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wheeboo · 9 months ago

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run to you | lee chan

SYNOPSIS. in which your best friend picks you up in the middle of the night. PAIRING. biker!best friend!lee chan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, lil angst, best friends to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, implied that reader lives in a troubled household, lil description of a twisted ankle, kissing WORD COUNT. 2.7k

notes: finally have something written for dino!! i haven't written anything for him in a HOT min that this almost feels out of character for some reason 😭 anyways enjoy <3

Chan doesn't understand why simply the sight of your name lighting up his phone has his heart quickening, head spinning, and adrenaline rushing all in a single moment. But he doesn't give it much thought, his hand instinctively pressing the answer button as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

He brings his phone up to his ear, calling out your name, "Y/N?"

"Hey, um..." Your voice is shaky on the other line, barely above a whisper, laced with something that sounds suspiciously like pain, and it sends a snake of worry up his back. "...can you do me a favour real quick?"

Chan glances at the time on his phone for a brief second, brows furrowing at the late time displayed on the screen. He sits up in bed, already somehow feeling more awake than just a few seconds ago. "Yeah, uh, what's up?"

Silence hangs heavy in the air, heavier than the late-night quiet pressing against Chan's window. He can almost hear your nervous inhale and picture the hesitant frown on your face.

"I left my... well, actually my entire skateboard bag... at your place," You admit quietly, sheepishly. "Could you possibly... drop it off at my door? It's really late, I know, but𑁋"

"Where are you?" Chan asks frantically and seriously that it cuts you off. He hears the way your breath hitches in your throat at the tone of his voice, and it only makes him more apprehensive and his heart hammering against his ribs anxiously. "Are you at the skate park?"

Crap, he knows. He always knows. "Look, I just... needed to clear my head and took a little fall. I'm fine, can you just𑁋"

"Stay put," he commands, leaving no room for argument. "I'm coming to get you."

"What? No, Chan, it's fine𑁋"

He cuts you off, refusing to hear your protests. "Don't move. I'll be there in ten."

He hangs up before you can utter another word, quickly tossing a shirt on and grabbing his keys, helmet (and a second one), and of course, your skateboard bag. As Chan throws the bag over his shoulder, a sharp pang of worry hits him. He knows you're downplaying the fall and everything else going on, but the tremor in your voice paints a different picture in his mind, and he seems to be listening to his heart more than he ever thought he would.

All he could think about is you.

Chan knows not to pry, but it isn't the first time this has happened𑁋where you 'clear your head' in the middle of the night and run away from home for a few hours. But the thought of you alone and hurt gnaws at him more than he cares to admit.

Pushing aside the questions and worries for later, Chan rushes out the door, the roar of his motorcycle echoing through the hushed night. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it. As he speeds towards the familiar silhouette of the skate park, a million scenarios play in his mind, each one twisting his gut tighter. He forces them down, focusing only on one𑁋getting to you and making sure you're okay.

The wind whips past Chan's helmet, carrying with it the sting of the cool night air and the echo of your shaky voice. He rounds the last corner, the skate park coming into view, bathed in the dim glow of a streetlamp. He catches a single glance of your figure leaning against wall with your skateboard abandoned not that far away, and his heart jumps into his throat.

He throws the bike into a skid that leaves a dark streak on the pavement, the gravel crunching beneath his tires and the engine sputtering to a halt just beside you. You flinch at the sudden noise, looking up with wide, surprised eyes. Before you can speak, he's already hopping off and jogging towards you.

Something jumps in your stomach when he takes off his helmet, the streetlamp above illuminating the worry etched on his features and windswept, messy hair. Chan kneels before you, the gravel biting into his knees as his gaze takes note of the way you're gingerly clutching down at your ankle.

The concern in his eyes makes your defenses crumble. You open your mouth to explain, but he silences you with a gentle hand on your knee.

"Don't talk," he murmurs, voice surprisingly soft. "Let me see."

He gently pushes your hand away, his touch sending a spark through your already jittery nerves, calloused fingers lightly brushing against away the dirt clinging to your slightly swollen ankle. You wince at the contact, breath hitching at the unexpected touch. It's not painful, but it's strangely electrifying.

"It looks swollen," he states, carefully brushing his thumbs over the affected area. "Can you put any weight on it?"

You hesitantly try to wiggle your toes, wincing when a sharp pain shoots up your leg.

"Fuck, ow," You whisper, biting your lip. You feel the shame and embarrassment burn at your cheeks, making you want to sink into the cool concrete beneath you.

He's always right; you weren't fine. You hadn't been fine for a long time, but admitting it to yourself felt like opening a dam of emotions you weren't sure you could contain the longer you stay here, and you aren't sure if Chan being in front of you was helping with that or not.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Chan asks, voice a low rumble that vibrates through the gravel where he kneels. You can't help but meet his gaze, searching for judgment, but finding only concern and a hint of something deeper you couldn't decipher, or didn't want to acknowledge.

You shrug, hating how weak the gesture feels, pulling back your leg away from him slightly. "It's okay, just a twist."

Chan's jaw clenches, the concern on his face morphing into something else, something you couldn't quite place. "Just a twist? Y/N, it's the middle of the night, you're alone at the skate park, and you can barely stand. It's not okay."

You feel your chest tighten. "I told you I just needed to get some air. You didn't have to come if you didn't want to. I'm fine."

His eyes narrow, and you catch a glimpse of something raw and intense flickering in them.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" he asks, coming out a bit harsher than intended. "What if you... what if something bad happened and you couldn't call for help? Do you think I wouldn't want to be the one to find you?"

His words hit you like a physical blow. You flinch, the vulnerability you'd so carefully guarded threatening to spill out. God, you hate that he could see through you, hate that he cares so much, hate that you couldn't hate it no matter how much you tried.

"No," You mumble, swallowing back the heat threatening in your eyes. "I don't think you're stupid. It's just..." Your voice trails off.

"It's just what?" Chan demands, voice tight. "Just another night where you disappear and leave me wondering if you're okay? I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you."

His words suspend heavy in the air, the only sounds coming from the occasional crickets and the rhythmic thump of your heart echoing loudly in your ears. You could only stare at Chan, his intense gaze boring into you, and feel a dam within yourself start to slowly crack.

Chan lets his eyes roam over you, and a twinge of guilt seems to twitch at his lips, his eyes softening noticeably, but barely. He lets out a sigh.

"Come on," he says firmly. "I can't let you stay here alone, not tonight. Let me take you back to my place, okay?" His eyes hold yours for a beat longer than necessary, a silent plea struggling beneath the surface.

He rises from the ground and offers you his hand. The heat radiating from his skin sends a familiar jolt through you. Hesitantly, you place your hand in his, his fingers warm and calloused as they intertwine together clumsily, like you're testing some type of waters. Then he lifts you with surprising ease, the sudden movement sending a fresh wave of pain shooting through your ankle, making you tighten your grip on his hand.

"Sorry," he murmurs, concern flickering in his eyes. "Let me know if it's too much."

You shake your head, unable to find your voice. You're a tangled mess of emotions𑁋relief, embarrassment, and a fluttering nervousness that you can't quite explain. He helps you onto the back of his motorcycle and secures the extra helmet around your head, before stepping away to collect your skateboard from the ground. Then you feel his hand cup over yours, bringing it to secure around his waist, the warmth of his body pressed against yours sending shivers down your spine.

"Hold on tight," he instructs. As the engine rolls to life, you feel the vibration through your body, and you scoot yourself impossibly closer to him, tightening your hold around his abdomen even more.

The ride to his apartment is a blur of streetlights and rushing wind. You cling to him even more, not entirely sure if it's for balance or something more, but it's awfully comforting and... intimate.

You lean your head on his back and breathe in the familiar scent of leather and warmth that seems to calm you more than it should. Shifting your eyes up, you steal a glance at Chan, the moonlight casting long shadows across his determined jaw and windblown hair. You can feel his muscles tense and relax with every shift of the bike, and a strange sense of safety washes over you. You feel a slight tug at your lips at the thought.

As the motorcycle comes to a stop outside Chan's apartment, you linger for a moment, the gentle rumble of the engine fading into the quiet night as he puts it into park. The warmth of his body still lingers onto yours as he takes off his helmet and hops off the bike, before turning around to help with yours.

The brush of your hands against each other sends a jolt through the two of you. Chan quickly pulls away, his hand hovering awkwardly by your helmet, but the heaviness in the air lingers. You look up at him, his gaze flickering between your face, before he fully slips the helmet off your head, hand lingering in the strands of your hair for a moment.

He clears his throat, looking away briefly before meeting your eyes again.

"I, uh... should get you inside," he finally says.

You only give a nod. But as you attempt to step off the bike, the pain in your ankle shoots up your leg, bringing a wince to your face.

"Here," Chan says quickly, kneeling before you again. "Let me help."

He carefully scoops you up in his arms, the familiar scent of leather and warmth enveloping you once more. This time, you don't try to pull away, your heart pounding against his chest as he carries you inside.

He takes you to his kitchen, helping you sit on top of the counter, and you can't help but let out a quiet, soft sigh of relief. As he draws away from you to rummage through the drawers, you glance around his kitchen, noting the small stack of dishes in the sink, the motorcycle magazines scattered across his little eating area, and an empty bowl of cereal𑁋a glimpse into his life you hadn't seen before.

It's silent when it all happens, almost too silent it's suffocating. But as Chan comes back to you with an ice pack and a bottle of pills, you could only watch him. The soft light from the hanging lamp above bathes his face in a warm glow, and you catch the way his gaze lingers on your face a moment too long.

He reaches out, gently placing the ice pack on your swollen ankle. His touch is light, almost tentative, yet the cold feeling makes you flinch, but Chan's hand rests gently on the skin above your ankle, the other cupping at your knee. There's a part of you that wants to pull away from him, from everything happening right now, but you don't. You don't want to. You can't. He's worried, frustrated, and maybe even a little hurt, and you understand why. You've pushed him away again, and he's tired of it.

"I..." You start, a tremor betraying your words. "I didn't mean to worry you."

Chan glances up at you. "But you did," he replies lowly. "You always do. And it scares the hell out of me."

The tension hangs thick in the air as Chan's words sink in.

"I-I'm sorry, I really am," You mutter, swallowing down the lump in your throat. "It's just... things are hard at home, and I don't know how to deal with it. Being away just seems to... clear it all up a little bit, you know?"

"Then why run away when you can run to me?" He's standing right in front of you at this point, one hand still on your knee.

"Why do care you so much?" You counter almost defensively, feeling yourself tense right under his gaze.

"Because the more this happens, the more I realise I don't want to be your friend anymore," he answers simply, then lowers his voice. "I can't be... just your friend anymore when I want to be the person you run to."

The world freezes. Everything freezes, and you could only stare at him with widened eyes and a pure look of shock. Nothing but silence stretches between the two of you, and the hammering in your chest only grows stronger by each passing second.

Chan lowers his gaze to the floor, taking his hand off your knee and running it through his hair. "Fuck, I shouldn't have..." He catches a glimpse of the bottle of pain medication right next to you. "Let me get you some water𑁋"

"No, wait." You grab at his hand, causing him to halt, and he looks back at you. "Don't... go yet, please?"

Chan hesitates, before giving in, finding himself standing right back in front of you, the two of you almost eye-level. Except you shoot a quick look at his lips, then up to his eyes, before letting the hand wrapped around his wrist pull him even closer to you, to the point where he's almost standing between your legs.

His breath hitches from the sudden closeness, but he shouldn't be like this right now. Not when you're hurt and vulnerable. He can't tell you that he wanted you the moment you met two years ago when you rolled past him one day on the way to the same skate park, can't tell you that he would choose you over everything else in a heartbeat.

But all those thoughts are pushed away the moment he feels your lips on his, and his hands come naturally to your waist, as if afraid you might slip away. His lips seemingly mold perfectly with yours, and you can feel the longing in the way his fingers seem to tighten its hold on your shirt.

Your lips part for a brief moment, and there's a long moment that passes before Chan leans in again, capturing your mouth a bit more fervently, a bit more passionately than before, yet nonetheless still sweet and tender. The world outside disappears, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, the soft hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the clock on the wall, and the gentle glow of the kitchen light above.

When you both pull away, there's a breathless pause.

"Are you... are you okay?" he asks cautiously. "I'm sorry, it just..."

"No, I'm... I should say sorry for... everything," You cut him off. "I shouldn't have made you worried or... pushed you away. I'm sorry."

"All I ever want is to make sure you're okay, Y/N." His hand is back at your knee again, finger tracing reassuring shapes, easing the tension out of your body.

You let out a nervous, light-hearted chuckle. "We're not even together yet and I'm already causing you so much trouble."

Chan's expression softens, and he cups your cheek gently, his thumb brushing against your skin.

"Who said I wasn't yours yet?" He leans back in, teasing his lips back against yours. "I can be, if you want me to be."

another note: ending is a lil rushed im sorry oops i wrote this rlly late 😭

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dirtybitfic · 2 months ago

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Taken in pt.2

I woke up this morning feeling excited to get up , I haven’t felt that feeling in a while. I decided that was going to go for a drive and maybe take some pictures of places I found pretty and paint them later. I put on some light makeup and a comfy matching set ,it’s a cute brown fuzzy sweatshirt and fuzzy sweatpants and put my hair in a claw clip. I quietly made my way down to the kitchen . I walked in to see a coffee already made for me and some bacon and pancakes . I smile before sitting down and eating.

After me and Matt’s conversation last night I decided it was best to tell him I was going out for a bit and I’d share my location so he’d know where I was. After putting my dishes in the washer I set my share location for him so he could see where I was all the time just to be safe and then made my way to his office.

I reached the door and knocked softly “ come in” I hear him say before I slowly open the door “hey” I say walking in and smiling at him . He looks up at me smiling “how’d you sleep?” He asks and a sway awkwardly “pretty good … I was common in to tell you that I um well . I wanted to see if it was okay if I took a little drive to get some pictures so I can paint them later” I say feeling nervous, I’m not exactly sure why though. “ yeah of course you can . You don’t have to ask my permission you know I just want to know when you leave that’s all” he says smiling and I nod “ okay well I promise I won’t be out to long , I shared my location just so you have it” I say looking up at him “ alright we’ll be safe and come and let me know when you get back alright” he says before going back to his work “okay see you in a bit” I say before heading out of his office and closing the door .

After driving around for probably an hour and getting some good pictures that I’m excited about painting I head back home. As I was driving back I turned up my music and sang along , today I feel pretty happy which I’m not upset about I just don’t know why . I think being in a new environment has helped me a little .

I looked around a bit and saw a small gas station and decided to go in and grab a soda for the rest of three drive back up to the house. I parked and walked in heading to the drink section and grabbing a cherry coke . I decided to also grab some gum and a couple bags of candy to eat while I paint when I get home. As I was picking out some candy I hear a voice behind me making me jump “ hey oh shit sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” the man says before I turn around with my hand on my racing heart. He’s gorgeous if I could take a good guess I would say he’s around my age maybe a little older . “ oh no it’s okay I just wasn’t expecting it” I say smiling and letting out a small laugh . He chuckles before stepping a little closer “ I’ve never seen you around here” he says and I smile “ I just moved here . A couple days ago actually” I say and he nods “ oh cool , you live alone or live with family?” he asks and my smile slightly fades “ umm family I guess I’m not sure what to call the person I live with to be honest … it’s kind of a long story “ I say looking down a bit upset remembering I really have no actual family anymore. “ well I’ve got time . Here let me get these for you and if you want I can show you a cool sour nearby where we can talk” he says smiling sweetly but also looking a bit nervous . “ you know what sure why not “ I say smiling and his face beams with excitement. He buys my stuff and then leads me out into the parking lot. “ I’ll hop in my bike and you can follow me” he says as he puts his helmet on . God he’s hot asf and rides a motorcycle, I’m definitely loving Oregon now.

He hopes on and turn on his bike and pulls out waving for me to follow him . After about 10 minutes we reach what looks like a path . I know I just met him and following him into the woods doesn’t seem like the best idea butttt I’m still gonna do it.

I get out of my car and walk over to him “ my names Cade by the way” he says smiling down at me “ I’m y/n” I say back and he cocks his head “ come on it’s this way” he says and I follow him. We walk side by side in comfortable silence until we reach a clearing . It’s a big field that overlooks cliffs and water with a couple benches .

He walks to one of the benches and sits down and I do the same. “ so why’d you move here?” He asks and I look out at the cliffs and water “well my dad passed away a couple months ago and …” I try not to cry because I don’t want to embarrass myself “ he put in his will that he wanted me to stay with one of his good friends so I uprooted my life and now … well here I am” I finish and I look over at him . “ I’m so sorry about your dad . I know that must not be easy “ he says and I smile “ yeah it’s been tough but I kinda like it here so far” I say and he nods “ yeah Oregon’s cool but where did you move here from?” He asks and I sigh “ California” I say and he nods “ I bet this weather is new to you then” he says and I nod “ yeah it’s definitely cold here compared to Cali but I kinda like cold weather” I say and he smiles “ so this friend of your dad … is he like old as fuck or “ he asks and I laugh “ no actually he is pretty young . He’s about 30 I think , he met my dad when he was an intern at a company fresh out of college “ I explain and he nods “ I guess that’s nice . It would suck living with a old ass boring guy” he says making me laugh “ your right it definitely would suck” I say and he laughs with me “ so what do you do , are you In school?” He asks and I smile “ no I��m not in school, it’s not really my thing “ I say and he nods smiling and looking away “ I get that , I work all the time instead of going to school” he says and I nod . “ so if your not in school what do you do with all that free time?” He asks and I smile closing my eyes “ painting I looove to paint” I say and look at him smiling . “ is that all you do ?” He asks and I nod . “ is that just a hobby or do you like sell it and stuff?” He asks “ I honestly just do it because I love it and it makes me happy but I have sold it in the past but not like a lot” I say and he nods “ so if you don’t have a job and you just spend your time painting … how do you afford such a nice car?” He asks and I laugh because I can see how that could confuse somebody “ well , it was kind of a gift from my dads friend and technically kind of my dad” I say and he nods “ damn must be nice” he says and I nod .

After sitting and talking about random stuff for god knows how long I told him I should probably head home . He gave me his number and drive off . I hopped into my car and out directions in and started my way back home. I did don’t realize how late it had gotten until I looked at my phone and saw a shit tone of texts from Matt. I had put my phone on do not disturb when me and Cade were talking out of respect. I’m definitely gonna get chewed out for this when I get home and this time I won’t be fighting back because I know I fucked up big time.

The second I park in the garage and walk into the house . I hear loud pacing in the kitchen . I carefully walk in head down scared for how mad he’s going to be . I hear the pacing stop and I wince before looking up and seeing Matt practically fuming with anger . “ you’ve been gone for 6 hours SIX FUCKING HOURS ! And you didn’t answer a single call or text so you better sit you pretty ass down and explain yourself” he says and I nod mumbling a yes sir before quickly shuffling over to the island and sitting down . He stand on the opposite side arms crossed over his chest waiting for me to speak.

“ I … okay well I did take pictures to paint and o-on the way back I stopped at a gas station for a drink and then I ran into this guy and we … well we started talking and then we went to a look out and just talked about shit . I - I lost track of time and I put my phone on do not disturb and . I’m sorry Matt I know I fucked up” I say as I force back the tears that so badly want to fall. Being scolded by Matt feels so weird especially since I’m a 20 year old grown woman but … Matt’s kind of hot when he’s angry . “ first of all I’m disappointed in the fact that you didn’t even think to send me a text saying you’d be out longer than expected and second … did you even think for a fucking second how dumb it is to go off to the woods to a look out with a random guy you just met I mean seriously y/n what if he had raped you or even worse killed you and left you there to die “ Matt says with anger but also worry covering his face “ no I - I know it was stupid I just… he was so nice and attractive and I’m not used to getting male attention and I have no friends here so I thought maybe I should give it a try and make a friend . I know going to the look out was dumb but if I’m being honest … he was hot so” I say and smile making him furrow his brows “ I understand the friend thing but y/n … no guy here is going to see you and say oh she’s new I want to be best friends with her . They are going to look at you and think damn a new girl to fuck” he says and I gasp as my gas drops “ wow Matt … so all I am worth in your eyes to these guys is a piece of ass” I say and he shrugs “ this isn’t a huge town y/n everyone knows everyone and you are the shiny new toy that every guy is going to want a piece of . I’m not saying that’s all your worth because you and I both know your worth more but you need to be careful “ he says and I scoff “ I don’t even know why you think you can tell me what I can and can’t do . Im a grown adult that you got stuck with because my dad died “ I say and his face drops “ I didn’t get stuck with you , I like having you here but I just don’t think you should be getting close with the town boys , they aren’t going to treat you right y/n” he says and j shake my head “ yeah well Cade seemed very sweet and interested In me so “ I say and his face completely darkened.

“ did you just say Cade?” He asks a deep tone that send shivers down my back “ yeah … why?” I say with attitude but it’s laced with worry “ Absolutely not y/n . He is a bad guy , he just got out of jail two weeks ago” he says and my eyes widen “ WHAT” I sweet out and he nods “ yeah and you wanna know what he was in for “ he says and I gulp but slowly nod “ he raped three of his sisters friends at a sleep over and beat his girl friend so bad she is in a coma “ he says and he studies my reaction . I feel sick to my stomach as tears well in my eyes “ oh my god … oh my god” is all I can say and I hold my hand to my mouth In Shock. “ yeah his sister is 12 by the way and her friends were all 12 and 13 … he’s 24 so that really is a sick fucking guy “ he says and I shake my head “ he seemed so nice .” I say quietly and Matt walks over to me . “ that’s what he wanted you to think. He knew you were new here and that you wouldn’t know any of this “ he says placing a hand on my back and I take deep breathes “ I should t definitely block his number “ I say and grab my phone . “ I see that I got three text from him and Matt took my phone reading over them . The texts were “ It was so nice meeting you y/n” “ I hope to see your pretty face again” “ maybe we could meet up later ?” After all I know about him those texts unsettle me . God what if I didn’t find this out I wonder what he would have done to me.

I blocked his number and apologized to Matt again for doing something so stupid . He accepted my apologies. He just wants me to be safe and now I understand why . We ate dinner and then watched some movies in the theater room down stairs .

I sat next to him as we watched a scary movie . I love scary movies but the thing about it is when I get scared I also kind of get turned on . I’m not sure why I have that reaction but I have since I was young. Haunted houses , scary masks and horror movies always had me scared and aroused at the same time .

As we were watching I got jumped at a jump scare and accidentally screamed making Matt laugh and out his hand on my leg to be sweet and comfort me but it just made me more turned on.

The longer the movie went on and the more scared I got the wetter I become and after a while I had to take Matt’s hand off my leg because it was driving me crazy . He looked at me and I think he kind of noticed I was feeling weird , he glanced down to see I had my legs pressed tightly together . I looked at him and he had a sly smile before he turned back to the movie watching .

The movie was getting to the scariest part and my breathing was becoming louder and quicker and my legs squeezed tighter . I tried not to look at Matt but my eyes kept flicking down to his veiny arms and hands and his slender fingers . God I’d let him do dirty things to me .

I looked back up at the movie and matched in anticipation. I’m so wet that I feel it soaking my thong. It gets kind of uncomfortable and I’ve started feeling really hot in this matching set . “ I- I’m getting hot Im Going to go change real quick “ I say quickly before standing up and walking to the door “ I’ll pause it until you get back “ he says and I rush out and okay before I’m jogging through the house to my room.

I put on a sleep dress which I know is a risky move and throw on a new pair of underwear . When I say I was soaked from the fear and adrenaline I mean I was soaked . I threw my wet underwear into my laundry hamper and grabbed my phone before heading to my door.

I jog back down stairs and to the movie room . I slide back In and sit next to him . He clicks play and the movie starts playing again . There is a scene where four guys have masks on and are about to sacrifice a girl who is strapped to an offering table . I’ve read many dark romance books like this minus the murder part . My mask kink is going crazy and I have to squeeze my legs so hard . My breathing is so loud and I feel Matt’s eyes on me but I’m too scared to look at him.

The movie pauses and I slowly look at Matt . “Why did you pause it?” I ask and he looks at me with furrowed brows “ you’re acting weird” he says and I look at him confused and defensive “ no I’m not” I say with attitude “ yes you are . What wrong is it to scary?” He asks and I laugh “ no I love scary movies and I’m not acting weird so can you unpause it” I say with an eye roll . “ god your so bratty sometimes” he scoffs but doesn’t unpause the movie . “ Matt for real unpause the movie” I order and look at him with cut eyes “ no not until you tell me what’s wrong “ he says and I groan.

“ nothing is wrong Matt seriously “ I say and he shakes his head “ come on you can tell me “ he says and I get so pissed off I lunge over him and grab the remote from the other seat . I’m leaned over his lap as I click play and try and sit back in my seat but Matt rips the remote out of my hand and holds me down by my back so I can’t move . “ what the fuck let me up” I say bitterly and I try and move “ no tell me what’s wrong right now or you want me getting up and I will not let the movie keep playing” he says as he again pauses the movie and I groan dramatically trying to wiggle out of his strong hold .

“ I’m not telling you” I bite out and I hear him chuckle “ well then get comfortable cause you’re not moving until you decide to tell me” he says in a condescending tone . I try again to get out of his hold but he just presses harder in my back . I’m slowly starting to get tired from moving around without success of getting up. The first thing that comes to my mind is to bite him , I know it’s childish but if it will get him to let go ima do it. I bite his thigh that’s right under me and he groans . “ did you just fucking bite me?” He asks . I laugh and say “ yeah and I’ll do it again if you don’t let me go” I say and I feel one of his hands lift off my back and I get excited he’s going to let me go until I feel a harsh slap on my bare ass. “ MATT WHAT THE FUCK” I gasp as my cheek burns . “ Bite me again and see what happens “ he says before his hand comes back to my back holding me down again.

