#“they could never be lovers??” OH BOY I FUCKING AGREE. THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M HERE FOR

[rotisseries]

just remembered in march how I scrounged through the entire ellabs ao3 tag on some sort of feverish mission after binging playthroughs of both tlou games in the span of about 3 days. who else here remembers that

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Intro🔞

Unrequited love can be oh-so painful, especially as a hopeless romantic like Jeon Jungkook. You're supposed to just momentarily soothe his aching heart and take his mind off of things- but something about you just draws him in...

Tags/Warnings: Punk!Jungkook, strangers to lovers, Stereotypes, description of Unrequited love, romance, accidental flirting, some angst, major fluff, smut

Length: 2k Words

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A/N: this was supposed to be an angsty oneshot. Thanks to @euphoricfilter I decided to make it a softer series instead.

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Jungkook doesn't really know you. 

He knows that you don't like wearing pants, which is why you wear a simple cotton dress tonight despite the weather outside. You layered a sweater over it, and you wear fluffy overknee socks and boots- everything cute, a little oversized, giving you an overall soft appearance. He also knows that you don't really want to be here, that you accompanied a friend but that she went to make out with some boy she had her eyes on the entire night. And he knows your age, your name, and that you have a very nice voice. 

A voice currently whimpering against his ear, as he holds your thighs to keep you propped up against the wall while he thrusts his hips into you. He didn't really think much of it when you suggested this, and he definitely didn't think much of it when he agreed- after all, looks are just looks, down the line, and just because you don't look the part doesn't mean you can't be a little wild. 

What he did not expect was for you to turn out to taste so sweet- the entire ordeal of just a quick fuck feeling like something much more than he's used to. You're supposed to just take his mind off of his long time crush currently probably getting railed in the car outside- and you're doing much more than that. 

It’s like you’re giving him something entirely new to think about. Like you’re someone capable of filling her place in his head. 

Your hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into his leather jacket. The warm skin of your thighs, feeling just so good in his hands. And not to mention that clench of your core around his length, making him feel sensitive even despite the condom he wears. 

"What if you just find someone else, too?" You'd wondered at him at the bar earlier, cheek a little squished as you rested your face on one of your hands, looking at him. "She clearly doesn't want you from what I can tell. So stop pining after someone who doesn't see you." You'd boldly stated, throwing the bucket of cold water over his head- shaking him awake, in a way, because no one's really put it out in the open like that to him up until you. It's tough to hear it, but it's the truth- and you're right. 

He needed a distraction. And you seemed to be the perfect opportunity. 

Lucy had always kept him close- dangling him from a string in front of her heart, never letting him reach it- because it had always been closed off, her interest more in what she could gain from him, and not what she could give him as well. She clearly only really kept him close so he could do things for her- help her move, build up furniture, take care of her cat multiple times a week, even buy her things. Jungkook paid for her rent for half a year- simply because he wanted to show her that he was in it with a full and honest heart. 

He wanted her to see him. But just like you said, she doesn't. Because she doesn't want to see him. She doesn't want him. 

"And where would I find someone else?" Jungkook had asked, eyes finding yours as you'd shrugged. 

"Can't promise you a mind-blowing experience-" You'd told him, one of your legs moving forward to playfully kick his boot. "-but I'm right here." 

And right here you are. 

You smell really nice- he realizes that as he rests his head in the crook of your neck, your skin flushed and hot against his lips. He's not sure why he feels almost guilty taking you like this- you seem more like someone who deserves a romantic date night and then a good long slow-fuck in an actual bedroom, not some underground club storage room. You're currently single, and he knows that from you as well, but he's sure that you won't have any trouble finding someone in the near future. 

Though the thought of it makes him a little.. Upset, almost. Jealous? 

"You close?" He growls into your neck, and you simply nod in response, making him chuckle. You seemed so nonchalant about the whole thing, but you're actually kind of cute in this moment. He's, despite his looks, not one to usually do these kinds of things- he's a romantic, even if it's more of an unconventional one. He craves something real and authentic, something that knocks the breath out of his lungs and swallows his heart whole.  

Huh. 

Maybe under different circumstances, you could've been just that for him. He can imagine falling for you if you'd met sooner, or in a different situation- you seem very nice, with a laid back personality added to it. Your pretty face and pretty body is just an added bonus- and he feels a bit disappointed knowing he'll never see you fully nude.

What could you be hiding underneath those clothes? 

For sure something to be worshipped, a body meant to be made love to and not this right now. But you're already at the end, as he bites his lips and pushes you over the edge, your fingers clawing at his leather jacket as you weakly whimper out in pleasure, his own high a lot softer than yours. That doesn't mean it's any less fulfilling- in fact it's a pretty damn good one, drawn out, making the muscles in his thighs stutter a bit as he holds you up for a bit longer, before he slowly sets you back down to your feet.  

You avoid looking at him now. He wonders if you regret it.  

But is that really any of his business? 

"Okay?" He asks, much to his own surprise as he helps you stand, music dull, bass almost the only thing you can both hear as he strips the condom off and finds some tissues to clean himself up- giving some to you as well. You take them silently, and clean yourself up, watching him throw everything into a trash bin nearby. It's only now that you seem to take a look around the small storage room you're both in, before you pull up your underwear, cringing at the odd feeling in your legs. "You good?" Jungkook chuckles- but you still don't look at him, simply nod before you seem to adjust yourself. How do you really feel about this? 

It's none of his business. So why does he feel like it is?  

"Do you.. I don't know, do you want me to drive you home?" He wonders. "If your friend isn't back, I mean." He adds, and you shrug.  

"Yeah." You tell him almost indifferently, before he nods, and leads you back outside, music suddenly loud and clear again. "but.. I think I can see here over there." You mumble, as Jungkook adjusts the back of your clothes for you, something he didn't even notice doing until his hands were already on you. There's something.. odd about you. A strange attraction, almost.  

He's not sure if it's just post-sex-attachment, or if it's genuine interest.  

“She seems awfully... occupied though.” Jungkook chuckles, watching together with you how she pretty much doesn’t seem to care that she’s basically getting undressed by the guy on the dancefloor. “I’ll wait with you at the bar if you’d like.” He suggests, and you shake your head, visibly disappointed.  

“No.” You deny. “Just..” You pull your little bag a little tighter over your shoulder. “..I changed my mind. Take me home, please.” You ask without looking at him, and he nods quietly, a hand on your shoulder leading you outside.  

His car is a little old, but the interior is clean and smells nice. He instantly turns the heat on, making sure you’re comfortable, radio playing quietly in the background while you click your phone into the holder, the navigation app having started to show him the journey to your home. “Oh? We don’t live that far apart.” He notices, as he pulls out of the parking lot in front of the club. “I live near the subway station, where that weird store is. The one where that old lady sells healing crystals and shit like that.” He attempts to smalltalk, and you nod.  

“Yeah, I know that one.” You answer. “My mom used to be friends with the woman that owns the shop..” You shrug.  

“Oh, cool.” He offers. “I don’t really believe in that stuff, but each their own.” He tells you.  

“I don’t believe in it either.” You admit. “But my mom does, so I just.. Pretend I do. I don’t like to fight with her.” You say, looking out the window to see it starting to rain a little.  

“You seem like someone who doesn’t like arguments.” He chuckles. “Which is a compliment, by the way.” He makes sure to underline. “Can I ask why you.. Seem so sad right now?”  

“Sure you can.” You say, before you look back at your hands in your lap. “It’s.. She does it a lot. My friend, I mean.” You admit, before you sigh. “I feel like she’s just.. I don’t know. Like I’m just a placeholder, good enough when there’s no one else around.”  

“Hm, I get what you mean.” He answers. “Some people are shit like that. My mom used to marry and divorce like she was aiming for a world record.” He laughs easily, stopping at a red light. “Some people just can’t be alone. It eats them up- so they take whatever company they can, and love too easily.” Jungkook explains.  

“But where’s the love in that?” You mumble almost too quiet for him to catch, looking out the window again where two children run through the rain after what you believe might be their mother holding a yellow umbrella.  

“For some, that’s love.” He shrugs. “It’s different for anybody. My definition of love probably is different from yours, and that’s fine too.” He offers.  

“I don’t even know.. What it is.” You sigh, defeated in your tone. “I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like.”  

“You’ll know when it happens, trust me.” He tries to lift your mood. “Maybe we can.. I don’t know. Stay in touch, hang around together. I promise I might look like it but I’m not involved in any drug-related drama.” He laughs. “But all you need might just be a good friendgroup, a nice social circle. And I promise my friends are all cool, even though they’re all guys. They’re all in relationships- well, apart from me, but you know why that issue exists.” He chuckles.  

“You shouldn’t let her use you anymore, you know?” You say quietly, as the surrounding area outside the car becomes familiar. “You’re.. Too nice for someone like that.” You say, as he parks in front of the apartment building your phone exclaims is your destination of choice. You reach over to take your phone from the plastic holder, when you notice Jungkook watching you intently, before he speaks.  

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, and you look at him with wide eyes, interior lights of his car reflecting in them, making him even more eager to find out how it’ll feel like if you gave him the chance. You shrug, before you nod, visibly confused, while his eyes roam around your face, as if they can’t decide what feature of yours to focus on.  

Everything looks too magical right now. Like some cheesy romantic drama.

He’s not sure if he likes it or not.  

But as his hand reaches out to help angle your face right to place his lips against yours, he’s surely enough made his decision, sweet lipbalm of yours fruity on his tongue as he fails to keep his cool, leaning over further, both of your eyes closed as you get lost in the whole action- though he finally has to break free, the moment enough to cut the spell you both have been under.  

“Well fuck me.” He starts to laugh. “Now I’ll definitely need your number.” he jokes, as he takes out his phone to do just that, your fingers typing in the numbers of your phone, your heart still racing in your chest.

All while his words keep repeating in your head.

'You'll know when it happens, trust me.'

[syluscore]

I abso-fuckin-lutely loved In the Middle! Like, it was chefs kiss.

I would like to request somethin similar to that if you don't mind. It's like a Leon x Ada x fem! reader. I know I'm a genius, right?

Also, I frickin love you're work like it's more than chefs kiss, it's total perfection😍😍😍

Fine Line

~Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader x Ada Wong~

Word count: 6239

Content warnings: fluff, angst, smut, sexual content, MFF threesome, established relationship, they're both with reader but not each other, confessions of feelings, kissing, sub reader, dom leon, dom ada, breeding kink, mommy kink, mentions of impregnating reader, minor arguing, p in v sex, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, strap on, pussy eating, oral (f recieving), squirting for first time, praising

Thanks for your patience anon <3

!!!!!MINORS DNI! THIS BLOG AND POST ARE 18+ ONLY!!!!!

