#prancing the newbie

[aestheticsarereal]

The Pleasure Principle - e.m.

a/n: Lord have mercy. This is just straight porn. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing! As always requests are always open!

Summary: Eddie finds himself at a strip club one night and sees a familiar face on stage. How could he not request a dance? 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Graphic description, rough sex, Dom!Eddie,choking, swearing, being a stripper? Alcohol consumption, pet names: kitten, doll, etc. sexual tension, creampie, unprotected sex, Wrap it before you tap!

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader stripper

Wc: 4.3k 

Photo credit: N/A

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Friday nights were always the busiest of your week. It was payday and everyone wanted a stress reliever for a hard week’s work. You had claimed your residency at the club a little over 7 months ago. It was pretty hard to miss the neon signs that illuminated the front of the building. A giant yellow and pink flashing neon sign etched ‘PANTHER PLAYGROUND’ with a bright pink cat that switched to a girl arching her back. On the front of the building were other neon signs in hues of blues, purples and pinks ‘Girls Girls Girls’, ‘All Nude’, ‘Live Girls’. The strip club had been located 15 minutes south of Hawkins, where you and most of the girls lived. 

Plenty of graduated seniors and business men made their way there every week it seemed. Most of your shifts, much like this one, started at 10 p.m. and ended near 2 a.m. You had 5 half hour floor sets and the rest of the time was spent in the private rooms where regulars, out of towners or newbies wanted a one on one dance. While you might have been fairly new to the playground, you were the hottest ticket in town. 

You had graduated over a year ago and had been the youngest girl there at a whooping nineteen. That drove everyone up the wall. It earned you the nickname ‘Babydoll’. You played on this by wearing bright and playful colors. Your signature was pink. Baby pink lipgloss, lingerie, heels, makeup, and pink glitter. The more innocent you looked the more bills you collected at the end of the night. Frills, lace, shimmer, you name it. 

It had already been 12:15 a.m. and it was time for your third set of the night, except now you were on the main stage. The reflective tiles littered across were in the shape of a giant ‘T’. It seemed like a catwalk with the pole right in the middle of the stage’s junction. That was your favorite place to dance. You could easily get lost as the spotlight followed you down the aisle. Your friends often asked if you still had stage fright but it was quite the opposite. You couldn’t wait to strut out onto the stage and captivate the lively bodies in the room. 

The club’s walls were bouncing from the bass and reverberation of each of the songs that played one after another. Each girl had a mix that played when they were on the main stage. Through all of the glitter and innocence, your mix consisted of rock and metal. The juxtaposition alone made the room go wild. Scanning  the crowd, you knew tonight was going to be a good one. Weekends in the summer always were. “Next up, you know her, you love her. She's the Panther's girl next door. Give it up for…Babydoll!” The DJ’s voice mixed with the cheers and whistles that echoed in your ears. 

You pranced up the stairs and smiled and waved at some of the familiar faces you spotted in the crowd. Twirling to get some of the tables more loud and playing with your hair that was curled and teased up. Before you planted yourself on the pole, you turned to a random table of guys you're recognized from a few years ago at Hawkins High. It was your way to start a set by blowing a glossed kiss at a new table every night. 

You raised your right hand above your head and gripped the pole tight. Squeezing your thighs and arching your back so your ass was clearly pushed against the cold steel. That’s when ‘Girls Girls Girls’ by Motley Crue blasted throughout the club. Mixtures of 1’s. 5’s, and 20’s were starting to get thrown at you. Intricately swinging and grinding on the pole. Running your hands up and down your body. Bending over and arching to place yourself in positions that leave little to the imagination. 

Right as you worked your way to the chorus you decided to pay the folks at the end of the catwalk some attention. Crawling on all fours, sensually, you heard praises and clapping from either side of you. But that was drowned out. Everything was drowned out as you looked up right at the front doors. The doors had opened to reveal someone who would have never expected to waltz right in. 

Back in your senior year, you had shared a few classes with him. He failed almost all of them. Not because he wasn’t smart but because he struggled but no one gave a shit. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. The reason you two got along was maybe for your love of metal and rock or the fact that you actually helped him in class or the few times you bought a quarter off of him occasionally. He always called you a freak but you liked it. Liked that if you two shared things in common then you would gladly wear the name on your sleeves. 

The odd thing was you had never seen him in here before, so now you were intrigued as to why he had been here. But as Vince Neil’s voice reverberated off of the walls, his eyes seemed to catch yours and a wave of shock ran through his eyes but a prominent smirk was etched on his face. This translated into a newfound confidence for you. This dance isn't for everyone anymore. It hadn’t even been for yourself, it was for him. Your eyes followed him as you picked a table not too far from the stage. Just the perfect view to catch you prancing around like a doe. 

Song after song played as he still cradled his amber colored drink. Watching you dance. His eyes raking over your body, every crevice and curve. Watching the way your body moved sensually. It was now 12:45 a.m. by the time you had walked off of the main stage. Collecting any and all bills that belonged to you and stuffing them in your pink fluffy duffle bag that you use strictly for your money. Once you knew your money had been safely put away, you headed out to the floor in search of the man of the hour. 

However, to your disappointment he had disappeared along with his amber colored drink. Just as you headed towards the bar in hopes if the bartender had seen him anywhere, one of the managers turned you around. “Hey babydoll, there is a private dance waiting in room 1. He also paid for extra time.” “Oh okay, how long did they want?” “Guy said he wanted an hour. Paid upfront in cash too.” The disbelief that took over your face. “Phil, you know I can’t do that.” “Sorry sweetheart, but he already paid. Plus he’s new.” 

The sour taste this new guy put in your mouth could just about ruin your night. You practically have to dance for this guy until you close. Of course Phil would allow you to miss your two other stage sets for this fucking dance. You couldn’t help but be a little put off by this guy that you never even met. Who can pay for a full hour dance in cash upfront? As you approached the first door to the private rooms, you took a deep breath in to prepare yourself for the long hour you were about to endure. 

There had been a switch next to the handle. It lets dancers know which room is in use and it allows the customer inside to know that you are about to come in. It works because it is too loud to hear any knocking. Your perfect manicured finger flipped the switch on and you put on your most innocent face. Slowly opening the door and slipping inside you made sure to close the door firmly to make sure the new guy could see and hear that you were ready. 

You had your back to the guy, mainly so you could give yourself as much time to mentally prepare yourself. But as soon as you turned around, the most audible gasp escaped your lips. It was Eddie. He was standing there in all of his glory. Except now he had ditched the Hellfire shirt for a plain navy blue button up. Still adorning those white Reeboks. His hair was still curly and long and tamed this time. His tattoos are more prominent than ever. Especially his chest. However, his rings caught your attention. They still looked heavy on his hand as it draped over his thigh that was spreading wide open. He looked like sex on that chair. 

Your mouth was wide open but no words dared to come out. This made his lips turn up into a giant smile and chuckle at your current state. “Hi babydoll, or can I call you Y/N?” You must have looked stupid. Standing there in 7 inch holographic heels. A pink metallic string bikini adorned your tits and barely covered your ass. Your mouth hangs open like a fish out of water. All you could mutter was a quiet, “Eddie.” “That’s my name sweetheart.” 

Then it dawned on you, he wanted an hour’s worth of a dance. “Why are you here?” He mockingly put a hand over his heart like it had genuinely hurt his feelings. “I can’t come in and see the best dancer in all of Hawkins?” You shook your head and rephrased your question. “No I mean why are you getting a dance from me?” “Again Y/N, I wanted to see the best dancer in Hawkins.” This time he stood from the chair and you were practically at his height. No mistake, he towered over you without your heels. 

“Are you sure that’s the real reason why you’re here?” He dryly laughed at your question. “I had known for a while that you worked down here. So what I saved a bit to come and get some one on one time with the “Panther’s very own girl next door, Babydoll.”’ This confession made something stir in your lower stomach. “Don’t play with me Munson.” “But that would be nice to do.” That smirk never left his face. “You always did intrigue me Y/N.” He had now been circling you, like a hungry shark. “You were a ‘freak’ like me. Quite the opposite of being a ‘girl next door’. But I can see why they like your little innocent act you put on.” You could feel his stare even when he stopped behind you. 

His voice was sending you into a trance. “I always appreciated you for helping me out in class. That reflected when you would come buy from me. But you and I know both why I let you walk away with more than what you were buying.” You shook your head in fear your voice would give you away. Slowly brushing past you, he finally made his way in front of you. “Tsk, tsk sweetheart. I know you’re smarter than that.” 

“What if I’m not?” This intrigued him to continue. “Then come show me how dumb you are. Maybe I can teach you a few lessons.” He finally went to sit back down in the black cushioned chair that was set up in the middle of the room. It was a very spacious chair with plenty of room to fit two people in it. His finger lightly petted his thigh, practically making your mouth water. You stood still in the place you found yourself about two minutes ago. “I guess I should get started on your dance then, wouldn’t want to waste your time.”

It was almost in sync, the way you dropped to your knees and through the small enclosed room, Panama by Van Halen eased its way into both of your ears. You could see Eddie shift in his seat. The sight of you on your knees, crawling toward him like some puppy. Your ass was sticking out in the air, practically swaying back and forth as you worked your way to the chair. You internally thanked him for always manspreading because it gave you more access. 

Your hands slowly slid up his legs and firmly grasped onto his thighs. Your hands were on top of his. You used this as leverage to stand up but to bend over in his face. His eyes darted from yours, to your lips, then finally to your tits that were spilling out of your sparkly pink bikini top. It didn’t help that your nipples were hard and he wished he could just reach out and suck them into his mouth. He could see your lips were moving but he didn’t hear the words that came out. “What’s the matter Eddie,” you pouted, “cat got your tongue?” You giggled and turned around switching hands to balance yourself on the arms of the chair. 

You bent forward, folding in half. Your arms graced down your legs holding onto the back of your calves. He had the perfect view of your ass that was barely covered by the sorry excuse you called ‘bottoms’. He knew he could reach out and just grope you to his heart’s content, but where was the fun in that? You couldn’t believe that Eddie wanted you. Well at the very least,  wanted a dance from you. 

You spread your legs and grazed your thighs with your fingers and pulled at them. You could hear a low groan come from the older guy from behind you. You couldn’t help the smile that etched itself on your face. The thing about big heels was being able to work more on the balls of your feet. You spun around to face his front and could see the strained erection that had been growing by the second in his tight black jeans. 

His eyes followed your every body roll and arch. Teasing was the purpose of your job and teasing was what you would do to this man. Pushing yourself back and onto the floor, you found yourself in the position you first started in. You put your left hand behind you to support yourself, while you sucked on your right thumb. A ‘pop’ rang through the room as it flowed through Eddie’s ears like music. You drug your fingertips down your neck and in between the valley of your breasts. His stare lingered lower to your navel and your clothed cunt. 

Your hair flipped as you rolled away and farther from him to play with yourself. You gripped your tits as your back arched from the black tiles. His groans and growls were enough to convince you to give him some attention. He was clearly aching and you wanted to help him. You climbed into his lap and made yourself right at home on his lap. There was a change in his eyes. It was dark. It was lust. His hands gripped your hips tight as you ground your hips down at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“So what does a man like you do to have enough cash for an hour dance with Hawkins babydoll?” Your fake lashes bat at him and you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout that showed the small golden flakes in your pink lip gloss. His hands were rough and you could feel the calluses on each of his fingers. “Well, I played guitar for a while, but those calluses you feel are from all the cars I work on sweetheart.” Your eyes went wide and all you could was grind down harder at this new information. 

“You like sweetheart? Like that I work a real man’s job. That I earn money so I can come here and see your pretty body dance for me?” This man knew exactly how to make you feel like putty in his hands. You could feel his erection as you were grinding over him and it took everything in you to not whimper at the friction that you were feeling on your clit. But he wasn’t wrong and that was what made you wet. He could read you easily. 

Your hands made their purchase in your hair as you swivel your hips on him and bounce. His hands were working their way from your hips to right under your breasts. He couldn’t take it anymore. You were in his lap, practically naked, just begging. 

He worked his way to your back where the strings of your top were resting. In one fell motion, your top had fallen down. “Eddie!” “I’m sorry doll, I couldn’t help myself. You’re fucking grinding that cunt on my cock and you look fuckin’ incredible.” “You could have asked,” was all you could reply with. “Don’t tell me that.” His hand reached up to your left tit and squeezed hard. Finally you made your first sound of the night. “That’s it baby, mewl for me. Pur for me like a good kitten.” Out of nowhere you felt his harsh smack to your other tit. A whine filled his ears and this only caused him to do it again. 

“You dirty girl, you like it when I slap those tits of yours.” All you could do was nod and gasp as his hot breath caused your nipple to harden even more. His teeth grazed  the sensitive bud as you arched your back into him. Your body was begging him for more. He obliged and engulfed your nipple into his mouth. He sucked and pulled it his teeth causing you to moan and buck your hips into his. “Eddie–please.” Nothing was said except that slap that was given to your ass. “You’ll take what I give you, right baby? Because you’re good and good girls wait.” 

You nodded and sighed as he switched to the other nipple and rolled the left one in between his fingers. Your hands shakily lowered as you undid the sides of your bottoms and threw them across the room. Here you were in Eddie Munson’s lap, naked and grinding down on his cock like a cat in heat. “Look at you all needy and ready for me, yea?” “Yes Eddie!” His hand wrapped your throat as he sat back to watch you. “Look at you, come one show me how bad you want it.”

You pouted at him but picked up the pace as you rocked back and forth in his lap. The direct contact of the denim and your bare clit made you gasp and whine. 

Hisses came from his throat the more your soaking cunt swept over his hard cock. “Just like that Y/N, feel good on me.” “Fuck me Eddie. Please, I need you.” He shushed you and his left hand made its way to your hips to stop you. “Get up,” he commanded. You did as you were told and rubbed your thighs together to generate some sort of friction. He was making work on his jeans. Your eyes were glued on his hands as they slid his zipper down and you couldn’t help but note the mess you made on the dark denim. “Would you look at that? You made quite the mess on my jeans.” 

He slid them down along with his boxers. They sat at the mid of his thigh. Your lips parted in sight of his throbbing cock. It bobbed up and hit his stomach. The tip was an angry red and a prominent vein that traveled down all the way to where his balls hung heavy. Little balck curls adorned his base. Well trimmed but still enough to turn you on. There were a few times in the past you caught sight of his happy trail but nothing like this. 

His head was already leaking precum and what you wouldn’t give to taste him. But right here and now in this moment you were too needy. You need his cock in you and to fuck you like you were his. You wasted no time in slotting yourself back onto his lap. You took your right hand and ran your fingers through your slick folds, collecting your arousal on your fingers. Pumping his cock in your hand, you made sure to get him nice and wet to take all of you. 

“Jesus H. Christ Y/N.” His eyes remained on your hand pumping his cock that was covered in your slick. You leaned in close to his ear, raising your hips right above his tip. “Is this okay with you,” you asked as you licked his earlobe and sank down on him at the same time. A loud ‘yes’ was your answer as you took all of him. You felt so full and so fucking good. The way his cock felt in you, felt like it could have been in your stomach. 

“Feel that Eddie? Feel you so deep in me, feel so fucking good.” Your words were coming out in slurs as you slowly raised your hips and brought them back down, feeling every vein and curve. It was as if you were made to take him, all of him. The way his hard cock rubbed against your spongy walls and he was able to hit that spot deep within you. You continued to fuck him slowly as your clit rubbed against the base of his shaft. 

He had both of his hands on the side of your torso to guide you up and down on him with ease. The pain of his fingers translated into pleasure as you kept going. Taking a break from riding him you rocked back and forth in his lap. Grinding like before but this time he felt every move of your hips. “Yea baby, work those fuckin’ hips just like the little slut you are.” “M’not a slut,” you huffed out. “No? If you’re not a slut, then why are you fucking me like one? Fucking one of your customers?” You shook your head and continued to grind on his cock. “Hey look at me when I’m talking to you,” he grabbed your face, causing your lips to form into a pout. “I said I'm not a slut.” 

He wasn’t having any of it and his hands immediately went down to your ass. You took your hips and raised them as he started fucking up into you. The force and the angle at which he was fucking up caused you to scream out. His balls were slapping up into your ass causing the sound of skin slapping to mix in with the music and your moans. “You’re not a slut huh, guess I need to fuck you like one then.” He was driving up into your cunt, repeatedly hitting that spot that made your legs go weak. 

Your hands made purchase on his shoulders as you tried to meet his thrusts. “See you say your not a slut, yet try to fuck me back.” Whines and moans were escaping your lips as you bounced up and down on his shaft. “Feels s’good Eddie.” “I know it does.” Your right hand slipped in between the both of you and started to rub tight circles on your clit. 

He noticed and started fucking up into you harder to get you there. “C’mon baby, I want you to cum. Cum all over this cock.” His voice, smooth as velvet. His hands were rough. His cock was fucking you so good. It was all becoming too much and you couldn’t hang on anymore. “I know you can do it Y/N, give me your cum.” His voice pleading you sent you over the edge as your orgasm came crashing over you. “Fuck Eddie!” Hot tears spilled down your face and mixed with your glitter. 

You could tell he was close in the way his pace was starting to become erratic. He took you and slammed you down onto his cock as his cum shot up into you. “That’s it, take my cum like the good girl I know you are.” Causing you to gasp at how much he was coming. He kept you there tight until his load was completely emptied in you. 

Neither of you dared to move from your position as the both of you panted and tried to catch your breaths. “I think that was an hour’s worth of a private dance.” You looked up and searched his eyes. It was the same old Eddie that had to make you laugh. You chuckled and leaned your forehead against his. “You’re kinda sweaty.” “So are you,” he retorted. He checked his watch and it had already been 1:12 a.m. 

“Why do you get dressed, go do whatever you need to do to clock out and you can come back to my place and smoke. You know for old time’s sake?” You smiled and nodded at the idea he proposed. “Wait!” Before he could ask you what was wrong, his lips were enclosed in yours. ‘Mmm’. You captured his top lip in your bottom lip as you leaned into him. Pulling back you looked him in the eyes, “I couldn’t help myself, I’ve been wanting to do that since senior year.” He just smiled and gave you pecks all over your face. 

You tried your hardest to get off of his lap without making a complete mess of him or yourself. While he situated himself back in his jeans, you tied your suit back together as neatly as possible. Trying to make it look like you didn’t just get your brains fucked out by the town freak. “Alrighty, I’m going to be right back. Collect my things, pay out the club and I’ll be out front!” He smiled at your cuteness and petted your cheek. “Sounds good Y/N, I’ll be at the bar waiting.”  You turned to head out at the door and you could feel his stare on your ass, “I’ll be the short one in pink.” 