His slapping my ass was hot as fuck and honestly I’m tempted to bite him again to see what will happen . With how turned on I already em from the movie I decide you know what ,another bite won’t hurt anybody so , I bite his thigh again and the best second his hand comes down on my ass three times making me cry out in pain. He slapped that shit harder than I expected “ OW OW STOP” I cry out and I hear him sigh “ so you gonna tell me what’s wrong or do I need to spank you again?” He asks in a deep tone and I can’t help the moan that slips out or the feeling that squirting In my stomach . “ I can’t tell you cause it’s weird and embarrassing “ I finally say and he sighs “ you can’t or just don’t want to tell me?” He asks and I groan “ I don’t want to tell you” I answer reluctantly “ alright then” he says before his hand comes down on my ass and I can feel the cold air on it and my wet underwear letting me know my dress has risen up . The smacks are hard and painful his hand repeatedly coming down in the same spot , it’s painful but it’s also making me so wet and I’m kind of enjoying it. After his hand lands a couple more times I finally can’t take it anymore and scream “ OKAY OKAY STOP MATT ILL TELL YOU” I scream and his hand stops . “ I’m waiting” he says and I can hear him breathing heavily “ scary movies … they make me feel weird” I say and he lets me go and I quickly sit back in my seat. I cringe when I feel the witness quash as I sit down. “ what do you mean weird” he ask and I shake my head “ I’m not explaining it “ I say and he looks at me “ and why not?” He asks and I drop my head back groaning “ becauseee Matt it’s not something I should be talking to you about” I whine and he laughs “ what is so weird that you can’t tell me , I’m not going to judge you” he says and I look at him “ you really want to know ?” I ask and he nods smirking at me “ fuck okay fine … scary movies make me … they turn me on “ I say and my face gets red and I look away from him. “ that’s what you were to embarrassed to say” he says and starts laughing “ yeah it’s embarrassing stop laughing “ I say and it only makes him laugh harder “ you let me leave a big ass welting hand print in your ass because of that” he says and I blush harder . He stops laughing and then grabs my face “ you let me spank you cause you liked it don’t you?” He asks as he holds a thought grip on my cheeks “w-what no l-let go “ I say and I breathe hard and try and pool his hand off my face.

“ oh you are dirty” he says and lets go “ shut the fuck up” I bite back and he chuckles . He clicks okay in the movie and I sigh as I glue my eyes to the screen not being able to look at him . The movie ends I try to move as quickly as possible to get out and go to my room . My wrist is grabbed and Matt speaks “ nah uh we’re watching another one” he says in a deep voice and I look at him panicked “ w-what no - I’m tired “ I say and he smirks “ don’t care” he says as he yanks me onto his lap . I gasp as he wraps his legs over mine so I can’t move and one of his arms wraps tightly around my waste.

“ you seen this one?” He asks and I sigh “ no” I answer quickly “good (he gets closer to my ear ) this one is really scary” he says because leaning back in the chair pulling me with him and forcing me to lean back in his chest. This is weird very very weird. Sitting on his lap like this after what I just told him is crazy but I know he’s not letting me go so I guess I just have to stay here and let it happen.

The movie starts and the first scene is already scary as absolutely fuck. The longer we get into the movie the harder it is for me to sit still . My pussy is practically dripping wet not only from the fear I’m having from the move but also the way that Matt’s holding me to him and the way my ass cheek is burning from his hand print that’s engraved into it.

A really scary part comes on and I jump making Matt groan and I have to hold back my smile . I can feel something hard under me and from the fact that his phone is sitting next to the remote I know it’s his dick. I know this is all very very wrong , he’s my dad’s best friend who is supposed to be taking care of me and making me feel safe and comfortable, not horny wet and needy for him.

The hand he had wrapped around my waste slowly moves down to my thigh making my breath hitch . His warm breath is fanning the side of my neck and I have to try so hard not to make it obvious how badly I want him to just shove his fingers inside me . His hand slowly slides closer and closer to my pussy . My breathing becomes labored and I have to hold in my whimpers . He’s teasing me and I know he’s enjoying watching my body react to him. He readjust his lap and I bounce with his movements . His other hand slowly wraps around my chest and his hand comes to my neck tilting my head so it laying on his shoulder and his mouth is right next to my ear.

“ tell me you don’t want me to touch you y/n” he says in a gravely voice . My breathe hitches and I whimper “ I can’t do that” I say back and he groans “ why not “ he says and I moan “ because I do want that” I whimper back and he growls . Hi hand that was in the thigh is whipping off my underwear in seconds and his hand is sliding through my soaked folds . I loudly moan and my eyes close . God this is so hot , so fucking hot . “ keep watching the movie y/n” he says in a warning tone and I whimper but open my eyes and watch the movie play out in the screen .

He’s rubbing my slit in slow circles and I’m barely able to stay still. I’m moaning and whimpering and I can tell he’s enjoying this. I know we both are thinking it’s wrong and we shouldn’t be doing it but at this point I don’t care it feels to good to stop now.

He slides to fingers into me and I gasp “ Matt” I gasp in a high pitched tone “ mhm” he groans in my ear and my head falls into his neck as lays moans space my lips. He curled his fingers and loud squelching sound can be heard . “ fuck your so wet” he groans and I cry out “ f-fuck oh my g-god feels so g-good” I moan into his neck . His hand wraps around my neck as his fingers move faster and my mains become louder and louder . I wiggling around in his lap and pleasure corses through my body . “ open your fucking eyes” Matt orders and I do . I stare into his eyes as pleasure is etched across my face . My hands move to grip his wrist my left on his hand that is working wonder on my pussy and my right in his hand that’s choking me . “ look at you . So fucking wet and horny for your daddy’s best friend” he says in a humiliating tone that has my pussy pulsing on his fingers . “ oh you like being degraded don’t you “ he says in a teasing tone and my eyes roll back “ such a dirty little girl” he says before his hand wraps tighter around my throat and his lips meet mine in a deep and needy make out . My legs start trembling and it becomes harder to kiss him back. I break it as I start whimpering and moaning . I’m so close and the way he’s choking me and watching my body react to him has me getting closer by the second . “ oh fuck - m-Matt please” I moan and he smirks “ please what -tell me what you want” he says in a deep tone making me cry out “ please fuck please can I cum” I whine and he groans “ look at you asking for permission just a good girl . Yes you can cum” he says and I immediately break with a scream. I’m practically shaming on his lap . I’ve never had such an intense orgasm especially not from a man fingering me . “F-fucking god” I groan as I fully go limp against him . He finally pulls out his fingers with a loud wet sound. He slowly brings them to his lips sucking my juices off with a groan in immediately dripping as I watch him . God I would suck him dry right now if he asked me to.

“So fucking sweet” he says as he pulls them out of his mouth with a pop. I smile at him and he returns it before it drops . “Sit on my face” he orders and I look at him shocked. “What . N-no” I stutter out and he narrows his eyes “ I wasn’t asking I was telling you” he says and I gulp “ I can’t” I say and he growls before moving so quickly I can barely even process. He had me positioned right above his face as he lays beneath me hands gripping my thighs so tight I could move if I tried “ you’re gonna learn very quickly that when I tell you do something you will do it” he says before eating me out like his life depends on it. I’m so sensitive from my orgasm just minutes ago making me move around and whine from how intense I’m feeling.

“Oh my g-god m-Att” I gasp out as I try and lift from his face. His hand slaps harshly on my putter thigh , a warning to stop trying to move away. I whimper and whine as he licks and sucks . The harder he sucks the louder I moan and the more I try and get away from his skilled mouth. He slaps my ass making me jolt forward. “Stop fucking squirming” he said into my wet pussy. “I’m sorry fuck I’m sorry sir” I moan not even thinking about calling him sir it just felt right. “Good girl” he says before sucking on my clit making me practically scream in pleasure . He groans into me making me spasm “ mm MATT MATT “ I scream and I cum all over his tongue .

“ atta girl” he says before placing a single kiss on my clit then sliding back into a sitting position. I’m now sitting straddling his lap . His hands grip my hips as he pulls me closer into his chest. I can still feel how hard he is under me . “ such a good girl for me” he says as he runs his hands up and down my sides . “ let me get on my knees for you Matt” I say looking deeply in his eyes, I know he can see how needy I am for him . I’ve never been a big fan of giving head but with him I have an urge for it … I just want to please him . “Yeah you wanna suck my cock sweetheart” he asks in a tone that makes me want to scream. I nod quickly “yes yes please” I whine and he smiles.

His hands lift off of my sides signaling for me to get in my knees. I slide off his lap and land my knees in the floor softly . I run my hands up and down his thighs as they inch closer and closer to the waistband. I slowly slides his pants down looking up at him from time to time , the way he's looking at me has my heart racing and my pussy dripping. He helps kick them off fully before I palm his hard dick through his boxers making him groan. He's big , very big . I can feel the thickness of him , I know I wont be able to wrap my hand around him fully . His size scares me but also turns me on since I do have a size kink. " don't tease" he demands and I gulp as I look up at him and slide my hands to the band of his boxers and slowly pull down letting his dick pop free . After fully getting his boxers off I take him in my hands and slowly move them up and down. Id say he's well over 8 inches in length and girth I don't even know but all I do know is that I have to use both hands to hold him up .

I slowly lick across his lip making him groan , I taste his free cum and its actually not and unpleasant taste like most guys. I take the tip in my mouth and slowly try and take more . He's so thick I feel the corners of my mouth stretching . I down get very far before i'm gagging which I guess he liked because he lets out and noise that makes my pussy throb . " Come on you take more than that" he says before jutting his hips up making his dick go deeper and me to gag harder. I bob my head up and down on what I can take and use my hands for the rest . I look up to see him with an unimpressed look on his face. I pull off of him with a pop and ask " What am I just really bad at this or something?" I ask and he smiles " Your not bad sweetheart I just like it a certain way " he says and I nod and slowly feel myself curling up feeling embarrassed that i'm not making him feel good . He stands up and I look up at him " Open up" he commands and I do . The next second he has his dick shoved down my throat and his hands in my hair as he fucks my face.

I gag and choke on him as he abuses my throat , tears are streaming down my face but I love how rough he is with me. " Thats it choke on it" he says as I cough around him and drool is dripping down my chin and neck . He continues rutting his hips at a fast speed and every thrust his disk hits the back of my throat , I know my throat will be hurting Tommorrow. He pulls out for a second and I take the time to cough and catch my breathe . " Doing so good for me " he praises as he runs his hands over my hair . " stand up" he says and I do , my legs are a bit wobbly so I grab his arm for stability. He picks me up easily as he holds me to him slowly walking to a wall . He shoves my back into it as he places his lips on mine . The kiss turns into a hot and needy make out and I cant help but grind my hips into him . His hands grip tightly on my ass , I can feel the cold air blow across my wet bare pussy . Im whimpering into the kiss wanting more , needing more. He pulls away and immediately attacks my neck with bites and kisses making me moan . I know he's going to be leaving marks and something about that makes me even wetter.

I feel his tip graze my entrance making me whimper and try and grind down onto it but he slaps my ass making me jolt in his hold. " You're not ready for that yet" he says in my ear and I whine " Matt please " I whine and he chuckles " You'll get it soon just be patient" he grits out into my ear and he set me down to my feet . He grabs my hand harshly and starts walking out of the door and in the direction of the stairs. He leads me or I should say drags me behind him up the stairs and down the left hallway opposite of my room. We reach a door and he opens it leading me into his bedroom . It's big and dark , exactly what I imagined his room to look like . He grabs me and throws me down on his big bed making me gasp . " So pretty" he says and he looks over my naked body making me blush. He slowly gets on the bed hovering over me " need to stretch you a little more " he says to me and I whine just wanting him to be inside me already " Don't be a brat y/n" he warns and I look at him . His hand meets my pussy making me groan He slides who fingers into me curling them to hit the perfect spot . He moves his fingers in a way that has me moaning and whining . " M-matt" I whimper and he looks at me smirking and he moves his hands faster making me gasp and grip his wrist . I know he cant tell the way he's moving his fingers is going to make me squirt , I can feel the pressure building and building . " Come on make a mess " he says in a deep gravely voice making me whimper and my body to twitch . After a couple more movements of his fingers i'm quirting all over his hand and a puddle is created under me. He doesn't stop through he keeps going " M-matt oh f-" I cry out as my hand gip his biceps and I feel myself quirt again . He's gonna have me overstimulated before he even fucks me.

" You think your ready for me yet" he asks with foe sympathy in his voice seeing my needy eyes meet his " Yes please " I whine and he smiles . " Beg for it " he says and I whimper " Please I want it so bad " I beg as I look into his eyes and he narrow them " Louder " he commands and I groan " Please please matt please fuck me " I beg louder feeling so needy i'm about to just grab him and shove it in myself. " come on you can do better than that" he taunts me and I roll my eyes getting impatient " PLEASE MATT PLEASE I NEED YOU INSIDE ME PL_" I beg as loud as I can before i'm cut off by his grabbing my neck and his dick is entering me . He's stretching me so wide I can barely breathe. I whimper as tears prick my eyes , my hand moves to his chest slowly trying to push him away . He grabs my wrist and shoves my arm down to the bed pinning it there with his . "aww what's the matter I thought you wanted it " He says in a voice that makes me feel humiliated " f-fuck you" I say and he slaps me with the hand that was around my throat " watch it" he warns and I smile looking up at him " or what" I say and he sucks his teeth nodding his head slowly " Wanna act like a brat you'll get treated like one" he says before slamming inside me making me scream .

He pounding into me so hard I can see and feel him in my stomach . Im gasping and whimpering as he abuses my hole " M-MATT" I scream and I try and push him away . " Nah uh take it like a good girl" he says before pinning both of my arms above my head with one of his hands . His other moves down to my clit rubbing circles making my whole body twitch under him " M-m-matt my f-fucking go- " I gasp out the words as i'm trying to slide up the bed away from him but don't succeed . The pleasure is almost to much to handle " Come on make a mess on my cock " he says as I pulse around him . I scream as my orgasm crashes over me , i've never felt one so intense . My legs are shaking and my body is writhing under him , he watches me struggle under him with a smirk on his face. " That's it , look so pretty when you cum" he praises in a deep gravely voice that has my eyes rolling back. My body slowly comes down from my intense orgasm but i'm still twitching and shaking as he continues to pound into me , he has taken away his hand from my clit letting me clam down a bit. He looks so good above me , his eyes are have open , hair messy and sweat drips down his face and chest making this even more hot than it already was.

" Such a pretty little girl" he says as he grips my throat and lifting my leg onto his shoulder with his free hand hitting even deeper. Im crying at this point form the intense pleasure he's giving me , it slowly starts to get too much though and my hand instinctively moves to his stomach trying to push him away. He's hitting so deep it feels so good but also hurts. He slaps my hand away " Keep trying to pushing me away and ill tie you down " he grits out making me whimper " T-too deep I-i- ca-cant t-take it" I cry out as I grip his back clawing deep . "Aww its to much baby" he asks with foe sympathy , I whimper and nod " well I guess ill just have to make you take it " he says with a smirk before lowering my leg and fully getting over me laying part of his body weight on me , the way he's on top of me restricts my movement and keeps me exactly where he wants.

He hits deeper and deeper with each rough thrust , his heavy breathing on my neck had me even wetter than I thought possible . The pleasure is so intense i'm trying my hardest to get away barely being able to handle it. " Nah uh stay right here I got you " he moans in my ear and I squirming and shaking . His hands grip my ass as he slides his hands under me holding my hips up at and angle to hit the most amazing spot inside of me . " AH M-MATT MATT" I scream as I squirt all over his dick and the bed beneath me . It getting to the point of so much pleasure I cant control when I squirt or when I cum . The stamina this man has I driving me insane .

At this point I've came 4 times and squirted more than I could count , my body is so exhausted and I can no longer speak . Im panting and whimpering as I drool not being able to close my mouth. " Got you dumb on my cock huh" he groans as he grips my ass tighter all I do is look at him with hooded eyes nodding . He pulls out and flips me over onto my hands and knees pushing my upper half down so im arched fully for him. " Fuck your ass is perfect" he groans as he slaps it making me cry out. He slams back into me holding a tight grip on my hips . Im crying from how deep he's hitting , his hands continuously slap and grip my ass groaning loving the way it bounces back on him.

" My perfect girl" he says in my ear as he grip my hair and pulls my back to his front holding around my waist with his other to keep me to him . " Taking me so well " he whispers making me whimper . Im leaning my head down as he starts moving slower making it even better " Your cry so pretty for me" he says before shoving me back down and pounding into me so hard my legs give out and I flop to the bed. He still pounds into me as my legs come up kicking him in the thigh over and over as I cum again " Thats it keep pulsing around me " he growls and he grips my hair pulling my head up to hear my moans. " I - f-i" I try and speak but cant I feel like my body is about to shut down . My hands fly back to grip his wrists that are in my hair . " Im almost there baby just take it a little longer" he says and I gasp as my legs tremble and I squirt all over my thighs and the bed.

A couple more thrusts and he's filling me to the brim , I sigh in exhaustion and happiness that he finally finished . I don't know how much more I could have taken before I just passed out. He pulls me onto his Lap soothing me , he slowly rock me side to side and he rubs softly on my back. " Shhh I know its okay I got you" he whispers into my hair peppering kisses on my head. After calming me down he tells me were gonna take a shower and I just nod letting him carry me around like a doll. He sets me down on the toilet so I can pee while he starts the shower and turns it to a good temperature. He helps me up and into the shower holding me to him under the rain shower as he washes my body getting all of the sweat and bodily juices off . He sets me on the little seat thats also under another rain shower head . I sit there half asleep as he washes himself and letting the hot water sooth his muscles.

After he's done he turns off the water helping me get up and dry off before caring me to the couch in his room , he goes to strip the sheets and throws them in the hamper and grabs new ones . After he gets the bed remade He grabs me one of his shorts that is big on me and puts it on me before helping me get under the covers and get cozy. He turns on the fan and turns off the lights and settles in next to me . He pulls me close holding me to his chest as I fall asleep .

I cant believe I fucked him , I mean it was inevitable but ... what would my father think . My dad left me to him to take care of and I go and fuck him . Do I regret it ... FUCK NO best sex of my life but do I think in some way its wrong yes. I don't know how this is going to change our relationship but thats something i'll worry about in the morning . For now i'll sleep comfortably in his arms .

@riasturns

#matt sturniolo #smut #fanfiction #dirty nasty

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Nemona the Unrivaled

Chapter 4 - Stars Align

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(by popular demand, this fic continues!)

Nemona, Arven, and Cyclizar were making good time on their ride to Uva Academy. The young Champion thought maybe they'd even have time for a battle or two before they had to go sign in… right as the gleam of some familiar white helmets caught her attention.

"Whoa, hold up, Cyclizar." she commanded in a low voice, and the motorcycle-like lizard slowed to a stop a few yards away from her least favorite staircase -- gradually, so as to not throw Arven off. It didn't particularly enjoy stairs either, so they were going to stop there regardless.

Arven had been uncharacteristically quiet most of the way, but the commotion ahead got his attention. "Huh?"

Two members of the delinquent student gang known as Team Star seemed to be blocking the path of a teen with short but eye-catching red and blue hair and a big plush Eevee backpack. Even though their target didn't seem to be wearing Uva's uniform, Nemona quickly decided it was her duty to watch what happened next and possibly intervene…

"Don’t you get it?! If you join Team Star, you can shine as bright as anybody!" "Yeah! Seriously, what’s with you? Don’t you wanna burn bright with awesome friends like us?"

The girl they were harassing sighed. "… Not really."

The pair's casual demeanor quickly flipped to aggressive. "Look, we’ve got a quota we’re supposed to fill for new members, so just sign up already!"

Typical recruiters. Nemona rolled her shoulders and began stomping toward them.

"Um… I'd rather not…" the cornered girl muttered flatly, unmoved -- though her Galarian accent poked through, regardless.

The student council president made her presence known behind the delinquent duo, as Arven dismounted her Cyclizar in the background. "Oye! Pero bueno, what's going on here? Trying to pressure people into signing up again?"

The two punks jumped out of their skin and spun around, instantly toppled from the high ground they thought they had over the situation. Now that she saw their faces, Nemona remembered their last names from having reported them previously…

"Gah! It's that student council dweeb!" shouted Gruntae, the newer recruit. "Shh! Ah, hi. We weren't… NOT doing that…" added Gruntby, unhelpfully.

Nemona's expression shifted from protective anger to a dangerous smirk as she got closer. "Well, it just so happens me and my friend here are just DYING for a battle--" she began, tilting her head in Arven's direction.

"We are?" he asked, glancing down at Cyclizar as if expecting the lizard to shrug.

"-- so why don't you two help me make an example of what happens when someone tries bullying kids on my watch?"

"Uh, yeah, pick on somebody your own size, like her!" Arven awkwardly joined in, pointing at Nemona.

The Eevee fan pushed up her round glasses. "Um, actually I'm perfectly capa--"

"Bullying? Hey, you heard us, we're just looking for new friends! Right?" Gruntby asked Gruntae. "Yeah! W-we just want folks to know how much more popular they'd be with us!" "Right! Seems SOME people are fine with being total nobodies forever, though…"

"HEY!" yelled Nemona, which made the quiet girl trying to slip past the grunts unnoticed jump in surprise and skitter the rest of the way to her defenders' side.

Nemona cleared her throat before continuing, feeling a little hoarse after her previous outburst that morning. "I don't know what you call that kinda talk except bullying! Now, if you really wanna-- *cough* wanna 'make friends' with this girl, you're gonna have to get past us first." Nemona challenged. She held out a Poke Ball with one of her arms bracing the other, like it was an arm cannon ready to fire. "Ready?"

"Hold on, I'm not sure I should, uh…" Arven began to protest.

"Right, right, this would be a much more fruitful battle if we got our new Pokemon some beginner's experience with it! Silly me!" she said, swapping out her Tauros's Ball for Sprigatito's.

Arven blinked. "… Yeah, I mean, I… sure. Okay. Just what I was gonna say, Prez." he said with a shrug before holding up a Ball of his own.

"Beginners?! Hey! You can't just go treatin' Team Star like easy pickings! For the honor of the team, we've got no choice but to burn you to ash now!" shouted Gruntby. "… We don't?" asked Gruntae. "Shouldn't we just book it? I mean--" "No way! C'mon!" her teammate insisted.

With that, the four students spread out and turned the side street into their impromptu battlefield. The red-and-blue-haired girl stuck around to watch as well, lightly knocking on the side of her head like she was trying to remember something…

Arven, staring down their opponents, stepped up to Nemona's side and whispered "Didn't we both just get these Pokemon? Are you sure they can handle this?"

"Hey, we're both pros even if they're not yet, right? And we've both got Tera Orbs -- I'm sure these punks don't."

"You think I'm a pro…? But you're--"

"YO, EARTH TO DWEEBS! Less prattling, more battling!" interrupted Gruntae.

"Nice." approved Gruntby with a high-five.

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Gruntae and Gruntby of Team Star want to battle!

Gruntae sent out Shroodle! Gruntby sent out Yungoos!

Nemona sent out Sprigatito! Arven sent out Skwovet!

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"Haha, weak! You must be really full of yourselves if you think you can win with those!" taunted Gruntby.

"Callate, you! Now, let's focus down that Shroodle, before it--"

"Acid Spray!" interrupted Gruntae.

"Dive low and Scratch!"

After a moment, Nemona's Sprigatito did in fact pounce on the Shroodle and dodge the Poison attack in the process, correctly predicting the spray would launch in an arc and not straight at the little cat's face. She was also correct to assume that a starter Pokemon from the school would have some basic training.

"Bite that Shroodle like a Berry, before it moves again!" called Arven to Skwovet, keeping up the pressure on the opponent that had a type advantage just as Nemona wanted.

"Tackle 'em!" ordered Gruntby to his Yungoos, knocking back the weaker Sprigatito several feet and chasing it down to finish it off.

"Here goes… Terastallize!" shouted Nemona, tossing her Tera Orb to encrust her Sprigatito in brilliant green crystal. "Overgrown Leafage on that Yungoos!"

Arven followed suit, turning his little squirrel a shining white. "You too, Skwovet! Use this to Tackle that Shroodle with all you've got!

And soon…

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Nemona and Arven won the battle!

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"W-well, um, uh, h-hasta la vistar! ☆" Gruntae sputtered, hastily signing the team's signature star symbol before she ran off toward a nearby alley.

Gruntby, meanwhile, stood his ground, gritting his teeth. "Hmph. Figures your pal here would be a cheater like you, Prez. Did your daddies buy you those toys, just like your grades?"

Nemona's eye twitched as her face scrunched up to mirror his. "I earned mine fair and square, by putting in the work -- and so could you, if you'd stop skipping class and causing trouble! I'm not special!"

"Tch! Like you're gonna let any of us set foot in that school again without reportin' us. You got a point with that last part, though -- you ain't special, just lucky."

Nemona did her best to ignore that jab. "You guys do realize you haven't been expelled yet because we don't WANT to, right? Because the Director's been holding out hope that we can help you grow like we're supposed to?"

The Team Star boy stared blankly for a moment, then flipped back to casual mode. "Whatever. I'll be on my merry way back where I don't need fixing… Hasta la vistaaarrr! ☆"

She watched him run off, her face frozen in a frown. It was so frustrating how Team Star thought they were in the right, even as they insulted, hassled, and blockaded whoever they wanted. Neither she nor the teachers could really figure out what to do about them, especially given that they were just kids in need of guidance and not real criminals. If only she could solve this problem through battling. That was one of maybe two things she was actually good--

"I… uh… I just… Well, thanks." stammered the girl they helped, snapping Nemona back to normal.

"Wha-- Yeah! Yeah, no problem!"

"You all right there, Prez?" Arven asked.

Nemona suddenly realized she had quite a few eyes on her at that moment, human and Pokemon alike. She cleared her throat, straightened her tie, and tightened her glove before turning around. "Yeah, I'm fine! Wish battling actually solved anything, though. Um, how about you, uh…?"

"… Oh, P-Penny. Name's Penny. I'm a student here, too…"

"Hi, Penny! I'm Nemona!"

"And I'm Arven."

"You're not hurt anywhere, are you?" Nemona asked, twisting herself around to inspect the new girl curiously.

"No, Team Star doesn't, uh, didn't hurt me, no." she stammered.

"Good!" Nemona exclaimed, as Arven nodded.

"I… wouldn't let them." Penny added with an unexpected confidence.

"I don't think I've seen you around before -- I'll be your student council president this semester, in theory. Nice to meet you!" Nemona said, holding out her gloved hand.

Penny glanced between Nemona's smile and hand a few times before going for the handshake. "N-nice to meet you, too, Nemona. Arven. Um… g-good to, uh, know we've got… h-heroes watching over us… I, um, we should probably get going before we're late, though…"

"Right, I guess that ate up the time we had to spare, eh?" Arven noted.

Penny turned to face the massive staircase up to Uva Academy. "See you around…"

"All right! We'll catch up to you in a sec! Cool bag, by the way! Love that fluff!"

"Uh… thanks."

Nemona sighed contentedly as she watched that Penny girl make her way up, proud to be someone's hero. She rattled her head to get her mind back to business and started digging through her bag, looking for a healing Potion to spray Sprigatito with and the Balls to put it and Cyclizar into, as the two Pokemon looked up at her expectantly.

"Sorry, I, uh--" Arven began to mutter.

"Wha-huh? For what?"

"Those guys kinda remind me of what I'm normally like…"

"Pshhh, not even close! Besides, we turned over a new leaf, bud! Right?"

"I… yeah, I guess. I've just never been on your side of something like that before."

"Well… I'm glad you're here now." Nemona said with a warm smile.