It’s already three am when you’re finally returning home from a work trip. It was only supposed to last a weekend, but due to your boss’s fuck up, it lasted over two god forsaken weeks. 

You figure everyone will be asleep considering it’s so late, so you quietly let yourself in the back door and lock up behind you. 

You’re silently unlacing your boots when you hear voices coming from the kitchen. Your hands instantly freeze up as you try to hear who is up at this hour. 

You’re too far away to make out anything, so you finish unlacing your boots, quietly setting them down and tiptoeing towards the kitchen.

You sit quietly in the dark dining room. You’re barely breathing in your attempt to remain hidden. You don’t know why you have the urge to eavesdrop, but here you are being suspicious as hell. 

You hear a loud sigh. “How long have you felt this way?” You recognize Leon’s voice immediately. 

You can tell already this is a heavy conversation. Usually the house was filled with laughter and teasing and happiness, but tonight it was darker. 

“Since the day I met her, probably.” 

So it’s Ada and Leon talking. Your two roommates and best friends.

Leon huffs out a laugh and you’re not sure what to make of their tone. Who are they talking about? How are they feeling? What’s going on?

“How’d we manage to both catch feelings for our roommate? What’s wrong with us?” 

Your heart drops and feels like it might fall out of your ass. They’re talking about you? They have feelings for you? Both of them?

Feelings of guilt start to creep in without permission. Are you going to come between their friendship? What if they ask you to choose? Please don’t make you choose, please.

You’d never forgive yourself. You could turn around now and pretend you never heard anything. Maybe they’d drop it and never bring the subject up to you. All three of you could repress your feelings in peace.

You know it’d be fucking painful, but it could be worth it to preserve the friendships you’ve fought to maintain over the years. 

“I don’t know. I think it’s just her.” 

“What, how she’s absolutely perfect in every sense of the word? She doesn’t even have to try to get me wrapped around her finger. She says jump, I say how high. Makes me feel like a fucking schoolboy.” 

Ada laughs at Leon’s explanation and you can’t hold back your smile. 

“That about sums it up.” Ada agrees with him.

They think you’re perfect? No one knows you better than they do and they still believe that load of shit? Maybe they really are in over their heads. Leon, you can see being a hopelessly devoted lover. But you never thought you’d see the day Ada was in just as deep. And all for the same girl who’s never viewed herself as anything more than mediocre at best? It’s a hard thought to process, that’s for sure. 

“Did you ever plan on telling her? I’ve wanted to so many times, but I’ve always chickened out.” 

“Oh Leon. It’s more complicated than boy meets girl and pursues her. That’s a given basically; it’s what’s expected. But I’m a woman who doesn’t even know if she’s into women.” Ada takes a long swig of her drink and lets out a heavy sigh. 

Leon hums as he ponders Ada’s words. 

Ada’s been pining over you even though there’s a chance you might be straight? She still admired you so much to catch feelings regardless. 

It just adds to that gross guilty feeling growing inside of you.

You’d never intentionally been evasive about expressing your sexuality. You’ve always thought your sexuality and gender expression was just fluid, not wanting to put yourself into a box. Labels made things official and you’ve always been noncommittal. And somehow that has leaked over into how you identify as well.

What do these idiots see in you? 

“Maybe she’s not into men and I’m shit out of luck. If she isn’t open about it, maybe it’s because she doesn’t identify with the norm?” Leon’s voice is shaky, almost as if he’s nervous. Is he nervous? God, you wish you could comfort him and tell him everything is your fault and not his. He always blames himself, always. 

They sit in silence for a minute. It’s not an awkward silence. They’re expressing their feelings and helping each other process, so it’s a respectful silence as they try to correlate together the best words. 

Leon speaks up again, “I don’t want to come between you two. You should pursue her and I’ll back off.” 

“Don’t do that to yourself, Leon. Don’t sell yourself short like that.” 

“What are the chances she’s into both of us?” Leon speaks before he thinks, “I mean, obviously everyone would have to agree to that and I’m just spitballing ideas here-“

Ada cuts him off, “Maybe she could be. It’s not like she’s expressed her desire for a strictly monogamous relationship either.” 

Leon’s voice is so quiet you barely hear it, “Do you love her?”

His voice is so vulnerable and it feels as if that alone has split your heart in half. Is he hurting over this? How long has he been hurting?

“I do.” Ada states without hesitation. She’s so sure of her feelings for you. A single tear streaks down your cheek as the emotional turmoil tears you apart inside. 

“I think I do too.” 

You have to cover your mouth with both hands to fight back any sounds. Your body aches with the need to sob, but you won’t allow yourself to. No, you have to be strong for both of them.

“What are the chances one of us gets our heart broken?” Leon’s voice is still so small. 

“There’s always a chance. But if you love her as you say you do, you must believe the risk is worth it? For the chance that your love will be reciprocated?” 

“Fuck. She could break my heart a thousand times and I’d probably ask her to do it again.” 

They both burst out laughing at Leon’s confession. 

“I mean, what do we do, Ada? Do we talk to her about this? Do we do it separately or together? How do we even go about it? When does someone even bring something like that up?”

You can’t take it anymore. You can’t stand the thought of your best friends hurting—your favorite people in the entire world. So you abandon your hiding spot and enter the dimly lit kitchen.

“How about now?”

Leon and Ada’s heads both whip in your direction as you nervously rub your sweaty palms on your pants in the doorway. 

Once the shock wears off, Leon’s face lights up as he stands up from his stool. He takes long strides toward you before pulling you into a tight hug. 

His lips place gentle kisses in your hair as he mumbles, “I missed you so damn much.”

All you can do is nod into his chest as you pull him to you even tighter. You grip each other like the other might disappear into thin air if your grasp waivers even the tiniest bit. 

Leon’s smell and presence fully wraps around you and it’s the most comfortable you’ve felt in weeks. Has his embrace always felt like this? Has he always felt like home?

He pulls away just enough so that he can look down at you. “Did you hear all of that?”

Your cheeks flame with your embarrassment as you nod at him once again. His attention on you alone has stolen your ability to speak. As if his mere presence has you in a chokehold.

“And?” He asks, pleading with his eyes. 

All you can do is stare up at him as you try to find any words at all. Your brain feels like mush as you meet his stare and feel Ada’s burning into you.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, forcing yourself to get out what needs to be said. Your eyes open up and you speak quickly before you can talk yourself out of it.

“I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have both of my favorite people ever love me as much as I love them.”

Your eyes leave Leon’s and connect with Ada’s, “Nothing else has ever made this much sense to me.”

You bring your eyes back to Leon. His jaw has dropped and his eyes wide. He looks at you like he can’t believe those words actually left your mouth. You can’t stop the smile that grows on your face at his reaction. 

“So… Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna kiss me?”

Leon blinks once before he’s crashing his lips into yours. His hands are immediately cupping your jaw as his body pushes your back against the doorframe. 

Your body instantly melts at the way he handles you. The way his hands hold you to him so firmly. His soft lips dominate yours like a starved man. His firm body perfectly fits against yours. His erection jerks to life against your belly. 

You whimper as he nibbles on your lip impatiently. Your body instinctively arches into him as your head lols back, silently egging him on.

You force yourself to pull away from him, remembering the other person you desperately need as well.

“Ada,” you turn your head so your eyes lock on hers. “Please, I need you.”

Leon’s lips trail from your mouth, across your jaw, and down to your throat.

Ada stands from her stool and slowly makes her way over to you. She stops when she’s a mere inches away from you.

“I could never say no to you.”

“Promise?” Your prompting causes Ada to smirk before leaning forward and capturing your lips with hers. 

Leon pulls himself away from you so that Ada can be fully engrossed with you. Her body is instantly pressed up against yours as her lips force yours apart. She ravishes them like she’s searching for something and you hope to god she finds it. 

Neither of their kisses are gentle and it drives you crazy. Both of their lips have sent smoke signals straight to your pussy and it has you soaked within a few minutes. You want to be embarrassed, but you can’t bring yourself to feel that way. You can’t feel anything besides the throbbing in your chest, nipples, and pussy. 

Ada pulls back and stands next to Leon a few feet away from you. They devour your body with their eyes as you lick your lips and allow yourself to eat them alive with your eyes as well. 

It’s still hard to believe that was almost two years ago. Not many people understood what you were talking about when you mentioned your boyfriend and girlfriend. It bothered you for a long time but not so much anymore. Your happiness is just that, your own, so no one else’s opinion really matters. 

You daydream of that night anytime you go away, whether it be for work or pleasure. 

This time, you were scheduled to go on a work trip for three weeks and you dreaded being away from your partners for that long, but you were also excited for the project you were helping with. Both of them had offered to accompany you, but you wouldn’t allow it. You knew their jobs could require them in an instance at any given moment, so you knew that they really did need to be home and on call. 

It was a long three weeks. 

You had finally made it home again. You were exhausted from the flights and airport bullshit. All you wanted to do was crawl into any bed at all and pass out for three days.

But the second your cab driver is pulling up in front of your house, Leon is throwing open the front door and hurrying down to meet you. 

You’re pulling your suitcases out of the trunk when he comes to a halt beside you. He gently grabs the bags from your hands, shaking his head in disapproval of you doing the heavy lifting yourself.

You thank the driver, giving him a large tip for leaving you alone the whole ride. You always hated cab drivers who tried to make small talk. Like just drive the car, step on it actually.

The second Leon passes through the threshold of the house, he’s tossing your bags to the side and pulling you into his chest. You allow yourself to fall into his embrace, too tired for much else.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He whispers into your ear, “Never torture me like this again. I’ll roll over and die next time I swear. I’m gonna have to put a ring on that finger and a baby in that belly so I can keep you safe in the house forever.”

You giggle into his chest and shake your head, “You’ve really gone crazy, huh?”

“Never been more clear headed in my life.”

“Sounds like something a crazy person would say.”

He cups your chin between his fingers, “The first thing you do when you finally get home is call me crazy? How dare you?” Then he’s pulling your lips into his with a searing kiss. 

He’s the definition of a golden retriever boyfriend. 

Always wants to be next to you when you’re around. Needs to protect you and cherish you. When you’re gone, he mopes around waiting for you to get back. When you’re both home, he can’t stay away for long. Always ending up searching you out and demanding your undivided attention. Surely if he had ears and a tail, they’d be perked up and wagging whenever you’re near him. 

And you absolutely love it.

You pull your lips from his, smiling up at him. He smiles, or more like beams, right back at you. 

A throat clears from the hallway. “How was your flight?”

Your heart rate immediately picks up at the sound of Ada’s voice. 