All Eddie could think was that some things never change.

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Hi! If your requests are open I have one! Just saw ATSV yesterday and its rotting my brain agsisghagdh anyways-

An M!Spider!Reader who is one of Miguel's trusted agents with a tendency to overwork himself to make sure that his teammates are kept safe and ignoring his own health in the process. This understandably makes Miguel very concerned but this man cannot healthily express this are you kidding? What I'm saying is classic troupe of patching you up while scolding you in Spanish and then maybe they kiss a little bit and well if you want to make it a little spicy I wont stop you >:]

Thank you very much! Genuinely makes my gay little heart happy when I see writers like you who exclusively write for gn/male readers, y'all are the backbone of the x reader community fr 💜

A/N: im so sorry this took so long this was months ago but a mf forgot and wow here i am yippee!!!! As usual, if yall find any spelling mistakes pls inform me as i’m always praciticing this damn 2nd language lmao. Lets see if my writing skills is still any good LOL enjoy!! <333

Careless 

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is another spiderman, Soft!Miguel, slight OOC, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts 

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

Ever since the new guy joined the team, he quickly rose in the ranks and became Miguel’s right-hand man. He’d usually go on patrol, jumping from one universe to another with the man as they capture and contain anomalies like the bugs they are. Miguel puts his trust in him, well, as much trust as a man like Miguel can put in someone. But despite the short time the newbie has been in the Spider society, he has managed to capture Miguel and most of the Spider people's hearts so easily. 

He’s a comet that passes by the compound. Each time he returned from a mission, the spiders would gather around him, congratulating him on another successful mission and inviting him to drink or eat together.  A aswarm would always gather around the portal they knew he would come out from and each time, without fail, he would emerge to cheers and smiles. It wasn't like everyone else wasn't doing a good job, they were all doing what they were supposed to, but somehow the newbie was liked all around, solidifying Miguel’s slowly growing infatuation with him. 

But despite the trust and praises he gets, a spidey doesn't come home unscathed, not every time. Sometimes he’d come back from one of his solo missions with a broken rib or two, bruises in more places than necessary, a torn muscle here a twisted ankle there. He’d limp his way into the infirmary, an army of other spideys following him in worry yet he’d dismiss them easily with a simple wave and a; “It’s nothing guys, I’ll be fine,”

Miguel hates it.

Whenever the man goes on missions with the leader of the society, without fail, he will come home with nothing more than one or two bruises that would heal in a couple of hours if not minutes. Miguel would roll his shoulders back and the man would simply shake his head furiously like a dog before prancing to greet his waves of fans. Miguel didn't need to pay attention to him unless they were doing teamwork. He would run around by himself, track down the anomaly with him, and they would contain it easily and transfer it back just as easily. 

He might not look like it, but when Miguel brings a teammate with him on duo missions, he’s expected to cover their back and vice versa. Miguel will break any skull that dares to hurt his team and he hopes for the same response from his teammate. The newbie never disappoints. 

Miguel would find himself enraged, almost cornered by an anomaly, and there come’s Prince Charming with a devastating kick towards the anomaly’s side which sends it hurling into another building. Miguel appreciates their duo missions, the main reason he puts himself with the newbie. 

Not to mention, he makes a great team leader too. He’s carried out several missions with the younger ones, mainly Miles and Gwen, and despite it all, they always return successfully and with a snack in hand. When he goes on missions with Hobie, they’d somehow come back with a new intricate playlist created and when he goes on missions with Pavitr, they’d come back with pockets full of trinkets ready to give them to the other youngins. All in all, a solid team leader.

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

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You were on a mission with Miles. One of your duo missions with the boy, rare considering Gwen usually tags along. But today she’s got a mission with Pavitr and Peni, which leaves you and Miles for some quality Dude Time. 

It was a sunny day in the universe Miles and you dropped in. As the two of you swing from building to building, talking about Miles’ thing with Gwen and laughing at how embarrassed he gets, continuing the topic to buying a new Lego set for Pavitr and Hobie as the two of you swung past a Lego shop, when suddenly the anomaly reveals itself.

Another variant of Doc Oct holding themselves up with their extended metal arms. You can handle a Doc Oct alone, and with Miles helping you, the mission was expected to be so easy you were already thinking about what to have for dinner. 

But things don't always go according to plan, does it?

It strikes 8 pm when Miguel gets a notif from Lyla that an arriving portal was opened into the containment site of the compound. The man clicks his tongue, dropping from his platform before making his way to the site. Every step he takes he leaves his foul mood like a repellent, making the other spidey avoid him, cutting the middle path of the other spideys like a blade. His scowl is not helping his case either way.

The last portal should've been at 6 pm.

The door slides open, and a slight hiss rings out into the room. Inside the evenly lit expanse of the room, he easily spots yours and Mile’s spider suits in between all the other anomaly's dingy outfits. Miguel takes a breath before he stalks towards the two men, their backs to him.

“Ugh, my rib is killing me,” You groan, pressing in the code to store the anomaly in its cell.

“You're telling me, this bruise is going to be a pain in the butt to heal,” Miles sighed, holding his left arm. “But if it weren't for you, man, I’d be dead meat,” 

“Oh come on Miles, none of us knew the guy would send a gas truck our way,” You scoff. The terminal beeps and the thrashing anomaly is contained. 

“The fact that it burned on its way towards us was also something we didn't expect.” Miles laughs at what you said as you find yourself cringing. You knew there were going to be burn marks on your leg.

“No, but seriously, thanks for covering me back there, I thought we’d-”

“You thought you’d what?” 

Miles practically jumps into your arms as the both of you screams. You shut your eyes and it seems like Mile’s did the same before a stern cough makes you peek through your eyelids. There, in front of you, stands a solid wall of muscle and anger. Miguel has his arms crossed, eyes so sharp it could cut a mountain in half. The slight scowl on his lips would be cute if it weren't for the pure bloodlust as he gazes down into you, making you gulp.

“Heeeeeey Miguel,” Your pathetic excuse of a smile was met with nothing but him deepening his frown. Okay alright yup.

Miles awkwardly scuffles down your arms. He coughs into his fist, pulling at the edge of his suit. “Hi there haha…”

Miguel stares. “The last arrival portal should've been at six.”

Not a sound from you or Miles. Miguel holds back a growl. 

“You two are late.”

“Right, ‘m sorry Miguel, I promise this would be the last time, it was just that- See me and Miles here; we didn't realize that this Doc Oct was gonna be slightly more insane than the others-” You ramble, Miles quickly nodding along. 

“And haha, well, one truck lead to another and next thing ya’ now, bam! We got uh… hurt,” A nervous chuckle left your lips. Miguel replies nothing.

“B-but! I covered Miles from the fire! So he only got a couple of bruises, I promise the kid is fine and it wasn't his fault either so let’s just-”

“Enough.” He barks. You practically clamped your mouth shut. 

The doors hisses open again and Gwen comes running in, worry on her face. She sighs in relief as he spots Miles hiding beside you. “Miles! Thank goodness you’re okay!” 

Miguel turns as she runs and wraps her arms around the boy. “You came back so late!”

“I’m sorry Gwen, things got a bit out of control,” Miles pats the girl back reassuringly. “I just got a bit beaten up, nothing I can't handle,” 

Gwen pulls back and grabs the boy's face before turning it left and right and up and down, her eyes scanning like a hawk. She deems it enough as she stops, hands firmly holding Miles’ arms. “You always say that,” She sighs. 

You can't help the small relieved smile on your lips as you watch the two teens catch up with each other before Miguel makes a gesture with his hand.

“Gwen, go take Morales into the infirmary.” He says as he nods to Lyla that popped up on his brace. “And make sure he doesn't get out of bed for the next two days.”

“What?! But it’s barely a scratch-” 

“Now, Morales.” The man stares them down until eventually, Miles relents with a sigh and lets the girl usher him into the Infirmary's direction, the two of them shuffling next to each other, Gwen's arm around Miles. 

You hear something along the lines of ‘detention’ from Gwen as she laughs before the door slides close, leaving you with an enraged lion in its territory. You gulp as Miguel fixes his red eyes on you.

“You. Come with me.” 

And that's how you find yourself walking down the halls of the many living quarters of the compound. You followed silently behind Miguel’s broad shoulders, in any other day you would find it hard to resist not ogling those massive arms, but tonight Miguel was practically a walking beacon of rage. The smallest misstep would make him burst and thats the last thing you want to happen. 

“Miguel, I'm sorry, okay?” You try, catching up to walk beside him. “I promise this will be the last time I’ll come back from a mission late, plus, I won't bring anyone else with me too if I ever do it again. I swear this won't hap-”

His sudden halt catches you off guard and you bump against him. You scratch the bridge of your nose with a slight frown from the impact. The dimly lit hallway made it a slight challenge to read the nameplate but you managed to make out ‘O’Hara’ and with that, your stomach drops.

“Um… Miguel, this isn't my room…” 

The door opens. The room is pitch black. 

Miguel makes his way inside. His red eye glows before he commands; “Sit.” 

Fear brought you to sit on his bed, not a crease in sight which only struck your fear deeper into you. You could hear your heartbeat, terrified for what's to come. The worst thing Miguel could do would probably chew you out in the comfort of his room, away from any possible witnesses, and then maybe take you out of commission for a while as your punishment. 

You gulp as the man sets something beside you. It was a box, hard to make out what it was but it seemed heavy. Miguel clawed and the large hand extends towards you and you screw your eyes shut, hell did you pray to any god that was willing to listen to you so please please please-

“Bring your face closer.” 

Huh?

Cautiously, you open your eyes to Miguel’s face inches away from you, a warm light bathes over his features, making the lines of worry and fear evident. “Let me see your wounds.” 

You blink, once, twice, owlishly, making the man before you sigh and cup your jaw softly. He turns your face to inspect it before he brings his other hand which wipes your fringe away from covering any other possible wounds. 

He hums. “Looks like just scratches.” 

The mystery box turns out to be a first aid kit. Miguel flicks it open and rummages around in it before he pulls a couple of bottles and bandages out. 

“Take off your suit top, we need to treat that burn before it gets worse.” He demands. You cough before awkwardly peeling off what's left of your suit before dropping it on the carpeted floor. You need to get that repaired.

You couldn't bear to meet Miguel's eyes. Not when he’s kneeled in front of you, his usually intimidating body looking small as he’s hunched over. He looks tired, his frown is a mixture of worry and annoyance, but there is something beneath it. Something you don't dare to think about but you know. You always knew. From the first day, you finally managed to see that crack in Miguel’s hardened exterior, you’ve been scared to make another move toward him. Behind this wall of a man, is a heart guarded with spikes and what he has in his eyes right now as he’s wrapping a cooling pad around your arm is something that petrifies you. 

“Next time you’ll be doing missions with me and me only. I won't be assigning you to any other spiders until you learn to take care of yourself,” He huffs, unveiling another roll of bandages.  He pulls at your shoulder which makes you turn slightly. 

"Fucking hell, ¿cómo puedes ser tan descuidado? You run around saving everyone else but who’s going to save you, huh?" He huffs, wrapping the last of the bandage slightly too tight which makes you wince. He notices but does nothing. 

Once again, he holds your chin between his fingers as your gazes suddenly meet. Miguel growls with how you won't meet his eyes, firmly pointed anywhere but into Miguel’s red eyes. He sighs before letting you go as he takes out some ointments. He puts the substance on your cheek and under your slowly blackening eye, then down your jaw where you know a pretty bad bruise taints your skin. You feel his movement slow before his hand rests on your nape, sending jolts of warmth through your body.

“Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate." His voice devastatingly soft. 

Confusion and a steady wave of feelings start at the bottom of your heart, which only worsens as you finally find the courage to look at Miguel. To your surprise, his eyes are wider than usual, pools of crimson oozing with care as he scans your features. His thumb rubs at the base of your skull. “I can't lose my right-hand man.” 

He sighs. “Please, necesito que estés seguro por mí,"

You inhale sharply. Without realizing it, he's practically inches away from you. Your heart races, beats out of your control when Miguel rubs your nape again. 

“Miguel…?” 

A beat passes. Silence. 

Before Miguel growls roughly and promptly stands, taking the med kit with him. He makes his way to what you assume was his wardrobe. Panic rises beside you, making you wave around your hands. “I- Um- Miguel please I didn't mean to- Oof!”

Something was thrown at you. Something soft and large and is this hit shirt and… boxers?! 

“Change your clothes. You can't sleep in those.” Miguel points out, his scowl now a pout on his lips. 

“But-”

“I'm not saying this twice.” He growls before he slides into the bathroom and leaves you in his bedroom along with the pile of his clothes in your arms. 

You slowly look down at what you're holding. Carefully, you slide off what's left of your suit and drop them in a discarded pile before pulling on Miguel's clothes. To no one's surprise, you're practically drowning in the shirt. His boxers barrel fits you and the first goes over your tighs easily. You feel smaller even for your height and stature, but it feels… safe. 

The door of the bathroom slides open to reveal Miguel standing with slightly damp hair as he's drying it off with a towel and in nothing but gray sweats. Something grows within you and it’s definitely something else besides your heart. 

“Ah, you're done,” He glances toward you before setting the towel down neatly. He saunters to the side of his large bed, pulling the covers off before sliding in. An arm keeps the cover slightly open, before he raises an obvious brow.

“Get in here and sleep,” He huffs. 

You jump and quickly slide beside Miguel, careful to keep an inch of a distance. But that was deemed unsuccessful when the man beside you pulled you to his side, and his arm wrapped protectively around your middle which made you drape your hand over his chest. Before you can squirm, he locks his chin over your head with a content sigh. 

Shit, he really is a giant lion. You sigh. 

“Sleep. You need your rest to heal.” Miguel’s voice purrs through you while you're practically glued to his side. You chuckle slightly before pressing a peck just below his jaw.

“You sleep too.” You smile. “Good night Miguel.” 

You hear Miguel hum before he presses his lips to your crown. “Good night.” 

Translations:

how can you be so careless? = cómo puedes ser tan descuidado

Take care, huh? Take care of yourself. = Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate.

I need you to be safe for me, = necesito que estés seguro por mí,

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PART 2 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.

WC: 4.2k | Synopsis: After some time as long-distance friends, Chris surprises you by appearing at your Café - and he asks you out... with a little help.

Notes: FLUFF, Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, Barista!Chan, Fem!Reader

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - NOT MENTIONED IN THIS PARTICULAR FIC

PART 2

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

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(A/N: When writing is in script format, it's meant to represent text messages.)

You: “CHRISTOPHER!!”

Chris: “I have done absolutely nothing” Chris: “You have no right to be calling me that”

You: “What do you mean nothing you little shit?”

Chris: “Hey hey” Chris: “This name calling is undeserved”

You: “YOUR HAIR. IS ALMOST BLONDE.”

Chris: “Oh is it really? I didn’t notice”

You: “You’re actually annoying”

Chris: “Only for you~”

-

Your breath hitches suddenly, and you turn off your phone with a click, deciding that it would be irresponsible to try and respond after that. With a wide yawn, you drag yourself out of your bed and amble over to your window. The sun is only just beginning to rise, so even when you pull the blinds across, your room remains relatively gloomy. 

Life’s been good. You’ve been chilling, honestly. Café Studio has been as busy as always, regulars coming and going, newbies learning the ropes. This morning, there are more than a few late-night goers snoozing in various places, and you smile quietly to yourself, making a mental list of the warm drinks you’d make this morning. Harry loves his cappuccino’s, and Taleena could never go wrong with a chai. 

The only thing you do before heading downstairs to the café is wash your face in the bathroom to rid your eyes of sleep. The customers are aware of your policy. They accept your generosity in your pyjamas or they don’t stay at all. Carefully, you roll up the shutters, letting the early morning light filter into the café, hesitant to make too much noise and wake up your guests.

The coffee machine is, unfortunately a little loud, so you decide to wait for the first few customers to wake up before you begin to make their drinks. 

To kill time, you head out to the backyard, where a black Labrador puppy cracks open her eye, stretches, and prances over to you.

“Hey Harvs… heyyy Harvey baby, how was your sleep?” you ask excitedly, your voice pitched higher than usual. She jumps up onto her hind legs, resting on your knees with her tail wagging, tongue lolling eagerly.

“Your Mum’s gonna come pick you up soon. Oh I bet you miss her hey?”

You’re scratching her lovingly behind her ears when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

-

Chris: “Did you watch our performance?”

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You can’t help the small smile that dances across your features. Someone’s fishing for praise.

-

You: “How else would I know that your hair IS ALMOST BLONDE”

Chris: “did we do okay?”

You: “Of course! You all did so well!”

Chris: “that’s a relief” Chris: “my voice cracked a few times haha”

You: “I know”

Chris: “it’s embarrassing”

You: “To you” You: “Trust me Chris, no one cares”

Chris: “I do”

You: “Except for you”

Chris: “you noticed?”

You: “Of course I did”

Chris: “then everyone else noticed too”

You: “I noticed because I knew you would notice”

Chris: “you must know me pretty well then”

You: “Only as well as I can through messages”

Chris: “all problems have a solution”

You: “HAH” You: “what?”

Chris: “Bin and Jisung want to know what you think about their rapping”

You: “They were amazing!” You: “Their outfits especially oh my gosh?”

Chris: “yeah I’m proud of them” Chris: “Jisung was nervous before we performed”

You: “Was he?” You: “Tell him I said he was fantastic!!”

Chris: “sure thing” Chris: “he’ll appreciate that”

-

You frown and scroll back up to your previous messages a little. Even though this man is a world away from you, his disappointment can distinctly be felt through the phone. You hadn’t complimented him yet, and although he’s happy to hear praise for his members, he deserves to hear praise for himself too.

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You: “Oi Chris”

Chris: “Yeah?”

You: “You should wear pink more often”

-

Harvey scratches at your shoes, vying for your attention and you shove your phone back into your pocket, a little frantic about complimenting him. He should wear pink more often though, that was pure fact. 

You had been keeping up with their content over the past few months, eagerly liking photos and watching live streams, laughing along with them and giggling, like any Stay would do. The only difference this time, however, is that you could do all of this with Chris.

The first time he called you, it was out of the blue. At the time you had your phone by the coffee machine, and you were busy making James a mug, desperate to get him out of your café. The moment your phone started to ring, vibrating obnoxiously on the counter, you fell into auto-pilot mode. Usually when people call you while you’re working, you automatically place it on speaker so you can multitask.

Chris’ voice hesitantly calling out to you startled every fibre of being in your body. “Hey… you there?” he paused, waiting for a response, but your shocked state didn’t allow you to, “Bad timing? Sorry nevermind-”

“Wait wait wait wait- Chris?!” you dropped everything you were holding, completely forgetting about James’ coffee, and scrambled for your phone. “Chris?!”  “Yes. Chris.”