Arven averted his gaze toward the stairs, rubbing the back of his neck while Skwovet sat on his other shoulder. "Bit weird she's not in uniform, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I wasn't sure if she went here at first! She must be new -- the Director or somebody'll probably say something to her about the dress code before I have to, though." Nemona reasoned as she finished up her team maintenance. "All right… ready for the worst staircase in the world?"

"Yep." Arven answered, pulling the straps taut on his heavy backpack.

Nemona took a deep breath, and… dashed up at full speed!

"Whoa, take it easy, you maniac!"

… She only made it about halfway before she stopped to catch her breath, and looked back to see Arven -- as well as several other students -- catching up to her at a comfortable walking pace.

Arven smirked as he walked up to her again. "Guess you were right about not making it up here easily. You looked like more of an athlete than that…"

"Haha… nope… definitely… not…"

"Well, you'd probably make it further if you took your time and paced yourself. Less likely to break something if you trip, too." Arven advised. "Keep those legs loose at least, you don't want to cramp up from suddenly standing still." His Skwovet squeaked in agreement.

Nemona took the suggestion and started shifting around on her feet. "Heh… are YOU an athlete, Arven?"

"Me? Nah, just stuff you should know if you do a lot of hiking."

Nemona nodded. "Guess I've been pretty reliant on my Pokemon to help me get around…"

After a moment or two, she looked back up from the ground and was pleasantly surprised to realize Arven was still waiting for her.

"You ready?" he asked.

"I think so. Pacing myself, huh…"

This time, they walked together the rest of the way, and made their way inside…

#pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv #pokemon scarvio #nemona #nemona pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #nemonaposting #hamfiction #nemona the unrivaled #arven pokemon #arvenposting #penny pokemon #pennyposting #team star #zero crew

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blizzardfluffykpop · 2 years ago

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Ride With U

Summary: “I'm good, I'm down for you, You wanna ride with me?” It doesn’t matter the transportation, as long as it’s Hyungwon driving, you know you’re in for the time of your life.

Oneshot

Fluff, Strangers to Lovers au, Motorcyclist au

[TW: Mentions a past motorcycle accident (does not involve major characters)]

Word Count: 6,732

Hyungwon X Reader

[Long A/n: They do fall in love kind of fast- but hear me out- it’s motorcycle rider Hyungwon-. Anyways some things/terms to know before diving in. Firstly, I don’t know how long Hyungwon drove a motorcycle, this is just speculation. Secondly, a Swap Meet is an area where people sell tools/car parts/collectibles and sometimes there will be vendors that sell jewelry or fashion. Lastly, a Chassis is the underneath of a car. If anything else needs explanations/pictures- feel free to send me an ask! 🥰Also credits to @jinkoh for helping inspire this long-winded fic- and helping pick the title! 🥺💖💖]

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When you first saw Hyungwon, he was getting off his motorcycle, and you couldn’t help but stare at him. And then, when he took his helmet off and shook out his hair, you nearly fell out of the chair you were sitting in. Your friends turned and looked out the window to see what captured your attention. And they let out a collective “Ooh~” The four of you watched as he walked into the restaurant. All three of them started hyping you up. The one goes, “Come on, what’s the worst he could say?” Your other friend chimes in, “No. And that’s it! So why don’t you ask him?” And you whined and put your face behind your hands, “But he’s so handsome. And! He drives a motorcycle. He’s totally going to reject me.” Your friend beside you rubbed your shoulder and comfortingly said, “It’s okay. Who would want to reject a pretty thing like you~” You laughed and shook your head before they continued, “Come on, you haven’t been on a date in months!” You sigh, “I know,” The three of them nodded like you were going to say something exciting, “But I’m nervous!” They all groaned, “Come on!” And your friend to the left says, “After he orders, why don’t you go over there?” You nod. And look over at him and watch as he sips his coke and reads the menu.

When the waiter comes over, he tells him his order and hands him his menu. And your friends all give you encouraging words, and you whisper to them before you get up. “No guarantees that I’ll be able to ask him!” They laughed, “We’re just happy we convinced you to try!” You roll your eyes, trying to calm your nerves, and ask him, “Hey, is this seat taken?” He shakes his head ‘no’ with a small smile. And you sit across from him and ask, “Is that your motorcycle out there?” As if you hadn’t seen him get off of it. He nods, “Yeah. I’m planning on getting rid of it this month.” You hold back your surprise as you ask, “Why?” He gives you a small smile, “I want to try something safer.”

You nod, “That’s reasonable.” You see a light smirk playing on his lips before he asks, “Would you like to ride with me a few times before I do?” Your eyes light up in excitement as you shake your head, 'yes,' and he goes, “Great, then it’s a date.” You blush. Realizing this went way better than you had planned. You watch as the waiter brings out your dinner. And you tell him, “Um, my food just arrived. But uh, I’m (Y/n).” And he grins, “I’m Hyungwon.”

You exchange socials, and he asks, “After I finish my meal, would you like to go for a ride?” You nod eagerly, and he grins, “Cool. Maybe we can pick up ice cream on the way?” You grin, “I’d love that!” You stand up, and you both smile at each other before you head back to your table.

Your friends immediately ask how it went brimming with excitement. And you tell them in detail with a dreamy sigh as you fill up on your food. The three of them cheer and make a toast to you, and you laugh as you enjoy your meal together. You look over to his table to find him looking back at you. You shyly wave, and he waves back with a smile before you both continue eating.

He comes over once he finishes his food and pays for his meal. Your friends anticipate meeting the guy taking you out on an ice cream date. “Hey, are you ready to go?” You nod, having already paid for your meal. He introduces himself to your friends as you take one last sip of your drink. And your friend to your left goes, “Be careful. They're the only (Y/n) we got, okay?” He grins, “Of course.” You pull your coat on and bid your friends goodbye, and Hyungwon does too. You make your way over to his bike, and he opens the side compartment and hands you a helmet. He fastens his own on, and you get yours on and struggle to click it together, not used to the helmet. And he smiles before moving your hands away and snapping the fasteners together.

You blush, and he tells you to lean with him when he turns, or it could be dangerous. And you nod as he continues, “You don’t have to hold me if you don’t wish. You can hold on to the seat behind you, so you’re just as stable.” And you nod. Already making up the decision that you were going to hold onto him. He gets on first and watches you get on behind him. You nervously wrap your arms around him, and he places his hand on yours, and you give him a thumbs up. You feel him laugh as his hand leaves yours, and you link your hands together as he starts the motorcycle and backs up a bit before looking out onto the street. He revs the engine once, sending shivers down your spine. And you realize you’re doing this with a man you met no less than an hour ago. You hold on to him tighter as he pulls out of the parallel spot and onto the road.

It feels freeing as he speeds down the street, and you can’t help but loosen your grip up some as you get more comfortable with his driving. When he gestures that he’s going to make a left, you lean with him, and two turns later, he’s at the ice cream place. He backs into a spot, turns the ignition off, and waits for you to clamber off it. Your legs feel like jelly as you stand on solid ground, and while you can’t see his grin, you can hear his muffled laugh. He swings his leg over, takes his helmet off, and says, “You get used to it after a while of riding.” You nod, and he smiles, “What flavor do you like?” You smile as you tell him your favorite flavor and how you like your toppings. And he tells you what his favorites are as you both walk to the back of the line.

When you get to the counter, he orders for you both. And you thank him softly, and before you can pull out your card, he’s already inserted his and paid for both. You gasp, and he smirks, “Can’t let my date pay.” You shake your head as you head over to the line of paid ice cream orders waiting to pick their frozen treats up. When you guys receive yours, you find a bench near his bike.

Sitting across from each other again, you say, “Well, this feels familiar.” He nods. And you don’t talk much as you eat your ice cream and when you finish. He asks, “Was that your first time?” You nod, “I always dreamed of riding on one.” He smiles, “I always did too.” You ask, “What made you get into it?” He smiles and thinks back. After a moment, he says, “I remember looking at magazines and seeing how cool it was to ride one. And when I turned eighteen, I finally went after the dream.” You go, “So you’ve been riding since then?” He nods, “On and off for about ten years. It would have been eleven next year.”

You ask another question, “I understand that you’re giving it up, but why, after nearly eleven years, are you giving it up for safety?” He looks down at the table, and you can tell it’s not easy for him to say. But he does anyway, “A friend of mine got severely injured from a bike accident, and he was my riding buddy. It's uh... It would be weird without him riding alongside me.” You tell him how you understand, and he nods, “Maybe, someday, when he’s healed and ready to ride again, I would. Or maybe something else will inspire me to ride again. But for now, I'll enjoy my last month with it and part ways.”

You smile, “You never have to ride again if you don’t wish to. That must have been scary to hear your friend got badly injured in a bike accident.” He nods, “It was, he’s recovering now, thankfully, but it made me realize how much risk I was taking every time I rode. Yeah, I had close encounters before this. Where someone wasn’t paying attention or losing control of my bike and getting minor injuries, but that was in the early days. I expected that stuff then, but he has as much experience as I do. And it made me realize that no matter how skilled you think you are, you can get horribly injured.” You nod, reach over and take his hand in yours, “You’re doing what’s best for you for the time being. And that's what matters the most. Thank you for telling me.” He smiles and squeezes your hand, “I’d like to think so. Thank you for listening.”

He asks if you’d ever pick it up given the opportunity, “I think being a passenger is more fun. Not as much worry to get us there but still all the excitement of riding a motorcycle.” He laughs, “I get that.” You continue asking each other questions, getting to know each other more until the day grows dark and paints the sky with millions of stars. You only realized the change in scenery when you heard the light above you flicker on. And you both look up towards it and see it all, “Wow, it got fairly late.” You whisper to him, and he smiles, “It’s hard to notice anything else when you’re sitting across from me.” You blush, shake your head, and tell him, “I could say the same about you. Your eyes contain the stars. There's no reason to look up when you’re right here.” You see his ears turn red, and you can’t help but smile. He asks, “Would you like to go for a night ride?” You nod, filled with excitement all over again. He pulls you up from your seat, and you both throw out your trash and head over to his motorcycle.

Before you put on your helmets, he tells you he’s taking the highway. And then, after that, to a hillside to see the night sky without any light pollution. You gasp, and he grins, “I thought you'd like to see the real deal.” You eagerly nod. This time successfully putting your helmet on, he gets on with ease after clicking his helmet into place. You wrap your arms around him, and he turns the engine over. After it roars to life, he pulls out of the empty parking lot, and with it all clear, he pulls out and heads to the highway.

If it felt freeing before, it was nothing compared to now as he goes from 35 to 70 mph. You can’t help the little “Woohoo!” you let out as he speeds off. With ease, he merges onto the highway. And even with the chill of the night air and the early spring weather, you can’t help but feel warm. Maybe it was because it was your first time on a motorcycle. But you had a funny feeling it was the guy operating the bike that sent millions of butterflies throughout your stomach.

He passes three exits before finally getting off the highway. When he reaches the top, it’s a red light. He turns his head back towards you and flips his visor up, “How was that?” You flip yours up and grin, “It was electric!” He laughs, and so do you, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it!” And with that, you put your visors down as the light turns green, you both lean right and head to see the night sky in its full glory. It’s not long before he reaches the hillside. He parks it in the lot below. You both get off the bike, and he opens the other compartment and pulls out a blanket. You walk up the hill together, he sets the blanket down, and you both take off your helmets again. And place them on top of the blanket before sitting next to each other.

You smile, “I never thought it’d feel like that.” He looks over at you and asks, “Yeah?” You nod, turning to look at him, “It’s like you’re one with the world but also completely free from it.” He smiles, “Yeah, it’s comforting.” You both look out towards the sky and fall into a comfortable silence. Watching the stars twinkle and dance around the sky as the moon shines brightly above the two of you. While you felt nice before, this felt heavenly. Not only were you with someone you found attractive, but you were also experiencing something completely new. And you couldn't help but feel excited about what this month would bring for you and your life.

He breaks the silence first and goes, “This is my favorite place to go when I’m out for a night ride.” You nod, “It’s beautiful out here.” You two continue staring off in silence, taking in the atmosphere. When your tiredness catches up to you, you yawn. And he asks, “Are you ready to go home?” And you want to say ‘no’ because you want this date to last forever. But you tiredly nod a ‘yes,’ and he smiles, “It’s okay. There’s always next time.” You smile at him and tell him your address. He nods and helps you stand, “I’ll take you the quiet way home.” You agree and end up yawning again, and he chuckles at that. And you smile over at him, take your helmet and help him fold the blanket back up.

You both walk down, and he puts the blanket away. He sees you struggle with your tired movements to fasten your helmet. He smiles, “Let me help you again.” You nod, and he snaps it together, “You know, you’re making me pretty tired with all your yawning. Good thing I'm used to staying up late.” You chuckle as he mounts the bike, and you follow shortly. He turns the engine over as you wrap your arms around his torso. You bury your head further into his leather jacket, growing tired but still following him in his turns. He takes all the backroads. So you’re not disturbed by a loud semi-truck passing you as you rest against him.

He gets there faster than you imagined he would, and he parks in front of your residence. You still feel slightly tired as you unwind your arms around him and slowly get up. Your legs feel like jelly, but it’s more tolerable as you get off this time. He pulls off his helmet as you do. As you go to hand it back, he shakes his head, “No, you keep it.” You gawk at him, and he grins, “You’re the only person I plan on riding with for the rest of the month.” You smile and look down at the pavement before back towards him, “Thank you.” He shrugs, “It’s my pleasure.” He smiles and asks, “Can I walk you to your door?” And you nod, “Sure.”

He brushes your hair behind your ear before placing the gentlest of kisses on your lips. And you barely kiss back before he parts, “Let’s have a longer one next time.” He parts from you and waves goodbye, and you watch him walk away. And the jelly feeling returns all over again, and you shakily open your door, close it, and slide down it. You just experienced the man of your dreams driving you around on a motorcycle, and he kissed you too? You felt like you were evaporating. There was no way this wasn’t a dream. You pinch yourself, “Oh, it was real.”

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After that night, he'd pick you up every other night for a date. And you couldn’t help but feel excited every time you met up with him. As the end of the month approached, you realized you were right. It wasn't because he was driving a motorcycle. But it was because of him and how he was funny, kind, a little reserved, and handsome from the inside out. You couldn’t wait to see him every day, especially on the weekends when you both could go for further out drives and watch the sunset together. It felt like a high school romance, where you were both so enamored by the other that you couldn’t get enough. Sure, you had partners before him that lit up your world. But nothing could compare to the rush of butterflies you got every time you saw him.

It was no longer a matter of feeling free on a motorcycle, it was a perk, but it didn’t mean anything if it wasn’t with Hyungwon. “You know, it doesn’t feel as lonely anymore.” He whispers to you the night before he trades his motorcycle for a car. “What do you mean?” He smiles, “You make me feel content and safe.” He pauses, “When my buddy could no longer ride. It was like I lost a part of me that made me feel safe riding. But riding with you holding me. It feels like nothing could ever bring me harm.” You look down at your intertwined hands and squeeze your hands together. “I don’t think I could ever ride a motorcycle without you. You make the experience worth having. Without you, it’d just be a bike. It wouldn't hold meaning to me. Whatever you wish to drive, I wish to be along for the ride.” He brings your intertwined hands up and kisses the top of your hand. “I’m glad I have you. I know it’s only been a month since we started dating. But I hope we can last a long time together.” You smile, “Me too.”

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The first time he picked you up in a car, it felt a little foreign to you both. You laughed as you got in and said, “I guess I don’t need a helmet to see you anymore.” He laughed. And you both grew used to it as the day went on. “I miss being able to hold you while we went somewhere.” He nods, “I miss the feeling too.” And you reach over, and you hold his hand in yours, “But now, we can hold hands and talk.” You laugh. He agrees, “Yeah, that’s a plus.” And just as you thought, as long as it was with Hyungwon, it was an enjoyable ride. And even better cause, now you could exchange kisses at red lights if you wish.

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That was almost a year ago, and now you were lying in bed beside Hyungwon. You both had settled more into casual less adventurous dates as you guys got more comfortable with one another. As you scroll on your phone, watching silly videos, he asks, “Babe, would you like to go to this car show with me?” You look over at him after thinking about it for a moment. “What kind?” He tells you about this indoor car show with two levels, an assortment of food to choose from, and the small swap meet in the back. You agree getting to walk around with your boyfriend while looking at pretty colored cars sounded like fun. He somehow made everything enjoyable, even if it was something you hadn't tried.

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That Saturday, you both got up early with the promise of more sleep that afternoon. And head out and stop to buy some coffee and doughnuts before continuing onto the car show. By the time you get to where the entrance toll is, you’ve both finished your doughnuts. When the parking attendant arrives and opens up the entrance, you pay the parking fee, and Hyungwon gets you guys the closest parking space imaginable to the doors.

You finish your coffees as you walk next to each other to the front doors and throw out the cups and trash from the car into the trash can. You pull up your tickets and wait for them to let you in. While there, you both talk about how you want to go about it. The place looked grander than you thought. The ceilings had to be at least sixty feet up, and everywhere you looked, there were cars to look at already. But the entrance was straight ahead, and you say, “Why don’t we tackle the lower level first? Isn’t it supposed to be smaller?” He nods, “Yeah, let’s do that. Then, we’ll go from that end to the entrance?” You agree, “Sounds good.” And when the line starts moving, you both present your tickets, and the person scans them and stamps your hands.

You both walk past the entrance and take in the fact that’s even bigger after the main entrance. “Holy shit.” You whisper, and he laughs. To not lose you in the growing crowd, he takes your hand in his and interlocks them to keep you beside him. You smile, squeeze your fingers in his, and walk down to the lower level. Where music from the 70s plays in the background as you reach the bottom of the escalator. You take into the room it’s tiny compared to upstairs. And only two other people are down here. As you look at each car, you spot a light green 70’ dodge charger with a black stripe running down the side of it. You tell him that this one’s your favorite so far. And he smiles, “Go stand in front of it!” And you grin, and he takes a photo of you standing in front of your favorite car.

You guys take a few more photos of the cars you like before riding the escalator back up and notice that it’s starting to fill with more people than before. You lock your arm in his as you head right and see the humongous monster trucks lining the sides. You see you're allowed to sit in the rims of the large tires, and you drag Hyungwon to take turns taking photos inside the wheel. And a few in front of huge trucks, as well, “That makes me feel small.” He says, and you grin, “Yeah, it’s huge!” He snickers, and you roll your eyes at him. It makes him laugh even harder. “I’m dating the most mature man on the market. Yeah, that’s for sure.” He smirks and tickles your sides for a second, causing you to finally join him in laughter.

You both move onto the rat rod section and admire them for how wicked and rusty they look. “Oh, look at how weirdly cute that green mouse is!” He smiles, “They call ‘em Rat Fink.” You get a picture next to the cutout. And you take a photo of him in front of it as well.

You finish the first four rows of cars before you make it to the front of the car show again. And your stomach growls. He smirks, “Hungry?” You roll your eyes, “Of course I am.” He laughs, and that's when his stomach growls and it's your turn to laugh at him, “Who’s hungry now!” He smiles, “Us!” You both walk to the front of the section and head to the mildly packed food court. And order a pizza slice each and two large pops. You both find a clean table, sit on the opposite side of each other and devour your food.

When you finish your food, you go, “This is nice.” He nods, “I think so too.” You dump your paper plates and napkins and take your unfinished pops along. “What’s your favorite part so far?” You ask, and he says, “I have two so far. The rat rods were really cool to me. And then getting to spend it all with you. What about you?” You tell him, “I like the cars on the lower level. They were more elegant. It might have been the clean look of the room that made me think that, though.” He nods, and you have him look towards you, “But, the best part is spending it with you.” Which makes him blush, and you guys lock hands again and head off to the fifth row.

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You make it to the swap meet part, and you find some fuzzy dice for three bucks and purchase them, and he finds a hot wheels car that matches his car and buys it. You guys wander through it, not looking for any parts or anything, just seeing if something would catch your eye. You don’t end up finding anything else but are still happy with the purchases you made. You put the dice in your coat pocket, and Hyungwon does the same with his hot wheels car. And you make your way through the middle of the car show, where the lights are brighter than before, showing off all the ones that belong to clubs. Like the mustang club, which has a few convertibles that you’d both love to drive someday and you take photos of them all.

You move on to the corvette club’s section. And it looks like a fenced-in neighborhood. You tell him, “It looks like the cars are rival neighboring houses, unlike the ford club, whose cars looked like they were best buds.” He agrees and points to the cherry apple red one, “Now that one, that’s my favorite.” You gesture for him to stand in front of it. And you take a photo of him with it, and he comes back, “I’d rather see you in front of it.” You shake your head at him before standing in front of it and giving him a little pose before you move on to the next section and throw out your empty cups.

You both continue like that until you reach the motorcycle section, and you see how his eyes light up as he takes in each bike. And instead of taking photos, you video him enjoying himself as he hops from one to one in excitement until he grabs your hand and drags you over to one that looks very familiar. And he goes, “I had a feeling I’d see it again.” And you continue filming him but take photos during it this time.

The current owner comes over, and you turn off your camera, and Hyungwon starts talking about how he used to own it. You grin to yourself as you watch him happily chat about his bike. You don’t pay any attention to what they’re saying as you reminisce on your memories of the cycle. Until you hear Hyungwon go, “If it wasn’t for this bike, I don’t know if I would have met the love of my life.” He gestures towards you, and you wave, and the owner waves back. You blush and you can’t help but feel the same about Hyungwon. But some things are destiny, and this was one of them. You could have met him now when he was just a regular motorist. But getting to be a part of his motorcycle life was something you wouldn’t trade for the world, even if it was short-lived. That first month of going on countless dates and riding around on his motorcycle is what formed your bond. You would have thought you’d grow tired of hanging with the same person nearly every day. But each day with him was an adventure, and you fell more and more each day for him. And you both made the most of that month. You're still falling for him even though supposedly the honeymoon stage of dating is over, and the bike that started it all belongs to someone else.

You smile as you think about how thankful you are for that bike and the man it helped you meet. That's when the owner asks, “Would you like to get on it for old times' sake?” Hyungwon gasps, “You would let me?” They nod, “Of course, I can even take photos of you two if you’d like!” Hyungwon looks at you with a huge grin, and you nod. He gets on first and poses a few times before gesturing for you to join him. You do, and like its muscle memory, you wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his back before lifting your head to take photos with your head on his shoulder. It was wild to feel all over again. Sure, you gave him enough back hugs to fill that craving of holding him like that, but getting to embrace him on his old bike all over again? Hundreds of feelings rush through you. And they’re all joyous, nostalgic, and filled with love. You were so content, and when you had to get off, you almost didn't want to, but you did.

When you both hopped off, “Something was missing.” He whispers, and you whisper back, “Our helmets.” And he grins, “Yeah.” He finishes his conversation and thanks them for taking photos of you two.

You walk through the dirt bike section side by side and ask him, “Do you remember our first date?” He grins, “Of course I do. How could I forget it? The most beautiful person I had ever seen came up to me asking about my motorcycle. And then I got to take them out for ice cream.” You blush, “I got to ride a motorcycle for the first time and go out on a date with you. And unbelievably, when I got home, the man of my dreams kissed me.” He blushes this time and pulls you into him to hug. “You know, I meant what I said. You’re the love of my life, even though we haven’t been together long.” You murmur to him, “You’re the love of my life too. I’m so thankful I got over my nerves that night.” He grins, “I’m glad I rode it that night.” You nod, “Me too.”

You finish looking at the bikes and walk through the custom builds with their crazy electric colors and murals painted all over them. And gasp at the art of each one, and take pictures of each, some with Hyungwon in them and some of the cars themselves. He did the same thing with you, and you both walked over to the DJ bus, where they were putting out the tunes that were playing above. You both stand by the speakers. He twirls you around, and you follow his lead for a few moments before spinning him around too.

You guys laugh as you walk away from the speaker and over to the lifts. Each has a car on top and one underneath it. Two of the four posts are black, and another is red. And one is a different type altogether. It’s blue and yellow and holds the car in place in the middle. Unlike the other three, it's holding the car up by two posts. “That one doesn’t look as safe as the other two.” You whisper, and he shakes his head, “Yeah, I don’t want to walk under it. Like the other three seem fine, but that one,…” You shiver, “If it's not properly secure and we walk under it... We’re crushed, gone, poof.” He gulps, and you both walk around it before walking underneath the red one and looking up at the chassis. While you know the people showing these were selling them, you both didn’t care. While you thought they were neat, there was no practical use for either of you. Considering if you needed to work on the car, you would jack it up and work on the ground together. You head over to the table when the two are distracted by customers. You both reach in and get a lollipop from the candy bowl. “Worth it!” You both cheer after you walk away.

You suck on your lollipops as you come up on the small foreign cars. And you look at them and cheer, “You’re twice the height of this car!” The sleek Ferrari Dino 206 in front of you sits on a rotating stage, and Hyungwon laughs, “I think I’m twice as tall as the majority of the show cars” You shrug, “Yeah, I know, but this one is the most obvious!” Even with it on a stage, he still towered over it. You two do your best to take photos in front of it until a lady comes up to you and asks if you want a picture in front of her car.

And you both eagerly nod, and she grins. She gestures for you both to stand together. And she captures a few with the side of the car and one with the front end. And one when the back was facing both of yours. “Here you go!” You tell her, “You have a lovely car!” And she smiles, “Thanks, it was a gift from my girlfriend! She’s around here somewhere with her light green 70’ charger!” You grin, “Oh gosh, is it the one on the lower level?” She thinks before nodding, “Yeah! That’s where she said it was!” “I took pictures with it, but we didn’t see her.” She nods, “Ah, you two must have gotten here early. Well, then, I’ll let you two be off! I’m going to visit her! Thank you for reminding me where she parked!” You bid her farewell, finish up your suckers, throw them away, and head to the last part of the left side.

You start at the end where the old vans are. “No way! A 23-window Volkswagen bus?!” You gasp, and he tilts his head, “What’s so impressive?” You smile, “These are incredibly rare! I don’t remember why. But it’s super neat that someone has it restored!” And you take photos of the inside and out and continue throughout the section seeing versions of the Mystery Machine and other old-school vans. You head over to the old restored farm trucks that look like they just came off the lot. They look majestic, and you start reaching the end as you notice the kids racing cars on a track.

You both stand and watch them race around the track and decide to root for opposing teams. Your team wins the first round. And you both stand there watching until Hyungwon’s team wins. When his team wins he cheers and places his hand on the small of your back and leads you to the last of this section.

The last three are three mismatched cars. They don’t seem to fit in with one another, but they look like they belong together. You take a moment to read the sign and find out the pearlescent pink 56’ Cadillac is the father’s, and the mother’s is the silvery blue 65’ Thunderbird. And lastly, the sleek black Mustang from 1990 is the son’s car. You grin, “Oh, how cute! It’s a mismatched family!” And he smiles, “It is!” You both take photos of the car family.

