#[ me: how do i keep this from just being 'red grabs her and runs'-- ah okay ]

[jupiterpilgrim]

Teach 'Em a Lesson: The Bold Guide to Putting Bullies in Their Place

Gaeul x Male Reader

word count: 7.2K

You're chilling at Gaeul's place with the crew, sprawled on her comfy couch playing Pokemon on your phone. Your friends are getting restless, talking about grabbing some pizza from that fancy joint across town.

"Yo guys, let's roll! I'm fucking starving," one of your friends says, jangling the car keys.

Everyone starts walking towards the door, but there's only room for five, and there are six of you. Well, you are very focused on your game, so without much suffering you accept the mission to be exiled from the pizza run.

But...

Gaeul waves goodbye to them, saying she'll stay behind as well.

"Someone's gotta babysit the nerd," she snickers, jerking her thumb at you.

You barely look up from your game, used to her constant teasing. At 5'5; Gaeul's a tiny thing but she makes up for it with attitude. Her boyish style - baggy jeans, oversized hoodie hiding her small tits - doesn't stop her from being hot as fuck.

Not that you'd ever admit that to her face.

The door slams shut and suddenly it's just you two. The silence feels different now. Gaeul flops down next to you, peering at your screen.

"Seriously? Pokemon? No wonder you can't get any pussy,” she taunts, poking your arm.

"Fuck off, I date plenty," you mutter, trying to focus on your battle.

She lets out a bark of laughter. "Yeah right! Name one girl you've fucked."

"None of your fucking business." Your ears burn but you keep your eyes on the screen.

"Ha! Virgin alert!" She's grinning now, enjoying getting under your skin. "Bet you've never even kissed anyone. Too busy jerking it to anime titties."

Your jaw clenches. "I said: fuck off…"

"I don't know how we have friends in common."

"Shut up, Gaeul..."

"Make me, virgin boy!" She snatches your phone, holding it just out of reach. "What're you gonna do about it?"

Something snaps inside you. In one fluid motion, you grab her wrist and pin her against the couch. She squeaks in surprise, eyes going wide. your phone falls onto the couch seat next to you.

"The fuck did you just call me? Say it again!" you growl, pressing her down. Your body covers hers completely.

"I-I... virgin boy?" Her voice wavers but there's a glint in her eye that wasn't there before.

You grip both her wrists now, holding them above her head. "Ha! Wrong answer."

Her breath hitches. You can feel her pulse racing under your fingers. That's when you notice it - the way she's squirming isn't to get away. Her thighs press together, hips shifting restlessly.

"Holy shit," you breathe. "You like this, don't you? The tough girl act is just that - an act."

"N-no!" But her face flushes red and her nipples are hard points visible through her hoodie.

You lean down, lips brushing her ear. "Lying bitch! I can feel how wet you are through your jeans." She whimpers, and that sound goes straight to your cock. "Wanna see how much of a virgin I am?" You grind against her, letting her feel how hard you are.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Just proving that even an annoying brat like you can turn me on too."

"Fuck you, n-nerd…" she whispers, but there's no bite in it. Her pupils are dilated, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"I'm not fucking kidding. Bedroom. Now." You release her wrists but maintain eye contact, daring her to disobey.

For a moment she hesitates, then scrambles up and leads the way to her room.

The second you're through her door, you grab her hoodie and yank it over her head. No bra underneath - her small tits are perfect handfuls topped with hard pink nipples.

"Fucking slut, walking around braless," you growl, pinching one nipple roughly. She cries out, legs trembling. "Bet you were hoping for this, weren't you?"

"No, I... ah!" She gasps as you twist harder.

"Still lying?" You spin her around, bending her over the edge of her bed. "Let's see how wet you really are."

You pull her jeans and cotton boyshorts down to her knees. Her pussy is dripping, juice running down her thighs.

"Look at that," you laugh darkly, running two fingers through her folds. "Soaked just from being manhandled a little. What a pathetic little sub you are."

“I-I'm not pathetic…”

She tries to close her legs but you kick them apart, keeping her spread wide. Your fingers circle her clit, making her moan.

"Please..." she whimpers.

"Please what?" You slide one finger inside her tight hole. "Use your words, slut."

"Please... oh… fuck me..." Her voice is barely a whisper.

You add a second finger, pumping them slowly. "What was that? Couldn't hear you."

"Fuck me!" she practically screams. "Please, I need your cock!"

"That's better." You pull your fingers out and wipe them on her ass. "But first..."

Your hand comes down hard on her right cheek. She yelps but pushes back for more.

"Gonna spank this attitude right out of you."

You alternate cheeks, watching them bounce and jiggle. Each hit makes her pussy drip more, a puddle forming on the floor. Her ass turns a beautiful shade of pink.

"Count them," you order.

SMACK!

"One!" she gasps.

SMACK!

"Two!"

By ten, she's sobbing and rutting against nothing. Her ass is bright red and hot to the touch.

"Good girl," you purr, rubbing the beaten flesh. "Now, on your knees!"

Half nervous and half anxious, she hurriedly gets rid of the pieces of clothing still on her knees, almost tripping in the process.

You take off your shoes and unzip your jeans, taking off your pants along with your underwear, letting your rock-hard cock spring free.

The sight before you makes your cock throb with anticipation - Gaeul, the annoying little brat who's been pushing your buttons for months, completely naked and on her knees in her bedroom. Her petite body trembles slightly as she stares at your massive erection, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and unmistakable lust.

You've finally figured out her game. All those times she went out of her way to irritate you, to get under your skin - it wasn't just random bitchiness. No, this pathetic slut has been desperately trying to get your attention the only way she knew how.

"Like what you see?" you growl, slowly stroking your shaft. "This is what you've been after all along, isn't it?"

Gaeul swallows hard, her small breasts rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. Her nipples are rock hard, betraying her arousal despite her attempts to play innocent.

"I... I don't know what you mean..." she stammers, but her eyes remain locked on your cock.

You step closer, close enough that your cockhead brushes against her flushed cheek. She gasps but doesn't pull away.

"Don't play dumb with me, you little tease. All those times you went out of your way to annoy me, to get under my skin... you were just begging to be put in your place, weren't you?"

Your hand shoots out to grab a fistful of her silky black hair, yanking her head back roughly. She yelps in surprise and pain, but you can see her thighs pressing together, trying to relieve the ache between them.

"Look at you, getting wet just from being manhandled again," you taunt, using your free hand to slap your cock against her cheek. "Such a pathetic little slut. Admit it - admit what you really are!"

"Please..." she whimpers, squirming under your grip.

You tighten your hold on her hair, making her gasp. "That's not what I want to hear. Tell me the truth - tell me why you've been such an annoying little bitch."

Tears form in the corners of her eyes, but they're not tears of fear or pain.

No.

These are tears of shameful arousal as she finally faces what she really is.

"Because... I-I'm sorry… because I wanted this," she whispers.

"Wanted what? Be specific, whore."

"I wanted you to get angry! To put me in my place!" The words burst from her like a dam breaking. "I wanted you to see what a desperate slut I am! Please... please use me..."

You smirk, satisfied with her confession. "That's better. Now open that bratty mouth of yours - time to put it to better use than talking back to me."

Gaeul parts her lips eagerly as you press your cockhead against them. Her tongue darts out to taste you, making your shaft twitch. But you're not interested in letting her take her time exploring.

Gripping both sides of her head firmly, you thrust forward, forcing your thick cock past her lips. She gags immediately as you hit the back of her throat, but you don't let up.

"Relax that throat, slut," you command. "You wanted my attention? Well, now you've got all of it."

You start fucking her face properly, each thrust going deeper than the last. Tears stream down her cheeks as she struggles to accommodate your size, but her eyes are glazed with unmistakable lust.

"Look at you, choking on cock like you were born for it," you taunt as you bottom out in her throat. Her nose presses against your pelvis as you hold yourself deep, cutting off her air. "Is this what you imagined when you were being an annoying little tease? Getting your throat used like a cheap fleshlight?"

Gaeul can only make gurgling sounds in response, drool running down her chin and coating your shaft. You hold yourself there until her face starts turning red, then pull back to let her gasp for air.

"Please..." she begs hoarsely between coughs. "I need more... need you to fuck my pussy too..."

"Oh, you'll get that tight cunt stuffed soon enough," you promise. "But first, I'm going to make sure you never forget what happens to bratty little sluts who don't know how to ask nicely for cock."

You slam back into her mouth, setting a brutal pace that has her gagging and retching around your shaft. Her throat spasms beautifully with each deep thrust, but she doesn't try to pull away. Instead, she grabs your thighs, trying to take you even deeper.

"Such a natural cocksucker," you grunt, watching your dick disappear between her stretched lips over and over. "All that attitude, and all you really needed was to be throat-fucked into submission."

After thoroughly using her mouth, you finally pull out. Gaeul gasps for air, her face a mess of tears, drool, and smeared makeup. Without giving her time to recover, you grab her arms and throw her onto the bed.

"Ass up, face down," you order. "Show me that needy pussy you've been hiding under those baggy jeans."

She scrambles to obey, getting into position and arching her back to present herself to you. Her pussy is absolutely drenched, her inner thighs glistening with her arousal. You run your cock through her soaked folds, coating it in her juices.

"Fuck, you really are desperate for it," you observe. "Your cunt's practically drooling. Beg for it, slut! Tell me how badly you need this cock."

"Please fuck me!" she cries out, pushing back against your teasing shaft. "I need it so bad... need you to fill me up and use me like the whore I am! I've been such a bad girl, teasing you all this time... please punish my pussy!"

You line up with her entrance and thrust in hard, making her scream. Her cunt is incredibly tight, gripping your cock like a vice as you force your way deeper. Each inch stretches her walls, making her whole body tremble.

"Fuck, you really are a desperate little slut," you grunt, starting to pound her roughly. "Your pussy's practically sucking me in. Is this what you've been dreaming about while playing your little games?"

Gaeul moans uncontrollably, her whole body shaking as you ravage her tight hole. Each brutal thrust makes her small tits bounce and jiggle. You reach down to pinch and twist her nipples, making her clench even tighter around your cock.

"Yes! Yes! Harder!" she begs shamelessly. "Use my slutty pussy! Make me your fucktoy! I've wanted this for so long!"

You increase your pace, slamming into her cervix with each stroke. The wet sounds of your cock plowing her needy cunt fill the room, along with her desperate moans and whimpers. Her pussy gets wetter and wetter, practically gushing around your shaft.

"You're going to cum on my cock like the whore you are," you tell her. "Then I'm going to take that virgin asshole too. Going to claim every hole you've got."

Her pussy spasms at your words.

"My... my ass? But I've never... No… it's too big..."

"That tight little hole belongs to me now," you growl, reaching around to rub her clit roughly as you continue pounding her pussy. "I'm going to stretch it out and fill it with cum. Mark you as my personal fucktoy."

Gaeul's moans rise in pitch, her body tensing up as your fingers work her sensitive clit. Combined with the relentless pounding of her pussy, it's quickly pushing her toward the edge.

"Cum for me, slut. Show me how much you love being used like this."

She screams as her orgasm hits, her pussy clamping down hard on your cock. You fuck her through it mercilessly, prolonging her pleasure until she's sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.

Without pulling out, you gather some of her abundant wetness and press a finger against her virgin asshole. She whimpers as you slowly work it inside, her tight ring of muscle resisting the intrusion.

"Please be gentle..." she begs. "I've never had anything in there..."

"You'll take what I give you," you growl, adding a second finger to stretch her tight hole. "This ass is mine now, just like the rest of you."

You finger-fuck her thoroughly, making sure she's ready for your cock. Her whimpers of discomfort gradually turn to moans of pleasure as her body adjusts to the new sensation. You can feel her pushing back against your fingers, hungry for more.

Finally, you pull out of her pussy and press your cockhead against her stretched asshole. "Deep breath, slut. Here comes your first assfucking."

You push forward slowly but steadily, watching your cock disappear into her virgin hole. Gaeul cries out, clutching the sheets as you stretch her wider than your fingers did. Her whole body trembles as you claim her last untouched hole.

"That's it, take it all," you encourage as you sink deeper. "Such a good little anal slut... taking cock in your virgin ass like you were made for it."

When you're fully buried in her ass, you pause to let her adjust. Her whole body is shaking, caught between pain and pleasure as her tight hole stretches around your thick shaft.

"Move..." she finally whispers, her voice thick with need. "Please... fuck my ass... make me completely yours..."

You start with slow, shallow thrusts, gradually building up speed and depth. Her tight hole grips your cock beautifully, sending waves of pleasure through you. Each stroke becomes easier as her body accepts the invasion.

"Look at you, taking cock in your virgin ass like a natural," you taunt, watching your shaft disappear into her stretched hole over and over. "You really are just a complete whore, aren't you? Born to take cock in all your holes."

"Yes, sir!" she moans, pushing back to meet your thrusts. "I'm your whore! Your anal slut! Please fuck me harder! Use my ass!"

You grant her wish, picking up the pace until you're properly fucking her ass. The sight of your cock plunging in and out of her stretched hole is incredible. You reach around to play with her dripping pussy, finding her clit swollen and sensitive.

"You're actually getting off on having your ass fucked," you marvel, feeling how wet she still is. "Such a perfect little fucktoy... getting your virgin ass stretched and loving every second of it!"

Gaeul can only moan in response, her body rocking with each thrust. You can feel her getting close to another orgasm, her holes clenching rhythmically around your cock and fingers.

"Cum for me again," you order, rubbing her clit faster. "Cum while I fuck this tight ass. Show me what a complete slut you've become."

Your fingers work her sensitive nub as you pound her ass, and soon she's screaming through another intense orgasm. The way her asshole spasms around your cock pushes you closer to your own climax.

"Where do you want my cum, slut?! Tell me how you want me to mark you as mine."

"In my ass!" she begs desperately. "Please cum deep in my ass! Fill me up... make me yours completely! I want to feel your hot cum inside me!"

You grab her hips with both hands and start fucking her ass with abandon, chasing your release. Her tight hole feels amazing, squeezing and milking your cock perfectly. Each thrust makes her whole body shake, her moans getting louder and more desperate.

"Take it all," you grunt as you finally explode, flooding her ass with hot cum. "Every last fucking drop... marking this tight hole as mine forever..."

You stay buried deep as you empty yourself inside her, making sure she takes every drop of your seed. When you finally pull out, cum immediately starts leaking from her gaping hole, running down her thighs in thick rivulets.

Gaeul collapses onto the bed, thoroughly used and satisfied. Her holes are red and swollen, leaking your cum and her own juices. You give her ass a hard slap, making her jump and moan weakly.

"From now on, you're mine," you tell her firmly. "No more bratty behavior - unless you want another lesson like this one. Understand?"

She looks back at you with glazed eyes, cum still dripping from her well-fucked ass. "Yes, sir... I'll be good, I… fuck… I promise..."

“Too busy catching Pikachus to catch some pussy, huh? What a shitty stereotype…”

"I thoug-"

“Shut up. Answer me: still think I'm a virgin?" you ask with a smirk.

She laughs weakly. "Definitely not. Fuck, I'm not gonna be able to sit right for days.”

"Good." You give her ass one final smack, making her yelp. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before talking shit.”

"Maybe," she grins. "Or maybe I'll just have to keep provoking you."

You grab her hair, pulling her in for a rough kiss. "Careful what you wish for, little slut. I might just have to teach you another lesson." She moans into the kiss. Your lips move down to her neck, where you leave a few bite marks, just so she remembers you when she looks in the mirror later. "The others will be back soon," you remind her. "Better clean yourself up before they see what a whore you really are."

Gaeul struggles to sit up, wincing at the soreness in her ass.

You head back to the living room, leaving her to clean up the mess you made of her. When you settle back on the couch and pick up your phone, the Pokemon game is still running.

A few minutes later, Gaeul emerges, walking down the stairs with a certain distrust in her expression, wearing fresh clothes, but walking with a slight limp. She sits gingerly on the opposite end of the couch, unable to meet your eyes.

"Something wrong?" you ask innocently. "You're usually so talkative."

She squirms uncomfortably. "Shut up..."

"That's not very nice, Gaeul." You give her a warning look. "Do we need another lesson already?"

Gaeul's eyes go wide and she quickly shakes her head. "No! Not now! I-I mean... I'll be good."

"That's what I thought." You turn back to your game with a satisfied smile, knowing you've finally found the perfect way to handle your bratty tomboy bully.

—

The sound of cars pulling up outside announces the return of your friends. Gaeul quickly tries to fix her messy hair and straighten her clothes, but there's no hiding the fresh bite marks on her neck or the slight tremor in her hands.

"Hey guys, we're back with pizza!" calls out one of your friends as they enter the house. "Hope you two didn't kill each other while we were gone!"

If they only knew.

Your friends pile into the living room, carrying several pizza boxes and drinks. They seem oblivious to the tension in the air or the way Gaeul can barely sit still.

"Everything okay?" one of them asks, noticing Gaeul's unusual quietness. "You seem different."

“I'm fucking fine!”

Gaeul blushes deeply. Your friends look confused but shrug it off, too focused on the food to question further.

As everyone settles in to eat, you catch Gaeul stealing glances at you when she thinks no one is looking. Each time your eyes meet, she quickly looks away, but you can see the mixture of fear and arousal in her expression.

You make sure to sit next to her on the couch, close enough that your thigh presses against hers. She tenses but doesn't move away, especially when you rest your hand on her knee under the pretense of reaching for a slice of pizza.

"So what did you guys do while we were gone?" someone asks between bites.

"Just played some games," you say casually, squeezing Gaeul's thigh. "Taught Gaeul a few new things."

She nearly chokes on her pizza, earning concerned looks from your friends. "Are you okay?" they ask as she coughs.

"Fine," she manages to say. "Just... went down the wrong way."

You smirk, knowing exactly what went down her throat earlier. Your hand slides higher up her thigh, making her squirm.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur of pizza, conversation, and subtle torment as you continue to tease Gaeul under the radar of your oblivious friends. Every touch makes her jump, every whispered comment makes her blush.

Now you understand why she teases you.

It's so fucking pleasurable.

When everyone finally starts heading home for the night, you hang back, pretending to look for your phone. As the last friend leaves, you corner Gaeul in the kitchen.

"Think you learned your lesson?" you ask, pressing her against the counter.

She nods quickly, her breath catching as you lean in close. "Yes... I won't be mean anymore."

"Good girl." You grab her ass roughly, making her gasp. "But just to make sure it sticks..."

Before she can protest, you spin her around and bend her over the kitchen counter. Your hand slides into her shorts, finding her already wet.

"Fuck, you're soaked again," you growl in her ear. "Did you get turned on sitting there in front of everyone, knowing what a whore you are?"

"Please," she whimpers. "They might come back..."

"Better be quiet then." You pull her shorts down just enough to expose her ass and pussy. "Wouldn't want them to see their tough tomboy friend being used like a fucktoy."

You unzip your pants and line up with her entrance, sliding into her still-tight pussy in one smooth thrust. Gaeul bites her lip to keep from moaning as you start fucking her against the counter.

"Such a good little slut now," you grunt, gripping her hips. "Amazing what a proper fucking can do to fix an attitude problem."

Your pace increases, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the kitchen. Gaeul's legs shake as she tries to stay quiet, small whimpers escaping despite her best efforts.

You reach around to rub her clit while you pound into her, feeling her pussy clench around your cock. Her whole body trembles as another orgasm approaches.

"Please," she whispers desperately. "I'm so close..."

"Cum for me," you command, working her clit faster. "Show me what a good girl you can be."

Gaeul buries her face in her arm to muffle her scream as she cums hard, her pussy spasming around your shaft. You fuck her through her orgasm until she's practically sobbing from overstimulation.

Just as you're about to cum, you pull out and spin her around, forcing her to her knees. "Open your mouth. Take your reward like a good slut."

She obeys immediately, looking up at you with those big eyes as you stroke your cock. With a grunt, you explode all over her face, covering her in thick ropes of cum.

"Don't move," you order as you tuck yourself away. "I want to remember you like this - on your knees, covered in my cum, finally learning your place."

Gaeul stays still, cum dripping down her face onto her chest. She looks thoroughly debauched and completely submissive.

"Clean yourself up," you say, heading for the door. "And remember - any time you start acting like a bitch again, this is what happens."

As you leave her house, you can't help but smile thinking about how different things will be now. The dynamic between you and Gaeul has shifted completely - no more will she bet the untouchable tomboy who loves to torment you. Now you know what she really needs, what she's been craving all along.

—

You sit in class, bored as fuck scrolling through your phone under the desk. A notification pops up - it's from Gaeul. Your heart skips a beat seeing that familiar contact name. Opening the message, you nearly drop your phone - this crazy bitch sent you a pic of her tight ass with an anal plug inserted, taken in what looks like the girls' bathroom. The caption reads "Missing your fat cock stretching me out... meet me after class? 😈"

You adjust yoursel in secret, already getting hard remembering how you bent her over your desk yesterday and fucked her tight ass until she was begging for more. It still amazes you how things changed between you two. For months she tormented you - calling you names, tarnishing your image at college, making fun of you in front of your friends…

Until that one day you finally snapped.

Now here you are three months later, sexting during class while pretending nothing's changed in public, with a phone full of filthy videos and pictures of your former bully. Videos of her fucking herself with toys, close-ups of her stretched holes, clips of her begging for your cock. On the surface she still acts tough, but you know the truth - she's just a needy anal slut who craves being dominated.

Your phone buzzes again - another pic from the bathroom, this time showing her fingers buried in her dripping pussy. "Can't wait anymore... Come fuck me NOW!!"

You raise your hand, making up some bullshit excuse about feeling sick. The professor waves you out and you practically run to the second floor bathroom where you know she's waiting. The halls are empty since class is still in session.

You slip inside the second floor bathroom and there she is - still in her typical tomboy getup of baggy jeans and oversized hoodie. Her short hair is slightly messy and her cheeks are flushed. The contrast between her tough exterior and what you know lies underneath makes your cock throb.

"Took you long enough, nerd," she smirks, but you can see the desperate hunger in her eyes. Her tough girl act doesn't work on you anymore - not since you discovered what a submissive little slut she really is.

"Shut the fuck up," you growl, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the cold tile wall. She gasps, her pupils dilating with lust. "Sending me pictures like that while I'm in class... you're such a desperate whore."

"Hmm, maybe I am," she taunts, grinding against your obvious bulge. "What are you gonna do about it?"

You tighten your grip on her throat, using your other hand to roughly grope her small tits through her clothes. Even through the baggy fabric you can feel her hard nipples. "I'm gonna remind you exactly who owns this body."

"Big talk from a ne-" Her words cut off in a moan as you spin her around and bend her over the sink, yanking those loose jeans down to her thighs. She's not wearing any underwear, the slut. The metal plug glints between her ass cheeks, just like in the picture she sent.

"Look at you, walking around with a plug in your ass like a proper anal whore." You give her pale ass a hard slap, leaving a red handprint. "Bet you've been thinking about my cock all morning."

"Fuck... yes..." she admits, dropping the attitude as you start playing with the plug. "Haven't stopped thinking about it since last night..."

You slowly twist and pull the plug, watching her asshole grip the metal. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear the tough tomboy beg."

"Please..." she whimpers as you pop the plug out, her hole gaping slightly. "Need your cock in my ass..."

"Not good enough." You spit on her exposed hole and start working one finger in while she squirms. "Be specific. Tell me exactly what you need."

"I need... fuck..." A second finger joins the first, stretching her wider. "Need you to fuck my ass raw... need you to remind me what a slut I am..."

