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mechanic eddie is so hot that id break my car on purpose to see him

The Tune-Up

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, unprotected sex / PIV sex / semi-public sex, dry humping, really shitty and poorly research car mechanic details

So maybe you intentionally bought a clunker when your last car finally bit the dust. Maybe you found a perpetual lemon of a car that you positively knew would conk out on you every other week meaning you just happen to need to take it to the shop all the time. The shop with the hot mechanic who always has his greased up coveralls pulled down and tied around his waist, revealing the tattoos and muscle and sinew that you could look at for hours on end.

So what?

It's the fourth time this month that you have had to roll your hunk of junk into his garage, and you check your make up in the rear view mirror before hopping out, arranging your hand casually on your hip as you see him walking up, wiping his hands on a rag.

"Eddieeeee. It's making that clanking sound again," you call out in a sing-song voice. Eddie gives you a lopsided grin and sweeps his messy curls up into a ponytail, giving you the perfect view of his stretching pecs beneath his thin tank top.

"You know you don't have to keep abusing that poor car just to see me. You can just ask me out, sweetheart."

Your heartbeat leaps into your throat and your jaw trembles.

"I...that's...I..."

"I'm just messin' with you!" Eddie chuckles at your sudden speechlessness and grabs a wrench, kicking the creeper in front of him and flopping down on it to roll under your car on his back.

The moment he disappears you bite your lip to contain a groan. The man is just so fucking fine. You tilt your head to take in the flexing of his thighs - his lower half the only thing visible right now - under the material of his coveralls. Your appreciation is cut short, however, when he rolls out only a moment after.

“You’re staring, sweetheart,” he says with a cheeky grin, rolling back out from under your car but remaining on his back on the roller.

You look away abruptly at being caught.

“You know my car really does just suck and break and stuff,” you argue lamely in answer to his earlier question. Eddie barks out a laugh and rests his arms behind his head so he can relax there while staying reclined and looking up at you. It gives him a perfect vantage point up your skirt, but he keeps his eyes trained on your face.

“How do you know I don’t keep rigging it to break myself so you have to keep coming back here?” Eddie says in a lilting tease. Your gaze snaps back to him and he raises his eyebrows in a challenge. You feel your entire body come alive at the implication of his statement but try to calm your heart beat by remembering that he's always this flirty.

"Oh yeah? Angling for more chocolate chip cookies there, Munson?" you ask, referring to the fact that you'd brought him cookies as an additional tip during the last few tune ups. Eddie licks his lips and looks you up and down slowly in a way that has your stomach flipping. It's almost like he's considering something. His smile is large when it seems like he's made his decision.

"Angling for a kiss is more like it."

Blood rushes to your ears. If he said anything else, you wouldn't be able to hear it because suddenly you're feeling like you're going to pass out and your vision narrows to the point that he's the only thing you can see.

It's late in the day on a Friday and Eddie's the only one in the shop for closing. You know that. It's why you come on those days in particular, to ensure you get him all on your own. The garage door is open to an empty street that's far enough off the beaten path that you don't think any passersby will be ambling around anytime soon.

So you drop your bag, inhale sharply to hold your breath, and step forward so that you stand with your feet planted on either side of his stretched out legs. Eddie's smile widens with surprise that you've actually taken the bait, but his eyes widen even more when you drop down to straddle his lap.

He'd expected you, at most, to kneel down beside him and playfully peck his cheek. Worst case scenario you'd tell him off for his cheekiness.

But here you are, skirt fanned out around to obscure the fact that you are now pelvis to pelvis. You drop your hands to his chest, fisting fingers in his dirty tank top over the knot of his coverall arms tied at his waist.

"Do you want payment before services or after?" you ask, voice surprisingly steady in spite of the rush of nerves and excitement coursing through your veins. Eddie looks dumbfounded for only a split second before the cocky attitude is back. His hands find your thighs and grip you, holding you down against the most intimate part of him.

"How 'bout a down payment to start with?" he asks, sliding his hands up your hips and to your waist, most likely leaving the material smudged with grease. You don't care at all, of course. He could cover your whole body in grease if it meant you got to feel his hands on you everywhere.

So you lean down and bring your lips to his. Your initial intent is a quick peck. But after your mouths meet, Eddie's lips part to let out a sinful moan and suddenly one of his hands is cupping the back of your neck to keep you down on top of him. The peck becomes a kiss, and even that morphs into something a lot more dirty and a lot less dignified.

Not that there's anything dignified about straddling your mechanic in the first place.

"Wow. I never want another fucking chocolate chip cookie ever again," Eddie grunts against your neck once he's pulled away to give you a chance to breathe. You giggle but it turns into a moan as he proceeds to immediately suck a hickie into the skin of your throat.

"I'm glad this form of payment works - ah! Works for you!" you say breathlessly as he moves his lips up to drag and suck at the spot behind your ear. His hands grip your waist so tightly that you feel yourself sinking against him as snug as you can get, the pulse between your legs becoming more and more insistent.

"I'm sorry, but your cash is no longer any good here, baby," Eddie rumbles into your skin and all the laughter stops because in that moment you feel the heat emanating from yourself and from him and that is the exact second that you feel his hardness nudging against you.

You pull back to make eye contact, find him glassy eyed and kiss bitten and rumpled staring back up at you.

"Well I guess we can get that figured out when you finish the job," you whisper, experimentally swirling your hips. Eddie's feet plant more firmly on the floor to keep the motion from pushing the roller, and his now bent thighs create a slope that causes you to slide further down and into his crotch. You both groan collectively at the increased contact.

"I already finished actually. So we can discuss payment now," Eddie says, leaning up and capturing your lips again. You pull back a second later, however, when his words finally register.

"What do you mean you already finished?"

"I just had to tighten a bolt," Eddie says with a grin, lifting up the wrench he had abandoned at his side the moment you'd dropped down on him. Your eyes narrow and your heart skips a beat at the implication.

"How did you know that's all that needed to be done?"

Eddie's grin becomes sheepish, as you anticipated. He drops the wrench back on the ground and rubs the back of his neck.

"I might have....uh....left it a little loose after your last visit. Just to make sure you'd....you know. Brighten this shop up again soon."

You try your best to hide the massive smile threatening to burst out on your face. But you make sure to ask the first question on your mind.

"My car couldn't have, like, fallen apart on the highway or anything with that bolt loose could - ,"

"Oh fuck no!" Eddie cuts you off, gripping at your waist suddenly with how fervent he is in his need to assure you. "I would never have let you drive it if it was dangerous." He averts his eyes before looking back at you with humor sparkling in them. "Now did I want it to make a harmless loud noise so suspicious you had to come back in? Yes."

"Shame on you," you cry out without any malice behind the words at all. In fact, you're laughing and leaning down to kiss him again. Your eagerness causes you to rock up against him and before long, the two of you are back at it hot and heavy.

"Hey," Eddie says, attempting to pull back after a while. You, however, are the one to blaze a trail of kisses down his neck this time. He sucks in a breath and continues. "Hey. I get off in about a half an hour."

"Don't want to wait that long for you to get off. Want it to happen right now," you whisper in his ear before sucking his ear lobe into your mouth. Eddie's eyes roll so far back into his head at the action and the innuendo and you feel his hard cock positively jump against you.

"Can't do this while I'm working, baby," Eddie groans, though his hands actively contradict his words by gripping your hips and encouraging them to continue moving against him.

"Isn't my car the last one for the day?" you ask innocently. As if you aren't grinding your clothed pussy all over his erection out in the open in his place of business with the garage door open and the sun still out. "And you did such a good job fixing it."

"Holy fuck..." Eddie breathes. He had been the confident one. He had been the forward one. He's not sure when the dynamic shifted but dear fucking god he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He does still try his best to at least attempt to be a gentleman, though.

"But I'll get you all dirty. Don't wanna ruin your pretty clothes." Eddie says this while biting his lip and sliding his hands down to squeeze at your ass. It makes you gasp and push down against him even harder, exactly as he'd hoped.

"I don't believe you," you breathe. Eddie captures your mouth in another kiss before shaking his head, distracted.

"What don't you believe?"

"I don't believe that you don't want to ruin my clothes. I think you want to get me all dirty," you challenge. Eddie lifts his hand to your face and holds your chin suddenly between his thumb and index finger, staring deeply into your eyes.

"You're a tease and I love it, sweetheart," he says with a chuckle that makes you preen. "But I need to know...what do you actually want right now?"

"You," you say, not even skipping a beat. Eddie's eyes become serious.

"How...how much of me are we talkin'?"

"All of it," you say, your grin spreading.

"Mother of fucking Christ," Eddie grits out before holding onto you tight and pushing off with his feet, rolling the two of you further behind his work bench, effectively shielding you from the outside world. You squeal at the sudden motion and cling to him, so he uses that to his advantage, attaching his lips to your pulse point. One particularly generous suck to your juggular has you keening and bucking down against him, much to his insane pleasure.

"Oh god. Eddie," you gasp. Eddie closes his eyes and furrows his brow.

"Yeah. Say my name again. Please." He attempts to soften the command with the nicety but you would have screamed his name for much less. You sit up more fully in his lap and help him untie the knotted arms of his coveralls, unzipping the last part of them and exposing the tented front of his boxers. He'd felt huge but he looks even bigger.

"Eddie," you whisper, making eye contact before rubbing your hand over his clothed length. His brow furrows even deeper and you could laugh but you don't. Just like you don't continue to tease him because you're teased out yourself. You need him inside you, like, yesterday. So you pull his boxers down and ogle the length and width of him. Everything you could want him to be.

"Can you...you wanna even the playing field here, sweetheart?" Eddie asks with a silly grin that knocks the wind out of you. You nod without even stopping to get too self conscious, swiftly unbuttoning your blouse and letting the two sides hang open, revealing your bra-clad breasts. Eddie groans like he'd been punched.

"You're a fucking goddess, are you fucking kidding me?" he says, as if you've personally offended him. You chuckle at that.

"I think the exhaust fumes in here have messed with your brain, Munson."

Eddie simply snaps the front clasp of your bra, releasing your breasts to that they fall out with a bounce. Eddie moans like a wounded animal.

"Exhaust fumes my ass. You are unbelievable." His hands immediately close around you, squeezing and weighing. "These tits are magnificent."

You scoff at his word choice.

"You're ridiculous," you try to dismiss him, but his fingers playing with your nipple makes it hard to concentrate on any emotion other than lust. You begin gyrating your hips in search of friction, the hood of your mound pressing up against his erection and creating much needed pressure, even through your clothes.

"No, you're ridiculous trying to pretend like you can wait for this dick," Eddie mocks you, noticing exactly what you're doing. You look at him, biting on the inside of your cheek.

"As if you aren't the one making me wait," you toss back. Eddie's eyebrows raise in a challenge.

"You're the one on top, princess."

You huff and immediately lift yourself up, dropping back down over him so that your skirt obscures his view. But Eddie doesn't need to see in order to feel the tightness of you lowering yourself down onto him.

"Holy fucking - ,"

"Shit!" you interrupt him with your own cry. While you're certainly turned on, it was absolutely absurd for you to try and fit him in without any preparation. Eddie is bigger than anyone you've been with before and he's instantly deeper than you knew was possible, thanks to gravity.

"Fuck, that too much, baby?" Eddie asks, immediately alert and clutching your hips, attempting to keep you balanced above him before your pelvises can meet fully. Fuuuck, he's not even all the way in!

"J-just.....oh god. You're just really big," you whimper. Eddie makes to pull you off him but you dig your fingernails into his arms. "No don't want to get off just - ah. I need a minute. Need to...oh."

You're entire body begins trembling when Eddie's finger begins rubbing circles into your clit. You shudder and then feel yourself sink down a little further on his cock. The attention to your sensitive clit has your thighs widening, your muscles relaxing and your pussy becoming wetter by the second.

"Relax. Mmmm there it is, good girl."

His words practically do more than the finger on your clit and you arch into him, rocking against him shallowly.

After another few minutes of these ministrations, you finally feel yourself growing impatient and increasingly turned on. Experimentally you lift up with your thigh, rising till only his tip is inside you, before sinking back down slowly. Your breath is punched out of you with a hiss, but another moment passes and soon you're able to do it again, faster this time. Eventually you work yourself up to a rhythm, bouncing yourself up and down his cock while his face screws up and his fingers dig into your thighs.

"Wanted this for a long time, princess," Eddie grunts out. "Every time you came in I imagined bending you over that hunk of junk you call a car and fucking you till you couldn't walk."

You gasp at his dirty admission and, feeling emboldened by his honesty, decide to be honest yourself.

"I always wanted you to take me in the backseat and fuck me," you whine. Eddie bucks up into you, the drastic motion causing you to both shift back and forth due to the rocking of the roller you're still precariously perched on.

"We're doing this again, you know," Eddie says matter-of-factly. You must look confused by his words because he continues on fervently. "I may have pictured you with this car, but I'm fucking you in a bed next time," he insists. "Okay maybe a kitchen counter if we can't make it to the bedroom, but either way you deserve a room with a closed door."

You laugh at his words, clenching internally and causing him to moan in the process. You're quickly brought back from humor to urgency when you feel his finger on your clit again.

"Yeah. Yeah we're doing this again," you practically hiccup.

Eddie pulls you down on top of him so that he can lick and nip at your neck, his hand still sandwiched between the two of you.

"Listen to the greedy girl. Already thinking of the next time I'll be inside her."

"You're the one who brought up the subject of a next time!" you accuse, but you lose your bite the second he bites into the side of your throat. He soothes the spot with a lave of his tongue.

"Cum on me, baby, and we can get to that next time sooner."

When you cum, only moments later, your cry echoes throughout the garage. The reverberating sound comes back to your ears and shocks you enough that you almost fall out of your ascending headspace, but Eddie's grunts in your ear and fingers digging into your skin block it all out and keep you grounded to him. This allows you to enjoy your orgasm and even benefit from aftershocks as he takes over and plows up into you, chasing his own release. His haphazard thrusts cause the two of you to roll back and forth on the roller. You cling to him to stay stable with all the movement, and your sudden tensing has you clenching around him so tight he has no time to warn you of his impending orgasm. He just calls out your name and drives his cock deep inside you, spilling out into with sputtering hips.

It takes a while for the proverbial dust to settle. Eddie's hand on your back is soothing, but you quickly realize that your thighs are over extended and your body aches from the strenuousness of your sexual activity.

"Easy there, princess," Eddie coos. He helps you up, his cock sliding out of you with the movement. Like a gentleman he slides your panties back over your dripping slit, patting the wet spot fondly, before dropping the hem of your skirt and shifting to guide you up.

You wobble on embarrassingly unstable legs.

"Jesus christ, what did you do to me?" you huff. Eddie encircles you in his arms and lets out a bark of a laugh.

"What did I do?! How is it that you never fully realized that you were on top?" he asks, echoing his previous sentiments. You help him pull his coveralls up to tie at his waist again and he graciously helps button you back into your blouse.

"Well next time I want you to do all the work," you respond cheekily. Eddie's eyes spring back to yours and for a moment you hesitate, wondering if his earlier words were simply born of the heat of the moment. But Eddie's looking at you like you hung the fucking mood and suddenly he's kissing you. Bold and ardently and with a lot of tongue that says everything he wishes to say to you simply with the press of wet muscle to wet muscle.

When he pulls away his lips are shiny and bruised and you're out of breath. He gives you a lopsided smile and scrunches his nose.

"Next time do I still have to fix your car, or -?"

You slap him on the chest and pull him back in for another kiss.

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luniarix · 3 months

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*⁀➷ 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜

sypnosis: basically in which toji and you are having sex for the first time after a 3 year long distance relationship <3

NOTE: WHY DID I TAKE HALF A YEAR TO FINISH THIS BRU. feeling like cory rn LMAAOOO i really don't know why omg im never doing that again i love writing about sexy hunks u will never catch me slipping again y'all I swear. school has been in the way and some personal problems have made it hard to write but im getting back on track i promise. i tried to make this longer than i originally wanted! more fics are otw i defff have plenty of ideas while i've been gone. and ngl i feel like im going to change my writing style up a bit after this fic cause im not really liking the separate dialogue sentences anymore.

CW: fem!reader, virgin!reader, chubby reader!!, possessive!toji, domestic!toji, shy!y/n, whipped!toji, whipped!reader, age gap, established relationship, mentions of sexting, dry humping, unprotected!sex(wrap it before u tap it), mating press, marking, scratching, slight hair pulling, dirty talk, handjob if u squint, fingering, cunnilingus, after care, toji bein an absolute sweetheart cause i’m a sucker for affection, vv domestic moments bc im a romantic at heart, pet names such as; baby, sweetheart, mama(s), etc

majority of people say that long distance relationships were bound to fall apart one day.

not yours and toji’s tho!! of course not, even with all the stigma surrounding online relationships and with the added on fact that it’s “taboo” for toji to be years older than you, didn’t mean you two wouldn’t work out. duhh, you guys are safe from all that.

and so here you were, sat nervously on his couch in his house waiting for him to finish coming back from the convenience store. you guys had decided on your first ever actual date to be a more domestic one— so a movie night with snacks was the go to move. the click of the front door opening has you springing up and walking over to toji who has multiple bags with all kinds of treats.

“give me some. let me help you, kay?”

you mutter, taking a few bags from him before he could protest and setting them down onto the kitchen table. you go into the cabinets to pull out a few big bowls, and start pouring the food into them. all while you were doing this, toji unexpectedly comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist.

“have i told you how pretty you look baby?”

he presses a few kisses to your neck as he rubs circles on your soft hips, and you turn away from him to hide the way you’re becoming flustered.

“you’ve only been saying it since you’ve picked me up at the airport.”

toji spins you around to face him, and you begin biting your lip at the way he’s eyeing you down. good lord he was so sexy. but looking at him for too long would put you into cardiac arrest with how his green eyes pierced through your own. damn, since when did it get so hot in here?

“i’ll keep on saying it sweetheart, cause i like the way you squirm underneath my gaze.”

you swallow and give a shy giggle in return. you were so glad that toji was your first ever real long term relationship, because him being your first everything? the idea always had you squealing like a middle school girl. but your train of thought had dissipated when toji begun to gently squeeze your ass.

“toji… i- i needa set the bowls down onto the living room table.”

oh wow, now you’re stuttering? you felt a bit embarrassed considering how assertive you were between your texts and calls. yet here you were, getting shy at every gesture he made. obviously during your relationship you two had always been lovey dovey, but you never actually believed that toji himself was clingy. you aren’t complaining tho!! you adored that he was like this with you.

“that can wait, just let me kiss for a bit.”

and who were you to say no to his request? with the way he was holding onto your waist as he pulled you into a sweet kiss was when you knew this was worth waiting for. the soft sounds of your lips parting and connecting once more had your head spinning— your knees becoming weaker from every caress he gave.

“you taste so good mama.”

the signature nickname he gave you since the start of your relationship slips out, and you moan in satisfaction. you grip onto his black wife beater shirt, then smooth your hands up to grab onto his shoulders, jabbing your nails into his skin from how jittery you were getting. he softly bit your bottom lip, and that made you part your lips enough for him to slip his tongue in.

your vision grows hazy and your eyes close shut before pulling away in a gasping manner. toji gazes at you in desire as you begin to act like that didn’t phase you— when in fact you were trying your best not to start jumping around and doing jumping jacks. good god, you really did win the lottery with him. you push your hair back from your face and grab the bowls before walking right past him and setting them down on the living room table.

toji follows right behind you, pulling you back into him as he sits down on the couch. you squeal as you fall right into his lap, chest right against his. you flutter your lashes at him as he licks his lips and leisurely glides his hand down from your neck all the way down to your ass once again. it made your body twitch in delight, and you grind against his crotch in response to his tease.