You had your phone to your ear now, and your heart was thumping wildly in your chest. “What’re you- sorry I was just surprised.” “Did you not see my Caller ID? Why are you surprised?” he laughed, the tinkling sound sending butterflies into your stomach.

“I didn’t. I just answered – but also you’ve never called me before…” You waved a dismissive hand towards James, basically telling him to get lost, and that you’d make his coffee in a second. He frowned, and his eyes became icy – being the stubborn, annoying, prick that he is, he sat down on the barstool.

“Who’s Chris?” he casually called, and you rolled your eyes, ignoring him.

It had turned out Chris just needed to talk to someone. Someone who wasn’t directly related to Stray Kids. Everyone was nervous that day, he couldn’t talk to anyone around him without seeing the nerves in their eyes. It was just making him nervous. 

“You’ve got this Chris. What makes you think you won’t get the award?” you sigh, trying to reassure him as best as you could.

“Yeah well, it’s not just that. It’s our performance too. This could be big for us. This Western coverage could do wonders for Stray kids.”

From then on, calls kind of become a regularity. In the middle of the night, you’d wake to your phone ringing. He’d apologise profusely for waking you up, but he’d be so excited to tell you something that it doesn’t bother you. One time you face timed him, testing the waters. As soon as he answered, the first thing you heard was him whining about not wearing makeup, the first thing you saw was him hiding his face between his hands, sitting at his studio desk.

“Chris I literally don’t care. I’m face timing you because you have to meet Bailey.” Then you flipped the camera to show him the Royal King Charles Spaniel that you were babysitting today. His gasp of joy completely made your day.

“He looks like Berry!”

-

Life’s been good. You’ve been chilling honestly.

But if we’re talking about honesty here, as the days wore on your heart ached increasingly. Sometimes it would get to the point where you’d avoid Stray Kids content, just because it was painful to think about Chris being so close, yet so far away. You dearly wished… you had hugged him tighter before he left the first time he was here. The first, and last time – and you had no idea when or if he’d return. Even though he said he would…in his cheesy little notes. He’s never once mentioned it over a message or call, and you’ve never once dared to ask. Just being able to communicate with him was a gift in itself… 

What even are you two… anyways?

-

You find yourself wiping down the windows, making sure they’re squeaky clean, as customers bustle around your café. No one currently wants a coffee and no one has any requests with the library or anything, so you take the time to squeeze in a bit of regular cleaning. Just as you’re about to move onto the last set of windows, one of your customers, Ashley, comes bounding up to you.

“Hey there’s a phone ringing in your office,” she smiles, proud to be of help. You put your cleaning materials down onto the floor, and your forehead creases in exhaustion, “Just when I thought I’d be able to clean.”

“I think you should really hire an assistant, or employees in general. I have no idea how you manage to run this place yourself,” Ashley grins.

“Yes well… business isn’t too intense really. I’ve managed thus far,” you sigh and dust your hands off on your apron, then pause lost in thought. Hiring some others would be helpful, even if it costs you money, it’ll give you more time to just live a little.

“Do you have a job Ash?” you abruptly ask, and the girl shakes her head slowly, eyes widening in excitement, “Would you like to work here?”

“Oh- can I? When can I start?” she squeals, eagerly dashing forwards and scooping up the cleaning equipment you recently abandoned, “Can I start today?”

Ever so sweet. Ashley’s one of your favourites, even though she’s still in high school. 

“Um… I mean I have to sort out the legal requirements first so probably not until…” you halt as the expression on her face sullens, and change your mind, “If you really want to help out, you can start today. I’ll call it your induction, yeah?”

Ashley nods with glee and turns to clean. The phone has stopped ringing by this point, but you can just as easily call them back anyways.

“I’ll be back in a second.”

Thankfully, the phone begins to ring again when you walk into the office, and you pick it up with a renewed gusto, “This is Café Studio! How may I help you today?”

“Uhh… does your animal daycare do cats?” someone mumbles, their accent startlingly British.

“Yes of course, when did you want to drop them off? Also did you say cat…s??” you query, scrummaging around for your bookings book and a pen.

“Yeah uh- my friend here. He has um. Three cats.”

You pause, and dimly wonder why his voice sounds familiar, and you also note that his English isn’t entirely English.

“All good. I’ll just need some other info… just the names of the cats, when you’d like them to stay… your name and a phone number, if possible?” you’re sitting there, anticipating his answer, but the other end has gone radio silent.

“Are… you still there…?” you cautiously probe, not wanting to be annoying.

“Soonie, Doongie and Dori.”

You slowly lower your pen to the table and sit up straighter, the familiar names registering in your brain. You don’t think you’re meant to hear the conversation on the other end of the line, but there’s whisperings and panicked discussion.

“What’re we supposed to do for the name? Are we allowed to say Minho?”

“Uh…I don’t know- just put Chan’s name, he’s probably there already anywa-”

This voice sticks out like a sore thumb, the low octave causing you to jolt in your chair.

“Shhhhhhhshshshhh,” the first-person hushes, but it’s too late.

“Felix?” you croak out, mouth going dry. British accent… British…

“Jisung?” The silence on the other end of the phone is profound, and somewhere else, presumably in the same room as Felix and Jisung, there are people laughing in the distance.

“Ah shit,” Jisung curses and the line dies.

You’re not even thinking straight as you throw the phone onto the desk and bolt out of the office, your spinning chair ricocheting away. What do you mean he’s probably there already? They’re messing with you. There is no way, what on earth would he be doing here, unannounced, when he’s got an entire schedule-

He’s here.

He’s here. He’s here. He’s there. He’s standing right there. Already busying himself with the coffee machine, muscle memory walking him through the timings, and the fiddling. A new black cap, perhaps a new black mask. A stylish leather jacket, a plain white shirt... but the same dark eyes, the same smile crinkles, the same brown curls.

He’s here.

You catch Ashley standing to the side hesitantly, obviously curious to know why some random stranger has just walked up to your coffee machine. She wasn’t a regular yet when Chris was around before. Ashley eyeballs you, then points slowly at Chris, trying to figure out what she should do.

“It’s… it’s okay Ash… he’s fine…” you murmur, voice a hoarse whisper.

Chris suddenly stops, and his hands slowly fall to his side. He swivels around and stares at you, eyes wide, as if wondering himself what he’s doing here. You gulp, heart threatening to abandon your body. This isn’t real. This can’t be real.

“Hey…” he mumbles, through the cloth of his mask, “how you doin’~”

Again, your brain is complete jelly right now, so it’s no surprise when your mouth fails to form coherent words. As if in a daze, you stagger over to him, your feet dragging on the floor.

“Y/N?” he hesitantly asks, when you continue to merely stare at him, mouth parted in shock, eyes shimmering with pent up emotions.

“How am- how am I doing? How am- can I give you a hug?” you blurt out, and you can visibly see the tension in Chris’ body evaporate. After a second of numb silence, he spreads his arms wide, “C’mere.”

You dash forwards and sneak your arms around his abdomen, slamming into him with a force that makes him stumble backwards with a little ‘oof’. Chris wraps his arms around you, rubbing comforting circles on your back.

“How can you say that? How am I doing? You’re insufferable,” you whine into his shirt, and an unfamiliar sound of embarrassment escapes his throat. Carefully, he places his chin on your head, “It’s been a long while~ I didn’t know what to say, don’t tease me…” he cries, eliciting a string of giggles from you.

After what feels like an eternity, you pull yourself away from him and move to stand at your place by the coffee machine, picking up the grinders he’s abandoned so you can finish the order. 

“What are you doing here?” you breathe out, as Chris sidles up beside you to start the next order. The tips of his ears an adorable shade of pink, and your heart flutters when he turns slightly to face you and his sparkling eyes gaze into your own, crinkling at the corners to show he’s smiling wholeheartedly despite his mouth being hidden behind his mask.

“Am I not allowed to be here?” he chuckles back, reaching over to snag a takeaway coffee cup.

“Don’t respond to a question with a question!” You pout, clicking the portafilter into the grouphead of the coffee machine. The low hum of the coffee trickling out of the spouts begin as he leans over to whisper in your ears, “I’m here for you. I told you I’d be back didn’t I?” Chris presses the button to start the coffee on his end, placing his cup neatly underneath the spouts. Your coffee has finished pouring, and all it needs now is milk. Chris stares at you blankly, his eyes flickering to the coffee you’re supposed to be making, and then back to you. He’s frozen your brain though, and once he realises this, his ears turning pink again, he snatches your coffee cup from the machine and does the milk for you.

The coffee machine stops whirring, and regathering your wits, you grab his coffee cup, and begin to do the milk for it. You’ve switched orders now.

“You’re back for my hot chocolate aren’t you, you little liar.”

Chris clicks a lid on top of his coffee- your coffee? and places it down on the bench, “What can I say? You never told me what goes in it.”

You do the same, capping the takeaway coffee with a lid, “Okay come on, you can’t keep saying that. You’re practically a coffee connoisseur now. You can easily figure out how to make it yourself.” You grab both of the coffees and move around him checking the name on the order and preparing to call it out for the customer. It’s Ashley’s.

Chris sneaks up behind you and slides his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him again, “Mhmm… listen again, you never told me what goes in it.”

“Oh,” is all you can say, your brain working overtime to figure out precisely what he means. Truthfully, you know exactly what it means, but you’re refusing to admit it – at least your mind is, maybe not your body, because you can feel the tips of your ears burning.

“Are those mine?” Ashley wanders over, her intuition kicking in apparently. After she was instructed to leave Chris alone, she had gone back to cleaning the windows.

“Yeah- yes,” you breathe, wriggling to try and escape Chris’ grasp, “but why’d you order two?” 

Ashley gratefully accepts one of the coffees, blowing into the small hole to cool it down, “The other one is for you.” 

Your heart melts a little, and as Ashley takes a sip of her drink, Chris sneakily extricates the remaining coffee from your hand, pulls his mask down and takes a sip.

“Hey- Ash ordered that for me, not for you,” you swivel around and try to take it back off him, “you don’t even like coffee.”

Chris’ nose scrunches up in distaste after his sip, but he still refuses to give it back, holding it high above your head, “What’s yours is mine.” 

“Since uh- when?!” you retort, rolling your eyes at him and trying to yank his mask back up his face.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Ashley gasps, and Chris freezes. He immediately pulls his mask back up, and hands you back your coffee, “I know you!”

“No you don’t Ash,” you state at the same time Chris says, “Not surprised.”

You turn to stare at him in shock, but he just shrugs nonchalantly, “Are you a Stay then?” he quizzes, leaning forwards and pressing his hands on the countertop to prop himself up.

“Oh me? No not really. I haven’t had time to- she is though,” Ashley garbles, pointing at you unabashedly, “That’s how I know who you are. Remember?” she’s talking directly to you now, “You were playing one of their songs over the speakers a while back and I asked who they were.”

Oh. Yeah you remember now. Ashley had asked you about them, and because she genuinely seemed interested you lost your self a little in explaining who Stray Kids were.

“He’s your bias isn’t he? Bang Chan?”

“I’m your-” Chris starts, but you interject him swiftly, “Well duh,” then without sparing a glance towards him, you address Ashley, “We’re going to have to keep this quiet, yeah?”

She leans closer and whispers with a wink, “Oh yeah for sure. Can’t have all the Stay’s chasing you for dating Bang Chan, right?” 

Chris bursts out laughing, suddenly hiding his face in his hands, and you splutter uncontrollably, “I’m not- hang on- what gave you that impression- we’re just long-distance friends.”

Ashley sucks in air through her teeth and grabs her heart dramatically, “How does it feel Bang Chan? To be friend zoned?” 

Chris is laughing so hard he’s practically wheezing, desperately trying to breathe through his mask. 

“Oh- it hurts- I’m in so much pain- how could you?” he manages, clutching his own heart in his hands and pouting with his eyes at you. You step back from them both; Chris who’s still chuckling, and Ashley who’s smiling at you with a knowing look.

“What am I missing here?”

“I like this child. Keep her. Ashley right? Just call me Chan,” he’s finally stopped laughing, but his eyes are still glimmering with mirth.

“She’s keeping me alright. I work here now,” Ashley grins with pride, taking another sip of her coffee, “Anyway so… are you going to do it or do I have to do it for you?” 

Chris falls apart laughing again, leaning heavily on the bench to support himself. The pair of them seem to be on a completely different page to you, and you’re just standing there in confusion.

“Okay! Okay wow! This is… not how I was planning on doing it,” he wheezes, and Ashley sighs, impatient, “Who cares?!”

“Planning on doing what?! Someone help me out here, what is happening?!” You cry, face scrunched up in desperation, head flicking from one person to the other.

“Okay you,” Chris begins, flicking his head towards you, “Close the café tomorrow-”

“Or just leave it up to me,” Ashley chirps eagerly.

“-that works too. I’m taking you somewhere.”

You raise your eyebrows in amusement, a little thrown off by his assertion, and Ashley’s collaboration, “Where and why?”

Chris shrugs, “The beach, with food, and because I want to,” Ashley is nodding in the background, as if she knows this is exactly what he’d say, “I haven’t been in a while.”

“I’m poor. I can’t afford to buy food just for the beach,” you stubbornly state, mind trying to figure out if he was being genuine.

“It’s called a fucking date. Chan will pay for you,” Ashley snaps, and Chris nods vigorously, “Took the words right out of my mouth.”

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you speak, “Oh-kay, you two get along too well. Your induction isn’t over yet Ash, get back to work.”

“Yes boss,” Ashley grins, skipping away with her coffee.

“She’s bright,” Chris chuckles, watching her leave, “This isn’t exactly how I was meant to ask you out but I think it worked out fine.”

He’s not even looking at you as he speaks, but when he registers your silence he turns towards you.

“Wait- you were being serious?” your mouth drops open in shock, and Chris shakes his head at you. He pushes himself off the counter and grabs your shoulders with a little shake.

“Yes. I was being serious. Go out with me tomorrow?” 

“What about- what about the rest of Stray Kids, where are they? Don’t you have things to-”

Chris squishes your cheeks playfully to shut you up, “I told you before. I’m here for you.” 

You squirm in his grasp but he holds you steadily, “That’s not the only reason though, surely.”

“Yes. It is. Everyone’s on a two-week holiday and it was a toss-up between whether we returned to our families or here,” Chris’ eyes stray from yours to the side of your face, and he carefully brushes a strand of hair back, “The Kids really loved your Café, and it only exists here.”

“You’re lying,” you breathe, eyes wide.

“I am not… so… how difficult would it be to close shop the day after tomorrow? They want to come over.” 

In his eyes, you can see a flicker of exhaustion. You can tell he’s not happy to have to inconvenience your business just so Stray Kids can visit in peace. It’s not an inconvenience at all though.

“Sure! Tomorrow can be Ashley’s first shift, and I’ll close shop the day after,” you grin, suddenly burrowing yourself into his arms and pulling him into a hug, hiding your happiness from the world.

He’s here.

-

On this first little date at the beach, where you had a picnic blanket and food set up, the rest of Stray Kids gate crashed halfway through. They ate half your food, picked you up by your wrists and ankles and threw you into the water. This shocked you to the core because… since when were you that friendly with one another? They seemed to welcome you to the family pretty quick.

Chris was laughing back at the picnic set up. And the Skz members gleefully pestered you for confirmation of whether Chris was your boyfriend. When you nodded, soaking wet, they sprinted back to him and crushed him in a mountain of hugs, teasing him and cooing him. 

Then, yelling over the top of one another, dragged Chris all the way down to the water where you still stood. He was laughing, putting up a bit of a fight but not really; he’d always be gentle with them. Once the members had managed to group everyone together, Jisung started chanting “Kiss! Kiss!” and the rest of the members joined in. Chris was hiding his face in his hands, making distressed noises, his ears burning bright red. 

You shook your head in disbelief at the members around you, and instead pulled Chris into a hug, which he reciprocated, burying his embarrassed face into your neck. There were whoops and cheers (and Jisung’s disappointed “awhhhhh”), and then you forcefully pushed Chris down into the water, a stupid grin on your face. He came up spluttering, shocked, and then dove for your ankles. You squealed and sprinted away, crash landing into Felix, who caught you, but stumbled and fell into the water too – and then suddenly, everyone was getting dragged under.

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-> PART 3 -> Masterlist

A/N: Yay! Milestone Event 2 (And a Half) Check!

Feedback is always appreciated, negative and positive alike. I apologise for any editing errors, I’m forever learning.

Until next read! - Kaisowoo

#bang chan fluff #bang chan x reader #stray kids #bang chan imagines #bang chan #let's get this relationship going fr #chan #christopher chan bang #bang chan fics #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

I'm finally continuing to upload season 6 of the swedish mlp:fim dub to my youtube channel! not sure anyone who's interested in this follows me here but regardless, here are the episodes I've uploaded today:

☆ S6E6 No Second Prances // Ingen Andra Chans ☆

☆ S6E7 Newbie Dash // Nybörjaren Dash ☆

☆ S6E8 A Hearht's Warming Tail // En Hjärtvärmarsaga ☆

☆ S6E9 The Saddle Row Review // Den Stora Recensionen ☆

☆ S6E10 Applejack's "Day" Off // Applejacks Lediga "Dag" ☆

☆ S6E11 Flutter Brutter // Besvärlig Bror ☆

and finally here's a link to a playlist with all the season 6 episodes I've uploaded so far: 💖

#my little pony: vänskap är magiskt #my little pony #my little pony: friendship is magic #friendship is magic #mlp #mlp fim #☆.mp4 #Youtube

[vro0m]

(unserious) analysis of the 'My first day' answers

Charles : couldn't decide on a handwriting style, has the musical taste of a teenage girl (not a bad thing), has lost all personality beyond being a Ferrari driver, is probably gonna get the Prancing Horse tattooed at some point

Carlos : has lost all personality beyond that Smooth Operator thing that happened 4 years ago, didn't understand he had to sign the board

Oscar : of course he listens to house music look at him, "achieve my dream" is kinda cute

Lando : looks extremely depressed, apparently no ambition beside staying alive this year (relatable), didn't understand he had to sign the board

Logan : had to say what state he's from as all US-americans like the rest of the world gives a shit, even indicated the state his favorite food is from, he does look like he would listen to Eminem, "USA! USA! USA!"

Alex : said he's called Albono, doesn't know what music he likes which is a red flag in my book (sorry), just wanna be the prettiest blond around the paddock

Nyck : also doesn't know what music he likes which is a red flag in my book (sorry), "live my dream" is also cute, the newbies still have hope

Yuki : the band is called Hentai Shinshi Club. That's all I have to say. It doesn't match his baby face.