Before making your way out of the last section, he goes, “Ready to see them roar their engines?” You nod, already hearing some of the loud revvings from the left. You smirk, “My dad would call this section the ‘show offs’” He laughs and says, “My mom would too!” You keep close together as you walk in, and luckily, the ventilation in the building is good, and you couldn’t smell too much smoke. You watch as some use their hydraulics to lift off the ground. And others show off how loud and fast their engines are. You keep going through and notice mostly V8 engines revving before making it over to the foreign-made cars. And see that they house V12s, “I thought those were legends.” Hyungwon whispers to you. And you can’t help but gasp as you look at the engines and see how huge they are, “You’d think that makes them slower due to the size, but the horsepower...” He gapes at them, “Must be insane to be behind the wheel.”

You gulp, “A V8 engine can get away with you if you press the gas wrong. I couldn’t imagine how fast this thing could...” You start reading about the Ferrari from the board, and it says that in 8.2 seconds, it could get up to 124 mph, and you gasp. You both exchange a look at each other, and he goes, “Holy fuck.” And that’s when the owner turns the car over, and you hear its roar. And it sends shivers up your spines, and Hyungwon whispers, “Yeah, that’s power.” The owner smiles, “It’s a fast one, but don’t get them wrong, I usually use it for grocery shopping with the kiddos! They do very well. You just got to know how to control it!” That eases both of your stomachs, and you thank them for the information, and they tell you it’s no problem. After killing the ignition, they go back to sitting beside it.

You guys finish up this last section and head out into the hall. Hyungwon tells you, “I have to say the motorcycles and this section are certainly two of my favorites.” You nod, “I agree, but I still like the basement the most. It looks so clean!” He nods, “That was nice too!” You kiss his cheek, “I’m glad I got to enjoy this with you.” He nods, “Yeah, we learned a bit, and we also went down memory lane.” You smile, “Yeah, maybe one year we can have a car or motorcycle here. Together.” He smiles and kisses your forehead, “I’d love to do that with you.”

You look at the food section, and he asks, “Want anything before we leave?” You shrug and shake your head, “Not really, you?” He shakes his head, “Me neither.” You both make your way back out the entrance. Once inside his car, he says, “I’ve wanted to do this since we saw my old bike.” Before pulling you in for a kiss, you can’t help but smile as you kiss him back. When you pull away, “You could have kissed me in there.” He shrugs, “I like sharing these moments with only you. Everyone knows we’re together, but only you and I get to know what it’s like.” You’re both red as he finishes up his sentence, and you pull him in for another kiss.

When you pull away you reach into your pocket and pull out the fuzzy dice. You put it over the visor and you both giggle. “It’s cute” he says, and he reaches into his pocket and hands you the hot wheels car. “I wanted you to have it so whenever I’m away, you’ll always have my car.” You thank him, and you both giggle at the other realizing you both had bought each other something. “I thought you were buying the dice for your car.” You shake your head, “I have that little tree air freshener. I thought you were buying the hot wheels car for yourself.” You both shake your heads at each other. He kisses you one last time before he pulls out of the parking lot and makes his way out, you hold his hand over the shifter. “I can’t believe it’s only been about a year since we’ve been together.” He agrees and brings your hand to his lips, “I know it’s hard to make promises to an ever-changing world, but I hope one thing remains consistent. Me and you, for a very long time.” You smile, bring his hand to your lips and kiss it before whispering, “For a very long time.”

You guys go to a restaurant seeing it’s late enough for an early dinner. And you walk in, noticing the date on the calendar, and ask him, “What’s today?” He looks over at you and shrugs before looking at the calendar too. You watch as it dawns on him with a smile on your face, “How did we forget?” You shrug, “Either way. We spent today together. That’s what anniversaries are for.” He smiles, “Yeah. Do you want to get ice cream after this?” You grin, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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braveclementine · 5 months ago

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Forks High School- A Living Hell

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina's P.O.V.

I had forgotten how good being on a motorcycle feels.

I should've worn the helmet- I was probably breaking some law by not wearing the helmet, but the wind pushing back on my face and blowing out my hair- even if it was a little chilly- felt amazing.

I only had to travel on the highway a little bit in order to get to the actual High School.

Pulling up to the school made me realize it was one of those schools where the classes were separated and small. Just bloody wonderful.

I also realized that this town looked like it was living in the 1900's still. Old, junky cars, barely a WIFI tower in the area. I bet all the students still had flip phones.

I parked my motorcycle near the front office, getting out, locking it, putting the brake down, and then throwing the tarp over it. I yanked out my bag and book, hurrying to the front office.

I opened the door, relaxing a little at the warmth.

The woman behind the desk looked up, "May I help you?"

"Um, yeah, hi." I said, awkwardness seeping in through every part of my body. Lovely. "I'm new here. Davina Michaelson?"

"One moment dear." The secretary said, turning to her old looking computer, typing in something that was probably my name, and then she hit another key and a piece of paper was printed out of the machine. "This is your schedule." She said, standing up, leaning over it with a highlighter. "These periods." She pointed to periods with nothing after them, "Are empty periods as you only signed up for the classes you needed to graduate. You are permitted to leave campus during those times if you can get back here on time."

I'd probably just hole up in the library. Wait-

Did they even have a library?

"Thank you." I replied instead, taking the piece of paper from her.

"Ah, one more thing." She said, turning to a stack of papers and lifting one up. "I believe you were the one who requested this?"

I took it from her, scanning it. It was a form to fill out for an internship at the hospital here. I'd always wanted to be a medic.

"Oh yes, thank you." I said, glancing at the stack of papers, "Is there really a lot of competition."

She smiled gently. "You're one of the serious ones, aren't you?"

"You mean that students will go for the internship without actually wanting to be in the medical field?" I asked, confused. Why would anyone do that?

She laughed, sounding a bit. . .bitter? "Yes, to get closer to Dr. Cullen. He's one of the most eligible bachelors in the town. Young too. Incredibly hot."

I snorted, "Typical."

"Good luck. I certainly hope you get the internship."

She sounded sincere. Maybe she was just glad I wasn't after the hot doctor. He probably wasn't even that hot. Or if he was, he was most definitely married.

Of course, that could make him all the more attractive.

Like Lucius Malfoy.

Oh wait no- eligible bachelor. So like Severus Snape.

I cleared my head of fantasy characters and made my way to the first class of the day: History.

I had gotten there about twenty minutes early- much to my surprise- and the teacher was surprised about my appearance. He signed the slip of paper and I made my way to the seat he showed me to.

Then I pulled out Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and started to read it.

I had read Pride and Prejudice before, and I mean- it was good- you know, for a book that didn't have any magic or mystical creatures. But I mean, add zombies to it and you've got me a whole 'nother world I was falling in love with.

I didn't pay much attention as the class slowly started to fill up. I didn't even notice the people who sat on either sides of me and they didn't bother me, although I was sensing very excited vibes from the person on my left, and very nonchalant vibes from the person on my right.

Finally, as the class settled down, I slid a Hufflepuff Quidditch style bookmark into the book, sliding it underneath my desk, pulling out lined paper so that I could start my notes before I took in the two people on either side of me.

The girl on my left was a pixie girl, short cropped black hair that reminded me of a goth Nymphadora Tonks. On the other side of me was a tall boy, extremely pale face, dark under the eyes, weird gold eyes, and had this weird bird nest hairdo going on. He could've been good looking if he didn't look like he was trying out for the circus. Now, if he had wavy hair, maybe shoulder length, and let some colour into his cheeks, he'd be quite decent.

"Hello!" The girl on the other side of me said and I looked back over to her. "Hi."

"I'm Alice Cullen and that's my boyfriend Jasper Hale."

"Davina Michaelson." I said hesitantly, waiting for the reaction of something sarcastic about the TV show about the come out of her mouth.

Instead, she simply said, "That's a pretty name."

Maybe she'd never watched the show? I supposed there were some uncultured people out there who'd never seen Vampire Diaries or the Originals and if they were, they definitely lived in this town.

"Thanks." I said.

"So, you're new here?" Alice asked in undertone as Mr. Jameson started to teach about the Industrial Revolution.

"Obviously." I said with a bit of a smirk and tone.

She didn't get the Harry Potter reference either and I was wondering if I could stand being friends with her.

"You're not the only one." Jasper said quietly.

"There's another new girl?" I asked with a bit of a raised eyebrow.

"Well, she's only been here for like, a couple of days. She arrived here last week." Alice replied. "Her name is Isabella Swan, but she has everyone call her Bella."

I was a bit surprised. I hadn't realized she would come back. . .I don't think she'd been here since she was Four and I wasn't entirely sure that she would even remember me.

"Oh." I replied, not knowing what else to say.

Once the class ended, I grabbed my things, standing up, making sure I still had the slip of paper.

"Would you like to sit with us at lunch?" Alice asked, drawing curious glances from anyone around her. I had a feeling that she was considered a popular kid and they were now wondering why I was so special.

I smiled. "I'll think about it. But I'm not really good company at lunch." Even more surprised looks. I guess no one would have dared turn them down. Not that I didn't like these two- but I truly wasn't good lunch company.

And with that, I walked off, heading to my next class.

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In my other classes, I met two other people who looked like they might be related to Alice Cullen and Jasper Hale. The boy's name was Emmett and he looked like the typical jock. Short black hair, blocky face, big build, thick muscles, large hands. Really not my type at all.

He was totally dating a blond, I just knew it.

And the other was Edward, who had a resting bitch face that screamed he would rather be anywhere else but here. I supposed he could be good looking. The red hair, the brooding face, the dark eyes. Except he had those lips, you know? The ones that make his face rather girlish.

By the time lunch came, I was starving. I bought a coke- they had no rootbeer, pathetic- and a bag of nacho Doritos, and some ice-cream.

I had a sweet tooth, was that a problem?

I ate quickly with one hand, reading my book with the other, as I sat at a table completely by myself.

I really didn't mind. I had never gotten along with people my age as they were super immature and didn't know the difficulties of life. Besides, it was easier to read when it was semi-silent, rather than surrounded by a group of boys and girls that were screaming and talking loudly.

Once I was done eating, I read the book with both hands and it took me a very long time to realize that someone was calling my name.

Finally, someone sat down next to me.

I jerked, slapping them across the face with the book, skidding backwards on the seat.

"Jesus fuck Tyler." I yelped when I realized who it was.

Tyler smirked and said, "I'm glad you think Jesus would be interested in the likes of me. Except- no Homo."

I scowled at him, trying to turn my attention to the book. "Come on, come sit with us, you're not actually going to sit here the entire time and read are you?" Tyler teased.

Tyler Crowley. Younger than me, African American, pierced ears, was my friend back here in Forks before I'd left.

"You know perfectly well that's exactly what I'm going to do." I said with a smirk.

Tyler grinned, "You leave me no choice then. OI! WE'RE SITTING OVER HERE NOW!"

I smacked Tyler on the arm. "You idiot!"

"Awww, you love me Davina."

I scowled deeper.

Soon, I was sitting across from a girl named Jessica, a girl named Angelina by my side. There was also Mike, Eric, Bella, and Lauren.

Right off the bat, I found Mike way to flirtatious, and I was pretty sure that both Lauren and Jessica were going to turn out to be bitches, but just about everyone else I could deal with. Bella and Angelina were very quiet, and Eric was probably the only guy I could crush on.

I had a thing for Asian dudes. After all, if you can't have a hot, thirty year old movie star, then you had to have a really hot Japanese or Korean dude.

Not that Eric was hot, but if my choices were really low I could definitely vibe with him.

"So, introduce yourself." Jessica said in a perky voice that I realized I already hated.

"Okay, I'm a Hufflepuff, a Cancer, born in the year of the Tiger, I love to read, I love to watch movies, I have a sweet tooth, I liked to live on the dangerous side, I drive a motorcycle, the only facts I know are about animals, I love fantasy and magical creatures, and if I could turn into a vampire or a werewolf my life would be perfect." I rattled off with a smirk.

Everyone just stared at me. Should I add a fact about animals?

Yeah right, like what? Painted Turtles survive the winter by breathing through their butts? Or how about Axolotls can regenerate their parts? Or even better, female Koalas have two vaginas. Yeah, somehow, I don't think any of that would help them on their science tests.

I looked at Tyler who was in a fit of loud laughter. "This is why I read at lunch."

"You're quirky." Mike finally said.

My distaste at him immediately grew. That's what he had said.

"Thanks." I muttered, trying to turn back to my book.

Tyler snatched it out of my hands, closing it, and leaning an elbow on it. "Come on, didn't you plan on making friends?"

"Nope." I replied, trying to shove his arm off the book. "Give."

The rest of the table turned back into talking. I noticed Bella kept glancing over her shoulder at the Cullens.

I noticed there was another girl there, blond and beautiful. She was sitting next to Emmett and I just knew they were together. I knew he'd be dating a blond.

'Oh brother, please don't tell me that she actually fell for Edward. Look at the girly lips.' I thought to myself, because it was obvious Edward was the only one left for Bella to be gawking at. I met Edward's eyes. Well, whatever, I thought as I looked away, turning my attention back to the book that was being held hostage. It's not like he could read my mind.

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I didn't have a class after lunch- I only stayed for the food- and I made my way outside to my motorcycle. I folded up the tarp, stuffing it in the motorcycle carrier.

"What do you know, you actually do ride a bike." A deep, hesitant, almost southern voice said.

I stood upright, shooting a glance at Jasper. "Course I do. How'd you know?"

"Heard you're little speech at the table when you got frustrated with your friends." He replied.

I raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You heard that?"

"You weren't as quiet as you probably thought."

That was probably true. I was known to get loud. I shrugged, "Fair."

"Would you really want to be a vampire?" He asked with his own skeptical eyebrow raised. I was pretty sure he looked better than me doing it.

"I'm weird." I said with a shrug of my shoulders. "I mean, it always depends on the type of vampire I could become, you know?"

"Umm, type?"

I sighed, "Well yeah, I mean, there's the kind that can do magic, like heretics, and then there are the kind that can compel humans to forget that they were fed on. And then there are vampires that are half-vamp, half-werewolf, which is actually really cool. And then I'm sure there are just plain normal vampires that are allergic to garlic, burn in the sun, and sleep in coffins."

Jasper looked so puzzled that I couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, I don't think this town has even read any of the fantasy stuff. No one gets my Harry Potter or Vampire Diaries or Marvel innuendos. Oh well."

I straddle the bike, kicking it to a start along with the key. "See you tomorrow Jazz."

There was a bit of surprise on his face as I pulled out of the parking lot, heading straight for the hospital.

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IkeLive 2nd Anniversary Story — Chapter 04

[Kyoichiro]

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Kyoichiro: Can you… come over here for a second.

In the morning, I was in the living room, and Kyoichiro called out to me while holding Evan and Otto in each arm.

Kyoichiro: Come closer.

MC: ? Oh. Um…

I moved closer, and Kyoichiro bent down to look into my face. Then he placed his forehead against mine. Evan and Otto were still in his arms, snuggling up to him with their eyes closed.

My eyes were wide open.

Kyoichiro: Doesn’t seem like you have a fever.

Even after moving his forehead away, Kyoichiro was still staring at my face. He was doing a medical examination.

Kyoichiro: Your face and eyes are red, so I got worried.

MC: Ah… it must be due to my lack of sleep.

Kyoichiro: I see. In that case…

— That’s how I ended up in Kyoichiro’s office at Bushida Ophthalmology.

The piano school I worked at was closed although it was a weekday. However, Bushida Ophthalmology was as packed as ever.

Kyoichiro, who was nicknamed the ‘Doctor Bushi’, was so popular among the old ladies in the neighborhood that all of them came to see him.

Patient: Thank you, Doctor Bushi.

Kyoichiro: Don’t mention it.

Although he’s a man of few words, Kyoichiro always kindly escorted the old ladies with poor eyesight to the waiting room.

The reason why his clinic was popular with people of all genders and ages, was most likely due to the way he carefully performs his medical examinations, and possesses a high level of knowledge and experience.

While thinking about how popular Kyoichiro was as I sat in the waiting room, I became the only one left. The clinic Kyoichiro’s in charge of was closing for the day.

Kyoichiro: You’re the last patient. Sorry to have kept you waiting.

After getting my eyes examined and being prescribed eye drops for my bloodshot eyes caused by lack of sleep, I waited for Kyoichiro outside the clinic. I turned my head to see him on his motorcycle.

MC: Over here, Kyoichiro.

Kyoichiro: Ah.

Not only did Kyoichiro escort me out to the waiting room, he also offered me a ride back to the Sakuragi since we were both headed for the same place.

Kyoichiro: Hold on tight.

I could feel Kyoichiro’s back vibrate as he spoke. Instead of nodding in response, I nudged his back with my helmet.

…

On our way home, Kyoichiro stopped by a park to buy hamburgers.

Kyoichiro: I’m a little hungry, sorry for making you accompany me.

MC: No, it's alright. I’m hungry too.

The two of us leaned against the park’s fence and ate our hamburgers.

MC: Yummy! How did you know about this hamburger place?

Kyoichiro: In the past, there was a live music club nearby, and I would always come here for a quick bite. But that place eventually got shut down by Rindou.

MC: I see…

Kyoichiro: I miss it. I thought that I would never have the chance to eat here again. But somehow, looking at you reminded me of it.

Kyoichiro: That live music club had many amazing bands performing there… I wish I could take you to see them.

Rindou — The Music Control Bureau forced countless live music clubs to close their doors forever.

It wasn't rare to hear news of such things happening, but it was inevitably saddening to watch the clubs vanish.

(At most, we won’t lose the memories we’ve made… and we have to relive them from time to time so they don't disappear.)

MC: Kyoichiro.

Kyoichiro: Hm?

MC: I… like it.

I looked up at Kyoichiro’s face.

MC: This hamburger. So let’s come back here more often, and I also want you to tell me all about the live music club.

Kyoichiro: …

(... What's wrong?)

Kyoichiro looked at me in surprise for a moment before looking away awkwardly.

Kyoichiro: Ah, right.

MC: ? Is something the matter? Your face is so… red.

As I wondered if Kyoichiro was running a fever, he covered his face with the back of his free hand.

Kyoichiro: Sorry. I misunderstood and thought you were saying that you liked me.

MC: Misunderstood… wait, WHAT!?

(No way. Did Kyoichiro think I was professing my love to him!?)

Kyoichiro’s confession made me blush.

MC: I mean… you’re not wrong… but… you know…

…

By the time we left the park, the sun was already setting.

When we entered the Sakuragi's garage on the motorcycle, we heard the sound of a car door slamming shut.

Eisuke: Welcome home.

Eisuke just happened to reach home by car at the same time we did.

Eisuke: Why are you with this man, little puppy? If you want to go on a date… why don't you go with me?

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ingeniousmindoftune · 3 years ago

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The Sextape, Part Five.

Words: 2K.

Warning(s); mentions of bodily fluids, aggressive sex, implied murder plot

Since this is so successful, part of me is contemplating on turning it into a story, But I am not sure and don’t think I forgot about too much to drink.

All gifs are not mine, I found them on pinterest/google search, so if they are yours all credit to you. I need to make my own gifs man someone tell me how I can get scenes from an entire episode! Please and how I can make HD gifs. Comment below. Thank you.

Let’s get to it.

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“Are you willing to die for this girl, man? Not that any of us would let that happen. I certainly won’t but you just need to ask yourself- Is she worth all of this?” Angel asks, looking down at me as I was fixing my bike. I will give Rio some credit, he was stupid enough to walk in the club house alone but next time, he won’t be walking out. I stopped what I was doing, rag in hand. “Of course.” I answered, shaking my head. “I don’t need you fighting my battles, Angel. I can handle Rio myself.”

Angel shook his head, “I just think you’re making a mistake. I mean, he was bold enough to show up here- I do know one thing- She has a type.”

“And what’s that?” I laugh softly, shaking my head, “She likes criminals. She likes the thrill of two men pinning themselves against each other- It's a thrill for her. She wants to feel wanted. You two made her feel that way,” Deep down, I knew he was right but at the same time. None of that matters to me because I loved her. I knew her. I hated that I was in this situation but I told myself if I ever saw her again, I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to be with her. I slightly brushed the side of my face. “It’s my decision.” I looked back at him. He was about to speak when a car pulled up, I looked up to see who it was, I slightly frowned because I didn’t recognize the vehicle. “You expecting someone?” He asked me. Shaking my head no. “I was about to ask you that.”

He placed his hand in his waist band to get his gun, I stood up to get mine only to freeze when I saw who got out. “Whoa, whoa, put that away.”

“You know her?” He questioned. I forgot he’s never actually met her, I nod my head. “It’s Y/n.” He raised an eyebrow, “Damn, I see why you not letting up.” I laugh playfully shoving him, he chuckled leaning against his bike, she strolled up the driveway, pushing her shades off her eyes, using it to push her hair back. She smiled softly at me and glanced at Angel, slightly waving. “Hi, is this a bad time?” She asks me. “Hey.” Angel nods. “If you ever get tired of him, I’ll be more then happy to rock your world.”Angel janks. She raised an eyebrow than laughed. “I’m good, thanks for the offer though.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t sweat him. That’s my brother Angel, the one I was telling you about.” He chuckled, “Imma leave you two love birds, I got business anyways, talk to you later.” We hugged, he hopped on his bike and left along with the rest of the crew. “Hop on.” I told her, getting on the bike handing her my helmet. “Um, what?” I knew she always had this big fear of motorcycles, her uncle was killed on one and she just never looked at one to ride. She admired them, but was terrified. “I’m not getting on that thing, Ez.” I sighed looking at her. “You trust me?” She nods. “Of course I do.” I patted the back. “Let’s go to my trailer, we can talk freely there. And no one knows where its at so you don’t have to worry about Rio. You can leave your car here. Just hold on to me and know that I won’t do anything that’ll endanger your life.”

She looked at me with trusting eyes, nodding as she got on. Once I was sure her helmet was on, I started up the bike, She snaked her arms around me tight earning a low chuckle. “I got you,” I assured her.

The sounds of the roaming and roaring of my bike was all we could hear. She held onto me so tight, at first but soon she loosened her grip, I looked back at her then back at the road. “You okay?” She nodded her head, “I am. I’m just trying to not be so scared.” She answers. “Its okay, I understand your fear.” Not too long after we pulled up to my trailer, I unlocked the door and went inside, taking her hand, I helped her inside. We walked over and sat down. “It’s small but its home, for now.” Sitting on the couch, I pulled her down on my lap. She took in the place. “You like?” I question, tucking her hair behind ear. “Alot cleaner than I expected,” I burst out laughing. “You thought I was a junkie?” She laughs. “No, but I mean when you said trailer, I just assumed.”

“You should know by now baby, assumptions are never good.”

She nods. “You bring all your women here or?” I shook my head no. “No, not that there are any other women but you’re the only i’ve brought here. You knew that though, you was just curious and wondering if I was with another woman, you know you can just come out and ask me.” She traced my patch on my vest. “Okay, are you seeing another woman?” Looking her in the eyes, I shook my head no. “No. I’m not. Barely have the time.” She hit my chest, I laughed. “But what’s the matter, Y/N? You never come down to the club.” She played with her freshly manicured nails. I took them in mine. “You come and try to break this off again?”

“I have to, Ez, Rio wants your head and he wants you dead. And If this doesn’t stop you’ll end up in a body bag.”

I laughed. “You really think I’m going to let that happen? Nah’. I’m not going to let that happen, hear me? I’m not worried about Rio. I’ll deal with him if he comes my way.” She shook her head. “No this just needs to end, this has been going on long enough.” Running my hand down my face, I looked her over. “Is that what you really want?” She looked me in the eyes, even I could see she didn’t want this to stop. “Y-yes. It has to.” I lifted her chin. “Does it?” She smacked her lip. “Stop doing that, Ez. You making it so hard right now, you knew this wasn’t supposed to go like this. It was just supposed to have been a one time thing. You and I have two different lives now. I’m married, and you deserve to be happy.”

“Okay,” I simply nodded. I knew this wasn’t what she wanted but if she told me enough was enough I wasn’t about to stand in the way of that, but did I want this to end? No, but at the same time, I knew she wasn’t done with me. “Okay? That’s all you have to say? No, smart remark or anything?” I shrugged, “I mean, you tried to leave before- It didn’t work out so what makes me think this is any different. Yeah, I know that you fear for my safety but is this really what you want? Yeah, this might have started out as a revenge trip- But now we both know this is something more. You and I always had something special.”

She shook her head, “That was in the past, Ezekiel. You and I are two entirely different people now. I’m not some young girl anymore and you’re not the same young boy fresh out of prison.”

“That’s true. But do me a favor?” She nods looking at me. “Anything.” Gazing into her beautiful Y/E/C eyes. I planted a kiss on her lips. “One last time, huh?” She nodded her head already knowing what I wanted, I grinned lifting her up taking her towards my bed, lying her down on it, I stripped out of my vest and white tee. Leaving me in nothing but my pants and boots, she leaned up starting to unbutton her blouse, I kissed her lips again, tasting the strawberry flavored lip balm, once her blouse was completely unbuttoned, I tossed it somewhere in the room after practically prying it off of her body. She didn’t break our kisses not once, raising her arm as I reached around and uncupped her bra, our tongues wrestled for dominance, lying her flat on her back . I hovered over her kissing on her neck earning some moans.

Lifting her skirt, I placed my hands inside her black lace thongs. She knew what she was doing when she came here dressed the way she did. She knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her and sure for her it might just be the sex, but for me it was far more. She bit down on my bottom lip softly, I pulled away looking down at her. “You wanna play?” I smirked down, rubbing her pussy with my hands, rubbing the folds and her clit until she started to get wet, once she was wet enough. I slipped my middle finger in, then the index, just watching her facial expressions was a whole other level of turn ons for me.

Just when I thought she couldn’t turn me on anymore, she licked her juices off my fingers whilst looking me in the eyes. “I want you now,” She whispered, “No foreplay. I just want you inside me.”

I didn’t hesitate on her request, dropping my pants and boxers to the floor after kicking off my boots, she laid on her stomach with her ass up and face buried in the pillow below her head, pulling her back, I reached over grabbing a condom to slip on. “Fuck the condom, your pull out game strong, I need you in me… NOW!” I bit my lip, tossing the condom I slipped deep inside her ass first, giving her long deep thrusts, she moaned. “Mmm shit.” I grunted with each thrust. Each stroke I gave her the more cream came out her ass, speeding up my rhythmn, I grinded in and out of her pulling her hair in my hands. “Ah yes! Fuck. Just like that.” She threw her ass back on me sending me in a frenzy, I grunted throwing my head back starting the beat her ass up the way she liked it, For a soft spoken, sweet girl- She loved intense, hot, steamy and occasionally rough sex. She always has since the first time we fucked years ago. Pulling her head back, I placed a sloppy wet kiss on her lips. “You like that baby? You like the way I’m fucking you and beating down your walls right now?”