"Keep going." Three fingers now, roughly fucking her loosened hole while she pants and moans. "Tell me how this nerd turned you into such a whore."

"You... ah!... you showed me what I really am..." Her pussy is literally dripping onto the floor as you finger-fuck her ass. "Showed me that I'm just a cockhungry anal slut... please, I need it so bad..."

"Need what?" You curl your fingers, making her gasp.

"Need your fat cock stretching my ass! Need you to fuck me like the worthless whore I am! Please, I'll do anything!" She's practically sobbing now, all traces of her usual attitude gone.

You pull your fingers out and quickly undo your pants, letting your rock hard cock spring free. "Look at yourself in the mirror while I fuck you. I want you to watch yourself break."

Her eyes meet yours in the reflection as you line up with her gaping hole. Without warning you thrust all the way in, making her cry out. The sound echoes off the bathroom walls but you don't care - you need to put this bratty bitch in her place.

"Fuck! So big..." she moans as you establish a brutal pace, watching your cock disappear into her tight asshole over and over. She tries to muffle herself by biting her sleeve but you grab her hair and yank her head up.

"No. I want to hear every slutty sound you make. Let everyone know what a whore you are." You reach around to roughly pinch her nipples through her hoodie. "Who would believe that the tough tomboy loves taking it up the ass?"

"Only... only for you..." she pants, her whole body shaking as you rail her. "You're the only one who gets to use me like this..."

"Damn right." You pull almost all the way out before slamming back in, making her yelp. "This ass belongs to me. I fucking own you."

Your words make her moan even louder. You can see in the mirror how completely wrecked she looks - face flushed, eyes glazed, mouth hanging open as she takes your cock. Such a different sight from her usual cocky expression.

"Touch yourself," you command. "Play with that dripping pussy while I destroy your ass."

She immediately reaches down to rub her clit, her fingers moving frantically. The extra stimulation makes her ass clench around you even tighter. "Gonna... gonna cum soon..."

"Already? Such a slutty response." You increase your pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the bathroom. "Cumming from getting your ass fucked in a public bathroom... what would your friends think if they could see you now?"

"Don't care... fuck... just don't stop!" She's openly crying now, tears of pleasure running down her face as you pound her mercilessly.

You grab her hips hard enough to bruise and really start hammering into her. Each thrust makes her whole body jerk forward, her small tits bouncing under the hoodie. "Come on then, cum for me. Show me what a buttslut you are."

Her orgasm hits hard - her ass spasms around your cock as she practically screams into her sleeve, her legs shaking so bad you have to hold her up. You don't slow down, fucking her through the intense climax.

"Good girl... but we're not done yet." You pull out suddenly, making her whine at the emptiness. "On your knees. Time to remind you what you're good for."

She drops to her knees immediately, looking up at you with those desperate eyes. Your cock is right in her face, still slick from her ass. Without being told, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

"That's right, taste yourself like the dirty slut you are." You slap your cock against her tongue a few times before shoving it down her throat. She gags but takes it like a champ, months of practice evident in how she relaxes her throat.

You grab her short hair with both hands and start properly facefucking her, using her mouth like a pussy. Tears stream down her face and drool drips from her chin but she doesn't try to pull away. If anything she moans around your cock, clearly loving the rough treatment.

"Look at me while I use your throat," you command. Her eyes lock onto yours, full of submission and need. "Such a good little fucktoy... so different from the bitch who used to bully me..."

She reaches down to play with herself again as you fuck her face, two fingers buried in her soaking pussy while her other hand works her clit. The sight of the former bully masturbating while choking on your cock pushes you closer to the edge.

"Gonna cum... gonna paint that pretty face..." You pull out of her mouth, still gripping her hair. "Stick out your tongue and beg for it."

"Please..." her voice is hoarse from the throat fucking. "Please, babe, cum on my face... mark me as your whore... I need it..."

You stroke yourself rapidly, aiming at her upturned face. "Here it comes slut... take it all..."

Your orgasm hits like a truck, shooting thick ropes of cum all over her face. Some lands on her tongue but most covers her cheeks, nose, and forehead. She moans as you mark her, still frantically fingering herself.

"Don't you dare wipe it off," you pant as the last drops fall onto her lips. "I want you to remember who owns you."

She nods, face completely glazed with your seed. "Yours... all yours..."

You tuck yourself back in while she stays on her knees, cum slowly dripping down her face. "Clean yourself up and get back to class. But leave the plug in - I want your ass ready for round two later."

"Yes sir," she says softly, finally dropping the last pretense of attitude.

As you head for the door, you turn back for one last look. She's still kneeling there, face covered in cum, jeans around her thighs, asshole gaping slightly.

Such a perfect sight.

"Oh and Gaeul?" You smirk as she looks up at you. "Try not to be such a bitch for the rest of the day. Or I'll have to teach you another lesson."

She shivers at the threat, clearly already looking forward to it. "No promises... might need another reminder later."

You leave her there to clean up, already planning how you'll use her next. Who would've thought that all it took to tame the tomboy bully was a good ass fucking?

The bell rings as you head back to class, already getting hard again thinking about round two. Maybe you take her home and fuck her in your bed, or if she can't wait that long, an empty classroom will do just as well.... The possibilities are endless when you have such an eager anal whore at your disposal.

—

Later that week, you're hanging out with friends at the campus coffee shop when Gaeul suggests everyone come to her place to watch something.

—

The movie blares on the TV screen, flickering shadows across the room. Your friends are all sprawled out, zoned in, eyes glued to the action unfolding. But you? You’re only half-paying attention because Gaeul's sitting beside you, her hand resting a little too close, fingers drumming against the couch arm. Every slight touch feels like electricity shooting through your veins.

Then she shifts, stretches out her arms with a feigned yawn. "I'm grabbing something upstairs," she mumbles to the room. No one even looks up. She rises, tossing a quick, knowing glance your way before slipping out. Your cock throbs in your pants as you watch her walk away, her ass moving in those intentionally short shorts.

You count to sixty slowly before making your own excuse.

"Just gonna grab another beer," you say casually. No one even looks up from the TV.

Perfect.

Your heart pounds as you climb the stairs, already imagining how you're going to wreck that tight ass. The door to Gaeul's bedroom is slightly ajar, warm light spilling into the hallway. You open the door slowly and there she is, sitting cross-legged on the bed, waiting for you, her ankle bouncing impatiently.

“I thought you’d never show up,” she says with a smile.

Without wasting any time, you approach and spin Gaeul around and roughly bend her over the edge of the bed, yanking her panties down in one swift motion. Your cock throbs at the sight of her tight little asshole already glistening with lube - this dirty slut came prepared, knowing she was going to get her ass destroyed tonight.

"Fucking horny little whore," you growl, giving her ass a hard slap that makes her yelp. "Already lubed up and ready for my cock. Bet you've been thinking about this all day."

"Please," she whimpers, pushing her ass back toward you. "Need it so bad..."

You unzip your pants and pull out your rock-hard cock, giving it a few slow strokes as you admire her puckered hole. Your free hand spreads her ass cheeks wider, making her squirm with anticipation.

"Beg for it," you command, rubbing your cockhead teasingly against her entrance. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"Fuck, please... need your fat cock in my tight little asshole," she pants desperately. "Want you to stretch me open and wreck my ass while everyone's downstairs. Please fuck me like the anal slut I am!"

You press your thick tip against her hole, watching it start to stretch around your girth. "Such a dirty fucking whore, begging to get ass-fucked with your friends right below us. What would they think if they knew their tough tomboy friend was really just a cock-hungry buttslut?"

Gaeul moans as you start pushing into her impossibly tight hole. The lube helps, but her ass still grips your cock like a vice as you feed more and more of your length into her. You can feel every ridge and fold of her inner walls clinging to your shaft.

"Holy fuck, you're so tight... No matter how many times I ruin your ass, it always looks like virgin territory," you grunt, gripping her hips harder. "That little asshole is squeezing my cock so good."

"More," she gasps, biting down on her pillow to muffle her sounds. "Fill me up, stretch my ass open!"

You continue pushing forward until your balls are pressed against her dripping pussy. Your entire cock is buried in her ass, making her feel completely stuffed and stretched. You hold still for a moment, savoring the incredible tightness.

"That's it, take every inch like a good little anal whore," you growl in her ear, reaching around to roughly grope her small tits. Her nipples are rock hard between your fingers. "Ready to get that ass pounded?"

"Yes! Please fuck me hard," she begs in a desperate whisper. "Wreck my tight hole!"

You pull back until just the tip remains inside, then slam forward balls-deep in one brutal thrust. Gaeul lets out a choked cry into the pillow as you establish a rough rhythm, your cock pistoning in and out of her stretched asshole.

The wet sounds of anal sex fill the room - the obscene squelching of lube, the meaty slap of your balls against her pussy, the muffled moans she can't quite contain. Her whole body rocks with the force of your thrusts as you hammer into her tight hole.

"Fuck yes, take that cock," you grunt, watching your shaft disappear over and over into her gripping asshole. "Love seeing this tight little hole stretch around my fat cock. Such a perfect anal slut."

You grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back, making her arch her spine. The new angle lets you drive even deeper into her ass, hitting spots that make her whole body tremble.

"Harder!" she gasps, pushing back to meet your thrusts. "Fucking destroy my ass, make me your buttslut!"

You respond by increasing your pace, absolutely ravaging her tight hole. Your heavy balls slap against her soaking wet pussy with each thrust. She's so turned on that her juices are running down her thighs.

"Look at you, getting your pussy all wet from taking it in the ass," you taunt, reaching down to rub her swollen clit. "Such a nasty little whore, getting off on having your asshole stretched open."

Gaeul can only whimper and moan in response, completely lost in the pleasure of being used. Her ass grips and pulses around your cock, trying to milk the cum from your balls.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway makes you both freeze. Your cock throbs inside her stretched hole as you hold perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe. The footsteps pause right outside the door.

Your hand clamps over Gaeul's mouth as you stay buried balls-deep in her ass. You can feel her heart pounding, her asshole clenching even tighter around your shaft from the fear of getting caught.

After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps continue past the door and fade away down the hall. As soon as they're gone, you resume fucking her even harder than before, driven wild by the close call.

"Dirty fucking slut, almost got us caught," you growl, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "Maybe I should let them catch us, let them see what a cock-hungry anal whore you really are."

She shakes her head frantically but her pussy gushes at the thought, coating your balls in her juices. The way her ass grips you tells you she's getting close to cumming.

"That's it, squeeze that cock with your tight little hole," you grunt, feeling your own orgasm building. "Gonna flood this ass with cum, mark you as my personal buttslut."

Your fingers work her clit faster as you pound her stretched asshole. Gaeul's whole body starts to shake as she approaches her peak. Her inner walls clamp down almost painfully tight around your thrusting cock.

"Cum for me," you command. "Cum with my fat cock buried in your ass like the anal slut you are!"

She explodes around you, her orgasm making her squirt all over the bed as her ass spasms around your shaft. The intense tightness pushes you over the edge and you grunt as your cock swells.

"Take it, take my fucking load," you growl as you empty your balls deep in her ass. Rope after rope of hot cum floods her stretched hole while she continues to shake and moan through her own orgasm.

You keep thrusting through both your climaxes, making obscene squelching sounds as your cum starts leaking out around your cock. Her ass is still rhythmically clenching, milking every last drop from your balls.

When you finally pull out, her gaping asshole immediately starts leaking your thick load. You watch mesmerized as white cum drips down her thighs and pools on the bedspread below.

"Holy fuck," Gaeul pants, collapsing onto the bed. Her hole is still twitching and leaking, thoroughly used and marked as yours. "That was so fucking good..."

You give her ass one slap, admiring the way it makes more cum leak out. "That's what happens to me when you keep teasing me all day long. Get your ass stretched and filled with cum while your friends are right downstairs."

She shivers at your words, reaching back to feel her gaping, cum-filled hole. "My ass is gonna be so sore tomorrow…”

"Yeah, and you love it, don't you?!"

Your cock gives an interested twitch as you watch her finger herself, scooping some of your cum out of her stretched hole. To your surprise and arousal, she brings her cum-covered fingers to her mouth and sucks them clean.

"Dirty fucking slut," you growl, feeling yourself starting to harden again already. "You really can't get enough, can you?"

She grins up at you, still tasting your cum on her tongue. "What can I say? You've turned me into such a whore for your cock. Especially in my ass."

You grab her hair and pull her up for a rough kiss, tasting yourself on her lips. Your rapidly hardening cock presses against her stomach as you devour her mouth.

"Ready for another round already?" she asks breathlessly when you break apart, feeling your erection growing. "Gonna wreck my ass again?"

"Fuck yes," you grunt, spinning her around and pushing her face-down into the mattress. "Gonna use this tight little hole until you can't walk straight tomorrow."

You spread her ass cheeks, admiring how her gaping hole is still leaking your previous load. The sight of your cum dripping from her stretched asshole has you rock hard again in seconds.

"Please," she whimpers, wiggling her hips invitingly. "Fill me up again, use me like your personal anal slut!"

You line your cock up with her cum-lubed hole and push back inside with one smooth thrust. She's still incredibly tight despite being stretched and filled with your load.

"Fuck, love how this greedy little hole just swallows my cock," you growl, starting to pound her ass again. "Such a perfect little anal whore, always ready to take it in the ass."

The mixture of cum and lube makes obscene squelching sounds as you fuck her stretched hole. Your previous load leaks out around your shaft with each thrust, running down her thighs.

"Yes! Use my ass, wreck my tight little hole!" she moans into the pillow. "Love being your anal slut!"

You grab her hips and really start hammering into her, making the bed creak dangerously. Her whole body bounces with the force of your thrusts as you ravage her sensitive hole.

Your balls slap against her dripping pussy, already coated in a mixture of her juices and your leaking cum. The dirty sounds of anal sex fill the room once again.

"Such a nasty little whore," you grunt, reaching around to pinch and twist her hard nipples. "Getting your ass fucked twice while your friends are right downstairs. Bet you love the risk of getting caught, don't you?"

"Yes!" she gasps, pushing back to meet your brutal thrusts. "Love being your secret anal slut, love taking your fat cock in my tight little ass!"

You pull her up by her hair until her back is pressed against your chest, changing the angle of penetration. Your cock drives even deeper into her stretched hole as you fuck up into her.

"That's it, ride this cock like the buttslut you are," you growl in her ear, one hand around her throat. "Show me how badly you need it in your ass."

Gaeul starts bouncing on your cock, working her hips in tight circles that make her ass grip you like a vice. Her small tits bounce with each movement as she impales herself on your shaft.

"Gonna cum again," she whimpers after a few minutes of riding you. "Please make me cum with your cock in my ass!"

You throw her back down onto the bed and really start drilling her stretched hole, pounding her g-spot through her ass wall. Your fingers find her clit again, rubbing quick circles as you ravage her.

"Cum for me, you dirty anal whore," you command. "Cum all over my cock while I wreck this tight little asshole!"

She explodes around you for the second time, her whole body convulsing as she squirts all over the already-soaked bed. Her ass clamps down painfully tight on your thrusting cock.

The incredible tightness pushes you over the edge again. You bury yourself balls-deep in her spasming hole as your cock swells and pulses.

"Take it, take another load in this slutty ass," you grunt as you empty your balls inside her again. Rope after rope of hot cum floods her already-full hole while she continues to shake through her own orgasm.

When you finally pull out, her thoroughly used asshole gapes obscenely, leaking a river of white cum onto the bed. She collapses face-down, completely fucked out and marked as yours.

"Holy fuck," she pants, reaching back to feel her destroyed hole still leaking your loads. "Fuck, I'm gonna be leaking your load all night now."

"Next time I'm gonna make you wear a plug to keep my cum inside you," you tell Gaeul as you lay down next to her, catching your breath. "Make you sit through the whole movie feeling your ass full of my load."

She shivers at the thought, clearly turned on despite being thoroughly fucked out. "Fuck, I don't think I've ever been as naughty as I am with you now...." After a moment, she rolls over to face you with an unusually serious expression. "Hey... I need to tell you something," she says quietly. "I'm getting tired of hiding this. Hiding us."

Your heart skips a beat. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... fuck, this started as just casual sex after you put me in my place that day. But somewhere along the way I actually started having deep feelings for you." She looks away, clearly uncomfortable with the vulnerability. "And I'm sick of pretending I don't."

You're quiet for a long moment, processing this. "I feel the same way," you finally admit. "Have for a while now."

Her eyes snap back to yours. "Really?"

"Really." You pull her closer. "I love how you try to act all tough, but I know what a needy little slut you really are. Love making you fall apart on my cock. But I also just... love being around you. Even when we're not fucking. I love when you laugh at my jokes now, much better than when you pretended not to like them. I always thought your laugh was cute."

A genuine smile spreads across her face - not her usual cocky smirk. "So what do we do about it?"

"Well, we could tell everyone we're dating," you suggest. "No more sneaking around."

"Mmm..." She pretends to consider it. "Or we could keep this our dirty little secret for a while longer. The sneaking around is pretty hot."

You grin and squeeze her ass. "True. Nothing like fucking you with the risk of getting caught."

"Exactly." She kisses you deeply. "Let's give it another month of secret fucking. Then we can go public."

"Deal." You slap her ass playfully. "Now get dressed before they come looking for us."

She quickly pulls her clothes back on, wincing slightly. "I don't know how I'm going to be able to sit in the chair tomorrow in class."

"Good." You zip up your pants. "Something to remember me by while you study."

You head back downstairs first, trying to act casual as you rejoin the group. A few minutes later, Gaeul returns with a bowl of chips like nothing happened.

But you catch her squirming uncomfortably on the couch, feeling your cum leak out of her ass. The secret knowledge of what you just did makes your cock start to stiffen again.

She notices and gives you that familiar smirk. You know you'll be sneaking off to fuck again before the night is over. Maybe this time you'll bend her over the bathroom sink and stuff her pussy full of cock while she tries to stay quiet.

The thought of all the secret hookups to come over the next month has your head spinning. Every stolen moment will be even hotter now that you know there are real feelings involved.

But for now, you focus on the movie and try not to make it obvious that you just railed your friend's ass upstairs.

The perfect crime - except for the cum still dripping down her thighs.

[itsaleiah]

WHO ARE WE TO FIGHT THE ALCHEMY? | geto suguru

“Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me!”

in which Gojo Satoru & Shoko Ieri reminisce the relationship of their closest friends.

genre: romance, canon timeline, so much fluff, slight angst & slight suggestive content!

pairings: geto suguru x you (feat. gojo satoru & shoko ieri!)

“Ah, young love.” Gojo swooned as the young couple passed them by, holding hands and looking at each other with nothing but love. His hands placed on his cheek while his body wiggled with yearning. Shoko, who was beside him sighed, resigning to her fate as the designated person for the six-eyed nerd to annoy. (She had no choice, Nanami was out of town and he had been pestering her non-stop ever since he arrived at the morgue, barging in as if he owned the place. Shoko, with red exclamation marks over her head tried her best to calm down — even if it meant relapsing with just one hit of smoke.)

“Would be nice if you had one of those, no? So you’d stop pestering me.” Shoko deadpanned and the strongest’s head could not turn more faster than it did with a look of betrayal and faux sadness painting his face.

But then there was silence.

“..”

For once in her life, Gojo Satoru was silent.

And it shocked Shoko.

But one glance at the couple, she realized why.

“Now that I think about it.. They kind of resemble (Y/N) and Suguru, no?” He said, his tone low. Shoko’s body slumped a bit once she heard the name. “She home yet?” She asked and Gojo chuckled, shaking his head while he placed his hands on his pockets. “Nah. You know her. Megumi’s been asking a lot about her though. Says he misses her.”

Shoko chuckled and threw the cigarette away. “What can you say? She raised him, she’s practically his mother.”

“Don’t I get credit as well? I raised him too, y’know!” And there he is again, Gojo Satoru.

“(Y/N) raised the both of you.” Shoko deadpanned as she started walking back to the morgue, leaving the poor white-haired boy to follow behind.

“You’re not even going to wait for me? How mean!”

AUGUST 30, 2005, THE SUN & MOON CATALOGUE & Y/N'S DORM

“What do you plan on getting, (N/n)?” your best friend, Shoko, asked you while she laid on your bed. She was reading a book that Suguru let you borrow a while back while you busied yourselves by grabbing the materials you needed for your nightly ritual — the ritual being an hour skincare routine.

The two of you always had this tradition. (The tradition starting when you became friends and decided to go on a shopping spree using your cousin's credit card.) On every Saturday you have a girl’s night. And if by chance, very lowly though, you have a mission, you’d go there together. Shoko didn’t go on dangerous missions but in her words: “A mission with you doesn’t seem dangerous, you’d make it much more fun. And besides, I know you can protect me.” With a smirk on her face.

“What are the choices?” You asked, turning your focus from the skincare materials to her. “Hmm… we could go to the 24/7 ramen store that Satoru keeps recommending..” she started, placing her index finger and tapping it on her lips. “Or… we could go to the mall?” Her eyes landed on you, smiling lazily.

“Ramen store sounds nice. The mall would be fun too but I think it’s too late to go outside now.” You smiled apologetically and Shoko tilted her head and placed her legs on the headboard. She replied: “Never stopped the boys though?” Causing your brows to furrow in confusion. Right on time, your boyfriend messages you which gets you the answer you needed.

“What in the hell..” Shoko muttered, almost choking on her lollipop when she watched as Satoru and Suguru try to enter your dorm — the task being impossible with the amount of boxes and paper bags in their bodies. Satoru even has two paperbags in his left leg! Your eyes widened, both mortified and falling deeper in love (If that was even possible) with Suguru Geto.

Suguru smiled and was finally able to enter, his best friend sauntering from behind and hopping with his right leg trying to balance the bags. “Sorry for the intrusion girls.” He smiled with his eyes closed, ignoring the elephant in the room which was… How much did he spend for this?!

“Well, well, (N/N)! looks like you won’t be worrying for new clothes this time around!” Satoru exclaimed, a cocky grin in his face only for the grin to fall when he lost his balance and fell on the floor of your dorm, causing a loud thud to occur, the three of you already sensing a hearing from Yaga.

And just like your thoughts, five minutes later your said teacher comes in your dorm while the three of you smile sheepishly at him, his eyes already focusing on the boys.

“…I take it you all have an explanation for this?”

JUNE 2, 2005 = JUJUTSU HIGH’S LIBRARY.

“You do realize you’re staring right?” Your boyfriend, sat just in front of you teased, keeping his eyes on the book that he was reading. Lucky book to have his full attention. You were practically killing it with your stare.

“Hmm? Dunno what you’re talking about.” you feigned innocence, opting to suck your lollilop to stop your hatred annoyance at the book taking up his time unaware that he too, was staring at your candy with the same deathly stare you were giving his book.

You crossed your arms and huffed, a childish pout on your face. So what if you’re staring? Its not your fault that you’re being grouchy! He promised to spend quality time together but is now focusing on a book instead of you! Fine then, let book-chan be his new girlfriend!

“What is it?” The boy in front of you finally had enough of your sulking and sighed, closing the book that he was reading and you cheered internally, the voice in your head doing a “Yahoo!” and a somersault.

(Y/N) = 1 Book = 0

“(N/N.)” He called out again, this time his voice much more softer as he stared at you. God, you could just drown in those purple eyes of his..

“I.. want to paint your nails.” You blurted outright, his but other than his handsome face and toned body, you were focused on something else. His hands. Not in that way, of course! At least, not now.. his nails! his nails remain perfectly trimmed and it just made you want to..

“Well go ahead then sweetheart.” You gave him a dopey grin and stars circled around you, immediately pulling out the Pandora Box (a cursed tool that was inherited from your line) that you use to give what you needed to pamper and make your boyfriend into the princess that he is.