Pierre : didn't understand he had to sign the board even though they literally wrote it down for him, of course he likes Drake

Esteban : solid song choice

Max : I'm precisely 0% surprised he didn't write down a song, who's fav food is tomato soup?, just wanna eat well (relatable)

Checo : didn't understand he had to sign the board, writes like he's 8, color esperanza was exactly what I thought it was before looking it up

Valtteri : extremely happy to be here, simple man with simple ambitions, my hype song also changes every week

Guanyu : "rap!", girls just wanna have fun

Kevin : I don't think I've ever seen someone in the whole F1 world referring to him as just "Kevin" until now but I've chosen an editorial line and I'm sticking with it, I didn't know what smørrebrød was but it seems nice, the song is... a choice...

Nico : said his name was Hulk, can't write, what the fuck is his fav food, of course he listens to house music look at him, oh btw look at him, he doesn't wanna be there, his ambition is to get tanned, he should go back on vacation and leave his seat to someone else, didn't understand he had to sign the board, that smiley face looks like it's in about as much pain as he is

Lance : happy to be here, holding the board like a toddler showing a 'first day of school' thing for a photo which is kind of the point, writes like he's 12, "this year I will... great :)", didn't understand he had to sign the board

Fernando : 23, 23, 23, doesn't listen to music, doesn't look like he's gonna have fun in the photo, didn't understand he had to sign the board

George : couldn't decide on a handwriting style, basic ass music choice, also holding the board like he's a toddler

Lewis : wasn't there

#don't come at me #f1 #2023

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

Save a Horse…Ride a Redhead

**Minors Beware SFW Warning**

“Hey, watch your left!” You shout, spurring your horse faster when a steer made to break formation. It’s been acting antsy for the last ten miles and it had seemed to wait for the hired hand to look away before making its move to escape. The poor green newbie was too slow which resulted in the large beast seeming to prance smugly away towards the nearby hill. There was no excuse for them either since their “references” had confessed to the lacking problem solving they lacked. Too bad, you’d had hopes that this one could at least make it to the next town before you had to fire them. “Damnit! Kid, you just earned yourself an early retirement once we reach that ridge ahead.”

Their expression was lost to you as a blur races past from the head of the herd, leaving behind a crimson streak, and with a disappointed bellow the steer rejoined the group. Atop of the mighty but softy horse who had been struggled to bond with any rider upon your ranch now radiated with authority sat a burly man with wide set shoulders and a toothy grin that could put any predator to shame. “No worries, boss, I got ‘em no problem!” He was an impressive example of the male species. Those muscles could barely be held back by the straining buttons of his shirt, which you’ve seen a few times thanks to those times he’s groomed the horses without upper clothing, and that butt on him was almost too much to take whenever he worked the hay dispenser while making it seem easy.

A sideways glare was sent to the former employee as they cursed your name beneath their breath yet before you could reprimand they were sent to the ground courtesy of a large fist. Amusement filled you when seeing the horse also toss in its two pieces by snorting loudly in their face and flattening its ears in warning when they made to come at you. It wasn’t until they had remounted then disappeared from view that your attention returned to the burly rider who made to return to his original position at the head. “Kiri, hold up.”

He visibly perked then moved beside you instead when another hand instead too his place. “Somethin’ I can do for ya, boss?”

Your hand briefly brushed along the copper horse’s neck, earning a nicker as its muzzle toyed with your boot. “See that Red Riot’s really taken a liking to you.”

“Oh, yeah, we go together like two peas in a pod!” The large man crowed with pride as the horse voiced its agreement with a shrill whiny. If he noticed your gaze wandering downward to follow a fine bead of sweat that slipped along his jawline before disappearing within the collar of his plaid shirt he didn’t react, yet little were you aware that all day long he’d been stealing glances from over his shoulder. Those carmine eyes locked on your own when a whistle sounded from ahead, a designated signal that a cow had gotten loose of formation, and the two of you were off after the surprisingly quick beast.

It took much longer than you would care to admit later, the sun had set by the time you’d secured the cow’s rope to your saddle’s horn, and honestly embarking in the middle of darkness was riskier than swimming in the county’s water reservoir since there were rumors of someone dumping illegal substances; your neighbor who liked to fish there told you a heck of a story the other night of how a fish he’d caught had two heads. The consecutive decision to set up camp was made once finding a secluded area. Campfire light danced, causing shadows to flicker across the horses’ hides, both saddles placed in preparation of alternating night watch between the two of you, yet a star high above your heads twinkled as if scheming the evening be full of something neither of you planned.

“How long have we known each other, Kiri?” You asked while handing him a can of beans that’d been tucked away within one of the bags.

“Oh, wow, let’s see…a few years now.” That grin appeared when he easily opened then placed it beside the fire to warm. “Thinkin’ it’ll be five this spring.”

Heat grew within your chest while smiling in preparation for the entertainment about to ensue. “Wow, so you really don’t remember us meeting way back in high school.” That definitely must have caught him by surprise, judging from the sudden choke from the large man who had been in the middle of taking a swig from the canteen. His eyes widened to the point where you thought they could pop out of his skull. One of your hands trailed absentmindedly rested upon his forearm, earning the smallest hitches of breaths from the man. It was missed by you since your attention was fixated upon the cellphone in your hand. “Just kidding, Kiri, you and I didn’t meet until after that twister that hit town. Looks like everyone else got to the checkpoint just fine so if we set out right at first light—”

“I quit.”

It was as if lightning had struck you as the phone fell to the ground and your jaw dropped, eyes locking on his and finding them full of seriousness. Pain erupted like a volcanic eruption when his words were repeated. They rang in the air like a church bell at a Sunday morning funeral. Tears prickled the backs of your eyes when his resolve remained unwavering despite the long seconds that passed as you waited for him to crack a smile or shout “gotcha!”.

Instead he never looked more like a statue with an expression as stony as marble itself as his gaze remained locked upon yours as he came closer. “After this job, I’m quitting.” The timbre of his voice deepened as your breath stalled when his hands rose to take light hold of your shoulders when anger flashed within your gaze. “(Y/n)—”

“Is working on my ranch too much for you? I warned what you were walking into the day of your interview so if mucking stalls, rolling hay, grooming the horses are too much for you than go back to the big bright twinkly city where slackers like—”

The sealing of his lips over yours effectively cutoff the rest of your sentence. To say you were confused was an understatement so honestly he should have expected the fight response from your body that resulted in sudden release in exchange for him to blink in bewilderment from the punch you’d landed upon his jaw.

Seething, you rose to your feet and stalked to the other side of the fire where you stared down at him through the rising flames which seemed to grow with each anger filled breath you exhaled. “The hell you think you’re doing?! First you tell me you’re quitting then you lay one on me?!”

His head fell backward, mumbling something about giving someone named Bakugo a slug later for giving him bogus advice, then straightened to fix you with a guilty expression. “I’m so sorry, (Y/n), I knew I should’ve done this my way instead. I just wanted to make this moment memorable—”

“Memorable?!” You were instantly across the space to plant yourself upon his chest, the ground meeting his back with a heavy impact from the combined weight of you two, the buttons of his plaid shirt literally flying in unimportant directions courtesy of both your hands taking fistfuls of its fabric. “You think dropping that bomb then trying to force yourself on me was the smartest move?! Eijiro, you owe me an explanation not as your former employer but as your friend!”

A bright red blush nearly matching his hair flooded his cheeks. “I don’t have a choice in the matter!”

“Is it money you want?! I can move things around!”

“No!”

Your eyes narrowed, raising his upper torso up high enough that your faces were inches apart. “Is it that slut down the county road who just got that botox job in her face and ass?”

Scoffing, he rolled his eyes. “Please, her face is so lopsided now it makes her botched boobs actually look level.”

“Right?!” Laughter bubbled up your throat before you could stop it.

“She’s nothin’ compared to you and I thought I had to quit if I wanted anything outside of a work relationship with you.”

Now it was your turn to choke and stare down at him in utter disbelief. Silence rang loudly, when it wasn’t interrupted by the faintest of crickets in the distant night outside of the campfire’s reach, until it was broken by his thick swallow when you brought him closer. You weren’t exactly a tomboy strutting around in overalls and thick boots, nor were you a girly-girl wearing stilettos and makeup, so to hear someone speak in such a way was a bit surprising. “Say that again without blinking.”

“No woman in the county can top you in wit, humor, or sexiness.”

Heat seared across your being a split second before the entire logical function of your brain shut down. “Ever since I saw you working with Red Riot for the first time was the instant I knew it wasn’t the horse I wasn’t imagine riding.” Self loathe filled you for a moment, unable to believe something so scandalous came from between your lips, until something akin to hope flittered within his gaze. “That wasn’t…I mean…Kiri—”

“Maybe you should show me how you really feel, (Y/n).” The corner of his mouth tilted upwards.

Every single fine hair across your body rose when feeling something slowly gain hardness against your jean covered groin when your legs which had managed to maneuver themselves on either side of his hips gave a squeeze. He had to at least be packing seven-no, definitely at least eight inches below that large belt of his! The arousal you’d been struggling to ignore ever since meeting the red haired stud now beneath you gushed forth like a steer out of a bucking chute. The lids of your eyes lowered as one of the logs on the fire snapped loudly. “You sure you can handle it, big boy? I am the holder of the longest record in women’s bull riding.” Your words only seemed to throw gasoline upon the embers within his gaze but you prevented him from stealing another kiss by leaning back slightly, seriousness clouding your resolve. “So you don’t want to quit because of something I did or for money?”

His brows furrowed, lips instead rising to brush against your forehead. “Of course not! I love this job and wanna keep it but I can’t go on hiding what I’ve been feeling since hearing your voice over the phone asking if I could help ya work with Red Riot over there. And then when I rolled up your driveway to find ya grooming (your horse’s name) it was as if I was about to meet a goddess!”

The flesh of your bottom lip caught between your teeth as ever fiber of your being was set aflame. Sure a few of the tacky hands had tried their hands at wooing their way into your pants with snarky comments or big talk but you have grown to know the kind of man he was. “Keep talkin’ like that and I can’t guarantee you’ll be capable of sleeping tonight.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Prepare to be ridden into the sunrise, Eijiro, and I don’t mean just for tonight.” You smirk while licking your lips as the hardened mass that was his member ground itself into your growingly moist jeans.

#mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha au #bnha au #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #mha x you #bnha x you #eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijiro x y/n #eijiro x reader #Eijiro X y/n #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x reader #cowboy #save a horse ride a cowboy

[burpfrog]

Beauty and a Beat | Part 1

Still sleep deprived, still writing. Let’s do this.

CB pranced into the empty dance studio and plopped her duffel bag down in the corner. She’s half an hour early to the workshop but she’s already been waiting anxiously outside for an hour and the security guard have started to taken a notice of her. She stood in front of the floor length mirror and gave herself one last fit check and nodded reassuringly at the reflection. After all she’s made sure to put on the right kind of over sized hoodie and sweatpants (she even got those caps that dancers likes wearing) to make sure she blends right in. “You got this, fake it till you make it,” she said to the reflection, pointing finger guns right back at herself. Hopefully no one saw that.

Someone saw that.

“You got this,” they said reassuringly.

CB turned around, mortified. Upon realising who was standing at the door, she turned a shade of barbie pink. “Kirsten?”

Kirsten chuckled, “Don’t be so nervous love, you must be the newest member to Jam?”

With a deep inhale an exhale, CB bashfully made her way towards the beauty. “Hi hello hi, lovely meeting you! I am the newest member to Jam, I’ve never thought I’d meet you in person but I think I might be here by mistake…” she trailed off. Seeing the slight confusion on Kirstin’s face, CB continued her rambling. “I am not really supposed to be here - I’d love to be here - but I don’t think I’m a dancer dancer.”

“Okay now you’ve lost me, I need more context. You are CB though?” Kirsten remained her graceful and welcoming composure, albeit a little more puzzled as CB continues to word vomit.

She nodded. “Well yes to being new to the team, yes to being CB, yes I am supposed to be here for the Jam Republic team workshop, but no I am not a dancer.” She paused, realised how convoluted she has made this whole situation. “Okay I think I should rewind - I’m technically hired to be a sound producer for JR, but during the hiring process I was asked if I can dance and I said yes. He then asked if I would like to join the dance workshop for team building and I said yes, but I didn’t get a chance to explain that I was an… exotic dancer during my college years.”

“Oh my god this is amazing,” Kirsten bursted out in laughter, “we love a good variety. I’m so glad you’re here. Don’t sweat about it!” The blonde gave CB a firm hug, “once a dancer always a dancer, no shame in stripping. Is that why you’re in those massive heels?”

CB chuckled and followed Kirsten’s gaze to the 8 inch platforms. “Pretty much yeah, they said to bring comfortable dance shoes so I brought Chloe along. It’s the only thing I know how to move in, really.”

“You named them?” Kirsten said amusedly, “At this height you might just be on Bada’s height. She should show up soon, she’ll be thrilled to not be the only giraffe in the room.”

The studio door opened once again, behind which the slender girl with perfectly pin straight fringe walked in. Elevator turtle neck? Bada thought to herself. “Speak of the devil!” Kirsten pranced over, guiding CB towards her. They briefly greeted each other before turning towards CB. “Here’s our newest, CB this is Bada, Bada, CB.”

Bada turned to the newbie, briefly stunned by the heels. How does she move in those?

CB beamed back, taking in the gorgeous face with effortless coolness. Her hair tied up in a messy bun, her streaky fringe a blend of cool grey and black, with her signature cap sitting on top. She then quickly followed her gaze down to the heels. “Hello there! I’ve heard plenty about you - and this would be Chloe. Pleasure meeting you,” CB tried to sound as approchable as possible, knowing her tendency of having a notorious resting bitch face when seeing a stunner.

Bada chuckled at Chloe. “Hi! I think we’ve met but never got the chance to introduce myself,” she said as she remembered the elevator encounter. The girls were right, she is her type. Her split dyed blue and black hair resembling a gothic Cruella, cold eyes with eyeliner sharp enough to kill, and her towering figure had Bada catching herself staring at her jawline. Under those oversized utilitarian hoodie must hide a very choke-able neck, Bada couldn’t help but think. Feeling a flush of redness rising to her cheeks, she quickly looked back down at the leather heels and feign a massive interest in them.

“Right,” CB quickly recalled the encounter, “I was just stopping by the other day to get the studio’s location, Jam Republic have sent me there in hopes that I can find you before they’ve set up the recording studio in Seoul for me. They thought I’d get lonely in a new country all by myself.” The Cruella impersonator chuckled, “but I got all flustered seeing all you ladies there that day and couldn’t bring myself to introduce myself. Sorry about that, I don’t do well in groups.” I don’t do well in front of pretty ladies, CB thought to herself, but managed to swallow that line before she made a fool of herself.

“Don’t be silly, we were actually wondering when did we get another dancer in the studio,” Bada reassured, pleasantly surprised by how warm and fuzzy CB sounds despite her almost mafia-like appearance the other day. “We even have a nickname ready for you in case you’ll be joining BEBE.”

The small group was interrupted as the remaining members of Jam Republic joined the room, ready for the workshop to begin. CB took a seat next to Bada on the oak dance floor, the duo exchanged a smile before turning their attention to Kirsten, who led the first day of workshop. Glad I went along with the misunderstanding, CB thought to herself as she checked out Bada one last time before focusing on the dance training.

The ten hour day went on as each member took a 2 hour slot sharing dance moves and exchanging pro-tips. Four hours in, during Latrice’s turn, Bada can’t help but to stare at CB as she quickly learned Latrice’s skilful footwork in those seemingly impractical shoes, moving like a graceful gazelle. CB noticed her intense eye contact and grinned back, “I doubt I’ll be able to move by the end of today. I’m surprised I even lasted this long with all you pro dancers,” CB whispered, laughing at her own rusty moves. Bada repeated Latrice’s moves alongside, which much better precision and body control, CB’s eyes widen at the demonstration, trying hard to not drool at the sight of her fluent dance grooves.

As soon as the lunch break was announced, CB sprawled onto the floor, panting heavily from the exercise. “I have no idea how you do it,” CB said shakily, “I am so out of shape it’s not even funny.”

Bada laughed at the slump on the ground, “you’re not doing too bad, probably just not your genre. What is your usually dance style anyways?”

CB smirked mischievously as she unzipped her hoodie, “stripping.”

Bada felt her cheeks flushed red as she continued to pulled off the oversized clothing, revealing the singlet underneath. Thank god for the practice, at least I can chalk that one up to Latrice’s full body workout. Before she even had the time to register the stunning body, she was quickly distracted by impressive patchwork tattoo collection CB had covering almost the entirety of her body, from the base of her neck to as far as Bada can see under all the hoodies’s coverage. She fought back the urge to gulp hard but failed.

CB noticed the lingering gaze and decided to tease a little more, winking at the already blushing Bada. What a cutie, she thought to herself, maybe I’ll take a shot.

The workshop continued after the hour long break. CB kept the hoodie off, tossing it to the corner along with the remainder of her belongings. Bada couldn’t stop stealing glances at CB, she’s never realised how fast hours can pass. On the other hand, CB is not cut out for these high intensity dance sessions but refused to be the only one to tap out and embarrass herself, especially when Bada won’t stop looking over at her. I gotta make a good impression, she thought as she gritted her teeth to push the remaining hours; hours felt like days as every inch of her muscles threatened to give out at any given time.

As soon as day one of workshop ended, CB crawled her way towards her bag to reach for a grinder and a pouch. She rolled a joint in record speed and searched for the nearest smoking area. Kirsten caught a glimpse of a pink grinder and squatted down next to CB. “Sharing is caring,” she said half joking, half very much wanting some greens.

CB motioned at her travel sized smoke goodies and inched towards the exit. “Help yourself, I desperately need a smoke after today. I might have to show up tomorrow in crutches.”

As the duo giggled towards the smoking area, Bada wondered where CB vanished to, determined to make more conversations the next day.

“I didn’t know you smoke,” Kirsten asked as she took a draw.

“I was a stripper in Melbourne, or course I smoke.” CB responded. “Just glad the workshop is here and not Korea, I don’t think I’ll have enough ouid pen to last me through this. There is some really cute girls to keep me motivated though, I’ll have to say.”

Kirsten laughed, clicking her tongue. “Bada? She really is the infamous heartthrob isn’t she.”

CB nodded, taking another deep long draw. “Caught her looking my way a few times, you reckon I have a chance?”

“I think so, pretty sure Redy is out of the picture…” Kirsten trailed off, enjoying the company. “Careful with that one, she’s can be a real womaniser,” Kirsten said jokingly, her tone laced with a hint of warning.”

CB’s eyes flickered under the street lights, “I do like a challenge.”