“oh? ‘you finally gonna stop bein’ shy with me mama?”

toji rubs his hand up towards your waist and pinches your hip dip. you have your own hands massaging his shoulders as you begin to mutter in embarrassment,

“you keep trying to provoke me, asshole.”

toji gives you a sly grin before you impulsively decide to pull him in by the straps of his wife beater shirt, kissing him once again. you gasp desperately and he soon had his tongue dancing with yours. you nibble on his bottom lip and pull back just a little to tease him, which has his eyes widening in shock. your confidence boosts at that reaction and you begin to go down to his jaw, peppering soft kisses towards his neck and that’s when you begin to suck.

you give wet kisses to his adams apple and switch from sucking on his skin to kissing over the markings that began to fold. you do the same all over his neck and you then trail down to his collar bones. you moan in surprise when you could start to feel toji’s boner pressing against you through his sweats. wearing biker shorts wasn’t helping either because you could clearly feel the imprint.

you whine and grind against him, trying to create more friction as your arousal begins to stain your panties and possibly through your shorts. toji groans and grips onto your hips, both of you moving in a messy rhythm. your thighs began to tremble as your clit became more and more sensitive with each reaching second. soon enough you’d orgasm, all while being clothed.

this idea makes toji stop grinding against you, gripping onto your hips to stop you. you’re dazed out expression contorts into a frustrated one as you pout. why wasn’t he letting you orgasm? you knew toji was the type of man to put your pleasure over his own and yet he was stopping you from reaching your high.

toji only chuckles and brushes a thumb over your soft lips, nudging his finger in a bit to coat a bit of saliva on it. meanwhile, he’s rubbing your hips and thighs.

“i know you’re frustrated baby, but it’s our first time together, and you deserve to orgasm in a much better way than just dry humping.”

your lashes flutter against your skin as you melt against his touch. gosh, he was always thinking about you first and you loved it so much. you were so entranced that you could only nod in response, a dreamy expression on your face. after all, this was the first out of many that you guys could get intimate with each other face to face. toji smiles lazily, admiring how beautiful his baby looked. he’s then quick to take off your shirt and helps you slip off your shorts, only leaving you in your undergarments.

he squeezes at your pudge, loving how soft you were— grinning at how you twitched and tried to hold in your giggles. he loved every part of your body, and he was going to make sure to cherish all of you. you deserved to be loved right. toji leans forward to rest his head against your tits, reaching his hands behind your back to smoothly unhook your bra. you gasp in surprise as the straps begin to slip off your shoulders.

he pulls back to have your bra fall off, pretty tits now being exposed to him. toji sucks in a sharp breath as he internally groans at how big your tits were, bringing his hands up to cup them. you softly moan and your already perked nipples hardened even more. he fans his breath against one, and gently pulls on the other. your soft sighs is what brings him to hurriedly put his lips around your nipple, licking and kissing the bud.

you sharply inhale and squeeze his shoulders. you felt like a mess, because you couldn’t think straight and the only thing your mind could focus on was the way toji’s boner was right against you and neither of you were fully naked yet. you just wanted him to fuck you so good— to make up for all the years you two missed out on each other’s bodies.

toji kisses the nipple he was teasing his fingers with, and then begins to suck on it as he then swirls his tongue around your areola. you bite your lip and shutter in satisfaction, as you feel him begin to toy with your other nipple. toji makes sure to leave marks all over your chest before actually gently laying you on the couch, and taking his own shirt off. you’ve seen it all the time through pictures and videos when he would be sending you gym videos, or when you would facetime when he would be at the gym or when it was late at night, but it still came as a surprise to you on how well sculpted he was.

“ya like what ya see baby?”

he’s grinning at you, and you realize that you’ve been staring at him for too long. you roll your eyes and smile back at him. there wasn’t any point in denying at how in awe you were with how sexy your man was.

“i do. you look so handsome.”

toji’s eyes become hooded, pools of emerald green darkening at your compliment. he licks his lips before pulling at your panties, ripping them in the process of quickly having them be thrown somewhere on the floor. wow, he must’ve really liked that comment.

you prop your elbows up against the couch and watch with wide-blown eyes as he pulls down his sweats and boxers, also discarding the clothing somewhere on the floor. his cock was— big and oh so girthy. you were definitely turning into puddy by the next morning.

you gasp when he pushes your legs apart and he’s sloppily pumping himself as his gaze latches onto yours, and blood rushes to your face from how self-aware you were. he was jacking himself off to you right in front of you. and dirty enough, you liked it. you liked having him look so desperate right above you, as he gets himself prepared to fuck you.

god, was that whole length seriously going to go inside you? toji would always speak about how big he was in a cocky tone and when you saw it on camera for the first time, you knew not to doubt him. but seeing it in actuality made it sink in on just how big he really was.

your breaths get heavier the more his pre dripped onto your lower abdomen, and as he was beginning to groan more. you were quick to put a hand around the top of his length, teasing his tip. toji’s body jolts for a second before he’s quick to relax once again and his pace becomes faster.

you draw circles around his tip, making sure to gently squeeze him every few seconds. you could tell how bad toji wanted to cum with the way he started to buck his hips and the lewd squelching noises got sloppier.

“fuck, i can’t take this any longer.”

toji abruptly pulls away from you, backing up to then grab your thigh and slide his hands up to your knees, lifting your legs off the couch to have you be folded against him, legs now hooked over his shoulders. your eyes widen when his nose is pressing against your pubic area, and he’s looking up at you with devilish eyes.

“been waiting to do this for a while..”

he murmurs, licking his lips feverishly. he’s quick to press his mouth right against your cunt, giving leisure licks to your clit. you cry out in surprise, thighs quickly beginning to tremble. you try to silence your moans by biting your lip and having a hand cover your mouth. but toji looks up at you and furrows his brows.

he pulls you closer and pushes your hips upward, your ass slightly lifting off the couch cushion as he gropes your asscheeks. he’s eating you faster, tongue swirling against your clit and then feverishly leaving sloppy kisses— and repeat. your eyes roll back as your body jolts in utter pleasure.

you try to push his head back from how flustered you were— but instead, your fingers tangle themselves into his hair as you pull on it, tears prickling at the brims of your eyelids. you mewl pathetically, trying to move your hips in a rhythmic pace against his tongue. you could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to form.

“oh god! toji! m’gonna— gonna cum!”

you shriek, thighs closing around his head as your body shakes in such a way that has toji holding onto your hips to steady you a bit. you try to hide your moans with your hands again but he’s quick to grab your wrist with his free hand and pin it down to the bed.

when he feels like you’re wet enough, he slowly inserts one thick finger into your twitching hole. your pupils dilate and your mouth turns into an “o” as you desperately gasp for air. his relentless pace becomes too much to bare when he’s inserting another finger, and you squeal with pleasure. your own fingers couldn’t compare to how good his own were stretching you, working you to a release.

his mouth goes back down again, gently sucking on your clit, as his fingers roughly fucked you. your eyes are practically crossing and toji could almost see stars swirling in your pupils as you succumbed to the immense feeling that was beginning to build up. you were whispering his name, chanting it over and over again like a prayer and it made him want to reach down to his cock and pump himself to your moans.

“oh! oh, tojiii! please! please let me—”

a sly grin forms on his swollen lips, and he curls his fingers at that spot that has you almost screaming, back arching off the couch as you grip onto his hair for dear life, pulling on it as your body quivers in delight. he was so good at this you feared that you’d end up closing your thighs around his head without thinking and suffocate him on accident.

and when he gently takes your clit in between his lips and sucks all while hitting that sweet spot inside, you come undone. toji could barely hear the "m'cumming!" you squealed out before you're creaming against his face, juices flowing down to his chin as he laps up your overstimulated cunt, moaning in satisfaction at how addicting your taste was.

"god you taste so fuckin' good, sweetheart."

you whine in response, hardly registering what he said over the loud drumming of your heartbeat, a dazed expression painting your face which made toji chuckle. but he didn't want you to get tired just yet. and so, he's quick to swipe his tongue over his lips, fingers taking the dripping cum on his chin into his mouth all while looking directly into your eyes. he's then towering over you once more, green eyes shining once more through the illuminated moonlight peaking through the curtains of his home, streaks of dark raven hair being outlined by said light.

"I love you, to'."

the words slip out so easily, so naturally, that it almost surprised you. but it didn't, not as much as the faint sharp inhale you heard from the man above you. it wasn't that you guys hadn't really used the words between you two, but more so it felt more real, more raw, now that you could actually say it to each other face to face. not that it hadn't already meant a lot during the time that you were long-distance but cmon, who couldn't say that this was so much better?

he lines himself up against your folds, bending down to kiss you on the lips. he didn't say anything. but he didn't need to, not with the way he brought his free hand up to intertwine with yours, giving an affectionate squeeze. and certainly not with the way he had begun peppering kisses all over your face, from your forehead down to your chin. rather than saying it back, he's showing you. showing you that this? this was going to be you two from now on.

"you ready, baby?"

after seeing his dick for the first time? since forever.

but you only smile against his lips, nodding in response. he nuzzles your noses together, tip slowly pushing into you. you moan, back slightly arching off the couch once again. toji then gently puts your legs over his shoulders anew as he finally wedges the tip inside, stopping every now and then so you can begin to stretch out and accommodate his girth and length without much struggle.

"oh fuck, you're so fuckin' tight."

toji moans as he bucks against you slightly, pushing another inch further in. you throw your head back against the soft cushions behind your head and gasp. he was so big, you already felt so full. he inches in slowly, and you could feel yourself loosening up more and more. your thighs are visibly trembling, and you could feel every trace of his vein that trails down his entire length. at one point, you felt like you could feel him in your stomach. toji finally goes in to the hilt, and your mind went blank.

it felt like forever for him to fully stuff himself into your pussy but when he had, you could feel his tip kiss your cervix and your body was tingling all over, tears forming at the brims of your eyelids as a reaction of pleasure. your bodies were finally connected and you were thrilled, so much so that you began squeezing around him—tighter.

"shit baby, you're sucking me in."

toji whispers huskily, thick black bangs of hair stuck onto his forehead from sweat as his beefy arms are caging your head. you moan in response, wrapping your arms around his neck and fingernails pressing on his back, scratching him. he grunts, lifting up to position himself to squat on top of you. oh my god, toji had put you in mating press.

his hips move back and slam back into you and you force down a scream when you feel him go so deep. your tits circle as you shake in desperation, and your cunt spasms at the feeling of the way his cock twitches. toji laughs, voice so deep and raspy that it made you wetter than you already were. he was amused at your reaction.

but you were getting impatient. finally getting used to his size meant that he didn’t have to hold back, and you didn’t want him to. you wanted him to have you not feeling your legs by tomorrow morning, and screaming until the entire neighborhood knew his name.

“please to’… want you to fuck me hard.”

being so close to him meant that you could not only see his reactions, but feel them too. so when he shudders from your words, it has you whining. his hips slowly begin to move, and your hands squeeze his shoulders in utter delight as you repeatedly gasp with each soft thrust.

and when he grabs your disheveled hair to tilt your head back, aligns his lip right against your ear? it has you quivering around his cock as he whispers to you,

"y’want me to fuck ya until you’re cumming all over my cock hm? want me to fuck ya ‘till you’re seeing nothin but stars?”

your toes curl as you tighten around him, the delicious feeling has him sighing in ecstasy. you then nod frantically, raking your nails against his biceps. you couldn’t even give him any other response besides a pitiful whimper. toji chuckles darkly, before fixing his positioning on top of you.

he pulls out just enough so only the tip and an inch or so are wedged in, and then snaps his hips back into you with full force as you jolt while screaming out his name. and then he starts fucking into you, almost at a feral pace. you grip onto his shoulders like your life depended on it, jaw slacked and the most erotic moans spewing out of your glossed lips.

“oh- oh my god! toji! please! ffucckk!”

you never knew you could moan so loudly, and god was it embarrassing. not in the shameful way, but more so… the fact that you couldn’t ever imagine yourself moaning like this until toji made it possible. your thought process is shortly cut off when toji begins to groan— and, was that a whine that you just heard?

you feel his hand trail down to your twitching clit, and your lips form an “o” shape as he begins to ever so softly pinch it. you wail as you frantically claw at his back, bright red scratch marks appearing that were sure to last for a while. toji grunts, he wouldn’t admit it just yet but the pain from your nails mixed with the sheer pleasure your pussy was bringing him was making his balls swell much faster than he expected.

and the way your tight gummy walls were sucking his fat cock in— it was like you were begging to be filled up with his thick cum. but maybe that was just him speaking for himself. the idea of cumming in you was enticing; one that consumes his sexual desires. but not just yet. toji looks down to see a white ring begin to form at the base of his dick, and he licks his lips as he glances back up at you.

you looked so pretty, fucked out on his cock like this. your tits were jiggling in rhythm with his animalistic thrusts, and your nipples were rubbing against his chest. and he was even more enamored with the sound his balls slapping against your ass were making. fuck, he was bound to cum soon. but you looked like you were on the brink of shattering more so than he was.

that specific feeling of your stomach clenching and your body tensing up has you knowing that you were going to reach your release any minute. and so when toji begins to messily rub his fingers against your clit to overstimulate you all while he’s rutting into you with one goal in mind— you break.

your thighs are quaking against his body, as your cunt gushes out milky white cum, coating toji’s cock and his inner thighs. you whine when toji pulls out and releases on your stomach and tits, feeling empty without him inside anymore. with your eyes rolled back, lights swirling behind your eyelids as you were trying to form coherent thoughts, with you trying to control your ragged breathing; you almost didn’t register toji’s “you okay mamas?”.

you look at him through half-lidded eyes, and exhale out a velvet “mhm”, a lazy smile spreading across your lips to reassure him even more. he laughs softly and then slowly pulls back from you to have your legs lay on his sides, as he begins to slowly and gently massage from your thighs down to your ankles. you moan with relief as you hadn’t even taken notice to the slight pain within some parts of your legs that toji was rubbing on.

“you did so well baby.”

he mumbles, bringing one leg up to kiss from your calf to your ankle, then the other. you practically melt from his touches— he was so good at making you feel loved in all kinds of ways and it made you go crazy.

“thank you for this amazing first time experience, to’.”

you reach for his free hand, pulling him down so you can give him sweet kisses on his lips and cheeks. he kisses you back, squeezing your hand affectionately. you both pull away and you slowly sit up, leaning against him for support.

“only the best for you, sweetheart. i’ll be right back with a wash cloth for ya, ‘kay?”

you nod and watch as he gets up and goes back into the bathroom across the room to get a wash cloth, and he comes back in a few seconds. you sigh at the feeling of the warmth of the water on the cloth, and toji cleans the sticky mess he left before going down to in between your thighs to clean, then the couch. he jogs back into the bathroom to leave the cloth and wash his hands, and maybe his dick, and comes back to you once more.

he sits next to you and brings an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder with his hand. he then tosses a blanket that was laying on the side over you two— and you realized how bad you’ve always wanted this. gosh, you couldn’t wait for more moments like this.

and then you look in front of you, and you remember what you two were actually meant to be doing.

“baby, what about the movie we were supposed to be watching?”

toji’s eyes widen, almost like that never crossed his mind, and you can’t help but giggle at how fast he grabs the remote to put on Netflix and swipe through movies you two could watch.

“we still can mama, jus’ don’t fall asleep on me.”

“you’ve already tired me out, so no promises.”

you grin at the way he playfully rolls his eyes and gives you a cheeky laugh. so when he pulls you in to peck your forehead, and for just the sake of being closer?

you know that this is where you were meant to be.

P.S: wow!! this was so much fun from start to finish. writers block is a real pain in the ass but more is to come, at a less-half year disappearance-rate LMAO. def going to write more abt this trope, i loved it sm.

feel free to leave ideas in my inbox or a comment ♡ if i made any grammar mistakes that i missed, lmk！and thank u so much for reading (●´ω｀●)

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jaidens · 10 months

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You got that Long Hair, Slicked Back, White T-Shirt - Dallas Winston ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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“James Dean day dream look in your eyes,”

pairing [s] : Dallas (Dally) Winston x Soc!Reader

warnings [s] : smoking | making out | beginning action of sex (pulling off pieces of clothes, humping, etc..) |

a/n [s] : my requests are open!!

wc : 1,076

When the famous Greaser; Dallas Winston approached you, you were confused about his actions. Why was he of all people asking you if you had anything planned that Saturday? Of course, people thought he was handsome. Cherry, your best friend, had told you even though she thought he was cute and that if he came back around she'd fall in love with him. So, you gave him a chance.

He had taken you to a small diner around the middle of the ‘territories’. You never believed in the whole hatred between the classes. Your best friend when you were in elementary school had been a Greaser before she moved away from Tulsa.

The first date was nice and sweet. He had worn a cleaned-up white wife-beater and a slick leather jacket. You had worn a small, flower-printed dress and your black wedges. Dallas called you beautiful and set his hand on your lower back. It was protective, showing other people that you were his and to back off.

That's when you knew you had fallen in love with him. When you stared into his eyes as he shared a milkshake with you. When he gave you his leather jacket after the wispy, cold November wind went through the soft, white cardigan you thought would be enough. That was the night he kissed you on the porch of your Daddy’s house. As well as the same night you shared the three words that changed your life, “I love you”.

You had been dating for twelve months and you were celebrating your anniversary at the same diner you had your first date at. You decided to go on a late-night drive in his Thunderbird. You had stopped at a cliff waterfall and watched the sunset. Now, he was smoking a cigarette while you lay on his shoulder with his leather jacket draped over your body. “Hey.. you awake?” His New York accent filled your ears pleasantly. “Yes, Love. Why?” You answered and picked your head up to stare as best as you could with your neck pulled up.

“Wanna hit?” He asked, holding the cigarettes closer to your lips. You shook your head no. You were never fond of smoking ever since your mother developed a horrible cough due to smoking. He smirked and said it was fine you didn't want to. Dallas put his cancer stick out and pulled your face into his. He kissed you desperately and you pushed your head against his.

His tongue touched your lips, tasting the cherry lipstick that you wore that night. It was always his favorite, and it gave him an excuse to “taste your lipstick” to make out with you. “It always tastes so good, you and your cherry lipstick baby..” Dallas groaned out and put his hands in your styled hair.

You jumped up and pulled yourself into his lap. His hands fell to your hips and he started helping you move back and forth. “Baby.. take it slow. You can take me back to your house whenever we do it..” You spoke out, after pulling away from sucking his face to take a breath. You stared into his half-lidded eyes that had lust slowly sucking into them.

His dark eyes followed around your face, admiring your slightly bruised lips and the lipstick that was smeared around your face. “Y’know you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen?” Dally was always a romantic, trying to make you cover your face in embarrassment or start giggling at his compliments. He got a total kick out of making you smile brightly and rub your soft thighs together. “Oh hush, Dal. Acting like you aren't the hottest and absolute hunk of a guy? Can't believe I'm dating you.. a James Dean duplicate.”

Dallas could've sworn that was the best compliment anyone could've given him. He had definitely based his look on the James Dean hit movie, “Rebel Without A Cause”. “With your slick back hair.. the white t-shirt.. could you be less obvious, baby?” You smiled at him and kissed his nose. “My James Dean boy..”

Dallas laughed and threw his head back. “You caught me, didn't you? But, now I gotta ask, who's hotter, me or Dean?” He watched your expression change as you started thinking deeply. “To be honest.. you. I'm not into blonde guys. I love myself a certain brunette boy.” You saw Dally’s eyes light up and he showed off his iconic smirk. “Oh yeah? Who’s that baby?”

You pushed him backward in the seat and started kissing him again. You wiped that tease smirk that he gave you right off his face. It starts going further, and you slowly put your hands under his white shirt running across the firm abs he had been working on. The windows of his car started to become foggy, heating up with you and Dallas’ passion and love. Your limbs tangled up together as he started to kiss down your neck.

His hand travels past your pretty dress, touching your thighs. You pull away gently once more, as another car pulls up next to you. You know this is Dallas’ spot for taking you. It wasn't uncommon to see someone Dallas knew almost every time. You both look over, seeing his old high school friend and the friend's girlfriend. His hand touches your face making you look back over. The soft glow of the midnight moon casts a beautiful look on his face. You’re absolutely obsessed with him. The way he makes your heart rate speed up whenever he touches you, the way he’s touched every part of you and still makes you get excited to see him.

This moment will forever be etched into your souls.

As the intensity of their makeout session peaked, Dallas and you found yourselves breathless, lips lingering in a final, lingering kiss. Your bodies pressed against each other, the warmth and electricity of their connection still pulsating between them.

Dallas gently brushed his fingers along your cheek, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "You're something else, darlin'," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I can't get enough of you.” You're staring into his dark brown eyes with a soft look. “I can’t either, Dally. You’re my forever.” You fall into a last kiss with him as you pull the switch to pull the seats back up. “Let’s get me home before my Daddy kills you. He probably will either way..”