“Where’d you —“ He tried to ask but you shush him while flapping your hand around. He laughed and just nodded, not questioning the Pandora Box that you have around you.

He leaned in before taking the lollipop from your mouth and throwing it at the trash without even looking.

“Wha—!? I was eating that!”

“Too bad.”

JUNE 12, 2005 = GETO’S DORM & Y/N’S DORM

“Would you marry me if I was still a worm?” You asked suddenly causing your partner-in-crime besides you to freeze at his action. The two of you were tasked to handle a mission together — something about a couple and how the boyfriend turned into a worm. Which lead you to what was happening now.

“(Y/N)..” Was all he said and stared at you. You smiled nervously, you don’t know what’s going on in his mind! You can’t tell what the expression on his face was supposed to be. “I — “ You were about to start when..

Kachow!

“Suguru, oh no!”

ONE WEEK LATER, GETO’S DORM & (Y/N)’s DORM

“Now that I think about it, the picture you sent looks exactly like the cursed spirit that we exorcised that day.” You mumbled, feeling yourself slowly drifting to dream land again now that you have your very soft boyfriend holding you and protecting you from the cruelty of the world. He chuckled as he played with your hair, “It kinda does? Doesn’t it?” He indulged in your sleepy thoughts and his eyes softened even more when he noticed you asleep, buried in his chest.

“Hmhm.” You hummed before finally lying limp on his arms. Suguru smiled and stared at you — a thing that he'd do whenever you'd fall asleep before he does, which was every night. You were just so.. adorable. He couldn't help but pinch your cheeks as you grumbled in your sleep at the contact. He laughed slowly before pushing away a few strands of your hair, kissing your forehead. “I love you.”

June 23, 2005 = JUJUTSU HIGH, Y/N'S DORM

10 minutes later you heard a knock on your door. You smiled, “Its open!” Not having the energy to open the door for your boyfriend despite your excitement to see him. your body twitched for the sleep that you needed despite sleeping through your first class. missing something. missing somebody.

June 30, 2005 = Y/N's (And Suguru's) dorm

Just besides you in bed was your troublemaker boyfriend (roommate at this point) who was messaging Satoru, being able to see their conversation from your peripheral vision. Satoru must have sent something stupid because the boy beside you did not seem pleased, subconsciously placing his hand on his hair, something he did whenever Gojo did something stupid or embarassing.

You giggled when Suguru's face went from stress to panic then to acceptance, six eyes probably sending a picture of Waka Inoue. Sigh, figures. Satoru would never change. Even you, his dearest cousin, wasn’t spared by his… special interest and obsession with the idol. Suguru immediately and aggressively closed his flip phone, not bothering to treat it upmost care and gentleness. “What did the phone did to you?” You asked, tilting your head with a teasing smile that Suguru couldn’t help but melt into.

“Satoru was caught kissing Waka Inoue's cardboard.” He deadpanned, unaware of the pout in his face. How cute.

Your eyes widened, your mouth gaping and you couldn't help bur let out a laugh. “He — What?!” Now, now, in the few months that you had escaped from your household — all thanks to the three friends that you considered your boyfriend, best friend, and family — you had realized that Satoru was much more.. chaotic than he was back then when you were children.

Don't get me wrong, he was chaotic as well when he was a kid, he was often putting you in trouble with your aunt and uncle — though unintentionally, of course but you guessed that his constant childishness now had to be the influence of your boyfriend who helped him cope and be more childlike — a privilege that was robbed from the both of you at a young age. Despite his often irritation and embarasment towards Satoru's actions (who wouldn't be embarrassed?), he allowed him to act more freely and joke around and even join the fun sometime. Because that's how he is. Kind, gentle and loving.

You could recall the happiness in Satoru's voice when he told you that he had made a new friend, a true one and despite being locked up in the Gojo Residence and being treated like a breeding stock sold for auction, you never held any resentment towards him and couldn't help but be happy for him as well as dream and hope to experience the same happiness that he was receiving.

And now you have said freedom with the man that Satoru described to you, now your boyfriend beside you. And Satoru was right, life was better with Geto Suguru around. Geto Suguru truly was golden, wasn’t he? The question of who’s much more in love with the other — you or him? lingered around the people around you. And until now they don’t have the answer.

Because there choices were wrong. Because there was no right answer. Because one look from the both of you to one another was enough to answer the question.

“Apparently there was this Waka Inoue meet-n-greet. He’d been waiting for hours by now,

He suddenly opened his phone and started typing and to your surprise, your flip phone — that was pink and has a frog keychain gifted to you by Gojo when you first bought your phone, mind you! — started ringing the same time he sent the message. You gave Suguru a dopey grin and opened to see who this handsome man that's bothering you is.

You giggled, admiring your boyfriend. He had his hair down making him much more irresistible in your eyes. You smirked before pulling in his shirt, causing him to fall on top of you. His lips made its way to your neck, causing you to gasp sharply and giggle.

“By the way.. I bought tickets for us tomorrow.” He confessed, his eyes admiring you.

“Yeah? What movie?”

“Human Earthworm.”

“Human — what?!"

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while now! so from the vault, tadaaaa:)

[authorhjk1]

Surviving NNN

Part Three: A star

You sit on the balcony of your apartment, letting the cold breeze brush your face. The cold shower you just took helped. Or at least it eased the pain. Yena's gorgeous body still wanders through your mind. The way the towel slowly slid up, revealing her legs. How it created a small cleavage over her small breasts.

You are saved by the sound of the door being opened. Hearing small footsteps, you do your best to concentrate on the task at hand.

"Oppa?"

You recognize Chaewon's voice.

"Yeah."

"Minju made breakfast. You coming?"

"Of course. Give me a second."

You feel a little guilty letting your guests cook, but the three girls can cook way better than you. Apart from some basic dishes you can't do very much.

"What are you doing?"

Chaewon steps closer, now standing right behind you, while looking over your shoulder as you sit in one of the comfortable chairs.

"I'm working on some lyrics." "Really?"

You hear the excitement in Chaewons's voice.

"I'm a huge star, you know?"

She grabs another chair and sits down next to you, looking at the ipad in your lap.

She referred to herself as a star, which is the name for your fandom. Your stage name is Jin-wol. It translates to moon or jewel in English. That's why the fandom name stars somewhat fit.

You are happy to hear that Chaewon is a star, she is a well known idol after all.

"Really?"

The young woman nods in excitement.

"I watched your recent MV like a million times."

You chuckle as Chaewon tries to glance at your ipad. Unfortunately, there is nothing much to look at so far.

"What's the new song about?"

"Read for yourself."

You offer her the ipad and Chaewon starts to read. It isn't much yet, but you can see her blushing harder and harder with every word.

"Th-This is gonna be your song?"

"Yeah. I can write and produce my own music, but usually the company decides on what theme we do for every album.

"Ah, I see."

Chaewon's cheeks are still a little red as she gives you the ipad back. It is hard work to write this stuff right now, beacuse of NNN. It's supposed to be a sexy concept. A combination of obvious hints about sex and some a little less obvious. It wouldn't have been a problem without NNN at all. You could just take more than enough "inspiration" from Karina. And even if someone would catch up on that, it's no big deal, since the two of you are together anyway.

You eat breqakfast in silence, while you listen to three girls chatting. With your mind still on the song and your mind capable of more than just vivid imagination, you keep your head down.

"Oppa."

You slowly raise your head, barely able to look at Minju. The things that went through your brain during your run make you feel bad. How could you think about her like that?

"Since its Saturday, the three of us wanted to go shopping. You wanna come with?"

You rather not. You need to keep writing. And you need some space to breath. Having these three girls constantly around you makes you anxious.

"I actually still have some work to do."

"Oh come on."

Yena looks at you.

"We will reward you afterwards."

She gives you a wink and your mind starts spinning again. What kind of reward?

"What kind of reward?"

Yena chuckles. Your voice may have sounded a little too desperate.

"I'm tot gonna tell you. But it has something to do with cream."

She smirks at you.

New pictures flood your mind.

Yena on her knees, holding a can of wipped cream. She pours some of it into her mouth, before looking up at you. Her hands work to take of your pants. You groan as you feel her warm lips part around your cock. The cold wipped cream is a great contrast to them. It slowly starts to melt in Yena's mouth. She pushes it around with her tongue, while looking up at you.

"Oppa?"

You slightly shake your head, trying to get rid of these thoughts.

"No."

"Why not?"

Yena pouts. You can't stop looking at her lips. Just a moment ago they were wrapped around your cock....

"Please, Jin-wol oppa."

Minju pouts as well.

"Karina unnie told us to take you. She said you hate shopping."

That's somewhat true. You never liked it. Which means Karina usually does it for you. She knows evry size, from shoes to shirt. She also has a better sense of style than you.

The person who breaks your last resistance is Chaewon.

"Like you wrote in your lyrics: 'I see donuts left and right, but I just want to glaze yours all night' you know?"

No. No way in hell she doesn't know what you meant by that. She must. Chaewon must know exactly what you meant. The other lines are even more explicit. She must have picked up on this.

And yet, she looks at you with an innocent face.

"We could get you some donuts."

Yena chips in.

"I like my donut glazed as well."

You almost have to take another shower as you hear her say that. You stuff your mouth with food, trying to avoid the pictures coming back.

"Chaewon? Are you coming?"

Yena shouts through the apartment, while the three of you wait for Chaewon. She is the last on to get dressed.

"Oppa, why don't you go and get her?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. She is a big fan of yours. I'm sure she will hurry up when she sees you.

"Fine."

You walk towards Yena's and Chaewon's shared room.

"Chaewon."

"Come in."

You hesitate for obvious reasons, but you eventually open the door. Bad decision. Not just because of the way Chaewon is dressed, but because the two of you are alone.

"What do you think?"

You think a lot. Way too much actually. The number of days you survived without cuming is increasing steadily. And Chaewons outfit makes you dizzy.

You just want to take her right there.

Push her against the wall, throwing that large bag aside. Open the zipper of her jeans, while she does the same with yours. Your lips dance along her skin on her shoulders, enjoying the smoothness. Without much forplay, you would just enter Chaewon. Her eyes shut tight as her petite body tries to accustom itself to your cock. A moan escapes her mouth while you push inside. Your hands resting on her tight midriff. Your thumb playfully grazes over her mole as you make Chaewon sigh with pleasure.

You start to fuck her hard into the wall. More and more. Faster and faster. Your body releasing all the build up tension.

"Oh god! Your cock!"

Chaewon moans loudly as you pound her hard. Your dick is deep inside her pussy. Your girlfriend's friend's pussy. Your fellow idol's pussy. Your fan's pussy.

Chaewon is all of that. And more. Your lips find hers, trying to muffle her moans as you take her body. The young woman gives herself to you, relishing in the pleasure you give her.

"Harder, please! Fuck me good!"

Her high pitched yelps make you pound her harder. You feel Chaewon's walls contract around you. Her body shakes even more.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna cum on your cock!"

And so she does. Chaewon orgasms in your arms as you keep fucking her. You chase your own orgasm which is building up as well. After almost three weeks of no cuming, you feel your cock almost bursting as you are about to climax.

"Give it to me. Give me your cum."

Chaewon asks for it. She looks into your eyes, her head slightly swaying back and forth as you pound her against the wall. You are surprised when she manages to undo the button of her jeans in a frenzy. She pulls down her jeans just enough for you to get a good look at her pussy.

The sight makes you orgasm right there. You manage to pull out. You start cuming all over her. Your cum lands mostly on her freshly fucked pussy. Some of it on her midriff. The two of you breath heavily after your short fuck.

Looking down, you realize that you mad your lyrics come true. You did glaze Chaewon's donut.

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Hi everyone!

I hope you enjoyed this. The lyrics might come of as a little cringe but I'm a writer not a composer , so please don't judge me to harshly.

Tomorrow will be the last day of round one for the Decmber speical, if i'm correct. You will be able to vote for the actual chapters as soon as this round ends

Have a great day!

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I am your Biggest Fan~ Pt. 2

WARNINGS: NON-Con, $mut, Face-Fuck, Spit as Lube, Hair Pulling, Dom!Buggy, Unprotected sex, DEAD-DOVE, Tsundare Buggy

Dirty Nasty $mut is below. Be warned ⚠️

I may have went overboard with the length- Also my first time writing $mut! Please tell me how I did and what you'd like to see next!

Buggy the Clown x GN Reader

Part 1: Biggest Fan Pt. 1

Buggy grinned as he stared down at (Y/N) keeping barely any space between the two of them as he bit up and down their neck. Listening to the mild hisses in pain and whimpers of fear- It was too sexy for him and made him want more.

"Captian!" A loud voice sounded making he growl and turn to see Cabaji. Holding his blades with some blood smeared on his face and costume.

"What do you want!?" Buggy Hissed in irritation.

"Sir, We have almost finished with the village. The Marines are sure to be informed" Ah right- this was a small village it wouldn't haven't taken long to pillage the place.

Buggy opened his mouth to speak but ended up getting a hard hit to his mouth as (Y/N) Slipped under his arms and tried to run. Buggy grabbing them by their hair with lightning fast reflexes yanking them back towards him- ignoring their cry for pain. Buggy growled at this as he glared down at (Y/N) before sighing-

"We set sail then, Get a move on!

He yelled at his first mate who nodded and dashed away to echo orders. Buggy gave a low chuckle at the performer, gripping their hair harder.

"Ill let you get that one for free since youre so damn cute Doll~ But looks like we are gonna have to rush our little act back to the Red Top~!"

He said cheerfully, her personality like a rubber ball constantly changing as he harshly flung them to the floor. Watching them trying to scramble for a quick second before he placed his boot on their back to pin them before looking around to for something to restrain them with. His eyes landing on the satin ribbons from the show. Snatching them quickly.

"Oh don't you love the irony~"

He grinned as he overpowered them with ease and tied the satin ribbons tightly around their hands and ankles.

"Let me go! YOU CANT DONT THIS YOU DIRTY PIR- MMHPH!"

They squealed as he shoved one of their lace fabrics into their mouth. Smirking at the sight and fluffing himself as a job well done. Quickly at the sound of the fire he grabbed the performer and tossed them over his shoulder, making sure to give their exposed ass a nice hard smack. Which earned him a angry squeal, before he took off.

Running out of the blood soaked bar and to the streets- It looked like what sidewalks in hell must. Blood, broken glass, fire and bodies- bodies of those who wouldn't be able to handle the long road of the show biz or audience left like animals on the street. (Y/N) screams muffled through the lace gag as they witnessed the carnage. Buggy laughing maniacally as he ran through those streets, sliding in the blood comically like this was another one of his performances. Seeing his crew rip the jewelry from the necks of people before either killing them or tightening harsh shackles to them.

Buggy skipped down the street till he reached his ship, Watching the new group of audience members being herded in like cattle to their final resting spots their seats. (Y/N) at this point sobbing as they were hauled away from the horror down to the Captian's room and tossed roughly on the large bed.

"Whoo! Just what I needed to get my Mojo back in seemed- Really got a full house this time!~"

He laughed, Taking off his hat and kicking his bloody boots off. Looking to (Y/N) and their pathetic form on his bed, shaking and with tears running down their cheeks

"Awww~ Baby No, No crying. I wanted to run that mascara a different way... tsk.. So messy"

The Captian grumbled, Grabbing his own little makeup bag and a hanky. He smiled down at them as he crawled towards them on the bed, Sitting before them making sure they were pinned with his legs as he chuckled at the sight of them under him. 'So cute'

He hummed as he wiped their tears away before opening the makeup bag.

"Now if you keep crying, I'm gonna have to keep doing your makeup all over again! And that's really gonna piss me off- So lets stop thay crying~"

Buggy said the last part darkly, (Y/N) staring up at Jim with pure terror as he smirked at the sight but nodded shakily. Sniffling through the lace gag as they tried to stop the tears from flowing.

"Good~ Very good sweetheart"

Carefully he reapplied the mascara and touched up the eyeshadow with what he owned which wasn't much. He pulled the lace gag from their lips and held their cheeks tightly with one hand and a firm grip

"Now stay still for this~"

He hummed, pulling out his favorite red and painted their lips perfectly. A wide grin playing as he saw his finished work, Placing another love bite to his newest toys neck but this time sinking deeper then before making (Y/N) cry out in pain as he broke skin. Pulling back to lick the blood from his teeth as he saw the mark.

"P-Please let me go- I don-"

He grabbed their face again (Y/N) flinching from his touch as he reached forward to fix their hair so they looked perfect.

"I-I don't want this- Please let me go- I'm begging"

Buggy almost rolled his eyes- if it wasn't for how adorable they were he would have slit their throat for how pathetic they sounded.

"Listen, Just so we are clear~ I am letting you live as MY plaything it's either this or I slit your throat and throw you overboard and I reeaalllyyy like you so I'd rather not waste such a pretty face"

He said with a smirk, watching the gears in the performers face as they realized the situation they were in. Giggling at the sight of realizing they didn't really have a choice, which was perfect. Reaching down to pull at the ankle restraints, tossing one peice of the satin ribbons to the side. However keeping the wrist one.

"Now nod if you understand-"

(Y/N) left their stomach sink- This was it... they either be this manic clowns play toy or end up like the poor villagers- in those shackles or worse.. They nodded shakily, Trying to hold back the want of breaking into sobs. Buggy clapped his hand happily and smiled brightly, those watercolor eyes swimming with pure joy at them understanding and in his mind agreeing- He kisses their cheek at this like a mock lovers and ran his hands down their form with a excited glee.

"You're perfect, I knew you were from the moment I laid eyes on you- So pretty and talented. And best of all you haven't even stared at my nose! I hate it when people do that, yet you never did... My name is Buggy.. Captian Buggy. I wanna hear you say it-"

He said happily, locking eyes with them again with his twisted smile. A unnatural yet beautiful smile on his lips as he stared at them.

"B-Buggy.. Captian Buggy"

They whispered back which earned another kiss to the cheek. His eyes racking their form as they sat there, one pasty on their chest, the remains of their costume with the added satin ribbons. He couldn't help but get aroused by their appearance again, chuckling darkly as he stared at them. Without saying a word he grabbed them roughly by the shoulders and pulled them off the bed, Setting them on their knees as he sat infront of.

(Y/N) Looked up at him with wide eyes, noticing the large tenting in his pants as he sat infront of her. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he wanted.. Buggy chuckled as he admired (Y/N) for a moment longer before undoing his pants- Cackling as his as his cock sprung out of his pants like a spring.

"Pop Goes the Weasal~!"

Buggy cock like the rest of him was large and unruly, the head a deep pink with a base of deep blue curls. (Y/N) looked up at Buggy again, seeing him smirking at their expression of seeing this part of him.

"Don't be shy now~"

(Y/N) nodded softly, giving a small tug on the restraints for a second of hope however there was no give so that was that- Leaning forward they parted their lips and took Buggy fully into their mouth.

Their nose brushing against the unkempt blue curls as they carefully ran their tongue over the organ. Buggy grumbling out gentle moans as he stared down at them, his pupils blown up with desire as he watched them. Laying kitten licks down his cock and coming back up to gently suck on the tip of his cock, While it felt delightful Buggy was greedy and of course- Wanted more~

Grabbing their hair harshly and smiling as he slammed them down fully on his dick, feeling them squeak and gag in shock. Setting his own pace as he roughly forced their head to bob at unnatural speeds, Moaning out roughly as he did so. His hips starting to thrust into (Y/N) mouth, enjoying the sound of the mild gagging and noises escaping (Y/N).

He looked down and saw with joy the beautiful mess he had created- (Y/N) face was red with tears, messy mascara running down their cheeks and their hair a tangled mess in his gloved hands- But it was their mouth. Oh those dirty lips wrapped around his cock staining it red with lipstick that damn near made his cum right then and there.

Yanking them off his dick he watched them struggle to catch their breath, a delicate mix of his precum laying on their tongue and mix. While (Y/N) looked up at him with those watery eyes that made him burn. In his eyes they looked like a masterpiece.

"Fuck~ I don't think I can last long with you looking like that~ Guess we gotta rush the performance Baby!~"

He cackled as he quickly pulled them up to their feet by their hair smiling at the sob that broke through them. Quickly he pushed bent them over the mattress, Smirking as he made sure to tighten the satin wrist restraints and smiled.

(Y/N) panted hard, they felt their face pressed into the plush bedding of the mattress and their eyes widened as the peices started to fall into place. Glancing back as they saw Buggy undoing his shirt fully and Tossing it to the side, As well as taking off the bandana that held his hair up. Letting it fall lose down his back with a relaxed sigh before meeting the gaze of (Y/N) again with a crooked smile.

Like the survival instincts kicked back in they scrambled against the bed trying to squirm away and kicked their legs wildly. Buggy cackled and presses his lower half against their ass essentially pinning them- Using his legs to trap their own against the wooden bed frame.

"N-NO! Wait-t!"

They sobbed out but Buggy was quick in grabbing their hair again and yanking their head back.

"Now Now Now let's not make a fuss!~ I do think we've already crossed the line of no return"

He said with a laugh, using his free hand to grab their ass and pulled to give himself a nice view an access. Forgetting he hadn't removed the thong from them yet- however no matter!~ he used his thumb to move the fabric aside and grinned, 'So smart!' Ignoring the squirming from the performer begging and trying to escape he spit at the open hole before him with a grin before positioning himself.

"Good enough~"

Purring as he started to inch his way in. (Y/N) choked back a cry as they left him inch his way in, He was too large- Unfairly so! It felt like they were being split in half. That toe curling pain that borders on pleasure shot through their body as air seemed to evade their lungs.

"That's it... Fuck"

Buggy growled out from above them, Grunting as he slammed the last of himself into them having grown inpatient to wait anymore. His hands left their hair, instead positioning themselves on their hips, feeling the dig of his gloved hands into the soft bruised flesh. With barely any time to fully adjust he started to move-

A deep growl rumbled through his chest as he started to speed up the time of his thrust, (Y/N) felt hot like liquid fire was being drawed from their core from the forced pleasure pulling our rugged breathless moans as if they had been made for that sole purpose. A broken chores of moans and groans leaving their bruised lips at Buggys ruthless pace, Buggy moaned out loudly as he felt them tightening around him his hips starting to shudder.

(Y/N) babbling out incoherent moans and whimpers at the harshness of the thrust and the feeling of a orgasm so close to breaking through them.

"F-Fuck Fuck!"

He roared out, Slamming himself harder into them with a thundering speed. Pressing his chest against their back as he panted in their ear, his blue locks edged with sweat sticking to his forehead and fanning around (Y/N) as they screamed out moans- fresh tears running down their cheeks staining the mattress below as a forced orgasm ripped through their form- their body quaking from the force of the orgasm that shot through their body- Buggy grunting loudly as he slammed himself into them fully and came.

Buggy panted hard afterwards, Releasing their bruised hip and pushing how blue locks from his face. A series of panted curses leaving his lips as he pulled out of (Y/N) marveling at the damage he had done. Seeing them limp and barely functioning he scooped them up and placed them fully on the bed, Spreading their ass again to marvel at his claim.

(Y/N) laid there panting, The ache between their legs making it impossible to get comforble especially with Buggy's rough fingers rubbing against their abused hole. The world started to fade to black from the exhaustion from the day but Buggy's voice echoed around them with his twisted chuckle.