Before you even realize it, you’re rushing over to her. You nearly trip over your own feet in your haste to get to her.

The second you’re within reach, you’re throwing your arms around her body and nuzzling your face into her neck. She chuckles and shakes her head at you in response, but doesn’t do anything to stop you. Oh no, she pulls you even tighter against her. 

If Leon’s a puppy, Ada is a cat. 

She’ll miss you while you’re gone, but never admit the words aloud. But her eyes and purrs say it all when you’re back in her arms. She won’t come barking at the door upon your arrival, but she will make her presence known. She’ll quietly demand attention, but she’ll still make you come and get her. 

Both of their devotion runs just as deep, but they each express it in such different ways. 

You hear Leon’s footsteps approach you from behind. 

“You’re mine tonight, right? I won’t make it through the night without you.”

“Fat chance, Leon.” Ada states firmly.

“I’m not letting her go tonight. Cannot, will not.”

“No.”

“Yes!”

“I’m keeping her tonight.”

“Like fuck you are. I’m fucking taking her and I’m gonna fuck her so loud there won’t be anywhere in this house you could go where you won’t hear it.”

You cut into their little dispute, “This isn’t a fucking pissing contest. It’s not up to you two. I can decide where I want to stay tonight.”

“With me, obviously.” Leon says, crossing his arms with an attitude.

“Maybe I’ll just sleep alone in my room tonight.”

“NO!” They both shout at the same time. You try to fight back the smile creeping up your face, but fail miserably. You can’t help it, they really are your sweet little pets.

“Then we compromise.”

“How? What do you need?” Ada asks, cupping your cheek and making you look her right in the eyes.

“You’ll both just refuse my idea anyways.”

“Try me.” Leon says. He’s brought himself much closer to you than he was previously. His words are spoken right into your ear and you can’t help the chills that sneak up your spine.

“Can you both stay with me tonight? I missed you both so much. I’ll lay in the middle. You guys won’t have to touch or anything. I just want you both right now. I know we usually keep things separate, but maybe just this one time? For me? Then we can go back to how things usually are.” Your voice is pleading, but you don’t really care. You are pleading with them.

Silence follows for what feels like minutes, but in reality is probably just a few seconds. 

“Anything for you. I need to be with you so much too.” Leon is the first to speak. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear and you almost lean into his hand. 

You stare into Ada’s eyes again. You can tell she wants to refuse, but she also misses you so much. She might not say it aloud, but her whole body aches with the need to stay close to you. Is she willing to cross her boundaries just to stay with you tonight? Yes, absolutely yes.

“Okay.” She finally agrees and you pull her into a kiss. You could thank her, tell her how much you appreciate it, but you know she doesn’t care much for words. She’d rather you kiss her and show her how you feel.

You pull back and look between the two. “Alright. Okay. Right. I’m beat, you guys ready to come to bed with me?”

They agree easily and it’s not long before everyone is changed into their comfy clothes and tucked underneath the covers.

You lay in the middle of the bed, Ada on your left and Leon on your right. You lay facing Ada, your arm and leg thrown over her while Leon spoons you from behind. They make sure neither of them is crossing over the other, only touching you. 

Of course you’ve laid between them before, but never for the whole night. Once it’s time for bed, you usually go to sleep with one of them for one on one time. It’s always been the best way to maneuver the relationship and everyone is usually happy with that arrangement.

Tonight is a bit weird, but you’re happy to be with both of them. You’ve always liked the idea of something like this, but they’ve always wanted their alone time at night. It’s not like that’s the only time you can be alone with one of them. You’re alone with each of them often, but they’ll never have enough. Neither will you honestly.

Leon shifts his body slightly and you suddenly feel his full erection pressed against your ass.

“Leon,” you scold him, but he just chuckles.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I’m not the only one who missed you, you know?”

“I know, I can feel it.”

He laughs again before the room falls back into comfortable silence.

But of course it’s not long before Leon is grinding his dick into you slowly. He’s trying to be discreet, but it’s obvious to everyone in the bed what he’s doing.

“Leon.”

This time it’s Ada who speaks up and scolds him. Her voice is stern and even has you going completely still.

“Oh please, Ada. You really gonna act like you’re not as desperate for her as I am? As if.”

“I’m not the one acting like a dog in heat right now.”

“First of all-“

You cut Leon off, “Guys seriously? That’s enough. There are three sexually frustrated people in one bed right now and I don’t think the best solution is tearing each other's heads off. Knock it off.”

Leon grinds his dick into you even harder.

“So you admit it too? You need this just as much as me. Come on baby, let me fix all of your problems. Let me fuck you to sleep.”

“For fucks sake.” Ada huffs out.

“Ada,” you whisper to her shyly. She turns her head towards you, your faces a mere inches apart. “I want you both so bad. I’ve been trying to sleep and just ignore it, but he’s teasing me and I can’t take it anymore.”

She whispers back, “Do you want me to go?”

“No, fuck no. I want you to stay. I want you both to stay. I’m desperate for you and him.”

Leon speaks up, “We can make it work. Take turns, whatever you’re comfortable with. I’ll stay out of your way when you need me to and you’ll stay out of mine. It’s been a long three weeks. Whatever the princess wants, she should get. Don’t you agree?” 

Leon’s hand grips your hip, pulling your ass back against his dick. You both make pathetic noises at such deep contact.

“Is that what you want? Both of us to share you right now?” Ada asks, her hand reaching out and cupping your cheek.

“Yes. I need it.”

That’s all it takes for Ada to press her lips into yours and slide her tongue along the seam of your mouth, asking for entrance. You oblige gladly and slip your tongue against hers, whining into the kiss as Leon continues to grind into you. 

You reach back in an attempt to touch Leon, but he swats your hand away. 

“Tonight is all about you, baby doll. Just focus on feeling good, we’ll take care of you.”

You whimper into Ada’s mouth at Leon’s words. You never considered yourself to be a strictly submissive person before the two of them, but now it’s undeniable—inevitable. You can’t manage to keep yourself from following their every command. You’ll fall to your knees for them before either even has to ask. 

Giving yourself over to them is easy. It’s what they’ll put your body through, the limits both of them are obsessed with pushing, that’s… not so easy. 

Every thrust of Leon’s hips against your ass pushes your pussy into Ada. Your body feels like it’s being teased from both sides and it’s driving you crazy. This little bit of friction already isn’t enough. You need more. More what? You’re not sure, but given the circumstances, you’re not at all feeling picky. 

Leon’s mouth is directly against your ear. “You want me to fuck you just like this? Wanna scream into your girlfriend's mouth while I pound you with my cock?”

You arch your back, pushing your ass firmly into his cock. “Please. Want it so bad.”

You’re already soaked. It’s been a long, miserable three weeks without being touched. Sure, you’d touch yourself when you needed it, but you won’t even attempt to convince yourself it’s at all the same thing. Nothing compares to their hands on you.

You’re so desperate, so lost in the attention you’re receiving that you don’t realize how you’ve been sucking on Ada’s tongue consistently until she laughs. 

Your eyes widen as a blush grows across your face. You try to pull your head back, but Ada is quick to pull your mouth back to hers. She kisses you deeply before her lips start to trail across your jaw, slowly approaching your neck.

Leon’s thumbs slip underneath the waistband of your pants. Your position is too awkward for you to lift your hips to help him. But Ada picks up on what he wants and helps lift your hips as he frees you of your pants and panties, all in one quick swipe. 

His fingers are instantly circling your clit and slipping between your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for us.” He groans into your hair. “Ada, feel how wet our sweet girl is.”

Ada doesn’t hesitate as her fingers toy with you right alongside Leon’s. She bites into your shoulder at the feeling of your arousal coating her fingers, a quiet moan escaping her lips.

Leon grabs your leg and drapes it over Ada’s hips, opening up and exposing your cunt for him. Ada is quick to grip your hip and hold you in place for him.

Your clit is firmly pressed against her leg. The position is emphasizing the throbbing of your needy pussy and it has you whining out your wordless pleas. 

Ada and Leon are both very familiar with your noises. They know what you’re asking for without you having to speak it out loud.

“You want me to fuck you now? So impatient. Do you need it that bad? Need me to split you in half?”

You nod frantically, the seductive tone of his voice driving you mad. Neither one of them moves or makes an attempt to pleasure you.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me.” You finally find the words, them coming out more abrasive than intended. But they don’t mind, oh no, Ada smirks as Leon chuckles at your neediness.

“You heard her,” Ada finally speaks. She pulls her mouth away from your skin so she can get a good look at your face as Leon positions his cock at your entrance.

You’re desperately clinging to Ada, bracing yourself in anticipation of his thrusts. It’s been so long, you’re all in dire need of each other. You know he’s not going to hold back; you know his pace will be brutal and punishing and holy shit do you need it so bad. So fucking bad.

Your eyes roll back into your head as he pushes his cock slowly into you until he’s completely bottomed out. His balls are rubbing against Ada’s leg, but she makes no protests. She’s too focused and absolutely enthralled with the look on your fucked out face.

Leon only holds still for a few moments before he does exactly what you expected him to. He’s pounding your pussy like he’s trying to resuscitate you with his cock. Which is very contradicting to the way his thrusts are taking your breath away. 

You stare into Ada’s dark lust blown eyes as you struggle to keep yours open. Your eyelids flutter with each shock of pleasure coursing through your body.

The harder Leon fucks you into Ada, the more friction you gain on your clit from her thigh. You’re already so close, feeling your pussy clenching around Leon’s fat cock. 

“I can feel how close you are, baby. This tight little pussy is squeezing my cock so tight. You gonna milk me dry? Gonna let me fill this pussy with my come?”

With Leon’s words, Ada is instantly sliding her hand between your thighs and rubbing her fingers against your clit so fast you can barely stand the overwhelming feeling. It’s too much, way too fucking much, but it’s so fucking good. So good in fact-

“I’m coming! Oh fuck,” you whine out as pathetic moans pour from your mouth nonstop. Your nails are digging into Ada’s shoulders and you can’t stop it. You need something to hold onto as you shake and fall apart between them. 

Leon pulls out of you as Ada lays you on your back. You’re panting, head foggy from your orgasm.

Leon climbs back on top of you and thrusts is cock into your sloppy and sticky pussy. 

Your fingers cling to the sheets beneath you as your eyes search for Ada. You notice her back to you as she heads for the door.

“W-where are you going?” you squeak out, body overstimulated as Leon continues shoving his cock deep into your pussy. 

“Be right back,” Ada turns and looks at you, seeing the unsure look on your face. “I promise.” You nod at her and she exits the room.

