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moumouton4 · 11 months

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I'm Looking For My Husband || Kakashi Hatake x reader

A/n : And here is a non requested fic. As always I take time to answer to requests but I spare time for my own imagiantion. So here is an idea I got a LONG time ago 😂

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Warning : Fluff, heavy make out session, getting caught ??

Summary : You've just arrived in your husband's village to settle in, and once you've finished settling in, you set off in search of him. You meet Naruto, who helps you find him. Little does he knows he DOES know who your husband is

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Kakashi Hatake was a man of many secrets. So few people knew who you were. Of course, there was Guy and Jiraiya, but otherwise no one else in the Hidden Leaf Village. The reality was that on one of his long missions he was paired with a ninja from Suna, aka you. You got along so well that you were entrusted with all missions concerning the common interests of your two countries. Over time, you grew much closer, and Kakashi ended up spending his rare vacations in Suna with you.

Of course, he was far, far from imagining that he would have the emotional capacity to open his heart to someone in this way, and to become romantically attached to them. But it happened, and when he realized it, it came as a shock. Without lying, he wasn't at all happy at first, wondering how he'd react if anything happened to you. Eventually, when all he could think about while lying on his bed at night was you and what you might be up to, and that spread to the whole day, he soon realized that his fear was not going to stop him from doing anything in his plan to keep you close to him.

And what a surprise it was when you told him you reciprocated his feelings fully. He thought he was going to cry, but he didn't have time to do so when he saw your face close to his. His body acted alone and he lowered his mask, letting you taste his lips. A few months later - knowing that you'd been working together for years - you got engaged. Before getting married in a hurry when your time off allowed it. Of course, Tsunade and Gaara - a close friend of yours - accepted the wedding, albeit inter-village.

Very few people knew about the wedding, and frankly no one could have guessed it, with Kakashi's ring hidden behind his protection gloves ( I myself practiced martial art but even in other sports rings are the first thing one has to take off but not here lmao ). And you weren't living in Konoha yet, but you will soon be. Yes, you'd chosen to move in with him rather than the other way round, knowing that the strong ties he had there meant you'd decided to follow him without following his decision to move to Suna instead, what a thoughtful lover he is.

So that's how you found yourself with a suitcase containing all the belongings of a shinobi, a straw hat on your head to protect you from the sun of Suna ( either you see this as a reference to One Piece or to the scarecrow Kakashi ;) )

However, there was a shadow over the picture : while you knew all the important points in the village, you didn't know the hell where your apartment was, though your ninja techniques enabled you to find it rather easily. Apartment check, Kakashi... not check. So you began to wander through the village under the curious gazes of ordinary inhabitants who didn't know who the hell you were, ninjas though knew since Tsunade preferred to tell them a ninja from Suna was going to settle there to save you from trouble with the police, thanks to her for respecting your privacy.

Suddenly a golden-haired boy you'd come to know, thanks to your now husband Kakashi, as Naruto, the jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails, leapt in front of you.

"Hello miss, are you new around here ? I don't remember seeing you before ? What are you up to ?"

"It's incredible to talk so fast" you thought "He's really as energetic as Kakashi told me and he looks taller than in the photo frame" you thought before speaking aloud "Wo we don't know each other, I've just moved to Konoha and I'm looking for my husband"

"Oooh he's from Konoha I see ! Well welcome then. Perhaps I can help you ?"

At these words you smiled "Yes, I'd like that", thinking it over you added "He's probably training, but I've no idea where exactly"

"I know this village like the back of my hand, I'll probably be able to find it easily dattebayo ! Follow me !" he shouted before starting to run in one direction before stopping and looking at you sheepishly "Let's take a walk instead, I'm sure you've come a long way"

( He could have asked your husband's name before running off 😂 )

You nodded, laughing "Indeed, walking sounds more restful" and with that you made your way to the training area Naruto had described to you. He did disappear for a short moment telling you he needed to talk to someone before leading you to the training areas.

A long stretch of open ground, with what looked like a man-made waterfall and a forest below. Speaking of sunken, here was your husband, reading his book on a wooden bench not far from the foot of the waterfall.

Naruto, unaware of this detail, continued "Hey look there ! That's Kakashi sensei. He's going to help you find your husband. But as he's still reading his pervy book, we're going to have trouble moving him"

"Hhhh Jiraiya's books, they're pretty good"

"You know Jiraiya from where you come ?"

"Of course who doesn't ?!?” you said proudly before Naruto continued.

"Well then, you'll get along just fine" he said as he jumped off the waterfall, leaving you chuckling to yourself for a moment before you followed.

Even lying like that he looked hot.

"Kakashi sensei ! Kakashi sensei ! I have with me-"

"Naruto we are on a break, you'll start training again in half an hour" he said in a monotone yet commanding voice without lifting his nose from the book.

"But this lady is looking for her husband and I thought you might be able to help her"

Before he could even lift his nose from the book, you snapped back, "Can you even see daylight with that in front of your eyes ?"

The mere sound of your voice made him lose his composure, and he dropped his book, which came crashing down on his face as he struggled to get up from his lying position to look presentable, almost slipping in the process. As he finally managed to stand up, his book lay face down on the floor.

His dark eyes widened as he met your mischievous ones, a light red settling on his cheekbones, visible on one side of his face. He didn't know you'd be coming so soon "H-hey-"

"Kakashi sensei she's looking for her husband, that means she's no longer to be seduced"

"That's quite true" you said, holding back a laugh at the young boy's clueless state.

Kakashi smirked beneath his mask : "You're right, Naruto, her husband will probably do just fine. Go back to training, I'll help her"

"Ah, at last ! Good luck, miss !" shouted the boy before setting off for the training ground with a cheerful step.

Turning his attention back to you, Kakashi spoke more confidently, "So you're looking for your husband huh", bringing his hands to his hips.

Out of earshot, you seductively replied "Yes, I've had a long trip and I just need to spend some quality time with him"

"Oooh is that so ? "he replied, his voice dropping an octave as he took a step towards you, careful to keep his distance if anyone was watching. You hadn't yet discussed whether it was safe enough to make your relationship public. But living together, it would eventually come out.

He turned quickly, picking up his book and putting it in his back pocket. Then he raised his arm in the air, gesturing to another ninja a few yards away, before pointing at you. The other brown ninja, wearing a forehead protector, saluted you before giving Kakashi a thumbs-up, taking the time to give him a knowing look.

"Don't worry, that's typical Tenzo, he's always making funny faces" you chuckled at his words before greeting the boy. Then you started walking away from the training area.

"I hope you had a good trip. You didn't get lost on the way" he said, his voice much softer and giddier, with a joking tone, now that you were out of earshot.

"How could I have gotten lost knowing that my needy husband was always bringing me to Konohagakure to secretly spend time with me" you replied, making him chuckle nervously while scratching the back of his head.

The more you were walking and chatting the more he wanted to get close to you, he was itching to have his mouth pressed against yours. But in the middle of the village it was impossible. "Where are we going by the way this isn't the way home"

"No it isn't, we're a bit far from there. So I just thought- here" and with that he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you towards an alleyway out of sight.

"You just have to tell yourself it's an aperitif of what is to come" he said in a husky voice, lowering his mask before pressing his lips against yours, pushing you harshly against the nearest wall, his hands resting on either side of your head. Pouring into this kiss all the effect of the lack your absence has had on him.

"Ooh getting risky I like it" you said, wrapping your arms around his neck "What is going to come next ?"

"Keep this up and you might soon find out" and with that he grabbed your hips before lifting you up and as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He put his mouth back on yours, this time directly going to French kiss you ( French like me lmao ). His tongue caressed yours over and over again until your legs tightened around his waist.

That's when you both felt another chakra close to you. Its source was unknown to you, but the same could not be said for Kakashi. As he stepped back, Kakashi instinctively pulled up his mask, before gently placing you on the ground. As you gently resumed your breathing, your eyes lifted to the source of the chakra.

"S-sorry I didn't want to disturb you but Naruto told me earlier that she was looking for her husband I-I d-"

“Oooh so that’s were he went” you thought before exchanging a glance before kakashi interrupted him "Don't worry she found him"

Iruka's mouth opened and closed like a fish, his index fingers pointing at you and then at him repeatedly "you- erm eh ?" ( yeah that mean "You're married ?" )

You took a quick step before reaching out to shake his hand, "I'm Y/n Hatake. Kakashi's wife" you smiled widely, you've been dying since forever to say that. Kakashi under his mask was smiling too because he too was dying since forever to hear you say that. Hotter than any Icha Icha he has read.

Iruka stretched out his hand towards you, a genuine smile coming over his face which a few seconds ago had been totally embarrassed "Nice to meet you under that name" he chuckled nervously, still embarrassed by the situation before. Indeed, you have the brief opportunity to cross paths one day in the hokage's office during your travels on missions defending the interests of Suna and Konohagakure.

Suddenly as if he remembered with full force what he had stumbled on he spoke again " I-I-I'll leave you now, you're in good hands" "I bet she is " Kakashi said under his breath, as Iruka waved at you both before disappearing as fast as he appeared ( Naruto wasn't near going to hear the end of this, well I mean Iruka is going to slap the back of his head without ever telling him why )

Kakashi whose hands were encircling your waist from behind spoke up "So were were we my beautiful wife ?"

"We were about to go home because I'm not gonna get caught twice in the same day during my first day here"

"At least they'll know who you belong too" he chuckled a hint of possessiveness in his tone

"Well if I were the one hiding under a mask I'd say the same. But everybody sees my damn face so it's without me" you said as you made your way out of the alley "If you want it you'll have to get it" you said seductively before jumping and disappearing out of his sight.

For a second he was stunned, a smirk plastered on his face. Oh you wanted to play. Fine but should be careful because he is a hell of a player. You'd challenged him, so he was going to find you. He could still smell you trailing a track. Better be ready because he'll find you very quickly and he won't need to ask anyone if they've seen his wife. It's your game but here you're on his field. You won't be able to escape him. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍩🥗 Again my requests are open 🥯🍮

A/n 2 : In the original version Naruto was supposed to think Y/n's husband disappeared and he was going to tell the whole village if they saw her husband. Y/n would have been so stunned by the way Naruto handles it she would have just followed to see what he was gonna do. At the end they would have eneded up at Tsunade's office and Kakashi would have been there and Y/n just goes : "Thank you for helping me" and she goes to stand next to Kakashi and Naruto is like 😃🤠🤡

But then I wouldn't have been able to add the French kiss scene 👀🤣😭

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mitsvriii · 9 months

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Criminal

Lyney x reader

MAJOR spoilers for the Fontaine Archon Quest under the cut, angst no comfort, part 2 can be written if enough people request for it

315 words

Any reader type

Part 2

And I’m back from hiatus even though I never said I was on one. First off I would like to thank everyone for still following me despite it, and for the support. Shoutout to @itsofficialyeurionna for the inbox notes. They make me smile and I’m working on your request :). I came back with angst LMAO, and I know none of you deserve it. Thank you all again for the support.

“When were you gonna tell me?”

The answer hangs high in the thick silence among the two of you. Lyney was quiet as his sister as he started, downcast. You cleared your throat in a somewhat emphasis to get him to speak.

“Someday.” His bland response caused a loud scoff to escape you, he peeked up at your face but quickly put it back down at your stern expression.

At this point he’d rather of been found guilty rather than you, or anyone, have found out about him and his sister’s fatui relations.

You two were good. And frankly he was glad that your rocky relationship had blossomed into something steady. But then the trail happened after Cowell’s death and it was all downhill from there.

Hell, you didn’t even give him a chance to explain himself, although he didn’t blame you. I mean, the fatui basically stripped your family’s wealth away because of one loan.

“Someday”, Lyney spoke shakily, swallowing hard, “I was going to tell you I just-“

“You just what? Decided to keep something like that from me? And don’t bullshit we both know you’d never rip off that bandage.”

The ever-so confident magician stood weak at your words, nervously fiddling with his fingers. He could only stand there like a bullied child that had gotten his toy token from him.

“You know what”, you sighed as you held up your hands, “Forget it. Just forget it. If you’re not going to explain yourself then don’t. If you want to actually apologize then come see me when you get out of jail.”

Archons you didn’t even believe he was innocent in a murder. That was a sharp stab to the chest. He could only watch you walk away with slightly teary eyes. He however, covered them up with one of his acts.

After all, magicians never reveal their true selves on stage.

#lyney x you #lyney x reader #fontaine #genshin impact #lyney angst #lyney genshin #fontaine x reader #genshin x you #genshin angst

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rivetgoth · 8 months

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What top 40 goth songs can we retire I'm at my limit with enjoy the silence my local goth bar only goes orthodox goth like once or twice a month and frankly if I hear sex dwarf again I'm calling the police like the top 40ness is so bad that even headhunter I'm like finally some underground shit. My goth bar when I'm at school goes full goth weekly and it's not *as* glaringly repetitive

DUUUDE FULL AGREE ABOUT SEX DWARF AND ENJOY THE SILENCE OMGGGG Both get soooooo so overplayed at the clubs we frequent it’s gotten to the point that they’re “go get a drink / piss / see who’s on the smoking patio” songs fr 😭 Like same wavelength because I think those would’ve legit been my first choice answers LMAO.

Personally I feel like at the clubs over here Wolfsheim gets wayyyy too much play, I enjoy ‘em and I don’t mind like one a night but it is NOT uncommon to hear like 3 in a single night and I feel like that is TOO MUCH for one band, especially a major futurepop band rather than something more underground / interesting / OG idk... Also I’m tired of Did You Miss Me by the Young Gods and Bloodletting by Concrete Blonde. Neither go off on the dancefloor but for some reason the goth night we’ve been going to insists on playing those ones on a weekly basis and I just cannot get into them… Also I know they’re more recent but I’m already tired of Twin Tribes and Lebanon Hanover ngl 😩 I love recent darkwave but I don’t get why those are always the go-to bands every goth night…

ETA FORGOT TILL I SAW IT MENTIONED: TEAR YOU APART BY SHE WANTS REVENGE DRIVES ME UP THE WALLLL I HATE THAT SONG that one can go too.

There’s also a ton of bands I love hearing and I’m not necessarily tired of even their top 40 hits but I wish we heard more than that of ‘em 🥴 Like I’d give anything to hear a RevCo song that wasn’t Da Ya Think I’m Sexy, Ministry that wasn’t Revenge, Skinny Puppy that isn’t Assimilate, The Cure that isn’t A Forest, etc…

Honestly it’s so sad, we used to have a goth club here that did some super trad goth nights with a bunch of more underground obscure post punk and the space was recently bought out by NFTbros of all things and ofc the night was ended, currently the best club nights are like monthly or bimonthly while our most standard clubs tend to play the same shit more or less every week, not the worst worst playlist but totally suffers the issue of goth top 40 / nothing post-1999 and it’s all the exact Sex Dwarf / Enjoy the Silence vibe you’re describing a lot of the time 😭 A few more stuff has popped up recently that’s a bit better, we have a really EBM-heavy night that popped up recently that focuses on recent heavier dark electronic dance that’s cool, but man I want more obscure goth music nights so bad… Angel & I tried for FOREVER to get this tiny club off the ground that played this incredibly sexy mix of older and recent more obscure cold wave / post punk / dark italo from some really good local DJs but nobody would come out and support (it was on a weird night in a weird location, prolly cuz it was a free event being done purely outta passion so they didn’t have the budget for a better setup) so it died after a few months, it was soooo tragic 😭

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honkytonk-hangman · 1 year

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How It's Done (1/2)

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Aviator!Reader

Summary: “Like me? I didn’t even think you wanted me as a squadmate, let alone–” you stop speaking, but only because Hangman cuts his eyes sharply away from you to glare out at the ocean. “Well, I do.” He says kind of indignantly, all things considered, and eyes you almost sourly. “You can just say no if you don’t–” “–No, I do!” you quickly cut him off, because at the end of it all, you’re a little too much of a hopeless romantic to let this moment pass you by.

Warnings: erm maybe just some references to sex? jake being jake? language? minions. big warning for minions xD

Notes: This is part one of a two-parter, the next will be mostly smut lmao. Thank you for reading! I would love any feedback or comments and dont forget to reblog if you feel so inclined!!!

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“Well, I’ll be damned…”

You pinch your eyes shut and steel yourself at the sound of the all too familiar Texan drawl, hanging on to the hope that perhaps he isn’t talking to you. You’re out of luck though, and moments later Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin slides into the open space next to you at the bar, already posed in a casual lean as he looks you up and down appraisingly.

It makes your teeth grind.

It makes your face hot.

“If it isn’t Mirage. Would have invited you to play with us if I’d known you were here earlier…” Hangman cocks his head, and his lips tip up in an infuriatingly perfect smile. “But one can never really be sure if you’re around or not… and that's before you get in a cockpit,” he grins, but when you meet his eye at last, he looks away from you, toward Penny who seems to approach in the nick of time, saving you from needing to respond.