"I can't wait for tomorrow's show (Y/N)~"

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Kinktober 23

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

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A/N: Another continuation! This one is sort of a part 2 for my Toxic request that I did. Toxic ex-boyfriend Neteyam lights a fire in me. He's such an ass, but I love it lol. Plus, it's a lot of fun to write. I hope you guys like it. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: P in V, Jealous Reader, Low Key Toxic Neteyam, Low Key Toxic-Loving Reader, Biting, Creampie

There was no one that you had loved like Neteyam. But in that same vain, there was no one who knew how to get under your skin like Neteyam. Ever since the night of the party when he left you high and dry in the forest, it was like he was hell bent on driving you crazy. He got this twisted sense of satisfaction keeping your attention on him even though he had dumped you. Despite dropping you, he still wanted you to only belong to him. And you had a terrible habit of playing right into what he wanted.

You feel out of your mind these days. The way your face still gets frustratingly hot when you look at him and how the tip of your tail flicks, against your will, from side to side when he watches you. The logical part of your mind is scolding you for being still interested in him in any way. But you’d be lying if you said that the other part of you didn’t enjoy the power he still held over you. Maybe you were just as sick as him, after all.

Things finally came to a head when Neteyam made sure to make a big display of himself flirting with another girl in front of you. He’d lean in close to her and whisper something in her ear to make her giggle sweetly at him and she’d run her fingers along his muscles where they’d linger for a little longer than was really necessary. It made you sick to your stomach. Your chest felt hot with anger and…jealousy. Which was ridiculous. He’s your ex and he has the right to do whatever he wants with whomever. But when you see his fingers ghost over her face and start to trace her lower lip, logic gets immediately evicted from your mind.

All you see is red coming up behind Neteyam and it feels like your body moves on its own when you grab the base of his queue and tug hard on it pulling him away from his “conversation”.

“Ah! What the f—”

“Who’s your friend, love?” you ask dripping venom in your words.

Neteyam’s annoyance is quickly replaced by amusement at your actions while the girl looks at you in shock.

“Just a friend that I was—”

You cut him off again, “So nice to meet you! You won’t mind if I steal him away for a while, right? Great.” You fake smile at her as you drag Neteyam away through the trees.

Once you’re far away enough that you’re sure no one else can see or hear you, you release your hold on him. “What the hell is your problem?” you snap at him.

“My problem? I was moving on and talking to someone else. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” He has the most annoying, smug grin on his face knowing that he was purposefully pushing your buttons and you were dancing right in the palm of his hand.

“Don’t bullshit me, Neteyam. You know what I’m talking about. You just had that girl all over you when you know—”

“Know what?” he tilts his head teasingly at you.

Your mouth clamps shut in embarrassment and you let out a groan of frustration.

He steps closer to you and uses a finger under your chin to tilt your face up to his.

“If there’s something you want, sweetheart, I’ll let you have it.”

Fuck, you hate the way that the low tone of his voice makes you clench around nothing.

‘Fuck it.’ You think before practically throwing yourself into him and smashing your lips onto his. Instantly Neteyam’s hands are on every inch of your exposed skin. The kiss is feverish and messy, but full of so much want. He easily lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist walking over to a tree and pinning you against it.

He finally releases your mouth so that he can kiss and lick on your neck while he tried to undo the bothersome tie on your tewng.

“You’re—ah!...You’re still an asshole…” you pant out.

“Mhm” he hums still amused by your petulance.

“And I-I hate you…mmf!” it’s mortifying how it comes out in a whine.

“Yes, yes, I know.” He continues his mission of littering you in kisses and licks. Finally, he manages to get both of your tewngs undone and let them fall to the ground. He holds your hips in place for him to position himself just right so that he can slide you down onto him.

Neteyam wastes no time thrusting up into you and using his hands on your hips to move you in perfect time with his.

“Ahn…f-fuck! Neteyam! Haah…”

“Aw, what’s the matter, baby? Nothing to say now that you’re filled with my cock?” there’s that smug look again. He knows that your English isn’t great, but you loved the sound of him speaking it with his thick accent decorating the foreign words.

You feel yourself getting lightheaded from how you’re panting and your eyes are starting to cross getting lost in the sensation of his thick tip grinding against the spongey part of your walls.

And even though he’s completely buried himself inside of you right now, your mind is still sending you flashes of that other girl talking to him, smiling at him, touching him…touching what’s yours. It sends you into a spiral where a bone-deep urge scratches at the inside of your skull to reclaim what belongs to you.

There’s not a solid, coherent thought behind your actions. It’s purely instinct-driven when you sink your teeth into Neteyam’s neck. And when you bite him, you bite hard. Enough to draw small dribbles of blood from where your fangs had punctured his skin. He sucks in a sharp breath and lets it go in a stuttering sigh.

“Ah! That’s right, baby. Take it.” He says speeding up.

You still have no real idea what he’s saying, but Eywa, if he didn’t make it sound so sexy.

‘More. More. More!’ your body chants to you. It’s not enough. One bite won’t do it. You need to mark him more. Make sure that it’s obvious to everyone that he already belongs to someone. To imbed your scent into his skin so that all other females will steer clear.

You lick the small holes just enough to stop the bleeding and immediately find a new spot to mutilate. And another. And another, still. At this point, he’s starting to look like a chew toy, but neither of you could care less. You don’t stop until you’re satisfied.

When your head finally falls back against the tree, you’re trying your best to still the unsteady spinning in your mind.

“Look at me.” Neteyam growls out grabbing your face and making you look him in the eye.

“You love me, baby?” he asks in that unknown tongue again as he ruts into your clenching walls.

You nod your head with a whimper. You couldn’t care less whatever he’s asking you right now. He could be saying absolute nonsense in your ear right now, but as long as he kept fucking you like this, you would say yes to anything.

“You still mine?”

“Yes! Yes! Neteyam! Oh, Great Mother, I’m going to cum!”

“Go ahead, give it to me. Cum on my dick while I fill you up.” His thrusts become long and deep and your legs tremble in his hold. Your back arches off of the tree while your eyes roll and your toes curl when your release hits you full force.

The constant flutter of your walls hugging his cock like this make him finally spill and paint your insides white.

“Ahhh…Haah….haah…”

Neteyam holds you both still for a minute while you both catch your breaths.

“Vonvä'” you mutter to him. He just cracks a smile and kisses your cheek.

“Whatever you say, yawne.”

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(2) Cheater : dick grayson!version

third update today, damn it! I know I said I'll post it tomorrow, but it's done and I can't hold it anymore. God, I'm excited to post it! Therefore, I give you what you have been waiting for!

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: Sienna is obviously girlfriend's name

part 1

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After that first time there was nothing holding them back anymore. Just a touch was enough for both of their bodies to want more of each other, oh,

So.

Much.

More.

and who were they to try and fight the desire and the need of pleasure?

That was why Y/N was currently straddling Dick’s hips, using him to get high, his hands caressing her back, scratching it lightly to ignite her fire even more. He wanted her to get addicted to him, to only think about him, to completely lose control. He craved to see the freaky side of her and nothing could stop him from getting that. Normally he wanted to be on top, dominant, but he way she looked at him with those pretty, lustful eyes, slightly swollen red lips and with a breathless whisper practically begged him to let her take control made his strong will crumble in an instant. He would give her anything she wanted as long as he could keep her  in the sheets longer, closer, tighter to his body.  Preferably forever. For what he cared the world might as well stop existing. She was his world now.

Judging by the way she moved her hips, grinding against him, arching her back due to all his touches and open mouth kisses, panting and moaning, he was her world as well.

“God!” he groaned, one hand squeezing her hips, guiding her movements with proficiency and changing the angle slightly, eliciting a whimper from her. “Can you imagine how much time we lost? Just because you were resisting?’ he smirked, kissing her neck “and why, baby? We could have been doing it for so long now…..”

“Shut up!” she gasped, pressing his head to her skin more and he got the hint immediately.

“You want harder, baby?”

“Yes, please, kiss me more. Touch me more. Go rough on me. Mark me. Mark my whole body. I want everyone to know I’m yours. Yours. Ah!”   

“Like that, babe?” he bit on her collarbone and it hurt. It hurt so fucking good, making her hotter, wetter, needier.  She melted into him, quite literally.

“Dick….” Her hand found a way to his shoulder, digging her nails there, leaving crescent-shaped marks “Come here.” she cupped his cheeks and guided his lips back to hers. “just come here.”

Yes. All her inhibitions were finally gone and he couldn’t help the shit-eating smirk in the kiss. He did it. He made her crumble and now,  she was all his. Good girl was now gone for good.

The kiss was animalistic, predatory, almost like they wanted to consume each other.  Hands roaming freely, everywhere at the same time, overstimulating each other, torn between the crave to cum and get the full pleasure and feel of each other and the need to make this last longer.

“I need you closer.” Dick whispered, breaking the kiss, the string of saliva connecting their lips, sweaty bodies making each slap of skin echo through the empty bedroom. The window was open but the cool night air did nothing to make them calm down. If anything it only made them go faster “closer” he groaned, pulling her hips even more onto him, his cock going deeper and harder with each thrust and movement. “Y/N…..”

“Yes!” she grabbed his shoulder blades running nails over the muscles which were flexing under her touch, throwing her head back, being so close, so close, so fucking close. She only had half the mind to move her body faster, regardless of the tearing pain in her legs. She needed this, she wanted this, there was no way she was giving up now. “Dick….. Dick, god! Don’t stop…..”

“I know baby. I’m close too.” His mouth brushed her exposed neck, thrusting harder, helping her get higher and higher, unlike his kisses that travelled lower to worship her perfect, bouncing breasts, sucking on the pebbled nipples.

“Baby! Dick! Don’t stop! Give it to me. Please! Ah! Yes! Yes! So fucking good!”

“Ladies first.” He smirked “cum for me baby. Now.”

With another cry of his name, that followed right into the night, she let go, squirting right on his cock. He fucking made her squirt and the feeling of her juices dripping on him pushed him over the edge as well. Using the last drops of self-control he managed to pull out and cum on her stomach instead of painting her insides. Such a shame all that load went to waste, but that was the only way she would allow him to love her without condom. None of them had a breeding kink.

Not yet, at least.

But who knew what might develop in the future. Dick was pretty sure that the more he made love to her, the less reluctant she would be towards going raw.

But he was patient, once he learned she was not going to run away from him again.

He had her.

“I love you.” he gasped kissing her. This time softer, slower, coming back down on earth. “I love you.”

“Dickie…..” she mumbled, letting him have that sweet moment, hands tangling in his hair, ruffling those silky strands. “Dick….”

“This just sound so right. I don’t think I can ever stop saying that.” He caressed her cheek gently closing his eyes and enjoying those three words. “I love you. “

“I love you too, boy wonder. Bird boy. My boy.”

“Yes. I’m yours. And you’re mine. Say it.’

“I’m yours Dickie.”

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” he was absolutely ready to go for round three but she laughed lightly, putting a hand on his heart and stopping him.

“Give me a little break, my vigilante. I know you have stamina, but I’m not as resilient as you. “ Y/N tried to push him away a bit, but he just grabbed her wrist, putting it to his mouth and kissing it gently, nibbling on the soft skin,  before moving to brush his lips over each of her knuckles, the simplicity and tenderness of this gesture making her insides melt. His every action being the testament to the words of affection from before.

“Don’t ever push me away princess. Not again.”

“I promise. No more.” she gasped, her voice trembling due to the sensation, barely holding it in.

“Good,” Dick kissed her forehead briefly and moved away, making her whine for him “I’m just gonna grab some water and towel to clean you up, baby. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He put on his pants and went to grab the necessary things.

In the meantime, she reached for the blanket, wrapped herself in the soft fabric and stood up to stretch a bit. Her body felt as sore as it was alive because of him.  The second she put feet on the floor, her gaze travelled towards that little thing that Dick threw there before they really started going. The one that “wasn’t important”. And the sudden realization of what it was made her tense at once.

Her picture.

Right….

Cause, technically speaking he still had girlfriend.

Oh, the bubble burst and the reality hurt when Y/N bend and picked the photo, inspecting the damaged frame and broken glass. There it was. The real way Dick felt about his girlfriend.” It’s nothing important…”  was what he said. But was it really? Or maybe he was just playing with Y/N’s feelings and emotions, just trying to get what he wanted?

“Baby?” speak of the devil. He was standing in the doorframe, glass in one hand, cloth in the other. God! He looked so hot with his perfectly chiseled chest and abs on full display, mess of a hair and boyish look on his face.  His voice was laced with honey until he figured out what she was holding. “No.” it only took him a second to put the things away and move towards her. Slowly, he took the picture from her hands “No, baby. Don’t.”

“But……”

“Look at me.” He put a finger under her chin, looking deep into her eyes “every word I told you was true. I love you. I want to be with you.”

“I know…. But I also know that a broken hearted girl can act unpredictable and ….. dangerous….  I don’t want you to give up on me…. on us…. when she goes crazy and …..”

“Hey. She’s not going to hurt you. I won’t let that happen. I promise.” He pulled Y/N closer, giving her all the comfort he possibly could. What he did not say out loud was that his girlfriend (or rather ex-girlfriend, even if she didn’t know that yet) actually could be a bit of a psychopath.  After a while of the fake relationship with her he was actually painfully aware of that. But he was not going to let anything happen to his only true love, Y/N. He would protect her, no matter what it took.  “I can’t believe you think so little of me….” He muttered.

“Dick?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Kiss me again.” Y/N whispered, suddenly becoming hungry for his touch afresh.

He didn’t need to be told twice, out of instinct unwrapping the blanket from her body and grabbing her ass, lifting her up, her legs and arms wrapping around him tightly, caressing his chest and back, almost like she was in a trance.  Apparently Y/N changed her mind and found some more strength in her.

“You’re mine.” He repeated, almost like he needed another verbal reminder of that little fact.

It was just so easy to get lost in her. Until…..

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!” unknown female voice cut into Dick’s and Y/N’s moans and groans and all their sounds of pleasure, making them freeze immediately.

“Sienna?” Dick managed to say “What are you doing here?” his first reaction was shielding Y/N with his body. Ever the gentleman.

This was not good. Not good at all.

To be continued?

Tags(I swear I am not tagging ageless blog in my smuts, so either put it in bio or suffer in silence): @miraculous-panic @mvchmp @xlatinaaxx

[littlefireball]

CS|Lost Angel and Cunning Evil pt.2 (A/M)

Happy Birthday San!! Evil San x Angel Reader Smut|Both have wet dream of each other|Mentioned of masturbate|Oral (Reader receive)|Fingering|Making out|Unprotected sex|Reader lost her status as an angel|Being Caught|Public sex word count: 2.6K

Part 1

This is how he felt when he first saw you.

He should have taken you out without a trace, but he can't bring himself to do it. The moment your eyes lock, he feels himself falling. It isn't a cliché love-at-first-sight scenario; it is raw, primal desire at play. In simple terms, you are his soulmate.

It feels like a cruel joke fate had played on him. You both come from different worlds, so how could you ever be together? Yet, as he gets to know you, he realizes just how intriguingly different you are. Every gesture of yours captivates him, and every conversation with you ignites a fire within him.

He gazes into his crystal ball, watching you, while his hand wanders down to his erect cock, whispering your name. His longing for you grew uncontrollable, and you invaded his dreams repeatedly. In those dreams, you would moan his name, running your hands through his hair, urging him closer to you, so that his tongue could delve deeper in your cunt.

"My kitten is not enough, huh? So fucking horny."

"Please, please. I want more."

Tears well up in your eyes as the desire is hard to bear. Only his tongue is not enough, you need more. His tongue fuck you in a high pace, collecting your juices and rubbing against your wet wall.

"You're so sweet."

"Please, sannie. I want your cock."

"Don't be impatient, my angel. I need you wet enough for me so you don't hurt."

He suddenly sucks hard that makes you scream in high-pitch. His one finger slides into your cunt while his tongue moves back and forth. The warmth of his tongue and the sensation of being fucked by finger make you dizzy and moan so loud.

He pulls out his tongue and pushes two more fingers into you. You can't help but throw your head to the back and bury into the pillow to press against your groaning. Juices keep flowing out and even dripping, wetting both San's fingers and the sheet.

"So wet for me." He pulls out with satisfaction, puts his fingers into his mouth, and licks away your juices with a look of intoxication on his face.

"Fuck me please."

"Yes, yes. As you wish…my darling." His cock thrust into your warm cunt in one go…

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And this is your dream.

Your moans are stifled in your throat, leaving you only able to emit muffled sounds. Intoxicated by the endless make-out session, San's tongue intertwines with yours, sending a strange taste from his tip into your mouth. Despite the unfamiliar flavor, you surrender to his control.

A wave of satisfaction washes over your lower body, heightening the intensity of the moment: his cock slowly pushing into your cunt. This sensation is so amazing and totally different with fingers and tongue. Although you have no idea why you know that, you fall into this feeling and let it take over your mind.

He starts thrusting fast and hard once you adjust his size. Your body moves back and forth from his thrusting, causing the sheets to wrinkle together. His long, thick cock easily reaches your deepest part and his shaft rubs against your velvet wall. All is driving you both insane.

"You're so tight, I can't handle fucking it." He says between the kisses and keeps pushing. You bend your legs to allow him to go deeper, break though your limit.

"Hmm!" "Moan for me." He straightens his body and you break out a high-pitched scream immediately.

"Ah~fuck~~" He flips over you with a powerful motion, elevates your pelvis and enters you with all his might. Your breast sway intensely from his movement; the sound of skin slapping echoes the room, combined with both of your gasping sounds.

He grabs your hair and pulls it slightly, you throw your head and meet his lust gaze. "I can't get enough of you." He leans down to kiss you, sucking harshly, leaving a pretty red trail. His lips move to your jaw, your neck, finally stop at your nape, biting slightly.

"You're mine, only mine. Let me mark you."

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As you snap awake, the sensation of teeth piercing your skin fade into the background noise of a ringing bell. Breathing heavily, your body slick with sweat, you realize it's time to prepare for the day ahead. Your hand automatically reaches for the back of your neck, finding it unscathed. It is just a dream, but the intensity of it lingers, evidenced by the dampness of your underwear.

"No…why did I dream that? It's so unsettling…" You press your fingers to your temples, unable to shake off the disturbing images from his mind. Having an erotic dream is bad enough, but dreaming of a devil is even worse. If anyone were to find out, it would surely tarnish your reputation.

"I'm going to kill him and atone for this!" Quickly getting ready for the day, you resolve to push the dream to the back of your mind and focus on your tasks.

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"!!!" San awakes abruptly, unsure when he had drifted off to sleep, only to find himself aroused and his panties damp.

"Who dares to interfere with us?!" His eyes narrowed in frustration, a sense of irritation bubbling within him. "Is that fucking old man?" He glares up at the sky, a scowl marrying his features.

"I must take Y/N back to my side."

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The mission was completed surprisingly smoothly, with no demons standing in the way.

"Where is San?" You can't help but wonder why he doesn't show up. You want to see him, no, you should confront him.

"Tsk." You tap your foot impatiently, recalling the dream from that morning that had left you feeling a rush of heat, turning your face red.

"Are you okay?" Your team members notice your unusual behavior and approach you with concern, only to discover a mark on your wrist that belonged to San.

What's this?

"I'm fine. You and the others patrol this way, and I'll check the other side." Before you could finish your sentence, you hurry away, feeling as if you have done something wrong. Your team members exchange puzzled glances but still listen to your order and leave.

"Oh, there you are, my angel." A familiar voice echoes in your ears, and as you turn, you see San standing before you with a smile on his face. For some reason, you feel a surge of excitement and struggle to contain the urge to rush forward and embrace him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you miss me?"

"What do you mean?" He looks up at your wrist, and you notice that the mark on your wrist is glowing.

"What…?!" He steps forward and leans down, whispering, "I know you miss me so I come. I can hear what you said. 'Where. Is. San.' Am I right?"

"You…Shut up!" You immediately attack and he grabs your waist, leaning down and your back pressing against the tree.

You can push him actually but you didn't.

"That's your plan? Huh? Poisoned me, healed me, and then left a mark on me, so you can control my mind?"

"Oh you're clever. But I want to remind you one thing, I can't control your mind. If I could, I would have ordered you to kill you buddy."

"All I can do is read your mind only. It seems that we have the same dream, huh?" He whispers and licks your earlobe.

"Hm…! You get away from me!" Both of your hands are placed at each side of your head and he is too strong to fight back.

"You could definitely erase this temporary mark with your power, but why didn't you do it?" His knee presses against your lower core and rubs it; his breath falls on you, giving you goosebumps.

Yes, why didn't you do that?

"Hiss…"

"You can push me away, but again, you didn't do that."

Yes, why didn't you do that?

"I know you want more." He whispers and kisses you, his touch weakening your struggles as you become addicted to his embrace. The marks on your hands glow brighter, igniting a desire within you that you thought long suppressed.

Perhaps, deep down, you never truly wanted to resist.

"San…" you manage to murmur amidst the kiss but he stops your words by deepening the kiss.

"I know you have a wet dream of me, hm?"

"I…hm…" After a brief moment of locking eyes, he leans in to kiss you once more. You yield without hesitation, allowing his tongue to explore the depths of your mouth. The dreamlike haze begin to dissipate, replaces by a palpable sense of desire that only intensified between you both. The identity of the angel had long faded from your mind, leaving you feeling like a lost soul drawn inexorably towards the brink of eternal damnation.

His lips trace a path of fervent exploration over every inch of your being, igniting a fire within you that quicken your breath and stir your very core. Your bodies move in unison, drawn together by an undeniable magnetic pull that synchronize your heartbeats and body heat.

"I was meant to end you…"

"Is that so? Yet here we are, with you unable to resist." His eyes meet yours, brimming with a mix of lust and possessiveness. With one hand firmly gripping your waist, he gently caresses your face with the other, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear and lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

"You were never meant for heaven. You were never an angel, but you are my destined partner." His voice holds a blend of seriousness and seduction, drawing you in despite a faint furrow of confusion on your brow.

With these alterations, the scene takes on a more refined and nuanced tone, enhancing the tension and allure between the characters.

"Didn't you find it? You want me to kiss you, touch you, and even mark you. You are supposed to be disgusted and push me away, but you didn't. And you, an angel, used the lives of soldiers to eliminate demons. Is this really the work of angels?"

"You know how cruel you can be…"

His words begin to weave a seductive spell around you, drawing you in with an irresistible force. The moral boundaries that once hold you back are slowly crumbling, allowing dark desires to take root in your mind.

His hands trace a path down your body, slipping beneath your clothing. The cool touch sends a shiver down your spine, but you find yourself unable to resist as he ventures further.

"Let me help you, my dear." His lips brush against your skin, leaving a trail of fiery kisses that leave a mark on your flesh. His breath tickles your ear, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

As his kisses grow more fervent, you tilt your head back, offering yourself up to him completely. Your lips meet in a passionate dance, exploring every inch of your body as if he sought to claim it all for himself.

His hand find its way to your clit, teasing and caressing with a skillful touch. Your breath quicken, your body responding eagerly to his ministrations, craving more with each passing moment.

"You want my finger deep inside you? Say it, say you want me to fuck you."

"San…"

"Yah, my pretty pretty."

His fingertips lightly grazed the entrance to your core, teasing and tantalizing without fully entering. The slow, teasing motion left you yearning for more, aching for deeper connection, yet he holds back, a smirk playing on his lips as he savors your frustration.

"Hmmm…" "What? I can't hear you." With a sudden, decisive thrust, he plunges into you, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips.

You instinctively arch your body, opening yourself to him, only to be met with a shiver of anticipation. He withdraws his fingers, tasting your essence with a satisfied grin, relishing the taste of your desire.

"Hm?San?"

"What? I think you don't want it, so I stop."

"No, please."

"Please what? I don't understand."

"Please continue, I want it."