You look up at Leon, finally looking at his face for the first time since he’s been inside you. 

“Hi,” he smiles at you.

“Hi.”

And he finally kisses you, way too softly compared to his aggressive thrusts. You wrap your arms around him, gripping him tightly. 

You get lost in the kiss, blissfully unaware of how much time has passed. Maybe 10 seconds, maybe 3 hours. All you know is you’ll never get enough of this. You could literally climb inside his body and live there and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“I’m gonna cream this pussy. Gonna stuff you full with my come. You’re gonna feel it as your girlfriend fucks you, knowing you belong to both of us. Got us both fucking pussy whipped. God, I could stay inside you forever, fuck. I’m coming, holy shit, I’m coming.”

Leon lets out a loud whine as he comes hard. You feel his come filling you up, just the way you like it. His cock is kicking and throbbing inside of you and you feel it all. You feel it against every sensitive spot inside of you. 

Leon finally pulls out of you and his come is instantly rushing out of you, pooling on the sheets beneath your ass cheeks.

“I knew you were gonna milk me dry. Now be a good girl for Ada and take everything she gives you, yeah?”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, before he lays down next to you. Behind him stands a naked Ada with a lubed up strap-on secured tightly to her hips.

You whine just looking at how big the toy is. It’s thicker and longer than Leon’s cock, which is already fucking huge. They’re trying to kill you and they’re going to succeed. They’re going to kill you.

“Come here, princess,” Leon pulls your back into his sweaty chest. He pulls your shirt over your head, exposing your braless chest for both of them to ogle at. 

He slowly eases your legs open, wrapping them around his. Every private piece of you is all on display for Ada and she couldn’t look more hypnotized if she tried. She’s good at keeping a stone face as she dominates you, but you love when she can’t hold back her amazement with you. When it consumes her and there’s no hiding it.

She snaps back to reality and makes her way between your legs. Your hands shoot to Leon’s hips, bracing yourself again to be fucked raw. 

“Tell her you want it, princess. Be a good girl and tell her exactly what you want.” Leon instructs you as Ada rubs the lube around on the toy. 

“I… I want you to fuck me with your cock, mommy. I wanna be a good girl and come all over it for you. Can I please take mommy’s cock?” you plead and feel Leon’s cock go semi hard at your words.

“Fuck, you’re making me hard again. Look at what you do to us. You're goddamn perfect.”

You look up at Ada and she nods in agreement with Leon’s words before lining the toy up with your hole.

“Take a deep breath for me,” Ada instructs and you comply immediately. You suck in a large breath of air and hold it for a few seconds before releasing it. And as you breathe out, Ada shoves her cock all the way into you.

You scream out as your back arches into her body. Your hands leave Leon and immediately cling to Ada’s hips as she slowly, but deeply fucks you.

“Mommy, fuck. That feels so good. Oh god, I’m already close,” you whine out, holding back tears. 

“Hold it. Don’t come until I tell you to.” 

She knows what telling you to wait does to you. You fight it hard, not letting her words push you over the edge. You’ll be a good girl. You’ll let her fuck you until she’s satisfied and then she’ll let you come all over her. But fuck, it’s so hard. Your pussy is instinctively clenching around her, trying to keep her cock as deep inside of you as it can go.

You throw your head back and pathetically whine into Leon’s neck. He rubs soothing circles into your belly as Ada presses her forehead into yours. Your whole body is shaking with the need to come, threatening to combust and erase you from existence completely. 

Ada picks up the pace slowly at first, easing you into it, but it doesn’t last long. She can’t hold herself back anymore and soon she’s fucking into you brutally. 

You can’t hold back the noises constantly leaving your mouth. Between whining, moaning, panting, and incoherently babbling, you at some point start crying. Tears are streaming down your face as every muscle in your body trembles.

“Doing such a good job,” Leon praises you, lips against your hair.

“Mmm-mommy,” your voice is pleading.

“I think you deserve your reward. What do you think, Leon?” Ada questions. 

He doesn’t respond with words, but rather brings his fingers to your swollen, dripping clit. He doesn’t have to move them. All he does is apply firm pressure and your clit throbbing against his fingers sends you over the edge.

You’re screaming and shaking and quivering and crying and you can’t stop. Your body has imploded into a supernova of pure pleasure. You never want to come down, but at the same time, the ecstasy is teetering on a fine line of pain and pleasure.

Ada’s thrusts finally stop and Leon takes his fingers off of you. Your vision is blurry and your body is numb.

It takes a few minutes for you to come back down to earth, but when you do, you realize Ada and Leon are just staring at you. Almost in awe–almost in complete wonder.

“Has she ever done that for you?” Leon asks Ada.

“Nope.”

“Me either.”

You cut in breathlessly, “What?”

Leon grips your chin and forces you to look between your legs at the absolute mess on your thighs and sheets. Even Ada and Leon’s thighs are soaked and it dawns on you what happened.

“Oh god,” you gasp in embarrassment. You try to shut your legs, but the two of them work together to keep them open. 

“Are you embarrassed?” Leon teases and you refuse to look either of them in the eyes.

“You’re so perfect,” Ada praises as she massages your thighs, causing you to whine at the contact. 

Squirting, something you believed you weren’t capable of doing, didn’t just happen in front of one of them, but both of them. You’ll never live this down. 

“Fuck, I need you again. Get on your hands and knees for me.” Leon demands, but no one moves. You’re too embarrassed and Ada’s still too shocked to respond. 

“Ada,” Leon gets her attention. “A little help here?”

She nods as she removes the toy from her hips, tossing it somewhere to the side. She gets out from between your legs and sits up against the headboard. She pulls and Leon pushes you towards her, positioning you with your face between her thighs and ass up in the air for Leon.

“You wanna eat mommy’s pussy while he breeds your pussy again, sweet girl?” Ada speaks and her filthy words have you whimpering. Ada doesn’t always participate in dirty talk, so when she does it’s a special occasion. You could never say no to her when she asks so nicely.

You nod frantically before bringing your face to her wet cunt. You gently stroke her with the tip of your tongue and she bites her lip, holding eye contact with you. 

You continue to tease her, but your face falls fully against her as Leon presses into you again. Your thighs are already quivering and you have no idea how you’ll survive taking him again.

Ada runs her fingers through your hair, “Just focus on me, love. You’re doing so well.”

The praise has you sucking her harshly and squeezing your eyes tightly. You wanted to be used and fucked like this and you’ll be damned if you tap out now. You can take, you know you can, so you fucking will. Even if it does kill you.

But after a few minutes of Leon’s thrusts and the taste of Ada on your tongue, your brain turns to mush again. All you can do is lol your tongue out of your mouth as Ada grinds against it, chasing her long awaited high. 

With the way Ada’s thighs tremble and Leon’s thrusts become sloppy, you know they’re both close and you’re desperate for them to come.

You somehow find the strength to suck on Ada again as she grinds into your face and clench around Leon at the same time. When they both cry out at the same time, you know you’ve done it.

Ada’s thighs squeeze around your head, holding you tightly in place as you feel Leon fill you with his come again. You’re exhausted and once Ada releases your head, you fall face first into the sheets.

Ada and Leon share a look, before Leon raises both his hands for a high five. Ada cocks her eyebrow before shaking her head, actually giving him high fives. Leon smiles like an idiot at successfully getting Ada to go along with his antics.

Leon pulls out of you and you immediately collapse, curling yourself into a fetal position on your side. Soft snores leave your lips and they both hold back their laughs. 

“I guess I don’t mind sharing as much as I used to,” Leon whispers to Ada.

“Me too.” 

~masterlist~

[necrotic-nephilim]

i think stephcass could have been potentially interesting if fandom let steph be herself and not ultimate uwu girl boss erasing all her negative traits. where is her jealousy? unhealthy obsession with her crush and complete lack of understanding of the concept of boundaries ESPECIALLY if that person is already dating someone? where is her almost manic urge to push away other potential love interests (and at this point i realized she would NOT have been so chill with ives if tim had come out much earlier yikes)

BIG AGREE OH MY GOD YOU PUT IT INTO WORDS.

because i love TimSteph for the reasons you listed!! there's something very unhealthy and teen girl-ish in the way Steph approaches relationships. she's angrily jealous and she thinks about Tim in a possessive way. like she is just so consumed by him and it's meant to be male comic writers writing how they think teen girls write about boys in their diaries- but it comes off as incredibly toxic. it's one of her deepest character flaws and what endears me so much to 90s Steph. she throws herself so deeply into romance when she has it, like she's afraid if she lets go of it for even a second it's going to leave her. and god forbid you be the person she falls for bc you will never maintain a healthy relationship with someone she views as competition, she *will* sabotage it. and to me these are all pros of her character. i *like* seeing how vigilantes struggle to maintain normal relationships- *especially* teenage vigilantes. Steph struggles to balance her "regular" life with being Spoiler and what things deserve a Stephanie Brown reaction and what things deserve a Spoiler reaction. and when she's dating, it's almost *always* going to be a Spoiler reaction and she shades her relationships through that lense. it's why civilian partners for Steph never really interest me. (besides the fact they always feel forced and clunky, like Steph's recent think with Maps' older brother?) it doesn't explore the way Steph loves to her fullest extent and how far she goes when she's into someone. there's no sweet puppy love for Steph, when she's all in, she's *all* in. she will do what she thinks is best for Tim oftentimes by her own will without his knowledge or approval, and sometimes massively fucks things up for him. bc she's just so wrapped up in what she believes is best, consequences are secondary.

and sure, she maintains healthy friendships. bc most fodder with StephCass is very healthy and soft. bc it's a *friendship*. and it changes radically when Steph is involved romantically. it's why there's such a difference in how Steph regards Tim when they're just friends as to when they were dating. she loves him and he's always going to be important, but that obsessive passion isn't what drives them anymore. so it's something you have to consider with *any* Steph ship in which it's a character she's had a friendship with- that how she interacts with them as a friend doesn't necessarily inform how she'd regard them as a lover. and that's the issue with StephCass. even the StephCass content that *is* comics informed (tho, a lot of it isn't and while i don't think fanon needs to be based on the comics to be good, i do think Steph and Cass are difficult characters to tackle if you aren't at least semi-familiar with their canon content bc of how warped they are in the fandom-) comes off with such a rose-colored lense that sours it for me. hell, even on Cass' side, things she's *canonically* done have been weird and obsessive about Steph. but that's never explored.