You blink down at your drink, and finish it quickly, unnerved by what you think might have just been a compliment of sorts from Hangman. You’d been stationed together previously, though you weren’t friends, so you’d been expecting something a little more acidic in nature. You’d heard him interact with other aviators, knew he liked to push and poke them, usually got away with it too. For some reason though, he’d never really gone there with you and frankly you’ve always just chalked it up to not being worth his time. In fact, you’re pretty sure the only times you’d ever actually spoken had been in the sky. To be completely honest, you’re more than a little surprised that he remembers you at all.

You didn’t exactly go out of your way to stand out…

You were naturally quiet, which wasn’t helped by your social anxiety, resulting in most people describing you as extremely shy. They wouldn’t be wrong, you suppose, you did tend to keep to yourself, the idea of having too many eyes on you all but unbearable to you. But if you’d thought a roomful of people singing happy birthday to you was bad, somehow being under the unwavering stare of Hangman is approximately one thousand times worse.

“Penny, my dear… I’ll have,” he stops to glance pointedly down at your now finished beer, adjusts his stance to lean even more and unwittingly makes the muscles in his bicep bulge.

“Five more on the Old Timer,” Hangman says, nodding to the man who sits on the other side of the bar.

Internally you blanch, but externally, you say nothing and give even less away, feeling a little ping of satisfaction that apparently, you know something Hangman doesn’t. Before he’d come along, you’d been carefully watching the interaction between Penny and Captain Mitchell. You’d never met the man before, but you knew how to read military insignia, which at this point, was more than you could say for Hangman, who dismisses him quickly.

You wonder if Monday morning you’ll be able to work up the nerve to tease him about it.

You’re distracted from your thoughts when Penny returns with the requested drinks. You had no real intentions of going and hanging out with Hangman and the others, but before you can excuse yourself, your empty beer is smoothly plucked from your hands, replaced quickly with a brand new one.

“Help me carry these back?” Hangman asks then, jerking his head in the vague direction of the pool table. You frown when he immediately takes off walking, not actually letting you help him at all, all four beers still slotted between his fingers. You find yourself following him anyway, as if he’d placed some kind of spell over you.

Hangman stops ahead of you at the ancient jukebox, looking back over his shoulder at you, nodding in a pleased manner when he sees you trailing behind. He waits for you, gaze never leaving your form, even as he nods to the space next to him. You awkwardly step up to the spot opposite to him, and look past the glass and at the selection inside. Hangman, once more, takes up a lean, this time against the rickety machine.

“Would you be so kind as to select track number…” he trails off as he checks the list of songs, but quickly flicks his gaze back to you, and smiles bright, tauntingly, again. “Eighty-Six?” he asks, but it's barely a question. You nod, and swallow, shifting from holding your beer with two hands to holding it with just one. You carefully tap the chunky ‘eight’ and ‘six’ keys as he watches. The machine’s little analogue screen confirms that your song is next up, and nervously, you look back up at Hangman, horrified to find he’s just been staring at your face for the past however long.

“S’been a while, Mirage.” He drawls, making you blink rapidly and look away.

“Has it?” Is all you can manage meekly in reply, surprised when he lets out a genuine sounding laugh. He hums warmly, and you practically feel it in your chest.

“And yet,” he lifts hand, two beers held expertly between his fingers, but he extends it to tap your nose, almost making you almost flinch.

“You haven’t changed at all.” Hangman grins Cheshire-like down at you, before his eyes narrow ever so slightly, and he leans in even closer while flicking his eyes up and down your form again.

“I don’t bite you know,” he tells you, his voice sounding serious, but his somberness lasts mere seconds.

“Well, not unless you ask me to first, sweetheart,” he winks and his smile grows large as your eyes grow wide and you splutter, flustered.

Your face grows hot with slight embarrassment, a wave of inner resentment at his teasing washing through you.

Hangman laughs, seemingly bored with you now, and he turns to walk back toward the pool tables. Without even looking, he beckons you to follow with one finger on his still occupied hands. For a moment your pique prevents you from doing so, certain that if you were to dip into the crowd now, he’d not care enough to seek you out again, let alone notice you were missing.

You know he didn’t mean it, you know his flirting is just to get a rise, but you also know that he’d never do it to Phoenix, or Halo, and a little bit of you hates yourself for being such a marked pushover. You make the decision now that you won’t let him do it again, if you can help it.

Your eyes travel past Hangman then, towards the pool tables where you can now see another figure has joined the other gathered aviators, and for the first time all evening, you don’t feel nervous to go join them.

You follow after Hangman, but quickly diverge from his path, cutting around a gathered group of Navy personnel to get there faster. As you approach, you take a moment to shake off any lingering anxiety, before gently laying a hand on the faded Hawaiian shirt in front of you, doing your best to keep yourself from bouncing on your heels.

Rooster half looks ready to wave off whoever is trying to get his attention, but when his shaded eyes land on you, he spins his whole body to face you, grinning widely in unguarded excitement as he gathers you up in his arms.

“Miri!” he exclaims warmly, and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you when he briefly lifts you off the ground.

“I was just about to ask Phoenix if she’d seen you yet.” Rooster informs you.

“Seen who?” Phoenix steps around him, frowning as she quickly glances you over, though it disappears quickly.

“Yeah, that about tracks…” Rooster mutters mostly to himself.

“Nat, this is Mirage, you know her right?” Rooster introduces the two of you, and while neither of you make to shake hands, you only feel friendly energy radiate off the other woman, even as she openly looks you over now, nodding at Rooster’s words.

“Right, I have heard about you… I guess there's no real mystery behind your callsign… I didn’t even realise you were here… Sorry,” she tells you bluntly, but you appreciate her straightforwardness.

“They said ‘Wallflower’ was too long.” You joke lightly, and the other woman smiles. A moment passes between you, and you get the distinct feeling that Phoenix has become determined to never let you go unnoticed in her presence again.

You aren’t sure just yet if you appreciate that, but you are sure that you’ve just made a friend.

“Mirage?” Another voice joins then and you look to your left, smiling again when you see another familiar face.

“Bob!” you move to embrace him too, not seeing the look shared between Phoenix and Payback who watch you in surprise.

“Huh. Figures.”

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Neither you or Hangman have moved since Rooster and Mav went down. The rest of Dagger had returned an hour ago, mission complete. There was no reason for either of you to be on standby.

And yet.

When the call came through that Dagger Two had been hit, both you and Hangman had separately requested to be launched, to help, but you’d been denied.

As a rule, you made yourself easy to work with, even if those around you were less compliant, and you’d experienced plenty of that, flying alongside Hangman the past few weeks. Whether it was him leaving you to get shot down in training, or refusing to fly as a team during simulations. And yet, despite his habit of ‘hanging you out to dry’ being the reason behind his callsign, deep down, you’ve never once doubted flying alongside him in the real thing like the others seemed to.

You’re glad for that lack of hesitation now, glad that it only takes a single moment of eye contact from across the tarmac for the two of you to understand one another perfectly. Glad that when you got word that somehow, Rooster was supersonic again, you already know his answer before you even ask.

“Hangman? Hondo’s cleared us for take off with the ground crew, against orders. You with me?” you ask quietly, looking over at your wingman, knowing that when you return you’ll most certainly be court marshalled, but unable to sit and do nothing any longer.

“To hell and back, Mirage,” comes his immediate reply.

You see him move in sync with you, both of your canopy’s lowering at the same time.

You ignore the panicked voices ordering you to stand down, long enough for Hondo and the others to get you on the catapult, and by then it’s too late.

In two seconds you’re propelled from zero to over a hundred and sixty, and in your ears you hear Hangman right behind you.

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“Do you want to get a coffee with me?” The question makes you jump, your drink almost sloshing everywhere. The sudden voice, as well as the person it belonged to, takes you completely by surprise, but you’re thankful he doesn’t draw attention to your startling.

Up until moments ago, you’d been peacefully watching the ocean toss and turn, burying your feet in the damp sand and thinking about what you were going to do with your upcoming two weeks of post-mission leave.

Most of Dagger were a little further up the shore, a bonfire crackling away, although you weren’t the only one to have splintered off. Mav and Rooster were currently standing in the shallows talking, and you think Halo and Phoenix have moved to sit apart from the others as well. You had managed to sneak away easily enough, content to just sit on your own for a while, though your efforts appear to have been mostly in vain, if the man now plopped in the sand beside you is any indicator.

You blink at each other.

“What?!” you blurt out dumbly, not completely certain you really understood what he’d said. Hangman’s lips press into a thin line, and he looks away from you, linking his hands together around his knees, and staring out at the rolling waves.

“Coffee. Would you like to get one with me?” He repeats, sounding only a smidge impatient, but it still doesn't clear up much for you.

“I… No, I heard you the first time… I… I just don’t understand… why?”

Over the past three weeks you’ve been forced more out of your shell than you ever have before. It was torture. It was wonderful.

Part of you pats yourself on the back for being able to ask him so starightly, but another part of you slaps yourself in the face for questioning him.

Hangman turns to look at you apprehensively.

“Are you asking why coffee or why am I asking you?” He speaks slowly and carefully, his face blank and devoid of any hint he was teasing, though you think he might be anyway.

“Why… Why are you asking me?” You push, shuffling your feet in the sand, drawing his attention for a moment. He looks back at your face and frowns slightly, cocking his head.

“Because I like you? And that is usually what somebody does when they like someone. Ask them.” He answers, and this time you definitely get the impression he’s politely trying not to laugh, but for once, you don’t feel like you’re on the outside of the joke.

Still, you find yourself taken somewhat aback at his confession, admitted so easily and freely, as if it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you, which confuses you.

“Like me? I didn’t even think you wanted me as a squadmate, let alone–” you stop speaking, but only because Hangman cuts his eyes sharply away from you to glare out at the ocean.

“Well, I do.” He says kind of indignantly, all things considered, and eyes you almost sourly. “You can just say no if you don’t–”

“–No, I do!” you quickly cut him off, because at the end of it all, you’re a little too much of a hopeless romantic to let this moment pass you by. Especially when for the past three weeks you haven't been able to get rid of the odd heart skips you got whenever Hangman acknowledged your presence at all.

And besides, you weren’t blind.

Hangman was ridiculously pretty, and not anywhere near as much of an asshole as he wanted people to believe.

He looks at you blankly for a moment, processing your words, before his face breaks out in a smile. It isn’t one of his usual smirks or tauntingly pearly grins, though. It’s softer, sweeter, and you stare mesmerised as he looks away from you again quickly, and down at his linked hands, nodding.

Two days pass, and even when you’re sitting across from him in a small, niche little coffee shop you had no idea existed, you feel like you’re in a dream.

You’ve never seen Hangman out of uniform, you realise, and it’s a whole new experience you’re forced quickly to process when he stands to go get your drinks.

Dark jeans, white shirt, casual jacket. It’s a simple outfit, but goddamn does he make it look good. Nervously you have to wonder if your white and blue sundress, sneakers and bomber jacket were having the same effect on him, though you highly doubt it.

He returns quickly, attentively, placing both your coffees down, before folding himself into his chair once more. You both look at each other awkwardly before you distract yourself by taking a sip of your coffee. Hangman seems to do the same, but instead of drinking, he begins tearing into several little sugar packets, and emptying them into his coffee foam.

You huff out a tiny laugh before you can stop yourself, and his eyes quickly snap to you.

“What?” he asks defensively, but the corners of his mouth twitch.

“I just… I guess I never figured you for a sweet coffee kinda guy…”

“Oh, and why is that?” his twitching lips turn into a full smirk, but it isn’t his usual Hangman smirk. You chew on the inside of your lip, and sip your coffee once more before answering.

“I’m not sure. I guess you just don’t seem like the type of guy who…” you trail off, unsure of what exactly you’re trying to say and even more; how to say it.

“Listen, I may have rippling, glistening abdominals, but I have a sweet tooth,” he says, putting on the defensiveness now, leaning toward you and pointing at himself. You pinch your brows together and purse your lips, nodding vehemently.

“I know how to have fun,” he tells you, tipping a third sugar into his coffee.

“Of that I don’t really doubt, Hangman,” you say, but his gaze snaps back to you again, almost sharply this time.

“Jake.” he corrects you.

You pause.

Of course, you knew his first name, but you’re fairly certain you’ve never once used it. Hangman has just always been, well, Hangman. But you weren’t in a cockpit right now, he’d asked you out, this wasn’t the time and place for callsigns. He wasn’t Hangman, and you weren’t Mirage.

“Jake,” you say slowly, carefully, as if he’ll tell you any moment he’s just kidding around. But he doesn’t.

“Miri,” he replies, slow like you, but softer, and it’s silly, but it sounds so nice coming from him. You shake your head and swallow.

“Jake, if you don’t like coffee, why did you ask me out for one?” you ask him, watching as he blinks slowly at you, before his gaze slowly drops to the latte in front of him.

“If I asked you for a drink, you might’ve got the wrong idea,” he starts, speaking carefully. “If I asked you for dinner, it could be too formal, too awkward–”

“–It’s already awkward,” you point out, making him grimace slightly, so you shrug.

“Coffee just seemed like– I just wanted to–” he cuts himself off and drops both hands to the table.

“Look– I just didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding about what this was. I like you. I know you like coffee.” Jake admits all in a flurry, his voice quiet, and his eyes flickering around as he speaks.

For as long as you’ve known him, you’ve never seen Jake unable to maintain eye contact, actually it seemed to be something he took immense pride in, and it always made you slightly uncomfortable, but right now he appears completely incapable, and it's not a side of Hangman you’ve ever seen before. You realise you might be meeting Jake properly for the first time.

You decide to let him off easy, with all the newfound courage Dagger had been feeding into you the past few weeks, and you change the subject.

“You know, when you came up to me at the Hard Deck that first night, I was kinda surprised you remembered me at all,” you say slowly, sipping your coffee and eying him evenly. Jake frowns then, but it smooths out into a cool grin, and he leans back in his chair, cocking his head.

“Are you kidding? I’m always clocking possible threats.” he tells you, making you cough lightly.

“How am I a threat to you?!” you ask in disbelief.

“Oh, I could name a few,” Jake teases, nodding at you, but flicking his eyes away, almost making a show of clocking an incoming group of customers behind you.

You weren’t clueless, you knew you were a part of Dagger for a reason. You were damn good at your job, but still, Jake was Hangman, not only was he an aviator you respected, he was an aviator with very high personal standards, and for him to see you as comparable to him… well truthfully, you find yourself rather humbled.

And then flustered, at his clear unabashed flirting.

“I always thought you flirting was just you messing with me,” you admit, and he grins wider.

“Can’t it be both?” he asks, leaning forward again, and clasping his hands together. He seems to have no problem maintaining eye contact now, you note. When you cold-stare him, he simply shrugs.

“You’re cute when you get all flustered and nervous, what can I say?”

“Literally anything else.” You grumble back.

You finish your coffee and push the cup to the side, crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward like he was. Jake mimics you, pushing his own coffee away, clearly with no intention to start, let alone finish it. You aren’t as good as him with eye contact though, no matter how much you’d come out of your shell, so you take the opportunity to glance sideways out the window, only for your gaze to catch on something.

Your heart thumps loudly for a moment in your ears, and you wonder briefly if you should act on the thoughts popping around your brain right now, or if you should just stay put.

You lean forward even more, and flick your eyes back to Jake who is staring at you curiously.

“Hey, I have an idea…” you start, chewing on the inside of your lip, before standing up. You only hesitate a little before offering your hand.

“You with me?” you ask without thinking, the words the same as the ones you ask time and again to your wingmen while in flight manoeuvres. Jake stares up at you for a moment, before he too stands, your heart skipping when he takes your hand. With a tiny squeeze you almost don’t notice, Jake grins, and nods.

—

“Oh, hey! Stop! That’s not fair!” You elbow Jake in the side, but it’s already too late. The hand he’d shot out to block your light gun had done its job, and where you’d previously been neck in neck for score on the dual Time Crisis cabinet, Jake’s character was now cheering in victory, while your screen was asking you to insert more coins and try again.

Jake chortles and you both slot your plastic guns back into their plastic holsters at the front of the machine.

“We never agreed to no interference,” he says proudly, and you sock him in the arm only half as hard as you can.

“I didn’t think it needed to be said!” you exclaim pointedly. Jake grins down at you, and collects his tickets.

“Quit complaining, all these are gonna go towards whatever stuffed bear or whatever the hell you want anyway.” He rolls his eyes, and gestures to the shoddy ‘rewards’ counter of the arcade you’d spotted from the coffee shop.

“I want the Minion.” You state firmly after glancing at the redemption counter for three seconds, and spotting the big ugly yellow creature on the top shelf. Jake sighs in a put-upon manner and shakes his head.