"Oh you mean this?"

Returning to you, he slips his fingers beneath your panties, swiftly penetrating your warmth. Your shy cry echo in the forest, your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"Yah, I want that."

"But you're an angel. You shouldn't have sex, even with a devil."

"No, I don't care. Just fuck me, San."

"As you wish, my baby girl."

In that moment, you surrender to the allure of forbidden pleasure, your inhibitions melting away under San's touch.

With a hunger for more, he delves deeper, adding a second finger and setting a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your body arch in response, every movement of his fingers sending sparks of ecstasy through you, each thrust a symphony of desire and fulfillment.

He continued to accelerate, growing more forceful with each thrust, reaching deeper and deeper into your most sensitive depths. His movements against your inner walls sent shivers down your spine, coaxing forth a steady flow of desire.

The symphony of your gasps mingle with the soothing sounds of water, heightening the intensity of the connection between the two of you. Your kisses are urgent, a fervent attempt to convey the depth of your passion and longing.

"I wanna fuck all my eggs into you."

"Then do it."

His eyes widen as if he was surprised by your response, but he quickly regains his composure.

"I have to prepare you." His fervor escalating to a level beyond comparison. You squeezed your eyes shut, a loud cry escaping your lips.

Every cell in your body seem to vibrate with excitement, as a steady stream of fluid marks the approach of your climax.

"San, I'm going to…" Just as you are about to reach your peak, a roar interrupted you.

"What are you doing!!!"

"How dare you betray God and the Kingdom of Heaven?!"

The sudden appearance of your teammates jolt you back to reality, their shocked expressions reflecting only disgust and disdain in their eyes.

"Tsk…dogs of God." San's calm demeanor suddenly transforms into palpable excitement, anger blazing in his eyes and a surge of fury coursing through his veins.

"Is it you who stand in our way?"

He issues a warning to those before him, as a dangerous aura began to emanate from his being.

"I'll be back soon." Locking eyes with you, he adopts a protective stance, shielding you from harm. Planting a tender kiss on your forehead, he then turns to face the imminent threat, his once gentle gaze now replaced by one of dread.

"No, San." You stop him as you step forward and hold his hand. "You don't have to do it."

"Why?"

"I will do it." A horrifying smile crept upon your lips, akin to that of a bloodthirsty lunatic, feeling immense excitement and anticipation for the slaughter to come.

"Lend me your power, San."

"Are you sure? I can do it for you."

"What I hate most is when someone interrupts me...or should I say us." You step forward and whisper, with a terrible face.

"Just lend me your power, Sannie." This pet name sends San a new height of pleasure. Shit, it must be good you moaning out this name when he fucks you.

"Yes, my girl." He takes your hand, a dark aura surrounding the two of you, intertwining around your limbs like vines, surging into your body.

"Just promise me you don't hurt yourself,huh?"

"Sure."

Your body not only rejects his power but rather fully embraces it, healing your wounds and granting you an unprecedented sense of strength.

The angels in front of you are unable to react, trap in their original places, overwhelm by shock, anger, and disbelief…all emotions surging through them, like chains cruelly fastening onto their nerves, rendering them immobile.

When they finally regain their senses, it is already too late, facing you with eyes shimmering with evil golden light.

"Who should we kill first?"

[temporarywelcome]

The X-Factor - Peter Maximoff

Chapter Two: Playful Flirting

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Fic Summary: Peter Maximoff and Alex Summers liked being X-Men, they really did. However, they both felt like they could be so much... more. And so they found themselves as film students traveling to a secluded farm in Texas for a documentary project, Peter immediately smitten with the owner's daughter, Y/N. However, Y/N, her parents, and the rest of the farm seem to be hiding a terrible, evil, secret.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: swearing, sex talk (no smut)

Read Chapter One!

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"I'm gonna be a star."

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Word Count: 1.4k

Camera in hand, Peter and Alex left their musty ass cabin and surveyed the farm, brainstorming ideas. 

“You should find the hot farm girl and ask her for that tour now,” Alex told him with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows, “And if she’s okay with it, we can film it for th doc,”

“Uhuh,” Peter wasn’t fucking listening. His eyes were staring dead at the hot farm girl Alex spoke of, Y/N, who was at the stable. She was so far, he could barely see her, yet his damn eyes weren’t leaving her for a second.

“Damn,” Alex rolled his eyes, “I take back what I said about Ms. Cowgirl giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes. It was 100% you giving them to her,” 

“Mhm,” 

“Peter,” Alex reached out and flicked his cheek, making him flinch.

“What?” he grumbled, swatting Alex’s hand away swiftly. 

“Ask your little girlfriend to take us on that tour,” 

“Oh. Yeah.” Peter scurried off with that super speed of his, Alex sighing and walking over.

“Hi, Y/N,” Peter said, already uncomfortably close to her. He awkwardly cleared his throat, taking a step back, “Whatcha doin’?”

Y/N jumped when he suddenly appeared in front of her, giggling softly, “Ah! You sure are fast, Mr.”

It then occurred to him it seemed she had no clue who he was. He was an X-Man for crying out loud, most people knew who he was. 

Well, an Ex-X-Man. But still.

“Oh, um, yeah,” he replied, “I'm a mutant.”

“I figured,” she replied, “Don't let my mama or daddy know that, they think yalls a bunch of freaks,”

“Er, noted,” 

“Your film buddy a mutant too?”

“Yeah,” Who cares about Alex? Peter was right in front of her!

“At least yall look ‘normal’.” Y/N shrugged, filling a bucket up, “Well, except yer hair,”

Peter's hand instinctively when to his silver strands, running his fingers through it, “True,” he frowned.

"Don't worry 'bout it. I rather like it,"

Cue the reddening cheeks, "...You do?"

"Mhm," and suddenly those warm hands were touching his hair and he saw angels. Holy cow. "They're unique. I like 'em,"

Red as a tomato. That's what he was. And so all he could do was giggle nervously, playing with the hem of his shirt as he watched her set the bucket down in a stall.“So… whatcha doing?” he repeated, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, just feedin’ the horses,” she replied, “Ever ridden one before?”

“No,” Peter shook his head, eyeing the horse in curiosity, “I don’t think I’ve even seen one in person before,”

“Wanna pet her?”

He hesitated, watching the overwhelmingly tall and burly creature in the stall, “She bite?”

Y/N laughed, “No,” she took his hand, and he thought he would start levitating in the air. He went to intertwine their fingers, then his dumb ass realized she grabbed it to pet the horse. Damn. 

She brought his hand to the horse’s neck, gently patting the rough skin. His eyes brightened almost immediately, “Woah,”

Giggling, she moved a bit closer to him, making his cheeks flush. “They have strong skin. Wanna brush her?”

Peter excitedly nodded, biting his bottom lip in nervousness. He then pouted as she released his hand from her grip. He continued to cautiously pet the horse as she grabbed a brush. 

“Here, like this,” she demonstrated how to brush the horse’s hair as Alex finally entered the stable. 

“You got distracted?” he mused, crossing his arms over his chest.

Peter shrugged, “Maybe,” Y/N handed him the brush and with a shy smile, he brushed the horse the same way she did. He awkwardly cleared his throat, “Hey, Y/N…?”

“Yes, suga’?”

Oh. he almost vomited out rainbows. Pure Skittles. Holy fuck. He wasn’t sure why a simple name had him practically trembling at the knees, but he fucking was. Holy fuck.

“Um,” his brain completely short-circuited, and he looked like a fucking idiot, “Can we have that tour now?”

“ ‘We’ ?” she glanced at Alex, “ ‘We’s a lot of people,” 

Peter could tell Alex was offended by that. Neither of them knew the extent of Y/N’s offer. It was only for him. Not Alex. 

“Oh,” he bit his bottom lip, awkwardly glancing at Alex then at his feet, “My bad,”

“It is what it is,” she put down the brush, “Lemme finish ‘ere and I’ll take ya both on the tour,” 

Peter sighed in relief, giving her a little smile, “Thank you,” 

Y/N walked off, and Alex rolled his eyes practically to the back of his head, “Might as well fuck, you two.”

“Jealous?” Peter teased, feeling giddy. He practically had the zoomies, bouncing from one side of the stable to the next, “I think she likes me,” 

“She miiiiight just want your dick, bro,” 

Peter stopped with the zoomies, pausing, “What?” 

Alex laughed, hesitantly reaching out a hand for a horse to sniff, “You think that hot chick has just miraculously fallen in love with you?” 

“Well, no,” To be honest, he kind of just assumed Y/N was just as much of a lonely loser as he was and was starved for a relationship. 

“I’ll bet twenty bucks she just wants dick, man,”

Peter sighed. Alex was his best friend, yes, but sometimes he really ruined Peter’s self-esteem. And so he clamped his mouth shut, suddenly not so giddy. 

Y/N returned, wiping her hands on her overalls, “Alrighty fellas, follow me.”

And Peter was back to following her around like a lost puppy, even though he knew that Alex was probably right. Alex was always right, wasn’t he? 

“Can we film you?” Alex asked, holding up his camera.

She smirked, doing a little twirl. God, she was so cute. “Of course. Gotta get used to ‘em cameras now, yeah?”

“Right,” Alex nodded and grinned, “Because you’re going to be a star!”

Damn you, Alex. He was always so good with his words. Always the one chatting up girls and getting dates. Peter was supposed to be the imagination of the duo, the writer, he was supposed to be the one good with words, but when it cames to girls his brain would immediately shut down. With girls, Alex was Shakespeare level, while Peter was… just ass. 

“Damn right Imma be a star,” Y/N giggled, practically skipping now. Of course Alex was the one able to make her smile like that. “Can you see me in a big time drama film?” she struck a pose and holy fuck she was the cutest girl ever. 

“Leading role,” Peter replied with a grin, trying to come up with a compliment that would bring her attention towards him. “I can see you outdoing Brooke Shields,” 

Y/N’s eyes brightened, “I saw a few films with her in ‘em. She a true beauty,”

“Nothing compared to you though…” he was complimenting her, but he was sure he was blushing way harder than her. 

“A star in the making,” Alex agreed, “I know just the genre I could see you in.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

Alex smirked, “It’s not an appropriate genre,” 

What the fuck. Maybe Peter and Alex should have discussed the boundaries friends don’t cross. Peter was obviously infatuated with this chick, why won’t Alex back the fuck off?

Y/N tilted her head to the side, “Not an appropriate genre?” she asked cluelessly, “I don’t know many genres, to be frank. We don’t have a television at home so I always gotta bike to town to see a film,”

Peter sighed in relief, glad she didn’t understand Alex’ gross flirtations. “Can we focus on the tour, please?”

“Right,” Alex held up his camera, “So we can film you?”

“Yessiree,” Y/N replied.

And so began the tour of butt fuck Springlake Farms. Alex, being the cinematography guy, was focused on getting shots of all the scenery they passed by, while Peter’s camera was stuck on one subject… Y/N. He was convinced she was the most beautiful thing to grace this forsaken Earth. God created humans and gave her as an apology. 

And suddenly she was talking to him, and he wasn’t even fucking listening. He blinked, trying to steady his thoughts, “...huh?” he asked dumbly.

Y/N giggled, “I said you catchin’ flies,”

He flushed in embarrassment, not realizing his mouth was open this whole time like a damn fucking idiot. “Er, no I wasn’t!” 

Alex better cut this damn part out of the film. 

Y/N just laughed, pushing a strand of silver hair from his face, “You’re special. There ain’t nobody else out there like you,”

And he was dead.

Well, no, he wasn’t, that would have been crazy. 

But he felt like he had just died and gone to heaven. 

She thought he was special. 

Nobody was like him.

Later that day, Alex had laughed, shaking his head and saying, “She barely knows you. She was definitely just flirting,”

Okay, and? Peter didn't give a fuck.

Flirting or not, it didn't sound too bad. 

[falling-star-cygnus]

I was an anon on some of your asks, the ones about Billy's past concerning his relationship with the Sons of Calydon and how the Cunning Hares might react to it, and I want to say that I love the amnesic Billy fic you made and I hope you keep making more fics because you're good at writing Billy!

Also, I just wanted to ask you if you can make a fic about Billy having an awkward or heartwarming reunion or homecoming with the Sons of Calydon and the people of the Outer Ring because ZZZ 1.2 is coming out soon. There have been leaks of characters and the new map area, and the new video about the Outer Ring was awesome, so the idea of Billy telling the Cunning Hare girls about his previous life and reconnecting with the people he once knew would be so nice to write.

I’M SO SORRY, THIS IS SO LATE -> and thank you so much for your kind words!

as of late, i've decided to close my inbox to focus on the requests I've already received :3 when those have been completed it'll be reopened, should y'all still be a fan <3

please forgive my tardiness, i do hope you've liked the Sons of Calydon content i've made thus far :{

So... sleepy..

Piper leans against the railing of the warm roof, lazily watching all the people go about their lives. It was such a nice sunny day.. perfect for a.. little... nap.

Or it would be.

Were she not being PELTED with ROCKS-

Itty bitty ones, Lucy's boars weren't mean, but the click-click-clack of pebbles against her forehead was annoying! Cruel, even, as it prevented the blonde from taking full advantage of the afternoon sun.

Ah.. but Caesar wanted her to keep a look out.

Meh.

Cracking open her mossy greens took more effort than Piper was willing to expend for such a menial task, buuut she powered through. Quite bravely, might she add. The two boars- one stacked atop the other- snuffled approvingly and finally, finally stopped their onslaught.

...huh?

Piper recounted.

Huh?

Two boars? Surely, that wasn't right.

One, two-

...

Piper rubbed her eyes.

One piggy, two piggy, three.... ee?

"Yowch! I'm awake, I'm awake!" the small girl whines, futilely raising her arms to block the next barrage of pebbles.

Counting sheep, pigs, what's the difference?

One more quick survey of the roof shows Piper that- yep, her eyes were not fogged with sleep... only two little boars were up here.

...oh no.

"LUCY'S GONNA KILL MEEEEEHEEHE!"

-><-...-><-

Piper now faces a new dilemma.

She can't leave the roof, Caesar explicitly told her to keep an eye on the people of Sixth Street. Or- well, she can't leave this area. She could probably leave the roof. Hm.

But if Caesar never finds out she left the area...

The two boars look at each other curiously, and then shrug as the blonde biker leans over the railing. If Piper can just spot a glimpse of red leather, she can grab it and get back to watching before the other two even suspect a thing.

Well.

She spots red leather alright.

About four shades too bright.

Is that...?

"Billy?"

The android stops humming, his endearingly goofy jaunt down the street coming to a confused halt. He'd gotten more expressive since he left the Sons..

Piper's hands twitch on the railing.

"If I run and jump at Billy, he will most certainly catch me in his arms," Burnice had said one day, before taking off running towards their android.

"Wait- Burnice, I'm holding Lucy!"

In the end, he didn't drop either of them. Lucy had been hastily moved to sit on his right bicep and the resident pyromaniac had koala-ed onto his side.

The verbal beatdown Lucy had given her was brutal, but it almost didn't matter when the three dissolved into laughs and cheers. All Piper could remember in her sleepy haze was...

..wanting to join them.

Billy left the Sons a few days after that- all without a word to the two youngest members.

Two yellow glass eyes meet mossy green irises.

The sleepy girl jumps.

"PIPER!?"

The android's arms are surprisingly comfy to land in- probably due to the spin he threw the two into to minimize impact- and it feels a little like tucking herself into bed.

Distantly, she can hear Billy squawking about 'giving him a warning first' and 'what if he hadn't caught her' and other junk. Like Billy would have ever let her 'splat against the pavement.' He was wayyy too protective for that.

She should've done this sooner... Piper already knew the android was comfy to lean on after so many nights curled into his side, but- eh... too much effort.

"Piper-?"

"Androids that disappear overnight don't get to say shit."

And oh. She was crying. When.. did that happen? It was like a dam broke somewhere in her chest- so much time had passed of resentment growing so silently that she hadn't even noticed it burned until she was face to face with the lighter.

Mechanic hands jolt from where they're holding under her legs and shoulders. Piper buries her face into his shoulder with a hiccup.

"Why didn't you tell us? Me and Lucy. Why did you just leave?"

It's a long second before Billy answers.

Uncharacteristically long, enough so that Piper wonders- through a blur of tears she can't stop- if he's going to respond at all or just keep rocking the sleepy girl like she's some child.

"...I'm sorry," the android settles on eventually, "I knew that if I saw you two again, I wouldn't be able to leave. That- wasn't fair of me. To just disappear on you."

It wasn't, and Piper hates that answer because it's true. She knows that if she somehow knew Billy Kid was going to leave that she'd ask him to stay and she knows he would have. And...

She's heard how happy he is with the Cunning Hares. From Caesar and Lighter and news headlines and the Phaethon siblings. Its.. not fair to take that from him either.

"You're the worst," she sniffs, clinging on to his shoulders, "I'm telling Burnice about the time you broke her flamethrower."

"What!? We agreed to blame that on Lucy's pigs!"

Piper stiffens immediately. Lucy's boars. Oh no.

"Piper?"

"I TOTALLY FORGOT I LOST ONE OF THEM!"

"YOU WHAT!?"

[Lucy sneezes somewhere on Sixth Street, and her loyal boar hands her a tissue]

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - ninety-two | lessons and small dogs

Yujin finished playing the song she had been practicing, The Red Hot Chili Peppers’ cover of Higher Ground, and looked at you for feedback. You thought for a few moments; you could see why she wanted to learn the song so early on - it really was fun to play - but she was still a little too uneven in her rhythm to be able to master it yet, never mind that she was completely new to the slap-pop style of playing. A classic instance of wanting to run before learning to walk. 

You couldn’t blame her, you were much the same way she was when you were younger. Though, looking back on it, you sometimes suspected that the pressure of deciding that the bass was going to be your ticket to freedom sort of insulated you in a way; you didn’t have the leisure of screwing up, getting annoyed, and throwing a tantrum about it, no matter how small. You knew that you had to learn to play it well - incredibly, even - you had to: it was your only way out. You couldn’t even take the time to get frustrated at yourself the way she seemed to as she played, facial expressions betraying that she didn’t like the outcome of her efforts. While you did learn the bass at Yunho’s house, there were swaths of time where he’d sit next to you and read with headphones on, and you robotically went through scales or rhythm exercises with the face of a factory worker who had been at it for hours.

Another memory you never thought your brain would cough up again.

“Was it bad?” She asked.

You inhaled thoughtfully. “Yujin, before we continue, I need you to do something for me.”

“Mhm.” She pulled her notebook over and grabbed the pencil resting on it.

You chuckled at her desire to make sure she did everything right. You were glad she was applying herself.

“I need you to change the way you phrase things. That’s the third or fourth time you asked me a question like, ‘Is it bad?’ in reference to your own playing; if you keep selling yourself short like that, you’re not going to be able to play well.”

She thought for a moment and put the pencil down. “Do I have to… have a huge ego about it or something? Is that why so many rock stars have huge egos?”

“Ah-- I mean…” You inclined your head for a moment as you chuckled at her question. “There could be something to that. But no, you don’t have to have a huge ego, you just need to not phrase things that way.”

She nodded.

“Okay, so, even if we compare your playing to my playing, I’m objectively a better bassist than you, right?”

She nodded.

“But that’s not because you’re bad, you’re just new, right?”

She nodded.

“And being new doesn’t make you bad, it just makes you new. If anyone seriously compared you to me, it would be pointless, because our skill sets are totally different.” You waited to see if she understood you.

She thought for a second and nodded again.

“And the way you get better is not by being mean to yourself and saying, ‘Is it bad?’ or, ‘It’s bad, right?’ the way you get better is by being honest with what was wrong with it, you can take a breath if you’re frustrated, and then take the time to improve.”

“But the playing is bad…”

“But,” you stopped her, “It will get better. But if you keep treating yourself like that, one of two things will happen: one, you’ll get in the way of your own progress; or two, you’ll make progress but you won’t have any confidence in it because you will have worn it down by bullying yourself the whole time you were learning.”

“Bullying?”

“Yeah, that’s what you’re doing to yourself.”

She thought.

“It’s the same as if someone else came over and said that to you, no?”

She looked up at you, horrified at what she had been doing, and nodded enthusiastically.

“And being kind is punk, right? So if you really want to be punk, like, really really, the first person you need to be nice to is yourself.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I get it.”

“So I’m going to correct you from now on, if you ask me a question like that, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Alright. So, to finally answer your question: it’s getting there, but it needs work. So show me the main riff again.”

She played just that segment. 

You heard the door open and turned to see who it was. No one should be bothering you, since you had the room booked. Soul peeked his head in and Yujin looked up.

“What?”

He jolted, somehow surprised she saw him. “Can I hang out? My lesson ended early.”

She sighed. “Fine, come in.”

He smiled and walked in, grabbing a chair and sat near the two of you so he could observe.

“Aren’t you missing a bass?” You asked.

He laughed.

“Why’d your lesson end early? Were you better than this drum teacher too?”’

He smiled wildly and nodded. “They told me I should ask Wonderland for a band drum teacher.”

“Band drum?” Yujin asked.

“Like a drum line?” He drummed on an imaginary marching drum set. “He said they might be able to keep up with me.” 

“If only Neil Peart were alive, we could have called him.”

He smiled bashfully.

“I hope you don’t mind if we go back to our lesson, though.”

He nodded and sat back to watch.

You caught Yujin’s eye and laughed softly and she rolled her eyes and smiled. “Let’s practice that main riff together, okay? Slowly.”

You counted off and the two of you played it together, slowly, hitting your thumb against the string and pulling another as you fretted.

“That was pretty good,” you said.

She nodded.

“So… have you ever heard the phrase, ‘read between the lines’?”

“I have!” Soul said, sitting up and raising his hand.

You fought back a smile. 

You and Yujin shared a glance.

“Soul, why are you crashing my class?”

“Oh--! Sorry.”

You laughed. “Tell us what it means, since you’ve decided you’re here to work.”

“Work?”

“You just made yourself a student,” Yujin said.

You nodded.

“Oh! Uh… doesn’t it mean to like… look for the things in between the words someone says to understand their actual meaning?”

You nodded. “That was pretty good. So yeah, someone could say something like, ‘Your outfit is so nice!’ but if they’re saying it with a mean tone of voice, you know they’re not actually saying it’s nice, right?”

He shook his head. 

“So you have to look at places other than the words to get the full effect of the meaning, right?” You looked to Yujin.

She nodded.

“That’s what we’re doing here, we’re playing the notes - that’s the words - but we’re not including the full context of what this riff should sound like. So, if I play it at full speed like this:” you played it the way Yujin had been playing it, playing the notes themselves but leaving out the percussive in-between noises, as she had. “That sounds much different than if I play it like this:” you played it again but included the percussive in-between noises. “It sounds a lot better, right?”

They both nodded.

You exhaled a laugh.

“It sounds more like drums in the second one,” Soul pointed out.

You nodded, “It does, right?” You turned back to Yujin. “But those sounds don’t come from just the notes, they come from all those ‘ghost notes’ in between the notes that are written down. And they make the bassline sound that much smoother and cooler.”

“Got it.” Yujin said.

“Do you want to try it again?”

She nodded excitedly. “I think I get it now.”

“Okay, you ready? One, two, three, four…”

The lesson over, Yujin and Soul could have gone on their merry way, but decided to accompany you back to Crom3r’s studio, Soul carrying both amps while you and Yujin carried your instruments.

“I’ll email you the video links with the different rhythm exercises you can do. And make sure to practice with the metronome, okay?”

“I will.”

“You help carry the band’s sound, you need to become rhythm itself.”

She nodded.