#dallas winston #dally winston #dallas winston x reader #dally x reader #dally winston x reader #the outsiders 1983 #matt dillon x reader #dallas winston the outsiders #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston smut

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saetoru · 2 years

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#𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘)

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ it’s always been you for him, just like it’s always been sano shinichiro for you

— pairing ⋮ sano shinichiro x reader

— length ⋮ 8.3k words (sobsob)

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, best friends/childhood friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, jealous shinichiro, slightly insecure shinichiro, virgin shinichiro, dry humping, praise, handjobs, unprotected sex, creampie, misunderstandings, the bike shop incident but he lives (in my world he never dies), love confessions, happy ending :)

— notes ⋮ this is for my sweet angel @arlertslove 's selfship collab <3 tysm for letting me join i had so much fun writing my lil love story with shin <33 and fank you cat and ris for listening to me ramble about this and beta reading 💋

shinichiro is used to girls coming into his shop looking for wakasa. he’s used to the wandering eyes and the stalled excuses as they wait around for his friend to show up. and he’s fine with it, really. it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why someone would want imaushi wakasa, and he’s not so stupid as to miss the fact that his friend is as smooth with words as he is gifted in the looks department.

but still, he kind of wishes he could fulfill that one last part of his “biker dream,” the one where he’s got eyes with heart-shaped pupils following his every move as he pretends to be unaware, rolling his sleeve up as a “coincidence” while he tightens bolts with his wrench. but he finds the only eyes of a girl that ever seem to pay attention to him are yours—and he’s okay with that, really.

it’s just that you’re simply way out of his league, and he’s not foolish enough to daydream over a king’s riches when he’s dressed in the rags of a commoner.

“shin, do you ever leave this lame ass shop?” you complain, taking a sip of your soda from your straw. from the side, manjiro makes a disgruntled sound of protest.

“you wouldn’t get it,” the child huffs, cheeks puffed out as he glares at you, “girls don’t get cool stuff like this.”

“oh, i’m sorry,” you snort, shooting him a teasing grin, “i’ll try harder to see the wonders in scrapped hunks of metal.”

“this is not scrap,” shinichiro grumbles, tinkering away at the engine of the bike before him, tongue stuck out in concentration. your gaze softens just a little at the way his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. “this ol’ thing’s still got some life left in her,” he hums, “think i could make a decent number offa her.”

shinichiro is a simple man. he wears a white t-shirt and dark jeans every time you see him, and he does his hair the same way he has since the day you met him as a kid. he has the same fast food order that you know by heart by now, and he still gets a diet coke from the convenience store every time you get a bag of chips—the only thing that’s changed is he now adds a pack of cigarettes to the mix, a sheepish grin on his face when you look at him disapprovingly.

i’ll break the habit someday, he always tells you, today’s just not that day. and then, before you can open your mouth to tell him not to make promises he can’t keep, he swoops in under your nose and grabs your chips from your hand, lumping them in with his pile and paying for you despite your protests.

every time, without fail.

“that is if you don’t keep her for yourself,” you point out, making him roll his eyes.

“are you here to drink all my soda or lend a hand?” he grumbles, shooting you a half-hearted scowl. “now make yourself useful and hand me a few screws,” he turns back around, hand reaching behind him as he motions for you to offer them to him. you reach for what you think are the screws—that is until manjiro snorts in amusement, of course.

“those are nails,” he snickers, hopping off his stool and moving to get the correct items in question. your brows furrow, glaring at him when he sticks his tongue out to you before plopping a few screws in his brother’s hand—which look awfully close to nails if you might add. “see? you girls aren’t cool enough to understand the difference.”

“hey,” shinichiro scolds, tongue peeking out again as he concentrates on lining the screw up just right. something fond bubbles in your chest at the sight, something warm and sweet, even if it feels just a little scary. “if you keep saying things like that, you’ll never get a girl, manjiro.”

“oh yeah? you’ve never had a girl, shin. what would you know?” the blonde pipes up, and almost instantly, a wave of crimson dusts over his cheeks as shinichiro throws his brother a dirty look. and when you chuckle, hand clamping over your mouth as you giggle into your palm, the blush rises to the tips of his ears.

he’s cute, you think. he’s always been a charmer, always made your lips twist upwards no matter how much you tell yourself you won’t let him. he’s a good friend too, sends you songs he thinks you’ll like, never leaves you on delivered for too long—even if you text him at three am, and sometimes, even as he rolls his eyes and complains, he’ll shove his plate your way when you steal a bite or two.

shinichiro’s a simple man. he’s got a good head on his shoulders, and more importantly, a good heart in his chest.

you think you hate whoever the girl he’s going to spend the rest of his life with is—even if you’ve yet to meet her…and even if she doesn't quite exist just yet.

“well, i know how to respect them,” he points a thumb at himself, flicking manjiro’s forehead affectionately as he stands to his full height. he reaches over to grab a towel, wiping the grease off of his hands. “you better head home now,” and then he turns to you. “and you, i’ll walk you home.”

you start to protest instantly. “i can walk myse—”

“i’ll walk you home,” he says firmly. “it’s getting dark.” you know better than to argue with him when he uses that tone—the same tone he uses on manjiro and emma when he’s being gentle yet firm, loving yet strict.

“fine,” you huff, but the warm feeling from earlier returns, this time tenfold. you almost think you’ve swallowed the sun in the middle of winter.

“you better come home right after. grandpa says to be home in time for dinner for once,” manjiro says pointedly, and with a whine of complaint as you ruffle his hair with a grin, he’s off. and then it’s just the two of you as you turn back to shinichiro, devious look on your face that tells him he’s about to be the unfortunate victim of your relentless teasing.

“you know, at this rate manjiro will settle down with someone before—”

“are you two just gonna spend the rest of the night in here?” a voice cuts you off, smooth and deep—and at the moment, the bane of shinichiro’s existence. wakasa strolls in, hands in his pockets and the stick of an already finished lollipop in between his teeth as he finds his way to stand next to you.

shinichiro pretends he doesn’t care about the way you beam at his friend. no, he tells himself, he doesn’t care one bit.

“not everyone closes up early like you,” you tease, poking wakasa’s chest as his smile widens, “quit slacking off at your gym.” and wakasa is as easy to fall for as he is to talk to. he lets banter fall off his tongue almost as naturally as people fall for his charms, and shinichiro doesn’t see why you should be an exception.

wakasa isn’t a weak man who runs toward trouble before he can think. he wouldn’t have to stand in between your legs as you’re sat on the sink, flinching under your touch as you dab disinfectant on his wounds. he wouldn’t stumble over the right words to tell you when you flash him a smile as you ask him if you look alright. he wouldn’t cry over small things and embarrass himself when you’re around to witness. so of course you’d want imaushi wakasa—who wouldn’t?

shinichiro just wishes that it were as easy to shrug off the sinking of his heart as he tells himself it is.

“well, there’s not much keeping me there when i don’t have a pretty face to keep me company,” wakasa teases back as he winks playfully, and shinichiro almost has to swallow down bile as you look down shyly.

when was the last time you ever looked away from him shyly? or the last time something he said ever made you stumble over your words as you answer back? his mood sours, and then before he can think, he shrugs his jacket over his shoulders, lips pressed into a tight line as he clears his throat for your attention.

“well, you heard manjiro. i shouldn’t be late for dinner,” he says dryly, making your brows furrow. “i’ll be off.”

“but what about—”

“waka will walk you home,” he grunts, cutting you off before turning to the male beside you, “you know how to lock up.”

“shin—” but then he’s gone, and you’re left alone with wakasa as the door shuts behind him. you stare at the man next to you, and he stares back, and neither of you quite know what to say—or what’s even happened in the first place.

and when you get home that night, for the first time in a really long time, your text message gets left on delivered for ages—even though it’s not three am.

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by now, it’s common knowledge that sano shinichiro has never had much luck in the love department. he asks and asks, and girls always deny and deny. but contrary to popular belief, he’s not desperate for some sort of action like most guys his age are. he’s not particularly interested in sex—at least, not urgently, anyway. and he doesn’t think he’s undesirable by any means, after all, he wasn’t the leader of the top gang in the nation for nothing. he’s sure there are girls who would happily take the chance to sleep with him—but that’s not quite what he wants. he doesn’t want a meaningless fling one after the other.

he just doesn’t like the idea of waking up to empty sheets with the lingering scent of perfume and sex, and he doesn’t like the idea of not knowing the names of people he gets in bed with. and he especially doesn’t like the idea of letting people see the intimate parts of him without feeling intimately for him in some shape or form. the truth is that shinichiro, the weak king and famed leader of the mighty black dragon, is really just a romantic at heart.

so he asks shyly, roses in one hand and his heart in the other, weight shifting on the balls of his feet. he asks and asks, and girls deny and deny—and he wonders if maybe he’s just too pathetic to love.

and then there’s you.

he’s been in love with you since before love was a concept he even understood—and he suspects he’s even been in love with you since his “girls have cooties” stage at the tender age of six. for as long as he can remember, sano shinichiro has grown up on the warmth of your hand holding his.

you hold it in line at school when you insist he be your line buddy, you hold it when you carefully help him off the ground when he’s beaten by people twice his size, you hold it when you’re nervous about getting lost in a busy crowd on the streets, and you hold it in his dreams before tugging him in for a kiss.

but of course, as on brand of his luck as ever, he wakes up before he can feel the softness of your lips and taste the sweetness of your chapstick—which he suspects you wear strawberry flavored.

except today, shinichiro doesn’t get to wake up to the crushing disappointment of your kiss being cut short. instead, today he’s awoken by the loud sound of a fist banging on his door, making him jolt awake with a gasp.

“shin, open the damn door,” you demand from the other side, and he groans, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a scowl. now he’s thinking of the image of your lips pressing onto wakasa’s, and he feels bitterness creep up his shoulder, hunching over him and whispering sweetly in his ear to ignore you and promptly fall back asleep.

but you’re nothing if not persistent, so you keep pounding against his door.

“sano shinichiro, if you don’t open this door right now, i’ll walk in whether you’re decent or not,” you warn.

“well, i’m naked. so stay right there,” he calls out—even as he’s dressed fully clothed in a tank top and sweats.

“you don’t sleep naked,” you point out dryly, and he can just picture the scowl on your face, the way your arms cross, and your cheeks puff up in anger. he can also picture the way your foot taps impatiently, and if he wasn’t so mad at you (for no good reason at all), he’d have smiled fondly.

“how would you know?” he mutters, “you sleepin’ in the same bed as me?”

“shin, just open the damn door,” you sigh, and the soft thud against the wood tells him your forehead has gently fallen against the surface.

shinichiro, as he has been for most of his life, has not one ounce of him that has the strength to deny you. so with a heavy sigh, he slumps back against the headboard of his bed, crossing his arms.

“door’s open,” is all he says.

you don’t waste a moment, twisting the doorknob and walking into his room. it’s dark, and the curtains haven’t been drawn yet, but like clockwork, you step over the piles of clothes and seat yourself at the foot of his bed. you know his room like that back of your hand, what with the way you’ve spent damn near two decades coming over.

sano shinichiro has been your best friend since childhood—which by default, has always made you both susceptible to the cliche they’ll get married when they’re older remarks adults love to throw around so easily.

at six, you don’t care much for the statement outside of the mild shock you feel that adults always bring marriage into everything. shinichiro is fun, and he’s sweet, and that’s it. more importantly, he’s tall and easy to find when you play hide and seek, so you always end up winning. but shinichiro also splits his candy bar with you when you can’t decide between that or a bag of chips, and in exchange, you give him half of your bag. it works—you think it’s a rather unlikely pair between the two of you, but it works.

at twelve, you’re disgusted. shinichiro and you could never get married—could you? the adults need to stop talking because honestly, adults don’t know what they’re talking about. they work just to pay taxes, they tell you to go to bed at ten pm because “sleep is important”—only to stay up until three am themselves, and they always talk about marriage when half of them can’t even make theirs work. shinichiro is your best friend and that's it. you don’t think you could ever kiss lips as chapped as his anyway.

at eighteen, you think the adults may have had a point. maybe they know what they’re talking about after all. shinichiro is so incredibly handsome—when did he get this handsome? he smokes outside with his hair slicked up, a new little style he’s trying out, but it’s always back to falling over his eyes by the end of the day. the phase doesn’t last very long. and even though as his best friend you hate that he inhales those death sticks, as his secret admirer you can’t help but appreciate how perfect his lips look curled around the roll of tobacco as he takes a drag.

at twenty-three, you hate the adults for filling you up with false hope. you think they must hate the youth and that’s why they fill their minds with sick, cruel daydreams and fantasies of true love and happily ever afters. shinichiro has asked every girl he can think of on a date except you. you know it’s because you’re his best friend—but that’s just the problem. best friend. that’s all you’ll ever be, and it’s all the more frustrating that it’s all he’ll ever see you as, that you’re the only fucking girl he hasn’t asked out—especially since you’re the only fucking girl that appreciates him enough to say yes in a heartbeat.

but shinichiro is your best friend, and you’d rather have him like that than not at all.

“why’ve you been ignoring me,” you cut right to the chase, crossing your arms and throwing him a look as mean as they get. he crosses his arms right back, looking to the side as he avoids answering your question.

he’s obnoxiously persistent in avoiding you even as you’re less than two feet away from him, so you decide you have no other choice than to be obnoxiously stubborn in demanding his attention one way or another.

“shin, if you don’t spit it out, i’ll tell waka it was you who scratched his bike,” you threaten. it’s a good start, it gets his lips to twitch into a slight frown, but he’s still determined. “i’ll scratch your bike,” you huff. still nothing. “i’ll tell manjiro about that one time you accidentally—”

“you promised you’d keep that a secret,” he scowls, and then his eyes widen. it’s too late, though, and you’re already grinning at him cheekily as you revel in your victory. rolling his eyes, he grumbles under his breath before uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to either side of him with a sigh. “what is it?”

“oh, i don’t know,” you scoff in disbelief, raising a brow as if to question if he’s being serious. “maybe it’s that you’ve been radio silent for three whole days. three! i could’ve been dead in an alleyway and you wouldn’t even know.”

“i’d be invited to the funeral,” he points out.

“i’d tell them not to let you in.”

“you’re supposed to be dead,” he furrows his brows, staring at you like you’re stupid—and then you’re back to usual for a moment, like he hasn’t ignored your existence every time he remembers you smile at wakasa, like you aren’t ready to skin him alive for disappearing off the face of the earth, like you’re both just too damn in love with each other to stay mad for long.

it’s a little too bad he doesn’t realize it and neither do you.

“it was hypothetical,” you pinch your nose. “stop dodging. why haven’t you been talking to me?”

“glad to know you noticed,” he grumbles. he could really use a smoke right now, he thinks. but it’s barely eleven am and he hasn’t even had breakfast yet—even he’s at least that much concerned for his own wellbeing.

“what’s that supposed to mean?’ your eyes narrow, angry slits that glare at him like they’re daring him to explain himself further and tread down such a dangerous path. but shinichiro doesn’t back down, doesn’t even falter as he looks you dead in your eyes as he answers.

“just thought you’d be busy is all,” he says nonchalantly. too casual, too relaxed. like the calm before the storm—and you sense a storm might be approaching rather rapidly. “talking to wakasa must really clog up your schedule.”

“what the fuck does that even have to do with anything, shin?” you stare at him incredulously. that evening was not your first time talking to imaushi wakasa, nor was it your second or third, and it likely won’t be your last. you’ve talked to wakasa so many times, you can’t imagine why it should matter to shinichiro now.

unless…

no, you reprimand yourself, no wishful thinking. but what else could it be if not jealousy? all too suddenly, a small spark of excitement knits itself comfortably into your bones, and in a small fit of boldness, you wriggle your brows at him. he scowls instantly.

“what are you makin’ that face for at me—”

“are you jealous, shinny?” you tease, shuffling to sit next to him, face inching closer to his. you almost—almost, but not quite—miss the way he gulps.

maybe wishful thinking is only wishful thinking until it comes true.

“w-what are you…n-now you’re just makin’ stuff up—” he cuts his stuttering off when you giggle, face crimson as he throws you a (weak) glare. reaching, you pinch his cheek, and you can hear the audible hitch in his throat as you do.

“jealous you won’t be my number one man? don’t worry,” you hum, patting his face gently with affection. anything to keep touching him. “you’re the only one i text at three am—though it would be much appreciated if you’d answer this time,” you say pointedly.

“you’re the only person i text at three am too,” he mutters.

“not that anyone else texts you at three am,” you snicker, throwing your head back and laughing when he gently bumps your shoulder with his. “it’s a good thing. more attention for me. if you text other girls in the middle of the night, i’ll have to enlist wakasa for more attention—”

his face sours, making you trail off. and for some reason, he really seems to be taking this friendliness with wakasa personally.

“well, what’s wakasa got that i don’t anyway?” he grumbles, “just cause he’s a good kisser or something doesn’t mean—quit laughing,” he hisses when he hears you chuckle quietly.

“how do you know wakasa is a good kisser?”

“you tryin’ to tell me you think he’s not?” he raises a brow. somehow, your silence tells him everything he needs to know, and he feels bitterness creep into his skin, seeping into the small crevices of sano shinichiro that are very hard to reach—the small parts of him that are envious and resentful, so unlike his usual golden heart.

“i’m sure you’d be a great kisser,” you offer, which he takes as a half-ditch effort to comfort him. “you just need to practice ‘s all.”

“yeah well, that’s kind of hard to do when no one even says yes to a date,” he grunts.

it’s quiet. he almost feels bad for springing this on you like this, like it’s your fault you’re into a guy as great as wakasa—like it’s your fault girls aren’t into a guy who pales in comparison like shinichiro.

“we could practice if you want,” you say quietly. he finally turns to look at you full on.

“what?”

“well, i mean…just for practice, you know? we’re still friends,” you shrug nonchalantly.

right, friends. but shinichiro wants to feel your lips on his one way or another, and this might just be the only way. he’s not going to ask for more than what he’s already been graciously offered from the universe.

“okay,” is all he says, voice somewhat strained. “d-do i gotta like…y-you want me to play music? o-or i could—”

“shin,” you snort, staring at him amused, “we don’t need music to kiss.” he’d be embarrassed—really, he would. but you’re just so pretty when your eyes are bright like that, and he’s shameless enough to be proud he’s made you laugh.

wakasa can suck on that, he thinks.

“w-well, i just thought…c-cause you know, people say music sets the…you know?” he stares at you like he hopes you’ll catch what he’s hinting, and you blink innocently—purposely, he suspects. “you know, th-the mood,” he croaks.

“we’re kissing, not fucking,” you snort. he sputters at the directness, and then you decide to spare him and cup his face with both hands, face hovering just inches before his. “just tell me if you want to stop, okay?” you murmur, thumb stroking his cheek tenderly.

like he’d ever ask you to stop, he thinks. still, he gulps and nods.

“okay,” he murmurs back when you seem to wait for him to say it verbally. “i will,” he assures,

and just like that, you kiss him. shinichiro almost takes this as a sign to pinch himself, just to make sure this isn’t a dream he got lucky in and didn’t wake up early from. but he decides if this is a dream, he’d be cruel to take away the one chance he has to experience this, so he plants his hands on your waist instead, gently tugging you to straddle his waist.

his lips are soft, and they aren’t chapped like they once used to be. your lips taste of strawberry chapstick, just like he always imagined.

shinichiro isn’t a bad kisser, you decide. he’s equal parts enthusiastic as he is gentle, and you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t one of—if not the—best kiss you’ve ever had. but then again, maybe it’s just because you’re in love with him. you’ll take him however you can, and even if this is just “as friends,” you’re content at the moment with the way his lips mold against yours, large hands gripping onto your hips as he pants under you.

except, neither of you takes the initiative to be the one who pulls away—and then one thing sort of leads to the other, as they always do in cases like this. your hands wander to his hair, tugging at his roots, he groans in surprise, and then suddenly both of your hips are grinding your crotches together. he lets out a muffled moan against your mouth as you rub against his growing erection.

and even though you really shouldn’t, you grind down on him until you feel his hard-on poke through his sweats, pulling sweet little whines from him as his breath grows ragged.

“f-fuck, that…that feels good,” he groans quietly, “keep doing that.”

“yeah?” you ask, “like this?” your lips are trailing along his jaw, sucking on the skin—just because you can, just because he’s not stopping you. he throws his head back against the frame of his bed, whimpering as you drag up and down his length through your pants. you gasp as you feel him rub against your clit, hips moving faster as you chase the friction.

he seems just as desperate for it as you do—because now, his hips buck to match your rhythm, panting raggedly as he feels his orgasm slowly build up.