“See, this is how you know I really like you. I’m willing to ignore that,” he says, and you actually think he might be serious this time. You grin up at him as he takes your elbow, and begins leading you toward the back of the room.

“What are you going to cheat me out of kicking your ass at this time?” you glance around you, goosebumps trailing up and down your arm as Jake lets his hand slide from around your elbow, down your forearm and into your hand, which he squeezes as if in warning.

“I didn’t cheat, I simply used black ops tactics,” he says, narrowing his eyes at you. You purse your lips at him and narrow your own eyes back.

“Cheat.” you say again, pronouncing each syllable deliberately.

You come to a stop then, and you look up at the old photo booth machine. Jake pulls out a fistfull of tickets, squinting his eyes at the label with instructions, before looking back over at the redemption counter. He seems to run some numbers before he looks back down at you with a grin, and waves the strings of crumpled tickets.

“My cheating means we can use the booth, and still have enough for a Kevin plush, so I don’t wanna hear no more complaining outta you,” he waggles a finger in front of your nose, and you blink up at him sheepishly.

“Jake– I don’t really want the Minion…” you say, before your voice turns suspicious. “Anyway, how do you know which one is Kevin?!” you lift an eyebrow, only for Jake to roll his eyes and push you into the curtained booth.

You orient yourself in the tiny enclosed space, looking around you as Jake takes a moment to feed several lines of win-tickets into the machine before he follows you. He’s forced to duck down real low, making the space even smaller, and you both stare for a moment at the small seat barely big enough for one person, let alone two.

“Well, either you can sit on my lap, or I can sit on yours, darlin’, but I know which one I’d prefer.” Jake intones lowly, and for the first time in an hour or so, you feel yourself get all flustered again. Honestly, you’d kind of forgotten about the explicitly romantic tone of this meeting until now, and more than that, your stomach begins to flip and flop like the first time you’d gotten in a jet when he eases past you and drops himself onto the bench before patting his thighs.

“Jake, maybe if you just move over a litt–”

“No can do, honey,” and he’s not even trying to tease you, he demonstrates the spread of his legs, and the tight fit into the booth, before looking back up at you expectantly again.

“Okay… Okay…” you say more for your own sanity than anything else, and turn, quickly perching yourself on his leg before you can really think too hard about what you're doing.

Your efforts are for naught though, because the moment you’re sat down, Jake’s hands are tugging you against him further, sitting you more comfortably on the thick expanse of his thigh, and you barely repress the noise that nearly escapes you at the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips.

“There we go, sweetheart,” he says softly, almost to himself, and moves his hands to wrap around you completely. If he notices your little noise, which by his self satisfied smirk he definitely has, he thankfully chooses not to say anything. Your face grows warm, not only at the hold he has on you but at the pet name too.

“Did you just call me ‘sweetheart’?” you ask, sounding half bewildered, half incredulous, forgetting for a moment where exactly you were and why. As you look over your shoulder at the man behind you, Jake stares back, his smirk still in place even as his eyes seem to search your face, his own expression mostly unreadable.

“Would you prefer ‘honey’?” he almost purrs, his voice distinctly amused, but you notice that he doesn’t back down, doesn’t apologise or step back.

It makes your stomach twist up in knots. It makes your heartbeat skip like a record.

You turn away from him, shake your head.

“It’s fine,” you tell him bashfully, wanting to grumble slightly when against your back you sense what you think is him puffing his chest a little. Quickly, you add: “Not at work, though…”

Jake chortles, but as you peek over your shoulder to look at him again, he’s relenting, his smirk gone and replaced with a far softer smile as he nods.

“Not at work, though.” he repeats lowly in confirmation, almost making you jump when he shifts one hand to steady you around the waist, his other reaching out to begin fiddling with the controls on the lit up screen in front of you.

“Alright, let's get this show on the road shall we?”

By the time you’re exiting the tiny cubicle, Jake’s hands still attached to your hips as he follows you out, you’re both laughing quietly to yourselves. You’re amazed to find just how much Jake can affect you, either setting you at complete ease or sending you into a tizzy, depending on what he’s said or done. Usually you wouldn’t be surprised by other people’s effects on you, you were jumpy and anxious by nature, but it was rare that somebody who put you on edge as much as Jake did, could also give you such comfort.

When he detaches his hands from your sides at last to survey the sheets of photos spat out by the booth, you marvel at how much you start to miss the contact. With all the subtlety you can muster, you inch closer to him, under the guise of getting a look at the photos as well, though really, you’re only hoping that you might prompt him into reaching out for you again.

Jake chortles and points at a set of two pictures. In one, you’re both grinning madly, pulling silly faces, and in the other, you’re wearing softer smiles, and you notice now, that Jake had pushed his face a little closer to yours. It makes heat rise in your cheeks, not just at the seeming intimacy of the photo, but truthfully, of how much you like seeing the two of you like that.

“You won’t mind if I keep these, will ya?” Jake asks, looking over at you. You simply shake your head, and he grins a little wider, carefully tearing off the two pictures before pulling out his wallet and tucking them inside, for sake keeping, you assume.

Jake lets you keep the rest, and absently, you fold them into the zipper in your purse, too distracted by the fact that he does indeed take your hand again, before quickly releasing it to instead wrap his arm over your shoulder. You can’t stop yourself from smiling a little as you blink dumbly up at him, and he grins down at you, ducking his face even closer to yours.

“Now sweetheart, I believe I was instructed to win you a minion plush.”

---

Jake’s appearance in the women’s locker room should startle you more than it does. As it stands, you barely even bat an eyelash when you spot him all of a sudden in the mirror behind you, like he was enacting some sort of horror movie jumpscare. It doesn’t really have that effect on you though, his presence nowadays is both common enough and exciting enough that he holds your rapt attention whenever he’s around.

In the mirror behind you, he stands at a casual lean against the row of locker doors, making sure to face you, but also making sure he has the opportunity to rifle through your locker, get a good look at the things you kept in there.

“What are you doing?” you ask, sounding less scolding and more genuinely curious, which is a point against you as far as you’re concerned. You turn from the mirror and move back toward your locker, replacing the small toiletries bag you kept with you inside. Jake doesn’t move a muscle, standing exactly in the same position, which meant that now he was practically leaning over you, crowding your space in that way he did sometimes just to make you flustered.

You were long past the point of it really working though, now you revelled in it just as much as he seemed to, eager for any small moment where you had an excuse to be so close to him. Especially at work.

You blink up at him doe-ishly, finding his gaze exactly where you expected it to be, which is trained on your face. His signature smirk grows slightly as he meets your eye, and your stomach explodes in a flurry of butterflies and fireworks at the way he seems to either consciously or subconsciously lean even further in toward you, completely dwarfing you now. It makes you feel small in the best way possible, and you have to actively work to put aside the thoughts of his big hands at your waist, and other such things that make your legs go all wobbly.

“Say, you don’t happen to have any plans for the fourteenth, do you?” Jake ignores your question entirely, but you’re not bothered by it, too caught up now on his own query.

“The fourteenth?” you ask, a little dumbly, racking your mind for something you may have forgotten, which you know is the correct course of action thanks to the amusement currently playing out on his very handsome features.

“Valentine’s Day?” Jake supplies for you eventually, putting you out of one misery and into another.

“You want to do something on Valentine’s Day?” you’re not sure which part of his suggestion you’re not getting, but you do know that something isn’t quite clicking. Jake’s features soften only slightly, and he bends his face even closer to yours, his eyes flickering down to your lips briefly before back to your eyes.

“Mhmm. If my girlfriend is alright with that?” Jake practically purrs the words, and they reverberate down your spine, making you blink rapidly.

You don’t think you’ll ever get over hearing him call you that, although you do note that he definitely shouldn't be doing it at work, considering none of your friends and colleagues know about the two of you yet.

“Y-yes, she is fine with that…” you reply, doing your best not to sound as lovesick as you felt. Jake lifts an eyebrow and turns his body in toward you even more, almost bringing your chests to touch now.

“Just ‘fine’? Sweetheart, I am hoping to get more of a reaction than that,” he again makes a show of trailing his eyes up and down your face, and you feel yourself swallow thickly.

“After all,” Jake continues, lifting an arm now to rest against the locker above your head, actually crowding your space now. “I believe we had a discussion about exactly how Valentine’s Day would play out, around… four weeks ago?” Jake makes a humming noise, as if he himself didn’t remember clearly, despite everything else about his delivery saying otherwise.

Your lips part ever so slightly as you recall the conversation he’s referring to, a heat crackling over your skin when you realise that, despite you not remembering it until now, this had clearly been something Jake was looking forward to.

You definitely were too, now.

“Thank you, Jake… tonight was really great,” you cringe a little at how scripted the words sound, but when you look up at where Jake stands just behind you, waiting for you to slot your key into your door, he’s only gazing down at you in a way that makes you immediately drop them. The sound makes you jump and turn away, but before you can clumsily begin apologising and scooping them up, Jake takes a slight step forward, never breaking your eye contact even as he swipes your fallen keys from your feet.

He’s right in front of you now, still slightly bowed over so that his face hovers right in front of yours as if by accident, though you know it's anything but. You can’t even bring yourself to move, as much as these dates had you a little off-kilter still, you couldn't deny the fact that your feelings for the man in front of you had been increasing exponentially, in a way that was becoming harder and harder to physically hold back from.

You don’t even mean to, but your eyes drop to his lips for several beats, transfixed until you force yourself to look away again. You part your own lips, getting ready to say something, anything, but Jake sees your wandering gaze for what it is, and doesn’t let you ruin the moment.

Instead, Jake surges forward, the hand not holding your keys moving to cup the side of your face, and at the same time, stands to his full height once more, the space previously still left between you now completely nonexistent as you find yourself pushed up against your door.

You’ve had relationships in the past, but you had never, ever, been kissed like this before, all heat and fire and what you can only describe as desire. However, as that thought sets in, you find that oddly, it doesn’t fluster you like you think it should, or would have. In fact, for the first time in a really long time, you don't feel any of your normal anxieties or nerves. Everything is replaced by the knowledge that Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin is currently pressing his body against yours, his hands carefully starting to roam a little and how much you want everything that that strong grip of his promises.

Unfortunately, that's when the one useful anxiety you have left returns to you, and just as always, you can’t bring yourself to ignore it like you so badly wish you could.

It takes only a slight push against Jake’s chest for him to pull away from you, though it's as though he can’t bring himself to go far at all. He stares down at you, lips kiss-swollen and his face so close still that you swear if he blinks, you’ll feel his lashes brush your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” Jake’s voice is incredibly gravely and rough and the sound of it alone is almost enough to push you back in toward him.

“I’m sorry– I just–” the rising panic in your voice makes Jake shift again, though he still doesn’t detach himself from you entirely, he does move his hands to rest on your shoulders.

“We– We work together, and I don’t do this often–ever, actually, and I just don’t want to get into something where we can’t come back from, because I’m actually really starting to like you, a lot, and I know this is a thing normal people totally do all the time– sleep together I mean– but you’re just so– and I’m– and I–”

“Hey, it’s alright, calm down,” Jake’s stern ‘work’ voice startles you a bit, but just like always, he seems to know exactly what it is you need. You blink up at him, realising you’re clinging tightly to his forearms, and he’s looking down at you with so much concern and care you could almost just start crying.

“It’s alright, Miri,” Jake continues after a moment, lifting one hand from your shoulder to cup your cheek again. You stare at him, your brows furrowing into a frown.

“Alright? You’re not– you don’t mind that I don’t want to sleep with you?”

Jake’s lips quirk, and he rolls his eyes a little.

“Miri, the only thing I want more than to take you inside and continue this with far less clothing, is for you to want that too. So, no, I don’t mind.”

You keep staring up at him, unsure of how to proceed now, but once again, Jake swoops in.

“You want to give it time?” he asks, earning a nod from you, but you suddenly feel the need to reassure him of your own affections.

“Just to be clear, this isn’t me not wanting to have sex with you!” you state quickly, earning a somewhat confused frown from the man still cupping your cheek. “I mean, I do, that’s not an issue, my problem is specifically just… rushing into this, when we work together. Our jobs are so high-stress as it is, I just think it would be better to… I’m not sure, ease into it I guess…”

You’re glad you made a point of explaining yourself, because Jake’s face flashes with brief understanding, and his approach seems to switch tact.

“Well…” he clears his throat. “That’s still alright, but it does make it a whole lot harder to resist, I have to tell you,” you know he’s only half serious, but the way he looks at you in the dim lighting of your porch sends your insides twisting and curling.

“So… when do you think it will stop being ‘too soon’?” Jake asks lightly, but you do think it’s an entirely fair question given that you are asking him to wait for you.

“A few weeks? I’m not sure, I just…” you trail off, but watch as Jake appears to do some mental maths, and then his face lights up, his grin pulling his lips in a rather distracting way.

“Valentine's Day?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Before you can verbally agree, his mood seems to shift, and he’s leaning in a little closer again, lowering his voice. “I’ll take you out, real fancy, suit and tie dress code, you’ll get to wear something slinky and I’ll pretend the way I keep touching you is an accident all night.”

Your breath catches in your throat as Jake crowds in closer to you as he speaks, looking over you as if the things he’s describing were visible to him right now.

“Then, I’ll take you back to mine, maybe I’ll be presumptuous and buy you some lacy little underthings to wear for me, and–” He seems to snap out of the intensity all of a sudden, smirking down at you and cocking his head at your dazed and almost drooling expression.

“Well, the rest is a secret, but for now, let's just pencil all that in, hmn?”

“S-so, what did you have planned?” you bite your lip a little and reach past him to grab a scrunchie from your locker, but before you can slip it onto your wrist, Jake takes it off of your and begins combing your hair back himself. You stand and watch him dumbly as he does, already blanking out when his fingers seem to tighten ever so slightly as he gathers a ponytail at the base of your neck, and tugs.

You almost let out a pitiful little sound at the feeling, but unfortunately you aren’t able to control the fluttering of your eyes the same way. Jake smirks above you as he slips the scrunchie off his wrist and secures your hair into a somewhat regulation bun, all the while still grinning down at you. You want to tell him to screw valentines day and screw you now, but you manage to keep your mouth shut long enough for him to answer your question.

“I’ve already told you too much. Just be ready by seven. Wear something slinky for me, yeah?” he murmurs, letting his hands fall from the back of your head to your waist where he pulls you in.

“Alright,” you confirm, mind already wandering to what on earth you had in your closet right now that would fit the bill of ‘slinky’ and deciding that you were probably going to have to go shopping.

“Don’t worry about the lacy things,” Jake says softly, lips now ghosting over yours as he speaks, though he hasn’t broken your eye contact once yet. “I’ve already got that covered.” He says, making you go blank again.

The thought, no, the mere idea that Jake has bought you lingerie to wear, and that he wanted to see you in it, makes you want to vibrate right out of the room, and possibly several times around the planet, but you manage to resist, and instead just swallow heavily, and nod.

Jake grins wide, no longer smirking cheekily, his smile is nothing but warmth now, and you can’t help but mirror it.

“Great,” he says, giving your waist a squeeze, and you a tiny peck on the lips before he pulls away. “Now, I gotta get outta here before I get court-martialed.”

You snort as he spins on his heel and heads toward the door, but turns back and gives you a lazy salute and wink before he leaves.

When you’re certain that he’s gone, you let out a sigh and fall back against your locker, your heart thumping wildly along in your chest as you mull over your upcoming plans. The thought of shopping enters your mind once again, and you hum to yourself. Reaching for your throne, you shoot off a text to your group chat with Phoenix and Halo, and hope they won’t ask too many questions about your Valentine’s plans.

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Will there be a part 2 of the "Attention" fic?

infidelity [gn/m.reader]

the answer to that is a solid yes AND a big apology for taking a hundred years to post this. this ask has been in my inbox for freaking months. and it’s mostly because i have been remaking this fic until i got the most satisfying fic LMAO. i’m sorry for taking so long 😭 i hope this is compensation enough. btw this part 2 to this! but honestly, you don’t have to read it lmao.

𖦹 crack taken seriously, hsr mention but this is mostly genshin, this is just a fic of me making fun of cheaters aka you, highly based on that one tweet of the “welcome home, cheater” one, pushing my grand overseer reader agenda like in my early fics teehee <3, sagau, sahsr au

“I should probably go back…”

Jing Yuan begged to differ. The general himself had his reservations about your sudden eagerness to depart. After all, you were a good company — one that amused him to the core and even kept him awake for the better part of the day. You are an interesting being to him after all — much after learning from the exuberant girl from the famed Astral Express suddenly emphasizing your importance when they left you under his supervision.

You, in much simpler words, are adorable in the Luofo general’s eyes. With eagerness and curiosity melding in those gaze of yours that could leave anyone transfixed — wanting and desperate.