Aight guys I am very sorry for the inconsistencies in writing, it has been so long since I last birthed a fic and I am behind rusty. Thanks to my brilliant ~depression~ I really can’t decide between fluff or angst (I have the tendency to lean towards sabotaging relationships whenever my mother is in town to visit, I wonder why…), so I’ll probably be writing some hard-to-get long burns for the time being? If you have a preference feel free to let me know~ Anyhoo thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far ^_^

#fanfic #dance #swf2 #bada lee

[sukunasun]

omg hi!!! the even slayer f1 anon here! wow your reply to my ask that was made in like five seconds blew me away… genuinely so slay. i actually have no words to say anymore because the reply was that good. but in all seriousness, you were so right about everything in that reply. gojo as a driver who’s nigh undefeated? an absolute menace of a man. him in the black mercedes racing suit… now that’s a thought! geto as a tradition bound racer? who only drives for ferrari, THE icon of the sport, the blazing red, the prancing horse? he’d be great and arrogant; a driver that attracts you even from the beginning. nanami as a team principal is so chef’s kiss i have nothing to add to that. your writing is so slay and i appreciate it tremendously. much love <3

hey f1 anon! thanks for sending this in, as well as the prev ask too it's so nice to see someone who's into it, especially when it's so specific too. and yes, geto is great, and he is arrogant but not in a sleazy way, he does it for a reason, so precise, especially when he knows people so well, he could easily traverse his way into their hearts, and no one could ever hate geto really, he makes up for it too with the way he just...proves people wrong, with the way he can be funny to one person and insightful to another, fearsome on the grid, a beast behind the wheel, but a sweetheart when he crouches down to carry mimiko, her bangs sticking to her forehead when under the blazing sun of singapore, geto gently pries them away, clipping them up, cooing all the while as he places a cool towel over her, without knowing that it's going to show up on tiktok and global news sites because oh wow, geto suguru is not just a driver but a softie, a dad, the kind of man that is so loyal when you kiss him on his racing helmet and he leaves that lipstick mark there...i would like to see it, everytime he starts smirking at a camera pulled in close, catching him in a pit garage, his hair tied up, let down, braided, or shoved into a feyrari branded cap, he runs his mouth all the time, wishing the other drivers good luck but subtlely hinting at and foretelling their imminent loss, they're gonna get left behind, ugh he just doesn't give a fuck, so unbothered up until gojo zooms past him and it ruins his entire day

(team principal nanami who comforts yuuji after every loss, "don't worry itadori, P16 isn't so bad given that you almost crashed today," because that's how every rookie starts out, it's fine, they'll try again, but on the flipside he blames himself for putting him in that mersaydees seat, for agreeing to it, they're losing points he doesn't remember when he'd ever let his feelings for a desperate newbie wanting to prove himself get in the way of winning, of having that big bonus at the end of the year, then again, he doesn't try to make sense of these things anymore, has a tiny slither of hope that maybe gojo of all people would have an answer, so he sighs heavily, rubs the tension and exhaustion out of his eyes, and watches it play out on the monitor)

(give me yuta who's stuck next to geto, the first driver, second driver drama, names his car after his childhood love, and commentators pick up on it, "it's like car and driver are one" they say, british accents and a chuckle afterwards, okkotsu is sheepish, shy at the fact that he's on pole in his second race of the season when not too long ago he'd been collecting dnfs, give me yuta whos just happy to be here, who's racing philosophy is 'go fast! :)' and he does)

#nom nom scuderia geto #formula one au #f1 au #ask #anon #yuta naming his car rika the way seb named his honey? what is this ritual called...the labelling? the naming?... #also i kno racing is so much more complex than im making it sound but technicalities shall be pushed aside for the vibes and the fantasy...

[shaffersahin21]

The secret of Profitable Business Ideas

The design has modified barely over the years and still appears on automobiles produced by the corporate as we speak. Let's see how good you are in recognizing hood ornaments and badges from yesteryear, some of that are still used as we speak and have changed little or no. Many other Indian corporations have carried out LBO transactions after 2000. mysserveraddress.com of Canada-based mostly aluminum producer Novelis, Chennai-based oilfield gear producer Aban Offshore's acquisition of 33.76% stake in Norwegian oil rig producer Sinvest, Vijay Mallya's UB Group's acquisition of Glasgow-based mostly whiskey maker Whyte & Mackay, Dr.Reddy Lab's acquisition of German generic drug maker Betapharm, Wind energy main Suzlon's acquisition of Germany-primarily based RePower Methods are various examples of LBOs carried out in India.

In 1932 4 totally different firms merged - Audi, Horch, Wanderer and DKW. Rolls-Royce - Maybe the most recognizable hood ornament on the earth, the Spirit of Ecstasy was designed by sculptor Charles Robinson Sykes and features a lady leaning forward with arms stretched behind her and clothes billowing in the wind. The emblem design for Audi features the now famous ‘Four Rings.’ Not many people know what these symbolize, nevertheless. One other extremely well-known emblem that even those not fascinated about motor automobiles will be capable to establish, the Prancing Horse is the image of Italian sports car firm Ferrari. Actually, it was used even before the corporate got into the auto manufacturing business.

This lion image has been part of this auto producer since the early days of motoring. The Peugeot Lion has formed a part of the French model's brand and hood badges since inception. Curiously, they are spring loaded and designed to retract into the hood if the automotive is concerned in an accident. These days, a few vehicles nonetheless have hood ornaments, however these can retract into the hood with simply the click of a button. They’re held mostly within the Nationwide Library of Naples, Italy, with a couple of in Paris, London and Oxford, UK. There are several small business ideas that newbies can begin with little capital.

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[out-of-context-batfam]

Batman Universe #1

#THOSE COPS MUST CLEARLY BE MESSING WITH THE NEW ROOKIE ON THE FORCE BECAUSE EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN THIS #THEY ARE PROBABLY BITING THEIR TONGUES TO HOLD BACK LAUGHTER AS THEY SAY IT #BRUCE HOWEVER IS MUCH LESS AMUSED BY THIS #IF MOST COMICS AND MOVIES ARE ANYTHING TO GO BY THEY WILL GET S RATHER STRONG ELECTRIC SHOCK FOR TRYING THIS #dc comics #batfam #batfamily #out of context #batman universe #batman #bruce wayne #funny #dammit bruce #gcpd #dont touch the mask #prancing the newbie #Bruce is not amused #1k

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

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Leggo!

...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!” 

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?” 

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off. 

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded. 

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point. 

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime. 

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!” 

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?” 

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?” 

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you. 

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming. 

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door. 

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him. 

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?” 

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead. 

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

 As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind. 

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound. 

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear. 

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest. 

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping. 

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face. 

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed. 

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.

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[buck-nialled]

Leather Love - B. Barnes Imagine

NOTE: im still a newbie when it comes to writing smut so please show mercy!

TAGLIST: @poetic-heart @hallecarey1 @moonlightbaby10 @5-seconds-of-bucky @bbl32 @wobblymug @iwannabekilledtwice @golden-hoax @barnes-lokison

SUMMARY: bucky has a kink for you in his clothes. more specifically, his leather jacket...DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! the following depicts graphic scenes of unprotected sex (wrap it up ppl), dom!bucky and sub!reader, mentions of exhibitionism/vuoyerism, light slapping, begging, and dirty talk. 

“Fuck, doll.” You feel the vibration of his grunt. His pink lips, swollen from your passionate kisses moments before, teased the shell of your ear as his thick cock rammed into you. The heat bubbling to the surface of your body gave a stark contrast to the white snow fluttering down onto the Brooklyn streets outside. As you began to feel sweat rising on your back and shoulders, you made an endeavor to peel the dark jacket--practically dwarfing you because of its size--off of your body in a haste. Quick to show his objection, Bucky’s hands took both of your wrists immediately, and fastened them to the pillow with his mighty grip. The inhumane strength of his vibranium appendage lay secure on your hip and guided your middle rhythmically to his own.

“Don’t you dare take it off, dollface.” His voice staggers as his girth hits a deep spot within you. “Let it be a reminder of what got you into this mess…”

Ironically, the mess of your action was yet to arrive. You did not intend for simple teasing to go as far as Bucky calling a raincheck on lunch with Yuri and pounding you so far into your mattress that you’d begin to see stars. But here you were.

All because you put on the damn leather jacket. Perhaps it was layering nothing beneath it, nor deciding to zip up the dark material that was a catalyst for Bucky’s sudden lusting. Either way, you could not complain. Not while his hips were slapping so furiously into yours. Not while your nipples turned harder with each rub of his bare chest, or the cool metal zipper rubbing against your areolas so wantonly.

“I bet you knew this was gonna happen, didn’t you? Prancing around the apartment like a little slut, only in my jacket.” He spits through clenched teeth. You whine as the pace of his sheathing comes to a drastic slow. He is teasing you, no doubt as payback.

“Wonder what the neighbors are thinking right now...hearing your little noises through the walls. Wonder what the people in the building across from us would think.” You whimper at his words, trying to glide your hips up to meet his for any increase in friction. Your attempts are futile, as his metal fingers keep a firm grip against your side.

“You’re so damn lucky the window’s frosted right now, doll, or I’d have you pressed up against it.” His lips dig into the space between your neck and shoulder to place wet, sloppy kisses against your warm skin, while you still try to keep your moans at an unalarming volume. He chuckles darkly as your wails and groans only grow louder.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He picks his head up so his dark blue eyes, swimming with hunger, can connect with yours. “Allowing total strangers to have a look at you being fucked by my big cock, in my jacket. Let everybody know who you belong to.” He punctuates every word with deep thrusts into you, and you relish in the feeling of his metal fingers sliding up to give attention to your swollen clit. At the contact, more whimpers exit your lips, red and bitten by this point.

“Such a naughty girl for me. I don’t know if you deserve to cum for teasing me so much…” a flood of incoherent protests leaves you immediately. “You think you deserve it?” He lifts an eyebrow, continuing to taunt your clit with quick taps of his vibranium thumb. “Really?” A quick pinch to your nub leaves you gasping.

Unable to form words by the undeniable pleasure coursing through you, Bucky is met with an eager nod.

“If you want it so bad, beg for it.”

“P-please Bucky, please let me cum. I need it so bad. Need your cum to fill me.” You stammer out, rolling your hips eagerly to further prove your hunger for his thick member inside of you.

“Only my cock can make you cum. Ain’t that right, doll?” You nod your head, but it wasn’t enough for Bucky. His flesh hand loosens its grip around your wrists, but you have been in this position many times before, and know there is an underlying order to keep them in place. His flesh hand makes harsh contact with your breast, leaving a red mark before his thumb and forefinger are twisting your nipple in attempts to make you speak.

His tone is sharp. “Say it!”

“Only you can make me cum, Bucky! Only you, oh god…” the newfound stimulation of your nipples only tightens the coil inside of your stomach. Upon looking down, you can see an apparent bulging and deflating of your stomach with each of his thrusts. “Please, B-Bucky...please…” you were unsure of what you were begging for at this point. Was it release from the pleasure continuously tightening in your lower stomach, or further encouragement for your boyfriend to keep pounding you into oblivion?

“Feel that thick cock inside of you? Inside of your tight little pussy? Fuck, you’re takin’ me so well, doll. Your pussy was made to take my cock.” He presses a hand to your stomach to feel for himself; to feel how well his girl is taking him. By this point, the slick layer of sweat coating your body allowed the leather to stick to your back even more. However, you weren’t sure if Bucky would ever let you take the jacket off after this, considering how aroused the sight of you donned in it made him.

“Ready to cum, doll?” He pants out, keeping up with his rough pace. He gives you no chance to respond before commanding you to “do it. Make a mess for me.”

That was all it took. And boy, did you deliver. Bucky grunts out a string of curses as you convulse around his length, clenching down impossibly tight and receiving mumbled praises through hot breaths against your neck. You couldn’t tell where your orgasm ended and Bucky’s began. As soon as the slow-building knot within you unraveled, his warm seed began pouring into you. His body flopped on top of you and he busied himself while your highs continued wearing off by pressing more kisses into your neck and rubbing soothing circles into your hips. Your hands occupied themselves with his brunette locks, running through them and pushing them away from his damp forehead.

“You’re getting ten more of these for your birthday.” His gravelly voice announces as the two of you continue steadying your breathing. “Sorry to spoil it.”

Humming, you reply, "if they'll get this reaction out of you, I'm fine wearing them for the rest of my life.

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[seraphdreams]

greengreengreen

warnings : smut, fem!reader, drunk sex, suna being a bit of a jerk at the end, college AU

wc - 2.8k

a/n - this was originally gonna be a football!au but i got lazy and changed it back to volleyball

There’s cheering heard from the end of the hallway in the spacious university. Loud whooping and chants were heard as your classmates ran up to the commotion. You continued walking foreward at your steady pace, avoiding the crowd. “Look! The volleyball team is back!” You hear a student exclaim. You pause in your tracks, throat suddenly dry. You swallow, eyes growing wide as you lock orbs on the tall newbie the volleyball team welcomed. His eyes were like a fox’s, narrow and uninterested.

The way the jersey he has on enunciates his long toned torso, has you in awe. He seemed not to care about the praise and applause he was getting but instead taking out his cloth and wiping his forehead with the towel previously draped around his neck.

Your white haired best friend came up to you from the herd, suddenly looking at you in confusion. waving a hand in front of your face. A trance, is what you’re in. Just a split second of eye contact with what you’d describe as the prettiest man you’ve ever seen had you flustered. His allure was so daunting, leaving you almost speechless.

“Hey, Y/N. Hello? Guess what?” You snap out of your thoughts, looking up at Kita. He was also on the football team. His hair was drenched in sweat and face flushed pink. You cock your head to side, a response to his question. “We won the game, and that new second year is amazing!” He continues. “New second year? The one you were just thinking about? He’s....amazing? Is that why he was getting so much attention?” You think to yourself. Once again you were brought back to reality by Kita, clapping his hand to get your attention.

“Oh! Sorry, i was just wondering, when did he get on the team?” You question, straightening up at the loud clasp of his hands. The team finally got through the hallway, walking past you and Kita. He looks to the side, noticing the slow walking brunette. As soon as the man is in the same radius as Kita, he pulls him by the arm, yanking him into the conversation. He was slightly crouching under the shorter’s grip on his arm.

“He’s been on the team for a few weeks, this is Suna Rintarō. He scored us 12 points at tonight’s game.” Kita announces, Suna straightening up as Kita’s grip loosens. Your heart beats faster, feeling as if it’s going to burst out of your chest. “Hi, i’m Y/N” You say in a soft voice. He raises his eyebrows in affirmation, looking at you deep in your eyes.

Kita observes your body language, the way you held your hands behind your back, squeezed your thighs at the look Rintarō gave you, and licked your lips as you looked up at him with “innocent” eyes. Kita whispers something in his ear, Suna walking away a few seconds later. “It’s kinda late, isn’t it? Want me to walk you to your dorm?” Kita progresses. You nod your head and walk side by side out of the now empty hallway.

“‘Samu, i’m telling you, that’s my shoe!” You hear a loud voice from the outdoor courtyard. You spot Atsumu, obviously fighting with his twin. As you and Kita crept closer on your commute to the dorms, he scolded, “Twins! Cut that out!” Osamu and Atsumu halt then straighten out their clothes, scoffing at one another. “I swear they still act like they’re still in high school” Kita says with a chuckle. Pretty scenery of the campus went by as you and Kita continue to chat on your way to the dorms.

It was your second year of university. Kita’s been your best friend since your first year of highschool when you decided to become the manager of their volleyball team. He was so nice and a great person to talk to about whatever, always listening and giving the best advice. You both grew closer as the years progressed, instantly becoming best friends.

You’re in the same grade as the twins, having been with them since your first year as well. They were your source of entertainment and gossip. That’s why you were a bit confused how they never told you about the rookie. “Looks like we’re here.” You say looking at the room number on your dorm. Warm arms wrap around your shoulders as Kita pulls you in for a sweaty hug, flashing a smile at you before leaving toward his own dorm. “Ugh Shinsuke!” You joke opening the door to your room and carefully stepping in.

_________

After a long shower, you work on your school work, still in a towel. You decided to finish a few math problems, chewing at the end of the pen. There was no need to do work now, it was the Friday and the you could relax all weekend, maybe drink some wine. You check your phone. A message from Osamu catches your eyes.

There’s a house party a few minutes away. Wanna come with me?

A party didn’t seem to bad at the moment, you were already showered and hadn’t gotten dressed, having fun won’t hurt. You text him back a “sure”. You weren’t necessarily a party person, only clinging to the people you knew, but maybe you’d step out of your comfort zone. You search through a mess of clothes piled on your chair, stuffed in your drawer, and under your bed, until you found the perfect outfit. Something short. You put on makeup, spraying loads of setting spray to make sure you don’t sweat it off.

You slipped on your shoes and pranced to the door and down the hallway. You look both ways frantically, waiting to see a familiar face. Finally, you see a silhouette of the twins walking towards you. Atsumu held keys in his hand, jingling at every step he made. Once they were visible and in a close enough distance, Osamu cleared his throat. “We have to wait for someone else.” He stated. “Who?” You ask in curiosity, thinking it could be Kita or Aran.

You hear a door unlock from the back of the hall, the man was walking slowly looking down at his phone.

From where you were standing it looked like he was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. “Suna! Hurry the fuck up!” Atsumu yells. He looks up from his phone and slowly jogs up to him. You felt your heart pulsate the same way it did before. “Suna was coming? Why didn’t Osamu tell me?” you ask yourself. Once Suna caught up with the group, you all walked out the dorm hall and down the stairs.

It was a long quiet walk from the courtyard to the student parking lot, Suna being on his phone and the twins not speaking.

Atsumu found his car and unlocked the door, him driving with ‘Samu in the passenger seat and you and Suna in backseats. You strapped yourself in, everyone else following suit. Osamu hooks his phone up to aux cord, playing his playlist.

The rod was about 15 minutes long. ‘Tsumu pulls up to a large house on an almost abandoned street. There were lights flashing, seen from the windows and reflecting outside. You could see people outside with drinks in their hands, laughing at whatever nonsense they were talking about.

You look over at an unamused Suna, still looking down at his phone. “Who’s the designated driver?” Osamu questions. Atsumu raises his eyebrows and turns to his twin, eyes lighting up. “No. I don’t trust you” His twin replies, sitting back in the seat, arms folded. “I promise i’ll stay sober ‘Samu!” He pouts childishly. Osamu scoffs in response unbuckling his seatbelt. The group treads out of the car. You fix your outfit as you close the door to Atsumu’s black 2019 Dodge Charger.