“Become one with rhythm,” you said like a prophesying witch in a movie, doing a spooky hands gesture.

She laughed. “When do you get your own studio?”

“Soon I think. The room needed some work and they found a couple things that needed to be fixed, but I think Buildings is bringing the new furniture soon. Then we can have our lessons in there and we won’t need to carry stuff back. Thank you, by the way, Soul.”

He smiled. “Yujin said she’d buy me fried potato if I carried them.”

You looked at Yujin for a moment and she looked up.

“I thought you were just doing it to be nice.”

“That too.” He smiled again.

You looked at Yujin, questioning her silently.

“He’s food-motivated.” She shrugged.

You laughed. 

When you got to the studio door, you opened it for him and he put both amps with the other stuff. You put your bass down.

Hongjoong looked up and nodded at them. “Hey you two. How were lessons?”

“Pretty good.” Yujin nodded and smiled.

“I need a new teacher again.” Soul smiled.

Hongjoong went to say something, stopped himself, closed his eyes and sighed. 

“He said you should hire me someone that teaches drums for marching band.”

He tilted his head in thought. “That might not be a bad idea. It’ll at least keep you from getting bored. I’ll call up some friends in the states and see if anyone wants to come out here to teach you for a few weeks, we can’t have you stagnate because you’re too good.”

He nodded quickly.

“Also, Mingi got back to me and said he’s okay if you want to come to the dance studio, but it had better not interfere with your drumming ability.”

“You said that or he said that?” You asked.

“Both of us are saying that.”

You nodded.

“Drums first and then dance,” Yujin said, pointing at Soul like she was scolding him.

He nodded.

She turned back to you and Hongjoong. “We have to get home. See you next time!”

“Remember what I said earlier, Yujin: be nice to yourself.” You said. “Bye Soul.”

“Bye, guys.” Hoongjoong said.

“See you, producer Kim! Bye miss t/l/n! Your lesson was very nice!” Soul waved as he followed Yujin out the door. The door closed behind them

“He’s so odd,” you said as you sat down.

Hongjoong chuckled. “He’s an incredible drummer though. If only we could get a teacher who was better than him. I don’t want his skills to decline while he waits for the others to get prepared for debut.”

You nodded. “Did he have a teacher or is he self-taught?”

“His dad told me he had started with one, and then surpassed them so fast that he ended up teaching himself in the end anyway.”

“Ahh.”

He nodded.

“Maybe he should make a Youtube channel and do drum covers. He’d have something to do, and he’d make some predebut money on the side.”

“Ohh, that’d be a good idea… Maybe we could do something where he has a week to learn a song and we can have him go around to ask the staff to pick them at random or something. It’d help gin up excitement for the band as our new talent as well.”

“Ooh, that could be fun.”

He nodded and noted it down. “I’ll email him and his parents to come in and I’ll pitch it to them. If he says yes, we can assign a manager and some staff to help him out.”

You nodded. “Good idea.”

You made some notes on Yujin’s progress and what you wanted to cover for the next lesson, and Hongjoong went back to what he was doing before you walked in. The two of you worked silently for a while, when something in the studio squeaked.

You looked up from what you were doing and looked around. There’s no way a mouse or something would have gotten in, right? Then again, one of the janitors told you that, in addition to the cola staining from the old producer torching his soundboards, there was also food in the mess; and mice were well known for chewing holes in walls and moving through them from room to room. You looked around for a few seconds, praying that there wasn’t going to be a mouse problem - like a sort of last-ditch, leftover, final ‘fuck you’ from the producer who left - when you realized what the squeaking was coming from.

Or who, rather. You hadn’t even realized he was there when you came in.

“Maddox?” You asked.

He was laying on the couch with his arm over his eyes. He lifted it so he could look at you.

“Is that you making that noise?”

“Yeah?”

“Oh. I thought it was a mouse or a… small… crying dog.” You shook your head and went back to what you were doing.

“I’m a small, crying dog.”

You looked up to see him nodding slowly, seeming to take the comment to a very deep place in his psyche.

“I didn’t mean--”

“No, you’re right. I’m a small crying dog, and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You didn’t know how to respond and looked to Hongjoong for help. He pointed at his phone.

You took yours out and looked at it.

Hongjoong was right though, after a few more minutes of weird squeaky noises that made it sound like he was arguing with himself in some strange, rodental language or another, Maddox seemed to have a flash of inspiration and started writing furiously.

The next day you arrived to work a little late by accident and walked into the see zero Hongjoong, just one Maddox playing guitar by himself.

“You started early.”

He shushed you quietly.

You watched him for a few minutes, grabbed your bass from where it normally sat and took it out of the case quietly. He strummed one melody, a second, a third, before getting frustrated and strumming all the strings at once angrily. He threw his head back and sighed.

“The third one wasn’t too bad.” You sat down in a chair and used your feet to pull yourself over to him, bass in your lap.

“No?” He asked as he looked at the ceiling.

“No. I might have put a bassline like…” You thought for a moment and strummed something to compliment what he had been playing.

After a few moments, Maddox tore his eyes away from the ceiling and watched your hands as you played. He hit the record button for the office mic and pulled it over so it was in between the two of you, and began playing what he had been playing before he lost his temper at himself.

“What about this?” He asked and changed to a new melody and you changed to a new bassline to suit it. He replayed the first thing he played and you created another bassline for that as well.

He stopped and stopped the recording. “How are you so good at that?”

“At playing? Or do you mean improvising?”

“At improvising. You take like a second and you know what to play.”

You thought for a moment. “I think when you know a lot of music and-- a lot of different kinds of music, like I do, it makes it easier to hear something and think of something that might go with it.”

He nodded. “I guess if you’ve been playing since you were a teenager, that would make sense.”

“How long have you been playing?”

“I only started learning a couple years ago. I was hoping it’d make writing songs easier.”

“Has it?”

“I don’t know.” He sighed.

You nodded and stood.

“What are you doing?”

“Get up and shake.”

“What?”

“Get up and shake.” You shook your hands and your whole body.

Maddox got up and imitated you before laughing. “What is this supposed to do?”

“Just play whatever you want. Art is about experimentation, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Just throw it out there, yeah?”

“Throw it out there?”

“Yeah! Throw it out there.”

“Throw it out there.”

“No rules, no rules.”

“No rules.”

“There’s no rules.”

“No rules!”

“Hit the record button!”

Maddox hit it and started playing, fumbling for a few seconds, before finding a melody. You listened for a couple seconds and joined him with a bassline.

“Oh. It’s always nice to see your children getting along.” Hongjoong said with a smile as he walked into the room.

Maddox stopped the recording.

“You don’t have to stop on my account.”

“I do if you’re talking.” Maddox turned to the computer and put the file onto his usb. “I’m going to try working on this in my studio. Thanks, t/n.”

“No problem. I hope you figure it out.”

He smiled and took his guitar and his other things with him.

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[signed-sapphire]

The Fallen Star ✨ Wish Reimaigned

Chapter 2 - The sorcerer

Tw: minor injury, flashing light in a gif, panic attack below the red “boom” (check the comments for a summary of what happens)

Chapter 1

Asha made her way over to the teens. She would inform them of her Sleepy/spindle idea at once.

“I’m sure the Royal Healers will find a way to help your Saba,” Dahlia was telling Hal sympathetically.

“..yeah,” Hal murmurs. She seems to remember herself and puts on a smile. “Yeah, he’ll be okay! My Saba is a fighter!”

“That’s the spirit,” Safi grins.

“Dario!” Hal exclaims, momentarily forgetting her plight. She runs up to a lanky teen and hugs him tight.

Dario grins and signs something with his one free hand.

“Oh, sorry!”

Hal steps back and Dario signs, Sorry I couldn’t make it! Gabo was busy training and I didn’t want to leave him alone.

“My abuela’s always like, gotta work to protect the royal couple,” a voice from below grumbles.

“Gabo! Glad you could make it,” Hal smiles.

“Hey, Hal.” Gabo crosses his arms. “Like, they’re infinitely powerful! Amaya knows potion magic! And there’s nothing Magnus wouldn’t do to protect his wife— even his daughter! For some reason…”

“Ahem.”

Gabo freezes at the towering figure above him. Asha glares down at the short peasant, nostrils flared. “Ah, Grumpy. I’m surprised no one has trampled you yet.”

“I’d offer you the chance to do it yourself but Your Royal Highness wouldn’t want to dirty her shoes with the peasants, would she?” Gabo snarks.

Asha crosses her arms. “You’re the grandson of the captain of the guard. Unlike your gaggle of friends, you’re not a peasant.”

Gabo huffs. “Thanks for the insult, Highness.”

“Gabo,” Bazeema hisses.

Gabo shrinks. “Sorry, Bazeema.” He glances up. “Sorry, Your Highness.”

Asha rolls her eyes. How sincere. “Anyways. You look sad, Happy. Which is ironic, considering you are usually very… loud. This is a nice change. But Magnus has his reasons. Sorry.” She turns to Sleepy. “Besides, I have the perfect idea to keep you awake.”

“Huh?” Simon yawns and turns to Asha.

The princess taps her foot. “Well,” she says addressing Simon, “it’s this magical spindle that pricks you whenever you start feeling sleepy! It’ll keep you awake! I know, I know. Amazing. What can I say except ‘you’re welcome!’” she smiles.

Dario signs something that has the other teens snickering, giving Asha an innocent look when she glares at him.

Gabo snorts. “Thanks for the ‘advice,’” surrounding the last word with quotation marks, “but we really don’t want any more royal decisions that ultimately end up helping us none.”

“Gabo,” Dahlia says cautiously.

“My— Magnus has reasons for what he does,” Asha says.

“Hal’s Saba is sick!” Gabo exclaims. “What reason does he have?”

“Gabo,” Dahlia warns.

“Watch your tone,” Asha says sharply.

“Why should I listen to you?” Gabo rolls his eyes. “You didn’t do anything to deserve being the princess—"

“Gabo! That’s enough!” Dahlia says firmly.

“What? She’s not even their daughter! All she did was have a “boo-hoo, I’m so sad” childhood and now she thinks she gets to dictate people’s lives—"

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Asha snaps. “I am your princess and you will respect me or so help me I will ban you from Rosas forever and you’ll never see your friends again!” She growls.

Asha exhales and runs a hand through her hair “Take him away.”

The guards hesitantly herd the teens off as Asha storms past them into the castle, Valentino scrambling to follow her.

She tried to help them, and this was the thanks she got?

“They’re so infuriating!” Asha shouts, slamming her door. She yells and grabs her vanity chair and throws it across the room, only for a magical blue net to catch it and gently return it to its place. A note pops onto the chair.

Asha groans and flops onto her bed, grabbing her pillow and screaming into it.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Valentino bleats and nudges Asha with his horns. Asha rolls over and pets his fluffy head. “Thanks, Val. I just… I know I’m not magic like Magnus. But I’m going to be. Soon. Just a couple more months until I’m eighteen. Then I’ll show them.”

Valentino tilts his head.

“I’ve tried Amaya’s “make friends” idea,” Asha deadpans. “It didn’t work.”

"Behhhh."

“What do you mean? Of course I tried!” Asha exclaims. “I was as nice as I could be!”

"Behhhhhhh."

There’s a knock on the door, the knock Anna did on Elsa’s door.

Dun dun dun dun dun

“Asha?"

“Come in,” Asha mumbles into her pillow.

Magnus steps inside. Valentino jumps up and bleats happily. The king grins and pets the goat’s head.

“Hey, Mags,” Asha says imperceptibly.

“Are you alright?” Magnus asks softly. “I saw you running off after the meeting.”

“I’m fine. Your roses come with a bunch of thorns, that’s all. You should prune the lot of them.”

Magnus sits by Asha’s bed. “Want to tell me what happened?”

Asha rolls her eyes and sits up. “Just… people are stupid.”

“Which people in particular?”

“Grumpy,” Asha mutters. “Him and his stupid friends.”

“The group of friends you were interested in joining?”

“What? No!” Asha exclaims. “Why would I want to join them? They insulted me! Well, he did, at least. Stupid little rose,” she grumbles.

“Grumpy… grumpy grumpy— ah! Little rose,” Magnus nods. “Was it Gabo Noceda?”

“Yes, it was Grumpy Whatever-The-Crap-His-Name-Is.” Asha crosses her arms.

“What did he say?” Magnus asks.

“Nothing. I’m fine. Just some bull about how I’m not really your daughter and I can’t do magic like you,” Asha mumbles.

Magnus purses his lips. “I see. I shall inform Captain Noceda of this as soon as possible.”

“Don’t. It’s fine,” Asha says. “I’m turning eighteen in a couple months. You can just grant my wish then.”

Magnus raises an eyebrow. “So you want to talk about this now?”

“Talk— talk about what?”

Magnus smiles. “One: Asha, you are my daughter, and you are Amaya’s daughter. We love you, you are part of our family, and you will always be loved. Okay?”

Asha looks uncomfortable.

“And two: we’ve been over this. You can tell me your wish, Asha. I promise I won’t judge,” Magnus says earnestly.

“I told you. I want to be a sorceress,” Asha says simply.

Magnus smiles softly. “Come with me, yeah?”

“I really don’t think—"

Magnus was already out of the room. Asha groans and contemplates throwing something again. Maybe out the balcony. Maybe it would land on Grumpy’s head. Oops.

She decides to follow Magnus instead. Valentino trots alongside her as they walk to his study, where Magnus waves a hand and the crystal doors open to the wish room.

Asha closes her eyes and basks in the glow of the wishes. “They’re… everything.”

“They are,” Magnus agrees. “They are the true essence of a person. A part of their heart. The very best part. As long as they stay here, they are protected. And they remain safe. When you turn eighteen, Asha, your wish will join them.”

He floats the wishes down, admiring them softly. “When that happens, I’d rather know your wish already than find it out on my own.”

“Mags, stop prying, okay?” Asha crosses her arms. “I told you. My wish is—"

“That may be a wish, but I only guard one’s true wish,” Magnus interrupts. “I can feel them, Asha. A sorcerer knows.”

“And when I’m a sorcerer, I’ll know too,” Asha retorts.

Magnus massages his temples. Teenagers.

How am I supposed to get through to her? I just wish—

Ah.

“Would it help if I told you my true wish?” Magnus offers.

Asha’s eyes dart to him. “What?”

“My wish,” Magnus clarifies. “I don’t think I’ve ever shown you it.”

“N-no,” Asha stammers, “you haven’t.”

Magnus grins. “Five years in our family and I’ve never once showed you? We must fix that!” His eyes are sparkling.

Asha winces, then walks up to Magnus, where he’s floating down the wishes. Music starts playing.

🎵 A Wish Worth Making 🫧

Magnus

Asha

The wish of someone like me

Magnus smiles at Asha as the room fades to a dark greyish

Someone whose hopes were in despair

Wind picks up and shows Asha’s sketchbook flipping, Magnus’ magic swirling and dancing onto the paper

After the smoke and screams

We see a sketched young Magnus (created from his magic, she didn’t actually draw this) look around the rubble

After the dust cleared from the air

He’s hugging Young Asha

I made a wish, with my whole heart

Holding her close, she’s sleeping and his hand is cradling her head, Amaya is sitting next to him

To never see yours breaking

Looking up at the Stars, seeing a small one peeking out from behind the clouds

That was my wish worth making

Yeah, everybody dreams

Real life Magnus, wishes dancing around him, the drawings fly off the paper to see Magnus and Young Asha studying books together

To be something, someday, somewhere

Even kings and queens

Daydream to be free from their royal chairs

I see a dream that’s got your heart

Clasping Asha’s hands

It’s not magic you want to be reaping

So tell me. What’s really your dream worth dreaming?

Asha pulls her hands away and turns off

I started as a wildling

Page flips back to drawings, Younger!Asha playing in the Hamlet

Playin' in the sun

Then that night came and crushed my dreams

A shooting Star flying into her house

I told them that the day would come

Young!Asha sobbing over Sakina and Tómas’ bodies

So I must wait my time

Young Asha with Magnus now, seeing a magic book labeled “Bringing Your Ohana Back”

You tell me, "Be nice, play fair"

Jumping off the pages again

But if I want to bring back mine, yeah

Real life Asha singing

I can’t be close to you, I have to prepare

Turns back to Magnus

'Cause I feel it in my heart

There's no way you're not sowing

A new dream that I have to stop growin'

My wish is to not be apart

Singing over the light drawings as the room starts fading in again

But that means your heart breaking

Looking fondly at the light doodle of Magnus going back to being just ink

I can’t tell you my wish worth making… 🎵

Asha sighs, then turns back to Magnus. “I told you. I want to be a sorcerer. Just like you.”

She gives him her best Princess Smile™️. Luckily, Magnus seems to buy it.

“Fine. I’m letting you off the hook for now!” Magnus smirks. “But I’m getting it out of you somehow. Maybe during the Wishing Festival?”

Asha freezes.

“Will you be joining us this year?” Magnus asks softly.

Asha doesn’t respond.

“Asha?”

“Thanks for the talk, Mag. I’ll be in my room.”

Asha walks out of the room without a second glance.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Asha doesn't head to her room.

No, while in the wish room, Asha had a different idea on how to make Grumpy eat his words.

Magic.

Now, Asha wasn't magic. She didn't study the textbooks during those years growing up. But she knew which books taught you magic.

Including the special books that Magnus kept locked up in the cellar. His secret cellar. The one thing that remained untouched by the Stars that destroyed the previous kingdom.

Rosas was built on its foundations. Literally and figuratively. Magnus used a spellbook from the cellar to create the barrier around Rosas that kept Stars out. Surely Asha could use that spellbook to give herself magic a bit prematurely.

"This isn't to prove anything," Asha explains to Valentino. "This is just for me to get to my goal faster. Seeing Grumpy's happiness get crushed is just a bonus."

Valentino gave her a look.

"Come on, fluffy. Surely you'll want to know what they're like," Asha reasons.

“Baaaaaa.”

"Agreed. Let's hurry," Asha says.

She ducks under her adoptive father’s desk as he walks past, murmuring something about protection. She waits until he leaves, then crawls out and heads towards a lever on the wall.

Magnus had told her that was the one thing off-limits in his office. To never touch or pull it. He made her promise.

Asha pulls the lever. There's a shift, and then a click. The spiral pattern on the stone floor starts to move, and Asha watches as it opens up to a staircase, candles lighting them up like this ⬇️

"Here we go," Asha murmurs. "Come on, baby."

Valentino shakes his head. “Behhhhhh!”

“Okay. Wait here. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Asha promises. “You be my lookout, okay?”

“Behhhhhhh!” Valentino bleats worriedly. (You’re right Anny, this is peak dialogue)

Asha kisses his forehead and descends down the stairs. The flames cast eerie shadows on the walls.

Asha shudders and presses on.

At the bottom of the staircase is a hallway, prison cells lining the walls. At the end is a door that leads to a large library. In the center of the room, on a pedestal covered in a glass case, lies the spellbook.

It’s old and leather bound, with an orobourus wrapping around two eyes (a sparkle shape and an oval). Five points stick out of the snake, forming the shape of…

A Star.

It’s… not what Asha remembered.

Asha studies the glass cover. There’s swirly designs of… dragonflies? Curiously, she reaches out, her finger brushing the glass.

There’s a zap, and the insects burst out of the glass.

Asha shrieks and starts swatting at the bugs diving at her. A sudden, sharp pain bites her hands.

THOSE WERE DEFINITELY NOT DRAGONFLIES!

Asha spews out curses as more red-hot needles stab into her skin, running around to avoid being stung.

Avispones!

Asha rips off her sash and slips off her outer dress, running from the hornets as she ties the end into a knot. She jumps around, catching bugs in her makeshift net.

Her hands and arms are covered in stings by the end of it. Asha covers her mouth and screams. What did she do to deserve this?

“Life is so unfair,” Asha mutters as she yanks off the glass cover and flips open the book. “Fire magic… rules of a genie… how to turn your household items into your servants?” Asha peers through the pages. “I’m not even going to ask.”

Finally. Asha stops on a page with moons and stars. “How to gain magic quickly and easily,” Asha reads. “‘Simply tear out this page and use it as a sorcerer’s hat. Then, harness the magic inside.’ Kind of vague.”

The page was still intact. Figured someone as powerful as Magnus wouldn’t need the assistance.

Asha tears out the page and curls it into a cone, placing it on top of her head. Immediately, the hat starts glowing and pulsing blue. A burst of magic explodes out of Asha’s fingertip and hits a broom leaning against the shelf.

Asha covers her mouth as the broom sprouts arms and starts sweeping.

“Ohmigosh. It works,” Asha breathes. “It works! It works!”

She does a little happy dance. “Take that! Boom, baby! Although I will have to find a way to pretty you up,” she says to the hat. “You’re sort of ugly right n— hey, watch it!”

The broom nearly ramms into her leg. Asha loses her balance, and another burst of magic shoots out of her hands. It ricochets around the room, and Asha yelps and ducks.

It shoots into the makeshift net housing the hornets, and Asha swears as she scrambles up and runs from the now free hornets.

“Get away! Stop it! Go away!” Asha shrieks as she runs, blasting more magic at the devils chasing her.

The broom kept on knocking things off shelves. More bouncing magic blasts crashed around the room as Asha kept missing her attackers.

That’s when one of Asha’s magic blasts hits the spellbook.

Even the hornets freeze.

Asha holds her breath.

…

…

…

BOOM!

Asha is thrown back. She cries out as her back crashes into the shelf.

She lands on shattered glass, the shards digging into her skin. Red fills her vision.

Red.

Fire.

Smoke.

Asha can’t breathe.

She can’t move.

She gasps for air. She’s running.

Run. Run where?

Up. Up is the way the Stars go.

No Stars.

Her vision blurs.

She’s running somewhere. She sees Stars.

No, those are statues.

Star?

Painting. Get it together.

The walls are crushing in. The walls are falling. Falling onto her.

She collapses somewhere. There’s something soft. It will suffocate her. Asha crashes against the floor, clutching her throat.

Her hands are burning now. She couldn’t care less.

She can’t breathe. There’s a ringing in her ears.

Suddenly, something suffocates her.

Heavy, heavy weight. Asha chokes.

The something is pulled off her, onto her legs.

There's a new weight over her legs. An anchor.

Her hand moves on its own. Soft, something soft. But not bad soft.

Asha gasps in, and she can breathe. She drinks up the air greedily, trying to get as much oxygen as possible.

There's a soft bleat.

Fluffy. Asha is petting something fluffy.

Slowly, she regains awareness of her surroundings. She’s in her room. She’s against her bed.

She’s safe.

“Behhhhhh,” Valentino bleats.

Asha gasps in another breath. She inhales deeply, then lets it out.

Valentino had pulled down her blanket and laid his head on her legs. He was her anchor, her air.

Asha takes in another shaky breath.

"Thank you, baby," she whispers.

Valentino nuzzles his head against her leg.

They stay like that for a while.

Chapter 3

Author’s notes

Idk how I feel about this one??? Feels a bit fast but oh well. This is the inciting incident, like how movie!Asha’s was her interview with Magnifico.

Ajskahdkajskjas this is not really paced out like @annymation’s KOW fic (go check it out! It’s finished, it’s beautiful, it’s a homage to Disney’s 100th!) but oh well. I’m being stabbed in the stomach by cramps so I’ll edit it later.

The first three or four chapters will come out quick because I’ve already written the majority of them (to plot the temporality paused comic), so after that expect a bit of a delay.