You truly live up to the title as the grand overseer across worlds. You were the sole beholder of their sentience, despite the fact that right now, you’re barely aware of your status and your circumstance, it was more than enough for anyone go cherish your presence. How could they not? It was a blessing to see you descend from where you were, behind the great barrier that they all could only stare at when they looked to you for guidance.

Alas, that mattered little, not when you were beside the amused general and his coy smile, fingers raking through your hair; reminiscent of the pattern when he would do the same thing to Mimi when you visited his abode to meet the furry beauty that was his pet.

Quite frankly, you weren’t all too sure if this was something you were used to, being treated like an animal companion, with even the way Jing Yuan’s hand would suddenly roam behind your very human ears, scratching behind out of habit.

The only thing missing was him giving your food to you in a bowl, actually, and you’d be no different than Mimi at that point. Wait. No. You were sure Jing Yuan’s lion also ate out of a golden encrusted plate when you saw his hired caretakers come and feed Mimi.

“Bark for me, won’t you?” The general teased with a purr and it was more than enough for you to pull the plug at your willing compliance.

You removed his hand from your head and only shot him a subtle glare, “That’s a request I can’t honor even if my life depended on it.” You sighed, “I should get going now though, General… I made a promise to help our conductor in sweeping the floors. Apparently Caelus tracked some dirt inside when he decided to lug some trash.”

“Must you really? You’re the grand overseer, no? I believe such a title deserves a limitless freedom in doing whatever it is that they wish,” he coaxed in a suave tone, quick to win anyone over. And honestly, that sounds nice. But you’ve never seen Pom-Pom look so stressed when you saw an unwilling March and Dan Heng drag some trash either wrapped in gold bags or regular black ones inside the express when they came back from Belobog.

You somehow regretted leaving first — but even you had urgent matters to attend to at that moment.

“Ah—!” The lax Jing Yuan jolted at your sudden outburst.

“…Anything troubling you, Grand Overseer?”

“T-Teyvat! I completely forgot…!” Your eyes were blown wide as the panic settled within you. You had promised Nahida you would make it to the Interdarshan championship. She was so excited when she communed with you just days ago, completely elated that even your beloved Wanderer would participate as a representative in a Darshan.

Albeit confused by your sudden squawking, Jing Yuan understood and only watched you pace around while you lamented what sounds to be a rehearsed apology that you will no doubt tell to someone you hold precious.

“How envious, to receive an apology from you even sounds like a great honor.” Jing Yuan teased with a chuckle. “Well then, off you go now. Don’t be away for too long. I rather enjoy our time together.”

“O-Oh, yes, of course… I truly apologize for cutting our time together short. Do give my regards to Fu Xuan and Yanqing if they drop by. I have to go and talk to the crew and also bid my goodbye for now.” You bowed before turning away, briskly walking your way towards the door outside of the general’s office, only to bump into Welt and March.

“Oh! There you are! Ya ready to go shopping?” March held an exuberant energy as she asked, clasping your hand in hers tightly with an excited gleam flashing through her eyes.

Welt, however, was far more observant than March, “Judging from that look in your eyes… you have some affairs you’ve forgotten to tend to, Your Benevolence. Would I be correct in my judgment?”

“It’d be a miracle for you to be wrong at this point,” you laughed amidst your panic. “But yes, unfortunately. March, I hope you don’t mind a little bit of postponement… I have somewhere to be urgently.”

March’s bottom lip stuck out into pleading pout, “But you promised!”

“March, let’s not force them. It is as they say — an urgent affair.” Welt only looked at you with a small nod and an encouraging smile, “Don’t be too worried. I’ll let Himeko and Dan Heng know of your absence. Just be safe.”

“I will definitely come back and visit.” Your smile and reassurance was enough to quell March’s disappointment and Welt’s initial concern. “Please tell Caelus not to track more dirt inside. It’ll only serve to frustrate Pom-Pom further.”

“It’s a useless attempt, but for you, I’ll try,” March winked as she waved to you with Welt.

With a nod to the two of them, you were off to Teyvat — lucky that you have little need for the Star Rail in the first place to travel. Otherwise, it would most certainly take you the entire conceivable time just before you could even come back to one of the many worlds that you oversaw and to a fault, even took care of from afar.

You stepped into the familiar grassy fields of Sumeru’s rainforest, looking up to see that the city isn’t too far off. There was a gentle breeze that blew by, almost like a kiss from a certain archon, but you paid little heed to it. You normally always took your time to appreciate the sights in Teyvat, finding its vast lands and many biomes incredibly fantastical in sight. But even that couldn’t keep you from the fact that you’ve broken several promises that you willingly made to some residents here.

You can only imagine the disappointment in everyone’s faces once you’ve admitted to the fact that… other people may have swept your attention away in the first place — hence your sudden absence.

You owed your first apology to Nahida. She is after all, one of your far more favored archons around, treating her like your own, definitely something that would make Rukkhadevata proud among every other archon out there. And then there’s also a matter of apologizing to your dear Aether, you made another promise to him that you would spend your time with him in Sumeru’s far end by the Realm of Farakhkert to meet the infamous Sorush and the majestic race of the Pari (you once made a claim that Aranara’s are superior, and your endeared traveler was reluctant in protesting to your words it seems).

Now that you thought about it — you were sure you made quite a lot of promises to the residents of Teyvat. A lot of commitments were hammered into your special sanctuary that Aether had built for and with you inside his teapot.

Commitments that you’ve forgotten in favor of space travels with a couple of trailblazers.

Onlookers turned to your direction, completely flabbergasted at your casual appearance. What were you doing in Sumeru city (not that they were ungrateful for your gracious presence) — but it was as if you were solely taking a stroll on your own. Where are your entourage? Was the Acting Grand Sage even informed of your arrival? What about the archons that always accompanied you? Where is Buer?

Best of all, why does your face contort into an expression of what seems to be utter guilt?

You hiked your way to the Sanctuary of Surasthana, refusing any help offered to you by the guards that were courteous enough. You were prepared to face Nahida’s crestfallen look — prepared to start indulging her wishes to make up for the tomfoolery you engaged in. The corners of your mouth trembled as it itched to finally spill out the plethora of apologies that you’ve prepared.

“Oh. So you exist after all.”

Only for your well-rehearsed (by the last minute) apologies to fall apart when the Wanderer’s voice rang from above. You looked up to see him perched on one of the ledges just above the door of Nahida’s residence. He was stationed like a watchful hawk — and he was, constantly on the prowl for anyone suspicious daring to come up to the sanctuary.

Suddenly, a memory of you promising him to go fishing by the coasts of Sumeru had you wincing. And with the way the puppet’s mouth turned up in a smug smirk showed that he was aware of an engagement you swore you’d do with him.

“Ah… I hear you go by Hat guy now?” You tilted your head, giving him a reluctant smile.

“Spare me the meaningless prying. Where have you been?” His eyes narrowed, suspicious and a tad bitter at your absence and incompetence in attending a tiny little leisure that you yourself insisted he join you on. Who the hell even creates plans first and suddenly flakes out? The Wanderer has never felt more betrayed, quite frankly.

You suddenly looked like a guilty spouse that came from a messy affair, with the way you shifted your footing and how you averted your gaze quick. The Wanderer was intolerant of such a behavior however when he finally came down from his little high up spot to face you with no escape. He will summon a void and trap you in it halfway if you so much as make an attempt to escape.

“I’ve been… away…”

“Were you now?” His scrutinizing gaze only served to intimidate you further when he came up close, his nimble fingers tracing against your clothing. “Whose is this?”

And before you, he held a familiar long strand of white hair — possibly acquired when the general of Luofo decided to frolic around with you, coaxing (or coercing, more like) you to give him a much deserved head massage for his hard work (though in truth, he barely did anything that day).

“…A cat.” Technically not a lie. Jing Yuan does exhibit certain behaviors that you can classify as a behavior that a feline has.

“Is it now?” His voice went an octave higher — clearly mocking you if his churlish grin wasn’t enough of a sign about his suspicions of you and your… agendas prior to your unprompted visit in Teyvat.

A terse silence engulfed you and your Wanderer before he flicked away the hair and dragged you inside Nahida’s sanctuary.

“She was disappointed that you were absent the entire Interdarshan event thing. Where in the abyss were you?” The puppet hissed, his grip on your wrist tightening. Somehow you found it far more comforting compared to the times where people would treat you like some fragile object that could break at any second.

What’s not comforting however, were his words. You couldn’t bear the thought of letting Nahida down, and now you’re faced with that very thought becoming a reality that you now have to get through just for the sake of your sanity.

You smiled a little despite seeing the Dendro Archon’s back turned while she minded her own business. There was always something comforting when wasting your hours away inside the sanctuary. Just having to teach Nahida from your old world knowledge about people, and to an extent even teaching the Wanderer with your wisdom that rarely pops out (according to him, with full intent to insult you). It’s not as daring as the time Venti decided to fling you up and catch you or Ei’s insistence on you eating your tenth dango during your walks.

For now however, you had one goal in mind — and that is to make amends with your favored archon and puppet.

Teyvat altogether created an unspoken rule to never ever doubt you — the Grand Overseer. You have a position that transcends even farther than the Primordial One, your eyes that gaze on many universes and worlds. You are the one that took care of the blooming life in each planet that teemed with it, thriving under your guidance.

There was a collective decision among all gods and mortals alike to never doubt your endeavors, much less your love for them. You care a lot about them, and based solely on your constant descent towards their world, it seems as though above all other worlds, you favored them. They were the proof of your benevolence, granting the residents your presence while you walked among them.

Right. That was the case that everyone agreed upon.

However, there was an underlying layer of unease. Heaven forbid may it be doubt; they could never! But perhaps… a tiny bit of uncertainty in the layer of cautiousness as the residents watched you with adoration.

It first started with the wrong names.

When Albedo, Sucrose, and Timaeus wholeheartedly welcomed your help when you visited Dragonspine with Klee. Jean was far too busy with her work and while she wished to, could not have time to bask in your presence after the announcement of your sudden arrival. In turn, you only assured her and relieved her of her added duty in watching over Klee.

Klee was the one to visit big brother Albedo, to surprise him that you were finally back. And you complied. Dragonspine is an extension of Mondstadt, and you had plans to check up on every single resident of the nation.

Suffice to say, you were quickly hooked up in a chair, pulse detectors attached to your temples while you watched Klee doodle away on the floor. For a respected overseer, you certainly were a people pleaser, letting Albedo scan you out of his own volition (Sucrose was fussing the entire time, she didn’t want you to be hurt in the process, after all!).

“Look Grand Overseer! This is you and me and Dodoco!” Your vision was quickly filled with a flurry of bright colors on paper, one that was filled with an abundant amount of red and the other with the colors of your clothing.

“Ah! So it is! Good job, Hook!”

Everyone in silence soon tore themselves away from their work, looking at you with evident confusion.

Klee blinked, tilting her head as she looked just as lost and surprised as the other three researchers in the mountain, “Hook? That’s not how you say Klee…”

Your heart hammered against your ribcage and tried to save it with a cough, “D-Did I now? Ah, my bad… I meant to say was that you… did a great job! It immediately hooked me in!” It was a half-baked excuse — hell, call it a raw excuse even and everyone aside from Klee caught on as the explosive child beamed with pride, just happy that you loved her heartfelt creation.

Albedo eyed you in suspicion before returning to his work.

Then there was your misplaced reminiscence.

In your defense however, Snezhnaya does feel like Belobog. Sometimes… most definitely not because of the fact that both places are constantly subjected in a thick layer of snow.

The Tsaritsa was all but cruel to you. She loved you like any other archon out there and always basked in your presence — even keeping you for herself a week or two longer, leaving the next nation in your rotation of visitation completely restless at your tardiness. However in her gentle kindness was a terrifying beast that laid dormant.

Only then did you catch a glimpse of it on the morning that you and her spent on your appointed room in the palace, both you and the Cryo Archon siting on the balcony while you sipped on a hot beverage, enjoying the mountainous coated in freshly fallen snow.

You sat your cup down and blew on your hands. The Tsaritsa laughed at your actions, pleased that you can truly feel the love she embodied through the cold winds of her icy nation.

“Cold enough for you, Grand Overseer?” She jested with a light tone.

“…Yep…” your teeth lightly chattered. “…T-This place is a lot c-colder than Belobog, I’ll tell you that… B-But not more than Jarilo-VI as a whole…”

All of a sudden, you could feel the creeping coldness from beside you and looked to where the archon sat, her striking eyes looking at you with curiosity… with a smidge of coldness behind them.

“Pardon? Not colder than where?”

Her tone was pressed despite her sweet adoring smile. She took pride in her sovereign kingdom of cryo. It was all for you, to feel the comforting cold after you spent your last stay with Murata in Natlan. This was her giving you love, and suddenly, it wasn’t enough?

The better part of your mind decided to feign ignorance. And you lived to see another day.

And then the sudden secrecy.

By all means, of all people, Zhongli indulged in your stories the most. Whenever you visited Liyue, you were almost always found beside him if Ningguang wasn’t asking for your presence or if you weren’t getting coerced into another drinking competition with Beidou and her crew. And in this case, you were preoccupied with a little something while you accompanied Zhongli in his usual spot.

He listened earnestly to the storyteller while you busied yourself writing a little something on a parchment you had acquired from the Wangsheng parlor when you fetched Zhongli for his break.

And ever so slightly, he’d find himself glancing at your hunched over form, while you stewed in your little activity. He didn’t particularly mind the lack of conversation from you. Having you beside him was more than enough, actually. But it wouldn’t hurt for you to have him be just as engaged in your little agenda, would it?

The former archon peered at your work, only to be faced with scripts that were oddly reminiscent of Liyue’s characters. Albeit there were significant changes that made the language still all too different from his nation.

“…Might you be translating ancient texts, Grand Overseer?” He inquired and was met by a suspicious jolt from you.

It was a text Dan Heng gave you before to practice the language used in the Xianzhou fleet. Only now did you have time to do his little practices upon your descent. You had plans to check up on everyone as soon as you were done in Teyvat, and perhaps impressing Yanqing with your language prowess was a good party trick (and eventually not get bullied into eating something spicy because of your ignorance).

“Ah! N-No—! I— yes. No.”

Zhongli tilted his head and you were quick to recall your flubbed answer, shoving away the parchment into your little pocket. There was a frantic look in your eyes and Zhongli was concerned, naturally.

You used to be so willing in divulging everything to him in exchange for his stories, with the both of you managing to talk from dusk to dawn without fail with him needing little to no sleep and the time dilation that your body couldn’t seem to adjust to. You weren’t afraid to share what you were preoccupied with, and even often let him experience new things from your own world.

So why are you keeping secrets now?

But perhaps, the breaking point was your standoffish nature.

Aether has always cherished his raw connection with you and was proud to wear his closeness to your divinity, not because of infamy, but because of how incredibly special you treat him. While, certainly, you have made the people of Teyvat special on your visits, but what sets him apart from the rest is your adamant expression of affection towards him. For some reason, he was favored alone, not as a part of a collective unlike Venti and his people, or Zhongli and his. He alone was yours to indulge, even more behind closed doors in his teapot realm.

However… something was off after your abrupt visit.

Something had changed when you came home.

You were far more distracted, occupied with that tiny device you always held in your hand. Suddenly, Paimon wasn’t the loudest one in the teapot mansion with the incessant beeping that your phone made. It never did that before, it was always tucked away somewhere, sometimes even letting him place it in his inventory if there was little time to go back into the teapot.

He had always deemed your mode of communication useless. Especially on your travels. It was always so silent, like a useless artifact that you keep on you.

But suddenly it was teeming with life, buzzing endlessly that could drive any man with weak resistance into the threshold of insanity. You’d often pick it up and grant the little device a heavenly smile and proceed to be on it for hours upon hours.

It was a heartbreaking time for him.

It was heartbreaking whenever he would peer at your device, only for you to keep him in the dark as you made some lame excuse.

It was heartbreaking whenever he could no longer recognize your words when you talked about your own anecdotes, throwing name after name at him while he listened intently.

And oh was it heartbreaking when you called him by the name of someone else.

“[Name], have you seen my earring?” He took pride in his informality with you showing your comfortability and familiarity with the renowned traveler.

“Over on the table, Cae— ther… Caether… Aether.”

Not so much with that tiny slip.

Yes. Perhaps that was it. And all the preceding reasons.

Perhaps it was why you sat like a condemned criminal in the court of Focalors, as every archon looked at you with scrutiny and skepticism in their eyes. Only sweet Nahida looked at you in concern. Ah, your poor child. You’d rather her look away than experience the possible punishment you were about to receive.

“Grand Overseer, make no mistake, this is a trial born from the accumulated concerns of us all. This is a trial born… from our love.” The hydro archon’s voice bellowed through the courts. She normally wasn’t one to personally try the defendants, however you were a special circumstance.