“‘m close,” he gasps, “fuck, fuck, ‘m so close. jus’ a bit more—f-fuck,” he cuts himself with a whimper of your name as he cums, fingers digging into your hips bruisingly tight as he desperately rolls his hips against you. you watch his head fall back, how his cheeks are flushed with a rosy hue, how he shudders with a blissed-out face as his mouth parts with pretty little moans, how his hair falls over his closed eyes and curtains his face. you feel his pants dampen, sticky ropes of cum seeping through the fabric, making a mess and soiling both of your clothes.

but you’re too busy mewling as he drags against your clit to care, hips rutting against him faster. you’re close—he knows it too, and he’s determined to get you falling off the edge as quickly as possible.

“c’mon,” he says through a shaky voice, “jus’ let go, cum for me.” for someone with no experience, shinichiro isn’t as shy as you initially thought, and he certainly knows where the clit is. he guides your hips with his hands, helping you stroke against his cock until you slump over him, crying out as you cum too. your walls spasm around nothing, aching to clench around his girth.

“shin,” you whine, “sh-shit, feels good.”

“god, n-need to be in you,” he gasps, “can i? please, please, please,” he pleads into your skin as his head falls to the crook of your neck. you don’t waste a second, grabbing at the hem of his tank top and lifting it over his head, slipping it over his arms. you take off your own shirt, and his eyes fall to your chest instantly. “can…can i?” he asks hesitantly, and you nod, grabbing his hands to cup either tit.

“yes please,” you breathe, letting out a shaky sigh as he kneads your breasts in his hands before letting them wander to unclasp your bra. he gulps when it falls, eyeing your bare chest before leaning to press a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against the skin, nose brushing against it and sending shivers up your spine. his thumbs roll over your nipples, pebbled and hard under his touch, pulling a soft moan from you as he pinches lightly and rolls them between his fingers. “feels good?” he gives you a charming little grin—just a little giddy he’s doing something right.

“yes, keep going,” you whine, pulling a grunt from him as you shuffle on his lap to get closer, rubbing against his still hardened cock. your hand reaches past his waistband, pulling his length out and wrapping your hand around it as you squeeze gently.

shinichiro lets out a strangled groan—somehow, it feels way more different when it’s your hand and not his. he lets out ragged breaths as you gently stroke him, whimpering when your thumb glides through his slit and smears the pre cum around the head of his cock.

he’s pretty, long and curved and flushed a soft pink at the tip—and truth be told, bigger than you expected.

“fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he rasps, staring down at the way your hand fists his cock, a slick, wet noise ringing through the room as you drag your hand up and down his length. he moans, eyes fluttering shut as his hair clings to his sweaty forehead. and then you pull away, making his eyes fly open as his mouth opens to protest.

you speak before he can. “you sure about this?” you ask, and he swallows at the tenderness of your voice, the way your eyes are soft and sweet and searching his for any signs of changing his mind.

he shakes his head quickly—embarrassingly quickly if he’s being honest with himself.

“yes. please don’t stop, baby,” he groans, and the pet name slipping off his tongue is all the encouragement you need, letting out a labored breath before nodding.

shinichiro watches in a trance as you rid yourself of your pants and underwear, watches as you tug his own sweats down his hips and help him out, watches in sheer awe as your grip his shoulders and line your entrance up with his tip, rolling your hips to just glide him over across your folds, gathering your slick along the head of his cock. you both shudder at the contact, and slowly, you sink down on him, taking him in inch by inch.

“god—f-fuck, s-so tight,” he chokes, hands flying to your waist and gripping tightly, panting harshly as his eyes squeeze shut. you gasp, head falling to his shoulder as you sink down on the last few inches, bottomed out as he drags along your walls.

he’s big, and he curves into you just right—almost like he was made to fit you. slowly, you grind your hips, moaning against his shoulder as he groans, the sound of his voice making you clench down on him unintentionally.

“so full, shin,” you whine, “feels good—you make me feel good.” slowly, the grinding turns into your hips slamming down on him, bouncing on his cock as he throws his head back and lets out a wanton moan.

“sh-shit—you’re perfect, so, so perfect,” he rambles, hips snapping up to match your pace, thrusting into you deeper. he pauses for a moment when you let out a shrill squeal when he slams into you particularly deep, fat tip kissing your sweet spot and making you cling to him tighter. he throws you a cheeky grin, one that makes your heart melt and your eyes roll at the same time. “looks like i found it,” he grins to himself, and then he’s flipping you both over, a new aura of confidence radiating off of him that you’ve never quite seen in shinichiro.

“shin, please,” you whine, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling his forehead down to press against yours, “fuck me,” you whisper.

“shit, baby,” he groans, “look at you, so pretty. prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” you clench down on him. who would’ve thought praise from his tongue could make you wonder if you’re about to cum again, but it sounds so perfect off his tongue. so intimate and so sacred. “needed you so bad, you have no idea.”

“me too,” you gasp, drawn-out moan pulling from your lips as he thrusts into you, rolling his hips and bullying his cock past your folds in a perfect rhythm—you almost question if he really has been a virgin this whole time.

shinichiro is pretty—it’s the conclusion you’ve allowed yourself to come to after a long time of denying it. he looks pretty when his hair falls over his eyes as the sun makes the strands look a shade lighter, and he’s pretty when he rubs his neck and laughs nervously in the endearing little way that he does. and now you know he sounds it too, breathy and whiny against the shell of your ear as he desperately fucks into you, losing himself to the warmth of your walls, to the way they flutter around him so tightly. he’s also pretty when he lets out a deep, raspy grunt, and it serves as a reminder that he’s grown into a man now.

he’s not the same cry baby on the playground, staring up at you through wobbly lips and a bruise on his cheeks, desperately fighting back the tears in his eyes.

he’s a man now, lean and built with muscle you never really noticed was there, with a deep, husky voice that you never really took the time to register how much has changed over the years, with hands that are big now, way bigger than you ever remember as they pin your hands over your head, wrapped around your wrists.

but somehow, he’s still the same shin when he meets your eyes as his forehead presses against yours. your shin—your shy, awkward, weak little cry baby shin.

and you love him.

“you close? ‘m so fuckin’ close,” he pants, and then his hand sneaks down in between your bodies to rub his thumb over your clit, making your back arch as you mewl, chest pressing against his as your nipple graze against each other. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum baby. cum with me,” he pleads.

“s-so close, shin,” you sob, “need it, need it so bad.”

“fuck, you’re so pretty,” he groans, “anyone ever tell you that? how fuckin’ perfect you are? you drive me so fuckin’ insane.”

“shinichiro,” you cry one more time before he angles his hips to slam into your spot, and then you cum—hard. your hips leave the mattress, shrill squeal rolling off your tongue as your walls spasm around him, making him grunt at the way you squeeze his cock. your legs are wrapped around his waist, mouth hung open as your eyes roll back, and if your face isn’t enough to send him over the edge, the way you moan through broken sobs definitely is.

“fuck, fuck—y-you gotta let go, baby. ‘m gonna…gonna c-cum, gotta let me go—”

“no, no, inside,” you beg, wrapping your legs around him tighter, pulling him closer as you stare up at him with wide, watery doe eyes. “please, i need it.”

he couldn’t hold back if he tried.

“shit—you’re really gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he groans, and then his lips are on yours, desperately kissing you, letting you drink in his moans and swallow them up as he spills into you, cumming a second time.

he cums for what feels like forever—and if it were up to you, it’d be longer than that. his hips are sloppy, fucking into you as he rides out his orgasm with muffled whines against your mouth and a tight grip on your wrists. “fuck, fuck, fuck—f-feels good. ‘s so good,” he babbles, and you can feel his cock twitch with every rope of cum he spills into you, painting your walls white. with three more thrusts, he finishes, whimpering as you flutter around him and milk him dry.

and as he pulls out, slumping his body over yours while he breathes through labored inhales, shakily catching his breath, you take this as the perfect opportunity to be brave.

you’re brave as you mumble, “i love you, shin,” fingers weaving through his sweaty locks.

he tenses. your heart shatters. there’s a knock on his door.

“shin, hurry up,” you hear manjiro’s muffled voice through the door, “grandpa says no breakfast for either of you if you don’t come right now.” there’s a quiet grumble of, “they talk so much, as if they don’t see each other every day,” under the blonde’s breath, and then you hear the soft pads of his feet as he walks away.

and silently, as you both dress and fix up your appearances, you don’t know if shinichiro is the same shin you grew up with.

you don’t stay for breakfast, and he doesn’t ask you to.

——————————

shinichiro is stupid.

he’s a fucking idiot and he knows now why he’s never had any luck in the department of love. he’s pathetic and a coward and he deserves all the rejections he’s got lined up on his record—at least, that's what he woefully tells wakasa as he’s got his head in his hands.

“you’re not a virgin anymore?” wakasa asks in shock, mouth agape as though this is more surprising than the aftermath shinichiro’s so kindly summed up—the same aftermath that happens to be the worst mistake of his life.

“that’s not the fucking point i’m making,” he grits his teeth. “the girl i’m in love with thinks i don’t feel the same, man. can you read the room?”

“so no congrats cake, then?” wakasa asks, just to be sure. he dodges the screwdriver thrown at his head expertly. “i don’t see what the big deal is,” wakasa sucks on his lollipop, shrugging as though it’s a simple matter. shinichiro wishes his aim wasn’t equally as bad as wakasa ability to dodge is good. he really wishes the screwdriver hit. “anyway, just show up at her house with flowers and say, i love you too, i just got shy. girls love flowers.”

“i wasn’t shy, i was shocked,” he mutters quietly, “and it’s not that simple,” he grunts, sighing as he wallows in self-pity. wakasa is not as good at relationship advice as shinichiro thought, and now he’s even more irritated that someone as dense as his friend is blessed with so much romantic appeal.

“why not? she loves you, you know that now. the hard part’s done,” wakasa shrugs, “so you guys like…had full-on sex? are you actually not a virgin anymore?”

“you know what, forget i said anything,” shinichiro huffs, staring down at his hands with a frown. wakasa gazes at him for a moment, eyeing the look on his face that can’t be labeled as anything other than purely crestfallen.

“if you love her, you wouldn’t be sitting here feeling bad for yourself,” wakasa says quietly. “between the two of you, she’s probably more miserable right now,” he mumbles. “no point in being a coward now.”

it’s silent. and then shinichiro’s groaning before he stares up at the ceiling.

“i’m not like you,” he mutters, “i can’t sweet talk or be romantic or anything. i’m hopeless.”

“you’re right,” wakasa agrees thoughtfully, picking at his nails as he rolls the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other, “you’re not me.”

“okay, man. i get it, you don’t have to—”

“that’s why you lead black dragon and not me,” wakasa looks him dead in the eye, giving him a pointed look as though to say wake up. “and that’s why she loves you and not me. quit makin’ excuses and get off your ass.”

and shinichiro is stupid.

he’s painfully unaware of a lot of things, reckless and a tad bit too spontaneous in his choices, but he thinks maybe you’ve known that all along, and you still love him even through the busted lips and wounded pride. you loved him through his delinquency and trouble-making habits, and you loved him before he’s built himself to be the most respected gang leader around these parts.

so with a nod, he smiles softly at his friend—maybe it’s a good thing wakasa dodged the screwdriver after all.

“thanks, man.”

“yeah, whatever, don’t make it weird,” wakasa grunts, rolling his eyes. there’s a fondness in his gaze, though—and his lips just barely tug at the edges. “so did you really last long enough?”

this time shinichiro throws a wrench.

——————————

it wasn’t supposed to go down like this. he had a plan. a foolproof plan.

he had the flowers, he had the chocolate, and he even had a piece of paper in his pocket with a bulleted outline for the all the things he wanted to say—reading off of it word for word seems like a tad bit of a dick move, so he opts for bullet points instead of full sentences.

it was supposed to be smooth and heartfelt and endearing enough that you’d have absolutely no choice but to give in to his charms and say it’s okay, shin. i still love you. and maybe, if he got lucky and the universe was on his side, he’d get to kiss you some more. maybe other things too, but he tries to be practical and not hope for too much.

but evidently, the universe was not on his side because before he can even grab the flowers and be on his way to your house, he’s being robbed. and to make things worse, it’s by his own brother’s friends. and to add icing to the cake, one of them split his head open with a fucking chain cutter. he wonders if this is karma for trying to hit wakasa’s head with not just a screwdriver, but a wrench too.

so, instead of your front doorstep, he lands himself a nice little visit to the hospital, a teary-eyed manjiro and emma at his bedside by the time he wakes up.

“shin, do you remember me? i’m your sister, emma,” she says with wobbly lips and a quiet sniffle, tugging gently at his hospital gown. his eyes soften, and he places a hand on top of her head, ruffling her hair affectionately.

“yes, emma, i still have my memory,” he chuckles, “and you must be manjiro,” he teases. manjiro purses his lips with a huff, but when two tears trickle down his cheeks, shinichiro wipes them away with the pad of his thumb. “i’m fine,” he murmurs, “see? nothin’ to worry about.”

and then the door slams open and everyone flinches, all eyes darting to look at you as you stand with your own teary eyes and wobbly lips, the sound of your sniffles joining the rest.

“oh shin,” you sob, and soon, you’re gently cupping his cheeks and tilting his head to get a better look at the bandages. “does it hurt? are you gonna have any permanent damage? is the kid in jail? do you remember what happened? wait, do you remember me? it’s me, remember? we’ve been friends since we were kids, i helped you up after you got beat—”

“okay,” he hisses, “we don’t need to relive that. it’s in the past,” his eyes glance at manjiro and emma before meeting yours again. you purse your lips and roll your eyes.

“you almost died,” you spit at him, “how are you still worried about your rep?”

“i’m fine,” he grumbles, and then his eyes soften and he meets your gaze. he feels his heart sink when he notices there are tear tracks down your cheeks, staining your pretty little face in a way it never should be—you’re too good for this world for that. “really, i am.”

before either of you can even ask, manjiro is grabbing emma’s hand and tugging her along as he shuffles out the door, leaving you both to yourselves in the room without two sets of eyes watching…whatever this moment is as it goes down.

“shin,” you sigh, seating yourself down on the chair beside his bed. he almost whines in protest when your hands leave his face, missing your touch as soon as it’s gone. “i’m sorry i’ve been avoiding you. i…it’s not your fault you don’t feel the same.”

“wait—”

“it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything,” you cut him off, “i get it, really i do! and i’m not hurt. well, i am a little sad, i can’t lie, but i’ll be fine. we’ll be fine. i don’t…i can’t lose you, shin, you know? we can be friends, i’m okay with just friends—you’re my best friend, and i thought…i thought you were gonna die, and i hadn’t spoken to you in like five days, and—”

“but i do—” you shush him with a finger to his lips.

“just let me finish, okay? i’m really glad you’re okay, i don’t know what i’d do if you weren’t. god, you weren’t waking up, and there was so much blood when i got there, and manjiro was…a-and…” you trail off, voice cracking and eyes watering—and now you’re crying. sobbing, actually. sobbing and tearing his heart right out of his chest and shredding it one tear at a time, and he scrambles to grab your hand.

“you sure do love to hear yourself talk,” he grumbles, tugging you forward to wipe the tears off your face. and the proximity should make him the shy, awkward guy he always reverts into when you’re so close, but somehow all of it flies out the window at the sight of you crying.

he hates the idea of tears ever falling down your cheeks, and he hates the idea of him being the cause even more.

“what are you—”

“i’ve been trying to say,” he huffs, “i–” he takes a breath, one that’s a little shaky before he swallows. “i love you too. i just…just got surprised, you know? cause…cause you’re you, and you laugh at wakasa’s jokes—even though he’s not really that funny, anyway,” he rolls his eyes at the mere thought of wakasa, “and i just froze. i-it’s not cause…l-like, i meant to say it back, really! i j-just…w-well you know me,” he chuckles nervously. you’re staring with your mouth agape. “n-no one’s ever said anything like that to me—well, no. i do get told i love you…by like my family and stuff—wait, that sounds lame. forget that last part—” he almost wishes hanemiya kazutora hit him harder with the chain cutter at this point when he hears you giggle.

maybe death would be better than this, and at least that way he could haunt wakasa to make sure he stays far away from you. but he’s here, making a complete fool of himself as he openly admits that in his twenty-three years of life, he usually really just hears i love you from his younger siblings—and that’s typically only through batted lashes to get him to give in and let them get their way.

“well, at least hitting your head didn’t change you,” you tease, “you’re still the same.”

“it’s too soon to be making head trauma jokes,” he glowers, “i just poured my heart out to you, you know.”

“i know,” you hum, cupping his cheek and tracing a thumb over the skin. he leans into your touch and closes his eyes—and a small part of him is just the slightest bit proud he doesn’t need flowers and chocolate and his stupid bulleted list of things to say on paper.

maybe, he’s enough as is. shy, awkward, weak little cry baby self and all.

“it would be really appreciated if after this, you stopped giving imaushi wakasa the time of day,” he grumbles, “he’s really fuckin’ annoying.”

“you be nice to waka,” you chide, staring at him sternly. he pouts unhappily at the way you defend his friend. “he always says good things about you.”

at twenty-three, you think the adults are right. you don’t see yourself spending your days with anyone else besides shinichiro, and if you have to fight the reaper’s scythe yourself, you will—but you’re marrying sano shinichiro one way or another. now that you have him, you’re never letting him slip from your fingertips again.

so you climb into bed with him, tangle your legs with his and lay your head on his chest, ignore the cramped bed on the hospital that’s a little too small for the both of you, and you gently tilt his head down and you kiss him.

he kisses back as he holds your face, smiling against your lips like he’s got the world in his palms—and he does.

“i’m in love with you,” you murmur as you pull away, not meeting his gaze. your finger traces patterns into his chest, and his arm curls around you tighter.

“oh,” he says.

you glance up at him, frown marring that pretty, pretty face of yours. “that’s it?”

“and i’m in love with you too,” he whispers.

“oh.”

“that’s it?” he pouts playfully, bringing a hand to his chest as he writhes in faux agony. you snort, throwing your head back as you laugh, and he grins down at you, watching the light break over your face as you realize it’s always been you all along—just like it’s always been him.

“shut up, shin,” you smack his chest, smiling against his lips when they find yours in another giggly kiss.

shinichiro is a simple man. he finds that if he has you, he doesn’t really need anything else.

#teepods.writings #thirstee!#fics.#shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x you #shinichiro smut #sano shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x you #sano shinichiro smut #tr x reader #tr x you #tr smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokrev smut

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ke1ng3hirn · 1 year

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Belphie brainrot real !! (smut, mdni)

Started playing Nightbringer and Belphie’s so cute in it especially when he’s a surprise guest >///<

When he’s needy for you♡

Synopsis: how they act when their s/o is gone for a while

cw: masturbation, wet dreams, ftm belphie, t dick, sex toys, humping, slight scent kink/clothes stealing (beel), lazy masturbation, but it’s not very nsfw

one more time, mdni or u will be blocked

Beelzebub can’t help but dread the trip you’re forced to go on. Two months is way too long! He’ll starve without your cooking and your cunt. For the days leading up to the trip, perhaps you’ll start to notice some of the clothes you wanted to wash and pack starting to disappear but hey, you probably just misplaced them, right?

As soon as you’re gone, Beel starts doing everything he can to try and take his mind off your missing presence, trying out a new, gruelling, workout, only to afterwards crave comfort. He’d actually eat everything in the house too, except, surprisingly, the fresh bread buns are left untouched, because when Beelzebub saw them, all he could think of were your soft thighs and tits, and how much he missed your body.

After a week, Beel would reach his breaking point, and pull out the emergency stash… of your dirty clothes he stole before you left. Just the smell of you would get his cock throbbing. He’d let out these deep grunts and groans with your shirt almost plastered to his nose and your pants or even panties wrapped around his dick. Imagine him, flusteredly panicking when you got back because shit, he spent the last few days rubbing his cock raw with your clothes and if he doesn’t deal with it now he’s gonna have to explain why they fucking crunch.

Belphie, however, doesn’t bother preparing at all. Shit, he was half asleep when you told him you were going, so he had no idea what was happening until he woke up to you gone! Once he knew you left he decided to do nothing but “mourn your loss” (sleep) for a good few days. Man really thought he could hibernate through your trip and it was all good until he started waking up, clit throbbing and pussy dripping, after his dreams took a (totally uninfluenced) turn.

He’d shrug it off, but the feeling of emptiness just made him miss you more, resorting to leave his room for the first time in days to sneak a dildo from Asmo’s collection to lazily thrust inside of himself as he stroked his t dick, but the empty pleasure left him unsatisfied. He wanted you, not some shitty hunk of silicone! Being away from you for so long, he couldn’t help but miss you. Belphegor would be desperate. So desperate for you, that he asked Diavolo about what it would take to get to the Human Realm, only for him to tire at the mere thought of the work he’d have to do just to see you a little sooner, and resort to stagnating in his room until you returned.