“Oh God, fuck yes! Give it to me just like thatt.” She moaned louder as her body shook. “Shit.”

I pulled out her ass, slipping in her pussy rubbing her asshole with my thumb sticking it deep inside her ass as it throbs. “Fuck meeee,” She moaned. “Yes, daddy!” Speeding up, she earned moans, “Fuck you so wet baby, and tight shit.” She reaches her arm around spreading her ass cheeks so I can deeper inside. “Mmm, I wanna feel you in my guts, Shit.”

Pulling out, she got up just in time, taking all of my juices in her mouth the best that she could. Spreading her lips apart, I placed my dick in her mouth giving her slow strokes, speeding up. I reached down, rubbing her clip and folds with my fingers. She moaned against my dick sending vibrations. “Just like that.” I moaned, I hissed. “Ah shiiiiit.” Releasing all over her face again, she smiled up at me licking it al up like the freak she was. Wiping her face and licking the rest of my cum, she laid back on her back, I pulled her down, watching as her legs were spread like a butterfly, rubbing her clit with my thumb, I watched how wet she was and how she was creaming on my dick. The most beautiful sight. “Look at that, somebody missed this dick huh?”

“Y-yes, fuck RIO!”

I stopped. She quickly covered her mouth, clenching my jawline. I pulled out and looked at her. “Fuck you just call me?”

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Fuck, what the hell just happened? I knew damn well I was not fucking Rio. It was a difference between each of their styles, rhythm and strokes like night and day so how could I fuck up and call him Rio? I didn’t catch myself in time.

“I’m so sorry, Ez.”

He looked at me, “Rio? Do I look like fucking Rio to you?” You sighed deeply, grabbing his arm. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He smacked his lip, getting into the bed. “Lay back,” I did as he asked, pulling me down, he slipped back in me, his strokes became more passionate yet aggressive and deeper, he leaned down looking me in the eyes before whispering into my ear. “Don’t call me that name again, what’s my name?” The base and depth of his voice sent chills down my spine. You could hear the hurt, frustration and seduction in his voice, with each stroke he made sure to remind me he wasn’t Rio. Each whisper in my ear of sweet nothings, and kisses on my ear lope and neck that brought me to his mercy. “Mm, I’m sorry.” I moaned as he thrusted his hips, the more he did so, the deeper he was inside my stomach, He was driving my body and I was just along for the ride. “Whats my damn name?”

“EZ.”

Opening my eyes, I looked around feeling for him but he was no where to be found, I couldn’t feel my lower legs. I groaned, leaning my head back. Shit. “Ezekiel!” I called out for him but had no response, I called for him again and about a good two minutes later he was entering the room, shirtless with a beer in his hand. “Sure, I’m not Rio?” He mutters. I sighed deeply. “You know I didn’t mean to call you his name. What time is it?” He looked at me for a good five minutes, crawling in bed with me, he pulled my legs down so I was closer to him, he leans down kissing my lips. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.”

He groaned. “I’m sorry.” He kissed my jawline. “It’s okay, I’m sore in a good way,” i smirked a little, “I need to get home though,” I sat up slowly, He looked at me. “Mmm, spend the night.” I shook my head, “You and I both know that's a bad idea besides, I need to get home and soak in the tub, you gotta take me back to my car. You know me spending the night isn’t a good idea.” As much as I wanted to stay, I had to keep telling myself no. He nods helping me to my feet, wrapping his arms around my waist, “So, is this goodbye?”

“I think it is.”

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With her car in the shop for some minor repairs, She had to take my car and with that being said, I had tracked it to the clubhouse which only pissed me off even more. But, I would deal with all of that another day. I realized now she wouldn’t be satisfied until her lover ended up in a body bag, and I was about to make her wish come true. Shutting the front door and setting the alarm, I tossed my keys on the island. Noticing that my range was back out front again, walking up the stairs, I could smell her favorite scented candle and her favorite milk and honey scented bubble bath, Taking off my jacket, I rested it on the bed, walking towards the bathroom, seeing her in the tub drinking some red wine.

Leaning down planting a kiss on her lips, “You okay?”

“I am.” She pushes herself further into the water, I nod my head looking at her body over noticing the hickey on her shoulder blade, Clenching my jawline. “You went to see him?” She nodded her head. “And before you go with that threatening shit, you can cut it out- We ended things, plus you cant say shit when you not getting rid of your bitch. What if I killed her?” I shook my head, “You wouldn’t and I made it clear with her thats its just business, you feel free, you can come with me on the next meet.” She splashed the water slightly, “I don’t care at this point but stay the hell away from him RIo and I mean that. And instead of talking all of that shit just… fight for me.” Stripping out my clothes. I got in the tub, “Come here.”

She came over to my side, lying her head on my chest. I kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, “I am, and that’s why I’m going to kill him.” I kissed her ear. She moved away from me. “I swear if you lay a hand on his head, I will never speak to you again. I swear I’ll divorce you, Rio and take your ass down so fucking fast! Where do you get off huh?? You have no right to be upset here.”

“I told you to stay away from him, didn’t I?”

Rolling her eyes. “You touch him, Rio and I swear. We are done.” Running my hand down my face. “You expect me to keep standing by and watching my wife sneak around with her ex? And it’s too late.” She looked at me, “W-What you mean, it’s too late?” He shook his head. “Don’t worry, he’s not dead. I just roughed him up a bit. He and I had a little tussle.” She looked at me for a long time. “How could you do that?”

“I warned you to stay away from him.”

Hurt plastered over her face. “The only reason I didn’t kill him is because of you. But let me make it clear, as of today. There will be no more Ezekiel. Don’t think about him, dream about him, talk about him. None of that, I spared him once because the love I have for you but that doesn’t mean I won’t take care of him for good. I’m not scared of his boys. And as far as Beth goes, she’s just business and you’re going to trust that. You can come to meets with me if you want, I don’t care. It’s business.”

“You’re not being fair.”

He shrugged. “I don’t care, I said what needed to be said. You wanted me to fight and make up for the hurt I caused you, you wanted to play even. Now we even. You hurt me back. Now can we hang up this childish ass game and get back to where we were?”

“We can’t.” She shook her head. “Not now.”

I sighed deeply. “So what you want from me?” She sighed deeply, looking away from me. “You shouldn’t of touched him. I had already called things off with him today, you shouldn’t have touched him.” I smacked my lips. “I told you next time I found out you were with him, things would be less civilized. If it makes you feel any better , he got licks in too. Let it be done here, it needs to end here so we both can move on.”

“I’m about to check on him. Don’t even think about following me.” She got out the tub

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norimiya · 2 years ago

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Realizations

Loverboy Chapter 14

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warnings: mentions bruising at the end and middle. alcohol (just wine)

It's hard to ignore the stares you receive when you walk into school the next day, especially when you walk into the classroom. A majority of your classmates are already in there, you can already hear the whispers from every corner of the room.

Your head is aching by the time school is over, the sheer amount of people that stared at you, whispered under their breaths or flat out asked you was an annoying number. Can't people just mind their business?

You kick at the pebbles scattered along the path you walked on, murmuring under your breath when they strayed too far from you.

Your phone pings inside your pocket, startling you from the sudden noise. It's Langa. He's asking if you're going to crazy rock.

Sorry. You type out, thinking about your next words. I'm not feeling up to it today. Realistically, you could've used the excuse of not wanting to start a fight.

He sends a frowning face back and a see you later sticker.

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The next day rolls by just as fast, the stares and whispers have subsided, but of course, you just can't have nice things.

"Yo." Kojiro leans against his motorcycle with a wide grin, standing up with a loud laugh when you hit him with your jacket. "What's the issue?"

"I thought I told you to stop picking me up with no warning," You whip around when you hear a camera shutter behind you, groaning when you saw your classmate. "How come you're here?"

He shrugs, "Kaoru said he wanted to talk to you, made me come get you to speed up the process."

"Couldn't he have just called me then?" Kojiro shrugs, tossing you a helmet. "You two are ridiculous." He scoffs. Ten minutes later you're next to Kaoru at the restaurant, slumped over the bar counter. "What is it?"

Kaoru swirls the wine glass in his hand twice before taking a long sip, "I haven't seen you come by recently." You quirk a brow. "I just wanted to know if there was a problem." You turn away from him when his eyes set on the bruises around your eye and cheek, only to be met with Kojiro's stare.

"I didn't swing first, they did." Kojiro nods. "Someone was bad-mouthing, Reki." Kaoru hums. "I couldn't just sit by and listen to them say rude things about him."

"Can I ask you something?" Kaoru says, turning his body to you. Kojiro walks away. You nod. "What exactly are your feelings towards, Reki?"

"I don't know." You answer, tapping your finger against the counter. "I've gotten that question a lot lately from classmates and Langa, but I just never wanted to admit to anything."

He nods slowly, "Do you think there's a possibility that you have feelings for him?"

"I know something is there. Like the other day I almost..." You trail off when you recount the events, covering your face when you feel heat creep up your neck. Did you almost kiss Reki? "Um, you know what, maybe I do."

He chuckled at your answer, turning the other way when you glared at him.

You turn forward, "Can I talk to you about something? And you have to promise you won't tell the others about it." He nods. The mood's shifted. "Reki said he wants to stop going."

"Why's that?"

"He told me he was tired." You answered, fidgeting with your fingers. "I feel guilty for not believing his word but, knowing Reki, it's more than feeling tired."

Kaoru hums, taking the last sip of his drink. "My best advice that I can offer is to talk to him. But don't try to force it out of him that you'll overwhelm him and cause a fight," a small smile makes its way to his face. "The last thing we need is you two not talking."

—

You stand awkwardly at Reki's front door as you knock, jolting when it opens with a snap. Your gaze shifts down when you hear Nanaka, stumbling over your words as she pulls you into the house.

"Oh, Y/n!" you hear from the kitchen, looking at Reki's mom with a smile. "I wasn't expecting you to be here, Reki didn't tell me you were coming over." "Sorry for showing up unannounced." You apologized, bowing your head. "I needed to talk to Reki and I just thought he'd be home."

She rests her hand on her cheek, giving a polite smile. "You can hang out in his room or play with the girls until he comes back, he shouldn't be long I'm sure." You nod, following Nanaka into her room.

It's been four hours. Reki's mom had apologized about you having to wait so long, you didn't mind. You burrowed yourself under his blanket when his sisters went to bed, occupying yourself by playing on your phone. Thirty minutes later, give or take, the front door finally clicks open and shut, heavy slow footsteps approaching the door.

"Y/n," Reki whispers upon seeing you curled up in his bed. He shifts his gaze to the floor when you sit up to look at him, ignoring the water sliding down his body from standing out in the rain. "What are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you," you answer, getting up to stand beside him. Your hands reach up to rest on his cheeks, gently moving his head so he'd look at you. "I was worried about you, you were taking a while to get back."

His hands wrap around yours to bring them down, letting them hang in the space between you. "You don't need to worry about me."

You hold your breath when he looks at you, "You're my best friend, Reki. Of course, I'm going to worry about you." It's the first time Reki feels hurt being called your best friend. He tugs his hands away and steps back. "You should change your clothes, you might catch a cold."

He nods, watching you grab your bag and move towards the door. His hand latches around your wrist the moment you slide it open, catching your attention. "Don't leave." Your brows pinch together. "I don't want to be alone right now."

"Then I'll wait outside the door." He shakes his head. "What do you want me to do, Reki? Watch you change?" You hope that lights up the mood at least a little.

It did. He gives a small smile before tugging you inside, placing your bag on the floor, and throwing his blanket over you. "I'll tell you when I at least have pants on."

"Oh? No shirt? For free?" You laugh when you feel a whack against your legs, curling your body in the covers.

"There." He pulls the blanket from your head, looking to the side when you sit up abruptly. "It's not as bad as it looks."

"Reki, you're covered in bruises!" You shout quietly, pulling him closer to you by his waist. He brings his hands up to cover his face, embarrassed by the feeling of your fingers trailing over his torso.

"They don't hurt, it's okay—ow! What the hell?" He gulps when you stare up at him with a frown, obviously upset that he lied. "I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me." His lips part at your stern voice, nodding as he sank to the floor in front of you. "Don't ever feel like you need to hide your feelings from me, Reki. I'll always understand."

He keeps his head down, contemplating whether or not he should tell you what's going on in his head, or if he should suck it up and play it off as nothing. You're bound to figure it out though, especially tomorrow at school.

He didn't want to put you in the middle of his problems, wouldn't that be selfish of him to put the person he likes in such a bad place?

Reki picks his head up at his thoughts, looking up at you with a shocked expression. He'd just admitted he liked you.

"Y/n, please don't hate me for asking you this." You tilt your head. "Can I-" he cuts himself off, screwing his eyes shut and lowering his head again,

He says it under his breath, but it's so painfully quiet that you heard it clear as day. Reki refuses to look at you.

"Can I kiss you?"

A/n: cliffhanger, so epic. So cash money.

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jackrrabbit · 4 years ago

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Sidekick /// Dabi x f!Reader x Shigaraki (18+)

Summary: During a rescue gone wrong, a rookie sidekick catches the attention of two villains.

A/N: Thanks for 1k followers!! This is the fic that made me create a smut blog/lowkey inspired this. imho this might be the spiciest thing I’ve ever written 😳 also wanted to call out @kazooli because this is highkey inspired by her lol thanks queen

Tags/warnings: quirk kink, reader’s quirk makes other quirks stronger, noncon, threesome, lots of foreplay, outdoor sex, mild overstimulation, degradation, mild violence, threats, chronological/temporal inaccuracies, fucking long

You can hardly be blamed for not recognizing them. It’s only been three weeks since you debuted as a pro, and you’re not even really a hero. You’re a sidekick, and apparently you’re not important enough to have been briefed on the major villains you need to look out for. You’re just…doing your duty. Rescuing civilians indiscriminately. Stupid, naive little sidekick. It’s not your fault that the lives you just saved belong to the two most notorious villains around.

Still, Shigaraki can’t wait to see the look on your face when you find out.

///

The disaster you ‘rescue’ them from—the League’s bar crashing down, the result of a small-time villain’s poisonous gas quirk—isn’t even a disaster. It’s a minor annoyance, sure, but Shigaraki and Dabi would have been fine without you…even though both of them missed Kurogiri’s warp gate and ended up trapped under a wooden beam in the wreckage of the building… Okay, it’s more than a minor annoyance. Shigaraki hacks violently as the cloud of foul-smelling steam and powdered debris enters his lungs. The poisonous quirk doesn’t seem to be having the same acid-burn effects on his body as it did on the building, but he can’t assume it’s harmless.

Father… Shigaraki took Father off his face to drink at the bar earlier before the gas hit, and now in the confusion the severed hand is either buried underneath the rubble that used to be the League’s main base or somewhere else out of view. “Father? Father!” Shigaraki calls out, attempting to shift under the crushing weight of the beam.

“Shut up,” Dabi says from somewhere to Shigaraki’s left. “Kurogiri took it in one of the portals, I saw it.” He looks worse than Shigaraki feels—something hit him in the face as the bar collapsed, and a few of the staples (piercings? stitches? whatever) on his right cheek are torn open and bleeding.

“Are you lying to me?”

Dabi sneers and rolls his eyes. “Let’s just get out of here.” His palms glow blue and Shigaraki follows suit, letting four fingers sit on the wood that’s pinning both of them to the ground. It’s too heavy to lift, so they’re going to have to get rid of it…a task that seems significantly more difficult when it becomes clear that neither of them are positioned at the right angle to touch it.

Shigaraki tries to wrest his arm out enough for his thumb to touch the wood, but it’s impossible. Beside him, Dabi’s having the same issue. “Shit, I can’t reach—“

“Is someone there?” Confident, clear, and oddly robotic, your voice cuts through the din of gurgling water from cracked pipes and police sirens like a lit flare in the darkness. Shigaraki tenses and halts his attempts to get free from the beam, and a second later Dabi mimics him.

“I heard voices.” The same unfamiliar voice rings out through the half-light, now accompanied by a body—your body, taking a series of awkward jumps down the piles of rubble to land in front of the two of them. The outfit you’re wearing is ridiculous: a pair of metal boots that clang against the cement wherever you step, matching braces on your arms, and a space-age chrome motorcycle helmet to top it all off.

A hero. Shigaraki’s lip curls in disgust as your head turns his way.

You scan the scene quickly, eyes resting on the two men trapped in front of you for a moment before you turn back to the opening in the wreckage. “Found two civilians!” you call out to the rescue workers just in case they’re within earshot, although it’s unlikely.

Dabi snickers under his breath. Civilians? Even in the chaos, you should’ve known the second you saw them who you’re looking at. Are you faking ignorance? Got something up your sleeve? It’s either that, or you genuinely don’t recognize them. Priceless.

You kneel down in front of the fallen beam and give a half-hearted attempt to pick it up. It doesn’t budge. No surprises there—if it were light enough for you to lift by yourself, the two men held down by it would have no problem getting out with their combined strength. You’re going to have to use your support gear to get it off them.

But first—you search for a memory of your rescue training. Reassure the victims. They’re probably panicking.

“It’ll be okay,” you tell them, your voice coming out mechanical and distorted from the helmet you’re wearing. “You’re going to be okay. I’m here to save you.”

This time, Dabi has to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud. Ah, yes…they’re so lucky that there’s a do-gooder little hero around to rescue them, because they’d be helpless otherwise. The laugh is still audible, though, and Shigaraki shoots him a glare.

You raise an eyebrow at their expressions. Did he just laugh? Well…you’ve heard that people sometimes have inappropriate reactions in times of crisis. The dark-haired man seems more badly hurt, so you creep toward him first, careful not to disturb any of the debris and trigger an avalanche reaction. “I’m going to check your injuries now,” you tell him, and your gloved hand brushes away a sweep of spiky hair to examine the sizable red bump growing on his forehead.

Ouch…there’s no way that doesn’t hurt, but the man’s not letting any of the pain show on his face. Instead, he looks disinterested at best, and at worst? You almost get the feeling that he’s eyeing you up under your hero costume. Not that you can blame him. Damn this skin-tight bodysuit—it leaves basically nothing to the imagination.

“Does it hurt a lot?” you ask him. “I don’t think this is too serious, but they’ll look you over for a concussion when I get you to first aid.”

Dabi shrugs and you frown. Is the non-verbal response because of the ripped stitches in his face? Is it too painful to talk? Or could there be brain damage? Or maybe he’s just a man of few words or something…?

“Can you get on with it? Pick up the fucking beam already,” Shigaraki hisses.

Startled, you pull your hand away from the other man’s forehead. That ungrateful little…nope, nope, don’t get annoyed, he’s just in shock. “O-Of course, sorry. Just gotta make sure it’s okay to move.”

Luckily, the beam doesn’t look like it’s supporting anything else that’ll fall if you pick it up. You crouch down next to one end and steady your feet against the cement, lifting up with all your strength while activating the effects of the support items you’re wearing. When you feel the metal on your arm braces grow warm, you remind yourself again to thank the developer of your costume. You may not be a fan of the way-too-tight bodysuit that clings to everything, but the strength-enhancing armor that you wear on your arms and legs more than makes up for it.

A second later, you hold back a grin. It’s moving! You try to ignore the unpleasant screech of metal against stone as the beam slowly lifts into the air. As soon as the men get out from under it, you pant and let it crash back into the ground. “You guys okay?”

“Mm…yes,” Dabi replies, running a hand over the torn piercings in his cheek. “Got any more gas masks for the poison mist?”

“Don’t worry! The Commission is familiar with the villain who created it, and the gas isn’t harmful to anything living. Only buildings. It’s a troublesome quirk, but we’ve got it under control.”

“Then what’s with the helmet?”

He can hear the hesitation in your reply, even distorted and tinny through the metal speakers. “Uh…I, well…”

Now that you’re getting a good look at them, the two scarred faces in front of you seem weirdly intense, considering you’ve just saved them from a collapsed building. The dark-haired man’s eyes are…very, very blue next to the burned-looking skin underneath, and the other man’s greyish-blue hair isn’t quite long enough to obscure a pair of red irises that are scrutinizing your face with obvious hostility.

You give a nervous shake of your head to clear it. “Um, the helmet is…it’s dangerous if I take it off. I should get you guys back to the rescue area, I need to meet up with my hero…” Without thinking, you take a step back and then one more, not knowing exactly why you’re backing away when you’re supposed to be escorting them. “I’ll just lead the way?”

With your third step back, though, you bump into something hard. What was that? Your head jerks around but before you can identify what it is that stopped your retreat, you feel the faint sensation of something tapping lightly on the back of your helmet.

And then…it just…crumbles.

What just happened?

You cough and shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of dust. A breeze whips through your hair, sending a chill through you in more ways than one. How? No one pulled the helmet off; you would’ve felt it if they had. More dust sticks to your face, and you rub your eyes so you can open them.

Behind you, Shigaraki waits with outstretched fingers an inch away from your neck. If he had to explain the decision to decay your helmet strategically, he could—you’re a hero, a potential threat, and he wants to know what you’re hiding under that outfit just in case you figure out who they are and decide to turn on them.

But really? He didn’t think about it that much. It was an impulse reaction to you walking away from them; a tantrum. Child-like.

Once your stunned face is exposed, Dabi has to wonder what you were even trying to hide. You’re…surprisingly ordinary. Young-looking—a rookie, fresh from hero school graduations a few weeks ago maybe? Large, expressive eyes, lips parted in shock, but nothing particularly interesting. Shigaraki cocks his head to the side to study your face too, and both of them are so focused on your appearance that it takes a moment for them to notice the feeling.

Well, feeling isn’t really the right word, but there isn’t a word for the way your quirk works. Dabi’s eyes widen when it reaches him and behind you, Shigaraki stiffens. You notice.

There’s an involuntary quiver in your voice as you break the silence. “Y-You guys must have strong quirks if you can feel it just from that.”

Dabi sucks in a breath. So this is your quirk? It’s different…he’s never felt anything like it, not that he’s exactly sure what it is. There’s some kind of energy in the air around you that he’s breathing in, a feeling like taking a shot of espresso after days of sleep deprivation.

No, it’s stronger than that. The head rush after doing a line of cocaine would be a better metaphor.

Either way, he’s awake—more awake than he can remember feeling in a long time. Heat rises to the surfaces of his palms unbidden, his quirk appearing without him calling it. “What is this?”

“…It’s called Boost,” you say, licking your lips as a dry wave of heat radiates out from the man in front of you. “I can strengthen other people’s quirks. That’s why it’s dangerous—if the villain finds us—“

“It must have been hard to get through hero school with a quirk like that,” says a raspy voice from behind you.

What—? Your head twists around. When did he—

Shigaraki grips your shoulder with three fingers, holding just tightly enough to keep you from stumbling forward and away from him. His pinky and ring finger hover an inch over your costume, careful not to disintegrate the fabric he’s touching—although with the power sparking through his veins at the moment, it almost feels like three fingers would be enough.

“…Doesn’t really seem like the kind of quirk a hero has.” His voice, soft and pondering (a weird contrast to the harsh architecture of his facial features you’d seen earlier), feels very close to your ear. Something soft tickles your cheek. His hair?

A voice (an instinct?) deep inside of you is telling you to run. You ignore it. This is normal, right? It’s not uncommon for civilians who’ve just suffered a traumatic villain attack to have questions, even if those questions seem irrelevant to the situation at hand. You have to answer, even if your gut is churning. “I’m not really a hero. Not yet. For now, I’m a sidekick to one of the pros—and speaking of which, I really need to find—“

“But how does it work?” Dabi doesn’t notice himself making a conscious decision to step forward, but he does anyway and being closer to you feels right. He can see the trepidation on your face as he gets close enough to reach out and touch you, but you can’t really ask him to stay back, can you? Not when your quirk feels this good?

“I—“ Is it unreasonable that you think you’re being trapped right now? They’re just a couple of civilians, right? The question itself is common enough. People often wonder how you can be a hero. It’s a concern you’ve had to address dozens of times over the years. “Well, I work with rescue operations, especially with other heroes who have healing-type quirks. I can also assist in combat in some situations.”

“In combat? If you’re with a hero and a villain, you’ll enhance both quirks. Seems counterintuitive,” Dabi says, half aware that his voice is getting lower.

“And you clearly don’t have physical abilities. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have…these.” Shigaraki taps three fingers on the metal brace on your right arm.

“The effects can be unpredictable. And I can increase the degree of the enhancement with physical contact.”

“Contact?”

“Yeah. The gloves of my costume come off. My quirk is way stronger when it’s skin-to-skin.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

You shouldn’t have said that.

Shigaraki’s ring finger and pinky, which were hovering over the arm brace, come down to rest on the cold metal. The effect is instant: no crumbling, no slow decay—it’s there, and then it’s dust. His quirk in action, boosted by yours.

“What—What are you doing? What did you just do?” You try to pull away from him, but he holds you tight by your collar. His other hand comes up to grip your chin, and in one long sloppy stroke, he licks you from your neck up to your jawline.

You shudder. So does Shigaraki.

“It’s my quirk,” he tells you slowly. His breath is steamy warm on the cold, wet trail of saliva painting your throat. “Decay. Have you heard of it?”

You flinch away from his hand and your back falls against his chest. Of course you’ve heard of the Decay quirk. You might be a rookie, but even civilians know about the young, impetuous head of the League of Villains. Jesus, how had you not recognized him earlier? White hair, red eyes…you should have known. You should have left him under that beam. “Shigaraki…Tomura.”

“So you’re not completely clueless. Do you know me, then?” Dabi asks. He would think he’s the more noticeable of the two (the burn scars usually identify him), but you just stare up at him with the same deer-in-the-headlights look as before. Smirking, he lights a blue fire in his palm and it jumps up toward your face—not just the small spark he intended, but a bright, high flame. “Maybe this will help you remember.”

“The Forest of Beasts incident. You’re the one who started that fire,” you whisper. You’ve seen the TV coverage of the attack on UA’s training camp, the abduction of that teenage student, the forest lit up blue from wildfire. No wonder his skin looks burned.

“Dabi,” he corrects you.

Breath is coming out of your mouth in shallow puffs. Are you hyperventilating? Is this what hyperventilating feels like? You’re definitely panicking. They’re so close to you, caging you in between them. The smoke from the blue fire is uncomfortably hot over the exposed skin of your face, and Shigaraki’s lethal hands are still touching you. If they want to kill you—and why wouldn’t they?—you’re fucked.

The flame goes out and Dabi’s hands come down to squeeze your wrists. His palms are hot like he was holding them in front of a lit stove. It’s not painful, but it’s a threat.

“I’ll fight,” you say.