You always were.

…Sure doesn’t feel like it…

“M-May I at least know what my charges are…?”

“Infidelity, Grand Overseer.” Ei answered for the collective. “I can only hope you are not found guilty.”

You grimaced. You’re quite glad that this was a private trial, with only the archons, retired or otherwise, gazing at you. Make no mistake however — this was an intimidating position to be in. You may be the Grand Overseer, but you’re quite sure the only thing keeping you alive is their thinly veiled fanaticism and adoration for you. Otherwise, you would have been incinerated long ago.

It might have been your luck. But it was something you would wholeheartedly thank as the moment Focalors slammed her gavel down, the horrifying screech of something you can only classify as a hideous ally pulled you out of your impending doom.

The alarm on your phone rang incessantly, a glaring reminder of your subpar and mundane reality, waking you up from a dream that you could barely remember.

You shot up, only realizing you fell asleep in front of your own computer. You looked up to see your game open, with your beloved traveler gazing down at you with a disappointed frown on his face.

You chalked it up to your awful sleep and rubbed your eyes, closing the game and migrating to the other, where your in-game phone was filled to the brim with messages.

Smothering a yawn in your hand, you can only shake your head.

“My games have been really weird lately. I should probably leave them alone for now. Maybe have fun with Elysia and the girls.” You muttered to yourself but not before powering your computer down.

Truly, your utter cluelessness is bound to drive everyone insane.

Fret not however, they will make it work. They will let you know of their sentience. They will make sure that you are aware of how much they admire you.

It’s only a matter of time until then.

#this is a feel good fic tbh LMAO #before i face my final exams #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x gn reader #honkai star rail x male reader #honkai star rail x gn reader #hsr x gn reader #hsr x male reader #jhuzen’s stupid one shots #sagau #sahsrau #sahsr

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majimasleftasscheek · 6 months

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Hihi! Do you have any minedai headcanons? (Idk how to write aAAAAA)

hmmm I had to give this a good think cuz I normally don't obsess about them too much (compared to a certain other pair lmao) but here's what I got 👀

*note! gonna be a mix of silly and more realistic ideas. my interpretation of minedai is pretty unserious

Daigo

genuinely enjoys mine's company, as uptight and neurotic it may be. because daigo was given the chairman position, a lot of people don't respect him other than mine so it's nice to hang out with someone who, despite being overly respectful, is kind to him. he feels a lot at ease with mine, able to be more himself n all that. it's not much but it means a lot to daigo

that said, he totally goes out in his casual clothes when able and is still very goth coded. Mine makes intense but silent notes about every little thing in those outfits and thinks it's very cute when there's little details like tiny skulls n things

likes to do go out spontaneously when he can and takes mine along. mine thinks something like that is way too dangerous for a chairman to be doing but daigo confides that he's not worried if mine is with him (with an ulterior motive to loosen the giant stick up mine's ass to get him to live a little). cue mine choking on his heart

I like the idea of daigo being oblivious to mine's obsessive behavior to an extent. he becomes so used to mine's quirks that he writes it off as oh he's just like that lol. but he's not wholly dumb to it. he'll be lowkey flirty and that's when mine's questions daigo's actions like "why is daigo smiling at me? is he sick? I should call an ambulance..."

genuinely has zero idea what type of things mine likes. tho daigo grew up in a bougie type of life and mine currently lives it, he can assume things like fine arts and fancy shit tho personally he removed himself from that sort of thing as he got older (to avoid being anything even close to his dad lol). comparatively, daigo lives more modestly so gift giving is up to guessing but mine accepts literally anything from him and frankly refuses to give him hints as not to place expectations accidentally

likes to spar with mine and was surprised to see that daigo was decently capable of protecting himself and finds his informal style of fighting very charming. he's seen daigo fight before, but it's a bit of a different intensity when it's just to two of them trying their hardest to impress

has a network of friends/allies like kiryu, kashiwagi, etc that mine keeps a closer than needed eye on. daigo does get frustrated that he has to explain he trusts these people wholly and it's often a point of contention between them

very much likes slow days when they can just chill with each other, however that may be. cuddling is prime even if mine gets mad hot and sweaty so daigo keeps a full body towel handy. it's not unusual for daigo to go out of his way to prod mine for reactions as it's the highlight of his day

Mine

definitely has a shrine dedicated to daigo. for funnies: has weird shit like used napkins, articles of hair, etc just funky stuff someone wildin' would keep. realistically I think he'd be a lil more modest - having photos and baubles, typical normie shrine shit

absolutely has a folder on his phone/computer of "selfies" with him and daigo. most of them are just regular photos you'd find in like newspapers, half of them are blurry as hell, and there's a few he's taken himself but poorly done because he did it under a table or something. and of course there's many photos of just daigo, doing all assortment of things from working hard to hardly working

he's caught by daigo occasionally but mine attributes his behavior to "trying to find better phone signal" as he aims it coincidentally at daigo's spikey heeled boots. even when they're together together, he still does this on the sly

insists on paying for everything whenever they're out but with enough convincing, he'll back down and internally melts when daigo tells him he's just happy to have his company. has a habit tho of "making up" for what he didn't pay for such as ordering lunches n things before daigo can refuse

obvs very violently protective of daigo tho avoids being so in front of him as much as possible. it's very common for someone who's spoken ill of daigo to get their ass beat or thrown into the Tokyo Bay some days later. has a network of people dedicated solely to routing out daigo haters

is often confided to by daigo about the stresses of running the clan and it takes a lot out of mine for him to not be cold and calculating with an answer. has had to learn sometimes people just want someone to listen

at first, mine thought such confiding was some limp dick shit but over time realized that daigo never wanted anything out of such confessions which is unexpected. to have someone be so trusting and vulnerable with him is incredibly valuable

would have "sounds of daigo talking about stuff" recorded and sleeps to it every night. be assured clips of daigo sneezing are in there too

if he was in dead souls, he would be going turbo murder throughout the city just to dent the population of zombies that could even potentially get a whiff of daigo's darkness allure™ cologne. if infected, I imagine he'd have the will to remain loyal cuz the power of simp compels him

#gonna lose my mind @ tumblr formatting why do you fight me like I owe you money #anyway I hope you like! I think they're very cute and I like mine being a big ass weirdo #also daigo fun to draw in his lil outfits #minedai #yoshitaka mine #dojima daigo #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #my art #my hcs

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weskin-time · 1 year

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listen, i'm throwing this request in here because we frankly don't get enough of this in the x reader tag, character x injured/sick!reader. it doesn't even have to be anything super angsty if you don't want it to be. like i just want the fluff of an overwatch character fretting over reader with a sprained ankle lmao

(any characters are okay tbh, write for whoever you have ideas for!)

Hello anon!! i hope this works for you! i had a lot of fun writing this and i might make more later on. >:3

please give me more OW requests. mm brain rot <3

TBH i don’t really like genjis one i might rewrite it later on so keep an eye out for a post

D.Va, Genji, Ramattra X GN!Hurt/Sick!Reader

Not beta read

cw- injury, pain,

Hana “D.Va” Song

gaming with your girlfriend was almost mandatory as you started your relationship

you were fine with that, in fact you were happy to join in her streams and hang out with D.Va and finish to get some quiet time with Hana.

But. you two played different types of games.

You loved character driven story games, open worlds and side quests

and she was a world champion, mmorpgs, real time strategy games, fast paced games you never really tried

But she asked one day if you wanted to play LOL with her on stream you said yes of course

but wow was it a learning curve, and a new thing you had to adapt to. fast paced clicking and key mashing hurt your fingers and wrists.

you have no idea how Hana doesn’t have wrist problems worse then she does if you just played for a few days and your pointer finger felt stuck and pain would throb in your forearms.

Hana ended stream that night and took a breath to regain her self. You were chilling in the same room as her, her set up more impressive than yours as you turned off your own PC and turned your chair to face her.

Getting up from your semi uncomfortable office chair you walked over to her as she stretched, you went to grab her water bottle to refill it for her but as soon as your hand grabbed the bottle pain shot through your forearm and wrist making you involuntarily wince.

Her eyes shot to you in worry before she completely understood what happened, “Aww I hope i didn’t push you too hard that last round.”

You chuckled and shook out your arms, it really didn’t do much. “It’s hard to keep up with you in these games Ms Professional ESports World Champion.”

It was her turn to laugh, “Get good.” She got up and grabbed the bottle herself and shut down her PC. “You good though? Got Gamers wrist?”

“Up my forearms and everything, clicking finger is sore too.” You flex your fingers trying to get the stiff feeling out.

“Didn’t you used to play a religious amount of Cookie Clicker back in the day, without auto clicker?” She points out as you follow her out of y’all’s gaming room and to the kitchen.

You have a scoff, “My child self didn’t know what that was, i was rich on cookies. And it didn’t hurt all this bad.” You rested against the island.

She paused by the fridge, filling her bottle up with the water. “I have some extra wrist braces if you’d like, they work wonders.”

“Please.” Your response came instantly before you could even process the last part of her sentence. It made her snort with how desperate you sounded and she almost overflowed her bottle.

“Come here, give me your arms.” She turned around and leaned against the other side of the island in front of you.

You did and held out your forearms to her with a confused look.

She wrapped her hands around for forearms and began to squeeze them, massaging them firmly, perfectly in the place where it hurt the most. A whine left your throat at the feeling of sore pain meeting soft comforting pain. Her fingers dug into the meat gently as she circled the muscle, slowly making her way down to your wrists where she provided the same treatment. Your head rested on the island counter as you slumped over, heaven was in her hands.

“Thank you Hana.”

“You’re welcome bunny.”

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Genji Shimada

sleep deprivation sucked.

2-3 hours a night was all you were going off of. it wasn’t enough to keep your brain healthy or your body.

constant headaches, unfocused eyes, micro sleep, confusion, it all was ass

but there was nothing you could do in the moment to fix it, you just kept staying awake at night to either game or finish work projects and paperwork.

sickness sometimes finds you when you’re like this, nauseous from lack of sleep, headaches making your eyes hurt.

you tried your best to fight back the sleep that demanded itself, but failed.

Genji was silent in his approach to your desk, you knew he was there, you could sense him.

Your laptop was too bright, your eyes were unfocused and you could barely feel yourself slowly lean forward to the desks surface. A hand on your shoulder wakes you up enough to realize you were holding down a single key on your keyboard and the open document on your screen now had a long line of Vs.

“Hiya Genji.” you slur almost, as you closed your eyes only for the entire world to pulse around you, sounds were too sharp and too dull at the same time, breathing in and out seemed to take all your strength, but your strength was elsewhere trying to fight off sleep.

“You don’t look too good.” He stated flatly, his helmet off as he rested in comfortable clothing.

You glance up to see him, eyes focusing on his face, “Thanks.” was all you had the energy to respond with.

He looked at your laptop, reading what you were writing but telling by his confused and concerned face you think you just wrote gibberish that your brain thought sounded like a normal sentence.

“How long have you been awake?” His voice dripping with concern but his voice buzzed in your ears and bounced around your head for a second before you could process what he said.

“I’ve had 5 hours of sleep this week.” You yawn and look away from his wide eyed expression.

It was Saturday. 11pm.

Your body didn’t have enough energy to even move it felt like.

“Okay,” he dragged out the word and closed your laptop. “Let’s get you to bed yea?” The way he said it made you know there was no changing his mind.

You didn’t want to admit you needed sleep but at the same time your head was throbbing and the thought of cuddling with your Genji was enough to perk you up more.

You mumbled out an okay before trying to stand on wobbly knees, your body feeling light yet heavy at the same time. A flesh hand came to steady you and hold you before you heard a sigh and suddenly you were swept off your feet and being carried to the bedroom.

“You need to take better care of yourself.” Concern laced his words as he placed you on the bed carefully.

“I know I know,” you made a grabby hand motion at him and he smiles, soon making his way to the bed as well, cuddling up beside you. You used his still flesh side as a pillow as he laid on his back. “I’m sorry Genji.”

He ran fingers along your scalp, scratching softly, putting you in a trance. “I know you don’t do field work anymore but you still need to rest.”

“I will, I will.” Was all you could mumble out before almost instantly falling asleep. the last thing you felt was his lips against your forehead.

The next morning Genji barley let you leave the bedroom after you slept for nearly 14 hours. He made you food and sat and ate with you in the bed while the two of you watched Cowboy Bebop. Your work could wait till monday, you just wanted to enjoy the last day of the weekend resting with him.

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Ramattra

you were out for a walk with Ramattra

the spring air buzzed with life as you two passed by trees, bird song filling silence, bees resting on flowers as they bumbled their fat little bodies around

it was a nice walk, one to clear your mind and his systems, just to think and be together

you didn’t see a tree root and you fell and ate dirt, twisting your ankle

“oh ow ow ow ow ow.” you let out a string of curses from behind clenched teeth.

Your ankle throbbed, it felt warm and tingly at the same time, pain shooting through your foot and up your shin. You do what your dumb brain tells you to and you roll it to make sure it’s not broken, thankfully it isn’t but the pain takes the air from your lungs with a sharp gasp.

Ramattra stared down at you on the ground, unmoving as he studied you. He watched as you tried to get back up with only the use of one leg, holding onto a tree for support as you stood with your leg raised like a dog that’s paw got stepped on.

“Fragile things you humans are. You tripped and now you can’t stand?” His voice wasn’t as harsh as it once was many moons ago, but he still said it with some form of exasperation.

You set your foot on the ground, testing it and instantly regretting it as pain erupts again.

You ignore his comment, “Oh gods I don’t know if i can walk back.”

“Weakling.” He said but held out his arm for you to take. There was no malice in his vocal synthesizers.

You did, leaning against him. Thanking him as you both turned around and took a step to head back to base. As you tried to put weight on your ankle you winced and let out a hiss.

“I really fucked myself up good.” You laugh a little as you stare down at your feet.

“Do you need me to carry you?” His voice buzzed with slight concern, you wouldn’t have noticed it unless you had spent enough time with the Omnic, and you have.

You look up at him with a smirk, a look that pokes him, “You goin soft on me Ram?”

He tenses a tiny tiny bit more than he already was, “No!” He said a bit too quickly. “It would take us ages to get back with your condition and I am not going to wait on you. It would be faster for me to carry you there. Simple.”

You ponder for a second, before nodding your head. Why would you ever give up the opportunity to be carried by this giant?

Ramattra let’s out a fake sigh and grabs you by the midsection, lifting you up and placing your butt on his right shoulder. You were expecting to be carried in his arms but sitting on his shoulder was way more fun already. You felt like a bird resting on his broad shoulders.

“Thanks, you big softie.” You pat his head to make your point.

He moves his right arm to hold your hips, keeping you stable and you use his arm as a grip. “I’m not doing this for you.” He grumbled but the way he made sure you weren’t going to fall off said otherwise.

He waited for you to give the word and he started to make his way back, you on his shoulder and enjoying being really tall.

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frickinsleepdeprived · 1 year

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NSFW Tomioka headcanons

Ah yes, I finally gave into temptation... lord forgive me 😅 either way I hope you guys enjoy these headcanons, ya nasties LMAO

***MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. INTERACTING = BLOCKED ACCOUNT***

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Giyuu is, as we all know, reserved and definitely very quiet

However, when you get him alone, a more tender side comes out in him... Unless he's had a hard day or is severely backed up

So you notice this and you ask him what's wrong he just. Pins you to a wall and looks down at you not menacingly but definitely with a look that says "Tonight you're mine and I'll make sure everyone knows it."

Oh yeah, Giyuu has this thing where he likes to make you scream his name to the point where it's almost embarrassing.

He's definitely a switch. I can see him being dominant when he's pent up and just needs to let it out somehow, but when you guys are just having casual sex or even making love he'll definitely be more on the submissive side. Be it giving into your bidding or just wanting to be taken care of

But obviously if you requested the opposite when having casual sex or making love he's more than happy to do so.

He loves giving oral, just the sight of you squirming and writhing from pleasure as he licks your clit is just top teir to him

But when you're giving him head it's almost as if he just completely melts at your touch, and you can't help but bask in the power it gives you

His favorite position is anything that requires him to stare down at you. Be it missionary, laying on your side, or even during morning sex when you're laying down with him, facing him of course.

He feels like it just adds a lot more intimacy whenever he gets to stare at your face making little moans and mewls of ecstasy.

Usually, he prefers morning sex, especially on rainy mornings when you guys can't train. Besides, it's scientifically proven that an hour of sex equals out to about thirty calories that get burned. So good for you guys!

However another time when he prefers having sex is about a day after he gets home from a mission. He takes the day he gets home to relax with you, then he'll take the next day to get whatever aggression he needs to let out get out of his system.

He doesn't like rough sex, simply because he doesn't want to hurt you in any way.