(tbh dare i say it's something to do with the phenomena in fandom that yuri is morally pure and perfect and yaoi is always dirty and bad- there's this almost sanitizing of sapphic ships sometimes to make them perfect and cute together and while i'm not here to yuck someone else's yum, i do think it's *telling* that women in fandom never get to explore the complex depths of unhealthy and toxic love in the way men do bc if you make a woman evil, it's misogyny. if you sexualize a woman too much it's misogyny. if you write her doing morally fucked up things even with the understanding it is her canon character, it's misogyny and you're villainizing her. i can sit here and say Tim is canonically shitty at relationships and ppl will not. if i say the same about Steph, then i'm critiquing a woman and holding her to an unfair standard. it's exhausting. it feels like StephCass only ever exists to depict Steph and Cass as morally pure and in love angels kissing in the background while the men get to do complex and nuanced and fun things in the foreground. this thought has probably been far more explored by others with more developed nuance on it, but i just wanted to point it out bc it's a very real thing i keep seeing *especially* in the Batfam fandom-)

and equally i think Cass' reaction to this intensity and obsession from Steph could be interesting. Cass historically has had poor reactions to knowing everyone is attracted to her and thinking about her, so that level of intensity i think could cause some negative reactions out of Cass that would add some very layered conflict to the ship. some of Steph's most negative traits *do* clash with Cass' wants and needs. it makes the ship more fun! it puts Steph's flaws on display as well as Cass' flaws and her internal issues surrounding romance. StephCass could be so weird and fucked up. but it's been defanged by this fandom in a way that turns me off to it. i love both Steph and Cass and i love exploring sapphic Batfam ships, so it *should* work for me. but the irony of it being popular in anti spaces combined with no one being able to acknowledge the flaws either of these characters have for the sake of making them kiss just. bores me and it's sucked any interest i could have out of it. bc god forbid women just be a little fucked up. </3

[yakitori-queen]

working boys spoilers ahead ⚠

Alright Hatchetfield enjoyers here we go again.

So i'm sure we can all agree Working Boys was very good. Among other things, it was very funny. AMONG OTHER THINGS.

I feel that, given we are the Implications fandom we are not talking nearly enough about The Implications. So I'm gonna go on a long ramble about Hidgens' character, and all the implications about him given what we saw in the new short.

Working Boys had all the workings of a good piece of Hatchetfield media. Good horror, good comedy. But also and what i want to focus on here - it's incredibly telling.

Henry Hidgens as a character has been recurring for a while. In every story where he appears as a major character (TGWDLM, The Hatchetfield Ape Man, and now Working Boys), there's a trend - he starts off as someone eccentric at best, and ends up going completely off the rails.

Until now, we were all left to speculate about what his deal was. Now however, if you consider what we know with Working Boys, the implications suddenly get a lot more tragic.

Throughout the short, Hidgens appears as overly-perfectionistic and endlessly unsatisfied to the point of being well, kind of an asshole. That whole bit does its job well of being great comedy, but i feel the need to point out how, after watching the end of the short (Hidgens' explanations of the original working boys' death and his subsequent breakdown), it's worth going back to that to observe it in a new light.

I'm sure we all sort of expected that his backstory would be something fucked up like that, but i feel it's important to look at the details. Let's analyze the way Hidgens acts about the death of the Working Boys.

Obviously it was something deeply traumatic. He recounts it gravely as "the worst day of my [his] life", for good reason. Then, it's also obvious that this entire Working Boys musical he created is a tribute to honor his dead friends (possibly lovers)'s memory - just before their ghosts appear to him, he laments about butchering their memory ("Oh boys, I'm so sorry.") It appears that the entire in-universe Working Boys musical is an elaborate coping mechanism Hidgens has created in order to handle the horrific deaths of his loved ones.

Knowing this, it suddenly makes a lot more sense why he seems so frustrated and never satisfied with how his vision for the musical is enacted so long as it doesnt adhere strictly to his original script. Working Girls was never going to work - it was doomed from the start, because Hidgens could never handle even the slightest change to his script, because it is of deep emotional importance to him as a work that directly relates to the most traumatic event of his life.

When the Working Boys' apparitions appear to him, he seems to just take it in stride, as though it's a completely normal thing. Notice that he also did this in TGWDLM. Then he completely snaps.

Working Boys as a short makes Hidgens' character incredibly more tragic once you realize that it makes it clear that most of Hidgens' sanity was lost in that incident when all of the Working Boys died. And ever since then, he's always one minor inconvenience away from a complete breakdown.

[d4rkdi0rrr]

First off I just want to say I LOVED you’re other Leo x reader writing 😭

Could you write a sort of enemies (they just argue a lot lol) to friends to lovers with Leo on the Argo. Like maybe he’s blasting country music like 24/7 while he works and the reader hates it (sorry to any country music lovers lmao). Or like the reader is one room down from him and she just hears the power tools going all night. And maybe the reader ticks him off too because she like keeps breaking her weapons, or starts playing loud music to retaliate idk. But then one day they are paired together for night patrol or cleaning duty. Leo’s like “dude why do you hate me so much??” and the readers like “who said I hate you??

(Sorry if this is long I’m horrible at explaining things lol 😭)

he hates me, he hates me not

(im glad you liked the leo x reader fic and thank u sm for this request! it was a little rushed so i apologise in advance but it was rlly fun to write <3)

leo valdez x fem!reader

cw: arguing, enemies to lovers, swearing, reader cabin not specified, not proof read

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Leo Valdez was infuriating to say the least.

You had agreed to join the quest, thinking that you and Leo could become good friends. What was there to dislike? He could be funny (at times), cared about his friends and had a nice face (something you would never admit out loud). But boy were you wrong. He held some sort of personal vendetta against you, ticking you off on purpose, making your life a literal living hell. You had no idea why he hated you so much.

"Maybe he likes you," Piper giggled, fanning her freshly painted nails. You two, along with Hazel and Annabeth were in Piper's room, having a girl's night.

"Me and Percy were like that before we got together too, y'know," Annabeth agreed, grabbing a cookie from the box that was sat beside your position on the bed.

"Oh please," you scoffed. "You guys know how much he pisses me off. It's too bad he has such a pretty face - oh shit." Realising what you'd said out loud, you immediately covered your face with your hands. "Please forget what I just said."

"Aww, someone's got a crush!" Squealed Hazel, throwing a pillow at you, "we are never letting you live this down."

You rolled your eyes at her. Just as you were about to grab the last cookie, the door flew open, along with the sweaty grime-covered bane of your existence.

"Pipes, have you seen Buford? He ran off with my tool belt. Are those cookies?" He reached an arm out towards the cookie box faster than the speed lightning, and before you could stop him, he'd taken the last cookie. Darn it. He looked around the room before his gaze fell upon you, to which he wrinkled up his face. "I wasn't aware that we let aliens in on this ship."

"Fuck off, Valdez," you grumbled. You weren't in the mood to argue with him right now. He'd taken the last damn cookie and now your evening was ruined. "Says the abominable fuck face. Buford isn't here. Go away before I punch your face in."

"Alright, alright, good night to y'all." Leo winked before saying, "except for you, Y/N, of course." You threw a pillow at the closing door.

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It was currently 1 am on the Argo, and Leo had been tinkering away in his room beside you. To be honest, the occasional sounds of the metal clinking and clattering was quite relaxing. It was the loud country music blasting, making you want to crawl under your bed and stuff cotton in your ears that was truly insufferable.

You weren't about to let go of the absolutely appetizing thought of sleep escape you, so naturally, you got up and knocked loudly on Leo's door.

"Come in!" you heard over the loud music. You entered his room and looked around, disgusted. The ground was absolutely trashed and looked like the equivalent of a war zone. "Oh, it's you."

"Can you please turn this horrible music down?" you tried to yell over the obnoxious music. "I'm trying to sleep."

"No can do!" he yelled back. "It helps me concentrate. Get out of my room!"

You huffed (which Leo thought was absolutely adorable) and slammed the door closed.

Back in your own cabin, you accepted the fact that you were going to wake up looking like a sleep deprived rat. However, maybe you were hallucinating or delusional but you swear you heard the volume lower before drifting off to sleep.

_______

"Not you again," you groaned as you saw the first locks of Leo's curly hair from the top of the ladder. "I thought I was on duty with Frank."

"We're stuck with each other I guess," Leo shrugged cheerfully, plopping down next to you. The night breeze was cooling on your face and you felt like the main character in a movie as the wind gently kissed your hair. For once, you actually didn't mind his presence. Then: "Dude, why do you hate me so much?"

"Hmm?" you hummed, unsure of where he was going with this. "What do you mean? I don't hate you."

"We can't stand each other!" Leo protested. "I'm always insulting you, and you're always insulting me back. This is probably the most civil conversation we've ever had!"

You were starting to feel defensive. Wasn't he the one that'd always started tormenting you? You'd only wanted to get back at him for everything he'd done to you. "You start all of it though! I wanted to be friends with you but you just wouldn't let me! I tried, Leo, I did but you were just so infuriating with your jabs and pretty face and pretty everything and- "

"Wait, you think I'm pretty?" Leo looked starstruck by your words. He was gazing at you with the softest look on his face. "Can I tell you something?" You nodded. "I acted like I hated you because you were too beautiful, definitely way out of my league. I'm so sorry."

You grew flustered at the sudden proximity between the two of you.

"Can I kiss you?" He breathed softly.

"Okay."

He leaned forwards and placed a hand around the back of your head, the other finding yours and intertwining your fingers together. His lips were slightly chapped against yours but you felt like you were in heaven.

Breaking apart with a small giggle, you mustered up your courage and asked, "Can we do that again?"

[saintsenara]

i'm on an Alastor Moody kick and have been once again reminded that he'd be extremely shippable (the tortured past! the snark! the magic eye that can see through your clothes!) if fandom was at all fair. so! some moody love for the deranged ships game, even if some of these aren't particularly deranged. Moody/Tonks, Moody/Bellatrix, Moody/McGonagall, Moody/Crouch Sr., Moody/Lupin, and Moody/Lucius.