You walk behind the group, keeping your eyesight fixated on the broad back of the brunette in front of you. Atsumu opens the door. You’re greeted with loud music, a blend of different bodies, and on your far right, tall stairs with a few people sitting down at the front. Nobody you knew was there except for the company you came with. You walk to the least crowded place, the drink table. You weren’t really a heavy drinker, but a shot or two wouldn’t hurt in helping you loosen up. The air suddenly smelt of a heavy masculine scent.

“Do you know what you’re drinking?” The deep, quiet voice says. You turn your head, meeting his chest then looking into his eyes. It was Suna. You nod and point to the label written on the bottle, “vodka”. He chuckles, a breathy laugh erupting from his throat. You smile at his expression, a little confused.

“What?”. He sets his drink down on the counter and puts his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. “You look a little bit lightweight, and there’s a lot of alcohol in your cup.” You scoff, putting the cup to your lips, inhaling the green apple taste, shuddering at the burning sensation that comes afterwards. The boy you thought was quiet wasn’t as quiet as you thought.

You lock your eyes on the snake tattoo that wrapped around his lower neck then disappeared under his shirt. He caught your examining eyes then looked over your head, a hungry Osamu stuffing his face with hors d’oeuvres. “What does that tattoo mean?” You ask. Rintaro inhales, then takes a sip from his drink. “I forgot. I got it when i was really high” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. You look up at his slit-like eyes, they glowed green, obvious evil intent behind them. You look down at the now empty cup in your hands. “Damn, you finished that fast” He says, eyes wide as he peers at the red cup in your hand. He finished the drink in his hand soon after, as to one-up you.

The conversation went on for what felt like hours. You grew more and more intoxicated as the minutes passed. The bass in the music throbbing in your head. Everything that came out of Suna’s mouth sounded slurred. You nodded at every noise you could comprehend. In the blink of an eye, he was no longer in front of you. You felt a large hand wrap around your waist, tugging on the fabric of your shirt. You felt swaying motions behind you.

The heartbeat of the figure prodding aggressively against your head. The music was slower, sensual even. You try to reach for your phone in your bag, haziness fogging over your mind. A hard grip on your arm knocks you out of your daze. You felt hard pulling, trying to look up at who was dragging you up the stairs. To your surprise, it was Rintarō. As you ascend up the stairs, you pass rooms. Suna checks the locks on each of the doors then opens the door of finally unlocked room in the middle of the hall.

The room was dark with only the pale moonlight shining through the window, insinuating the unholy bright green glint in his eyes. He motions for you to lay on the bed. You do as told, not sure why.

He kneels in front of you, wrapping his rough hands around your thighs and spreading them away, face to face with your cunt. He groans at the sight. “Are you a virgin?” He questions, snapping you out of the lust that was growing in your core. You shyly nod your head. “Do you want me to continue?” He solicits, looking up at you. You nod your head slowly.

He wraps his limber fingers around the waistband of your bottoms, pulling them down along with your underwear, a string of slick connecting your garments with your warm body. Another groan slips from his mouth, “So pretty.”

He attaches his lips to your clit, sucking and licking the bud. You arch your back, fisting the sheets beneath you. His gaze into your eyes like needles piercing your skin, sharp. He uses his skilled tongue to lap around your slit, dipping in and out. The cries you let out are loud, causing him to slow down his pace. He removes his lips from your cunt. They were glossed in your slick. He licks his lips then presses a thick finger into your hole. You yelp in surprise, gasping as he brutally finger fucks you. You tangle your hands in his dark brown locks, crying out words like “please” and “fuck”. He slips in another digit in no remorse for your poor tight cunt. The way he curls his fingers inside you while thumbing your clit has you in pure ecstasy.

You hiccup as you feel your orgasm pooling through you. He sucks the creamy liquid you left on his fingers. A vexatious smile on his face as he stands up and towers over your small frame.

“I want you to take all of me.” He demands. You look down at the growing bulge in his jeans the back up at him. You whimper at the sight, scared for your hole. He leans over to meet your eyes. He places sloppy kisses on your lips, using his tongue to part your lips. You scratch at his back as he deepens the kiss by pressing his tongue against yours. You kiss back letting him take control. He runs his lips down your jaw, meeting your neck.

He sinks his sharp canines into your neck harshly sucking on the flesh. He leaves little love bites all the way down to your chest. He stands back and looks at your abused body, proud of the work he’s done. He slides his shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor next to your bottoms. The snake tattoo you previously seen before looks more prominent now, more dangerous. You lean back, spreading your legs wider as he pulls his cock out from his jeans. He strokes a few times before aligning it with your drooling cunt

He slowly glides the tip in, sucking his teeth at the way you clench around the fat head. You wince at the pain. He tries pushing in once again, you getting tighter at each advance. He reaches his hand over to your thigh, rubbing the skin in small circles. “Breathe.” He whispers in spite to soothe you. You deeply inhale then exhale. Suna pushes halfway through, groaning at the feeling. An image of your smile flashes through his mind, the way you made him feel warm. “Hey?” He questions. You look up at him, confused by the childlike grin on his face.

“What’s red and shaped like a bucket?” Rintarō jokes. You shoot him a confused look. “i don’t know.” You say. “A red bucket.” The laugh you let out was quickly cut off by a sharp inhale. He thrusted his full length inside your cunt. “Sorry” He apologizes apathetically. You mewl at his dangerously fast pace inside you. It hurts but the pain was soon overridden by pleasure. He rubs your clit in harsh circles. You slip your hand under your shirt to play with your nipples.

A soft moan escapes from your core. The bliss was immense, leaving you breathless as he continued to bruise your cervix with his terribly accurate thrusts. You couldn’t take too much of it before you felt your core heat up. The pleasure ran through your whole body, attacking all of your nerves. You felt numb, mumbling and babbling unintelligible words.

“Good girl, you take me so well” He praises, pressing down on the bulge visible in your stomach. You moan at his words, trembling from the orgasm that’s about to crash through you. “Su-“ You try to let out. “I’m gonna cum!” You mewl, trying to sound as audible as possible. You wrap your hands around his wrist while arching your back. Hot liquid splashes his lower abdomen, coating his cock with your cream.

“Fuck, you squirted” He gasps, chasing his own high. The overstimulation leaves you tired and unable to respond to his thrusts. His thighs tense as he nears his orgasm. He sprays his warm seed in your cunt, painting the walls white. You both pant as you catch your breaths.

He tucks his cock back into his pants and grabs his shirt on the floor, putting it on. He tosses you your bottoms. “How does it feel to be bred your first time?” He mocks. The green glow in his eyes came back, more vibrant than ever. He leaves the room, leaving you to clean yourself up. You laid in the bed for a while, a text from Osamu waking you up from almost dozing off.

Come outside, we’re leaving

You trot downstairs, collecting your things and meeting the twins at the car. Atsumu looked to be out of it completely, Suna recording and laughing. It seemed like you and Rintarō became strangers again, he didn’t acknowledge you at all. Osamu was driving this time. You opened the door and sat on the seat, seeing Suna glued to his phone once again. There was complete silence the whole ride back, except Atsumu talking to himself.

You leaned your head back on the seat and fell asleep.

#suna smut #suna x reader #suna x reader smut #suna rintaro #suna rintaro smut #suna rintaro smut fic #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #rintaro suna #smut fic #suna oneshot #suna fic

[limitlessgojo]

Blood Bound: Blackened Bond (Ch 16)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood, Death, Gore, Japanese Mythical Folklore, No Major Character Death

Previous Chapter: 土御門天皇 (Tsuchimikado)

Next Chapter: Inferno: Flames of Hell

Word Count: 3.3k

Tags: Kamo Noritoshi x Reader, Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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This chapter is LONG, a lot longer than I expected haha, happy reading!

Chapter 16: Non-Standard

Noritoshi was in a shitty mood to say the least. He went home to his clan immediately after getting a summon. The clan head had discussed their stance on the upcoming war and is readying their jujutsu sorcerers for battle.

His half-brother had made a not too subtle snarky remark about you. "You've already gotten yourself a woman? Wonder if she even likes you. I'm willing to bet Homura's cuter than her." Secretly his brother was curious about you, having heard about your special grade status.

Noritoshi steeled himself, knowing his brother's playboy tendencies at his school.

"That's enough. I am quite serious about her, so don't even think of taking her."

He watched his brother shut up upon seeing him like this and left him hanging.

'Heeehhh? That Noritoshi is actually interested in someone? Interesting…'

Other serious matters aside, his father, as usual, asked about you, only for him to find out you've both gotten into an argument.

The head of the Kamo clan only raised an eyebrow. "That’s normal for every couple."

Noritoshi kept his temper at bay. But he couldn't help resenting his phone call with his father that day. If his father was less controlling and obsessive over their clan status, maybe it would have gone better.

No... He was also influenced by the elders. Ashamed as Noritoshi was to acknowledge it himself.

“We… broke up…”

At that, his father shuts his eyes, mood obviously souring.

"You are literally a fated pair, how is that even possible? *sigh* If it proves too difficult with her… well we had that list of marriage partners set up for you. Homura has made it quite clear she and her family would be very delighted to assimilate with ours."

Is this what Noritoshi wanted? A woman who obviously flirted with him as she lusted for power? No, he wanted you, who never inquired about his status. Just about his family, his mom, dad and half siblings.

You made it very clear you were worried about his family's well-being. And whether they would like you or not. You want him to meet yours. You never even asked him for a gift or much favors. (Though he had a feeling your family was pretty well off, based on your clothes and jewellery.)

And he loved the fact that he could breathe like a regular teenage guy around you. The only thing you’ve requested from him so far was honesty and transparency.

"No. That won't be needed. Y/N is mine. She is the only one for me." He spoke slowly and clearly. This is the first time he actually disagreed with his father. He'd lose his sanity without you.

"I expected as much, I've never seen you this determined about something before. Soulmates are so complicated." His father sighed out. "Do as you wish. It isn't wise for me or the elders to interfere with something as sacred and ancient as this soulbond you share with her anyways."

Noritoshi felt himself earn a small win at that. He was growing a backbone. "Thank you father."

“However! You cannot force her to love you back. Surely you know this. If you don’t get married by the age of 25, as per our clan tradition I’ll have you set up with another woman.”

Noritoshi inwardly sighed, resigned to his fate.

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Needless to say, you trained like a demon as the eve of Christmas quickly approached. Nobody dared come 10 feet near you as you perfected your Blizzard and Tornado techniques. It was normal to hear the crack of a sonic boom and see flashes of lightning around you.

You were hesitant to use your cursed technique reversal. You barely use flames and Inferno in general, but it can't be helped. But now you hold a pack of matches in your hand.

You lit a match and manipulated the flames. It danced dangerously around your fingers before you moved it from one hand to the other.

You were doing well. Spending a lot of time here on campus helped you to control your emotions and not let anger fuel your cursed energy like you did when you were younger. Those were such bad habits.

A wheel of flame circled in front of you. Very clean and stable. All of the sudden, a strong whirl of wind and empty space extinguished the flames like a vacuum … Only one other person in Japan is capable of doing that other than you.

You turned your head to the side and saw an incredibly tall man with snow white hair and a pair of sunglasses approached you. His bright baby blue eyes gently twinkling and peeking over the rims of his shades.

“Satoru nii, it’s been a while. Why visit me now?” You tiredly asked. He came up just a few inches away from you, staring down at you.

“I got a call from Hiroki. I’m here to help you with your special cursed techniques. It’s time, you’ve stopped holding yourself back Neko-chan.” He leered down with his trademark grin.

◇◇◇

You spend the entire afternoon getting pushed around by Satoru. This man was crazy strong. He kicked you against a tree. “OOF” you heaved.

"You avoid using Inferno. Is it because of your childhood trauma? I'm not shaming you but it's something you need to overcome."

You frowned at his words.

"You only have today to train with me y/n! Aren’t you honored I went out of my way from Tokyo to Kyoto?”

"Like hell I am."

“You’re not using the full extent of your cursed techniques. That power is your one true ally in this world. Trust it a bit more. Apart from your soulmate anyways, but I can see you and Noritoshi aren't exactly swell right now." Your eye twitched at that statement.

Satoru eyed the broken strands of red ropes that floated around you. Not a good sign. It was reaching out to the distance. Maybe to where Noritoshi is huh, Satoru wondered. Until he spotted one thin string, still very much intact and alive. He grinned.

‘This prick and his fucking special eye abilities’, you grumbled. He hit your back hard, “What bad language you have. Imma straighten you up today kitteeeen~”

He pranced around you and squatted to lean down to your level.

"But seriously, you say you want to get strong but you fear your own power kitten. Don't do that." Satoru pointed straight at your eyes. “Remove the fear of hurting the people around you. Because you’re literally fighting to protect the ones you love, focus instead on harnessing your cursed energy to fight. Your messed up emotions could cost you a fight, even your life. Doesn’t matter if you’re a special grade like me. At this rate you won’t catch up to me.”

You slumped to the ground in defeat.

“To be honest, I feel like my growth has stunted. I don’t know if it’s the lack of powerful opponents I’ve had lately.”

He sighed out so loudly and obnoxiously that your anger flared up at him. “Thaaat’s what I kept telling you. You shoulda come to Tokyo Jujutsu instead of here! 100% I would enjoy teaching you and I mean it. I could teach you ya know, and Yuuta is there as well. Another Special Grade, although his circumstances are quite unique and with the way he is right now, you have a better chance at beating him one-on-one since he’s a newbie to this world. And yet you kept saying you wanted to be here for your family.” He shook his head.

You felt as though your head cleared up all of a sudden. “Because I was here…. I was meant to be here. Satoru. I know it deep in my soul. Because I met Noritoshi and…. “ Your heart throbbed so loudly you heard it in your ears. A deep pain stabbed into you.

Ah right. You said you were over him. You broke up with him weeks ago.

“And? You’re not together anymore. Figure out your heart and I could let you reconsider transferring to Tokyo Jujutsu High you know?” He said with a frown.

Why does the idea of leaving Noritoshi behind feeling like you were carving your heart out? He isn’t anything to you anymore and yet…

No. Enough of this. You’re here to train and fight that curse that killed Sora. Your emotions were all over the place. Satoru came up to you and wiped your tears off your face.

“What are you doing to yourself y/n? Don’t lie to yourself. I thought you wanted to live life as honestly as possible.” Even Satoru looked concerned and troubled over your state.

You gulped. “Yeah you’re right. I told myself I wanted to get stronger and protect the ones I love. Now I’m just running away. Noritoshi at least has been trying to reach out to me, but I shut him down.” Your heart is hurting.

Satoru stared at you and the cursed energy that was rapidly pulsing around you. Then grinned. “Then... Fight me one-on-one right here right now. Let’s make sure to keep the damages to a minimum and take care of the buildings. All the other students are still here on campus. Sky's the limit since both of us can move well in mid-air. I want to see you control your emotions and fight me properly. I’ll hold back.” He said.

You took a deep breath and looked back up. “Challenge accepted.”

You’ve envisioned this countless times. You wanted to see how you could match-up against Satoru and all his years of experience. You weren’t expecting to win, but you were not going down without a fight. Your cursed technique is actually a good matchup for his.

You can manipulate molecules. Though you suspect his control is on an atomic level, and thus could overpower yours due to his finesse and 6 eyes. But you could at the very least try.

Satoru, on the other hand, already knew of your potential. 'She is the only one I know who can actually touch and surpass me, given that she can control gravity and condense molecules. It will come down to timing and refining techniques.'

“Give me 5 minutes to suit up.” You asked. He agreed. You flew to your room and eyed the katana of your father. He actually planned to give it to Sora when she turns 16. But due to her death, he gave it to you instead on your 16th.

The name was Kintsugi, because it was made of two halves before being welded together in the centre with high grade steel. The center has a core of a fine diamond dust that’s infused with cursed energy. It’s a grade 1 special tool that multiplies the cursed energy you put into it by 10.

“Don’t break it. Don’t break it…. But It’s Satoru I’m going against. It will break.” And so you put it back and instead reached for your best twin blades and metallic whip. You coiled it around your wrist like a bangle, before flying back to Satoru.

“Done preparing, kitten?” He had removed his sunglasses and his blue eyes were out wide open as they assessed your cursed technique.

“Yep!” You yelled. “Ah Toru, shouldn’t we inform the elders or Utahime sensei that we-”

He didn’t give you time to speak as he appeared in front of you all of the sudden. Rushing with a right hook. You quickly dodged. He kept his word and is going easy on you at least.

You exchanged a few blows with him, both his limitless and your spacial barrier active so technically, no hits were landed.

Until you warped the space and forced the molecules around them to retract, making you actually reach and hit him.

He must have expected the solid punch, because in return, he kicked you as he warped off your spacial barrier. You eyed him as you regrouped. It’s anyone’s game huh.

“You’re still holding back! Are you going to be like this in a real battle? Are you okay with staying weak? Or do you have to wait for someone special to die before you ignite?!”

Oh no he didn’t. Your emotions raged, and you tried to calm them down. But all you saw was blood red. You never felt this angry at Satoru before. Before you knew it, you had activated inferno, making the entire surrounding area, which Satoru was in, combust and burn up in flames.

You lit up a match and pulled the flames on the ground and trees towards your smaller flame and held a massive ball of fire. Satoru was gone, it was only soot on the ground. You looked up to see him hurtling down at you.

You barely dodged, before wrapping the flames around you as you used it to strike at him repeatedly. You both rose up higher and higher into the air.

“Special art: Goldenrod,” you shot a bolt of lightning at Satoru only for him to dodge it. “Don’t just shoot it from your hands! Electricity is a current! You can make it run through your entire body!” He yelled as you both spiraled and fought over the campus.

He had the energy to teach you while you were fighting. You scoffed, but listened carefully, generating electricity in your hands before letting it wrap around you.

You were both dodging and striking at each other with such power. The trees swayed violently as winds and rubble were thrown about.

“What on earth…” Noritoshi and the other students stared at the flashes of fire, lightning, and wind above the campus.

The sky darkened. Good. If you had water, that was another asset.

He must have realized this as he immediately activated his Cursed Technique: Reversal. “Red.” You were forced back, plummeting to the ground. You swiftly turned and saw Miwa and Mai staring at you with horror.

You pulled yourself up back into the sky, still filled with fire and lightning, narrowly missing the building. You twisted your fingers to the side. The flames turned into the shape of the Dragon and you whipped back to hit Satoru from the front while your dragon of flame hit him from behind.

He danced around your attacks, teleporting from one area to the next to dodge them.

He then easily extinguished your flames with a flick of his wrist, but your lightning stayed. He can’t extinguish it, because it was coursing through your body, constantly moving.

You both stood, hundreds of feet high above the Kyoto Campus in midair. Lightning flashed above and winds howled.