The only time you guys have rough sex is when you're begging for it. I mean like pleading, begging, mascara running kind of begging. He thinks it's really hot lol

He wouldn't try any kind of potentially dangerous kinks (such as knife play) BUT, I have a sneaking suspicion he's really into those wax candles that are specifically made for BDSM/kinks. He'd obviously be super careful of course, and would ask you about ten times over if you're really sure you want to try.

Overall: Giyuu is really respectful when it comes to sex and frankly he's also super wholesome with it too half the time. But the other half is reserved for special ocassions or when you've been especially naughty

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I feel.

So fucking WEIRD AFTER THAT-

But n e wayyyyssssss feel free to leave requests for this kind of content, I need to get familiar with it before I post a project I've been working on. I hope you guys enjoyed the first of the NSFW headcanons. Let me know who you want to see next!

***As a reminder, Minors please do NOT interact with this post***

#kny x you #kny x y/n #kny headcanons #kny x reader #kny #giyuu tomioka #giyuu x reader #kny smut #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x you #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba smut

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 25 days

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because this has been on my mind wrapping up the epilogue, here is a little story about how writing fanfiction for very silly sometimes awesome sometimes genuinely terrible SYFY show the magicians changed my life for real.

i started writing help, i’m alive in may 2020. as i have stated many times on this blog, the overarching goal from which this story sprung was my passionate desire to give quentin coldwater each and every last thing he deserved: i wanted to follow him all the way through a downward spiral, and then i wanted to figure out what it would take for him to climb out of the darkness and make it to somewhere he actually wanted to be. the first part of that, the part that became damage control, was some of the easiest writing i’ve ever done, even accounting for the hours spent google mapping the most depressing road trip of all time. the second part was harder, and not just because it wound up being more than four times as long (lmao). it was thornier; there were more threads to weave through; and, frankly, quentin was so fucked up that it took a lot of effort even to outline what it was he needed in order to change. i had written one story already in which the pivot happened entirely internally, an act of self-forgiveness that proved transformational, and i knew that this time i needed to give him more: actual wants, actual actions, an actual life, with actual ties not just to the people already in his circle but to the world beyond. once i had that outline, the first four chapters flowed pretty easily, anchored by the goal of hitting the story’s first big win, which is when quentin finds a way to fix something for the first time since his magic broke; chapter five was where i got stuck.

by that point, it was fall. i had quit my teaching job mid-pandemic with some modest savings, no back-up plan, and a growing realization that after five years in the classroom, teaching was no longer something i could see myself returning to; working obsessively on this story was, among other things, a great way to quiet the constant humming freak-out of what the fuck i was going to do with my life. in october doing some jump squats after sitting in bed all day i threw my back out so badly i couldn’t walk to the bathroom unassisted and paid a hundred dollars to talk to a telehealth doctor for fifteen minutes for some muscle relaxants. the pain sucked, but so did not knowing whether i was going to be better by election day — i’d signed up to be a poll worker, and i really could have used the money.

i’d started dipping my toe in some local volunteer stuff when i quit, but it was during this time that i signed up for the first time for a particular project i was really excited about joining. i did the zoom training with my camera off because my back still hurt too much to sit up; the follow-up involved scanning and emailing some personal documents and signed agreements. i didn’t do it the next day because, whatever, my back fucking hurt; i didn’t do it the day after that because…? and then, well — then i started feeling like i had missed my chance, and it was too late now.

now, here’s the thing: i say feeling like because by this point i had learned enough about the world that i knew — like, knew — that, objectively, taking a few days to send an email (during a pandemic, while i was having previously established health issues) is not considered by most people to be an unforgivable crime. i knew that i should still send the email. and i also had learned enough about myself that i could actually recognize the thing happening in my brain as an example of the kind of overly self-protective mechanisms in which i have many years of practice; i knew by then that i was an absolute expert at finding reasons to not do things that felt like they were based in truth but were really just cleverly disguised manifestations of fear, because if you do things then bad things might happen, but if you don’t do things then nothing bad happens, except that you ruin your own life. i knew all of this!! i could diagnose and analyze exactly how i was once again perpetuating the same anxiety-driven patterns that had governed so much of my life. i was conscious of the workings of my own unconscious. but i still couldn’t bring myself to send the fucking email. instead i was spending 16 hours a day alternately lying in bed and gingerly pacing in my apartment to regain mobility, feeling like shit about the fact that i wasn’t sending the email and also trying fruitlessly to unpack whatever was going on in chapter five.

the election came five days into this mess, and i did feel well enough to go work the polls. this was a great way to experience election 2020, by the way; i had to leave my apartment at like 3:30 in the morning and by the time the returns started coming in i was too delirious to have any emotions about them whatsoever. it was also, not to be a shill for electoral politics, genuinely kind of inspiring: all these people lining up to Do Democracy, the deployment of translators to assist across languages, the columbia undergrad from the neighborhood we were in i was paired with at the info desk who told me he wanted to go into politics and said very seriously, upon hearing i had a friend in the grad school there, “you should tell them to join the union.” plus, you know, the high of doing something, surrounded by other human beings, at a time when that sort of thing had been in short order for the work-from-home crowd for months, and i personally had recently been confined to my bed for several days.

leaving the site that night, entering my twentieth consecutive hour awake, i felt this weird mix of spiritually rejuvenated and psychologically worse. i had just lived through this physical proof of how doing things is both not that scary and kind of awesome, i had spent a day living in alignment with the kind of person i wanted to be, i felt a fresh rush of love for my city and its people — and i still couldn’t imagine sending the fucking email! it was like i was looking at the thing i wanted most through a pane of glass, and the glass was actually really easy to break, so the only thing stopping me was that i was too much of a baby to do it.

and the thought that i had then, i fucking swear, was: i would be such a fucking hypocrite if i wrote quentin coldwater into a happy ending i’m too cowardly to give myself.

which is, first of all: SOOOOOOOO corny, like omg. unbelievably cringe. embarrassing as hell. but it was also my truth at that moment in time. i had no faith in my own ability to change, but i had spent five months and counting thinking about almost nothing else except the story i was writing in which quentin also has no faith in his ability to change but is brave enough to do it anyway, and i really felt like — i could not live with myself putting these ideas out into the world and refusing to integrate them into my own life. i could not write this promise that something better was possible for quentin if i wasn’t even going to try to make it possible for me. i could, apparently, live forever with my constant self-sabotage, but i couldn’t live with myself making this story a lie (this story being, again, fanfiction for a TV show that was, at its best, so great, and also, at its worst, so, SO stupid).

and like… that worked. i emailed the documents the next day; i attended my first monthly zoom meeting that weekend, during which the election was officially called, which felt like a good omen. i summoned the idea that had presented itself to me that night — don’t be a hypocrite! do what you would want quentin to do! — again a while later when my email got lost in the shuffle and i had to send a check-in following up, and again every other time something came up where my fear had to war it out with my desire. (or, well, most other times — it's a work in progress, and yes, i do still find myself calling upon this logic to this day.)

my life now looks more like the happy ending i wrote quentin into than it did almost four years ago, when i started this story, or even three years ago, when i finished it. it looks more like that future than i ever imagined my life could look when i was writing it, and not just because, as i have mentioned before, a few weeks after my election night revelation, i did do as quentin did and befriend a community-minded extrovert who invited me to join a book club. even the fact that the final part of the epilogue has taken me so much longer than expected is a funny case of life imitating art, because while i have had work and illness and travel and general life stress, i have also had many days in the past few months where i was not very productive because i was simply too busy doing something fun — the kind of never-quite-solved balancing act quentin was set to deal with in the epilogue back when i first started kicking it around, well over two years ago at this point, but which was not really applicable to my own life until basically now. and it sounds even to my own ears so, so, so insane to say this, but it’s true: i can trace every aspect of that shift to the fact that i wrote this story, and that writing it fundamentally changed something inside me for the better. (shout-out to the people in the comments who noted that the story was, in a meta sense, my own version of quentin’s coffee maker; i knew you were right, but i don’t think i knew how right until this recent bout of reflection.)

i don't really know that there's a take-away here, because "quit your job and write four hundred thousand words about a weird TV show with a niche audience" is not exactly universally applicable advice. but if i were to try to find one, i think it would be something like: i felt really crazy and kind of embarrassed the entire time i was writing this story, not because i was writing fanfiction, or because it was incredibly horny and wildly self-indulgent, but because it mattered to me so, so deeply. it was one thing to have a fun goofy hobby, even a fun goofy hobby i took semi-seriously and poured a lot of time and effort into, but it was another to actually, like, care, and to care a lot, which i did. but if i hadn't accepted that this story mattered to me, i don't think it could have been as personally transformational as it wound up becoming. the heart wants what it wants, and you're only going to find out what that is if you're willing to listen to whatever rhythm it beats.

i solved chapter five on the way home from the poll site, by the way. i knew there needed to be some problem with quentin’s first semi-successful attempt to mend the coffee maker, but i couldn’t figure out how it tied in thematically with where he was in his life. on the bus it hit me: quentin and the coffee maker were both trying to remain unbreakable. an appealing idea if you’ve been broken, but one more conducive to stagnancy than to growth; you can stay there for a while, but eventually you need to let yourself want more.

#writing tag #the magicians #isabel 2k24

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prince-liest · 28 days

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I just wanna gush bc omg I love the 666 series so much. I think it made me realize I might be... furry-ish? adjacent? I just find it so satisfying how you go into detail about the unique body features of both of them, the way it feels to have deer ears or kiss a TV and just generally how much thought is put into the way their bodies work, and I've realized that my interest in that kind of idea is a pretty good reason to partake in more explicitly furry media lmao. Anyways

I'm also really in love with how you maintain the balance of each of their personality traits. Vox is simultaneously so pathetic and cringefail (also your dialogue for him is perfect, I can hear it crystal clear in my head) but also he has vastly more emotional intelligence than Alastor, no doubt at least in part because he has to deal with Val, and he's able to marginally calm down with his obsession to deal with sticky situations, but even then he still retains his personality and bumbles things sometimes because of the flaws in said personality! It's great. I also really appreciate the balance you've struck with Alastor, I feel like often Alastor is either written to either soften up so immediately that it feels disconnected from his character or is written overly mean and heartless for my liking and the way you've written him is such a delicious balance between softer aspects such as the prey instincts or moments of vulnerability and his untouchable and manipulative self, and also the way this side of him is neither written as wholly a front or wholly his real nature and the complex ways this makes him struggle with his increasing vulnerability. TL;DR arghgr your characterization is so good it makes me go a little feral

Also while I'm here, I'm curious whether you can give an answer to the degree to which Alastor is touch-averse. There's obviously a lot of ways in which he fundamentally dislikes touch but it also seems like there's at least some kinds of touch where he doesn't dislike the touch itself so much as he's afraid of the way it brings about feelings of caring and/or enjoyment being cared for. I'm curious how much, in general, you would say his touch aversion comes from either cause and possibly what kinds of touch do/don't provoke those flavors of aversion

Omg, what a lovely ask to receive. Honestly, everything you said that you enjoy about how I characterize these two is very much what I've been actively gunning for, so it's an absolute delight to see it outlined back to me. Success!!! Thank you so much!

And ahaha - I'm not a furry but I fucking love inhuman characters. Being raised in the pits of Homestuck fantroll RP made me enjoy the whole "they're bug/fish aliens" thing and it definitely rears its head again any time I encounter characters with inhuman qualities. I love writing Vox's TV/computer-ness and Alastor's deer and radio bits, and integrating them into who they now are as people.

As for Alastor's touch-aversion: It's funny that you ask about this, because the next chapter of 666 is going to dive into it a bit. Specifically into the fact that it's not, like, a set of boundaries that is consistently defined, and I write him that way on purpose. The very first time he and Vox sleep together, Alastor bottoms. He becomes significantly less amenable to touch after he goes through an uncomfortable rut cycle that gets sexual. By the time Vox convinces Alastor to fuck him, Alastor would never let Vox do that again and frankly only agrees to topping because Vox gave him an option that didn't involve getting his dick out. Then in the next episode, they're having clothes-off sexual contact. So, what gives?

Things that play into Alastor's willingness to touch and be touched as far as Vox is concerned:

How does he see Vox at that point in time? Disgustingly entitled (ew)? Hilariously beneath him (haha who cares)?

Does he care about what Vox thinks of him? Does Vox touching him draw his attention to positive or negative assumptions he has about Vox's perspective on doing so?

What value has he attached to this particular touch in the power balance of their relationship? Is he humoring Vox? Does he assume Vox thinks he's owed this? Does he perceive it as something Vox is genuinely doing for him?

Has he tried this particular kind of touch before? He's pretty willing to experiment, but that doesn't mean he'll do something twice without a compelling reason if he didn't like it the first time.

Is he getting off on this situation sexually? If so, is it fully willing (read: not a byproduct of uncomfortable hormones) on his part? That only really happens when he's in a submissive role and Vox is hitting a few very specific kinks, a major one of which is basically CNC tilted 30 degrees to the left.

Is he enjoying the touch in platonic ways? How does he feel about that? Is it a vulnerability to want something? Is it feeding his ego to be catered to? Is he worried that what he enjoys platonically is being read into in ways he doesn't like?

Is he fucking drunk? Things that bother you when sober often seem like a non-issue when you're not, both on a physical and emotional level.

How much touching has been happening recently? Has he hit his limit? Did he deliberately put himself into a situation earlier to have his limit be hit and surpassed, and now he's in the aftermath?

He does have a certain fundamental purely physical dislike of touch, but it's something that is really affected by how he perceives each individual situation as well as his relationship with Vox at that time, and his previous experiences!

#ask #personal #Anonymous #t #hazbin hotel #my writing #666 live on air #I'm not a furry but the perils of being agender aromantic and asexual #aka the full complement of “none of the above” box checks LOL #means that a lot of the time I feel vaguely detached from the ways people tend to even subconsciously define humanity #I think that's where a lot of my appreciation for inhuman traits in very human characters comes from #(also my favorite SFF genre is “non-human entity struggles with very human emotions” as well a la murderbot and imperial radsch)#(ANYWAY. tangent.)#long post

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sortagaysortahigh · 2 years

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Sex Education P.1 | Steve Harrington

A/N: I present the first part of my new series! This follows the childhood friends to fwb to lovers trope, and honestly this first part is very dialogue heavy but it’s important for the plot, i hope yall enjoy :)

Summary: Steve Harrington has an issue, and Y/n Y/l/n is the only one brutally honest enough to help him solve it.

Warnings: SMUT, spelling and grammar errors, cursing, mentions of P*rn*gr*phy, mentions of piss kinks (LMAO THE READER AND STEVE DO NOT HAVE ONE OKAY ITS A FUNNY JOKEY JOKE), mentions of insecurities, talks about secksi time, P in V protected sex, fingering, slight handjobs, steve has a thing for choking and degredation (does not occur YET), praise kinks, mentions of oral (m + f receiving), pet names (baby, pretty girl), honestly just two idiots trying to have sex bye

Word Count: 7.7k

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Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

(He’s like a lost puppy i love him)

Y/n Y/l/n and Steve Harrington had been friends for eight years. The two met on the Hawkin’s Swim Team when they were twelve, and even through the tragedy that was the ‘King Steve’ rise and fall-Y/n still remained close with him. Of course she was always the one to tell him to stop acting like a pompous ass, she was the person that refused to hang out with him when Tommy, Carol, and the rest of their minions were around, and she argued with him constantly because Steve Harrington needed to learn what humility was in high school.

However, falling in love with Nancy Wheeler, then getting his heart broken when she cheated on him with Jonathan Byers was enough to teach him that lesson. Some people were hard headed and had to learn through experience-Steve was one of those people.

Anytime he needed advice he went to Y/n, not because he was for sure going to follow it, but because he knew that she was going to be honest with him. It was one of the reasons that people either loved or hated her, she was always honest, speaking her mind whenever asked, and quite frankly it didn’t bother her when people got upset. If they asked for her input on something, she’d give her input.

Which was the exact reason he showed up to her house at nine in the morning on a Wednesday. He knew her parents weren’t home so he rang her doorbell until the sound woke her up and when she reluctantly opened the door he knew he was in for it-especially at her disheveled state-the oversized Motley Crue shirt, braided hair messy and frizzy, eyes slightly swollen-remnants of sleep still there, and she was lacking in any other clothing from what he could tell. He was definitely in deep shit for waking her up.

She never woke up early on Wednesdays, it was the singular day of the week that she had nothing to do, no work, no school, nothing. It was her time to relax and to sleep in, however Steve had interrupted that and he knew she’d probably rip his head off-but this was an emergency.

He was now pacing back and forth in her bedroom, his hands on his hips while he was lost in thought, Y/n sitting on her bed with the most annoyed expression he’d seen on her face in years. She pulled her large purple comforter around her figure while she reluctantly remained awake. She’d already brushed her teeth-so there was no point in going back to sleep.