#belphegor smut #belphegor x mc #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #belphie smut #obey me beel x mc #beelzebub smut #beel smut #beelzebub x mc #obey me smut #om! x reader

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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if you're doing more nsfw alphabets, could I request space hunk din djarin?

Din Djarin nsfw alphabet

Nsfw under the cut

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Near the beginning of your relationship, Din would be slightly awkward and stiff, but as you grew more comfortable, he would become quite cuddly afterwards. He likes to curl up with his head on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite part of himself is his arms, on you its your torso and back.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Din is a very touch starved person, and, especially during the beginning of your relationship, would cum quite fast which he was extremely embarrassed by. He likes when you cum on his armor, especially his helmet whilst he’s wearing it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves to do it in the armor, especially if you are also Mandalorian or have your own armor. Likes to be tamed and told what to do. Will wear ropes or lingerie under the armor.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Din doesn’t have a whole lot of experience. Before he became a bounty hunter it was mainly with other people in the covert, but even then, it was mainly hand stuff.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything where you are looking at each other, or bent over the controls of his ship.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Din isn’t really goofy whilst doing it, he might be more flustered at times.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t care much for grooming, after you start regularly sleeping together he might start at least grooming his pubes and beard.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Depending on time and what you are doing, Din can be romantic in his own way. Like pressing your foreheads together in a Mandalorian kiss, and declaring his love on Mandalorian.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Din doesn’t masturbate a lot. This was very true before you got together, he didn’t see the need and was too busy. After he started having an active sex life, he started to take time to get off at least once every week or every other week.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Armor, Helmets, uniforms, etc

Bondage/shibari

Taming/power struggle

Overstimulation and edging

Muscle or body worship

Lingerie

Praise

Sparring

Dry humping and the likes

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

On his or your ship, somewhere you can be alone.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The easiest way to get him going is to grab his hips or thigh, or pull him back against you. It can also be done by grabbing the back of his neck and giving it a squeeze, or rubbing your fingers across the gaps in his armor or under his helmet.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public stuff, Threesomes and alike, Major sensory deprivation, whipping or cutting.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Din doesn’t prefer either receiving or giving, though he loves to suck on his or your fingers. He doesn’t have the most skill in giving, so it is kind of messy and sloppy.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Tends to be on the slower side, but rougher. Not to the point where it shakes the ship or hurts, but there’s strength behind it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Din isn’t really into quickies, as it means taking of armor and putting it on quicker, or going around with a stained undersuit. He likes to take his time most days.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Din doesn’t like to take risks, especially when it comes to where you are doing it. He doesn’t like to idea of being vulnerable to anyone but you. He might be up to trying new kinks, but he needs to research it first.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

From his long time of being a bounty hunter, he has really good stamina, so it takes some work to get him exhausted.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Din doesn’t own any toys, hes never bought any in the past and is most likely to embarrassed to buy any. He only has any if you’ve bought them for him, or its some you have brought with you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Din doesn’t tease a lot, though he might try when hes very much in the mood. It comes mostly in the form of him in nothing but his undersuit and his helmet, stretching or training in ways that show off.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Din is pretty quiet, mainly huffing and whimpering, he doesn’t get very loud.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Din knows how to knit and sew, and he makes you hats and scarves, and fixes your clothes when it rips. He loves kissing, and will melt if you kiss him all over his neck and chin when he’s still wearing his helmet.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Din is average in length, but Is slightly thicker. There’s a couple of veins but they aren’t very extreme. Uncut.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Din doesn’t have the highest sex drive, he could easily go weeks or a month or two without sex, but he would masturbate every now and then.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a while for Din to fall asleep afterwards, this mainly comes from it being hard for him to sleep in general, so you two would just cuddle in bed, or the pilot seat if you did it in the cockpit.

#male reader #star wars #mandalorian #din djarin #star wars imagine #star wars headcanon #star wars x male reader #din djarin x male reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin headcanon #din djarin imagine #star wars x reader #Mandalorian Headcanon #mandalorian imagine #mandalorian x male reader

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rainy-bangbeom · 2 years

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The BFB - Part One (m)

“May I introduce ‘The Best Friends with Benefits’ contract, or The BFB for short…”

“The BFB? You’re kidding me, right?…”

“Nah, baby—I’m dead FUCKING serious… get it?”

pairing(s): Fuckboy!Minho x Best Friend!Fem!Reader

genre: Best Friends to FWBs!AU, College!AU, slight Angst, Smut

warnings: Mature language, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use, heavy talks of sex and other lewd subjects, explicit and graphic sexual content (18+), protected sex (please remember to always practice safe and protected sex), riding, LOTS of teasing (Minhoe’s speciality everyone), slight power dynamics, dry humping, nicknames (kitten, baby), dirty talk, very slight degradation (R is called a slut once), slight marking, both R and Min are pretty desperate ngl

word count: 6,6k

synopsis: You and Minho have been best friends since the moment you were practically born but when a party gone wrong ends with an arrangement that complicates the boundaries of friendship, you have to decide whether your relationship is merely one of friends or something more.

previous // next

From the moment you stepped foot on your college campus, you’ve only ever had two goals in mind. First—graduate (obviously), and second—sleep with the hottest, sexiest, most delicious hunk of man to ever graze the earth: Seo Changbin. Now fortunately, you’re on the brink of entering your last semester before commencement, so you have to be doing something right there. But as for banging the yummy quarterback who pretty much everyone with eyes is convinced is half-god… no such luck in that department.

It’s not as if you haven’t tried. You’ve spoken to Changbin a total of three times in the last four years—THREE WHOLE TIMES! The first instance happened in your digital imaging course during the first semester of your sophomore year. You sat a row behind him, and though your final grade probably suffered because of the fact, you spent many delightful lectures admiring the glorious sight of the back of his neck. One day before your professor arrived, Changbin turned around to ask if he could borrow a pencil, which, of course, you acquiesced. He never returned it, but it’s still a step in the right direction.

Your second and third meetings occurred under similar circumstances. During sociology in your junior year, he asked to borrow your textbook to jot down some notes, and you spent the remainder of the time wondering if it’s possible to clone a person with fingerprints and dead skin cells alone. And only a couple months later, you were paired in the same class to work on some boring discussion questions together. Mind you, Changbin wasn’t exactly a hands-on partner—pretty much utilizing the entire period to converse with a couple of sorority sisters—but hey, beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to Mr. Yummy-bin.

“Please tell me you don’t actually refer to Changbin as Mr. Yummy-bin…” You return to reality at Seungmin’s voice, turning just in time to watch your roommate undergo a series of overdramatic gags.

You roll your eyes. “Says the guy who calls his boyfriend Hung-jin.”

“Can’t help my man’s got a big dick.” He shrugs, inhaling another big bite of his sandwich before sending you a pointed glance. “You know, I’m all for women empowerment and spreading those pussy juices because fuck the whole societal hoax of female purity and shit… but are you sure you want to sleep with Changbin of all people? I mean, the guy’s more of a fuckboy than Minho, and that’s saying something.”

“Half the girls in this school all claim they’ve sucked their star quarterback off behind the bleachers at opening game. Just because someone says it, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s true.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N)—wouldn’t you rather go for the linebacker, Chan?” Seungmin offers. “He’s no quarterback, but I heard from a reliable source his arms aren’t the only part of his body that’s the size of a tank…”

Similar to Changbin, you’ve only spoken to Chan a handful of times. He seems like a nice guy, and he’s attractive as all hell, but the thought of fucking him just doesn’t click right—and nothing against Chan, but your va-jay-jay doesn’t get as excited at the thought of his head between your thighs.

“If I’m spreading my pussy juices to anyone, it’s gonna be Mr. Yummy-bin.”

Seungmin groans once again, but makes no further attempt to dissuade your decision. He instead retires to the remainder of his lunch, allowing you to do the same.

You and Seungmin met in your history of photography class back in freshman year. For the first few months, you two had a little frenemies feud going on since you were dating his current boyfriend, Hyunjin at the time. The relationship barely lasted two weeks, especially so when you found out Hyunjin was only using you as a cover to hide his true sexuality from his family, but you, along with Seungmin, have remained good friends throughout your college years, going as far as renting a nice apartment just outside campus before the start of junior year. Sure, you have to flee to Minho's dorm when the love birds decide to get a little freaky, but it beats living in a shoebox.

Speaking of the devil, you notice the devil himself sprinting toward your and Seungmin’s table. Judging by his direction and the stack of books in his arms, he likely came straight from his classic literature class, which, if you know your best friend (and you definitely do), indicates he has some piping hot tea to spill.

“Yeonjun’s hosting an exclusive holiday party this Friday night at the fraternity house.” Minho struggles through puffs and pants, practically throwing his Austen collection into your ketchup while lowering into the seat beside you. “Apparently he paid campus security to look the other way for the night, so everyone’s gonna get absolutely shit-faced… we’re going, right?”

“Hard pass,” Seungmin grumbles with an expression of disgust. “The last time I went to a frat party, someone slipped something into my drink and I woke up on the roof completely naked and covered in honey and feathers.”

Minho shrugs before turning to you with pleading, hopeful eyes.

You raise an eyebrow. “Even if I say no, you’re still gonna go anyway.”

“Yeah, but it’s more fun to know my best friend has my back if I accidentally knock myself out while playing pool.”

“You act as if that never happened before?” Your head throbs at the memory of Minho clubbing himself over the head with a pool cue during Halloween of sophomore year. With the help of one of his friends, Jisung, you managed to transport him back to his building only to find out the idiot had bet his dorm key in a game of strip poker. Therefore, you, by yourself, had to haul Minho to your own dorm as inconspicuously as possible, which is not easy considering your best friend has a tendency to belt out ‘Into the Unknown’ when under the influence.

“Pretty, pretty please?” You groan at the pout that adorns Minho’s face, cursing the universe for blessing the man with a pair of puppy dog eyes that can move a Buddhist monk.

“Fine.” Minho immediately cheers in celebration when the answer leaves your lips. “On the condition you avoid any dumb injuries. I really do not want to be driving your ass to the hospital at one in the morning.”

“Swear on my life I’ll be a saint,” he promises, wrapping his pinky around your already outstretched one. To prove his commitment, Minho goes the extra step to lift your conjoined hands to his lips and press a brief peck to your knuckles. “Besides, this gives you a perfect opportunity to jump Mr. Yummy-bin’s bones.”

“Holy shit—you’re so right,” you gasp, already beginning to ponder your look for this Friday. “Should I go for slutty with some class? Or just full-on hooker?”

After swallowing the remainder of his sandwich, Seungmin shakes his head. “I have nothing to say in this matter.”

“Wear that black lace off-the-shoulder dress and heels,” Minho says. “You can thank me after you get the best fuck of your life.”

For once, you can’t help but be grateful for Minho’s barely functioning brain, already anticipating the party, and getting dicked down by the one and only Seo Changbin.

There’s a saying that if a friendship lasts more than seven years, it will last a lifetime—if that’s true, then you and Lee Minho are in this shit for a millennium.

Your moms were best friends throughout college and moved within a two-minute walking distance of each other after graduation, so your fates were pretty much set in stone the moment you entered this earthly plane. You’ve seen each other through it all—diapers and onesies three sizes too big, training bras and bad acne, that one goth identity crisis both of you agreed to erase from your brains—so it only makes sense you two became as close as two souls sworn to secrecy can be.

Of course, at times Minho can be a little shit, and you want nothing more than to kick him where the sun doesn’t shine, but you’d take a bullet for him in a heartbeat, and while Minho may not be the cuddliest person on the plant, you know he wouldn’t hesitate to suck someone’s dick just to keep you safe (true story, don’t ask…).

With a friendship that’s lasted as long as yours, you and Minho have also undergone your fair share of firsts together. After taking a baseball straight to the face, he was there to admire your first lost baby tooth in all its bloody glory, and you, in turn, were there to carry him, with his knee facing the total opposite direction, to the nurse’s office after a nice spill off of the playground jungle gym. He’s been there to console you through failed tests, brutal break-ups, and everything in between…

Minho’s really been there through it all.

You move your attention away from nostalgic thoughts, instead focusing on the shamelessly flirting pair in the front seat of the car. After much convincing (more so threatening) from your end, you managed to persuade Seungmin to attend the party with his boyfriend. Though right now, you don’t know whether to feel disgusted by their shamelessness, elated at their romantic antics, or fearful for your life, seeing as Hyunjin has not looked at the road once in the past two minutes.

“I swear, if we die just because you fuckers can’t go one second without making goo-goo eyes at each other…” Like always, Minho seems to take the words right from your mind, glaring at your partnered companions with a glare sharp enough to cut ice.

“I mean, can you really blame me?” Seungmin hums, feeling up Hyunjin’s bare arm for the millionth time in the past hour. “If you guys weren’t here, I’d be rolling all over that backseat by now.”

“Let’s not share everything with the class now,” you hurriedly intercept. “Hyunjin—can you at least try not to kill your friends before we reach the party? I’d like to actually suck Changbin’s dick in this lifetime and not as Casper the ghost.”

“I’d totally watch that shit—I wonder if there’s such thing as ghost porn…?”

A noise of protest emerges from Seungmin before he lurches forward to turn up the radio, effectively drowning out Minho’s curiosity toward supernatural kinks. Being his seatmate, you’re not so lucky to avoid his research on vampires and period sex. Fortunately, Hyunjin maintains a somewhat steady speed limit and manages to reach the party in record timing.

You practically throw yourself out of the vehicle before your best friend can go more in-depth about werewolf mating. Seungmin is quick to follow, along with Hyunjin, and finally, Minho.

Unsurprisingly, the fraternity house is abuzz with celebration. Muffled club music seeps past its walls, the heavy bass and percussion ricocheting through your bones like a tidal wave. Countless people line the lawn, which is already littered with enough plastic cups and beer cans to fill a convenience store, while crowd after crowd continues to pile past the front door. You can almost feel the heat radiating from inside bleeding into your skin.

“Alright, everyone remember the rules? If you go home with someone tonight, you have to text the group chat.” Seungmin shoots a pointed glare at Minho. “And that doesn’t mean sending any explicit pictures of your nasty ass penis in some chick’s mouth, understand?”

Minho pouts. “We all make mistakes in the heat of passion, Jimbo.”

“Just make good decisions—or at least ones that keep you out of jail and STD-free.” You nod when he glances in your direction, silently promising to protect your safety above all else. Satisfied with your response, you watch Seungmin take his boyfriend’s hand and lead him toward the bustling house—no doubt in pursuit of an empty bedroom to finish what was started in the car.

“So… when do you want to commence operation Bang Mr. Yummy-bin?”

“After I get a couple shots in my system,” you respond, already dragging your best friend in the direction of the front door. Despite the excitement coursing through your veins, you can’t help but notice the butterflies violently fluttering in your stomach. You pause in front of a couple grinding against the entryway, debating whether or not to kick off your four-inch heels and run for the hills. Minho must sense your distress, reaching forward to comfortingly pat your shoulder.

“Hey, you got this,” he hums. “Not only do you look hot as fuck, but Changbin’s a lucky dude—I’ve seen what that mouth do.”

“Does your vocabulary consist of anything besides the urban dictionary?”

He smirks. “I’ve known to dabble in my fair share of overly creepy pick-up lines from time to time.”

You sigh in annoyance, bumping your shoulder against Minho’s chest.

“I’m serious... What if I make a complete and total fool of myself?”

“Then you make a complete and total fool of yourself.” He shrugs. “But if Changbin’s head is too far up his own ass to not see past that, then he’s missing out on the best moment of his life with a drop-dead gorgeous woman who’s way out of his league.”

Your heart warms at your best friend’s reassurance.

“Thanks, Min. I really appreciate that.”

“Yeah, yeah—now c’mon.” You barely have a chance to catch your balance before Minho is yanking you toward the house, nearly avoiding falling face-first into the dirt. “Let’s get you buzzed for the best dicking down of your life—by the way, if you see Ryujin around, proceed to avoid like the plague.”

“Let me guess—a one-hit-wonder?”

Minho smiles. “(Y/N) (L/N), you know me so well.”

True to his word, Minho shoved three shots of tequila and a cup of jungle juice down your throat before scampering off to, as he put it, make his rounds—but you know well enough that he’s probably making out with some random freshman he fished from the crowd. And while you can normally care less about your best friend’s promiscuous escapades, it pisses you off that the fucker is probably getting more action than you are right now.

For the last two hours, you’ve been looking for a moment to steal Changbin’s attention, but it’s as if the universe doesn’t want you to get lucky tonight. When he’s not surrounded by a myriad of desperate cheerleaders, he’s conversing with one of his teammates or chatting up some chick with tits the size of watermelons. It’s like revolving doors in a nightclub—except its VIP membership only to get a piece of Mr. Yummy-bin.

After the eleventh girl, you finally threw in the towel and retreated to the safety of the kitchen. Mind you, it reeks of pot and cheap alcohol, but it’s much better than watching some blonde bimbo rubbing her ass all over Changbin’s dick. You sigh as you pour yourself another serving of jungle juice, hoping to drown away your sorrows of going another night high and dry. Just as you’re about to commence your pity party, some asshole collides into you from behind and spills your drink all over the front of your dress.

“You mother fu—Ch-Changbin!?” Your intentions of giving the culprit a piece of your mind totally vanish when you discover the same man you’ve been attempting to converse with since the first day of freshman year. His lightly tanned skin is shiny and tinted pink from sweat and alcohol and his jet black hair is a tousled mess, but his biceps are bare, big, and proud in the sleeveless white tee that leaves nothing safe from your greedy eyes.

“Oh hey, it’s… (Y/N), right?” You almost forget how to breathe when he slurs out your name, needing to grab the counter behind you to avoid collapsing to the floor in a heap. “We were partners once in chemistry?”

“Sociology, actually,” you correct with the largest grin, totally forgetting about your now drenched, alcohol-reeking dress.

“Ah right. They all just kind of blend together after a while.” He chuckles, swiping a strand of hair from his sweaty forehead. “Anyway, how come you’re hiding out in here? Not enjoying the party or something?”

“What? Oh no—nothing like that,” you quickly deny his observation with an awkward laugh. “Actually, I’ve been looking for an opportunity to talk to you.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

You hum, “Well, I find you very, very attractive, and I was just wondering if you’d like to—”

“Binnie! There you are!”

You watch in horror as a girl from your world history class pops out from literally nowhere and tackles Changbin in a heated liplock that’s more tongue than anything. After a good thirty seconds of swapping saliva, she retreats backward to pout childishly. “It’s not nice to keep a girl waiting, you know?”

“Sorry, babe. Got distracted.” Changbin smirks before leaning down to nibble at her collarbone. “Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

And just like that, the couple begin to make out right there against the refrigerator, leaving you forgotten—again. Not wanting to put yourself through anymore torture, you grab the nearest unopened bottle of vodka and make a mad dash for the upstairs, praying you’ll find a room free of anymore horny bitches trying to suck each other’s faces off—or worse.

Fortunately, after multiple traumatic attempts, you managed to snag an unoccupied bedroom to freely drown your sorrows. Unfortunately, the vodka you grabbed was severely watered down, so the alcohol contributed minimal cessation to the hurricane of insecure thoughts raging through your brain. You had various debates with yourself about just calling an Uber and sulking underneath the covers of your own bed for the rest of the night, but the possibility of spotting Changbin and his lady friend getting it on against the front door is enough to confine you to the springy mattress.

You begrudgingly take another useless swing before leaning back into the messy mountain of sandpaper sheets and crusty pillows. You try not to think about the previous activities committed on this bed, instead focusing on the vibrations coursing through your limbs—courtesy of the music blaring from downstairs. If you were anywhere else, you might actually find the sensation pleasurable, but it only serves as a reminder of your pathetic, lonely state.

The shuffling of nearby footsteps and obnoxious giggles tears you from your pitiful headspace. Before you can announce your presence to the obviously oblivious couple, the door bursts open, revealing none other than your best friend practically chomping the neck of some sophomore from your nature photography class. You roll your eyes as the pair fail to notice your presence, tossing your now half-filled bottle onto a nightstand with a dramatic huff.

“Careful, Min, or there’ll be none of her left to shove your dick into.”

Minho pulls away from his nightly catch with wide-eyes, gaping at your lounging position. His expression shifts from confusion, to concern, before finally settling on what seems to reflect annoyance.