You’ve never been pushed this hard your entire life. Not with Hiroki. Not with Todo. But Satoru was really on another level of strong. Unbreakable like a monster. He didn’t feel human anymore.

You tried for a Mach Speed hit, which you’ve never tried on anyone else; it would kill them on impact. “Mach 3.5” There was a loud BANG!

Going at Mach Speed has its limits of course. You can afford to do Mach 1, 5 times a day. Mach 2, 3 times, and Mach 4 only once.

A huge cone of smoke formed behind you as you launched yourself at Satoru. He was still able to evade you, but you pointed one hand to him, quickly following up on another attack.

“Fubuki.” Your blizzard technique was a combination of Niflheim and Tatsumaki. Cold air whipped around you and you thrust it towards Satoru. A mini tornado has formed around you and it pushed and pulled widely. But you were in the eye of the storm.

Satoru dodged your winds, but couldn’t escape them all, wincing as some small ice shards cut into his skin. He attracted debris and rocks towards you. One caught on your shoulder, making you yell in pain, but the rest you were able to guard against with your winds.

He immediately closed in on you to prevent you from doing another full blast and punched with ‘Red’. You countered with a roundhouse kick supercharged with your blizzard and lightning, neutralising his infinity jujutsu with a bit of mixed gravity control.

A huge gust of whirlwind was emitted from the impact, forcing everyone on campus down to the ground.

“GOJO! TSUCHIMIKADO! STOP THIS!” Utahime was screaming at the top of her lungs, still heard over the roar of thunderclap.

You both looked at each other and knew it had to end soon. Rain was starting to fall.

He threw his back and laughed out loud. “I hadn’t had this much fun in ages. You’ve grown really strong. Stop me if you can.” And flew away from the buildings and into the surrounding forest. You whipped your tornado around you and quickly followed him.

All the other students that had been watching you go at it followed. Utahime did as well. They stood from a distance as both of you exchanged more hits.

You lit another match and let arrows made of flames rain on Satoru, weakening his limitless barrier as much as you could. Only one arrow slightly singed his sleeve. Damn he was good.

Satoru attracted your body with “Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.” You felt like your insides were tearing as you tried to stop his force. But his limitless technique easily overpowered yours. You let go and rushed towards him with both your swords out.

He easily sidestepped and kicked them out of your grasp. The hit was so heavy, even though it hit your swords, you felt the force reverberate throughout your body.

Satoru grabbed your neck from behind, and for the very first time since you were awarded the Special Grade Jujutsushi status, you were forced down onto the ground.

You used your cursed technique to soften the blow as much as possible, but Satoru was relentless as he slammed you head-first down onto the grass.

Everyone winced as you hit the ground hard. "He's not human." Mai said. Everyone agreed, not used to seeing you at the mercy of another party like this. They were reminded of who exactly was the strongest sorcerer alive.

In order to win against Satoru, your goal was to touch him and move past his limitless barrier. Even if it’s just for a moment. You couldn’t use Niflheim or Inferno from afar. He would remain unaffected as he guards and stops the change in movement of molecules around him.

But now his hand was around your neck. Your twin blades suddenly rush to close in around his neck in an x position to gather his attention, while you use your technique to warp the space around his hand to weaken limitless and hold onto him.

You lashed out with your metallic whip, letting your cursed technique run through it. It worked and scratched his cheek a bit.

"Enhanced gravity: Output 30%", the ground cracked underneath the both of you as a massive weight pressed down. And then you shocked both Satoru and yourself with the lightning coursing through you. Screaming at the pain in the process.

He gritted his teeth as volts shocked his bones.

Utahime and the others stared at both of you. "What a huge amount of cursed energy." Todo said in awe. "Non-standard Jujutsu users are insane."

Satoru still had the strength to hit your lower back which caused you to heave out and stop Goldenrod from activating. Both of your clothes were literally toasted. “Haha. You’re a scary one y/n.”

That’s all you remembered before you passed out; you were out of cursed energy.

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Noritoshi rushed over to take you in his arms. Pulling your unconscious body close to his, he gave you a once-over. You had just fainted from exhaustion, there were no serious injuries. Good.

"Noritoshi," Satoru called.

"Yes, Gojo San?"

"Take care of her for me please."

He straightened up, "Of course. There’s no need to ask that from me." He then carried you to the infirmary, holding you gently in his arms.

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

Author's Notes: Me writing this entire scene: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!! (x100)

Y/n was able to fight on par with Satoru, because he chose to limit his cursed energy output and match his skills to her level. A psychokinesis cursed technique would be a natural enemy for limitless since you can condense and expand space between molecules. But you still lack experience in battle. And if we were going to talk about Domains, Satoru would dominate the battle.

#kamo noritoshi x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk imagines #gojo satoru #jjk x y/n #jjk x o/c #jjk fluff #noritoshi angst #kamo noritoshi x you #kamo noritoshi x y/n #kamo noritoshi #jjk x poc!reader #noritoshi x fem!reader #jjk kamo #noritoshi x you #noritoshi headcanons #jjk noritoshi

[i-need-entertainment]

Haikyuu!! Boys and who’s sister they’d unknowingly date

**Keep in mind, it may happen that not all of these characters actually HAVE sisters, but let’s just ~pretend~ for entertainment purposes. I also put in names for the sisters, but feel free to put your name/an OC’s name and descriptions!!**

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou and Numai.

This has taken me...days.. I kid you not. THESE ARE REALLY LONG oOps

**I HAVE ADDED Numai Kazuma BECAUSE HE IS AN INCREDIBLY ATTRACTIVE MAN AND NEEDS MUCH MORE ATTENTION**

Akaashi Keiji: 

It was during the Tokyo training camp.

Akaashi was with Bokuto, Kuroo, Tsukishima, Hinata and Lev in the 3rd gym in the middle of another 3 on 3 match.

Despite his initial concerns they weren’t doing too bad. It helps that the other team was comprised of 3 middle blockers where no one adequately knew how to set, and their newbie (Hinata) was just a *little* bit better than Lev.

“TETSURO YOU JERK!!!” They all turned towards the door where a girl wearing a black t-shirt with red athletic shorts came running in, straight towards the middle blocker. Kuroo, who had a smirk across his face began to retreat. 

“Welp, looks like it’s time for me to go. See you guys later!”

“Oh no you don’t. Where did you put my phone?! It’s been missing for over 2 hours. 2 HOURS!”

Akaashi looked at the girl, noticing she was really pretty. She had beautiful brown eyes, and her black hair was styled into two French braids, which were bouncing as she desperately tried to attack the middle blocker.

“Try checking the club room, I saw him and Bokuto go in there earlier and come out snickering like idiots,” He heard an offended gasp from Kuroo and a ‘Hey!’ from Bokuto. “Thank you, at least someone here has some decency.” Akaashi nodded.

He didn’t really know what it was but he felt intrigued by the girl and he wanted to know more about her.

“I’ll come with you, I have an idea of where they might have put it.” The girl smiled and nodded her head. As they were making their way out of the gym he heard Kuroo say ‘simp’ while Bokuto asked ‘who is’, he stopped listening after that. He spends too much time with them as it is, it’s best to preserve the brain cells he can.

“I’m Azumi by the way, thank you for helping me, you didn’t have to do that.” Akaashi smiled, “I’m Akaashi, it’s not a big deal really You’re actually doing me a favor by getting me out of there.”

The girl, Azumi laughed. ‘She has a pretty laugh..’ Akaashi’s eyes slightly widened at his thoughts. He just met the girl! What’s wrong with him.

Pushing the thought aside he continue to chat and talk with the girl, learning she was also a second year and Nekoma’s manager.

They got to the club room and started looking for the device.

“Why did they take your phone?” Azumi sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “My best guess is for their own entertainment, Tetsuro is always doing things like that.” Akaashi nodded and tried his best not to appear as disappointed as he felt.

Of course she’s dating Kuroo, he’s smart, good looking popular. Figures...

“Sometimes I wonder why out of all the people on the planet I had to get him as a brother, y’know?” Akaashi’s head shot up at her words.

‘Brother?!!?’ He almost laughed at himself. Looking at the situation now it was obvious the two were siblings. He smiled, he still had a chance.

“Yeah I know the feeling. Sometimes I think, out of all the spikers why did I have to get Bokuto.” Azumi laughed again, “I don’t think Fukurodani would still be standing if you weren’t there to reign him in. Not to mention you’re a really good setter and vice-captain.” He felt the tips of his ears turn red as he tried not to stumble over his words.

The rest of the training camp went smoothly, the two became pretty solid friends and exchanged numbers making plans to meet soon.

He went home with a smile on his face and a warm feeling in his heart.

And then he realized, he had a crush...

A crush on Kuroo’s little sister...

oops.

Washio Tatsuki: 

Washio had just gotten out of practice, a really good practice actually.

Everything went pretty smoothly, Bokuto had no tantrums, he nailed a really good spike and it was just a good day all around.

Because of this wonderful day, he figured he’d go to a café he had been wanting to try.

It was a small little coffee shop that had opened about a year ago but he hadn’t had the chance to go yet.

He walked in and was seated by the hostess at a small table by the window.

“Hi there! My name’s Yui and i’ll be your waitress today! Can I get you something to drink?” Washio looked up to see a girl, somewhere around 5′7, with white/silver hair that was tied up in a ponytail. She had the biggest smile he had ever seen, heck she was probably the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

He ordered his drink (focusing hard so he wouldn’t mess up in front of the pretty girl) and she gave him another bright smile.

“Coming right up!” She walked away going behind the counter to get the drink. Apparently the girls enthusiasm was contagious, because Washio swore he was feeling better than when he and walked in here. And he was feeling pretty good.

She also looked really familiar..but he couldn’t place just where she seemed familiar from.

Removing himself from his thoughts he turned his attention back to the girl, who was back with his drink.

I really hope this doesn’t sound weird or creepy, but do you go to Fukurodani?” Washio seemed a bit surprised by this, but he chalked it up tot he fact he was wearing his school uniform.

He nodded, “I do, do you go there too?” The girl excitedly nodded her yet. “Yup! I’d know that uniform anywhere! Oh! You’re on the volleyball team! Washio, right?” He nodded again. “Sorry if I seem random, my brother’s on the team too so i’ve seen a few games. You’re really good!”

Washio could feel his cheeks burning. No one had ever complimented him like this, well aside from his coach/teammates and family.

“T-thanks...it means a lot...” The girl smiled, a bit more sheepish this time.

“Of course...you’re actually my favorite to see play. My brother’s a spiker so I’m used to his antics but it’s nice to see talented blockers too. Plus, blockers are much cooler in my opinion. OH! I’m still at work, um, here...” The girl reached into her apron and gave him a little note.

“I hope we get to talk again soon, bye Washio!” Before he could even say goodbye the girl had pranced back to the kitchen.

Looking down at the note she gave him he could feel the blush on his cheeks but he didn’t care.

Because written on the note was the girls number, ‘xxx-xxx-xxxx, <3 call me~’ he smiled, he for sure was gonna call her later.

Before he could put the note away however he noticed the writing at the bottom.

...Now he knew why she looked so familiar.

Because signed at the bottom was, in adorably messy handwriting, ‘Yui Bokuto’.

Oh boy.

Konoha Akinori: 

Konoha had been chilling at home when his younger sister, who was a first year at Fukurodani had come home, announcing she had brought a friend home.

Standing up from his place on the couch he stopped in his tracks. In front of him was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

She had medium length dark brown hair and beautiful gray eyes, she was taller than most females, around 5′6 would be his guess, but she was still a few inches shorter than him.

Looking at her, she looked...familiar? He didn’t really know where she seemed familiar from, school maybe?

He shrugged it off, deciding it wasn’t something worth driving him crazy.

She introduced herself (his sister introduced her really, the girl was pretty shy) as Momo, he didn’t catch the last name though.

Anywho as the afternoon went on the girls remained down in the living room doing homework, which they needed help with. Luckily Konoha was a few years ahead and had already gone through that, so he helped them with their homework.

Seeing as it was the middle of the year and mid terms were coming up, the girls would ask him for help a lot.

Now, he may not have the best track record of helping others (...i.e Bokuto with spiking *cOuGh couGh). But this was his little sister! And it definitely wasn’t because he had a *little* crush on Momo...definitely not...Okay maybe.

But it’s not like she didn’t have just as bi of a crush on him so..

Anyways, one day Konoha’s little sister, Azumi had to leave early for a doctor’s appointment but Momo still needed help.

Knowing her brother was a ~gentlemen~ and Momo didn’t have a problem with it she left the two alone.

They were both...nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be! They were both unknowingly left alone with their crush.

Konoha decided he’d just start a conversation, and with that conversation the two found out they actually had a lot in common!

Konoha found out she had an older brother, who also went to Fukurodani! She didn’t mention a name though..Oh well.

The two spent the afternoon chatting and getting to know each other! And he may or may not have gotten her number...For studying purposes of course!

At about 4:47 there was a knock at the door. “Oh, that’s probably my older brother!” Konoha nodded, but walked over to check.

He opened the door...”wASHIO!?!  What are you doing here?” The middle blocker looked just as shocked. “I’m here to pick up my little sister...” Konoha just about felt the color drain out of his face.

. . .He had a crush on Washio Tatsuki’s little sister. . . 

Oh he was dead. 

Kita Shinsuke: 

It was during lunch one day when a 2nd year had approached him, Reina Omimi.

She was very pretty with long silky black hair, slanted gray eyes standing out to him but what caught his eye the most was the cute smile on her face.

She asked him to tutor her, since she was having trouble in English, he agreed asking her to come to class 3-7 after school since he didn’t have volleyball practice.

So, the two started meeting each other after school on the days he didn’t have volleyball practice and she was free from her club activities.

He truly thought it was a coincidence.

I mean, sure there were similarities beyond their names but couldn’t have been that rare right? Besides it’s not like everyone with the same last name was related.

Anyways, soon enough the two had gotten so close, they started dating!

They had yet to meet each others families, not on purpose of course! It just didn’t seem like the biggest priority on top of everything else going on.

One day before practice the boys were in the locker room changing from their school uniforms into their practice clothes.

All was fine until *Atsumu* just had to bring something up..

“Say, Kita, I saw you with a girl the other day, who was it?” 

Kita, being unbothered by the question answered, “My girlfriend” the whole locker room went quiet before erupting in a chorus of ‘wHaT?!’, ‘who is it’ and other unintelligible things.

“Her names Reina, she’s in class 2-6 so I doubt any of you second years know her.” That instantly shut up the rambunctious (minus Suna) second years (Suna and Osamu are 2-1, Ginjima and Atsumu are class 2-3...).

...But it did intrigue a certain 3rd year.

“Shinsuke...what’s her last name?” The captain in question turned to the third year middle blocker.

“It’s Omimi, wh-...oh.” Realization hit him like a truck.

The name, the hair, the eyes, the brains...how didn’t he see it?!?!

After Omimi assured Kita he was fine with him dating her, the team got on with practice. 

But let’s just say it was a fun conversation to be had between Kita and both Omimi’s...

Suna Rintaro: 

To be fair, NO ONE knows how this happened!

SUNA doesn’t even know how this happened!

Anyways, Suna had been going for a walk (his parents had kicked him out of the house for the day for being lazy) when he bumped into her, Megumi Kita.

He recognized the name when she introduced herself, but he didn’t put two and two together.

Kita had brought her to practice about a week or so ago and had introduced her but Suna had been asleep in the club room so..

Anyways, megumi had been on her way home from the store when she and Suna collided.

Seeing as it was his fault and he wasn’t allowed back in the house yet anyways he offered to help her bring the groceries to her house.

When they got there they were immediately greeted by Yumie Kita (Kita’s grandmother), who insisted Suna stay until he could go back home. (*and her granddaughter was single and he is a very handsome young man)

Not being able to turn down the sweet elderly woman he gratefully agreed. The afternoon went on smoothly.

A few hours after his exile his mom texted him telling him he could go back home.

Wanting the two to spend more time together Yumie insisted Megumi go back with Suna, and to meet her older brother on the way back since he was nearby.

The walk was filled with playful banter and getting to know each other.

So when they got to Suna’s house he obviously asked if she’d see him again and she happily agreed.

It wasn’t until he tried to sleep that night he remembered why that name had sounded so familiar.

Fast forward two months, Megumi and Suna were happily dating, er happily dating in secret. Why? Because the two knew Kita would not be happy to know someone (from his team nonetheless) was dating his little sister.

It was during practice one day that the fateful encounter had occurred...Suna had mysteriously disappeared, and Kita’s little sister who had come to watch had disappeared as well...The team went on a scavenger hunt for the sleepy middle blocker, figuring the sister’s absence was just a coincidence.

Until they found them snuggled up and asleep in the stairwell...

Suna did a few extra drills that practice...

And for 5 practices after that.

Ushijima Wakatoshi: 

Okay...to be completely fair...he knew she was Oikawa’s little sister.

He met her at the beginning of his second year when she became the first year manager at Shiratorizawa.

Due to her sweet and kind personality, which he found greatly contrasted Oikawa’s he took a strong liking to the girl one she returned.

At first the two were just friends but as they spent more time together they developed feelings for each other.

Despite not going to the same school, and Natsuki staying in the dorms the Oikawa siblings remained close.

So Oikawa knew she went to Shiratorizawa...and that she was their manager...he just didn’t think she even TALKED to Ushijima.

Let alone that she was DATING him!

N E wAys Ushijima and Natsuki were out on a date, it was a Saturday and the two were out and about in town.

The two had just exited the café they were in when they heard a loud gasp.

Turning around the two were met with....basically all of Aoba Johsai.

And a broad range of reactions.

Oikawa looked DiSgUsTeD, iwaizumi looked conflicted, Yahaba showed a *hint* of surprise, Kindaichi looked scared and Hanamaki, Matsukawa and Kunimi were all laughing at their captain.

“wha-why-how-hUH!?!?! HOW DID THIS HAP-” He was promptly cut off by a firm slap to the back of his head. “Get over yourself loserkawa! You should’ve known you couldn’t control her forever!” 

Whining from the blow to the back of his head Oikawa turned to face the love birds, staring down Ushijima and proceeding to look his little sister in the eye.

After much mental deliberation (and another hit from Iwaizumi) he sighed and turned around, waving a dramatic hand in the air.

As he walked away he shouted, “Oh~ But don’t think you’re getting off easy now Ushiwaka,” He momentarily stopped to turn his head and give the two a *look. “We will be discussing this later.”

Yahaba Shigeru: 

 After a game ended he was headed towards the locker room when someone stopped him.

She introduced herself as Emi and said she wanted to say he played really well.

Yahaba, thinking she was really sweet and cute asked for her number which she gladly gave to him.