When he hadn’t said anything after ten minutes she rolled her eyes, getting out of her bed and walking out of the room-blanket dragging on the floor behind her as she walked. He followed suit, still in thought-trying to formulate his words while she walked down the hallway then into the kitchen.

She was thankful her house only had a main level and a basement-if she had to walk down stairs she would’ve probably pushed Steve.

Once inside of the kitchen she grabbed the water kettle from the stove, filling it up before placing it back on top of the metal burner and turning the gas on-waiting for the familiar ‘clicking’ sound to ensure it was properly ignited before turning the heat down slightly. She then moved away from the stove, leaning against one of the counters-pulling the blanket around herself tighter while staring at Steve.

“Are you going to explain why you felt the need to come here this early? It’s not even ten yet” she sounded tired, and for a few seconds he felt slightly guilty about showing up unannounced. However, he then snapped out of that and nodded his head, hands on his hips while he started pacing again-ignoring the way she groaned.

“I need your help-your advice” she rolled her eyes “with what? What is so urgent that you showed up this early?” he nodded his head while he paced, licking his lips, brows knit together in concentration as he tried to figure out what to say-or how to word things.

“Well, okay so I’ve been running into a problem-an issue-a big one” she nodded slowly-when he glanced at her she widened her eyes, shaking her head slightly with her brows raised-waiting for him to continue “Okay good, you’re listening. So you know how I’ve been going on a lot of dates for the past few months” she nodded her head.

“-Steve stop pacing it’s making me dizzy” he stopped in his steps, now turning to face her before continuing “so I’ve been going on dates-and y’know” before he could finish the kettle started whistling, so she shushed him, walking over to the stove-turning it off before grabbing the kettle-pouring some of the hot water into a yellow mug, then she placed a tea bag inside of it and let it sit.

“So what exactly is your issue with your dates?” he blinked a few times, running his hands through his hair “see the dates aren’t the issue-or maybe they are I can’t really tell-but last night i went on another one” she nodded her head.

“With Brenda right? The blonde with the big tits?” he scoffed “don’t be so vulgar-that’s also kind of objectifying” she blinked, tilting her head in confusion “you literally went after her because she has big tits? But Suddenly I say it outloud and it’s objectifying?” he shrugged “she has a nice personality”

“You sound unsure of yourself, next time practice your lies in front of a mirror with more confidence” his jaw dropped slightly-sure she was right-but she didn’t need to say it that harshly. He watched as she grabbed a spoon and stirred her tea before he sighed.

“Okay fine, yeah it was Brenda with the big tits-but she’s a pretty girl okay!” she nodded ‘you say that about every girl you go out with, I get it you swear you have good taste, airheads with pretty faces are definitely a nice change of pace for you” her sarcasm made him groan, running a hand through his already messy hair-watching as she trailed her eyes along his figure. He knew she was skeptical about something, putting two and two together-realizing he had on the same clothes he was wearing yesterday during their shift with Robin at Family Video.

“Did you really do a walk of shame then show up to my house? Did you even shower? Ew-I already know the answer” he felt himself blushing, the heat in his neck evident-he was slightly embarrassed but he knew it’d pass. She always managed to do that to him, even after eight years it still somehow surprised him that she saw right through him.

“Yes-but that’s not important. So last night, y’know after the date we were getting down to business and I think it was going pretty well, but it was kinda fast? Like abnormally quick?” she blinked a few times “you said this was an emergency-your shitty sex is not reason to wake me up at nine in the morning Steve”

He rolled his eyes “I’m not finished yet! But yeah, I think it’s an emergency-besides you owe me one!” she furrowed her brows, taking a sip of her tea that was already cooling down with the rate that Steve was rambling “-Junior year, the night you lost your virginity” her eyes widened “Yeah, I haven’t pulled that one, I’m cashing in the fake emergency card right now” she scoffed.

“Fine, go on” He nodded his head, a triumphant smile on his face.

“Okay so here’s the issue, everything felt like it was going well, then it just went really fast. Usually it lasts longer than like fifteen minutes-unless it’s one of those moments you get what I mean-anyways I think she faked it?” he sounded unsure of himself, and Y/n could see the insecurity on his features while he ranted.

“Based on the way you’re questioning yourself I’m gonna assume she did, like is it like eating you up or something?” he nodded his head, brows knit together while he pursed his lips inward, hands back on his hips as he took a deep breath.

“It’s not really that-okay well it is-but then this morning she was like ‘the rumors aren’t true huh’ but before I could even ask her about it she kicked me out, then I drove across town here” she blinked a few times, taking another drink from her tea.

“The rumors as in the bullshit ‘king steve has a big dick’ rumors or the ones about you being some sex God?” he blinked a few times, the evident blush on his face making Y/n snicker.

“Once again-vulgar. But I guess? I’d say the ladder? I think I’m pretty gifted downstairs” she scoffed “I’ve always thought you were the one who started the big dick rumor-it makes sense now that you say that out loud” he rolled his eyes, taking another breath.

“That’s not important right now Y/n, okay but be honest with me here-you’re like my best friend-” she gave him a faux look of appreciation-jutting her bottom lip before mumbling an ‘aw how cute’ to which he rolled his eyes in response.

“Like I was saying, you’re my best friend-” she cut him off “get on with it Harrington, my tea is getting cold” he nodded his head, now he was nervous-granted he’d been somewhat nervous the entire time he was explaining things, but the expectant look on her face had his palms sweating.

“Do you think I’m bad at sex? Not that we’ve like had sex or anything but if we did and if I was bad at sex would you tell me?” He rambled on and she couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out of her lips. He groaned, throwing his head back slightly “Y/n! It’s not funny! I need you to be honest here!”

She nodded, clearing her throat, holding in a giggle “okay, sorry. Are you sure you want me to be honest here?” he furrowed his brows “obviously!” she nodded again, placing her mug on the countertop.

“You talk about all of the fucking you do so often that I assume you’re decent at sex and really overconfident mostly because you also never really sleep with the same girl twice. I’d say out of ten you're a six, like you make a girl cum once but that's it” he scoffed, looking taken aback by her words, swallowing harshly as he pursed his lips together-holding in a breath.

“I’m sorry-that was kind of mean-but you wanted me to be honest and Stevie, as much as I love you, you don’t seem like some sex God to me, but I mean hey! You’re only twenty so like you have time to figure things out!” she tried to cheer him up, his confidence clearly taking a hit by her brutal honesty. But when he remained silent, now staring anywhere but her-she rolled her eyes, walking around the kitchen island he stood behind-then pulling him into a hug-slightly wrapping the blanket around him as well.

He hugged her back, his head resting in the crook of her neck while he groaned.

She knew he was feeling insecure, and as much as she wanted to literally smack some sense into him, she knew that Steve was the person who needed comfort and what she considered to be ‘soft love’, rather than tough love. She started swaying back and forth slightly with him-hoping that it would help-and it clearly did based on the way a muffled laugh left his lips before the two pulled apart.

“What would I do without you?” she shrugged “probably cry into your pillows” he rolled his eyes-however as he held eye contact with her an idea popped into his head. There was a fifty-fifty chance that she’d agree to it-more like twenty-five seventy-five, but the worst she’d do is slap him. Actually, she’d probably do worse but that wasn’t on his mind right now.

She looked confused while he stared at her, something clearly on his mind.

“Spit it out Harrington” he blinked rapidly, nodding his head.

“What if-hear me out before you hit me okay?-what if you helped me figure things out” Y/n was confused, her eyes slightly squinted while her brows knit together as she craned her neck forward the slightest bit. “Helped you figure things out how exactly? Like am I supposed to be your sex therapist, I’m an English major Steve-I don’t know shit about psychology or sexology or whatever they call it”.

He nodded his head a few times, in all reality he was trying to get himself to say it out loud-but asking his best friend to be in a friends with benefits relationship in order to help him figure out how to get better at sex wasn’t really something that could just casually be said. Especially when his best friend happened to be one of the most beautifully intimidating people he’d ever met.

Y/n was every guy’s type-it wasn’t an opinion-it was a fact. Not because she was beautiful and hot-well that clearly played a role in things-but because she carried herself with confidence. She was smart, funny, a complete dork when she was comfortable with someone, and she was always honest-even if that would eventually be her downfall in any situation. She knew who she was-and even if she didn’t she acted as if she did-and that was enough to bring a plethora of attention her way.

But she always brushed guys off, she was picky about the people in her life-whether that be platonically or romantically. All of which only made this more difficult for Steve, and yet he was holding on to the hope that if she were to decline his extremely forward request that she wouldn’t completely cut him off after smacking him and cursing him out.

“But you do know about sex” she blinked a few times “I’m pretty sure everyone over the age of sixteen knows about sex?” he nodded his head, biting his lip for a second before he started rambling.

“Yeah, so you’re totally completely right, but what if I wanted you to uh-physically help me in that aspect. Not like totally unreciprocated or anything like that-I mean sure i’d appreciate a blow job-but that’s totally not necessary at all uh unless you’d want to-not saying you would! But what if we were to have-y’know-uh sex-together-as friends though! As friends in order to get better at it?”

She blinked a few times, processing his words while she took a few steps away from him.

“What the fuck Steve?” he swallowed slightly, his entire face, neck, ears, and chest felt like they were on fire and he was almost positive that she could see how red he was getting.

“You don’t have to say yes, uh, it’s just a thought! An idea! I mean I totally don’t know much about how you are in the sack-not saying that this is what that’s about! But I figured you’re the only girl I know that would be brutally honest with me after the fact, or even during-kind of like giving instructions but more like giving direction if that makes sense? Once again you don’t have to say yes-I totally get that-I’ve never seen you naked-you’ve never seen me naked-not that I want to see you naked I mean sure it’d be cool-but not necessary no-uh-uhm yea”

Y/n held the blanket around her figure while she stared at him, blatant confusion across her features as she tried to process what it is he was saying, granted the idea wasn’t terrible-but she wasn’t entirely sure about just jumping straight into bed with Steve Harrington.

Yes he was her best friend, but she’d never exactly slept with any of her friends, granted-if she were to sleep with any of them she’d probably pick Steve over the rest of them. He was a sweetheart when he wasn’t being a try hard douchebag, he was great with kids, he made her laugh, he wasn’t ugly whatsoever-and his hair was really soft, plus she trusted him which was probably the number one thing that she needed before having sex with anyone.

Not to mention that while she had experience, she knew that she could honestly benefit from trying things out and figuring out what she did and didn’t enjoy past the realm of vanilla sex-and who better to try it with than her obnoxious-yet attractive-best friend.

“So you want me to have sex with you in order for you to get better at having sex?” he slowly nodded his head “So I’m like your test dummy or some shit?” his eyes widened and he immediately started shaking his head “no-no not at all-I uh was hoping it’d be mutually beneficial?” she blinked a few times.

“Steve, you literally could’ve just asked if I wanted to be friends with benefits with you. There’s a literal term for it. If I were to agree to this we’d have to have common ground, and written rules-preferably in a pink glitter gel pen.”

His heart was practically pounding against his chest as she nodded, it was as if a wave of relief had set in-but another wave of anxiety was hitting at the thought of sleeping with Y/n because what if he really was as bad as he thought-or what if he was worse. She’d have to experience that.

It was like Y/n could read her mind as she rolled her eyes, walking over to the dining room table-grabbing her bag that she’d left there the night before-pulling out the pouch she carried her pens in and a notebook

“Get out of your head Harrington, if we have sex and it’s bad I’ll tell you how to fix it” she spoke as she faced away from him, his eyes widening while he watched her sit down on one of the wooden chairs, uncapping the pen before writing on the paper in front of her-she then looked back at him. “Come sit down, we don’t have all day, I’m going back to sleep when we finish here, you can either stay, take a shower, and nap with me-or go home-it’s really up to you.”

He blinked a few times, nodding his head as he rushed across the kitchen-his shoes squeaking against the tiled floors before he made it to her dining table, pulling the chair next to her out and sitting down-watching her write ‘FWB Rules’ followed by ‘if either party breaks any of these rules, the deal is off and Steve can continue to be bad at sex’.

He scoffed “really? You didn’t need to write that” she shrugged “I may or may not be agreeing to let you fuck me and you’re bothered that I said you’re bad at sex-when you admitted that Brenda faked it then basically told you you’re bad at sex” he blinked twice, rolling his eyes “you don’t have to always be so blunt y’know”

“Stop complaining and c’mon we need to figure this out, but I have a non-negotiable clause. You can’t sleep with anyone else if we’re having sex-I’m dead serious. You don’t sleep around, I don’t sleep around.” he nodded his head, watching as she wrote it down.

Something about that gave him butterflies-but he chose to ignore them-instead focusing on her writing everything out on the page, then she moved to rule two, and without even saying anything she wrote ‘talk about new things first-don’t automatically try them without asking’, and when she glanced at him he nodded his head in approval.

That’s how the next twenty minutes went, the two of them going back and forth over the rules and figuring out what should be set in stone-or in this case set in pink glitter gel pen ink.

Then they moved to a category Y/n listed as ‘off limits’.

“So what exactly is off limits for you? Cause for me, I’m cool with just about anything other than like pissing-Don’t look at me like that! The only reason I know is because I had to restock the porn section okay!” She slowly nodded her head, a look of disgust evident on her features while she wrote ‘Pissing - Steve claims he learned it from th-’ he took the pen from her hand-scratching out the latter half before giving the pen back.

“You’re childish Harrington” he scoffed “Me? I’m childish-you’re the one who wrote that down!” she shrugged “it was funny! Anyways-back to what matters” he nodded his head, staring at her expectantly “you’re supposed to answer the question Y/n” she knit her brows together, eyes scanning along the paper in front of her as she thought about what would truly be ‘off limits’ for her.

“Honestly, I don’t know? Is that weird?” he shrugged “does that mean I can try the backdoor?” His joke made her choke on air, coughing a few times before looking up at him, her lips parted as she stared at him in shock. “No! Oh my god! Steve!” she didn’t hesitate to smack his arm “My ass is off limits Harrington!” he rolled his eyes “why? This is supposed to be a learning experience-trying new things with someone you trust-all that jazz?” she scoffed.

“No! You’re not fucking me in the ass! Jesus Christ, that one of your fantasies or something?” he looked away as she said that-his gaze now focused on the page in front of her, making her eyes widen “Steve! Oh my god it is!” he rolled his eyes “Shut it Y/l/n” she clicked her tongue while wiggling her brows a few times, now teasing him “I thought you were a boob guy?” he was officially blushing again.

“Can’t a man want the best of both worlds?” she scoffed “so you’re saying you’d fu-” he cut her off “don’t start with me! I really don’t wanna get hard right now Y/n-and you’re making things difficult for me, either write down that your ass is off limits or shut it so we can move on!”

She couldn’t stop her laughter-she tried to control it when he groaned and ran a hand through his hair-however she only laughed harder-holding her sides while the comforter slumped against her legs and the back of the chair.

Usually Steve saying something like that would’ve had her slightly flustered-but given their current circumstance she couldn’t help but laugh. She was comfortable enough around him to be open to being his friend with benefits-so hearing him talk about getting hard at the idea of anal only made her giggle like a schoolgirl. Honestly it wasn’t that funny, however the way that Steve looked so frustrated only made her laugh more-her eyes practically watering while she tried to calm herself down.

“I’m sorry-please Steve-fix your face-it’s funny okay!” he rolled his eyes, the evident rose tint on his cheeks only getting worse as she laughed.

Once she finally calmed down she wrote ‘Full blown anal - for now’, which only made him blush even more. She shoved him lightly “relax, I’m not judging your fantasies!”

Little did Y/n know that a lot of his fantasies involved her, it was the entire reason that he was blushing so much. He could talk about this with almost anyone else and be fine-but with Y/n-especially knowing that she might actually be saying yes to the entire arrangement had his mind melting into a pile of mush.

“So you’ll let me do it” she shushed him, rolling her eyes before adding ‘anything foot related’ to the list, earning a hum of agreement from Steve. With that she drew two lines, writing her signature on one before handing him to pen-shifting the page towards him.

“Sign it Harrington” he raised a brow “if I sign it does that mean that this-” he motioned between the two of them with the pen “-is gonna happen?” she rolled her eyes “You’re so obnoxious, because I genuinely trust you-and because I think we could both benefit from our weird twisted fucked up version of Sex Ed-yes. But if you do anything out of line, I’ll cut off your dick and put it in my dad’s meat grinder” She deadpanned as she stared at him.

He slowly nodded his head at her words, then he signed the page before putting the cap back on the pink pen.

“Question-” she groaned “what now?” “Does this mean-” he pointed to the clause surrounding butt stuff “-that I’m allowed to eat your ass?” she gasped, jaw dropping.