(bonus round: what's your fave Moody ship? i was genuinely on board with Moody/Tonks the first time i read the books to the point that remadora blindsided me badly)

thank you very much for the ask, anon! which had some overlap with a second batch of ships for the man, the myth, the legend alastor moody:

so let's get into it!

alastor moody/nymphadora tonks

i am afraid i can never get into this as a pairing because tonks and moody have the exact vibe of my two cats, one of whom is big and tired and the other of whom is small, cheeky, and desperate for his approval. he just wants to sleep in the laundry basket without her coming to sit on his head! moody, in much the same vein, just wants to be constantly vigilant without her giving out about it being cold in the sky or pestering him with questions about who it is he knows that blasted their own arse cheeks off with an improperly-stored wand.

i accept that this may, for many other people, be the exact appeal.

bellatrix lestrange/alastor moody

while in disguise as moody, barty crouch jr. heavily implied that the two of them had a torrid little affair in the late seventies. this was a lie - bellatrix either wants a man with a nose or a man without one, not someone faffing about on the fence with half.

minerva mcgonagall/alastor moody

i fully back this one, on account of the fact that celts need to stick together.

and - of course - that moody [even if he wasn't really moody at the time...] needed disciplining for his behaviour after transfiguring draco malfoy into a ferret.

barty crouch sr./alastor moody

an absolutely huge potential for shenanigans here.

we know - for example - that moody is raging about crouch agreeing a plea deal for igor karkaroff, and i also can't imagine that crouch had much time for moody's more paranoid traits… not least because they had the potential to uncover what he'd done with his son.

all of which is to say… there's a hot premise lurking here, either for enemies-to-lovers or the equally exciting enemies-to-enemies-who-fuck.

remus lupin/alastor moody

i back this entirely. it's clear on several occasions in order of the phoenix that moody has appointed lupin as his right-hand man, and that he trusts and respects any information lupin provides for him.

[lupin also insists on accompanying bill to look for moody's body in deathly hallows.]

which means we have to speak frankly... lupin was clearly having a bit of fun on the job in his year living at grimmauld place. and it wasn't with tonks or sirius...

lucius malfoy/alastor moody

Malfoy, whose pale eyes were still watering with pain and humiliation, looked malevolently up at Moody and muttered something in which the words "my father" were distinguishable.   "Oh yeah?" said Moody quietly, limping forward a few steps, the dull clunk of his wooden leg echoing around the hall. "Well, I know your father of old, boy... You tell him Moody’s keeping a close eye on his son... you tell him that from me."

canon.

alastor moody/lord voldemort

which had its own request, from a lovely anon.

i genuinely really back this one, because - much like pairing voldemort with barty crouch sr. - it offers so much potential for political shenanigans.

moody was obviously hugely important during the first war - not only to the order, but within the ministry-coordinated response to the death eaters - and so i think that we can assume that he had numerous opportunities to meet voldemort for a bit of… back room negotiation.

after all, what are we told in canon? that moody never killed voldemort's forces if he could help it. why? because forcing your situationship to come arrange the release of hostages is a god-tier way of getting round his refusal to text you back.

[i also think there's something really interesting which could be done with the fact that moody's body is altered so profoundly by the course of the first war. just like voldemort's.]

when it comes to these two as each other's teenage sweethearts, i will... also back it.

i agree that moody and voldemort are probably roughly the same age - and i'm also quite invested in the idea of moody, given how paranoid and off-putting he is, being in slytherin. while there's a clear discrepancy in both the looks [there's no suggestion moody's much of an oil painting even with his original face] and the social status [moody doesn't strike me as somebody who'd be willing to pretend to enjoy the slug club, for example, whereas voldemort has a much greater tolerance for the act] departments, i have a great fondness for the teenage voldemort simply being annoyed by someone into a life-long relationship.

they could wile away the hours yapping about foe glasses and coming up with increasingly unhinged conspiracy theories about dumbledore.

pure romance.

barty crouch jr./alastor moody

flopping.

barty had a go - obviously - because teaching a full course load after you've been under the imperius curse for a decade must be mind-bogglingly stressful, but moody wasn't having it.

barty retreated to his room with his series of long-lens paparazzi pics of seventies-era voldemort on holiday.

alastor moody/horace slughorn

slughorn tried to woo moody once, but he became convinced that the bouquet of roses slughorn turned up on his doorstep brandishing was cursed and punched him in the face.

[boxenstopp]

it's 1 am, anyway time for walkthrough of my entire rewatch of czech it out. as my brain slowly melts into pieces. get ready for a long-as-shit post.

EPISODE 1!!!!!

can i say. first of all. wtf are these graphics. what were they thinking and why does it kind of work with the atmosphere.

second of all. introduction of the coffee. does carzzy like coffee? is that his coffee? who made the coffee? all differs depending on the video.

introduction of the smiley "i agree to anything carzzy says" humanoid. he has that rookie vibe here like he's very unsure of himself but oh boy marek, carzzy is not a stable anchor.

also, carzzy calling humanoid "marek brazda" every chance he gets, istg. he 100% says it just because he loves how it sounds. brazzzzda.

cut to carzzy calling him unskilled and we get the classic "i've been insulted by carzzy" face. i love that he has these patented modes. so far we've had "carzzy loml you can never do anything wrong (meant ironically)" and "carzzy loml 🥺🥺 spare me anything sir i haven't but a penny" (it has been 40 seconds)

face is exemplified when carzzy goes out of his way to place his cup on (what i assume is) humanoid's desk, cause of course he does.

humanoid gets asked a question about mid and so carzzy is RESPECTFUL and lets humanoid speak.

just leaving this here. btw: "marek brazda" counter: II

i realize at this point there are so many things to point out but i'm too lazy to screencap them. first of all, carzzy complaining about pantheon/taliyah and humanoid who was not listening at all just going "nice :)" and carzzy also needs a moment to register and then goes. "no." and then they start arguing about something with approx. 0 heart and 2 braincells of what they're arguing about. and then carzzy does the thing where he lets humanoid get the last word (thing he does all the fucking time) and just hums like a girl cause SHE IS down bad. (btw me calling carzzy a girl is not an insult it's an um actually? 🏳️‍🌈🤓 moment.)

G2 TIME!!

one of the most important things about carzzynoid is their nonchalant complete factually incorrect statements. can guarantee you they think it's the funniest shit ever, however, it's only funny if no one laughs. they have these voices where you can tell they're trying to make themselves sounds as uncaring as possible. anyway yeah guys, g2 is 10th, 9th place team for sure.

CAN I SAY. carzzy's heterochromia is insane in these early videos. every close-up on his face i go woawwww!! idk if it's more noticeable or if i'm just going insane. anyway humanoid goes on to end the segment with "pojďme se na to společně podívat!" (according to software that seems about correct to me) meaning "let's take a look at it together" otherwise LITERALLY meaning "check it out." or something pretty close. as an EXTREME linguistics nerd and general languages lover i think hearing them speak czech makes me explode about 10 times anyway so. idk if that's a correct analysis :)

THIS carzzy smirk. i could write a paragraph here honestly. anyway humanoid asks a question and carzzy does not answer because why would he.

EYES.

then carzzy goes on a rant about how amazing their coach is only for his genius mordekaiser pick to be wasted on MAREK BRAZDA (counter: III)

insulted marek left, "i'm not blaming anyone" marek right. (carzzy was totally blaming you dude. you're both so horrible.)

carzzy checks in on humanoid for that one, lmao. makes sure that he understands, yep.

NEXT DYNAMIC UP!! the fuckin sad lions/chad lions thing. carzzy thinks they are "sad lions" cause they lost both games.

carzzy calls humanoid a czech, a clearly very embarrassing insult. also he hesitated a bit which meant he was SCRAMBLING for a different insult but really. czech? that's the best he could come up with. pussy.

anyway he's bullied marek into participating in the content and so he actually has to give his thoughts and he thinks he's a bad chad bitch who actually LET them win. also "this guy" counter: I. because humanoid hates calling carzzy anything actually. carzzy is just a pest to him and he needs to express that to carzzy face. obviously.

CONFLICT RESOLUTION!! i love how their dynamic is straight up insult each other until one person goes: actually you're the best i love you so much you're so hot so talented i agree with everything you say i'm a shit stain you're a saint i'll do anytthing-

VIDEO END

final thoughts: ough it's 2:30 am now but it was worth it honestly feels fucking amazing to type all this out imma go to sleep hopefully nobody reads this because really you're wasting your time. if you did <3 thanks.

[writingmochi]

an honest review of orange blood from musical and conceptual observation (not proofread)

opening remarks: wow... they really let go of manifesto saga all together, huh? ngl i think they're doing this to cater towards the dark moon audience (as per what sunghoon said in the vlog they did in lotte world towards solon, "are you more famous than me? you are me."

also, i'm gonna be truthful here: i haven't kept up with their lore stuff after border era finished (actually it's more of because i've been straying from kpop a lot now). i used to read webtoons but idk man i still think that hybe is really pushing their artists into making intellectual properties so they can license it to everyone (the successful ones are tiny tan and bts universe) but when you're here for the artistry in the music and audio visual aspect of the music, you kinda feel being left behind. so, relating to another hybe artist, i kind of like txt separating from their star seekers character but dark moon is technically enhypen's (and &team's) dna now.

concept-wise visually, i think it's good. we love a sanskrit representation with ksana and kalpa, but i think it'll be more interesting if they dig deeper into what it means cosmological, mythological, etc and relate it towards dark moon, sooha/selen, the werewolves of sunshine city and more.

also, it's an interesting choice on hybe's behalf to make a comeback between &team and enhypen around the same time, especially since they are brothers-with-rivalries group (yes, i just coin that teehee)

i can go on on a tangent about how belift doesn't know where enhypen's is going long-term wise but... eh, that's for another time...

let's start!

1.mortal: intro track as always! i love the more lo-fi instrumental of it (it can be a good bgm to reflect on mortality akfbauewiue4g) i also love that every member participates here, either by monologuing or singing. it's like a poem in a short film (it could actually be in the concept trailer, cmiiw) and i think it's gonna be a good visual spectacle on concerts (which given the state of kpop now. they will do tours even for EPs, too criminal actually)

also WHY THE FUCK IS THIS LONGER THAN THE TITLE TRACK FFS (unless this is not a monologue, but dialogues between differing perspective, i agree that it should be that long) oh gosh...

2.sweet venom: AINT THIS JAKE'S ERA?! my boy!!! also WE GET A FREAKING BRIDGE ISTG YOU DON'T KNOW HOW UNEXPECTED THAT IS AS SOMEONE WHO MISSES ENHYPEN'S BRIDGES (given-taken my love). from the post i made before this, i mentioned hybe is doing something interesting and the answer is... we're returning to 2020 hybe again with their retro-sounding title tracks like chasing the feeling, god of music, and this. also, i watched the mv first before hearing the audio and i love the stop-motion mv like for real (definitely matches the music)

i definitely can see and hear the michael jackson influence for this comeback and the choreo, funk is his genre after all. but the funk is making it easy-listening that it doesn't overwhelm those who aren't funk and disco listeners. the orchestral bytes in the bridges make it nostalgic towards songs in the 90s. it definitely is trying to cater towards gen z's affection towards nostalgia (which hits me too with the mj influence, riki probably likes this comeback so much :D)

highlights? oh the three oldest hyungs get it. jake has never been the center of a comeback (it's always heeseung or jungwon) and i love that he can hold himself up, for my fellow jaeyun lover be prepared to see him in thumbnails now~ heeseung and jay's vocals? chef's kiss! get those falsettos, kings! and their runs in the verses is just so good ughh

also, another tangent of me of the vocal mixing incoming. i think it's better but niki's voice sounds unrecognizable in the audio. maybe it's because his voice hasn't stop evolving or what not but yeah, if i didn't watch the mv first, i wouldn't recognize niki's voice. also the last chorus can be given two more bars cause it just unsatisfyingly ends? and i can understand why sunghoon doesn't have that much lines here because (and don't cancel me on this) it doesn't suit his timbre much because his voice is more on the baritone range than the others who are tenor and this song is in a high key. if maybe they can lower the key like a full step than it can match his voice more...