“Please tell me you’re in here because you’re recovering from Mr. Yummy-Bin’s monster cock—or I swear to god I will beat your ass.”

You nod to your abandoned vodka. “Take a wild guess.”

“What happened to the plan? Get in, get buzzed, and then get fucked?”

“Yeah, well, apparently other people also had the same plan,” you grumble, “I was just one of the unlucky few who isn’t blonde, busty, or bootylicious.”

Minho pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “For fucksake (Y/N)...”

“I’m sorry to interrupt—but who the fuck is she and why is her pathetic meltdown interrupting my opportunity of getting laid!?” Minho’s companion whines, her high-pitched tone only increasing the pounding of your head.

You roll your eyes. “You always know how to pick the bitchiest out of the bunch, Min.”

“Excuse me!? Who the fuck do you think you are, you ugly slut!?”

“She’s my best friend—a bit dramatic, but hardly ugly or a slut.” Minho wrenches away from her with a sneer, nodding his head toward the door. “You, however, are as revolting as they come so get lost before I contract whatever parasite crawled up your ass.”

“Fuck you, Lee Minho! And fuck you too whatever your name is! I’m out of here!”

You watch in both amusement and disgust as Minho practically slams the door after the delightful sophomore stomps away, probably to resume her quest for copulation elsewhere.

“You didn’t have to be so mean, you know,” you hum, ignoring your best friend’s glare and leaning further back into the pillows.

He shakes his head. “Nobody talks to you like that, and don’t try to change the subject. What really happened tonight? No more bullshit excuses either.”

“Long story short, I had him in my sights and we were having a lovely conversation until some girl with pretty brown eyes and enough ass to cover the continent of Antarctica sunk her teeth into him first—literally.” You shiver at the vulgar memory, breathing what has to be your millionth sigh of the night. “Regardless, he barely even looked at me, Min. I think it’s a lost cause… I’m nothing compared to those girls—”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Minho hurriedly disagrees, laying a comforting hand atop your knee. “Like I said earlier, Changbin’s an idiot for choosing a bunch of losers over the most amazing woman he’ll ever meet. Don’t break yourself down over some asshole who can’t think without his dick.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Isn’t that kind of hypocritical considering just two minutes ago you were swapping saliva with some stranger whose name you don’t know?”

“What the—please tell me that’s not the only thing you took from what I just said?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore anyway,” you say, reluctantly rising from the bed to head for the door—more than ready to retire to the comforts of your own apartment. “I’ve accepted the fact that the hottest man in existence will never want to fuck me, so why bother dwelling on it any longer?”

“(Y/N), come on—”

“Just leave it alone, Minho. I’m going home where I’ll give myself yet another lackluster orgasm with a four-year old vibrator that can’t even reach—”

With your hand mere centimeters away from the doorknob, your desired escape is interrupted when you’re suddenly spun around and practically shoved against the door. A warm hand silences your rant by covering your mouth, belonging to none other than your less-than-amused best friend.

“Will you please shut the fuck up for a goddamn second? I’m trying to play my role of the supportive friend, but you’re getting on my fucking nerves.”

You make sure to mouth a deserving insult against his palm, earning a sigh and an eye roll combination from your captor. After another minute or two, you start to notice exactly how close your bodies are—you can almost feel his hips pressing against your own—and while you’re not unused to Minho’s touch, something about this particular position sparks a marathon of butterflies to flutter through your stomach.

Minho finally removes his hand after another long period of silence, laying his palm against the door beside your head. “Look—I’m sorry tonight didn’t go as planned, but have you ever considered the fact that this stupid obsession is hindering other opportunities for you to let loose and have fun?”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you hiss.

“All I’m saying is I think you need to get laid by someone who is not necessarily Changbin—I mean, think about it, when was the last time you actually had sex? And don’t say that date with Felix because you and I both know heavy petting doesn’t cut it,” he huffs sternly.

You raise an eyebrow. “Why do you suddenly care so much about my sex life?”

“Because I’m fucking sick and tired of seeing you mope around like some lovesick teenager! You need to get over Changbin, and I’m prepared to offer a solution…”

“Which is…?”

Complete disbelief spills through your body as Minho points between you and him.

“Absolutely fucking not!”

He shakes his head. “Why not? You’re going through a dry spell, I’m always horny—it’s the perfect answer to both of our problems.”

“Did it completely slip your brain that you and I have been friends since—I don’t know—our entire fucking lives!” Your panicked, borderline aggressive tone does little to curb the serious expression across your companion’s face, only further increasing the strange feeling in your stomach. “We can’t just… sleep together! It totally goes past all and any boundaries of friendship—!”

“But you and I are best friends, so it’s completely different,” Minho argues. “As your best friend, it’s my sole responsibility to help you through the hardest times in life, therefore, I’m more than ready to help you move past your crush by offering forth my exceptional services in all things ‘holey’.”

“For the sake of my sanity, please never say that ever again,” you groan, dragging a hand down your face. “While I appreciate your willingness to help, I still don’t think this is a good idea… especially after what happened last time—”

“(Y/N)”—your muscles tense when Minho suddenly moves closer, nudging one of his thick thighs between your legs while intensely staring into your eyes—“are you attracted to me?”

“Well… yeah, I guess so.”

His dark smirk sends tremors through your knees. “Good, ‘cause I think you're hot—and you wanna know a secret…?” You hold your breath as he leers closer, allowing you to better see the firework show of lust flickering through his umber eyes. “I wanna fuck you right here against this door and listen to your pretty little whimpers and whines, knowing anyone at any second could walk by and hear what a good little slut you are for my cock…”

Holy shit.

The wave of wetness that pools between your thighs immediately soaks your underwear. It takes every bit of your lingering self control to not hump your best friend’s thigh like a horny rabbit. Even so, you find it more and more difficult to repress your dirty desires as Minho trails a hand up your leg, pausing to lift and wrap your knee around his hips. You nearly moan at the new position, pinpointing what seems to be his prominent erection pushing against your pelvis.

“Minho…”

“Just think about it,” he murmurs. “Changbin could walk through here at any given moment—I bet the second he heard you call my name, he’d realize what a brainless idiot he was for passing up this sweet cunt, hm? Tell me, baby—are you fucking soaked? Thinking about me fucking you while Changbin stands just behind this door, wanting what he can’t have?...”

“Oh shit—” Your brain completely short circuits, unable to stop the desperate cant of your hips. Yours and his moans bleed into one another as your clothed cores come into contact. Minho’s fingers tighten on your leg—just shy of bruising. You wonder if he can feel the extent of your wetness against the front of his jeans, but all thoughts are chased away when you deliver yet another roll, expertly dragging your swelling folds over his crotch.

“Fucking hell”—he hisses, his hand beside your head tightening into a fist—“I-I—hah—I’m not gonna l-last if you keep—mm—rutting against me like a kitten in heat…”

His words only motivate your intentions, sharpening and angling your rocks so your clit consistently meets what you believe to be the head of his cock. Seeking more leverage, you wind your arms around his waist and tug him even closer against your body. His face seeks refuge in the crook of your neck as you continue your assault, further fueled by the hot breath caressing your collarbones.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—I’m actually gonna c-cum—”

You silently agree with your companion, gasping loudly when his hips begin to match your rhythm. You both cling to one another as your climaxes approach one after another—Minho’s guttural groan triggering a release that spills white-hot bliss through your veins. You can feel your cunt pulsating as you fight to catch your breath, tiredly leaning your head back against the door. It’s not until you suddenly remember where you are, who you’re with, and what you’ve done that you awaken from your post-orgasmic stupor.

“What… What did we just do?...”

“Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much—”

You shove Minho arms length away with a newfound adrenaline, staring at his confused expression with enough shock to render your muscles numb. “H-How can you joke about this!? You just—I-I just—”

“Made me cum in my pants like a fucking girl boss? That you did.” His wide eyes gradually recede, being replaced with a sexy smirk you’ve seen too many times before—the same smirk he displays when recounting his nightly conquest. “And I, as promised, gave you the orgasm of a lifetime—told you I was gifted.”

The events that took place after your and Minho’s sinful exchange are blurry—likely a result of your light alcohol consumption and disbelief in your and your best friend’s previous actions—but you remember bits and pieces about an Uber ride back to your apartment with Minho blabbering on about some book he’s reading in his literature class. You couldn’t tell whether or not it was his attempt at pretending like nothing happened, or he simply couldn’t care less about what transpired just minutes before—as if dry humping his best friend of 22 years against a random bedroom door at a frat party is a daily occurrence.

You’re not sure what’s more jarring—the fact that Minho is being so casual about everything, or the fact that, despite the inner turmoil hurtling through your mind, you enjoyed the experience. Minho wasn’t wrong when he confronted you about your lack of action. It’s been almost a year and a half since you’ve felt the intimate touch of another person, savored the joys of an orgasm brought by hands that aren’t your own. And while it could have been anyone in the moment, a part of you—the one that isn’t screaming red flags like a mad woman—is almost relieved it was Minho, the same Minho who wiped your tears when your first high school boyfriend cheated and held your hand at your first blood draw because he knows you don’t like needles.

You can’t help but smile at the memory, remembering his poor attempt at distracting you by belting out the lyrics to the Phantom of the Opera in a key that couldn’t be more off. Underneath the vulgar language and rather alarming body count, the Minho you know and love would never do anything to hurt you. As he said at the party, he only wants to help you get over your stupid crush on Changbin. His intentions might not be that pure, per say, seeing as he’s a borderline sex addict, but you can look past that because he’s Minho—your closest and bestest friend.

Which brings you to the now, agreeing to his arrangement after dragging him up to your apartment.

“I still don’t think this is the best idea, but I’m willing to try.”

“Hell yeah!” Minho celebrates as if he found out he just won the lottery. “I knew you’d come around—bet you’re too curious about the wonders of my dick to say no.”

You hold up a finger. “If we’re gonna do this, there has to be rules, boundaries to make sure things don’t get complicated.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“No cuddling, no kissing, and most definitely no feelings,” you say. “We can discuss personal likes and dislikes later, but these three things are totally off the table… fair?”

“Everything will be strictly no strings attached—just two best friends helping each other burn off some steam.” You watch in confusion as Minho retreats further into your apartment, returning only minutes later with an old sketchbook he stole off your bookshelf. He quickly flips to a blank page and scribbles down a myriad of things before ripping out the paper to present it to you proudly. “May I introduce the Best Friends’ with Benefits contract, or the BFB for short.”

“The BFB? You’re kidding me, right?”

“Nah, baby—I’m dead fucking serious… get it?”

“Oh my fucking god…”

He smirks. “God, huh? I’m flattered, kitten, but let’s just stick with my name for now…”

“Can you for one second stop acting like a goddamn condom ad and be serious!?” Your outburst surprises not only your companion, but yourself too. You attempt to collect your bearings, inhaling a deep breath to clear the tightness in your chest before continuing in a softer tone: “I just—this isn’t like your other hook-ups, okay? I can’t be one of those people you just fuck and throw away like a used condom—”

“Woah, woah, hold on, (Y/N),” Minho interrupts, shaking his head in disbelief. “Do you really think that low of me? You’re my best friend, not some cheap hooker off the street—I would never do anything to hurt you.”

You can’t help but look away from his almost pained gaze, shrugging your shoulders with a sigh. “Of course I know that. I just… don’t want to lose you.”

“Hey.” You’re forced to meet Minho’s eyes when he gently takes your chin between two fingers and turns your head. His smile is small, but endearingly genuine. “Just two best friends helping each other out with no kissing, no cuddling, and no feelings—the BFB in itself.”

“Still a stupid name,” you mumble, unable to curb the smile pulling at your own lips. “Are we supposed to sign away our consent on that piece of paper?”

“Nah, that was just for dramatic flair. Consider it an unspoken promise between us.”

You move to roll your eyes, but are pleasantly surprised when Minho takes a step forward, leaving only an inch of space between your faces. You’re reminded of your escapade back at the party, your body instantly growing warm at the memory of no doubt one of the best orgasms of your life. Goosebumps scatter across your bare skin as your companion takes your hand, delicately weaving your pinkies together before leaning down to press a long peck to the swell of your knuckles. You swear your body comes alive—slick already pooling into your underwear at his touch.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop, (Y/N).” Despite the arousal clouding your brain, you recognize Minho’s gentle tone—one you’ve only heard on a handful of occasions. Your heart can’t help but flutter at his consideration for your comfort—yet another reminder that he’ll always be there for you no matter what…

“Don’t stop, Minho,” you finally concede, winding your arms around his neck to tug him even closer. “I don’t want you to stop…”

The care in his gaze instantly melts into something dark—almost sinister.

“Is that so? You better prepare for the best fuck of your life, kitten, ‘cause I’m not gonna stop until the only name you remember is mine…”

“You talk a big game, Min,” you snicker, seductively gliding your hand down the front of his silk button-up to the waistband of his jeans. “Ever heard the saying that actions speak louder than words? Unless all of it is just that—talk?”

You shiver at the malicious sneer that overtakes his face.

“I’ve been with enough guys and girls to know it’s not just talk, now I suggest you head to your room before I take you right here on the floor.”

Unable to respond, you follow his instruction and retreat to your bedroom with Minho following close behind. Once you reach your destination, Minho allows you a moment to remove your heels and plug in your phone. You reach behind your back, ready to escape the confines of your snug dress, but a second pair of hands halt your movements.

Minho hums. “So fucking glad you wore this dress—allow me to remove it?”

“Be my guest.”

You’re surprised at how sensual Minho is, slowly trailing his hands up the length of your arms, over your shoulders, and down your back as if committing the curves of your body to memory. You’re breathless by the time he actually begins to unzip your dress, using his other hand to trace your naked spine as it becomes more and more exposed. The logical part of your mind knows he’s playing with you—having heard many, many recounts from previous victims of his sadistic delight to tease.

Impatient and soaking through your underwear, you whirl around to shove Minho onto your bed. He lands with a gasp, annoyance crowding his features. You watch him open his mouth, likely to chastise your hastiness, but interrupt his motives by peeling the rest of the dress from your figure. His jaw drops at the sight of your favorite pair of black lingerie, emphasizing the very best parts of your body like a vice.

“See something you like, Min?”

“Shut the fuck up and get over here already,” he seethes.

“Someone’s a bit impatient,” you laugh. It’s evil, you know that very well, but you can’t deny how much you enjoy pushing your best friend’s buttons—even more so in a situation like this one. With a bite of your lip and a wink, you trail a single hand down your front between your breasts, pausing just above the band of your panties. “Make you a deal—I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

“Never expected you to be a dirty fucking tease,” Minho sasses, but smirks in amusement and listens to your intended command nonetheless. You stare with hooded eyes as he removes his shirt, taking his sweet time to undo every single button and gradually reveal the caramel planes of his chest to your greedy gaze. Your knees nearly buckle as his bare biceps flex with every movement, complimenting the leanness of his form perfectly. You don’t even realize he’s also discarded his jeans until his husky tone reaches your ears: “You gonna stand there and gawk all night? Or are you gonna come over here and ride me into the sunset?”

His suggestion is too good to pass up, which is why your feet frantically carry you to the bed where Minho’s thick thighs welcome your weight. He pulls you closer by the hips, dragging your still clothed cores against one another. You release a groan at the contact while Minho hisses, busying himself with tracing your collarbones with his tongue. You’re not sure where to put your hands, deciding to splay them behind you on his knees.

“Do you—shit”—you almost choke when he nips at your decolletage—“do you have a c-condom?”

“Back pocket,” he mumbles against your skin.

In record time, you manage to fish the contraceptive from his discarded jeans and pull it over his already hard cock. Minho pumps himself once, twice, inhales a deep breath, then looks at you pointedly. “Y-You sure about this?”

“One hundred percent,” you say, dragging aside the seam of your panties without a second thought. Once again, Minho pulls you as close as possible against his chest, assisting you in your task of lining his bulbous head with your dripping entrance. Your body screams in absolute euphoria as he begins to breach your walls, stretching your core with a delicious ache that you haven’t felt in months. You have to relax your mind, nearly cumming at the sensation, and focus on your ragged breathing instead.

“Holy shit, you feel amazing—you okay?”

“J-Just give me second,” you stutter. “It’s—hah—it’s been awhile.”

“You’re in control here, baby,” Minho assures. “Move when it feels comfortable, hm?”

“I might… I might cum…”

“Just from my cock?” You curse the cocky smirk that spreads across your best friend’s face. “Go ahead, kitten, ‘cause I believe I promised you a night of endless pleasure—that’s only one of many…”

...What did you get yourself into?

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silens-oro · 1 year

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wip wednesday

steapa x f!dane reader

synopsis: finan, ever the schemer, tries to play matchmaker.

an: this will be a stand alone one shot that will be filled with filth and debauchery once it is finished 😈this was written on my phone so no word count or editing. we die like s*****.

warnings: talks of sex and maiming, but neither act happens. Finance’s mouth is it’s own warning.

“I’ve noticed something,” Finan said as he sat next to you on the bench you occupied. All of the men had dispersed once you made it to Winchester -for food, sleep, women, or a combination of the three. You decided to head to the closest ale house for some food and drink to unwind after your long journey before you went to bed.

Your body ached, as did your belly. You tried to not let Finan’s interruption ruin the meal in front of you.

A hearty bowl of stewed beef with chunks of carrot, potato, and onion steamed in front of you, a hunk of crusty bread in your hand to dip into the thick broth. You were mid-dunk into the bowl when Finan spotted you.

“Is it that you refuse to give me a moment’s peace?” You grumbled, finally bringing the soaked bread to your mouth. You nearly groaned at the taste and feel of a hot meal. You threw Finan a look as you chewed. “You’ve lost your shadow?” You referenced Osferth, who had grown quite the attachment to Finan, as you dig into the bowl with your spoon.

“Praying, what else would be be doing? And do not deflect from my questioning.” He playfully reprimanded.

“I merely wished to know where to find the boy so I could tether him to you so you’d leave me be,” you said through a mouthful of stew. “What are you doing bothering me? Will no woman take your coin for the night?” You grinned.

“Any woman would be happy to take my coin, thank you. But my question still stands: Why do you not take a man to bed?” You dropped the bread to the table and abandoned the spoon in the bowl to turn your body to face the Irishman.

“Excuse me?” Offense was clear as day on your face as you glared at him. “Who I take to bed does not concern you.”

“Anywhere we stop, the men find their ladies of the night, but you never take anyone to bed. Why is that?” Your head tiled back as you sighed. There goes your meal for the night.

“You do not know this.” You argued.

“Ah, but I do.”

“Why does this matter?” You grumbled, bringing your cup of ale to you lips. “How would you know my whereabouts when you’re occupied?”

“Because you always have the same look on your face before I leave to hump and when I’m finished.” He had a point. “It is a good stress reliever. You seem wound up, more so than usual. If you need help-”

“No!” You stopped him mid-sentence, your dagger out in the blink of an eye and pointed at Finan. “Do not finish that sentence if you wish to keep your tongue.”

“It was merely a suggestion,”

“Merely do not suggest,” you spat. His grin only widened at your growing frustration. A few moments passed where you were both in a standoff with your stares, and your dagger pointed at him, before you stood down. The blade was placed on the table, pointed at him in warning. “There’s a reason I don’t allow any of you fools into my bed. I intend to keep it that way.”

“I think it would help. From one friend to another, you need to let loose a little.”

“Let loose? Finan, are you aware of the anatomy differences between you and I?”

“I am intimately aware,” He wiggled his thick brows.

“Then you would know that only one of us is capable of becoming with child,” Finan grimaced at your point, then his eyes lit up with a thought.

“They make a tea for that!”

“Yes I am intimately aware of that, Finan,” You mocked him. His eyes widened, scandalized, but humored nonetheless. “I have ample supply on me, but there is still risk.”

“You minx!” Finan laughed. “Okay, minimal risk. What is the next?”

“The women, more or less are agreeable to look at, yes?” His head teetered from left to right with a shrug.

“Sometimes,”

“But most times you are able to find a woman you can stomach looking at,” You stated.

“I guess so.”

“Look around this ale house,” You said, let him scope out the patrons for a moment before bringing his attention back to you. “Do you see my problem?” Finan grimaced. “My best prospect is Steapa,” you nodded your head in his direction. Finan’s jaw dropped. “And even then I’d need a few more cups.” You shook your ale cup in front of Finan. The man was not disagreeable to your eyes, but he was massive. Gargantuan. There was no question that *all* of him was to proportion.

“Steapa?!” Finan said a little too loud, garnering the man in question’s attention towards your table. You punched Finan directly in the center of his chest, causing him to wheeze and double over on the table in pain.