As he walked to the locker room, he couldn’t stop thinking about her beautiful long black hair that was perfectly curly. 

She really was quite pretty, one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen.

Fast forward a week, he had asked the girl on a date and she’d said yes!

So now, he was headed to an address she had given him to pick her up.

She was running a bit late so she told him to knock on the door and her older brother would let him in.

Making sure he looked his best he got out of his car and knocked on the front door.

He almost choked when none other than his teammate, Matsukawa opened the front door confused as to why Yahaba was there.

To stunned to answer coherently, Mattsun’s little sister skipped past her brother and gave Yahaba a hug, explaining to her brother this was the guy she had been talking about.

...Yahaba knew he was in for it later when he saw the look Matsukawa was giving him...it was the same look he had perfected as a middle blocker.

Y’know, the one he used to intimidate his opponents.

Nervously gulping Yahaba promised to have her home at a reasonable time and nervously left with his date.

The next practice was a dreaded date for the poor man.

Iwaizumi Hajime: 

Iwaizumi had been racing the halls of Aoba Johsai (he was late to practice...) when he had accidentally bumped into someone, sub sequentially knocking them to the ground.

Looking down he saw that he had bumped into a girl he had seen around, Kanna something or the other.

Apologizing he was quick to offer her a hand up, which she gratefully accepted.

He helped her gather her things and discovered she was on her way to deliver some papers to the guidance office.

Seeing as he was responsible for them being knocked to the floor he offered to help her take them there.

On their way to the office Iwaizumi made some small talk and got to know somethings about the girl.

He knew the name ‘Kyotani’ but he didn’t think anything of it especially since she was so nice and sweet!

So he figured it was a coincidence the two had the same name.

After that day the two would meet for study sessions, lunch, etc. Until they eventually started to go on dates.

So when he asked her to be his girlfriend, she had agreed.

On this specific day the two had plans to hang out after school, but because of a quick team meeting after practice Iwaizumi would be late to pick Kanna up after her club.

She assured him it was fine and that she’d just meet Iwaizumi at the gym.

“The HECK are you doin’ here?” Iwaizumi turned from where he was chatting with Hanamaki to see his girlfriend had just walked into the gym.

“Shut up Kentaro! Oh, Hajime! Sorry if I’m a bit early, club ended sooner than I had expected.”

Iwaizumi walked over and gave his girlfriend a short kiss on the lips, which wasn’t that weird since they’ve been dating for a few months now and had kissed several times.

“Are you serious? Right in front of my salad?” The whole gym (minus one player) cracked up at Makki’s joke, Iwaizumi rolling his eyes.

“Chill out everyone, this is my girlfriend, Kanna-” “GiRLfRiEnD!?!”

The team now directed their eyes towards Kyotani, who was a mix between fuming and shocked.

“Oh shut it Kentaro! You knew I had a boyfriend.” Kanna rolled her eyes at her overprotective younger brother. He sputtered a bit before he could formulate a response, “yEah, but I didn’t know it was him!”.

Before young Mad-dog exploded Yahaba came over and dragged him by the collar back to the court to ‘practice his spikes’ or whatever.

Futakuchi Kenji: 

He swears it was an accident! 

How was he supposed to know she was Aone’s little sister?!

Futakuchi had gone over one afternoon to work on some homework with Aone.

When Futakuchi knocked on the door, a beautiful kind looking girl opened it, asking him why he was here.

Introducing himself as a friend of Aone’s, the girl let him in, figuring he was  friend of her brothers.

You see, before Futakuchi had come over that afternoon, Aone had warned him his younger sister had some friends over.

So naturally he assumed the girl who answered the door was one of those friends since the girl (whose name he learned was Niko) and Aone looked absolutely nothing alike!

She was also quite bubbly and extroverted, easily keeping conversation with the girl.

Being the absolute charmer he is he begun lightly flirting with the girl.

And IN HIS DEFENSE!! She flirted back.

IT WAS ALSO AT THIS TIME THAT AONE HAD COME DOWNSTAIRS.

A look of concern came over his face as he saw Futakuchi flirting with his little sister. 

Quickly walking over to the two, he pushed Futakuchi away (by his face of course) before turning to his younger sister who was frantically asking why he’d do such a thing.

“You know that guy on the team I always talk about.” Niko looked at him confused, “You mean the scummy one with a terrible personality?” Aone nodded and pointed at Futakuchi, “He’s that guy.” 

Futakuchi just yelled out a “HEY!”, knowing his friend wasn’t exactly wrong.

Niko just laughed, “He’s not that bad! He seems nice to me! Plus you never mentioned he was so handsome.”

Making a face of disgust Aone just shook his head muttering ‘It’s your funeral’ before heading back to his room.

The two hit it off, and despite his initial protests Aone is very happy for both of them.

Daishou Suguru: 

It was after Mika dumped him, he had been incredibly distraught and had gone to a local park to let his feelings out.

Unfortunately, it had started raining and Daishou hadn’t exactly been in the right state of mind so he had forgotten to bring an umbrella.

Just as it had started to sprinkle he had gotten shielded from the rain,

Looking up he saw a really pretty girl with black hair and warm gray eyes looking at him with concern.

Convincing him it was dangerous to be out in this weather, the two made their way to the safety of a nearby café.

The two talked for hours and as it turns out the girl, Yuna as he had learned her name was, had been going through a similar situation.

Exchanging numbers the two continued to see each other and eventually started dating.

They had yet to meet each other’s families due to both of them being busy, so they decided to wait until after the Spring High Preliminary’s since Daishou would be free after them. (Due to scheduling conflicts Yuna was not able to go to the Match, but consoled her boyfriend after they lost)

Knocking on the door Yuna let him in and the two hung out in the living room until everyone had gotten there.

Once dinner had been cooked the family sat down at the table, all except one who Yuna had said was still at practice.

About 1/4 of the way through dinner they heard the front door open, in walking Yuna’s little brother.

“Oh! I should have asked earlier but you two know each other don’t you Yuuki?” 

Daishou mentally screamed realizing his girlfriend’s younger brother just so happened to be the rookie libero he had targeted during the preliminary’s.

Stilling in his tracks Shibayama nervously shook his head, saying he had only gone up against him at the preliminary’s and that they hadn’t really met.

Seeing as Shibayama is a stand up guy, he didn’t say anything to his family. So all was actually going well until Mr. Shibayama said Daishou had looked familiar....

Yuna had not gone to the Match...but Mr. Shibayama and Mrs. Shibayama had...and they had now recognized Daishou.

Oh boy.

Numai Kazuma:

It was when Numai had dislocated his thumb.

After the match he had gone to the nurses office, where a very pretty girl helped him.

She introduced herself as Kaia, she was helping out with first aid since she was enrolled in a medical program at Nohebi.

When Numai heard ‘Nohebi’ he talked about how he was the Ace for the Boys Volleyball team.

Kaia then asked him questions and before the two knew it they were engaged in a conversation while she helped him with his injury.

The two bonded over volleyball, since Numai learned her little brother played, and he played as a wing spiker!

During the duration of his stay, he built up the courage to ask her for her number, which she of course agreed to.

Seeing as she had done as much as she could do for a dislocated thumb, she released him, opting to walk him back to his team (definitely nOt just to spend more time with him h a h a).

When they got to the club room, where the team had just finished discussing the game.

Numai opened the door a smidge before he paused, not noticing the team eagerly waiting behind the closed door.

Turning back to Kaia he took  deep breath before nervously asking the girl out sometime, which she also happily agreed to.

Little did he realize the girls reply had interested someone behind the semi-closed door, he hadn’t really cared what was going on until he recognized that voice.

When the team decided their ace had had enough fun, the quickly opened the door and pulled him inside, the whole team piling on top of him.

All except one...

“Kaia...what are you doing here..?” everyone turned to look at a now awake Kuguri, who had been napping after taking over for the poor ace.

Kaia then entered the room and gave her little brother a hug, congratulating him for stepping up.

Noticing the team’s weird stares, the eldest of the two siblings turned around before properly introducing herself.

“I’m Kaia Kuguri, Naoyasu’s older sister.”

The underclassmen went silent, since they didn’t want to seem disrespectful towards their ace, while the third years all started howling with laughter, Sakishima and Daishou being the worst offenders.

Kaia just shook her head before leaving her dumbstruck brother and a red and stuttering Numai behind to deal with his cackling teammates.

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Fuckin’ Legit

Pairings: Reader x Bucky Barnes Summary: Follow up to Fuckin’ Teamwork, based off this ask. A/N: More silly shenanigans. Dumbass reader :) 2.1k words

Bag of Tricks Masterlist

Bucky watches from a distance as you hurl through the air and land right heel-first on the training dummy, knocking its head off and making it bounce off the floor with enough force to lodge itself into the ceiling. The room of SHIELD recruits clap and cheer, and when the dummy’s head flops back down you kick it like a hacky-sack at Maria Hill.

“Great demonstration,” Hill catches the head and tucks it under her arm. “Are you interested in teaching a course in hand-to-hand combat with a focus on aerial recovery? Legitimately?”

“Only if you promise not to fall in love with me.” You send a wink at her and then, as soon as you see Bucky’s bewildered face through the other side of the glass, you leap after him. He’s convinced you’re dumber than a bag of rocks, but you’re not deterred by it—especially not after Maria Hill’s validation. Puffing your chest, you skip forward, “Hey, Buck! I’m legit!”

Immediately, you trip and face plant into the nearest surface. The room collectively hisses in discomfort.

“I take that back.” Maria hurriedly ushers the recruits out before they can witness anything else.

Bucky slips through the door and roughly yanks you up by your elbow, wincing when your nose reveals a line of blood dripping into your mouth. “Legit, my ass. Come on. Stark called for us.”

-

The air in the conference room is stagnant and overwrought with a million unsaid—unscreamed—expressions. Tony pivots on his lifted heels, finger jabbing toward the big screen where a dark and grainy image is projected.

“Care to explain this? Friday pulled it from a broadcast coming from the cell.” He narrows his eyes at you as you slump down into the swivel chair until only the top of your head shows. “How about you?” Tony gestures to Bucky.

Tony has a laser pointer in his other hand, and he shines the red spotlight on the picture where Bucky’s knees are bent and planted to the ground. The dot trails over his thigh and then over the smaller frame beneath him.

You’re there, arched upward into his torso, legs hooked around his tapered waist, heels digging into his spine. Four of his thick flesh fingers are shoved inside your mouth, pulling your cheek open, and the dim light catches a sliver of your wet tongue. His other forearm is pushed onto your sternum, holding you down.

It looks bad.

It looks like Bucky is dry humping the daylights out of you in an abandoned Hydra facility.

Sam erupts into a screeching laugh when he finally pieces it together, pitching forward until he’s flattened against the wood table. “Ho-Homygod--- This is the best day of my life. Is this the cyanide incident?”

Bucky is red from head to toe.

Natasha rolls her eyes and slides away from the table. “Tony, she ate two cyanide capsules. Barnes was wrestling them out of her mouth.”

Tony stiffens for a moment as he ponders the truth behind her statement. Then, he quirks his head like an owl, flares his nostrils, and stoops beneath the table to find you resembling a boneless pile of flesh.

“Everyone is dismissed.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. “I wish I could fire you.”

A quiet whimper escapes your lips, the most pathetic noise to ever come from a human being. “But…” You whine pathetically, “I’m legit.”

-

A few nights later, you find yourself sneaking through yet another dusty old hideout. Surprise, surprise, Hydra is bad with maintenance and loves asbestos.

Steve made you an outline of all your tasks on his mission, written in all caps, folded neatly, and shoved it into your back pocket before departure. You skimmed over it on the plane before crumbling it up. The first bullet point had glared: NO CANDY.

Tightass.

You easily clear the wing and dispatch your status to Sam who is waiting patiently in the jet, fingers on the console. Bucky is patrolling the perimeter and you are taking the east side while Redwing zooms through the west.

There have been trip wires (newbie shit) and also surprisingly advanced attempts at entrapment so far (motion sensors, temperature regulated alarms). They’ve all been expertly pulled apart and rewired and you are taking a short break fucking around in the hallway, peering at dusty paintings of – some old dead bald guys. You take a picture of one and send it to Tony, labelled it’s like looking into the future.

Chortling, you continue down the corridor aimlessly until you hear a creak.

The knife in your hand is blade-first and coming down hard on the body sneaking up until— “Oh Barnes!” You cry happily, tucking it back into the strap on your wrist. “Good. You’re here! There’s only one more room—I’ve been crushing it.”

Literally two seconds after you say that, you turn the corner and run face-first into the door. Bucky pauses as if he doesn’t quite register what just happened before slowly reaching forward and gently applying pressure to the handle.

It’s written all over his face: you’re an idiot. You are seriously lacking some brain cells.

He leads the way carefully, swatting cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and taking stock of each corner, rifle pointed forward and alert. Behind him, your boots thump noisily against the floor and a chair is tipped over when your arm crashes into it.

Bucky spins on his heels and catches the chair before it can fall on top of what looks like a very obviously placed … box.

It’s a box.

A giant red box is on the floor, outlined with a square of white tape. Two abnormally unsoiled items in a room made almost entirely out of forty-year old dandruff. Your hands are already on both sides of it before Bucky can knock you out of the way.

“Don’t!” He screams because fucking anything could be under there!

A wild animal! A toxic chemical! A bomb! Snakes, for fuck’s sake! His eyes widen at the fading shadow cast on the floor as you lift the top away. Then, his heart stops beating.

It’s a slice of cake. And a cup of tea. A single slice of vanilla sheet cake neatly decorated with a blush-pink rose and two perfectly piped green leaves. The faint smell of jasmine wafts into the air.

Bucky barrels into you before you get the chance to lick your lips.

“Wilson!” He calls into the comm as you push his face away with an offended yelp, “They’re in the east side—set a trap for us! Get over here and bring your stupid bird too! I swear to God—NO! DO NOT!”

 -

In the hovering Quinjet, Sam Wilson leaps to his feet and swoops out of the cabin, wings folded as he dives. “Come again?!” He taps on the comm wedged inside his left ear, “Barnes!?”

“-- fuck-- gonna—fucking--- stop BITING ME!”

A furious row of explosions blare in Sam’s ear as he banks a sharp left and lands on two feet, tearing his way inside the facility, checking on his wrist all the while. Redwing’s camera is glitching, but he can make out flashes of gunfire and what looks like at least five bodies, not including his two teammates. Bursts of white erupt on the screen and Sam’s heart picks up a tremendous pace before he kicks the door down, pistols out and aimed.

A silence smothers the room before grunting and screaming erupts again over Sam’s shout of, “What is going on in here?!”

-

“And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the exact moment I came upon my fellow Avengers,” Sam pauses, waving his hand with a bow at the image projected on the conference room screen.

Friday pulled another image from the broadcast before Sam shot out all the cameras in the facility.

It seems that the previous video of you eating cyanide had been intercepted through a bounced signal from the original recording’s output and those on the other end decided you were enough of a proper imbecile to be tricked by something as simple as a slice of cake.

They weren’t wrong.

Tony’s laser is in Sam’s hand and he points the dot in flashes five times, “Dead dudes. Check.” The dot moves on, landing on two splayed out legs before it runs up the side of Bucky’s body pressed to the concrete. “Barnes. Check.” Bucky shuts his eyes and slams his head into the table. “And… here we have this.”

Sam points to you, bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you lurch forward, one hand outstretched and smeared with frosting while the other holds your torso barely an inch from the ground, paying no mind to the two elbows digging into your stomach. Sam points again to where your crotch is pushed right into Bucky’s face.

“Jesus Christ.” Steve mutters, flushing red, “I wrote you directions for a reason…”  

“Excuse me,” You huff, “Cake is not candy.”

“Really?!” Bucky snaps, “That’s the hill you’re going to die on!? You ran into the door! You knocked over a chair! You looked at the one thing that did not belong in the room and you picked it up even after I told you not to!”

Steve jumps back into the grilling, “And if you would have read the rest of the list—NO FOOD AT ALL was number two!”

“Oh yeah!?” You’re near hysterical now, shrieking at the top of your lungs. Stupid men ganging up on you. “What was number three? No fun!? I’m Captain America and I’m such a tightass--”

Bucky cuts you off, throwing his hands up into the air, “Number three was get the blueprints!”

“Oh.”

The room falls silent as you tuck your hand into the pocket of your pants. “Why didn’t you just say so? I nabbed ‘em as soon as I got in there. Marked off the locations of all the cameras and security alarms—not like that matters since Wilson shot them and I disarmed the rest in the east wing. Also, there were corridors and secret entryways not in the file. It’s on here now.”

Carelessly, you chuck the flash drive from your pocket at Steve and it smacks him in the chest. Sam crosses his arms and cocks his head at you, “Shit. Didn’t know you were all that.”

You frolic to the door, “See ya later!”

Three men watch on in shocked silence as you prance down the hallway, banking a sharp right towards your room. Steve stares from Sam to Bucky and then to the flash drive in his hand.

Sam clucks, “You know what… All things considered… the girl is legit.”

-

He calls your name, bangs on the door with a hard fist and when it cracks open, you peek your head out with tired eyes. “Sup, buttercup?”

“Why are you like this? The cyanide? The cake? You had the flash drive the whole time!”

You shrug off what sounds like an accusation, “I dunno. I’m good at my job.” Bucky crosses his arms. “Barnes!” You scold with a growing grin, “I’m legit! I just… you know. Why put all the pressure on myself when you’re around?”

You snort a little, scratch your tummy underneath an oversized shirt absently, and shrug your shoulders repeatedly like you’re dancing. Bucky narrows his eyes. “Are you telling me you’re an idiot because of me?”

“Yeah, Buck. I know you’ll take care of me.”

He freezes. Feels a sudden swell of heat rush from his chest to the top of his head. Bucky opens his mouth to retort, but nothing comes out. He closes it. You give him a sleepy grin, leaning on the door and swinging it wide, faltering against the knob with a yelp.

Swiftly, and true to his character, Bucky catches you with one arm.

Hanging from his hold, body twisted around, you look up into his blue eyes. They’re strangely tender, dancing over your face with an inquisitive glimmer.

The moment shatters when Bucky’s gaze stops at your neckline. “Is that—" he frowns, “Is your shirt on backwards?”

You nod. “Uh huh. Inside out too.”

His eyes slip shut. With a sigh, he drops you flat on your back and turns around. “You’re an idiot. I hate you.”

Down the hallway as he stomps off, cursing the moment the thought you were cute or something… he hears your voice calling.

“I’m an idiot— but I’m legit, right? And I’m your idiot, right? Bucky? Bucky!”

Bucky holds back a grin. Flicks you off behind his back. Legit or not, he would never give you the satisfaction of knowing.

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