As you can probably tell, I took a lot of inspiration from Puss’s panic attack from The Last Wish. As someone with frequent panic attacks, I really really appreciate how they showed the muffled surroundings, the “can’t catch your breath” feeling, and the helplessness. Valentino in the movie could’ve been nonexistent and it pretty much would’ve played out the same. TFS!Val, however… he’s a therapy animal for Asha. That weight, grounding you but still allowing you to finish your panicked thoughts… for me personally I don’t like “focusing on the moment” because the moment is usually terrible. My dog resting on my legs gives me something to come back to, like an anchor.

Love you Teddy Bear <3

I want to point out something. Yes, you do forget your wish once you give it to Magnus for safekeeping. But Magnus remembers them. He keeps them safe. Plus, he’s “powerful enough that no Star can influence him”

Yeah. If anyone has any comments about how I write Asha’s panic attack, please please let me know! Her PTSD is something that’s integral to the story’s plot, so I would really appreciate some feedback. I drew from my own experiences, but of course this does not apply to everyone and if there’s a way you feel I can improve, I promise I will not be offended.

Thanks for reading! <3

[zukkaoru]

waltzes into your inbox hiiii ^^

platonic kiss with kenji + anyone

spiderman kiss with kunichuu (is this predictable of me. sorry)

bloody kiss with tachigin!!

kunichuu spiderman kiss.. falls over and blacks out (other two are under the cut lol)

Chuuya is sitting on the ceiling when Kunikida returns to his dorm. Their knees are hugged tightly to their chest, and they’re staring straight ahead, gaze unfocused. Their coat looks more like a blanket with how it’s wrapped around them at the moment.

Kunikida frowns to himself. This isn’t the first time Chuuya has shown up unannounced—if Kunikida truly didn’t want them in here without a warning, he wouldn’t have given them a key. But it is the first time he can recall them stopping by just to mope.

“Chuuya?” He calls out. “Are you alright?”

They blink slowly, then mumble something Kunikida can’t make out.

Kunikida purses his lips. He toes off his shoes, then crosses over to where they’re seated. The dorm ceilings aren’t very high, and Kunikida is rather tall himself, so he’s about at eye-level with Chuuya. When he reaches towards them, they flinch.

His hand freezes in midair.

Chuuya lets out a strained sigh. “Sorry. I’m used to Dazai being the only one who sees me when I’m like this.”

“Ah.” Kunikida nods understandingly. He moves again, and Chuuya leans into the touch. It’s slightly awkward, cradling their cheek while they’re upside down, but Kunikida makes it work. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Chuuya shakes their head. “Not right now.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Chuuya shrugs.

“Let me know if you think of something, okay?”

Chuuya nods. Then, they lean forward, nearly imperceptibly. But Kunikida catches it, and he understands what they want. He closes the distance between them, slotting his lips against Chuuya’s. It’s a soft, chaste, kiss, but when Kunikida pulls back, Chuuya is smiling, so he figures it did its job.

“Will you sit up here with me for a bit?” Chuuya whispers.

Kunikida has work he needs to finish. He needs to make dinner, so it’ll be ready when Kenji returns from helping the Tanizaki siblings. He should also probably shower tonight.

“Of course,” he agrees anyway.

Chuuya’s grin is more than worth scrapping his schedule for the evening.

kenji & naomi + platonic kiss

Kenji places his finished flower crown on Naomi’s head, clicking his tongue as he does so. Once it’s in place, he steps back and grins. “It looks very nice on you, Naomi-san. You were right—the red flowers do match the tie on your uniform!”

Naomi giggles. She immediately grabs for her phone, turning on the front-facing camera so she can look at herself. Kenji has been making flower crowns for everyone in the office lately, because it gives him something to do with his hands, and Naomi is thrilled to finally have one of her own.

She’s already decided that once the flowers begin to wilt, she’s going to press them so she can keep the crown forever.

Once she’s finished admiring the crown, she sets her phone down and turns back to Kenji. She leans forward, kissing the top of his head. “Thank you, Kenji-kun. I love it.”

tachigin + bloody kiss

Tachihara’s face is painted red like the uniform marking his betrayal. The band-aid over his nose is half-peeled off, dangling awkwardly. The white bandages over his eyes are stained with blood.

But he’s still standing. He’s alive. Gin could nearly weep in relief.

They rush over to him, dodging the corpses littering the ground. They sheath their knife without bothering to clean the blade before throwing their arms around Tachihara and dragging him into a tight hug.

“Gin—”

“Don’t,” they interrupt.

Tachihara falls silent.

There are a thousand things Gin could say, but none of them seem quite right and Gin has never been particularly fond of speaking anyway. So they pull back just enough to crash their lips against Tachihara’s. The kiss tastes coppery, and Gin doesn’t know who the blood belongs to, but it doesn’t matter because Tachihara is alive.

They run a hand through his hair, imagining red now streaked through the dyed orange. Their tongue flicks against a cut on Tachihara’s lip, and he whimpers before opening his mouth wider to deepen the kiss.

[venusscriptures]

part two of this post!

18+ !! Afab reader, oral (male receiving), creampie

It had been a couple of days since that night, the journey of being on the run taking away the privacy of a room and the time and energy to resume your nightly escapades.

Vash however, couldn’t sleep these nights without remembering how you had woken him up, and how good he felt that he thought that it was a dream, he simply couldn’t fall asleep!

It was affecting his performance, his exhaustion dulling his reflexes and spatial awareness. Meryl had taken notice to his state and eyed him, asking if he was alright. He replied with a sheepish smile and said he was, but if there was one this you knew, was that he lied like a fool getting caught when it came to his health.

After a pit stop in a town, Meryl had decided that they were to stay that night, seeing how the discomfort of the sand and vehicle was getting to them.

Meryl had once again booked the room, but you accompanied her this time, making sure that the rooms were in order. Unfortunately there were only two double rooms left, and you guys took what you could get.

Wolfwood, Meryl and Milly had already gone into their shared rooms and had begun to settle down for the night, but you had said you would take a small stroll outside, just to shake off your nerves.

Vash had watched your figure leave out the front door, just like how you left that night you gave him the sweetest wake up.

Blushing at the memory, he went up into the room, settling into his bed and facing away from Nicholas, who looked at him confused, but he shrugged it off and turned off the light, snoring nearly the moment his head hit the pillow.

After about an hour, Vash had heard the door next to their room open and close, signaling your arrival. He wondered what you had been doing out, and how he could get you to come sleep by his side.

You quietly laid down your gear down, sighing as you rolled your shoulders, grabbing your coat and sitting on the recliner, leaning back and taking off your boots. You had walked around the city, picking up bits and pieces of information about it. It seemed safe enough to stay for an extra night, that’s if Vash doesn’t attract any eyes.

Suddenly feeling parched, you got up to the door to grab a bottle of water from the vending machine you saw earlier downstairs. Opening it, you saw a distressed Vash standing there, his hair array and coat discarded, shocked at your figure before he smiled.

“Ah, did I wake you?”

You shook your head, a small smile as you walked closer to him, a blush slowly forming as you got closer to him, his eyes darting.

“No, I just returned and wanted to drink something, would you like to join me?”

You slid your hand against his waist, caressing it with your thumb. He looked to the side and shuddered, taking in a deep breath and nodding, still not looking at you. He was fidgeting, his ears red. He kind of looked cute this way.

You had booked another room for yourself, a single suddenly popping up after you had returned from your walk. The receptionist had given it to you and apologized for the delay, but you took the room key gratefully and went off to it. It was on the same floor as the others, but about 5-7 doors down.

After you told Vash, he nodded, smiling softly.

“I’m glad you can rest well now, [F/N]”

You raised your brows, smiling.

“Yet you’re not sleeping at all these days, shouldn’t you worry about yourself?”

“Ah…” He smiled sheepishly, scratching his nape in shame. He certainly couldn’t tell you the reason was because each time he closed his eyes, he had replayed you licking so gently at him.

“I’ll be okay, it’s not that bad-”

You cut him off, shaking your head and taking his arm, dragging him into your room, shutting the door and locking it behind you.

You turned around and pointed to the bed.

“Sleep. Rest, I’ll keep watch over you if you’re worried about unwanted ambushes.”

He shook his head, panic flashed across his face and a slight pang from the pits of his stomach spread all over his body, the familiar sweet scent hitting your nose.

“Oh, oh no I couldn’t, it’s your bed I don’t want to keep you up, I-Oh!”

You pulled him towards the bed, your eyes interlocked with his as you pushed him down, laying him back onto the mattress.

He gasped and brought his thighs together, gazing at you with a pleading look in his eyes, his eyebrows turned up. He felt himself throb between his legs, the sickly sweetness growing stronger than last time, making you heavy with lust.

“Vash..I want to continue what we did last time..I can’t bring myself to hold back..”

You pressed your lips against his, cupping his face in your hands and leaning over him, moving so that you straddled his hips, sighing into the kiss.

He gasped, grabbing at your pants and whimpering as he kissed back, opening his mouth for you while deepening the kiss, his moans escaping each time you slightly parted your lips.

You pulled back from it, amused as he chased the kiss. You pushed his chest back down and took off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. You slid down to in between his thighs, fondling them as he stared at your boobs, looking away shamefully before returning his eyes, biting his lip.

“Vash…I want to eat you out again..will you let me?” You whispered gently to him, your hands moving up to his sides, your hands caressing him all over.

He whined and nodded, arching his back slightly and moving his hips up so that you could slip off his pants. Having taken them off, your reaction was still the same as before. He was absolutely beautiful down here, and you could stare at it all day.

“I….thank..you..”

You looked up at him confused, and saw the blush on his face as his face was turned away from you. You had accidentally spoken your thoughts out to him.

Smiling, you leaned down to between his legs, sliding him down to in front of your face.

“Well, let me show you just how beautiful you are to me.”

You pressed a kiss on his slit, his mouth letting slip a gasp. You licked your lips and began to lick at him, closing your eyes and getting completely lost in his flavor, in his scent, in him.

He had lost count how many time he had came, his dicks long had emerged yet you let them curl around your fingers while you slurped at the vent they came from, the dual stimulation making him feel like he was high in the sky, as though he was amongst the birds in the clouds.

A particularly hard tug on your hair had you look up at him with lidded eyes, your mouth still working away at him.

He looked down at you, tears flowing down from his eyes as he sniffled, his body tensing up as he came again, a warbled moan coming out of his mouth.

You slurped up his fluids and crawled up to him, your mouth and chin dripping with his arousal. He whimpered, seeing you so delirious and messy because of him had made him more aroused. It was his scent that was coming from you, him that had you so excited, him that was under you, trembling in anticipation.

You licked off the slick around your mouth, kissing him deeply as you shifted back on top of his hips, taking off your pants and underwear, the appendages reaching up towards your warmth.

You sat above their reach, his hands holding onto your hips as his had twitched, wanting to plunge deeply into you.

You pulled away from the kiss and sat up, sliding back down to directly align yourself with him, looking at him as he watched his dicks reach up towards your hole, your wetness making it easy for them to slide around.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Vash?” You said with a sultry tone in your voice, taking his hands and raising them to fondle your breasts.

He groaned, his focus now on your tits, groping them and kneading them, obsessed with how soft and warm they felt in his hands.

“Please..I’ve been dreaming about you so much i couldn’t even sleep…I’d be so happy, I could die happy-Oh fuck”

You sunk down on him, his dicks twitching and squirming against your velvety walls, the warmth driving him insane, his moans and whimpers now silent as his lidded eyes stared up at the ceiling, his body appearing to be calm. However, inside you, he was going completely crazy, the dicks practically thrusting themselves in and out of you, the pulsing mimicking his heartbeat.

You proceeded to slide all the way down, laying down on his chest as you watched his face, amused by his reactions.

He gasped and left indents in your thighs as he gripped them tightly, finally breaking the silence and letting out a loud broken moan.

Not wanting to attract attention, you silenced him with a kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out chopped moans, feeling you slide up and down his dicks. They were twirling around each other inside you, growing thicker as your hips oscillated on top of his, making you feel fuller by the second.

He whined into your lips and held the back of your head, kissing you deeper and pushing his hips up, the other arm wrapping around your waist as he started to thrust into you hurriedly, the pleasure making him impatient and unable to hold back anymore. He broke off the kiss and tucked his face in the crook of your neck, pairing each lewd gasp with a moan, his noises growing more frequent as he went faster.

His thrusts stuttered, then a final one harshly pressed into you, his dicks spasming as he came deep inside you, letting out a drawn out wail as you clenched down on him, his orgasm triggering yours suddenly. He held you tighter against him, a high pitched sob shaking him as your pussy gripped him tightly, his vision going white.

He awoke to the warm morning sun beaming down onto his face, greeting him like an old familiar friend. Feeling well-rested for the first time in a while, he grew aware to the warm mass laying on top of him, and his lack of clothing.

Remembering the events of the night before, he blushed, but kept watching your sleeping figure, your breathing calm and steady. It nearly lulled him back to sleep, but he kept watching your peaceful beauty, adoring how beautiful your skin looked in the morning sun. It looked as though your skin was glowing.

You started to shift, snuggling into him as the suns rays hit your eyes, waking you from your rest. Opening your eyes, you rubbed them and hid your face into his chest, making him lightly chuckle.

“Mornin’.”

You raised your head and smiled, pressing a small kiss on his lips.

“Mornin’ pretty.”

He could get used to this.

[tsunderelover07]

Ren Kaji

Rating: SFW, some mentions of violence. Major fluffs.

Note: Happy Birthday 10/27 to Kaji!!! Woot woot!!!

Another huge thank you to @para-dots for proofreading!!!💕💕

Kaji didn't ever think he'd fall in love, least of all be loved in return. Not when the sparks could flood his vision, and turn him into a beast. Who could ever love such a beast?

It all started when he saw some guys creeping on a girl. He knocked em out and sent them running. She had grabbed his jacket and yanked him closer until their faces were close, but he growled considering the intense look she was giving him.

"The hell-" he was pissed.

"Yup, getting this close is my making my heart race." Kajis anger deflated in an instant as he tried to process what this girl was saying when she let go of his jacket and dropped a quick peck on his cheek. "Lets go on a date."

"WHAT!" Kaji yelled as if he had his headphones on. He didn't understand and his brain was too busy shortly circuiting to process any of this new information. He stepped back as she stepped closer, but his back met the cold metal of the light pole. For the first time in his life Kaji was absolutely terrified. Was she insane?

"Whats your phone number?"

"WHY!" She didn't even flinch as he yelled in her face, his own face burnt red like he fell asleep beneath the summer sun.

"So we can go on a date. I gotta make you fall in love with me."

Kaji bolted, running as fast as his legs would carry him. She was insane. She had to be. What other reason could she spout stuff like that? Not to mention she was about as subtle as a shotgun.

Kaji avoided her like the plague, assuming if he gave it some time, she'd just lose interest. Only that didn't work in the slightest. He began receive all sorts of gifts. Peaches, lollipops, a hoodie, bento, cookies...all with love letters. The same love letters his friends teased him for and soon all of Furin was talking about it. Not to mention, her phone number was inside the bento saying he could text her if he wanted to return them.

He told to stop sending him stuff and to leave him alone. And she did. Only, the lack of her affection began to wear on him. Why was it he felt empty instead of relieved?

He was distracted by his thoughts, headphones blasted, alone on patrol when he was ambushed. The ambush, however, didn't surprise him. What did surprise him was the fact she came in, and smashed her skateboard over a guys head. She was a fighter, and strong, and he saw her in a different light. The guys were knocked out when she looked him over head to toe asking him if he was alright when she pulled him into a hug, grateful he was alright.

"Why." He whispered, not shaking off her affection though it made him blush.

"Why what?"

"Why...are you..."

"Madly in love with you?" He flinched, beet red, but gave a soft nod. "Because you're you. Simple as that. I like everything about you."

He shoved her off at that. "No you dont."

"Yes I do."

"NO! You haven't seen me when I-"

"Turn into a beast and try to rip people to shreds? Yup."

He was in shock, unable to speak, when realization dawned on her face.

"You don't recognize me?" She pointed at herself and he shook his head. "Ah geez. Well that makes more sense now..."

She explained how they went to elementary school together. How they were in different classes. How she saw him turn into a beast, but what he didn't know, is despite being in that state, where she poetically says he lost his marbles, he saved her from some bullies. He didn't even try to hurt her. Even when she hugged him to calm him down. He would've calmed down completely if the teachers didn't force them apart. Then she moved and when she saw him again, that little crush blossomed again.

"I could hurt you-"

"I dont get what the big deal is." She said earnestly. "So you've got some monsters hiding in your closet. Doesn't every-"

"Stop it!" He was trying, everything and anything to keep her away. He knew if he took one step closer, he'd fall. Her words were too earnest, too welcoming - and everything he'd always wanted to hear. "You can't love me! You need to stay away from me."

She smacked him upside the head, which only pissed him off, but he knew as mad as he was he couldn't hit her.

"Shut up you idiot. I'm not going anywhere. So suck it up buttercup you're stuck with me."

"I dont like you! I can't stand you, I-"

"Youre right, you love me just as much as I love you." She grabbed the front of his jacket to keep him form escaping.

"N-no i dont. Let go of me!" He gripped her wrists, trying to winge his jacket free of her grasp.

"Then why do you care! Why do you care if I'm hurt! Why do tell me to stay away!" She shouted at him. "If I was just some girl you wouldn't have stayed here to talk to me or put up with all my shit. You stayed because you love me. You tell me to go away because you love me."

"N-no, i-"

"Say it then," she shoved him against the fence. "If you really don't then you'll have no problem saying i don't love you "

He gritted his teeth, pissed at being challenged. Pissed she was right. And she was an annoying little shit.

"This is all your damn fault you brat." He yanked her into an passionate kiss, desperate and needy, as he finally got what he longed for and told himself he could never have. She broke down all his walls and made herself right at home in his heart.

It was only after a few months that he slowly started to get comfortable around her and he asked how the hell she knew all of his favorite things to gift him. Only to find out Hiragi became her accomplice in wooing Kaji. Even in love, Hiragi was still looking out for him.

[miyuhpapayuh]

𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

"Over here, Simone!"

A woman with bright blue eyes, standing near the left of the black podium raises her tape recorder up towards the beaming redhead.

"Yes?" She fiddles with the golden charm bracelet on her arm. One of the many small gifts that she'd received, this morning, from Anthony. All of the charms were specially made with real diamonds, including her favorite one; 'Imani' written in a signature font.

"What does it mean to you, to be recognized by Allura?" The woman asks.

"I personally feel like it's long overdue, but I also feel like everything happens in its own time. I put my all into these magazines and I'm really grateful that my talent is being recognized. It means a lot to me."

"How long have you been with the company, Ms. Carson?" An older man asks.

"It's been a wonderful three years." She smiles.

"At your age, I'm positive that this is a milestone for you," Simone nods, "what advice would you give to your following or anybody that wants to be an entrepreneur?"

"That might be the best question I've ever gotten." The room fills with slight laughter. "Well, this definitely is a big accomplishment for me and I have nobody to thank, but God. The only advice that I have would be to just believe in yourself. You'll get knocked down and rejected, but that's inevitable. You have to have faith that whatever your plan is, is worth it. Someone's gonna recognize that fire in your eyes and give you a chance to show your capabilities. It's a process, but it's worth it."

"One last question, do you ever wanna retire and settle down or are you gonna keep this up and running?"

"I don't see myself as the 'settling down' type of woman, right now. As long as I'm in the right mind for this job, I wanna keep at it. Who knows what the future holds, though! I guess, we'll wait and see." She taps the podium and moves her hair away from her neck.

"Anything you wanna say to the people, Simone?" Her boss, Rose, asks.

"I just wanna say thank you to everybody that believes in me. I try my hardest to create a space for all women, especially my women of color and my creatives. Don't wait for a spot to be created for you, go out there and make it yourself. You got this."

"Thank you, Simone." She nods and makes her way down the side steps and out of the room.

Heading back to her office, Rose calls out for her. She turns on her heels and waits for her boss to close in the space between them.

"You're getting better at handling these press conferences. I'm very proud."

"Well, thank you. It can still be kinda nerve wracking, but I'm managing. Thanks again for the accolade. It was definitely a confidence booster." They begin to walk down the hall.

"Ah, you deserved it. You really do work hard, and I wanted to make sure that you know how much I appreciate you. You're one of a kind, dear." She pats her shoulder, before heading towards the elevator.

"Keep up the good work."

"Will do!" Simone heads further down the hall and into her office, closing the door behind her. The twenty-four red roses littering her side-table, makes her laugh.

"Alright," she sits down at her desk and opens her candy red, custom painted MacBook and checks off everything she's gotten done, so far.

"One hour, until this meeting— God, don't let it be boring!" She clasps her hands together and stares at the ceiling.

"Simone, you've got a call on line one." Logan buzzes through.

"Thank you, Lo."

Grabbing the phone off the hook, she holds it up to her ear, not even getting a word in before her mother's voice comes through.

"Congratulations, babygirl! I tried calling you yesterday, but I couldn't get through. Anyway, I'm so proud of you— your name is in bold, big letters!" Simone laughs.

"Thank you, mama. You're too much!"

"You had to get it from somebody, right?"

"This is true."

"Exactly. Now, tell me.... where's that man of yours?" Simone sucks her teeth. 

Ever since her mother met Anthony, she'd treated him like her one and only son- in law. Which is far from the case, but she wasn't too fond of Simone's sisters' husband, which Simone didn't blame her for.

"He's not my man and he's out of town."

"Have you talked to him?"

"We talked yesterday."

"You know... you're gonna wanna do more than just spend his money, one day."

"That's not all I keep him around for, thank you."

"He's just a piece of meat, huh?" The laugh comes before she can stop it, causing her mother to scoff on the other end.

"Can we please talk about something else?"

"Fine. Your sister's coming down in a week."

"For what?"

"She's my plus one for Jasmine's wedding. I thought I told you this."

"You didn't, but alright. Why's Will not coming? Not that I care, but where's he gonna be?"

"Apparently, he has to work and can't get out of it. That's what she told me."

Simone scoffs. "I'm surprised he showed up to his own wedding."

"Now, Simone."

"Am I lying? You know he's a dick— excuse my language."

Her mother sighs. "You're not wrong. But, at least, April won't be influenced by his nonsense."

"The fact she's ever on his side is beyond me, but that's a marriage, I guess."

"No, that's foolishness."

"Well, she's never been that smart, so—"

"Anyway, let me know when you girls have found the dress. I wanna see it." Simone sighs, heavily.

"I will, ma. I've got a meeting about the redesign of Allura, and then we'll head out that way after work."

"Alright, I'll let you get back to it."

"I'll call you when we get there. I love you."

"I l you too, sweets."

Hanging up, she buzzes Logan. "I'm out to lunch."

"Actually, your lunch just arrived. Would you like me to bring it to you?" Simone's brows furrowed in confusion.

"No, I'll come and get it."

Heading out of her own office, she heads down the adjacent hallway and walks into the black and crème colored office that belongs to her beloved assistant.

"Hey, sunshine. Here's your lunch." Logan grabs the white bag with South City Kitchen written in black letters on it, handing it to Simone.

"Thank you... who sent this?"

"It had a note attached to it," she grabs it off the desk and squints down at the cursive writing, "it's from an Anthony."

Simone's eye roll comes out playful, causing Logan to giggle. "Oh, that's why you're so cheery, today! Boyfriend?"

"Not even close. He's just a friend."

"Friends send each other two dozen roses and the sparkliest charm bracelet I've ever seen up close??"

Simone laughs, staring down at it., "it is blingin', huh?"

"Definitely. I need a friend like that."

"Do I have any more surprise packages comin' in?" She asks, side stepping her comment.

"That's all that's come through here. I'm sure you'll find more, when you leave here." They both share a small laugh.