You gave a short wave with an awkward smile at Steapa who sighed at the pair of you before shaking his head and guzzling more ale.

“Clearly he isn’t interested, and every other man who I could stomach doesn’t have the spine to approach me. It is no surprise. Saxon men are generally weak.”

“You really are unapproachable,” Finan agreed while rubbing his chest. He flinched when you made like you were going to hit him again. “Your face is constantly pinched. You look like you’ve sucked on a lemon,” he teased as he touched the tensed muscle between your brows.

“I wonder why,” you smacked his hand away from you.

“So this is my mission for the night, eh?” Finan wrapped an arm over your shoulder to put you in a near headlock. “We’ll find you a lad to hump so we can get that dazzling smile back on your face!” He said louder than he should’ve, catching the attention of a few men within the ale house -Steapa included. You could feel the heat radiate off of your face as whistles and hoots filled the room. Finan stood before you could stop him and he was off into the night.

Steapa caught your eye. He had a questioning look on his face, to which you just shook your head with a roll of your eyes. Chugging the last of your ale, you looked to the now cold stew in front of you with a sigh.

You heard the scrapes of chairs and benches on the floor, followed by boots heading in your direction.

“Any man who approaches me will be chewing on his own balls as a midnight snack!” You said without looking up. You made a show of fiddling with your dagger before sheathing it. The men who were going to approach sat back down without hesitation. Steapa’s eyes still followed you as you stood, put the hood of your cloak up and fled the ale house to find refuge in your bed.

#wip wednesday #the last kingdom #tlk imagine #the last kingdom imagine #Steapa #x reader #Steapa x reader #finan x reader #the app is behh in by a bitch so I can’t put a read more link #I’ll do it when I get home tonight #sorry 😞

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aspenmissing · 9 months

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𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Hunk is asleep in bed, snoring. He's wearing yellow pajamas and is covered by a blue blanket. Suddenly, an alarm blares and Hunk screams, falling out of bed and landing on his stomach. He groans and tries to stand up, but his legs get tangles in the blanker and he falls asleep again as the door automatically again. Shiro, in full Paladin outfit, does push-ups in his room.

"Everybody up!" Allura shouts over the loudspeaker. Shiro looks to his left and begins to stand up "Zarkon's attacking!" Shiro runs out of the room as the doors automatically open and close behind him. Lance lays on his bed in a pale blue pajamas and covered by a navy blue blanket. His face is covered with a green facial mask and his eyes hidden by a black sleep mask. Headphones over his ears, which blocks out the alarm. Y/N, who is also in full Paladin uniform, is sat on the floor of her room, cross legged. Her eyes are closed and she meditates. Soul is sat in front of her, doing the same "The ship's coming closer!" Y/N opens one eye before standing up, picking Soul up and runs out of her room. Keith is sat upright in bed as he examines his knife "The Castle's about to be destroyed!" Keith gasps and throws off his blanket, jumping out of bed and grabbing his jacket - running out. Pidge was sleeping in the room with the healing pods, rover hovering beside him. Until Allura started shouting over the loudspeaker again. Pidge jumps awake, Rover besides him. "Go, go, go! We need Voltron now!" Pidge jumps up and rushes out of the healing room, Rover by his side

"Hurry! We can't survive much longer!"

" You've got to sell it a little bit more" Coran takes the speaker from Allura; clearing his throat "Oh, no! Allura is dead! Aw, it's horrible! Her head fell off! Wait! What? Her severed head is trying to speak to me! What is it, Allura's head? What are your final words?"

"Coran"

"Oh, yes, Princess, I'm listening"

"It's over" Allura says sweat dropping. Coran turns around, still on his hands and knees.

"Oh, I know! If only Voltron had been formed" He continues. He looks over noticing the Paladins, excepted Lance. He jumps up "Oh! Time!"

"I guess this isn't an actual attack." Shiro says. Pidge rubs his eyes.

"And it's a good thing it wasn't because it took you... Coran?" Allura says, looking at him.

"Seventy-five degrees. Oh" He says as the "Timer" dings "Sorry. No, this is a meat thermometer"

"However long it was, it was too long. You must always be ready to do battle with Zarkon. Look at you! Only Shiro and Y/N are in uniform. But Y/N doesn't have her helmet. Keith, Pidge, Hunk, where are you bayard? And where is Lance?"

"Keith, Pidge, Hunk, where are your bayards? And where is Lance?" Allura said. The door behind the group and Lance enters wearing a Blue and Yellow dressing gown, Blue Lion slippers and a mug in hand. He yawns.

"Good morning, everybody. What's going on?" Lance said, and his face sparkled. He walks over to them.

"Coran and I have been up for hours getting the Castle back in order. We had to run a test on the alarms, and we decided to test you as well. Guess which one failed." Allura said.

"Hey!" Hunk yawns "You got to sleep for 10,000 years, man. Monday night, I was on Earth. Now, I've flown through space, fought some evil alien named Zarkon, eaten goo in some weird castle." Hunk counts "That's a lot to process in, uh... I-I don't know. What day is today?" Hunk continued.

"It's the third quintant of the Spicolian movement. Hump day!" Coran answers.

"It's a lot to process." Hunk says.

"You must understand the stakes of our mission" Allura brings up a map of the universe from the Castleship's computer and displays the amount of distress beacons "Over the last 10,000 years, the Castle picked up distress beacons from the following locations." Allura says."So, we have to assume that Zarkon has conquered almost the entire known universe" Allura moves the map to the Milky Way where is appears barely out of Zarkon's reach "Earth is here. An attack on your planet is inevitable"

"Oh, no..." Hunk said.

"Exactly. Our mission is to free all those planets. Coran and I are getting the Castle ready to leave Arus. During that time, you have to learn to form Voltron, so we can begin fighting Zarkon." Allura said.

"The Princess is right. Let's get to our lions and start training." Shiro said. Pidge turns to look at him.

"Wait. But I want to talk to the prisoners we rescued from the Galra ship." She said. Coran puts his hands as the size of Pidge.

"Ah, negative, Number Six! I have you ranked by height, okay? The prisoners need to remain in the cryo-replenishers until tomorrow"

"That's right. Now get to your Lions. The Paladins head to their Lions, donning their armour before traveling by zip-line. Hunk's zip line stops.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on? What's going...?" Hunk falls from his own weight and the zip-line continues without him. Hunk slides down the shaft slowly "Aw, come on. You've got to be kidding me" The Paladins jump through a hole, landing on their speeders that take them to their Lions. Hunk is late to arrive and drop from the zip-line hole, so his speeder takes off without him. He groans in frustration.

Outside the Castle of Lions, the other Paladins wait for Hunk.

"...Should someone go in after him?" Lance asks.

"Let's, uh, let's give him a moment" The Yellow Lion finally arrives.

"Hey, sorry, everybody. Seriously, though, can't they park these things, like, a little closer to the bridge?" He said. "

All right, guys. Let's just fly in tight formation until we're totally in sync" Shiro says over the comm. Allura appears on Shiro's screen.

"Feel the bond with your lions and your fellow pilots until five become one unit and you form Voltron!" The Lions take off, flying in sync.

"Yeah...!" They all shout "Yeah...!" They do the formation again "Yeah...!" The Paladins become less enthusiastic "...Yay..."

"Whoo. Am I the only one who's still pretending to be excited?" Hunk said. Everyone has a tired look.

"Clearly, this isn't working. Let's set down for a little bit." Shiro says.

"Maybe we should be building Voltron from the ground up." Keith said.

"What do you mean?" Shiro asked.

"I mean, let's try literally building Voltron, like, stacking on top of each other." Keith answered.

"Like a cheerleader pyramid?" Lance says.

"You got a better idea?" Y/N says.

"It's worth a try"

The Paladins stack their lions on top of each other. The Blue and Green Lion on the bottom with the Red and Purple Lion on top of them, facing the side. The Black Lion stands on top of them and the Yellow Lion is at the top.

"Hunk, what are you doing?" Shiro sweatdrops

"What do you mean?" Hunk asks

"You're supposed to be the leg over there" Y/N says.

"What? No. No, no, no. I'm pretty sure that when we did it last time, I was the head. Right?" Hunk said.

"You yelled, 'I'm a leg!'" Lance says.

"Yeah, I was yelling a lot of things." Hunk says/

"Shiro's the head." Keith says.

"All the time?" Hunk said.

"Let's just try it my way for now." Shiro said.

"Okay, but next time I call head." Hunk said. The Paladins stack the Lions properly. The Blue and Yellow on the floor, the Red, Purple and Green Lion on top of them, all facing the same way.

"Okay. Arms and legs... and I'll form the head" Shiro carefully hovers the Black Lion above the others until it stands on top of Pidge, Y/N and Keith's lion's "Feel the bonds with your Lions. Now, channel your energy into forming Voltron. Focus...Focus" Everyone has their eyes closed. Nothing happens "Is everyone bonding and focusing?" Shiro asked.

"Why was this so much easier before?" Lance asks. Shiro sighs.

"Let's take a break" Allura appears on everyone's screen from the Cammand Room.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I may be able to help. Yesterday, you weren't able to form Voltron until you were in the heat of battle." She said.

"Yeah" Pidge says.

"I'm listening." Lance says.

"You're right." Shiro says.

"You've got a point" Y/n says.

"Yeah, I guess" Keith says.

"Perfect. Because I need to run a diagnostic test on all of the Castle's defences. This should help!" Allura said. The Castle of Lions fire blasts as the Paladins.

"This can't be good" Y/N says. The Paladins are then bombarded with fire blasts and they scream and flee.

"Okay, go, go!" Lance shouts.

"Allura, what are you doing?" Allura smiles at Keith from his screen while he's running from explosions.

"Running a diagnostic test on the Castle defences and inspiring you! I believe in you, Paladins! Let fear be your guide! Form Voltron!" She said excitedly.

"Oh, forget this! I'm heading back to the Castle!" Lance says. He pilots the Blue Lion towards the Castleship, dodging the attacks, but is thrown back by the particle barrier. Hunk dodges the bombardment.

"Please stop! Please! Have mercy on us!" Hunk cried. Allura appears on Hunk's screen.

"You think Zarkon is going to have mercy on you? He's probably on his way right now to destroy us all!" Allura says.

"Auto-lock-on engaged"

"Uh oh" Y/N says. The Castle of Lions auto-fires at the panicking Paladins.

The Paladins, except Shiro, lay exhausted on the couches of the Castle Lounge. Allura and Coran enter.

"Are we at full power on condenser number five yet?" Allura asks, looking down at a device.

"No, still just 84 percent." Coran answers. Allura looks up and sees the Paladins.

"You did it! You formed Voltron!" Allura says. Lance is laying down, taking up a whole seat. Hunk has his arms up on the back of the couch. Y/N is layed across the couch, her back bending with the shape of the couches, faced down, feet in Keith's lap. Soul rubbing her bruised head. Pidge and Keith are sat upright, Keith having his arms crossed.

"No. The shooting stopped and the particle barrier shut down, so we just flew in." Keith says.

What?" Allura asks. Coran looks at her, wide eyed.

"Oh, right. Uh, sorry, Princess. I had to turn off the Castle defences to test the fire suppressors." Coran says. Y/N lifts her head, looking to Coran.

"Thank you Coran. Thank you" She says, placing her head back down on it's side. Shiro enters and they all look at him.

"What are you guys doing in here? We're not taking a break." He says.

"Shiro's right. You should be training." Allura said.

"We've been training. When are we going back to Earth? " Hunk sasks.

"I'm not going back until I find my family." Pidge says, leaning forward.

"Guys, there won't be an Earth if we don't figure out how to fight Zarkon." Shiro said. Lance sits up.

"How are we going to fight? We can't even figure out how to form Voltron." He said.

"Well, I'm not surprised. You know, the original paladins fought hundreds of battles together, side-by-side. They were like a pack of yalmors linked at the ears." Coran said.

"Wow. Yeah, that's definitely not us." Lance said, and laid back down, putting his foot on the back of the couch.

"During the last attack, your survival instincts forced you to work as a team, but that will only get you so far. You'll have to become a real team to have any chance of forming Voltron and then beating Zarkon next time" Everyone looks to Coran "You should try working out on the training deck." Coran said. Y/N lifts her head, pushing herself up with her arms.

"There's a training deck?" Y/N says.

The Training Deck illuminates; Coran clears his throat to check his microphone as the Paladins are standing on the training deck in a circle.

"Two, two, one, two. Okay, listen up guys. The Paladins code demands that you put your team members' safety above your own. A swarm of drones is about to attack. It's up to each of you to do everything you can to protect the other members of your team" Altean drones appear; Keith, Pidge and Y/N form shields.

"Wait, wait, wait. What's going on?" Hunk says as his shield forms "Whoa. Did you guys get one of these?" He said. Lance and Shiro form shields.

"Get ready" The Altean drones fire lasers. Hunk dodges and Pidge is struck, dropping into a hole that opens up underfoot.

"Hunk your supposed to protect, not duck" Y/N shouts, putting her shield in front of her face as a fire laser shoots at her.

"Protect your teammates or no one will be there to protect you!" Coran said. Hunk then went down. Y/N, Lance, Shiro and Keith huddle back-to-back to defend themselves "Time to increase intensity" The drone fire becomes rapid.

"You keeping up over there, Keith?" Lance said.

Just concentrate on keeping me safe" Keith said.

"Me? I own this drill. You're the one who needs to concentrate" Lance says. The drones fire at their heads. Shiro, Y/N and Keith dodge, but Lance is distracted and does not. He lifts his foot to avoid being shot, and Keith is shot instead, disappearing into the floor. Y/N takes Keith's place.

"Really Lance!" She shouts. Lance tried to defend Y/N and Shiro but it struck himself, leaving Y/N and Shiro who stand back-to back.

"You good shiro" Y/N says.

"Yeah, you" He replies.

"Good" Shiro doesn't notice the drone to his left so Y/N shields him, leaving her back open. She gets shot and the floor beneath her opens and she falls. Shiro, being the last one left, has no way of protecting himself and shortly ends up struck. He falls through the hole in the floor. Coran facepalms but continues to the next test: an invisible maze. Lance stands inside the maze.

"To form Voltron, you must trust each other. This ancient Paladin maze will teach you that trust. Your teammate can see the walls, but you cannot. So, listen carefully. If yo touch the walls, you'll get a slight shock" Lance puts on his helmet.

"Wait. Who's guiding me through?"

"Take two steps forward" Keith says through Lance's helmet using a microphone.

"Oh, no. Not Keith. Why does he get to be the man on the mic?"

"Now, just sit tight. You'll get your turn"

"Like I said, take two steps forward, turn right, and take three steps that direction" Lance only turns right and hits a wall, getting shocked.

"You did that on purpose!" Lance says, looking up at Keith.

"You're not listening"

"You said, 'Turns right'"

"But, before that, I said, 'Take two steps forward"

"Two steps--" Lance steps in the wrong direction and gets shocked again "We're switching places right now!" Later, it was Y/N and Pidge's go. Y/N was in the maze, while Pidge was guiding her.

"Turn left, three steps forward. Stop!" Y/N does so "Back 1" Y/N moves back "Turn left then 2 steps forwards then make a left turn then 3 steps forward" Pidge says. Y/N follows the guide.

"Nice teamwork you two, no wonder the Green and Purple lion have such a good bond, they trust in each other" Coran said with a smile. Y/N looks up at Pidge, smiling.

"I guess we do, huh"

The team are flying their Lions through the sky for the next test. Coran speaks to them from the Castleship's Bridge.

"You'll never be able to form Voltron unless each of you has a strong bond with your Lion" Coran said.

"No problem. Me and Blue are best buds for life, for real." Lance said.

"Perfect! Then you won't have any issues with this exercise. Everyone, put your lions into a nosedive!" Coran said. All the lions growled and went into a nosedive.

"This is an expert-level drill that you really shouldn't attempt until you've been flying for years, but uh, we're in a bit of a rush, so here we go. Activating training helmets!" Coran said. Dark visors appear over each Paladin's helmet. Lance screams.

"Coran, what's happening? I can't see!"

"You must learn to see through your lions' eyes. The goal is to pull up right before you crash into the ground. Feel what the lion feels!" Coran explained.

"Mine feels scared!" Hunk panic and pulls out of the dive right away.

"You still going, Keith?" Lance asks.

"You know it. You?"

"Going? I'm speeding up!" Lance shouts, speeding up his dive.

"Oh, yeah?" Keith said.

"Must be getting close." Lance said.

"Must be." Keith said.

"You getting scared?" Lance taunted.

"I'M NOT SCARED" Keith shouted. Keith loses his temper and speeds ahead; both crash into the ground with their Lions half-buried. The Blue Lion rolls away.

"Ow..." Keith groans.

"...I win" Shiro, Y/N and Pidge are still in a nose-dive.

"What was that noise? Did they crash?" Pidge panics and pulls out of the dive, but hits a cliff. Shiro and Y/N remain in a dive.

"You still there, sis?" Shiro asks.

"Yea, I trust my Lion no matter what" They continue to nose-dive. Y/N begins muttering to herself "Come on lion, show me what you see" Shiro and Y/N closes their eyes and are able to connect with the Black and Purple Lion seeing what they see. They pull out of the dive last-second and the two flies through several rocky areas without using their own eyes.

"I think I'm getting this." He said.

"Me to"

"Excellent, Shiro! Y/N!" Coran praises over the comm.

The Paladins sit in a circle in the Training Deck with special headsets. Coran speaks to them over the intercom.

"Now the most important part of paladin training is being able to meld your minds and focus on one thing: Voltron. Everything else has to fade away. This technique will be essential every time you form Voltron" Coran said. A screen depicting the thoughts of the Paladins appears before each one. Y/N thinks of the photo that Hunk found of her and Shiro. Keith thinks of the desert shack. Lance thinks of his family. Hunk thinks of food. Pidge things of the photograph Hunk found of "Pidge" and a girlfriend, but the image is obscure. Shiro thinks of the Kerberos Mission launch "So, relax and open your mind. No walls, no secrets between paladins. Come on, everyone, clear everything. Now, focus on forming your lion" The Paladins, minus Pidge, form their image into their respective Lions and move them to form Voltron. "Bring your lions together and - and form Voltron." Coran says "Keep your minds open, work together. Good! Keep focusing! Only one to go!" Coran said. The Green Lion has not appeared. Pidge's mental image remains static-filled; Keith notices.

"Pidge, stop thinking of your girlfriend!" Pidge's mental image disappears.

"I wasn't! Hunk was rooting around in my head!" Pidge said. I opened my eyes, and the hologram of the lions coming together to form Voltron is gone.

"I-I thought we were open. You can look in my head hole." Hunk said.

"Everyone has to be able to look in everyone's head holes! Clear your minds!" Coran shouted from high up. The Paladins try again. This time, Pidge is able to manifest the Green Lion. The mental Lions move together. "Good! Almost there" The mental Lions begin forming Voltron "Now, form Voltron. Yes!" Coran shouts. The Green Lion attaches to the mental Voltron, but becomes the same static-filled image as before.

"Pidge!" Lance shouts. Pidge snaps in frustration and throws the headset off.

"I'm done with this! Look, I don't like everyone grubbing around in my head!" Pidge shouts.

"Oh, come on, Pidge, we're starting to get the hang of this." Shiro said.

"I'm just... I'm just tired, okay?" Pidge says.

"Okay. Let's take a break" Shiro says,

Coran hands all the Paladins packs of fluid to drink as they sit and relax.

"You have been working hard. Maybe it's time to relax a little" Coran says. Allura stomps over, the mice on her shoulders. Soul, who was besides her, runs over to Y/N. She sniffs the pack of fluid and takes a sip.

"What are you doing lying around? You're supposed to be training!" Allura says

"Just resting a bit. You know, you can't push too hard"

"What do you mean, 'can't push too hard'? Get up, you lazy lumps! It's time you faced the Gladiator!" Later, The Paladins stand with their Bayards formed in the Training Deck.

"In order to defeat the Gladiator, six paladins must fight as one" Coran says over the speakers. The Gladiator robot drops from the ceiling wielding a polearm staff.

"Hmm? Whoa!" Hunk panics and shoots, hitting Keith's shield. The Gladiator knocks Hunk of his feet and onto the ground, shocking him. Pidge fights the Gladiator robot but is also knocked away, falling over Hunk. Y/N swings at the Gladiator but it deflects her hit, knocking her scythe out of her hands and zaps her before pushing her away with its staff. Lance starts shooting at the Gladiator, before his gun is also throws out of his reach. The Gladiator hits Lance on his head before turning around to deflect Keith's sword, hitting Lance on the head again before picking Lance up with its staff and tossing him into Keith who both fall onto Y/N, who was nearly stood up. They groan in pain, Y/N mostly since she's under the two.