Your voice is trembling, and Shigaraki likes it. The effects of your quirk, the way he felt when he licked your face… And you’re afraid. He can see it in your shoulders, the quivering of your torso pressed into him. It’s nice. He wants to feel it more.

You’re struggling against their hold, and Dabi feels the urge to laugh. “You’ll fight…the two of us.”

“If you try to kill me, I’ll—“

Before you can finish your sentence, Shigaraki’s hands flit down to your metal support gear and disintegrate it. Shit. He’s fast, and you’re helpless.

Dabi releases your wrists and cups your face in a mockery of intimacy. His eyelids flutter closed as his skin meets yours… Fuck, he could get used to this. You smell so good, sweet and soft and clean, like fruity shampoo. What is that, watermelon?

Life must be difficult for you, hm… Everyone around you must want to touch you constantly. It seems like Shigaraki enjoyed licking you—maybe bodily fluids are an even stronger conductor of your quirk? Pushing easily past your resistance, Dabi forces your jaw upward and kisses you.

Oh…yesyesyes, just like that. Perfect. Dabi has to bite down a groan as his tongue enters your mouth. It’s ridiculous for someone else’s spit to taste this good, but he’s right—your quirk is amplified by the contact from the kiss.

After a moment he has to break it to regain focus and make sure he’s not burning you. You cringe away from him, your cheek brushing against Shigaraki’s neck, but Dabi tangles his hand in your hair to pull you back. He runs a finger against your closed lips, letting the pad of his fingertip heat up until your mouth drops open in response to the threat.

“What the hell are you doing?” Shigaraki asks, voice laced with revulsion. Privately, you agree. What’s going on? You were sure you were about to be either burned to a crisp or decayed into the equivalent.

Dabi laughs under his breath. “Try it. It feels crazy good.”

Curious now, Shigaraki wrenches your head around and tilts your jaw up to repeat Dabi’s action. When you refuse to open your mouth, he taps your jaw warningly and a hiss of fear escapes you. Would he really kill you? He decayed your support gear so quickly—would it be the same for your body?

Well, what’s going to stop them?

You open your mouth.

Shigaraki’s lips are harsh and unsentimental against yours. His tongue sweeps over the inside of your mouth, invasive and brutal. He grips you forcefully, his face pushing you deeper into the strained hold with your head twisted toward his. You’ve never been kissed like this before. His spit—it’s in your mouth.

And Dabi’s hands are on your waist. “How do you get this thing off?” he murmurs, pinching the fabric of your bodysuit.

A surge of panicked adrenaline gives you the strength to pull back away from Shigaraki. “What? No, you can’t!”

“Are you going to stop us, little sidekick?” Dabi mocks. “I think I can burn it off without too much damage.”

“Let me.” Shigaraki takes hold of the cloth, careful so when it dissolves into dust his hand isn’t touching you, and within a second—a second—you’re left shivering in just your underwear and boots.

“Help!” The plea squeaks out and you hope blindly that there’s a hero close enough to hear you. But is there even anyone who can fight them? You certainly can’t. “Help me! Somebody!”

“Shut up.” Dabi sends up a tongue of flame from a fingertip and you shriek as the heat sears against you. “Oh, come on. You should feel lucky. Bad guys like us usually don’t hesitate to take heroes out.”

“I don’t— Please, I’m just a sidekick, I’m a rookie— What do you even want from me? Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone! Please let me go.”

“Well, I think I know what I want.” Dabi traces circles over the tender skin of your hips, playing with the elastic of your underwear. He meets Shigaraki’s eye over your shoulder. “I think he wants that too. Right?”

“Yeah, I want…I want to fuck her,” Shigaraki hums. This isn’t like him, but he can’t help himself. You’re different. Leaving you here and never feeling this stimulant again isn’t an option. He buries his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, bites down on the soft skin there, and sucks.

You whimper, half from his answer and half from the sensation of his chapped lips on your neck. “Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…you smell like something I want to eat. Especially this.” Dabi kneels down in front of you and hitches one of your legs up over his shoulder so you feel his hot breath washing over your clothed pussy.

You whine and attempt to wriggle back away from him, but Dabi’s grip on your thigh holds firm. His other hand brushes against the fabric of your panties to rub up against your slit and another surge of panic jumps up your throat. You can’t let him do this.

You kick your foot against his back, desperately attempting to make contact using the heel of the high boot that’s the only piece of outerwear still left on your body. It hits him awkwardly and he growls. “Damn it. Can’t you keep her busy?”

“Ahh…” Shigaraki ceases his oral assault on your neck and scratches a fingernail against one of the bright red marks marring your skin. He feels almost dizzy from the way your quirk is affecting him. Behind him, the broken expanse of wall digging into his back is the only thing keeping his focus. “Behave, sidekick.”

Before you can respond to the mocking title, Shigaraki’s face is against yours and his tongue is in your mouth again. Rough fingertips work up under the band of your sports bra and pushes it up over your tits. You screw your eyes shut at the sudden feeling of cold air on your nipples, and you know without looking that they’re standing up. Shigaraki gropes you thoughtlessly, keeping one finger lifted off of your skin, and you gasp on his tongue.

“That’s better.” Dabi’s mouth returns to brush against your panties. To be honest, eating you out isn’t the first thing on his mind. What he wants—what he really wants—is to shove you up against the wall and fuck into you and find out what your quirk feels like when you’re wrapped around his cock. But you’re probably not wet enough for that, and it’s not like Shigaraki is going to do anything to take care of you. Dabi would be surprised if the other man’s ever eaten pussy before in his life.

Besides…you smell good. It’s not even just the feeling of your quirk exciting him. The rich, feminine scent of your pussy is inches away from him, and Dabi is dying to make you cum in his mouth.

A moan curls up from deep in your throat as Dabi caresses the lips of your pussy through your underwear. You don’t bother protesting—at this point, it’s unlikely that any plea you could muster would stop them. Your earlier begging didn’t do much besides spur them on, but you still cry out as softly as you can when an unnaturally warm fingertip slips under the cloth of your panties to dip into your slit.

“Oh? You’re wetter than I expected. Are you enjoying this?”

Your frantic denial falls on deaf ears. Shigaraki rasps out a laugh and bites down on your neck again. He’s supposed to be keeping you still, but he can’t help enjoying the way your almost-naked body feels as you press yourself back into his chest, trying to force some space between yourself and Dabi.

Your squirming is no problem for Dabi, though—you’re so soft and vulnerable and the velvety skin of your inner thigh looks so delicious… He nuzzles against the area of bare skin and latches on to it, sucking until he’s sure you’re going to have a mark in a few minutes. The thought of leaving hickeys on you like a teenager is sickeningly nostalgic. You’re probably going to try to forget this when they’re done, aren’t you? But you won’t be able to, not when you’re covered in love bites and bruises. You’re going to be marked up for weeks.

Fuck, he’s hard.

Too impatient to bother taking off your panties, Dabi just pushes them aside to gain access to your damp cunt. His fingers feel hot—too hot, almost unbearably hot; you feel like you could melt into a puddle and your pussy is certainly slick enough as he pets your clit and slides one finger in, then two… You whimper and shake your head, silently denying what’s happening to you. The intrusion is uncomfortable, but Dabi’s fingers quickly find that rough patch inside of you that makes you want to beg like an animal. You hate it, but it feels good.

“She’s so tight,” Dabi says with something like awe in his voice. You can hear Shigaraki panting behind your back.

“Get on with it,” Shigaraki says.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

For a second you just feel Dabi’s humid breath against your dripping cunt before he closes the space between the two of you and his tongue slides onto you, laving over your cunt to come to a rest on your clit. A sound you’ve never heard yourself make before forces its way out of your mouth as Dabi eats you out in earnest, rubbing his tongue against your clit in a stuttering rhythm that gives you no time to catch your breath.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Your head rolls back onto Shigaraki’s shoulder. You feel like crying for a million reasons at once. Maybe you’re already crying—the sounds you’re making are almost like sobs. You want him to stop. You never want him to stop. Your hands twitch as you fight the impulse to fist them in the villain’s hair and pin him down between your thighs.

“Fuck, oh fuck, no stop please stop, ah…!” The stream of gibberish coming out of your mouth crescendoes into a real sob as you feel your climax coming. No—you can’t—you can’t cum here, in this broken-down bar, on the tongue of a villain, but it doesn’t matter that you can’t, because you’re going to cum anyway.

“Please don’t, please let me go—“ You writhe uncontrollably as the desire to cum sweeps over you, but Dabi just curls one arm around your thigh and pulls his face away so he can push his fingers back in, angling his palm to grind roughly over your clit. The harsh, rough texture after the warm wet softness of his tongue is enough to push you over the edge and you cry out your orgasm, your pussy clenching onto Dabi’s fingers as he works them in and out of you.

Unable to support yourself, you crumple like paper, and only the two villains you’re sandwiched between keep you upright.

“Fucking finally,” Shigaraki growls, and he pushes you down so your knees scrape painfully into the rubble. Your earlier resistance was cute, but so is your dazed compliance as he pulls your hips up to meet his.

“You’re going first?” Dabi asks incredulously. After he did all that work getting you off? No way.

“You can use her mouth,” Shigaraki tells him. His cock is straining against his pants and he groans as he releases it and rubs it over your panties. He could decay them, but…they’re cute. Pale pink, peach-pink, except for the wet spot over your cunt. Precum is already dribbling out of his cock as he pulls your panties to the side and lines it up with your pussy. Jesus-fucking-christ, you’re wet, sopping and slimy. Doesn’t that mean you’re begging to get filled up? Shigaraki hears himself sigh as he slides the head of his cock up and down your slit so it’ll be wet enough to go in.

You’re still out of it, dizzy from your orgasm and the tension of the situation, but you snap back to your senses with the feeling of something hard pushed up to your entrance. “Wait!” you yelp for what feels like the hundredth time. The gravel scattered over the wreckage where you’ve been forced onto your hands and knees digs painfully into your flesh as you pull away from Shigaraki, but he holds fast to your hips with pinkies raised.

“Uh-uh,” Dabi admonishes with a grin, as if he’s reprimanding a dog for not coming when called. He settles himself in front of your front and kneels again. Your hair is mussed but still silky soft and he takes a moment to enjoy the way the strands slip over his skin before he tangles his fingers close to your scalp and yanks your head in his direction, forcing your cheek to chafe against the crotch of his pants. It’s not difficult to tell what the the thick bulge is through the fabric, and you try to flinch away only to be caught again and immobilized.

“You’re going to take care of us,” Dabi tells you. “Like I took care of you. Okay?”

No, it’s not okay, it’s absolutely not okay, and you would say so if you didn’t see Dabi’s expression darken at your obvious denial and feel a wave of acrid heat coming from his hand in your hair. The smell is worse than the feeling, honestly—you’ve had enough run-ins with hair curlers and flat irons to recognize the smell of hair when it’s three seconds away from burning. “Okay! Okay,” you answer, panicked, voice muffled by the fabric of Dabi’s pants.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and the heat fades.

“I’m not waiting any longer,” Shigaraki says from behind you.

“Then don’t.”

You whine, too scared to try to get away again or even plead with them to let you go, but it doesn’t matter. Shigaraki’s cock presses into your pussy, and there’s nothing you can do to stop him as he slides into you, inch by inch, torturously slow. Is there anything to bite down on? You need to do something, anything to distract from the pain of Shigaraki’s cock stretching you out. He’s big, impossibly big.

Eyes squeezed shut, you bite your lip until you can taste copper and scrabble around blindly until your hand finds loose fabric to grip. It’s something of Dabi’s, probably the coat he’s wearing if you remember correctly, but your brain isn’t exactly working right at the moment—

“You were right…shit, she’s…she’s so fucking tight.” Shigaraki’s voice is low and labored with the effort of not thrusting into you all at once. “Feels like…she’s trying to push me out…”

Fuck it, he thinks. Would it really be so bad if he did push all the way into you in one stroke? It’s better to just get it over with, isn’t it? Yeah…you’d probably prefer him to do it quickly. And besides, he can’t wait another second to feel you all the way up to the base of his cock.

Your strangled whimper is drowned out by his satisfied groan as he shoves the rest of the way into you in a single sudden thrust. The pain knocks the breath out of you in a gasp, and your eyes fly open as you clutch Dabi’s coat like a lifeline.

“It hurts—!”

“Yeah…yeah, I bet it does,” Shigaraki pants, holding your hips steady as he thrusts in and out of you. The bored nonchalance of earlier is gone, replaced by a feral intensity as his cock carves its way through your pussy. If you didn’t know better, you’d think there’s something affectionate in his voice.

For Shigaraki’s part, he can hardly think of anything aside from the soft, hot, wet cunt wrapped over his dick. It’s taking every vestige of concentration he has left to make sure he’s holding a single finger on each hand away from your skin. It’s pure bliss. Your body was made to be fucked like this. He wants to live inside your pussy, he wants to do this every day, every minute. Fucking you raw is the best he’s felt in months…years. And it doesn’t hurt that your quirk is still working on him, still sending pleasurable shocks of energy that make him feel simultaneously like he could keep you pinned down for hours and like he could cum any second.

“Oh, she’s crying,” Dabi says, tilting your chin up so he can look into your eyes. You flinch and try to jerk your head away, but his hand is still holding you by your hair and he’s so much stronger than you are. They both are, even without using their quirks. “Look at me.”

You comply, more by reflex than any real desire to obey. It’s pretty striking to Dabi how cute you look as Shigaraki pounds into you so fast and deep you can hardly catch your breath. Your eyes are glittering with unshed tears, your tits bounce with every thrust, and you’re still holding onto Dabi’s coat like your life depends on it. It’s almost like you’re pulling him closer. Adorable.

“She can…take it,” Shigaraki responds breathily between thrusts. “Such a good whore, taking my big cock in her tight little pussy…”

The backhanded compliment jars you and you feel hot tears spill over your cheeks. “I’m—not—a—whore,” you manage to say, each word punctuated with Shigaraki’s skin slapping against yours.

“Really?” Shigaraki’s pace slows and he leans closer to you so he can reach an arm around and swirl two fingers against your clit. You mewl like a kitten at the unexpected stimulation and he laughs rudely. “Feels so good…can’t believe the heroes don’t want to fuck you like this all the time…”

You shake your head desperately and bury your face in Dabi’s chest, barely noticing him stroking your hair and then reaching down to unzip his pants.

“No, no, I bet that’s what you do as a sidekick, right?” Shigaraki’s thrusts are back to frenzied jerks, and he rubs over your clit just as roughly. “Spread your legs for your hero…you’d make a great personal cocksleeve. Or maybe they rotate you around so every pro hero gets a turn…?”

“No, I don’t! No! Ah— ahnnn…” The denials pierce the air uselessly as the villain’s cock fills you up again and again. You’re not a whore, you’re not…even if it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the growing pressure of Shigaraki teasing your clit in time with his cock rubbing against your sweet spot. It still hurts—he’s so big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever had sex with before, but there’s no way you’re going to admit to yourself that it’s starting to feel good.

“…Is my cock better than All Might’s?” Shigaraki’s words are cut off by his own grunt of pleasure as your cunt twitches around him.

“Shut the fuck up,” Dabi cuts in. “I’m sick of hearing a guy’s voice moaning. I’m going to get soft.”

Past the point of comprehending the situation, you look up at him gratefully, only to reel back in shock as Dabi frees his own cock from his pants and it brushes against your cheek. Trying to pull away from him is more instinct than rational thought, but he holds you just as easily as before and forces two fingers into your mouth. You tense, ready to bite down, (and hopefully take a few knuckles off) but he sees it coming and suddenly your mouth is horribly burning hot.

“You’re going to suck my cock now,” says Dabi conversationally, extinguishing the flame almost as soon as he started it. It’s not so bad—probably more like a coffee burn than anything else—but you’re coughing and spitting anyway. “Say yes.”

“…Yes,” you whisper, voice barely intelligible.

“Good little sidekick. And you’re going to be very careful. You’re not going to use teeth.”

You nod, unable to mount a defense with Shigaraki mercilessly fucking you from behind.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Y-Yes!” you squeal as Shigaraki finds a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

“Good.” Dabi drags your head down to hover over his cock and massages your jaw until it falls open. “Suck.”

One of his hands falls to your shoulder to try to stabilize you, but you can’t help feeling the threat in the motion. You quickly duck down and attempt to ignore the heady smell of sweat and precum as you trace your tongue up the underside of his dick. He’s big too, maybe thicker than Shigaraki, and you hate yourself for feeling lucky that it’s not this cock inside your pussy right now.

The stunt Dabi pulled burning your mouth made you salivate, and you let drool coat your tongue as you lick around the head. But it’s not working—you rock forward every time Shigaraki stuffs his dick back in your aching pussy, and Dabi’s cock smears over your mouth haphazardly.

“I said suck. Not lick.” Suddenly (although you don’t know why you keep expecting some kind of warning before these villains find a new way to violate you), Dabi grabs the back of your head and shoves his cock into your mouth. Your throat constricts involuntarily as the thick head triggers your gag reflex, and all three of you shiver in unison.

“Do…do that again,” Shigaraki says, voice strained. “She tightens up…when you do that.”

Dabi smirks and thrusts into you again, relishing the warm, humid cavern of your throat around his cock along with the pure swell of energy from your quirk enhancing his. His rhythm matches Shigaraki’s and his cock hits the back of your throat with every rapid pump, making you gag and clench like you’re trying to milk the cum out of him. What a perfect little slut… He can see from Shigaraki’s sloppy movements that you’re squeezing around his cock every time too.

The feeling of having one villain cock buried in your pussy while another ravages your throat is unthinkable, even more so with Shigaraki’s fingers on your clit coaxing out an earth-shaking orgasm. But you’d almost be able to forget what’s happening—god knows you’re delirious with sensation, barely able to keep track of who’s doing what to you—if not for the sound. The wet slap of Shigaraki’s hips against your ass, the horrible squelching from your (dripping wet, even if you don’t want to admit it) pussy as his cock pistons in and out of you, your choked moans and gagging noises, and above it all, the unrestrained voices of the villains fucking into you.

You feel like a fuck toy, a sex doll, used without mercy by the two most evil people you can think of…and you’re about to cum.

Your voice is getting louder by the second, and the pulsing of your cunt around Shigaraki’s cock is telling him exactly how close you are. He curls his body over yours to get a better angle to rub your clit, enjoying your high-pitched whine in response. “Yeah…that’s right…good girl. Cum on my cock…like a good little sidekick.”

You keen and goosebumps rise on your skin as Shigaraki licks at the sheen of sweat on your back. He feels your climax almost as soon as you do… If your scream wasn’t stifled by Dabi’s dick in your mouth, everyone within a one-mile radius would know you were getting fucked silly, yeah? The walls of your pussy clamp down on Shigaraki’s cock, your body begging for his cum, and he grips your ass to make sure you can’t get away as he comes to his own orgasm inside of you.

Fuck… Shigaraki could die right now and be happy. He keeps stroking your clit, knowing it’s cruel, knowing you’ll be overstimulated and sensitive and that it’ll hurt to keep touching you like this after you already came, and not caring because every time the tips of his fingers push that little magic button, you shiver and squeeze him like you’re trying to milk him dry.

Shigaraki gives a few last thrusts, pushing his cum deeper into your body, fucking it into you so you’ll be dripping white for hours, and then finally pulls out. The slurping sound your cunt makes as his cock leaves your pussy is obscene. So is the cloudy trail of mixed white and clear fluid that connects your pussy and the head of his cock until he pulls it away. He loves it.

Knowing that Shigaraki came—inside you, no less, the inconsiderate bastard—Dabi grips the back of your head and tugs you down to deepthroat him. Your walls twitch involuntarily and Dabi groans, letting himself shoot his load down your throat. “Yes…yeah…yeah…just like that. Swallow.”

You don’t swallow. You don’t do anything but gag on his cum and gasp as he thrusts into you. Dabi pulls you off of him, annoyed and ready to threaten you into submission again…until your head lolls to the side and he can see that your eyes are closed.

“Shit, she passed out.”

“…What? Are you kidding?”

Dabi slaps your face lightly. You wince in your sleep but don’t wake up. “Nope. Must’ve been when she came the second time.”

“Is she…” Shigaraki trails off, not sure how to end the question. ‘Okay’ isn’t exactly right.

“She’s breathing, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The two of them wait for a moment, but you don’t move. When he catches his breath, Shigaraki wipes off his dick and pulls up his pants. Dabi does the same. Without them holding you, you flop down into the fetal position on the broken concrete. “What now?” Shigaraki asks.

Dabi wipes the sweat from his forehead. “You tell me, leader. I’m surprised Kurogiri hasn’t opened another warp gate to get you back. Guessing you don’t have your phone either?”

“…We can go to Giran’s place to meet up. They’re probably waiting for us there,” Shigaraki says, scratching at his neck.

“Do you have cab fare?”

“I don’t have my wallet on me. You?”

“Not enough for a cab. We’ll have to take the train. You can owe me.”

Shigaraki looks down at you. You make a pitiful scene, naked except for your boots, sports bra, and cum-soaked panties. Your neck is bruised red and purple, and you’re shaking, shivering in the cool air now that the sun has sunk further toward the horizon and you’re not being touched. “Are we going to leave her here?”

“What, you want to bring her on the train with us? You don’t think that’s gonna look suspicious?”

“Well…” Their eyes meet and Shigaraki knows Dabi’s thinking the same thing he is. You have a lot of potential as an asset. They haven’t even had the chance to see how your quirk boosting works in combat, but Shigaraki almost wants to pick a fight just to give it a try.

And fighting power aside, Shigaraki isn’t a fan of the possibility that he’ll never get to fuck you again.

“Yeah, I know. But she’s a pro hero’s sidekick. She can’t be too hard to find.” Dabi shrugs off his coat and crouches next to you. You’re limp enough that he has no trouble lifting you into his lap and guiding your arms through the sleeves of his coat. Once you’re wrapped in the black fabric, he does up the buttons, combs through your hair with his fingers, wipes the mixed cum and spittle off your chin, and admires his handiwork. Sure, anyone looking closely at you will know at least a little about what happened—you’re still sweating in the cold, you have that undeniable ‘just got fucked’ look all over you, and the smell of sex is overpowering. But at least you won’t have to walk back to the rescue tent in your filthy underwear.

In your sleep, you nuzzle into Dabi’s chest, reaching blindly toward the source of warmth. He grins and strokes the back of your neck, soothing warm fingers over the bruised skin there and enjoying his last opportunity to touch you and feel your quirk working…for now, at least. “You know, I wonder why villains don’t get sidekicks. Seems a little unfair, right?”

Shigaraki’s sneer matches Dabi’s as he bends down to run his fingernails over your cheek, almost hard enough to hurt. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

#Dabi x reader #Shigaraki Tomura x reader #Shigaraki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines #Shigaraki #Dabi #bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagines #mha #my hero academia #mha imagines #my hero academia imagines #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #smut #tw noncon

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Burn The Witch 8 - Rookie Mistake [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Every agent makes mistakes.

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You had no idea what you’d done for karma to hunt you down like this, but it was very clear that at some part in your life, you had messed up.

Maybe it was because you never bought recyclable giftwraps for Christmas even if everyone told you to.

Maybe it was because you still used too much sugar in your coffee.

Maybe it was because of all the targets you had killed.

A mystery, that one.

You groaned, pressing your forehead on the window of the car as you massaged your temples.

“Do I have a tracker on me or something?” you whined, “Is that it? What are the chances I run into my fake boyfriend twice while on a mission? It’s a huge city, it’s not supposed to be possible!”

“I don’t know about you but I’m shaking,” Keith reached out to wave his hand in front of your eyes while Chloe checked you both in the rear mirror, “I’m— my hands are all sweaty look—“

“Don’t touch me with your sweaty hands!” you batted his hands away when he tried to touch your face, “How did this happen? How is this possible? Chloe? Chloe answer me, how is this fucking possible?”

“Okay, let’s all take a breath and focus on the bright side of the situation,” she managed to say, keeping her eyes on the road, “Your cover wasn’t blown, he still has no idea you’re…well, you. And everyone is alive, yay!”

“I was on the same rooftop as the world’s most dangerous assassin,” Keith let out a breath, “He was right there when I got there, he was just…. That guy could kill us all!”

“Shrike, just give the order and we will—“

“Everyone stay where you are,” you touched your earpiece, “It’s under control.”

“Let me guess,” Bucky said as he took a step towards you, “Another member of HYDRA and you got here before me.”

“Are you following me or something?” you asked and he scoffed.

“Maybe you’re not the only person going after HYDRA.”

“Maybe I should be,” you said, “Don’t get me wrong, I kind of dig the whole vigilante vibe but my superiors have more…planned strategies for things like these.”

“And who do you work for, exactly?”

You let out a small laugh, “Every girl has her secrets,” you stated, “Why are you here?”

“Why are you?”

“Because I’m getting paid for it,” you said, “You’re not. Surely a handsome guy like you could fill his nighttime with different activities rather than doing….this.”

Even in the dark, you could tell that he shifted his weight uncomfortably.

“Aw, not a huge fan of flirting?”

“Not with you.”

You couldn’t help but scoff a laugh at the irony, “Why, you got a girl at home?”

The door slammed open and one of the agents –Keith, you assumed— stepped out, his rifle pointed at Bucky while he heaved a sigh, shaking his head slightly.

“Your friend has a scarf wrapped over his face to keep his identity hidden and you call me a vigilante?”

Keith almost looked like Daredevil with Chloe’s red scarf covering half of his face.

“Mystery is kind of our deal.” you said and motioned at Keith, “Put the gun down, he’s not going to hurt me. In fact, he’s going to let me walk away.”

Bucky tilted his head, “You think so?”

“I know so. I’d hate to mess up that beautiful face during combat.”

“You sound very sure of yourself.”

“I am.” you shrugged your shoulders and walked past him.

“Who are you?” he asked and you turned around to look at him.

“Come on, you know better than that.” You said and saluted him in a mocking manner before walking to the door, “Until next time, soldier.”

“I’m serious, feel my hands—“ you were pulled out of your thoughts when Keith reached out for you and you made a face, slapping his hand away once again.

“He told me he would stay at home tonight!” you exclaimed. “I can’t believe this, how dare—“

“It’s not like he said he was going to bed and ended up going to a club behind your back,” Chloe said, “Just saying, that happens a lot in some relationships.”

“Chloe, it’s not a real relationship!” you reminded her “What, my options were him having a one night stand and him going after the same target I was going to kill? By all means, he can go and get laid then!”

“But that would count as cheating!” Chloe said, “Besides, you know what they say. Targets over...ladies.”

“No one in the whole human history has ever said that honey.” Keith said helpfully and you looked out the window.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“The base.” Chloe said as if she was apologizing, “Dad wants to see you.”

You threw your head back and slipped a little on the leather seat.

“Great,” you muttered, “Tonight is getting better and better.”