3.still monster: emo-ballad enha? is that you? the start does sound a bit more bossa-nova ish before the drums kick in. i love how muted the instrumental is so that we can hear the vocals more. it definitely has the analog phone filter to it, kinda of reminds me of haru haru by big bang but mellower. i think i know that synth keyboard sound font is because it sounds so vintage and i like how it harmonizes with the guitar. i can definitely play bass to the song *cue me trying to make the bass tab in my free time after this*. i can hear sunghoon again yay! also we love the ad-libs at the last chorus. get it, heeseung! and this song is very heeseung actually lol

4.blind: wow... synth? at the start i think this is gonna be like cyberpunk by ateez but then it goes into a more rnb route. i almost thought also jersey club percussion, okay drum fills in the pre-chorus. and BAM... synthwave! this is more like take me home by ateez. i think this could even be an ateez song, but it's not as abrasive as the ones ateez makes. that post-chorus part though when the bass kicks in, the fuck was that? and why can't we got more of that D:?

but i actually like how slow it's taking, like they're trying to take the vibes in first, ya know? i think it is because this is their first venture to synthwave from a more rnb/hip-hop-based set of songs. they tried it with tamed-dashed but this is a mature, slower version of it. also, heeseung with the ad-libs istg!!! heeseung stop it, don't tug my heart string like that. that bounce between sunghoon and niki, we like that!

5.orange flower (you complete me): *cue onf's complete* you complete... ME~~~~ when i see the tracklist, that's the kind of song i predict with this title. and, a signature of enhypen in this album, we have a more mellow version of the style they're going with this song. they're also catering this towards gen z as this is like the type of songs that's gonna be placed in a "indie rock end credits" type of music. it's pretty predictable with a name like orange flower for it to be a feel-good song. i actually like this more than tfw cause the instrumental is more optimistic.

i also like the verses more than the chorus (kinda a bit anti-climatic for me) but it still gives of a music that you play while riding bicycles with your friends around sunset (wish i could do that again but growing up is pain ehheheheeh)

6.sweet venom (english ver): since this is just sweet venom but in a different language, i'm gonna focus more on vocal performance and lyrics.

i like how gritty they sound, like the textures in their voice i can hear it better. the way the pronounce the words is clear enough to be deciphered. i love the pre-chorus in korean version better but i know that they're trying to make the lyrics make sense in the language. idk why but heeseung sounds better here like my man wtf is on with you istg

7.sweet venom (ft. bella poarch): first: i don't have beef with bella poarch cause i don't really care about her. she's just another influencer trying to survive the internet and life honestly. i think it's also another situation how engenes are jealous because enhypen's with a girl because they're delulu that enha can only be with them through sooha lmao (read: enhypen now performing bite me with female partners) because they dig into controversies that don't really involve them (international engenes, especially westerners). i just think that what western engenes are doing with the situation is reacting the same way that korean engene react to them during bite me era. it's part of stan culture and to break it, it's gonna be hard.

second: since this is technically sweet venom eng ver with bella poarch, i'll be focusing on vocal performance and lyrics (if they decide to change it)

even from the mixing, you can hear the difference from the vocals. bella's voice is much more airy with more reverb than enha's. i also think that it makes the song more richer, especially with the harmonics, some are a bit unnecessary. but from me, this changes sweet venom's color from a full orange color towards a peachy one with bella's feminine influence.

closing remarks: i definitely didn't expect to like this album as much.

coming from unliking three enha title tracks in a row, even i can't believe that i like the sound of this album. the sound is more cohesive; a mellow rnb touch in every track as they combine with other genres (sweet venom with funk, still monster with emo-ballad, blind with synthwave, and orange flower with indie rock) yet they still try to push the boundaries of genres they wanna try.

the highlight of the overall album is definitely heeseung. he kills it with his vocal performance and i love how versatile he is as he pushes some fancy things in one song and dim it in another, creating a more diverse set of texture for each song. jay is close second because this album just shows how much of a powerhouse he is (i think his music diversification with listening to rock songs helps him with that).

when it comes to the whole comeback, imo, it doesn't really match that well from both audio and visual. it's like they have two different visions cause the theme doesn't matches with between the art and music direction. it's like if belift just said "the main theme of this album is orange." okay so what do you mean orange? like visually, the concept photo is very orange-like and the music does sound orange to me, but what is the connection here? it also definitely shows with how enha can't explained what orange blood means in one interview they did. because i don't understand what they're trying to say with the phrase orange blood. is it orange because it's like fire? is it orange because it is derived from red blood? if it's like fire, then why did we get a funk song?

also, what saddens me is the track listing like only 5 new songs + one is more like monologue. even i can see it as a scam if you actually are trying to use your money to buy an album + they have 3 versions of this album with randomized photocard. please treat your money carefully!

final ranking:

7.sweet venom (english ver.)

6.mortal

5.sweet venom (ft. bella poarch)

4.still monster

3.orange flower (you complete me)

2.sweet venom

1.blind

small conclusion: DON'T INTERACT WITH VENOM AND POISON, FOLKS. ITS DANGEROUS FOR A REASON: YOU CAN DIE!!11!!! THERE AREN'T ANY SWEET VENOM UNLESS IT IS SUGAR (N EVEN THAT CAN CAUSE YOU DIABETES)

also, here's my predictions for the next entry of the blood series:

following the colors of the rainbow, it's gonna be yellow/golden blood. it's gonna make the blood series have seven albums from the colors of the rainbow (red = jungwon, orange = jake, yellow = ???)

following the next phrase related to blood (and because of selen from the lore), it's gonna be blue blood: a term used to refer to noble birth, royalty, etc here's me hoping they do a more dpr ian miito sound for a regal comeback

[a-lumos-in-the-nox]

Return to me, After you Serve the Sea

This is my 2nd Entry to @the-slumberparty Bingo Challenge! Last one!

Warnings: voyeurism, mirror sex, fuck machine, domestic bliss in there somewhere

Prompts: Flower shop, FairyTale AU, Mirror sex & fuck machine. I made a diamond!!!

Words: 2,823

Druig x Female Reader

A/N Post-It Note: THIS…THIS CHALLENGE YA'LL. It got me to work my creative brain in some interesting ways. Behold THIS!! That also inspired a story that i thought i'd never get to re-visit. But here we are it'll be here eventually…I'm writing it now. Check it out if you want.

Summary: your a Nymph, that runs a flower shop by the ocean. Who's love is cursed to serve a 100 year sentence to a ghost ship with a mythological past. He's returning soon to you. This is that story.

Generations upon generations knew about The tale of Davey Jones and the Flying Dutchman. And how it choose its keepers by calling souls to the depths to serve it for 100 years. And only touch land every 10 years.

You heard of tales of those being called by the ship from their beds at night to the sea. But, that was just it you only heard of them, you didn't know anyone who served the sentient ship. That was until you met your lover who was now in his forced service of said ship.

You met your lover before he was called to the Dutchman all those years ago.

"Wait for me, my love." He told you the first time he was called into the sea.

"I will, Druig." You told.

You were a Nymph with the only flower shop by the beach. Some would say it was odd for you to have a shop that close to the dangerous waters, but you didnt see it that way. You were dropping flowers onto the shore to be carried out to sea by the waves. This was apart of your routine to snip the flowers that didnt sell to be claimed by the sea.

Your lover told you he saw some of them floating either in the water or on top of it. They went that far. And the souls loved to see flowers they were a welcome reminder of the land floating in the waves.

He was coming back to you soon. For only five days and four nights. It wasn't much but it's all the curse allowed.

Tomorrow night was when he would return and you had your best friend cover the shop for you.

"I can't believe you are still with him after what?" Your friend asked. Looking at your calendar that had a blue marker crossed out a week you'd take your leave.

"50 years." You spoke nonchalant as you were sweeping up the floor. Which was nothing to a being that didn't age past 30 human years.

"You could have anyone else in the world! Your a Dyad for fucks sake. Why him?" She bewildered.

You chuckled. Of course the elf didn't understand they slept with any creature human or not with a pulse.

"He's different." You told dumping the dirt from the dust pan back into a pot.

"Oh really, enlighten me young one." She said munching on a critter that crawled across the table.

"Stop eating the crickets!" You scolded.

"You can eat the ladybugs, I've got a whole jar of those little assholes." You went to grab the jar and handed it to your friend, Then told your tale.

"He was this boy that lived in a house near my woods ages ago, one day some other human children just like him were tormenting one of the oldest trees in the wood. He stopped their bullying, and came back at night to clean up the mess they made."

"Because of his kindness towards the woods, I gave him my blessing. And we became friends after that, lovers eventually down the road." You explained.

"You befriended a human and now he's cursed with serving the Dutchman."

"Yea, but at least he'll be young forever, not like you who will wilt into fairy dust in 500 years." You said teasing her.

"Do you want me to help your shop or not?" They responded.

You cackled. "You have too now, you already agreed and you can't turn down a request."

"Tiny nymph." Your friend said.

You scoffed. "Dumb Elf!" You teased.

You and your friend jokingly fought back and forth for a bit.

You two eventually closed up shop. Your friend turned to you.

"You know I kid constantly it's in my blood, but I really do respect the love you have for that boy. And I'll always have your back, on my honor."

You hugged your friend and grew a Zinnia for her from the palm of your hand. She took it and placed it in her hair with pride.

"Now go, be with him." Your friend shooed you off into the near empty streets.

Wet cold hands held a bronze pocket watch in them, as eyes as blue as the sea reflected off the worn time piece. It counted down the days till Druig could see his love again.

Tomorrow was the day. It felt like forever since he held you in his arms. Just a few more hours and he'd be with you again. He finished his message to you dropped it in a empty bottle with a cork. And banged on the ships bottom a couple times till he saw a giant tentacle slither up the side. He grinned.

A giant octopus, sailors called it the kraken he called it Squishy. It was yours and his pet. It used to be tiny but years in these mystical waters made it grow to an enormous size. But he still loved the creature and it him.