“I’m going back to sleep you pervert, you know the rules, but if you stay you have to shower” She stood up, shoving the notebook and pen into her backpack-grabbing it alongside her blanket before making her way back to her bedroom. He quickly stood up and followed behind her.

“It was just a question!” she shook her head, rolling her eyes while she walked ahead of him “Steve you’re not eating my ass the first time! Jesus! You’re such a perv!” he scoffed, mumbling “It’d probably feel good” as the two walked into her bedroom.

He knew his way around her house and room like the back of his hand, practically memorizing the layout of everything years ago-it didn’t take him long to open the bottom drawer of her white dresser, grabbing one of his shirts and a pair of sweats-after sifting through the clothes he’d left at hers over the past few months anytime he showered there or stayed over because he and his father were fighting.

Then he kicked off his shoes and made his way to the bathroom across the hall.

“Get your own towels Steve!” he turned back, looking at her through the doorway “Nope” she scoffed, rolling her eyes-knowing she’d have to put a new set in the bathroom again. It wasn’t the first time he used hers-claiming they were ‘fluffier than the rest of the ones in the house’ which was true but it still slightly annoyed her.

However she simply got back into her bed, moving some of her excess pillows off of the bed-knowing Steve was most likely going to sleep next to her after his shower-then she pulled a few blankets over herself and put all of her efforts into falling back asleep.

By the time she woke up it was closer to three in the afternoon, Steve’s arm wrapped around her waist as his face was nuzzled into her neck-her back pressed to his chest-and she was enveloped in his warmth-however when she tried to move-she felt something nudging against her lower back-her eyes widening.

Her mind raced while she tried to figure out the best way to move, of course he was hard right now-it wasn’t the first time they’d woken up like this-usually she just shoved him off of her and followed it with ‘Ew Steve, really? Go fix that or something!’ however this time it felt different-probably because she’d agreed to being friends with benefits with him-and something about that lit a small fire in her body that she tried her best to ignore.

He groaned against her skin “you smell so good” she rolled her eyes, the rasp in his voice bringing heat to her cheeks “Y’know-we could try something right now” his lips brushed against her heated skin as he spoke, then he peppered a few light kisses along her neck.

“You’re such a perv Harrington” he smiled at her words, she tried to say them as confidently as possible, however he noticed the way they slightly wavered. He laughed slightly, nodding his head, the slight stubble along his chin tickling her skin-making her let out a soft giggle.

She shoved him back slightly-now rolling over to face him “you’re such a dweeb” he scoffed, a smile on his face “Coming from the one who reads Lord of the Rings before going to sleep at night” she rolled her eyes “it’s good to read before bed asshole, besides, it’s interesting!” he raised his brows at her.

“Have you always been this pretty?” she rolled her eyes again “Is this how you sweet talk all the girls?” he smiled at that “only you-the other girls usually take the compliments. You like to argue over them-always have” she tried to hold in her smile, pursing her lips inwards at his words. “See, even now you wanna argue” she shoved him slightly-however he grabbed her hand-interlocking their fingers together with a smirk on his face.

It wasn’t the first time they’d held hands-actually Y/n usually held his hand when she was nervous about something, or when she was trying to get him to follow her somewhere. She’d always been touchy with Steve-but right now the feeling of their hands together only made the fire within her burn hotter.

“Quit it!” he smiled, biting his bottom lip “quit what?” “doing that! And stop giving me your ‘fuck me eyes’!” he scoffed “I do not have fuck me eyes” she nodded her head “oh you absolutely do Steve-you’re giving me them right now as we speak” he bit his lip again “is it working?” she had to stop herself from smiling again-instead opting to stay quiet.

“It is working isn’t it” she rolled her eyes “You’re an idiot” he nodded his head “Y’know I like being degraded sometimes, keep going” she couldn’t stop laughing at his words-the two were holding eye contact.

Then he gently moved his hand that was holding hers-pushing her onto her back before holding himself up above her. She raised her brows at him “so dearest Stevie, are we about to have sex?” he faked a ‘lost in thought’ expression “I think so, I’m gonna need a few pointers-don’t be mean to me though-unless you choke me first” her eyes widened at his words.

“Steve!” he licked his lips “what! You gotta get used to the shit I’m into, and I gotta get used to the shit you’re into! We have to talk about it sometime, it’s written in pink-set in stone” she rolled her eyes-the smile on her face evident. He gave her an expectant look “well, I’m waiting to know what I can and can’t do-or rather what you want me to do”

“You make having sex with you difficult Harrington” he nodded his head a few times “usually I’m a lot smoother, besides I’m painfully hard right now-and if you want to just go with the flow we can-but I just gotta know if that’s what you want” she laughed at him again, nodding her head “that’s fine Steve”

With that he leaned down, his lips against her jawline-peppering open mouthed kisses along her warm skin, then he moved down her throat-now taking time to leave wet kisses along her skin, sucking lightly-earning a few small whimpers from her-then he found her sweet spot right below her ear and as he sucked a mark into her skin she moaned, her hands now slightly gripping the sheets under her.

He smirked at the sound of her moans and whimpers-he was committed to making her feel good, he wanted their arrangement to work out-and most importantly he wanted to please Y/n, of course he knew he’d need pointers and direction-but he didn’t want that to stop this.

He moved one of his hands off of the bed, now supporting his weight with his left arm, his right hand trailing along her figure, sliding under her t-shirt-fingers gently brushing against her warm skin as he shifted the shirt up. She moved her hands-tugging the shirt up before shoving him back slightly, giving her just enough room to pull it off-tossing it on the ground-his eyes widening at the sight of her bare chest.

She bit back a laugh at the sight of his wide eyes staring right at her tits, his jaw dropping while he looked down at her.

“So is this usually how you react to seeing tits?” he shook his head, gaze still focused on hers, licking his lips slightly “n-no, only yours-jesus christ, they’re so nice, fuck-look at you” with that he went back to trailing kisses along her skin-his right hand now cupping her right breast, squeezing it and needing into the flesh-leading her to moan-then he kissed along her left side, leaving marks in her soft skin, bringing her nipple into his mouth-earning a series of loud elicit moans.

She arched her back slightly as he sucked against her hardened peak, using his fingers to tug at the other one while he ground his teeth against her before switching sides-making sure he left marks along both of her tits-lapping his tongue over them-listening to her whimpers.

“You’re so sensitive-fuck-” she nodded her head at his words, her hands now moving to his hair-feeling the soft brown locks as she tugged at them-causing him to moan against her skin “keep doing that and I might cum in my fucking pants” he spoke with slight dominance, his tone shift made her whimper while she nodded her head.

“St-Steve as good as that feels-I need you to fuck me or something” he bit his lip, moving back, looking up at her while nodding his head. He sat up, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the ground-her brows knit together at the sight of his chest hair “when did you decide to keep it?” he scoffed “not important right now baby” he sounded somewhat desperate, eyes focused on her figure below him.

If someone were to tell him that he’d be having sex with his best friend two weeks ago he’d laugh at them and probably reply with ‘Y/n? She’d kick my ass before that could happen’. He was still processing this happening-and part of him was even nervous about it.

She knew-she always knew when he was nervous-so she sat up on her elbows, looking up at him “I promise I won’t judge you if you’re bad at sex” her joking tone broke the ice, he rolled his eyes, laughing at her, while she winked at him-then she moved one of her arms-pulling him back down “now c’mon, I want your hands” he nodded his head, sliding his right hand between their bodies all the while Y/n pulled him into a kiss.

Her lips felt so soft against his, the two molded perfectly together, and as he gained confidence she let him lead the way, one of her hands in his hair-lightly tugging at it while the other was on his side-fingers gently grazing his heated skin. All the while he slid his hand into her panties-earning a whimper from her as he did his best to gather her wetness on two of his fingers-sliding them along her cunt before attempting to find her clit.

She pulled away from the kiss, slightly out of breath, feeling his fingers lightly brush against the hood above her clit “a little lower-fuck-right there Steve-shit” she spoke between moans, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he rubbed soft circles into her clit “a little harder-oh fuck Steve”

He bit his lip at the sound of her moaning his name, it made his heart race and ears ring, he was painfully hard at this point, cock straining against the cotton of his sweats. He was focused on her-his gaze held her face, watching as her eyes fluttered closed, moans leaving her lips.

“M-more, your fingers Steve” her words had a slight slur to them, but he nodded his head, shifting his hand lower, one finger gently grazing her entrance-sliding into her. He started off too fast, Y/n grabbing his forearm “slow down-just like that” he nodded his head, moving his finger in and out of her, curling it against her walls. She noticed him changing the angle-a dopey smile on her face “a little higher-yeah-oh fuck-Steve-Steve” she dragged his name in a moan, her eyes shutting as he hit that soft velvety spot inside of her.

“A-another one-please-” he had to hold in a moan at her whiny tone his brows knit together in concentration while he slid a second finger into her sopping hole, he did his best to keep the same angle, curling his fingers as they moved in and out of her “faster-please” she whimpered-her head thrown back against the plush pillows-Steve leaning down-trailing more kisses along her neck.

“Just like that-I’m gonna cum-fuck Steve-fuck” her breathing picked up, her hands now on his back-fingers digging into his skin as she moaned, her back arching into his figure, toes curling, as the coil in her abdomen tightened, she was so close “keep going-please-please” he nodded his head “c’mon pretty girl, just like that” his words made her whimper, her orgasm overtaking her system as she moaned Steve’s name, his fingers coated in her slick.

As she came down from her high, she smiled, biting her bottom lip while she opened her eyes-looking right at him. “You’re not that bad after all” he scoffed “you’re obnoxious” she nodded “and you’re a slut, next comment?” he blushed at her words “what’d I tell you about that?” she raised her brows “I’m not choking you and doing all that dominatrix shit today”

“Thank god because I really wanna fuck you” she nodded her head “of course you do” he groaned “stop being a smart ass for five minutes” with that she rolled her eyes, pointing to the table to her right “condoms are in there prince charming” he reached over, and in the moment Y/n trailed her eyes along his figure, watching as his muscles flexed while he moved-then she moved to his chest, moving down, biting her lip at his evident happy trail leading to the large tent in his pants-and she couldn’t even stop herself from trailing a hand along his skin-then sliding it right under his waistband-a loud moan leaving his lips the second she gripped the base of his cock.

“Oh-oh shit” she smirked at the sound of his moans, slowly sliding her hand along the length of his cock-slightly surprised at how big he actually was. He let out heavy breaths, finally finding the condoms, pulling one out and ripping it open with his teeth. “As much as I love the feeling of you touching my dick, I’m gonna cum in my fucking pants if you don’t stop”

She couldn’t stop the giggle that left her lips, and it only made Steve moan, feeling the way she pulled his cock out of it’s restraints-jerking him off as it rested against his stomach, her thumb spreading his precum along the tip-all while she stared up at him. He bit his bottom lip, hooded eyes looking down at her all the while he tried to hold his composure. He kicked off his sweats in a fast motion, trying to catch his breath while she stroked his cock.

“Are you always like this? So needy Steve?” he moaned at her words “shut the fuck up Y/n, you’re pissing me off” he spoke through clenched teeth, his eyes shut for a second before he looked down at her, the smirk on her face only motivating him to ruin her-granted he knew that it wouldn’t necessarily happen today-but by the end of whatever this was between the two-he’d have her in tears begging.

She took the condom from his shaky hand, pulling it from the aluminum, tossing the trash on the floor next to their clothes before sliding it onto his cock.

“For what it’s worth-you do have a big dick” even through the fog in his mind he managed to laugh at that, rolling his eyes while she lined him up with her cunt, one hand pulling her panties to the side-the other gripping his cock.

“c’mon Harrington-fuck me” her teasing tone was all it took for him to bottom out inside of her in one quick stroke, her eyes squeezed shut as she whimpered-she felt so full her mind hazy and as he tried to move she gripped his bicep “I need a sec-fuck Steve-so big-oh my God”

He had to admit, that was an ego boost, but he simply nodded his head, giving her time to adjust to the fullness and the stretch-her grip on his bicep eventually loosening as she nodded her head, swallowing harshly “okay-you can move-” he slowly pulled out of her until just the head of his cock was there-then he slowly thrusted inside of her, ignoring the way her soft moans tugged at his heart strings.

“You can go a little faster Steve-I promise I’m not made of glass” he nodded his head, picking up his pace just the slightest bit-earning loud whimpers and moans from her. He was filling her to the brim and she loved every second of it. Her hands moving to his back-gripping his skin, nails slightly digging into it as he found a smooth rhythm.

He kissed her as he fucked into her, one of her hands now in his hair while she kissed him back, their lips moving in sync-tongues against one another as they fought for control of the kiss-however when Steve realized he was losing, he picked up the pace of his hips-earning a loud moan from her as she tugged on his hair-breaking apart from the kiss for a few seconds.

“Y-you asshole” he smirked-lips centimeters away from hers “gotta-keep you on your toes” he spoke between thrusts, she whimpered, biting her bottom lip and as great as it felt-she needed more “I c-can’t c-cum like this” he furrowed his brows at her broken words, keeping his rhythm up, moving his upper body up slightly, his right hand shifting between their bodies-two fingers finding her clit-earning a loud whine from her.

“This good?” she nodded her head “just like that-fuck just like that-so good Steve-so fucking good” he moaned at her praise, her toes slightly curling as she felt the coil in her abdomen forming again, and as her cunt fluttered around his cock-Steve knew she was getting close.

He moaned as she did it again, having to mentally remind himself not to finish until she did-but fuck the way she was squeezing him, moaning his name, the way her fingers gripped his skin-and the sight of her below him-was all driving him insane. She looked so ethereal-the way her swollen lips parted and hooded eyes looked right at her, the thin layer of sweat coating her body-he wanted to memorize this moment in time forever-she looked so beautiful like this.

He shifted his hips-albeit accidentally-but she moaned “right there-fuck-right there Steve-so good-fuck” her words were choked out, her senses slightly overwhelmed by pleasure, as she looked at Steve-the two holding eye contact while he fucked into her. “C’mon pretty girl, just like that” she nodded her head, feeling the pleasure overtake her senses, her vision slightly blurring as her head fell back, eyes squeezed shut while her nails dug into his skin-sure to leave marks-her orgasm bursting through her body.

It didn’t take long for Steve to follow suit, letting out a loud moan as he came-the two in the same position for a few minutes-both coming down from their high before he slowly pulled out of her-tugging the condom off-tying it-then tossing it into the trash can near her desk.

Then he collapsed next to her-the two of them catching their breath staring at the ceiling.

“So out of ten what would you give that?” she giggled at his question, grabbing the sheet and pulling it over her bare figure.

“I’d say a seven” he scoffed “seriously? After all that?” she rolled her eyes “did you expect a perfect ten?” The two turned to look at eachother at the same time, Steve now pulling part of the sheet over his lower body.

“I mean that was at least an eight” she knit her brows together “no, definitely a seven, you need a lot of direction-and also the way you literally fucked into me at first-that shit was a lot-I should dock you a point for that. There’s a time and place for that”

His jaw dropped slightly “are you serious?” she nodded her head “dead serious, I felt like you split me in two-and yea sure sometimes that’s hot and all-but that’s the kind of sex you wanna have after arguing or something-y’know it’s okay to go slow sometimes” he bit his lip at her words.

“Also, do you eat pussy usually?” he blushed at her words, eyes widening again, she rolled her eyes “Steve-we just had sex-I can say pussy-get a grip” he let out a ‘pssh’ sound before answering her question “uh when I was in a relationship yea-but usually not during my random hookups” she nodded slowly “why?” he didn’t really know the answer to her question.

“I mean like if a girl gives me head then yea I’ll do it, but I don’t like jump to do it all the time” she squinted at him, confusion evident on her features “you literally asked me if you could eat my ass, and you don’t eat pussy regularly?” he bit his lip “I mean if you want me to eat you out, I’ll do it right now without a doubt-I enjoy doing it-I just don’t really like doing it to random girls I guess?”

“You’re such a weirdo Harrington-but we can save that for a different day-I think your face would make a nice seat” his eyes widened at that and he started blushing-she even went as far to poke him in the nose as she spoke “you have a big nose-it’d feel good” he nodded his head, almost entranced at her words.

“But today, overall you get a seven out of ten, but I’m glad you found my clit-already doing better than my ex, now get up, you’re helping me wash my sheets” he groaned, laying closer to her-nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck-wrapping an arm around her “why can’t we just lay here all day” she smiled at that, rolling her eyes.

“When my parents get home at seven and see you in my bed naked you can explain everything to them” he groaned “okay what if I put my clothes on?”

“Get up Harrington, besides you have work at six, can’t just abandon Rob”

“Fine-and out of ten I’d rate you an eight-you’re a good instructor-but you whine a lot” she scoffed, hitting him slightly

“Asshole!”

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