"Ow..." She groans. The Gladiator rushes Shiro, triggering a memory. Shiro freezes. Keith launches himself from the floor to black the Gladiator's attack on Shiro.

"Shiro, are you okay?" Keith grunted. Shiro does not respond. The Gladiator knocks Keith into Shiro, sending them both to the floor. The Gladiator then turns, blocking Y/N's attack. Y/N smiles sheepishly.

"Uh...hehe. It's not what is looks like?" The Gladiator slams its staff into her stomach, electrocuting her. She flies back and lands back on Lance and the two groan in pain.

"Oww"

#Voltron #Reader Insert #Voltron Fandom #Voltron Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Keith x Reader #Keith Kogane x Reader #Voltron Legendary Defender

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kingkatsuki · 1 year

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☠︎ @saneminx

Shigaraki Tomura.

Girl, are you really sure you want this one? He’s a little… ugh, whatever. I guess you look cute together. And you’ve managed to capture his heart, which for a guy like Shigaraki is not an easy feat. Bet you didn’t think he’d ever let anyone this close, I sure didn’t! But you guys get along well together, waking up early and staying in bed to cuddle for a few extra moments before you have to start the day and he’s handsy… his fingers always find themselves buried deep inside you, not that you’re complaining! You prefer warmth to coldness, but that’s not always what you get from Shigaraki though is it, babes? It’s not that he means it, but he’s used to people hurting him so he just expects it now— even from you. You could spend hours trying to convince him that it’s not the same, that you won’t do that to him but it’s hard to believe when it’s happened before. He watches you interact with your friends and begins to wonder why someone like you is with someone like him, ends up thinking you’re going to leave him and you will!! But not for that reason— he becomes cold and distant, and it’s like no matter what you do you can’t shake it, you’re turning into strangers inside your own home and eventually he snaps. He doesn’t listen to you or what you want huh? He thinks he’s doing you a favour leaving but instead hes just left another trail of destruction. I guess that’s what you get for picking faulty goods huh? :(

Shinazugawa Sanemi.

Now this is what I’m talking about! What a sexy hunk of a man, who cares about his personality when he’s got a fat cock and knows exactly how to use it. He could probably be more concerned about your own pleasure instead of reaching his peak and cumming when you were so close, but it’s okay. If he’s in a good mood he’ll let you hump his hand until you cum too. But personality matters, doesn’t it? Especially when he can be so cold. He doesn’t mean to be, I know that and you know that. But it’s what you get for picking another broken soul, I bet you think you can fix them, eh? This man never listens to you, so intent on his own goals and achievements. Even if you ask his brother to talk to him, you’re not going to get anywhere. He spends time with you on his terms and sometimes it feels like he only uses you as a warm body, doesn’t it? You have no idea he keeps a distance because he thinks it’s protecting you, spending time away because deep, deep down he is scared about losing you. But he’s shit at communication and he’ll never tell you that, so instead he hides behind his cold persona. But hey, at least he’s fit. You shouldn’t let him walk all over you, you should get mad when he doesn’t listen and lash out. Give him a piece of your mind, let him know exactly how you feel! But you won’t, will you? You’ll just continue in this constant cycle of him doing whatever he wants and you accepting it, it’s okay though. Cause at least he’s got those words of affirmation for you! Oh… he doesn’t? Wow, sorry hun…

#jos toxic matchups #ask games #ask game

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augment-techs · 2 years

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Dillon and Ziggy + X, Z, S, O, J for the new headcanon asks

X-Ray: Yes, Dillon has taken to watching all the guys when they’re in the garage together, soaping up after a battle and enjoying the heat on their bruises, followed by a cold spray down. Yes, Ziggy is his favorite to watch, especially with the way the water pats down his crazy curls. No, he is not aware that this is called voyeurism, and considered inappropriate for most of his stay in Corinth. When Ziggy was a little kid, he got most of his carnal knowledge out of sitting in trees outside of windows, keeping a look-out for the mob, so...yeah, that carried over a little into adulthood. But he did ASK Dillon permission first. Zombie AU: Yes, they are both surviving the encroachment of zombies and a virus among the general population in this AU. Dillon did not lose his sister to the flesheaters, instead leaving her in the only place on earth fully protected against them, taking up arms to defend the place. Ziggy came along about a year after Dillon to the city, nearly getting his head blown off outside the wall because he looked so bad, so grimy, and slow they thought for sure he was infected. But, Dillon saw a light in his eyes and a spring in his step, and heard him muttering shitty showtunes to himself, so he did not allow Scott to take the shot. Sexual/Sleep Preferences: Dillon will absolutely take sex after a long day of being a Ranger, followed by making sure Ziggy isn’t directly under him, and passing out like a hibernating bear. Ziggy has fully permission to use his cock like a joystick if he didn’t get to finish while Dillon himself catches some Z’s; going so far as write down, “Yes, Ziggy, you are allowed to kiss, grope, fondle, suck, swallow, hump, and ride me however you want while I’m unconscious. Enjoy your orgasms.” Oral Fixation/Fetish: Dillon likes to eat rare meat whenever he can, and chews on ice so much that it makes everyone else flinch except for Doctor K. This translates in the bedroom into lipping and holding onto the nape of Ziggy’s neck for however long he’s able and allowed to keep his jaws clamped down on the squirrelly Green Ranger. Ziggy is a big fan of tongue and would absolutely get a piercing for his own if he wasn’t terrified of the idea of infection and didn’t like the taste of metal. Dillon understands this, and supplies Ziggy with a shit-ton of lollipops and gum instead. Jacking Off: While Dillon never had much of a drive to do his own self for as long as he could remember, Ziggy didn’t have much other in the way of stress relief out in the wastes. When they got into the city, straight into prison, Dillon heard the younger man try to keep quiet in his own bunk, but he couldn’t mask the smell. When they moved into the Garage and both carried their morphers, Dillon did imbibe here and there in the showers, but Ziggy occupied himself almost every night once he had access to a locked door. When they started dating, Dillon didn’t even bother leaving the room when Ziggy would start palming himself over his skinny jeans, grinding himself into a pillow, or finding some lube and take care of his massive sex drive right in front of his absolute hunk of a boyfriend. In fact, he actively participated, his hand much bigger and warmer and doing the job, he believed, much more effectively from the range Ziggy managed--sometimes getting cum right on his own chest with Dillon’s affection. It works for them.

#ask fill #prompt fill #sexy ask fill #power rangers RPM #boom! comics power rangers #Ziggy Grover #dillon x ziggy #diggy #mmpr

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fuerstinlya · 10 months

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Royal greetings!

Here's s very detailed introduction of my OC. Thank you @hawkasss for the template!

I don't think that many people will read the whole text, so It's more of a guideline for me, have fun!

(g) = Galra form

(n) = normal

Character Chart

Character’s full name:

Lya of Velurya

Character’s nickname: Skadi

Birth date: Jan. 24.

Physical appearance

Age:

-> 200 deca-phoebs

-> ~ 18 compared to human years

But technically, she's 10.200 deca-phoebes old (frozen)

How old does she appear:

Good question... let's ask a few people!

Shiro: "You look like 22 years old. Something around 215 to 230 deca-phoebs in Veluryan age...?"

Lya: "Okay, that's understandable."

Keith: "since you're not a human... I'd say... ehr... like..."

Lya: *raises an eyebrow*

Keith: *Keith.exe stopped working*

Lya: "and that was the day, Keith fell into a hole and never spoke again..."

Lance: "you look like 45 :)"

Lya: "SO YOUNG??? Thank you, it's my hair, isn't it?"

Lance: "..."

Pidge: "Oh damn, I'm not good at this. Let me just...!"

Pidge: *starts measuring and writing things down*

Pidge: "you're 200 deca-phoebes old! ...No, wait! 200 is too perfect... I changed my mind, you're 205 deca-phoebes old!"

Lya: "200 was right, sweety. But nice try."

Pidge: "QUIZNAK!"

Hunk: "oh-oh no, no, no. No. It's not in the hands of a man to determine a woman's age. I'm sorry, but i cant-"

Lya: "such a gentleman...!"

Lya: *handing out some money*

Lya: "buy yourself something nice, honey."

Lance: "WHY DOES HE GET MONEY FROM YOU?!"

Lya: "respectful behavior, Lance. ...Mommy and Daddy didn't give you enough attention, did they...?"

Kolivan: "Please stop asking me about the dagger. It's too sharp for you."

Lya: "I'm not even...? Nevermind, how old do I look?"

Kolivan: "You're 170, right."

Lya: "Wait, really?"

Kolivan: "...younger?"

Lya: "Oh, That's flattering! Hah, I'm a little bit... older. I'm 200."

Kolivan: "pardon?"

Lya: "...200"

Kolivan: "2... oh, 200?"

Lya: "..."

Kolivan: "..."

Lya: " About the Blade-"

Kolivan: "get out of my office."

Bonus: Lotor

Lotor: "Lya? Oh, she's my younger sister. I always saw in her the mother I never had. She raised me, showed me places and was really mature... she must be old. but she never talked about her age... since she was frozen for over 10.000 deca-phoebes, I'd say she's 1500."

Lya: "...why the Quiznak did i ever give you a childhood. Ungrateful brat."

Weight:

-> 82kg / 180,8 lbs (g)

-> 64kg / 141,1 lbs (n)

Height:

-> 198cm / 6'6'' (g)

-> 167cm / 5'6'' (n)

Body build:

-> more curvy than flat

-> sturdy legs

-> very wide shoulders

Shape of face:

-> oval

-> sharp jawline

Eye color:

-> yellow (g)

-> blue/green heterochomia (n)

Skin tone:

-> violet (g)

-> pale white (n)

Distinguishing marks:

-> birthmark on her leg

->scars on her back

-> a golden scar on her left shoulder to her arm

Predominant features:

-> small hump on her nose

-> really long bottom lashes

-> fluffy ears (g)

Hair color: blue-black

Type of hair:

->straight

->medium length

Hairstyle:

-> up do

-> open

Voice:

-> deep and strong in a pleasant way

-> honeyed and smoky

-> (if she's angry) deep from the throat

and rough tones at the end

Usual fashion of dress:

-> her uniform (☝️)

-> Blade of marmora uniform (later)

Favorite outfit:

-> her ball gown

Jewelry or accessories:

-> Necklace with a stone from Velurya

-> Crown (later)

Personality

Good personality traits:

-> turns out to be really comforting

-> loyal to those few people she trusts

-> she's a great leader

-> gives good advice

-> she's the strict momfriend of the

group

-> loves seeing that at least everyone

else is happy

Bad personality traits:

-> her advice is good but often too harsh

-> confronts others when there's an issue

-> is not sorry for things she has done

-> needs blood because of the minerals

but doesn't want to kill anyone, so

she's manipulating others to give their

blood voluntarily

-> has a big godcomplex

-> reversed mommy issues:

her mother never managed to fulfil the role of a mother, so she knows what it's like to be neglected. that's why she does everything she can to be a good mother role to others

Mood character is most often in:

-> Bored

-> Focused

Sense of humor:

-> crack

-> chemistry jokes

-> flat jokes

Character’s greatest joy in life:

-> seeing others following her into the

war against Zarkon

Character’s greatest fear:

-> her past

Why?

-> wherever she starts thinking about it she sees pictures from the fight.

She always sees her beloved father dying, the palace falling down and how she locked her half-sister up in order to safe her from Zarkon

-> and she sees her bad relationship with

her mother again

her mother would punish the little kid for getting more attention from her husband than she does. Also, her mother fed her fat at a young age so no boy would like to have her as a wife and she'd have to leave court.

-> it took Lya many deca-phoebes to

learn that her mother was just a

broken, jealous monster and it wasn't

Lyas fault.

Character is most at ease when:

-> there's peace

-> she is alone in the kitchen and sings

along with the radio from earth

-> she is talking to nice and thankful

people

Most ill at ease when:

-> many people are talking

-> Allura needs her daily attention

-> her experiments are failing

-> when her Powers won't work

...because she needs more minerals

Enraged when:

-> people aren't thinking about the mission

-> someone besmirches another's honor

-> she needs minerals

Depressed or sad when:

-> she thinks of her planet Velurya

Priorities:

-> herself and the Universe

Life philosophy:

-> "I'm not working for Zarkon because he is winning. I'm working for him because we all lost the war. There are no winners in war. And now I'm just looking where I can live."

If granted one wish, it would be:

-> "please... bring my father back to life..."

Why?

-> he was the only one who truly loved

her, even if he didn't show it

-> she's grateful for everything he did to

make her feel safe

-> she can't do it herself

she IS able to revive people, but in order to do so, she has to eat a part of them first.

Character’s soft spot:

-> Galra ears

-> especially fluffy ears

Is this soft spot obvious to others?

-> no. ...not yet!

Biggest regret:

-> she couldn't safe Velurya from Zarkon

Minor regret:

-> deleting all of Stellas' memories

so she couldn't remember her and wouldn't try to help. That is why Lya is sending her to planet Earth

-> manipulating her own memories so

she doesn't know exactly, what

happened during the battle

Biggest accomplishment:

-> finding Stella

-> "I know Stella. This sounds like a trap, and you wouldn't believe me, but please hear me out. L-Look at your necklace... have you ever asked yourself who you truly are, Stella...? This stone... it's from Velurya. Velurya... you know? Your home, Stella. Your birthplace. Please... i know how surreal and strage it sounds, but listen to me just this time. Think about my words until we see us again: You are my little sister. I-I thought we would never see each other again after i pushed you away from Velurya... but here you are, healthy and ready to fight me. I'm so proud of you, sweety."

Minor accomplishment:

-> she discovered a hidden planet and

uses it to heal and revive victims of

Zarkon

Past failures she would be embarrassed to have people know about:

-> that she couldn't help her parents in

the war, because after she sent Stella

to earth she was knocked out and

frozen for over 10.000 years

Why?

-> she was weak back then and couldn't control her powers, and she could've done better

-> and she's ashamed of her selfishness towards Stella

Character’s darkest secret:

-> she's a cannibal

Does anyone else know?

-> only Lotor, Zarkon and Kolivan

-> she told it Lotor and Kolivan by herself

she told it Lotor when he was younger and Kolivan when he asked her about her strange behaviour when she was craving minerals. Lotor didn't care back then, and Kolivan was strangely supportive. He helped her to find working alternatives and medical pills

-> Zarkon used her to kill and eat

prisoners

Why is she a cannibal?

-> she likes the taste of blood

-> but mostly it's because humans/aliens

contain tons of minerals,

and she needs them desperately to

improve her skills

-> also when she eats people, she is later able to revive them

(so it's not a bad thing, it's just really disgusting and disturbing)

Goals

Drives and motivations:

-> seeing her followership growing

-> everyone is counting on her

Immediate goals:

-> getting a knife from the BoM

Long term goals:

-> finding Velurya

How other characters will be affected:

->Many people will die in the war, but in

the end, she's trying to safe them all

Past

Planet: Velurya

Type of childhood: mixed

Pets: a hellhound

First memory:

-> when she tried on her father's crown,

not knowing it'll belong to her

one day

Most important childhood memory:

-> when she was dancing with her

mother on her 4th birthday

Why:

-> she was nice and loving back then

Childhood hero:

-> her father

Dream job:

-> Being the ruler of her planet, obviously

Education: the best education you could get back then

Present

Current location:

-> Galran warships

-> Altean castle

-> HQ of the BoM

Currently living with:

-> her half-sister Stella

-> the paladins

-> Allura and Coran

Pets:

-> Kunibert (later)

Kunibert is the monster who killed those galra, u remember? And yes, I named it Kunibert, So fcking cute...!

Occupation:

-> agent

-> prison guard (g)

-> Queen of Velurya (n)

Family

(Late) Mother: Anhja of Velurya

Relationship with her: bad

(Late) Father: Heleios of Velurya

Relationship with him: good

Siblings: half-sister Stella Shirogane / of Velurya

Relationship with them: pretty ok

Other important family members:

-> stepmother (Stellas mother)

-> Uncle Zarkon

-> cousin / platonic brother Lotor

Favorites

Color: musou / ultramarin

Least favorite color: orange

Music: Opera and metal / Earth radio

Food: polish food from her late stepmother

Literature: history

Form of entertainment: fighting in an official arena

Habits

Hobbies:

-> cooking / baking / singing / drawing

-> sharing food (yes, really.)

-> petting galra ears

-> impressing others

Plays a musical instrument?

-> Piano

How he/she would spend a rainy day:

-> There are no rainy days in space, but she'd sit in the rain and be thankful for being alive

Drinks: likes drinking alcohol

What does he/she do too much of?

-> work

-> drink blood

What does he/she do too little of?

-> sleep

-> trying to understand others

Extremely skilled at:

-> using her powers

-> using altean magic

-> learning new techniques

-> interpreting s/o behaviour

-> manipulating

-> always getting, what she wants

Extremely unskilled at:

-> fighting without magic

-> playing board games

-> hiding, that she needs minerals

and ist about to kill the very next

person

Nervous tics:

-> always ripping off the skin on her Lips

-> has always bloody lips

-> drinking her own blood when no one is

around

Mannerisms:

-> since she's a long-lost royal, she has

great manners and loves it when

people are respectful

-> but she learned from drinking with her

Work-buddies, how it is to show no

manners and be vulgar to each other

-> That didn't bother her, and she

learned quickly

Peculiarities:

she is very confident and knows how to seduce nearly every man in order to kill them for a mission/her minerals.

-> Funfact: she's an unkissed virgin

Traits

Optimist or pessimist?

-> realist, but more pessimistic than

optimistic

Introvert or extrovert?

-> ambivert

-> but with more extroverted moments

Daredevil or cautious?

-> mix between them two

-> daredevil when a plan doesn't work

out

Logical or emotional?

-> logical! There's no place for emotions

in this reality

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?

-> obeys people who she thinks have the

right to give her orders

-> prefers working alone anyway

Prefers working or relaxing?

-> working, so she isn't trapped in her

thoughts

Confident or unsure of herself?

-> absolutely Confident

There was a time when she was extremely unsure, no: terrified of herself. Her Powers began to grow, and they were stronger than any other veluryan powers. Usually, a Veluryan child develops his magic to the age of 5 and has about 7-10 powers, but Lyas genetics were much stronger. So, how many special abilities? She lost count over the years. Also, her mother was extremely irritated by the fact that her child is stronger than she is

Animal lover?

-> loves dogs

-> loves Kosmo

-> loves her pet named Kunibert

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself:

-> she thinks she's talented and

incredibly attractive

-> "it's not like I'm saying that I'm prettier than everyone else. I'm ENOUGH for myself, and nothing else matters! see how many men want me? I'm right when I say that I'm pretty. I'm always right..."

her narcissism started after her mother was killed by Zarkon. Lya realized that she was pretty all the way long, her mother kept saying otherwise. Lya was never the problem, her mother was.

One word the character would use to describe self:

-> "I'd say, I'm a: Goddess"

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self:

-> "Oh please, I'm just an ordinary woman who just wants the universe to be safe"

What does the character consider her best personality trait?

-> she's dangerously smart

What does the character consider her worst personality trait?

-> none, she knows she's perfect

(-> okay, maybe her arrogance)

How does the character think others perceive her:

-> hopefully as "pretty but dumb"

Just a few people know that her naive behaviour is fake

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself:

-> wants to heal her inner wounds, so all

of her scars turn golden.

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general:

-> "funny little puppets"

-> tries to be nice to get good

connections

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?

-> half-half

-> it's enough to say at the end:

"I've warned you!"

Person character most hates:

-> Zarkon

(-> Allura)

Best friend(s):

-> Lotor

-> Stella

Love interest(s):

-> Kolivan? (later)

Person character goes to for advice:

-> Pidge, cuz she's smart and

understands

(-> Kolivan)

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of:

-> all of them

-> but especially her half-sister Stella

-> ...and Keith. He's a grumpy problem

child.

Person character feels shy or awkward around:

-> her late mother (in the past)

Person character openly admires:

->herself

Person character secretly admires:

-> Kolivan?

Most important person in character’s life before story starts:

->her father

After story starts:

->herself

Here's an AI generated pic of how the uniform would look like in real life (based on my drawing)

I'll post a short version!

Short version:

Stay tuned, darlings!

-Fürstin Lya

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