"Dear God," she heads back to her office and calls Anthony, laughing as he immediately answers.

"What's so funny?"

"You are. How'd you know I was craving fried chicken?"

"Because, I know you." She rolls her eyes and pulls the styrofoam box out and opens it, sighing as the savory smell hits her nose.

"A year and some change ain't enough time for you to know me." He chuckles on the other end.

Pulling the cover off her plastic ware, she goes straight for the red-skinned potatoes, almost moaning at the taste.

"Sounds like you're enjoying it."

"I am! I haven't had these in forever," she sticks another forkful into her mouth. "We're still gonna fight."

"Why, princess?"

"Because, you're still not back. Thanks for the gifts, by the way."

"You're welcome and I'm closer to coming back than you think."

"That's not a time frame that I like. I've gotta go to this wedding alone. Not that I'm pressed about that sort of thing, but still... it'd be nice if you were in attendance." He laughs.

"I thought we didn't beat around this bush, baby girl. Just say you want me there."

"It wouldn't make a difference, Tony. You're not gonna be here, in time. The wedding is Saturday."

"How do you know that I won't finish all of this up, before then? Don't count me out. I could come through for you."

"We'll just have to wait and see, then."

"Keep those pretty brown eyes open, then."

"You're annoying," she snorted, sticking her fork into her chicken.

"That must be why you're still on the phone. When's the meeting?"

"For the building redesign?" she asks, quickly chewing her mouthful of food.

He chuckles an 'mhm'. She stares at her phone and sighs. "I've got like, thirty minutes. I know it's gonna be boring and I'm already kicking myself in the ass for agreeing to be a part of this shit."

"It may not be as bad as you think, Simone. Don't go in there with an attitude like that."

"Sorry, it just comes out naturally."

"Don't I know it." He mumbles, snickering as she sucks her teeth.

"I'm seriously smacking you up, when you get back. You've been gettin' too many jokes off."

"Aight, like your attitude ain't been super salty, lately."

"I need some dick! This always happens, when you leave.... you better not be fucking them bitches, out there." She frowns.

"Don't start that. You know this dick is exclusively yours."

"Yeah, it better be."

“As spoiled as you are, I wouldn’t even have time to give it to somebody else.” He says, making her cackle.

“Shut up!”

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"Thank you all for attending this meeting." Rose's voice echoes throughout the spacious black marble conference room. "This is the first time that we've seen so many new faces, and we've got you to thank for that." She nods at Simone, who smiles in return.

"I'm glad to help."

"That's always a good thing. Now, the first step to redesigning this building is a theme. An aesthetic, if you will. I need colors, elements... all of it."

"I really like the mint theme we were discussing earlier." Brittany says, tapping her pen against the table.

"Is that really an everyday thing, though?" Lisa asks.

"It could be. What about an all black theme?"

"We don't wanna look dead!" Mark adds.

Simone laughs at the exchanges, feeling an idea brew in her own mind.

"I've got an idea."

"Let's hear it." Rose gestures towards her.

"How about the outside of the building being matte black and Allura being written in white calligraphy. The lobby could use something— say, you stay inside the marble theme, but splash some gray on the countertops and do a polished cherry wood for the walls by the elevators. The offices could stay customized, but the walls could stay black. The conference rooms could stay the way they are, maybe add a chandelier or some lights. The cubicles could use some sprucing up. I mean, just because you work in a confined space, doesn't mean it has to be bland. You could use cherrywood for those, too!"

"How long did it take you to come up with all of that?" Brittany asks.

"I literally just came up with everything. My mind was runnin' while y'all were talking." She laughs.

"Well, should we put you in charge of this whole thing? I love all of those ideas." Rose says, sitting down in her chair.

"You want me to be in charge?" Simone points to herself, "I don't know.... that's a huge responsibility, Rose."

"There'd be no pressure on you. All you'd have to do is make sure that everything is the way you like it. You'd be the boss," she smirks, "I know that's exciting to you. It's in your nature."

Simone can't help the widespread grin from showing up on her face.

"Well... in that case, I guess we got some work to do."

"Then, it's settled. I'll have a crew ready for you in a week, tops."

"Wow... am I really about to do this?" She asks herself out loud, making a couple of her colleagues laugh.

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Walking inside of Goddess Bride, Jada and Simone are greeted by an umber toned woman with jade eyes.

"Welcome, ladies. Champagne?" Both hands grab the diamond flutes off the tray in response, causing the woman to laugh.

"Thank you," they say in unison, before heading towards the back, where Jasmine is waiting.

"Hey sis!," Jada pokes Jasmine's shoulder.

"Hey girls." She turns around and hugs her sister, doing the same to Simone. "I'm so glad you're here."

"Did you find the dress?"

"I've narrowed it down to two! Come look," Jasmine leads the way to her dressing room, which is ten times bigger than any 'dressing room' Simone's ever seen, on TV and in person.

"There's this one, which is probably the one I'll end up choosing. Let me try it on for y’all." Jasmine pulls the dress off the hanger and shoos them out of the dressing room.

"Your sister better be glad I love her," her and Jada walk over to the emerald loveseat across from the rooms., "cause, she got one more time to stick her hand in my face."

Jada laughs. "Don't kill her. She's just a little antsy, at the moment. She's been looking for dresses, ever since he proposed! The literal day he proposed, Simone." Jada emphasizes with a laugh, causing Simone to do the same.

"It's okay to be excited! I would be, too— did you see the size of that ring?!" Simone exclaims.

"It's a beauty, no doubt."

"Okay, close your eyes!" Jasmine yells from across the way. The pair do as they’re told.

"They're closed!"

Jasmine's dainty footsteps carry her across the floor as she flattens her hands against the soft crème material.

"Okay," she smiles, "you guys can open them up, now."

Removing their hands, they collectively gasp at the blushing almost bride, in all her glory.

From the body-hugging, silk silhouette with the back out, to the lace train that stops just below her behind, to the egg shell hue, gleaming over the entire dress.

"Well," with a teary-eyed smile, Jasmine asks, "what do you think?"

"You look," Jada starts.

"You look— wow, you look gorgeous!" Simone finishes.

"Breathtaking!," Jada sits her champagne down and hops up from her seat, smoothing her hand down the side of the dress.

“I’m mad it took me so long to find it! My wedding’s in less than a day, y’all!” Jasmine frowns.

“The important part is that you found it!” Smone says, heading toward the honey hued sisters. “It was made for you, seriously. You look beautiful.”

“Ugh. y’all love making me cry!” she whines and covers her face, making them laugh.

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“Oh man, it’s been so long since I’ve sat in one of these!’ Jada sighs, her voice shaking slightly due to the vibration of the chair.

“I would say the same but I came here a couple months ago.” Simone says, fixing the cucumbers over her eyes.

Jada sucks her teeth and sits up in her chair, removing her cucumbers altogether. “Why don’t you just marry the man, already? He flies you out to these expensive ass countries, pampers you to no end, pays your bills!! Worships the literal ground you walk on!”

“Jada, relax!” Jasmine says, pulling hers away as well. “Are you jealous or something?”

“No, it's more of a, “call coming from inside the house” kinda thing. She could have that with Derek if she’d stop running from him, and she wants to project it on me.” Simone says, still laid in her relaxed position. She pulls a cucumber from her eye and eats its, meeting the gaze of a red-faced Jada.

“Suck my dick, Imani.”

“I’ve already got one of those to suck.” She winks.

Jasmine laughs and lays back in her chair. “You two are too much.”

“She started it.” Jada grumbles, before swinging her legs over the side and carefully placing them in the white slides that the hotel provides, avoiding chipping her freshly done baby pink toes.

“Where are you going?” Simone asks, just as her phone goes off.

“I gotta pee. Answer your phone. It might be your husband.” she cheekily responds, before sharply turning the corner.

“Ugh,’ grabbing her phone off the side table, she slides her finger across the screen and holds it up to her ear.

“Hey, beautiful.” His voice cuts through before hers, making her stop and laugh.

“You must have some bad news.” She responds, staring at her freshly done candy red acrylics.

“I’ve got good and bad news, actually.”

“Oh boy.. lay it on it.”

“I won’t be able to make it to the wedding, but I’ll be home the day after.” He says, causing her frown to deepen.

“I’m glad you’re coming back soon.” She says. Sighing anyway.

“But,” he trails off, knowing that wasn’t it.

“I really wanted you to be there. My mama’s been asking about you, I even talked you up to a couple cousins, cause those nosy heffas wouldn’t leave me alone! And, I know I’m just a bridesmaid and it doesn’t matter if I have a damn date or not, but weddings are always different.. They’re—”

“-special,” he ends, nodding like she could see him. “I know baby, I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.’

Jada came back to her chair, taking in her friend’s red face, looking to her sister. “What happened?”

“He can’t make it to the wedding.” She responds.

“It’s fine, I’m sure you did everything you could. I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Alright, princess. I’ll see you later.”  He sighs, already formulating a plan in his mind.

Sitting her phone back down, a sad sigh leaves her. “This is why him being my man would be a disaster.”

“Why?” Jada and Jasmine ask.

“Cause! Look at how sad I am. I’m not getting married and he’s not even my boyfriend, and I’m near tears cause he can’t make your wedding. Too much is going on.”

“Maybe you like him a little more than you’re leading on,” Jada shrugs.

“Ugh,” she responds, having nothing else to say.

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Rolling over on the queen size mattress, Simone smacks her hand down on her phone, forcing her stiffened joints to wake up and cut her blaring alarm off.

“Jesus Christ, that could wake up a dead person.” She sits up and rolls her eyes, already feeling the headache coming on for today’s events.

Before she can even process, Jasmine, Jada and their mom rush into her hotel room to wake her up, followed by a loud chatter as they pull her up from the bed.

“I’m glad you’re awake, we gotta get ready!” Their mama singsongs, latching her arm onto a half-sleep Simone.

“Get ready for what? The wedding isn’t until three. It’s… what time is it?” She asks, realizing that she didn’t have her phone on her.

“It’s a little after eleven,” Jada responds, handing it to her. “We let Jasmine sleep in a little, but it’s seriously time to get ready.”

“Okay, okay. I’m up.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not the only one hanging on by a thread.” She snickers as they move to the bridal suite, revealing five more sleep deprived women.

“You better be glad we love you.” One of them says, tossing the empty bottle of tequila in the trash.

Needless to say, their bachelorette party was a success.

“Trust me, I know I’ve been a bit much.”

“Dear god, cover us all.” Her mama mumbles, drawing an invisible cross and kisses her hand.

"You're so dramatic.... but amen."

"Alright, sit down so we can get started." Their cousin, Fiona, rolls out her pink suitcase and opens it up, pulling out her essentials for today's hairdo.

Jasmine had decided on the infamous half up, half down style with a swoop bang.

Taking her seat in one of the comfiest chairs known to man, Fiona gets to work, running her fingers through her newly pressed hair.

"I'm getting married today..." a smile spreads across her face like wildfire, causing everybody in the room to join in a chorus of 'awe's.

She covers her face as the heat rushes to her cheek.

"Seriously, it's finally happening! I get to marry the man of my absolute dreams. God, he's so perfect."

“He's gotta have a flaw, somewhere!” Jada argues.

"He really doesn't. I mean, nobody's perfect, but he is to me. He's human, just like the rest of us, but everything is so sunshine-y and real, at the same time. We get into it, but we talk through it. We let each other know what's on our minds at all times. There's no dark moments. No solitude in anger. Respect. So much trust, I'm tearing up just thinking about it- whew."

"You make me feel so mushy, I hate you." Simone playfully states.

"I love you too, sweets."

"I always thought Jada would get married, first.” Sierra, another cousin, admits.

"Why?" Jada asks.

"Because, you used to be so boy crazy, and you swore you were in love with what's-his-name...What's his name?"

"Who?" Fiona stops curling the top half of Jasmine's hair and squints in Sierra's direction.

"He was tall, pretty brown skin and he had the whitest teeth I've ever seen on a human being."

She snaps her fingers, trying to conjure up a name.

“Girl, Derek?!” Simone stares at Jada with wide eyes.

"Yes!” Sierra and Fiona confirm, while Jada tucks her bottom lip in and puts her attention on her sister, who's also giving her a puzzled glance.

"Jada... what? You were in love with him?" Simone asks.

"Maybe, it was something else that she was in love with." Their mama adds, shocking everybody.

"Ma!" Jada groans and covers her ears, while Jasmine laughs.

"Well, I'm probably right on the money, but I'll head out and let you speak your truth.” She says as she kisses her forehead and slides outside of the door.

"So, when did we start keeping secrets?"

Jada turns back towards Simone, whose glare could kill.

"It wasn't a secret. Derek took me out one day and we ran into Sierra. I can never lie to her, so I told her how I felt about him at the time.”

"You still feel that way? Honestly."

"I don't know. Let's talk about something else. Please.”

Simone could sense that she was lying, but she didn't know whether to press further.

"I didn't mean to make it tense in here." Sierra clears up.

"Yeah, I know." Jada stands up and heads out on the balcony, Simone quickly walking after her.

"Jada, what's going on?" She turns around and unties the curtains, letting them cover the door.

"I'm not trying to make this day about me, man. We can talk about this, later.”

"I'm just trying to understand why you never ran this by me? You don't have to, but I figured that you would. I'm your best friend, Jada. What, you thought I was gonna judge you or something?"

"I don't know, maybe!"

"Why would I do that? I encouraged you to say something to him, in the first place! I would've loved to hear about you being in love."

They both frown.

"I'm sorry.”

"Don't be. I just wanna be in the know, next time."

"You will be. I promise."

They turn towards the golden railing and gaze at the orange sun that's slowly coming up.

"How long ago was this? I'm just wondering."

"Back in September. I had just got back from vacation and he took me out to dinner. It was then, that I realized that I may have liked him... a little more than I had originally planned to." Jada explains with a laugh.

"I knew it.” Simone bumps her shoulder, "the chemistry is undeniable. You can front all you want, but I always knew it."

"Okay, do you want a cookie?" Jada playfully rolls her eyes.

"If your sister wasn't getting married, I'd push you over this balcony." Jada's mouth drops open.

"You'd kill me??"

"Of course, not…so, I got another question."

"Ugh. I already know what you're gonna ask and yes... I'm still in love with him.”

"Is that why you're keeping him at a distance?”

Jada shamefully nods.

"We talked about it. I couldn't avoid him for too long, so I told him about this not being a part of our situation, and that I'm seriously not ready for that."

"That's a lot for you, I know,” she rubs Jada's back, "sorry I acted like that. You're not obligated to share any of this with me.”

"I'm not, but it wouldn't be any fun if I kept it to myself!" They share a laugh.

"I just want it to be when I'm ready to tell you. Some things I try and keep to myself. It's nothing personal."

"I'm not offended, boo. I understand."

Since she'd been keeping something to herself for quite a while.

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Watching Jasmine, basically, float down the aisle was definitely a sight for everyone who laid their eyes on her.

"God, she's beautiful." Simone says as she wipes away her seventh batch of tears.

"Isn't she?!" Jada adds, wiping her own tears away.

Jada, Simone, Sierra, Fiona and three more of Jasmine's favorite cousins stand to the left, in their handmade mustard colored dresses, as she finally makes her way up the crisp periwinkle steps.

Her soon-to-be husband, Jason, just about breaks down as he pulls her veil away from her face, taking in her natural beauty.

If it was one thing Jasmine hated, it was makeup.

Her skin was flawless and she didn't feel the need to add anything extra to it, besides a little highlight that Fiona practically threatened her life with.

"You look so beautiful." Their lips meet for a sweet kiss, before they turn towards their family and friends with their fingers intertwined.

The beloved pastor from their mother's childhood, Reid, was ecstatic when he was chosen to marry her oldest child and the love of her life.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to unite Jasmine Woods and Jason Tyler in holy matrimony. If anyone has any objections as to why these two should not be lawfully joined together, speak now or forever hold your peace."

The entire congregation silences, giving room for laughter, shortly after.

"Alright, alright. Let's do the vows." Reid looks over his glasses at Jason, "you first, son."

Jason blows out a breath and locks his eyes with her gleaming, green ones.

"I'm so lucky. I've never cried this much, in my entire life.," he laughs as she squeezes his hands. "We met back in college and I'll admit that I definitely couldn't handle all the woman that you are, back then. You'd shoot me down. Give me the cold shoulder. You bruised my ego, baby girl--but, I needed that. It humbled me. It made me find my common sense, because my mama always told me, no good woman is gonna wait around for someone to be good for her. And, she was right. You slipped out of my grasp and I had to prove myself worthy, if it was the last thing I did. I fell in love with you, that day we went to Carowinds, back in 2016. It was right after your family reunion. We'd taken a trip down to North Carolina and decided to make a stop, cause you kept reminding me that you hadn't been there since you were a kid. We probably went on every ride they had to offer. I remember we were sitting on the bench and you were gushing about how much fun you had..." his voice cracks, "it was then that I knew that I wanted to keep that smile on your face, every day that God allowed me to. I love you so much, Jasmine." He kisses her forehead.

A couple of awe's and an abundance of sniffles carry throughout the building. Jasmine turns towards the pastor and whispers, "I have to follow that?!"

Laughter rings out, again. Jason swings their linked fingers back and forth, whispering an encouraging “you got this, babe."

"Okay, okay... where do I even start? We've been at this since we were teenagers. I've spent a good majority of my twenties with you and I don't regret a single moment, I swear. It may sound selfish, but you're the only boyfriend that I count–- they just can't compare, I'm sorry!" She turns towards her family, who wholeheartedly agrees.

"You never put me through any pain or trauma and for that, I'm forever indebted to you. I love you more than any word could ever describe. It hurts my chest, when I think about it. I'm safe with you. You're safe with me. I'm so glad that I get to spend the rest of my life with you, cause it wouldn't be this much fun with anybody else. We've seen so much together," she giggles to herself, "I guess you really are the Aladdin to my Jasmine."

"Oh, brother." Jada nudges Simone.

"Shh!" Fiona pinches Jada.

"Beautiful, beautiful. I need the rings." Jason's brother, Jordan, hands over the rings. Reid places them in Jason and Jasmine's hands.

"Do you, Jason, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in woe, for rich or poor, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." He answers, without hesitation, sliding the gold band onto her finger.

"Do you, Jasmine, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for rich or poor, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." She slides the gold band onto his finger.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride, son."

Cupping her face into his hands, he captures her lips in a kiss that makes everyone blush and loudly cheer.

˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟ෆ.₊̣̇ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇ෆ.₊̣̇.̑ෆ₊̣̇˟̑ෆ

The inside of Whitehead Manor was the best place for a reception. From the golden drapes hung from the ceiling to the tea lights and white roses used for centerpieces.

The simplicity of it all is just so beautiful.

Simone's on her third glass of champagne, when a tall figure looms over her.

She quickly turns her head, finding Anthony in an all black suit with a yellow handkerchief in the pocket, almost the same color as her dress.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Took you long enough,” she grabs her half empty glass off the cherrywood island and walks away.

He chuckles and strides after her, his eyes glued to her ass with every step she takes.

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22 going on 23

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Love that song ^°^

Summary: you and Riri always joked that if you both were still single by thirty you'd date each other. Riri just turned 23 and you can't wait for 30.

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Warning: ⚠️ mentions of weed and cursing

Riri has been your girl from day one so what did you do when she asked for a crazy ass birthday party? You delivered. You've got friends everywhere and who isn't willing to take a little time out of their day for Riri? All it took was a bit of blackmailing about all those A assignments folks turned in and you had yourself a party, DJ, and a caterer. When Riri walks down the stairs she can't help but smile at you knowing, as usual, you always pull through "damn" you nod as you hand her a red solo cup "what's this?" You smile "just drink it" Riri glances into the cup she can smell the alcohol when she does but for once Riri isn't going to let that stop her she has no classes she's graduated college early (not surprising) and she's grown.

Riri sips the drink and kisses your cheek "thank you baby" you nod "you know I always pull through for you plus we've got to get shit-faced tonight so we can have an excuse to leave your family dinner party early tomorrow." Riri laughs "my mother is not that bad" you take a turn to sip Riri's drink now "ha she's always like "ah my baby she's growing up and becoming the finest young woman known to man" she be right though because Riri you are just getting finer with time" Riri smiles and hums "really?" You nod "mhm my bestie" Riri's smile drops a bit but you don't notice because you're both interrupted by the sound of Riri's favorite party song…

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up

You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up

Riri's running you're running. You're supposed to be a good friend tonight and watch the party but how can you resist this chance right now? You can't. You're quick to kick your heels off and get right in the middle of the dance floor dragging a way more than willing Riri with you. She keeps her cup in her mouth held in between her teeth as her hands are quick to grab your waist as you act up. You leave Riri no time for preparation but being her friend since her first year of college yeah she already knows how this goes you gone act up and get all touchy then you gone want a blunt and go home.

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up

You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up

Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up

Girl, who is you playin wit? Back that azz up

Riri can't help but laugh at how happy you are to be throwing it back on your best friend. Truly in your opinion, it's been way too damn long you don't know if it was classes or knowing that you might be crushing on her but something put a little distance between you two however that ain't got shit to do with tonight. You continue to whine and grind against Riri as her hands guide your dress up just a bit just showing the thighs. Riri loves being the center of attention, especially on her day but she's never been opposed to sharing said attention with you so while friends are recording and the guys are leaning Riri back while you continue to act a damn fool she's just smiling. She couldn't be happier. Truly.

When the song's done you are wrapped lazily around Riri and her hands are planted on your waist "you okay?" Riri asks, keeping her gaze locked on her surroundings "mhm I've just drained myself give me five more minutes of this" Riri nods "of course." For the longest time you both just stay in each other's arms, your face planted into her shoulder and hers looking past you seemingly avoiding viewing your current state. This is the longest five minutes ever for Riri and that's probably because it's been more like ten minutes. Finally, she gives in and glances down at you who looks tired even though she knows this is only a break for you.

As the night continues many twerking songs are played and each time you and Riri are up for the challenge but now that it's nearing twelve it's almost time for her to lock in her good year. It's tradition. To lock in a good year of age you kiss your significant other when the clock strikes twelve.

"23 huh?" Riri laughs and nods as 22 by Jayo plays in the background "hell yeah" you smile and hug her "go lock in that kiss for good luck" you give her a thumbs up ready to turn on your heel but Riri grabs you by your arm pulling you back to her. "I can't get that kiss if my dance partner leaves me" you laugh nervously unsure of what she's asking right now "what?" Riri smiles at your obliviousness right now before gently placing her lips on your own. She's quick to pull away and you aren't surprised Riri's always been shy. Unlike Riri, you are not shy so you grab Riri by her shirt and pull her to you placing a firm long kiss on her lips one that causes the others to stare yet you don't stop you continue now grabbing her jaw and forcing her mouth open anyone watching can see just how weak in the knees this makes Riri as she whimpers into the kiss once you pull away.

"Shit."

You continue dancing to the music but Riri's struck licking her lips over and over again trying to get the same taste of that kiss she just experienced. "Y/n" you hum in response "what the hell?" You laugh at her confused face "when we were 19 we made a promise that if we weren't married or in a relationship by 30 we'd become a couple... I know 23 is nowhere near 30 but I just couldn't wait and lose my chance. Especially to the type of chicks you like" Riri smiles to herself "you remember that?" You nod and laugh "hell yeah I remember that how could I not? It was the first time I had thought about kissing you." Riri nods as she holds her cup "it's been four years, how many times have you thought about kissing me since?" For once you're not willing to answer but Riri's smile forces you to.

"I've lost count."

A/n: ah yes another friends to lovers. Gotta love em.

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