***

Thankfully, General decided to let you go home after an hour of briefing. He had asked you whether you would like to be pulled out of other missions and instead just focus on Bucky but ignoring Keith’s glances, you had said no.

You had to prove yourself if you wanted to be a handler.

Thankfully it was Saturday so you could sleep until late and when you woke up, instead of going over the plans and rushing to the milkshake shop and coming up with strategy after strategy.

For some reason, you felt almost excited for your second date with Bucky. Maybe Chloe had a point, maybe you had to be extra careful not to lose yourself in your own cover. Just because you hadn’t had that problem before didn’t mean you could take it for granted.

You weren’t used to this kind of a mission. Not this long anyway, tricking a target was fine, it was expected but actually forming a relationship with them was much more complicated than a couple of lies here and there.

You clicked your tongue and tilted your head, looking in the mirror. You already knew Bucky would show up on his motorcycle, so you ditched the dresses and instead picked jeans and a nice blouse. When Chloe had first recreated your whole wardrobe for this mission, you whined for days but now you were slowly getting used to it.

Even though you were pretty sure you would never get used to the uniform.

Your phone started vibrating on the nightstand and you checked the caller I.D. before answering it.

“Hi!” you said, “Are you here?”

“Yes ma’am,” You could almost hear Bucky’s grin, “You ready?”

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right there,” you said and hung up, then took a last look at your gun and put it beneath your pillow. Pushing your hair behind your ear, you locked the door behind you and made your way downstairs.

“Oh my goodness you were serious!” you said when you saw him leaning against a motorcycle and he looked you up and down, his face lighting up with a smile.

“Hi beautiful.”

Your stomach did a pleasant flip and you didn’t even have to fake mirroring his smile, “Hi,” you murmured and pointed at the motorcycle, “You were serious about that.”

“I was, but—“ he turned around to grab something from the top case on the motorcycle, then turned to you, holding a bouquet of flowers. You gasped and reached out to take them from him.

“As promised,” he joked as you buried your nose into the bouquet.

“Thank you,” you said, looking up at him before heaving a dramatic sigh. “Well, we had a deal. I’ll have to get on this deathtrap huh?”

“Oh if you’re the type to break deals, you don’t have to,” he taunted and you scrunched up your nose. “But where we’re going is a little away from here, just so you know.”

“Where are we going?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to explore the city?”

You nodded and stole a look at the motorcycle standing behind him, making him chuckle.

“You laugh now but if you drop me on the way—“

“I’m not going to drop you on the way.”

“Or if I die, I’m haunting you.” You pointed at him, “For the rest of your life.”

He nodded in a very solemn manner, “Deal.”

You placed the bouquet into the top case carefully and turned to him so that he could put the helmet over your head. The fond light in his eyes was impossible to miss as he fixed it and lifted the shield.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his hands still cradling the helmet and you grinned.

“Mm hm.” You said and got on the motorcycle after him, then wrapped your arms around his torso. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aftershave filled your nostrils, making you inhale and you adjusted your grip.

“Ready to do this?”

“Nope,” you said, making him laugh, “Let’s do it anyways.”

***

You had never been so good at dates. You always thought it was awkward and to be frank most of the time you felt like it was an unnecessary step to getting to know this person when you could just look them up or ask Chloe to do it for you.

Besides, the last time you had gone on a date it had ended up in what spies could get as close to a relationship as possible.

But now, much to your surprise you were actually enjoying yourself.

“Brooklyn!” you said, looking around, “Oh my God, I’ve wanted to come here for a while!”

“Have you?”

“Yeah!” you said, “Since I moved to New York. I saw it on um— I saw it on Gossip Girl.”

“Is that a magazine?”

“TV show.”

“Ah.”

“You grew up here right?” you asked and he nodded.

“Yeah! Yeah I grew up very close to this neighborhood actually.”

“Do I get to see it?”

He tilted his head, “Do you want to?”

“Yes!” you said, “It’d be fun, don’t you think?”

He hesitated only for a moment, “Right this way then,” he said and held out his hand. You bit down and smile and took it, then started walking beside him.

“There used to be a movie theatre there,” he motioned at one of the shops, “I was actually— I came around here right before I was shipped off.”

“Really?”

“Mm hm. We went to this Stark Exhibition, me and—“ he stopped talking and you looked up at him before it dawned on you.

Steve Rogers.

Of course. Figures.

You cleared your throat, desperate to pull him out of his own mind.

“I can actually see you growing up here,” you said, “And for some reason you’re wearing short pants and you have a cap? And you’re like running around with a newspaper under your— am I describing a movie? I think I’m describing a movie.”

“Weirdly enough, you’re actually right.”

Your jaw dropped, “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah I had short pants and a couple of caps while I was growing up,” he said, making you gasp.

“Aww!”

“No, don’t.”

“That’s such a cute mental image!”

“Stop imagining it.”

“Tiny baby Bucky Barnes with his tiny little hat—“ you started but he pulled you closer to cover your mouth while still walking, making you let out a muffled laugh.

“Hey you should see my baby pictures, they’re a mess,” you said, “I have this picture with strawberry jam covering my face and my hair— oh, I’ve heard about this shop before! They make these famous bagels, do you want to take a look?”

“Sure, why not?” he said and followed you into the shop.

“Oh come on…” he muttered as he took a look at the menu board “Why does everyone put everything in food nowadays?”

You stifled a laugh and turned to the woman behind the counter, “I’ll get a cereal rainbow bagel and he will get something….classic.”

“We have plain bagel with cheese?”

“That sounds good. When exactly did people start eating lavender?” he asked you and you shrugged,

“Pretty recently I think,” you said and reached for your wallet but Bucky shot you a look.

“Don’t even think about it,” he quoted you and paid for the food, then you both grabbed the small paper plates and sat down on the small bar stools. You crossed your legs, turning to look at him better.

“I could let you try mine?” you taunted him and he chuckled.

“No thank you.” He eyed your bagel as if it was going to come alive any time. “I like the smell but…”

You tore a part of your bagel and put it on his plate. “Live a little Bucky Barnes.”

He held up the piece as if toasting you and you held up your bagel to touch his, giggling.

“So,” you said, “Could you rest last night? At least a little?”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment, as if trying to decide what to say.

“Yeah,” he said eventually, “I did.”

Right.

Of course he would lie, it wasn’t as if he could tell you—

“I just had to go outside for an hour but it was fine.”

Your eyes snapped up to his and you blinked a couple of times, taken by surprise at his honesty. It would’ve been so easy for him to flat out tell you a lie, but for some reason he chose against it. You knew he wouldn’t tell you the whole thing but the fact that he hadn’t brushed you off somehow made you feel all warm.

“Oh?” you asked, “Is—is everything okay? You were safe right?”

“Of course.”

You raised your brows, “Bucky.”

“There’s just this…crazy person I keep running into but it’s fine, no worries.”

Crazy person?!

You stared at him but you managed to pull yourself together and sat up straighter, picking at the cereal on top of the bagel.

“As long as you rested just a little, I still take that as a win,” you pointed out, making him smile.

“How about you?” he asked, “How was your night?”

I ran into you right after assassinating another member of HYDRA.

“It wasn’t as exciting as yours,” you took a bite of your bagel, “Surprising isn’t it? Here I thought I was the dangerously adventurous one.”

***

You were one hundred percent sure you were somehow doing this whole mission wrong. In fact scratch the mission, you were doing this date thing wrong.

You weren’t supposed to like it this much.

You had never enjoyed any of your earlier dates with other people this much. By the time you decided to go back, it was the middle of the night and you had spent the whole day together without even realizing it. It didn’t feel like it was a mission you had been put on, it almost—

It almost felt real.

You frowned at yourself, reminding yourself to keep your head in the game and got off the motorcycle when it stopped in front of the building your apartment was in. As soon as you took off your helmet, you started fixing your hair while he watched you with a smile on his face.

“I have a confession to make,” you said as you handed him the helmet for him to put it on the motorcycle.

“What is it?”

“There’s a slight possibility,” you said, bringing your thumb and pointer together close, “Very slight possibility that you may have been right about the motorcycle.”

“Oh was I now?” he asked, feigning surprise and you let out a giggle.

“Maybe,” you said, “I mean I didn’t die, that’s something.”

“That was an expectation?”

“That was a possibility,” you corrected him, “But I got on a motorcycle and you tried a weird bagel. As far as putting ourselves in dangerous situations on a second date, I’d say we’re even.”

“You know, thank you for acknowledging it,” he played along, “It was really intimidating at first, but I’d like to believe I pulled through in the end.”

“You did,” you said, “So proud of you. Maybe the next time you visit me at the shop, you can finally try Unicorn Cotton Candy.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said and shifted your weight, taking a deep breath.

“Thank you for today. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”

“I’m glad,” he said with a smile, “Same here, aside from your quite disgusting taste in bagels, it was—”

“You didn’t like it?” you exclaimed and waved your hands in the air, “You know what, it’s fine. I have this strategy and you’ll—you’ll get there. We’re going to find something that is both completely modern and you like very much.”

“I think we already have,” he stated, his gaze locked in yours and you couldn’t help but smile at that.

“I’d hope so,” you replied, “Really.”

A silence fell upon you and you pushed your hair behind your ear.

“I should probably get going,” you pointed at the building with your thumb, “I have this very curious elderly neighbor, and trust me, she wouldn’t even wait for the morning to ask me about you if she saw us.”

“Oh we can’t have that, can we?” he said and you nodded your head, then gasped.

“Wait—Bucky, my flowers!” you said, “Give me my flowers.”

“Right,” he snapped his fingers and turned around to grab the bouquet from the top case, then paused.

“What?” you asked and he looked at you over his shoulder.

“Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to keep them in a very hot box whole day?” he asked and pulled out the bouquet, making you let out a whine at the sight. The flowers looked nearly withered and you took them from him, pressing your lips together.

“Okay, it’s not so bad,” you said as if trying to convince yourself, “It’s alright, I can fix this.”

“Darling I don’t think—“

“I can!” you insisted, “I’m gonna put them in water tonight or—or find some solution. I’m gonna google something, I’m pretty sure there are ways to save them.”

“Or I can just get you new ones.”

“That’s not how it works,” you pointed out, still holding the bouquet carefully over your chest as you assessed the damage, then looked up to find his eyes fixed on you.

“I’m—I should go now.”

“Okay.”

Neither of you moved for a moment before you took a deep breath, your heart slamming against your chest. You knew what your cover would or wouldn’t do, but somehow you had this urge that told you the situation probably called for your decisions, not your cover’s.

“Oh screw this,” you muttered as you stepped closer to him to stand on your tiptoes and pull him into a kiss.

Well, for you or your cover that felt like the best decision you had ever made on this mission.

He pressed you closer to his body, his hand cradling the back of your head and as if on cue, your stomach did a pleasant flip, giddiness filling your whole system. You rested a hand over his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat under your palm and let yourself get lost in the kiss until he pulled back slowly. A small giggle escaped from you as his arm around you got tighter, a smile lighting up his face.

“Well, you weren’t going to do it,” you commented, making him chuckle.

“I was waiting for the third date actually.”

“Oh how I’m glad the times have changed,” you said and caught the sight of the bouquet currently crushed between you two. You took a step back, tilting your head.

“Gosh, I don’t think I can fix this.”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure we just murdered them,” Bucky stated and you heaved a dramatic sigh.

“Worth it,” you grinned, “You win some you lose some.”

“New flowers next date, got it.”

A look of mischief crossed your face, “Deal. Good night Bucky.”

“Good night darling.”

You bit down a smile and made your way to the building, then hopped on the steps to get to your floor, somehow way too excited to get in the elevator and wait. As soon as you got into your apartment you leaned back to the door, closing your eyes.

Just your cover. You knew you had to act like your cover and that was why your heart was beating this fast, no other reason.

You pushed yourself off the door and stepped into the living room, still holding the flowers tight in your arms. You knew what you were supposed to do, back at the academy when you were being educated on seduction of the enemy, they always told you to draw the line between yourself and your cover. One of the easiest ways to do it was getting rid of every single thing your target would give you as a gift, keeping these gifts posed the danger of making you hesitant when it was time to bring the target in.

You couldn’t keep anything. You knew that.

It would be a rookie mistake.

You lingered on your steps, then approached the dinner table to touch the vase Chloe had put fake flowers in. You grabbed the fake flowers and pulled them out of the vase to throw them into the trashcan, then filled the vase to the brim with water and carefully placed the bouquet into it before putting it on the table again.

You were a professional spy. Keeping something as simple as flowers only for this one instance wouldn’t hurt anyone after all.

You were sure it would be fine.

You stepped back to take a look at the vase and shrugged your shoulders.

“My cover likes flowers,” you muttered to yourself and made your way to your bedroom.

Chapter 9

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #fatws #bucky barnes x you #marvel #burn the witch

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hornime · 4 years ago

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twinkle tits | tanaka saeko x gn!reader

she laughed again, causing a strangely warm feeling to bubble in your stomach. “i like you, you don’t take anyone’s shit.” her expression turned darker. “i’d love to break you.”

warnings: 18+, timeskip!saeko, kinda dom!saeko, titty sucking, mentions of unsafe driving

w/c: 1.8k

a/n: furudate told me that it’s canon that saeko has tit piercings in the timeskip.

you grumbled in annoyance as a red chrome motorcycle cut in front of you on the highway, forcing you to slam on the brakes and hold down your horn, probably for a bit longer than was necessary. as you both decelerated to stop at a red light, the rider, visage hidden by a mysterious black helmet with a tinted shield, turned back to look at you, making you seize up behind the steering wheel.

they seemed to think something over and rotated back to face forward on the seat, before raising their right hand and flipping you off.

are you serious? you thought. you’re the one who cut in front of me.

all you wanted was to give this person a piece of your mind, but you knew that 1) road rage just wasn’t worth it and 2) doing so would do nothing but make your commute unnecessarily complicated. it was one of those mondays, and the last thing you needed was to get pissed off before getting morning coffee in your system. all you wanted to do was forget about the incident and move on with your day.

unfortunately, the fates weren’t keen on making that happen.

to your frustration, the annoying bike, with, to your newfound knowledge, the even more annoying rider, turned into the lot of your office building, parking in front of a recently sold lot, which was conveniently located right next to your workplace. you debated for a second over where to park, for all you knew, this biker could be crazy or something, but you decided that, at this point, you really didn’t care.

you turned off your engine, gathered what you needed for the day, and stepped out of your car, intending to look straight ahead and get through the doors of your building with as little conflict as possible. thoughts bounced around in your head as the revving of the motorcycle a few spots away quieted: don’t engage, don’t engage, don’t enga—

“hey! you!” a voice called out. you cursed internally, before spinning your head towards the yell.

a woman with brown eyes that glinted dangerously and blonde hair that shone in the early sun was tapping her foot, the incessant click of her black stiletto on the concrete becoming more and more irritating. stiletto? you thought. how the hell was she wearing stilettos on a motorcycle?

your eyes couldn’t help but trail downwards towards her chest, her crossed arms accentuating her soft, leather-clad curves. as you were distracted by her body, she walked up to you, snapping a pair of red nails in your face and bringing back to reality.

“hey,” she insisted, a hint of amusement evident in her voice. “my eyes are up here.”

you looked up, embarrassed at being caught ogling her, and made eye contact. shit, you thought, losing yourself in her sharp features. she’s really hot. suddenly, you remembered what this crazy lady had put you through: and she almost made me crash. “hey,” you responded tersely. “who the hell taught you how to drive?”

you cringed at your bluntness, so much for avoiding conflict, while she raised an eyebrow in challenge, a spunky smile turning her lips up. “who taught me how to drive? what about you? you barely checked if anyone was gonna turn in.”

you chuckled in astonishment. there was no way this bitch was trying to flip this on you. “you’re kidding right? you drive like a literal madwoman.” you thought back, in hindsight, maybe you hadn’t looked to see if anyone was coming, but that wasn’t the point! isn’t it her job to be a defensive driver?

she threw her head back and laughed, a strangely charming sound for how loud and taunting it was. “yeah, i get that a lot. too fast, too reckless, and too cocky. i think it makes life more interesting.”

“well, i think it almost killed me.”

“lighten up,” she snarked, digging the tip of her pointer finger into your chest. “you look like someone that takes life too seriously. you gotta take a risk sometime!”

“a risk that might send me into my grave,” you deadpanned, “no thanks.”

she laughed again, causing a strangely warm feeling to bubble in your stomach. “i like you, you don’t take anyone’s shit.” her expression turned darker. “i’d love to break you.”

you flinched at her change in tone. what?

“well,” she continued. “i gots’ta go. lots of lives to ruin! yours is just one of many.”

you called out as she swiveled to walk away. “wait!” she cocked her head towards you. “where d’you work?”

she gestured to the lot she’d parked in front of. “saeko’s cycles. i’m saeko and i sell cycles. motorcycles. ‘s a work in progress. you?”

you nodded at the building next to hers. “there.”

she approached you again, extending her fingers to dance on your shoulder, sending hot chills down your spine. “we’re work neighbors then.” she grinned devilishly. “guess i’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”

you gulped. she really was hot.

“guess you will.”

you both went your separate ways.

for the next few days, the pattern repeated: saeko would cut you off, you’d honk, she’d flip you off, and you’d engage in some banter before heading off to work. you looked forward to interacting with the driving demon everyday; you thought about her throughout the day, on the way home, at night in your bed with nothing more than your imagination, your hand, and an incessant ache for sex... she was driving you crazy.

on saturday morning, you grumbled at the sound of your alarm: you had to drop off some paperwork at the office. reluctantly leaving your bed, you drove your way to the building. a scarlet flash caught your eye, and you were surprised to see saeko’s motorcycle parked in its usual spot. why’s she here? it’s saturday. after completing your task, you reached for the handle of your car door, then stopped. saeko’s probably working in her shop, you thought. it’d be nice to stop by.

you peered in the doorway, hearing the clattering of what you presumed to be tools coming from the back. “saeko?” you called, making your way through shelves of biking equipment and gear. “it’s me.”

the blonde poked her head out from the other side of a muddied motorcycle, hair pushed back with a headband. “hey!” she stood up, wiping her hands on a damp cloth, approaching you in a red-lined vest and a black headband. she looked dressed up, almost for a performance.

“what’s with the getup?”

“oh,” she said, looking down as if she’d just noticed what she was wearing. “taiko clothes.” at your confused expression, she clarified: “taiko’s a kind of japanese drumming. i’m captain of a local team. this,” she pointed at her vest, “is a happi. and this,” she tugged at the headband, “is a hachimaki. i just came back from rehearsal.”

you stood, speechless. she looked really good in those clothes, but you were sure that she’d look even better with them off.

she cleared her throat. “you have a nasty habit of zoning out on my tits. like what you see that much?”

your eyes shot back up to her, the heat of humiliation creeping up your neck. “um, uh. i-i...”

she chuckled at your shame. “no it’s okay, i like the attention.” her gaze turned predatory. “and i like you, too.”

within an instant, saeko was on you, your mouths melding together in a raunchy and needy kiss, tongues clashing passionately. lips locked within each other, she guided your movements, leading you to a small room at the back of the shop.

suddenly, she shoved you off of her, raising her leg so that the toe of her black stiletto teased lightly at your crotch. she gently increased the pressure, causing you to yelp in surprise—and an odd form of pleasure.

“why don’t you take a seat, babe?” the pet name made you shiver. saeko continued pushing you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the leather of a swivel chair, and you fell onto it.

eyes wide with lust and lips bruised with her animalistic desire, she thought you looked absolutely perfect, gazing up at her with a look of pure want. her eyes narrowed as she approached, towering over you. her hand grazed your throat before grabbing it. her hachimaki was hanging off the top of her head haphazardly, and she reached up and took it off, placing it on a neighboring table. she did the same with her happi, leaving you with an enticing view of her top half, clad in nothing but a lacy black bralette.

you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, fervently tracing her delicious breasts. the area over her nipple was covered in a mesh fabric, and you could see—was that silver?

your head jerked up in shock. “you have tit piercings?”

“hell yeah i do,” she teased, climbing onto your lap and spreading her lags on either side of your knees. in this position, her bust was at your face-level, the barbells sparkling hypnotically. “you like?”

you swallowed dryly, convinced that she knew exactly what she was doing: spurring on your already overwhelming desperation for her body. “...yeah,” you whispered breathlessly. “i like ‘em a lot.”

she crossed her arms and lifted the erotic undergarment over her head, bare flesh now tantalizingly close to your mouth. “give ‘em a taste then.”

she didn’t have to tell you twice. your lips swiftly latched onto her right nipple, tongue swirling around the bud, and you moaned at the metallic taste of the piercing. you raised your thumb to play with the other one, and she gasped at the contact.

“you—you’re really good at this,” she panted. “you look cute like this. all needy for my tits.”

you mewled at her praise, releasing her nipple with a pop! and moving your mouth to work the other one. “i like you, saeko,” you mumbled into her skin. “i don’t even mind that you’re a shitty driver.” you looked up at her, eyes blown wide with arousal. “you’re really cool.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” she giggled. unexpectedly, she pushed her body off of you and landed on her feet.

“why?” you pouted, trying, and failing, to conceal your disappointment, mouth feeling empty.

“oh, stop whining,” she chided, pulling her clothes back on. she motioned to a nearby motorcycle helmet on the corner of her desk. “put that on.”

“wha-where are we going?”

she sighed, kneeling to scrub some dirt off her shoe. “i know i said i’d break you, but i didn’t realize you’d get this dumb just from some sucking. we’re going to my place.”

she turned to glance at you, ravenous gaze reflecting her intense desire. “and once we get there, we’re gonna have a lot more fun. if we survive the drive, of course.”

you let out a sigh of amused exasperation. she’s gonna kill me.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Little Bones 6

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape, anger, humiliation, control.

This is dark! (biker) Thor x chubby!reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: You’re a city girl stuck in a small town, but Birch isn’t as sleepy as it seems.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown and When the Weight Comes Down

Note: This is likely the second to last chapter in this series! I’m excited to have another Birch series finished in the near future! And then I can work on Loki’s installment because you all are so dang convincing.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

MASTERLIST

Chapter 6: I can cry, beg and whine

Thor was insatiable. That was the only word you could think to describe him but it didn’t feel strong enough. His hunger, his persistence, his complete control over you was indescribable. He held your apartment, your job, your very existence in his grip.

You woke up to him beside you in your double bed, too small for both of you but it only gave him a reason to be on top of you. You went to work late more days than not that week. And even when you didn’t go home to find him on your couch, he wasn’t long behind.

There was no hiding from him in Birch and there was no way out. It was a truth you denied for too long because you weren’t from there. But it wasn’t about the town, it wasn’t the town that trapped you. It was the people, it was the attitude. It was those bikers.

Friday came and he was there waiting but he wasn’t sprawled out on your sofa as usual. He wore his colours, ready to go somewhere.

He combed his fingers through the tails of his blond hair as you unzipped your jacket and set your bag on the shoe rack. He checked himself in the mirror that hung along the entryway and planted his hand on the wall as he leaned over you.

“Put on something nice,” he purred as he grabbed your chin and tilted your face towards him, “if it wasn’t so cold, I’d say something slutty.”

You didn’t have a chance to grimace before he kissed you. You swallowed your revulsion and waited for him to let you go. As you knelt to remove your boots, he tickled along the back of your head.

“Mmm, I’m almost tempted to let you stay down there,” he taunted, “but we’re already late.”

“Late for what?” you stood and brushed past him. He followed closely and groped your ass. You were almost used to his incessant touching.

“I got business tonight,” he said.

“Your business,” you insisted as you entered the bedroom. You made no move to change and sat on the bed as you rubbed your eyes, “I have no interest in whatever it is you deal in and I’m dead tired.”

“I know I’ve been… hard on you,” he smirked as there was no true remorse in his tone, “but how am I supposed to help myself?”

You looked at him sharply and snarled. “I really don’t feel like going to the bar--”

“We’re not going down there,” he interrupted, “but the girls are expecting you.”

He went to the closest and slid open the door. You shook your head at the wall and didn’t move. You knew there was no arguing with him. It made your blood boil. You hated that feeling of helplessness. You hated his kind of men and how they used women like things, painting their desires as your own.

“This is nice,” he tossed a forgotten pair of leggings with leather strips along the side on the bed and a silver top with trumpet sleeves slit along the inside, “bet your ass looks wonderful in those.”

“Can’t I have one night--”

“It’s business. The women have their time and we have ours. Get up.” He said sternly, “though I don’t mind helping you into these.”

He lifted the leggings and stretched the high elastic waist and bit his lip. You stood and snatched them from him. He did not leave, didn’t even back away as you turned and dropped them back on the bed. You stripped off your wool pants and the striped blouse.

You wiggled into the leggings, embarrassed at how your ass jiggled and he purred in response. The top was tight across your tits and pushed them up dangerously against the neckline. You never wore it because that very reason; too much attention where you didn’t need it.

“See,” he snapped his knuckles against your ass, “sexy as hell.”

“You gonna tell me where we’re going?” you asked as you crossed your arms.

“Just a little get together,” he framed your face with his large hands, “with your Birch boys.”

He said nothing else as he latched onto your arm and turned to drag you behind him. You barely lifted your feet in your reluctance but you sensed his impatience growing. You contented yourself that in the least he would be distracted by other people long enough to leave you alone for just a few minutes.

💀

The motorcycle ripped through the early evening air and you shivered against his back. The air was still bitter but the roads were cleared of snow enough to maneuver the steel beast. He drove out of town and along the country roads, those were more treacherous than the main row.

You pulled up to the farmhouse, the old lot recently renewed as the house shone from within. Thor slowed and killed the engine. He flipped out the kickstand and nudged you. You climbed off and he followed your lead. He shoved the keys in his pocket and unstrapped his helmet as he let out a ‘brrr’.

“Come on,” he nodded to the porch steps as you undid your own helmet.

You walked up to the house and he knocked. He took your helmet from you as you waited for an answer. You heard voices and the approach of footsteps from the other side. The door opened and Steve’s girl smiled out at you and pushed open the screen door.

“Oh! You’re here!” She chimed, “I used your mother’s lemon meringue recipe. And oh,” she beamed at you, “we haven’t seen you lately.”

“Work,” you said, it wasn’t exactly a lie, “it’s nice to see you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t bring anything, I--”

“I have everything under control,” she clapped her hands, “we’re just trying to figure out the shaker. Come in.”

She backed up and Thor held the door as you passed through first. You took your boots off at the mat and she beckoned you further in. “Thor, the guys are just in the living room,” she pointed to her left, “we’re in the kitchen,” she motioned behind her, “working on dinner.”

“Mmm,” you grumbled and nodded. Before you could step forward, Thor caught you and drew you back to him. He kissed you and you bore it in simmering humiliation.

“Have fun,” he squeezed your ass and let you go as he turned to find the other men.

You huffed and turned your attention to Steve’s girl as she waited awkwardly. She rubbed her hands together as she walked with your down the hallway. “Steve’s like that, you know? Touchy feely. I get so… embarrassed…” her voice trailed off, “sorry, I shouldn’t--”

“I always wondered about you and him. You’re an odd pair,” you said.

“Well, it’s not anything I expected but, um… well, this is our house--” she gestured around her as she led you into the kitchen, “you know, he bought it for me.”

“Hey, don’t change the subject,” you said a bit too tersely, “you said Steve embarrasses you but you--”

“And Thor does it to you so… you know that’s how they are,” she squeaked.

“All of them,” Bucky’s girl said and you only noticed her as she shook the metal shaker, “it’s why we need alcohol.”

You exhaled and came up to the counter as Steve’s girl went to the stove and lifted the lid on the skillet to stir the contents, “please, don’t put a lot of gin in mine. I don’t do well with alcohol.”

You leaned on the marble as you watched the other woman pour the bright pink liquid into a finely shaped glass on a stem, “looks better than last time.” She turned and set it beside the stove for the hostess.

“So…” you frowned as you thought and she began to measure gin and all the other ingredients before her, “why are you with them--”

“Why are you with Thor?” she interrupted, “we saw how much you hate him at the bar. We felt the same but don’t act stupiid like you don’t know what’s going on. These men are given everything they want and when they aren’t they take it anyway.”

“He takes care of my ma, though--” Steve’s girl intoned.

“And that makes it all hunky dorey,” the other sneered, “she sucks at saying it out loud but she can’t stand Steve as much as we can’t stand the rest of them.”

The other woman was quiet as she replaced the lid and reached for the drink. She fidgeted and looked down at her frilly apron. She was dressed like some housewife out of the suburban fifities, although her dress was still uncomfortably short.

“What good does it do to say it?” she mumbled.

Bucky’s girl mixed another cocktail and poured it pristinely before she slid it over to you, “I’m getting the hang of this but I’m happy the men are sticking to beer. My arm’s getting tired.”

You took the glass and tasted the drink. You hummed as it surprised you. “Aren’t you a bartender?”

“Server. I open beers and believe it or not but they don’t serve margaritas down at The Asp.”

You shrugged and kept drinking as she made her own drink and turned to rest her elbow on the counter lazily.

“I should’ve warned you. Not that it would’ve helped but I could’ve,” she said.

“No, it doesn’t matter. It’s like you said. They take whatever they want. Nothing we can do, is there?”

You were silent as you all sipped. The gin warmed your chest and you let it sink into your veins. Your commiseration was grim but comforting. To think that you weren’t entirely alone was as heartening as it was saddening.

💀

The alcohol heightened your irritation as dinner ended. You were left to help clear the table in your matronly duties with the other women. You were insulted at the outdated binary of the arrangements and it felt less like a get together and more of a job.

The men, Steve, Bucky, Thor, and Loki returned to the living room and their voices threaded the air as the dishes clinked in your grasp. The blonde biker’s brother was unexpected but he seemed just unhappy to be there as you. There were a few minutes during the meal where you sympathised with him as he rolled his eyes and failed to hide any ounce of his spite for Thor.

When you finished up, Steve’s girl took several more beers to the men before she returned to grab her glass of water. You took the vodka cooler, your third drink of the night, and went along with them to the living room.

You hung back as Steve’s girl neared him and was drawn down beside him impatiently, his arm around her shoulders as he almost spilled her water. Bucky’s girl sat beside him and tolerated his arm around her waist though he was less clingy than his accomplice. Loki stood by the window and stared out into the dull snow as Thor perched in the cozy armchair.

You went to sit beside Steve’s girl but you were stopped by a tut.

“I’ve got a seat for you, kitten,” Thor slurred. The beer was thick in his voice, as potent as the liquor in your stomach. You turned to him as he rubbed his thigh.

“I’m fine, here,” you insisted and his smile fell.

“You know I wasn’t asking, kitty,” he warned, “come on and be a good girl. We’re guests. Let’s not make a scene.”

You stood in front of the couch and glared at him. You sighed softly and pushed your shoulders back. You marched over to him and turned your bottle to splash it over his front. You acted surprised at your feigned clumsiness and took a step back.

“Oops,” you uttered coyly, “how careless--”

He was up on his feet in a moment as he slammed his own bottle down on the small table beside the chair. He knocked yours from your hand entirely and the air stilled with tension. His blue eyes flared as he grabbed your wrist.

“Better help me get cleaned up,” he growled and looked over your shoulder, “excuse us.”

You resisted him for a moment but he yanked and nearly took you off your feet. He spun and kept hold of you as he forced you after him and stormed from the room. You stumbled out into the hall behind him and he flung you ahead of him.

He gripped the back of your neck and ripped open a door to his right. He shoved you inside and you hit the sink as the clasp clicked loudly. He crowded you in the half bath as you braced yourself against the porcelain, the scent of beer tingling in your nostrils. You stared at his dark shirt, stained with his drink.

“I thought I trained you better, kitten,” he snarled, “just when I thought you were starting to purr.”

“Fuck you,” you said as the alcohol thinned the filter between your thoughts and your words.

“Oh, I can make that happen,” he hissed as he lifted the hem of his shirt and tore it off. He hung it over the towel bar and felt along his damp torso, “I can’t let you bite and not give you a good swat for it.”

“Don’t be an ass. It’s a drink. You can’t just talk to me like that. I’m not some animal--”

“Shhh,” he hushed as he covered your mouth and pushed you against the sink, “I’m not listening. That’s not how this works…” he leaned in and lowered his voice, “you realise how bad this is? You challenged me in front of men; I won’t have it. We’re past niceties, kitten.”

His hands slipped over your hips and to your ass. He scooped you up and rested you atop the porcelain as he crushed his body against yours. He grabbed your chin and smothered your lips with his as he rolled his pelvis against you.

His hand fell and crawled along your throat. You turned your head away and gasped as his fingers hooked under the elastic of your leggings.

“What are you--”

“Don’t play dumb,” he nipped at your throat, “we’ve done this enough.”

“Not here,” you pushed on his shoulders, “you can’t--”

“I can do--” his other hand fell to your waist and he gripped the elastic, “whatever--” his hands snaked around you as his fingers slid between the fabric and your skin, “I want.”

He ripped your leggings down with your panties and forced them down your legs. He pulled until your legs wet bent in front of you and you were curled awkwardly atop the sink as you struggled with him.

“Stop-- I’ll be good--”

“Too late,” he shoved his hand between your legs and felt around roughly.

The fabric of your leggings trapped your thighs and kept you bent against him painfully as he hunched over you. He pulled his hand away to fumble with his fly and shifted as he pushed down his zipper. He set his feet firmly and hooked his other arm around you as he pressed his tip along your folds.

He guided himself blindly over your cunt, his beer-laced breath choked you as your head spun. He rested his forehead against yours as your head was propped up against the mirror. He lined himself up with your opening and thrust bluntly inside of you. You exclaimed in surprise as the intrusion blazed through you.

You were drunk enough that it felt good but you were aware enough of what was happening. You slapped him and his head snapped to the side. He pulled back and slammed into you even deeper. He brought his lips to yours again and kissed you sloppily as he rocked against you. The counter groaned under both of your weight as you tried to hold in your voice.

He sped up as your breath quickened in time with his. You closed your eyes as he once more descended to your through and kissed and nipped at your skin. His hips tilted into you steadily as you wriggled against him.

He pushed his hand between your bodies and pressed two fingers to your clit. He rubbed as he kept his pace and you murmured as your drunken body responded. You dug your nails into his shoulders and your feet arched as the ripple began to flow over you. Your peak rose fast and you cried out without restraint as it took you off guard.

His own grunts added the furor and he moved faster atop you. His knee hit the front of the counter and he sunk to his limit as he quaked. He stopped and held himself as deep as he could, sliding back slowly only to ease back in as he came in long strokes.

He stopped and rested his head in the crook of your neck, his blond hair falling forward as he caught his breath. You shuddered and nudged his shoulders until he stood. He slipped out of you and sent a chill up your spine. Your body fell limp and you dropped from the counter onto shaky legs.

You felt his cum trickle down your thigh as he reached for the toilet paper and wiped himself clean. Your vision hazed as you reached for some as well and kept the mess from dripping into your panties. He cleared his throat and turned to examine his wet tee shirt. You pulled up your leggings and sniffed.

It was all so sudden it was as if nothing had happened at all. You held yourself up against the wall and a knock came from the door. He opened it without pretense and greeted Steve’s girl as she peered inside nervously and glanced at you briefly.

She held a folded shirt in her hands as she blinked meekly. She knew, they all knew. You had no doubt that they’d heard it all.

“Um, hopefully this fits,” she said as she handed the tee shirt to him, “and, we… we’re just about to have dessert.”

“Great. I’ve got quite the appetite,” he replied, “we’ll be out soon.”

He closed the door and turned back to look at himself in the mirror. He brushed past you so you were flush to the wall as he pulled on the shirt. It was too tight around his thick arms and his broad chest. He tidied his hair and rolled his shoulders as he admired his reflection.

“I think now you’ll be good, kitten,” he winked and reached to touch your cheek cloyingly, “best not to get my hackles up again.”

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bechloeislegit · 3 years ago

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Bechloe Week 2021 - Day 1

"Cause I'm in love with You, Dumbass!"

Beca stood by her motorcycle, doing a quick safety check before she made the jump of a lifetime, with a payout of a lifetime. The promoters had been looking for someone to jump a motorcycle over ten buses parked side by side, and Beca had been chosen to do the jump.

She knows she was only chosen because she was the only girl who applied to do the job. But, she didn't care, because she was being paid twenty-five thousand dollars once she accomplished the feat. Beca had never jumped over anything that far before, but she was confident she could make the one-hundred-foot jump safely.

Her friends all thought she was crazy, but the money would come in handy when she moved to LA to pursue her dream of becoming a music producer; something she had been dreaming of since she was ten years old and got her first mixing program.

Beca wasn't surprised to see her friends Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey make their way to where she was standing. Stacie and Aubrey stopped several feet away, but Chloe continued walking over to her.

Beca stood as Chloe reached her. Beca could see fear and concern in Chloe's eyes.

"Please don't do this, Beca," Chloe pleaded. "I don't want you to die or get hurt. It's not too late to back out."

"I already agreed to do it, Chloe," Beca said. "I can't back out now."

Chloe stepped closer and grabbed Beca in a hug, whispering in her ear, "You don't have to prove anything to anybody. No one will care if you walk away."

"I'll care," Beca said, pulling away from Chloe. "These guys are going to pay me twenty-five thousand dollars to do this."

"Money isn't everything, Beca," Chloe scoffed.

"Says the girl with the rich parents," Beca retorted.

"Yes, they have money," Chloe said. "They worked hard for their money and didn't have to do something stupid like this to get it. Something that could kill them or put them in the hospital with broken bones or God knows what else. I'm your best friend, Beca, and I'm seriously begging you not to do this."

Beca saw tears in Chloe's eyes and pulled Chloe to her

"Don't cry, Chloe," Beca said. "I know you don't understand, but I have to do this for myself."

Chloe jerked away from Beca and walked over to stand with Stacie and Aubrey.

"Is she going to do it?" Stacie asked.

Chloe stared at the ground and nodded her head.

"She's crazy," Aubrey said. "Doesn't she realize she could die?"

"I don't think she cares about that," Chloe said. "All she cares about is the money."

"Money isn't going to do her much good if she's dead," Stacie said.

"I've been begging her not to do it for weeks," Chloe said. "What more can we do to stop her?"

"You could always tell her how you feel about her," Aubrey said. "I bet she'd think twice about what could happen to her if she knows you love her."

"I don't think that would change her mind," Chloe mumbled.

"I think it will give her something to think about," Stacie said.

Chloe chewed the inside of her cheek before throwing her shoulders back and stomping over to Beca.

"Rebecca Anne Mitchell!" Chloe yelled, causing Beca to slowly turn and stare at Chloe. "You're being a dumbass. Now, I want you to march over to those promoters and tell them you ARE NOT making that jump."

"You're not the boss of me," Beca yelled back.

"Maybe not, but I can get your mother down here with just one phone call," Chloe said.

"You wouldn't!" Beca cried.

"Try me," Chloe said, crossing her arms over her chest and staring Beca down.

"Why do you care so much about me making this jump?" Beca asked. "I keep telling you, I need the money."

"And I keep telling you," Chloe said, poking Beca's chest with her index finger as she spoke. "You're going to kill yourself."

"No one cares if I kill myself," Beca mumble.

"I care," Chloe said, dropping her arms to her sides. "I care very much!"

"Why?" Beca asked. "Why do you care so much?"

"Cause I'm in love with you, dumbass!"

Chloe gasped and put her hand to her mouth as if she could swallow the words that she had already vocalized. She had not meant to say those words out loud.

Beca's eyes grew wide as she stared at Chloe.

"You're in love with me?"

"Yes," Chloe responded, looking down at the ground.

"How did that happen? When did that happen?"

Chloe was still looking down when a pair of motorcycle boots came into her line of sight. Her eyes traveled slowly up from the boots until she was staring into Beca's eyes, just inches away from her own.

"It's been happening slowly over the past year," Chloe said softly. "It started when you saved your allowance just to buy tickets to the ice show for my birthday. You remembered me telling you how much I loved going to the ice show with my grandparents every year for my birthday when I was younger. I was a goner from that moment on."

Beca smiled and took a small step forward. "I bought you those tickets because I realized I had fallen in love with my best friend and wanted to do something to make you smile. I love your smile."

Chloe smiled and blushed as she looked down again.

"Yep, that's the one," Beca said, placing her fingers under Chloe's chin and lifting her head up. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm in love with you, too."

Chloe started to say something but stopped when she felt Beca's lips pressing against hers. She sighed and leaned into the kiss.

Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe's waist and pulled her closer; Chloe moved her arms up to wrap them around Beca's shoulders. The two stood kissing for a moment. Chloe was the first to pull back.

"Um, Chlo, I-."

"You're still doing the jump, aren't you?" Chloe asked, looking into Beca's eyes.

"You know me so well," Beca said. "It's a matter of pride now. I can't look like a loser in front of my girlfriend, can I?"

"Girlfriend, huh?"

"If that's okay with you."

"Beca Effin' Mitchell's girlfriend? Yeah, I like the sound of that."

"It does have a nice ring to it," Beca said, chuckling.

"Beca!" a voice called out, causing both girls to look over. "It's time."

Beca nodded at the man and looked back at Chloe.

"Promise you'll be on the other side when I'm done?" Beca asked.

"I promise," Chloe said, leaning in for another kiss.

Beca pulled away, stepping over to her motorcycle and picking up her helmet, and placing it on her head.

Chloe walked over and helped Beca tighten the chin strap. Stacie and Aubrey made their way over to Beca.

"I can't believe you're still going to do it," Stacie said.

"Leave her alone, Stace," Chloe said. "She knows what she's doing."

"That must have been some kiss," Stacie said, chuckling.

"It was," Chloe said, smiling as Beca blushed.

"I still think she's being a dumbass," Aubrey said.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "But, now she's my dumbass and I trust that she knows what she's doing. And, I have faith that she'll nail it."

Stacie chuckled again; Aubrey scoffed.

"Come on," Chloe said. "Let's find a good spot on the other side. I promised I'd be waiting for her when she made the jump."

Stacie and Aubrey both sighed, and followed Chloe.

~~ BeChloe Week - 2021 - Day 1 ~~

Beca couldn't stop smiling. She was about to pocket twenty-five thousand dollars and Chloe Beale is her girlfriend. She revved the engine on her motorcycle before popping the clutch to drive to the ramp. She drove a couple of feet up the ramp and stopped, setting her feet down to keep her steady and unmoving.

The announcement was muffled by her helmet, so she looked to her right for the thumbs up, letting her know it was time. Beca saw the thumbs up and nodded her head in acknowledgment. She waved to the crowd and then slowly backed off the ramp and turned the bike to drive to the starting point that was designated during her practice run.

Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey were clapping and screaming along with the rest of the crowd. They looked up to the big screen and watched Beca driving toward the starting point. The bike turned and stopped so Beca was now facing the ramp.

Beca gave a wave and a thumbs up. She revved the engine and took off, pushing the bike to reach the speed she needed to make the jump.

The crowd roared as she bulleted toward the ramp. Chloe crossed her fingers, bouncing on her toes, whispering "Make it, make it, make it. . ."

Beca reached the ramp and went up; she lifted the front of the motorcycle slightly and was airborne.

"Holy shit! I'm really going to do it!" went through her mind. Suddenly, she was hitting the opposite ramp, clearing all ten buses with ease. At the bottom of the ramp, she squeezed the brake and slid the back end of the bike around to a stop.

The crowd roared their approval and cheered loudly as Beca stood the bike upright, throwing her fists into the air.

Chloe tore away from the crowd and ran straight for Beca.

Beca engaged the kickstand and got off the bike just in time to catch Chloe in a hug.

"Oh, my God, Becs!" Chloe screamed. "You did it!"

Beca pulled off her helmet and spun Chloe around, kissing her; she set Chloe on her feet without breaking the kiss.

"Way to go, Beca," Stacie yelled as she and Aubrey reached the kissing couple.

Chloe pulled back from the kiss and smiled at Beca.

"I love you!" Beca and Chloe said simultaneously and then laughed.

The crowd came out of the stands to gather around Beca. They were all trying to get to her to congratulate her. She was a bit overwhelmed but she never let go of Chloe, and Chloe never let go of her.

#bechloe week 2021 #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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Training wheels

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Years later after Spencer teaches Reader to drive even though he hates driving, Reader becomes good enough to ride a motorcycle they get him to come along on a ride.

A/N: hey heyyyy- this is my seventeenth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April! This fic is based on this request- which I decided to make smutty instead of full on smut so I could make it a bit more fluffy. Disclaimer- I know nothing about motorcycles and I can’t even drive lol so sorry for the lack of terminology. This ended up being gender neutral- I checked it over for the correct pronouns a few time but I could have missed something- please let me know if so! Feel free to give me your response by sending something to my inbox here. Thanks for reading and hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: 18+- (if you are found to be violating this I will tell writers who you are), no full on smut- in the smutty/spicy category, a bit of grinding, implications about having sex in the future, In public sexual teasing (who’s fucking surprised), hints at Sub!Spencer, A few swear words

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.0k

Spencer hated driving. He always shook whenever he couldn’t stop the racing thoughts about the dangers of moving vehicles. He knew he was a good driver, but it was easier for him to trust the metro which stayed on its tracks (most of the time). A car with no rigid path and with so many variables just made Spencer’s mind race too much.

You were the only person that could get him to get into a car, without any sort of coercion. At his job he had accepted it as a reality of his situation; there was no way that he could get around it. He agreed to teach you how to drive to your job, which happened to be where you had met him. You ran a small thrift store just walking distance from your apartment. There had been no need to drive anywhere, until you opened up another branch on the other side of town.

You had met Spencer there, he had come in at night, just before close. He shopped around for a few sweater vests and cardigans until you had told him that you needed to close. His mumbled apology had been so cute you remember it to this day.

When he noticed that you walked home in the same direction as his, he offered to keep you company. At first you thought he had done it out of guilt since he made you stay late, until you realized he liked your presence. It was not a romantic relationship (not yet at least), you both didn’t kiss or anything, but you did love to tease him.

He cared about you, and you about him, which is why he eagerly offered to teach you to drive when you mentioned that you were scared to learn with an instructor. You preferred to be taught by someone who you knew and knew was a good driver. Spencer was just that, even with jittery fingers and tapping feet.

Since then you had become a great driver, good enough that you felt confident indulging in one of your dreams. You had always wanted a motorcycle, the wind blowing in your face and the freeing quality it had, had always made you desire one. Despite Spencer’s protests about the potential for even more safety hazards than a car you still indulged your dream, confident in your skills that Spencer had laid the foundation with his excellent teaching skills even while slightly fearful.

You had taken to it like a fish to water, it had been even easier than when you had Spencer teach you. Now it was the time to show the master how the apprentice approved, though you highly doubted Spencer liked to be called a master at driving. More like a teacher, a nervous one.

It did take some convincing for him to agree to ride on your motorcycle with you.Somehow, through gentle persuasion throughout the last few months, you had done it. He had prefaced it saying that it would be the only time it would ever happen, and you made it your goal to change his opinion. You highly doubted he’d ever want to drive it, which was fair considering he couldn’t stop the thoughts of statistics about safety in his head. You hoped though, that maybe he’d like riding with you.

“Is it safe?” Was his first question as soon as he arrived at your small thrift store you owned, jittery with nerves.

“Well- hello to you too.” You sassed cocking your hip to the side while holding your helmet in the small of your waist. He blushed bashfully, then finally said hello before you assured him, “I wouldn’t be bringing you if it wasn’t safe- I wouldn’t be driving it if it wasn’t safe.”

“Ok- I trust you.” He relaxed a little, though he was obviously still nervous.

To cheer him up a little you pivoted the conversation onto a more jovial topic, “Will you wear a leather jacket?”

“Maybe next time- if you convince me to get on the death trap again.” It was rare to see Spencer tease you back, but you thoroughly enjoyed it.

Quipping back you said, “Maybe I could get you to drive it too”

“I think I’d need training wheels for that.” A snort came out of you at that; it was funny imagining Spencer riding a motorcycle with bicycle training wheels.

“That would be a sight to see.” You swung your leg on to mount the vehicle, ready to take him on a spin. You then prompted him while getting your helmet on, “Come on pretty boy, let’s do this- and get that helmet on.”

He was a little nervous just going by the shaking in his palms, but he still put the helmet on and climbed on- albeit a bit awkwardly.

He wrapped his hands around your waist snugly when you roared the motorcycle to life. Whenever you had to break he clenched tighter, maybe not enough to leave bruises, but enough that it would be implanted in your memory for a good long while. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him.

You could tell he had slowly relaxed a little bit more even while keeping a strong grip on you as you made your looped path charted out in your head. Starting at your store and ending at your store, it was longer than maybe it should have been, considering Spencer’s grip on you had made your arousal spark to life.

You soon realized you weren’t the only one enjoying this, feeling something slightly stiff as Spencer shifted slightly at a red light. Oh, he was enjoying it. His cock confined in his pants was growing harder as the journey progressed.

“Did you have fun?” You questioned just as you pulled back into where you started, even though you already knew he did.

He squeaked out a measly, “Yeah!”

You smirked again, out of sight from his face. Biting your inner cheek in thought, you contemplated whether or not to act on it. It would be so easy to just swivel your hips and begin to grind down on his erection that had been pressing into you during the whole ride.

Fuck it, this might be one of your only chances to make a move. You tilted your hips just a smidge, leaning back just a little into him. You heard a hitch in his breath, his hands he had around you tightening back around you, pulling you in closer.

He whimpered when you sat back a little more, testing the waters just a little further. When he himself rolled his own hips once you had to ask, “Do you want me to keep going, Spencer? Do you want this?”

His helmeted head dropped into the crook of your neck, nodding into it as he began to rock into you a little. You gripped around the handles that you were still holding, all you had done was break so far. You were both in broad daylight perched on top of the vehicle. Turning your head as much as you could when you realized he hadn’t verbally responded you prompted sharply, “I need you to speak up, pretty boy. Do you want this?”

“Yes!” He gasped quickly at your prompt.

You then ground yourself back onto his bulge, rotating yourself slowly to feel the torturous friction. The fact that your bottom halves were still clothed only made it even more devastating. No one was around as it was the weekend, when you weren’t open and no one was really around. You still tried to stifle any noises you were tempted to make as his own hips started to undulate into your own.

A person could round the corner and immediately see two people grinding like teenagers onto each other. You both may have been completely closed, but it was quite obvious what you were both doing.

The extra friction you were getting was building a burning orgasm in you, the noises you had been trying to hold back were too hard to stifle. A moan came out of your mouth when Spencer moved down his hands from your waist to the outside of your hips, pulling you down on him with even more ferocity.

When his phone then began to ring you both let out a groan, your hips stopping any movement you had been making over his hard bulge. He reluctantly pulled out his ringing and buzzing ancient phone. Which you would normally find endearing that he carried around somewhat arcane technology, but your weaning arousal was wanting you to smash it on the ground.

“Hello? Hotch?” You groaned, knowing exactly what this meant. There was no way this was going to go further tonight, Hotch wasn’t calling him on the weekend just for paperwork. He was about to leave for a case.

You ripped your helmet off of your head out of frustration while he continued to talk. Grumbling while wiping the sweat that had started to accumulate, Spencer chattering away quickly at Hotch telling him he’ll be there in about ten minutes.

When he got off the phone he began to stammer in apology, this was the only time I’d ever want to cut him off, “There’s no need to apologize- go catch a bad guy.”

“Thank you- and thanks for-r the ride and- um the other thing… I’ve got to go now, I’ll uh- talk to you later.” He then awkwardly shuffled off, trying to conceal his obvious bulge even though you were the only one around to see it.

When he got into his car, you were happy he had brought it for once. You wouldn’t have let him walk all the way to his office from here, and you would have had to drive him with his bulge pressing into your ass again.

“I’m gonna need a cold shower.” You added, mumbled underneath your back as you put your helmet back on, ready to drive back to your apartment to hopefully freeze your frustration away.

—-

The next time you saw him- about a week later, a little blush immediately graced his cheeks, probably thinking about what happened last time. You kissed his cheek and felt how hot they had gotten just by being in his presence. He was here again, early this time, ready for you to open up your shop for the day.

“You’ve got to wait 30 minutes until you can buy something, I don’t open till then,” You then flashed a smirk towards him, he might die from being overheated if you kept teasing him. Still, you continued to do it, “Can’t be seen to show you any favors, pretty boy. Then everyone would want one.” As soon as the keys turned to unlock you didn’t open the door right away, instead turning back to face him. He fidgeted even more underneath your direct gaze, also averting his eyes. You let go of your hold on the keys, bit your lip and added, “Though, I think you’d be the only one I’d want to be my favorite.

He stuttered a bit at that, before changing the subject, “Um- I came here to actually thank you for last week… I had a lot of fun.”

You then cocked your head to the side in question, “Didn’t you already thank me last time?”

“Yeah.” He responded meekly, clearing his throat a few times while he collected his thoughts. “Can we finish what we started?”

You beamed, as it had been exactly what you were hoping for. You made your way back over to him, this time to pull him by the front of his shirt to press a steaming kiss to his lips. He moaned, letting your tongue run over his teeth a few times before you deepened it further. You were panting by the time you released him, but worked through the gasping breaths to answer verbally now, “Of course- come inside with me. If you won’t go on another ride with me after this while wearing a leather jacket, I’ve got a leather jacket you can wear while I ride you.”

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