"Hi Squishy…could you deliver this to…." He asked once he was above his quarters on the deck. Dropping the bottle down into the sea. He watched the tentacle wrap around the bottle and sail away to land.

You were throwing flowers into the sea again when you saw your lovers pets arm pop out of the sea, with a message in a bottle. Squishy pushed the bottle onto shore and waded. You pulled out the cork and read the message, patted the skin side of Squishy.

A gentle wave lapped at your ankles, you placed the rest of your flowers into the water and watched them all gather in a line while the giant octopus played with them as he left the shores of your home.

You tightened your bag and headed off to where the message described. Which was a little cottage by the shore far from the town your shop was in. You looked behind you can could only see the tiny dots of the lights left on in town.

Your hand touched the knob it was green in some spots from corrosion. You barely had to lean on the door to get it to open. The wood was really old but strong. Inside were many empty bottles on the shelves, a bookcase, a tiny bathroom and in the back a bedroom.

You found a book left open on the bookcase turned to flowers that can grow near the sea. You grinned, this was the home of your lover. You two usually met up in town on late nights when no one was around and went back to your place. But, you guessed he had other plans since he sent you here.

Taking out the lantern you brought with you. You lit the giant candle inside and set it on the windowsill and started cleaning up around the tiny cottage.

Taking the broom and dusting down the shelves, books, and the glass bottles. Taking some dirt out of a pouch you brought with you and placing it in all the empty bottles. You read the flower book, cracked your fingers and extended your arms out and wiggled your fingers as you rose your hands.

Soon bunches of water lilies started growing out of the soil of the bottles, slowly creeping and growing through the bottles. You smiled. It was starting to already look livelier in here.

Ringing out his beanie hat your love finally walked on to shore. He waved to his tentacle friend out in the sea. He'd be back to collect him in a week. Looking up towards the cliffs he saw the lantern in the window. And smiled, You were there. He started climbing the stone staircase to his cottage.

You looked around at your work. Flowers were happily now growing in the bottles, you had made soup that was finished, and cobwebs and their critters were swept outside.

You heard the door open and ran into your loves awaiting arms. Both of you gripping the other tightly. It didn't matter that his clothes were soaking wet, it didn't matter that he smelled of sea water and fish. He was here in your presence.

"Hi, my love." He said into your ear.

You laughed quietly. "Hi, my sweet."

You two finally pulled apart. He laughed. Pulling some flowers from your head and putting them behind his ears. Then he looked around.

"You made my bottle collection prettier." He complimented. Then he kissed your lips.

"Your welcome, Druig." you spoke on his lips when you parted.

You two shared a meal and talked like normal couples do. Enjoying each others company after another ten year tenure of Druig being out at sea. You made fun of his long hair that needed to be cut, he dropped the pocket watch on the bookcase. Downed the rest of his soup bowl, domestic bliss.

This lasted for a while til Druig stared into this lap he had a question but didn't know how to ask it. It's not like he was nervous absolutely not. more excited than anything, more aroused yep that was it.

"I want to try something." he questioned.

"What is it?" you responded with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you still have that machine?"

"yea…do you want to watch it fuck me?" He shakes his head rapidly. A devious smile goes across his face.

"I'm about to be in trouble…"

He chuckled. "yep you are, give me the remote."

You go rummaging around in your suitcase and take out the machine and throw him the the remote, he studied the buttons and pressed them to see what the machine did. HIs mouth making ooo faces. Then he turned to you.

"Lube up!" he said excitedly.

"you are having too much fun with this, your lucky I love you." you told stripping off your clothes. And grabbing the bottle of lube.

"Love ya too, can you blame me? I've been away for ten years at sea…indulge me, I'll make it worth it." he spoke coyly.

"Ok, but you have to get me there before you push anything."

"Deal."

He got you there then you lubed yourself and sat down on it as he pushed the button to make it move in and out of your core. You gasped out and stared down Druig. Till you closed your eyes and felt the pattern change, you moaned. He started to stroke himself watching you straddle the machine with the fake him buried inside you. He pushed another button, this time the thrusting was a bit quicker.

"Druig…" you moaned.

He moaned too. Fuck

He continued to pump himself while listening to you, he didn't push anymore buttons because he wanted to come undone in you eventually sometime this evening. And damn a machine to do that. But this was a new sexy thing he could get used too.

"oh fuck…I'm there." You told.

"So…am…I" he grunted.

You rolled off the machine just in time as your climax hit and you came. Druig came too you could hear his heavy breathing beside you.

You pointed to the bathroom.

"Yea, showers a good idea." He said after he could breathe normally.

Once the water was warm enough he reached for your hand, pulled you into the shower with him. Grabbing the soap bar you made. "Let's see if this smells better mixed with sea water hmm, my sweet."

You lathered the soap up and Druig let you wash his skin. He even closed his eyes and held his nose which wasn't necessary but you laughed at his antics. You made a cone out of his hair and took a mental picture, of the soap dropping off in places. As it slid down his skin to the drain.

You giggled. Which was a higher pitch than your laughing. Normal people couldn't hear it. But he could.

"What are ya laughin at?" He asked his eyes still shut.

"At you Dru, I forgot how water looks on you. Don't know why you close your eyes, the water on land doesn't have salt in it."

"It's a habit, The salt stings my eyes." He slowly opened them and stared at you. You took another mental picture, He tried to place a giant glob of soap in your hair you stopped him just in time.

He laughed as you shook your head no rapidly.

"Don't you dare Druig Jones. Now wash all of this away so we can slap skin some more." You told.

He turned around and did as he was told, as you slipped out the shower to dry off.

You rung out your hair in a towel it was a bit damp but that was fine the flowers that grew in your roots needed the water anyway.

The shower turned off and you threw him a towel. While running a towel across your back and below. He watched you as your hands touched your body.

Wrapping his towel around his torso so he could dry off, dropping it once he was finished, he stood behind you against the sink caging you with his arms. As his head dropped on your shoulder.

He kissed your shoulder as his hands caressed slowly around your body. Touching all his favorite spots. Your hips, waist, chest and arms. You stared at each other in the mirror. Lust starting to fill both of your eyes.

You tilted your head a bit as he kissed you there. You felt his cock against your ass.

As he rubbed it against your folds you bent forward a bit seeing his smirk in the mirror. You were still wet from the shower so it was easy for him to slip in. He didn't though. Pulled your hips back to him with a hard thrust. You gasped and gripped the sink.

Druig kneaded his fingers into your hips and pushed you forward then back to sink further into you. He continued a pace that allowed him to see your face contort in the mirror. As your ass slapped against him every time.

You felt the full length of him with each thrust fuck it felt good. It felt warm and snug but also so mmf. You mewled.

Druig's hand spread across your chest and hooked on to your shoulder. You stared at him. His face was flushed and he let out a shuttering breath. The steam on the mirror was disappearing and his thrusts slowed.

"Look how breathtakin you are…" He let out a groan.

"I can't wait to drown myself in you, love. " Then he came and you did too.

You two took a breather before continuing your fuckfest, for safety.

You placed your hands on the walls and vines grew around the room wrapping around the doorframe, the closet door even across the top of the mirror.

Druig stepped into the doorframe and looked around at your vines covering the room. He smiled to himself. He loved your power to grow nature from anywhere all you needed was water, which was everywhere here. Giving the tiny shack some life instead of all the dust, decay and old wood.

He climbed into bed with you and after laying there squished together for a moment. Druig let you ride his lap. You missed this the most him being in you so close space didn't exist between you two. Arms and legs wrapped around eachother neither one of you wanting to let go.

Druig rolled you so you were on the bottom and started pounding into you. It took you by surprise. You yelped but he kept going hammering in too deep then abruptly leaving and pounding back in, again and again and again.

He was sweating, you were sweating. Skin slapped against skin per your request. You turned your head and saw the reflection of yourself's. Fuck. Closing your eyes you felt yourself ascending to a higher climax.

"Look…at…me." his breath came out staggered. He was close again. His hips started to shake. You could feel the burning coming you were close too.

Your hands reached up to touch his face and you opened your eyes. That stared into his as you both crashed down from your highs like an avalanche together. Flowers bloomed in your hair and on some of the vines you grew earlier. He rolled to your side trying to catch his breath looking at the flowers that bloomed out of your euphoria.

"Beautiful." He whispered.

You smiled goofily.

Yea, the Dutchman may have cursed your love to serve it. But he'd always come back to you no matter where the seas took him.

[fearfam69691]

Kinda based on the songs like you mean it by Steven Rodriguez and my type ( little attitude) by Bryce savage

Enemies to lovers because who don't like it.

Prompt: what happens when you and Sam continue to argue and everyone is sick of it so they put you in a room and lock you in it.

Requested: No

Warning: cussing, angst, Enemies to lovers, SMUT, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you do it), dirty talk, dom! Sam, handjob, slight degradation, oral ( female receiving) , fluff at end

MINORS DNI !!!!!!!

LIKE YOU MEAN IT

You and Sam never got along which you never knew why. You, Colby, Nate, kat, Sam and Seth were currently at Sam and Colby's house talking about the new location that you are all going too. “ so the place were going too is in Ireland and it's the most haunted castle in the world. It's called Leap Castle”. Colby said smiling to the group of his friends. You always wanted to go to Ireland because of the history and the sights to see. Sam looked at his best friend with a smile but then looked at you “ dude, I'm excited to go but do we really need to bring y/n on this trip?” Sam asked Colby. Seth looked at Sam and rolled his eyes �� Sam you need to remember she is part of this team just like any of us. Just because for some odd reason you don't like her, which I will never understand.” Seth said calmly trying to keep the room quiet. You looked up from your phone looking at Seth smiling, then looking at sam “ yeah, why do you hate me so much? What have I done to you for you to act like a douchebag to me. " you yelled at the blonde haired boy that was rolling his eyes. He got up and looked at you " you want to know why I don't like you? " he said. " yeah I do Golbach” you said to him looking him in his eyes he went to open his mouth when kat got up and yelled at both of you “ that's it! I'm tired of you all arguing and fighting all the fucking time because of something the other said or just because, you both are going into this room and staying until you come to an agreement and we are leaving so you all can yell and we can't hear it" she said locking the door to the room. You both heard the door shut and a car leave.

"i can't believe they left me in here with you of all people. " you said to Sam. He looked at you and you could see him rolling his eyes " at least we agree on one thing " he said. You looked at him and asked" Sam, why do you hate me so much? What the hell did I do to you?" you asked the man. " you want to know since no one is here to yell at me " he said " I am waiting " you tell him with a attitude." you think you can come in here like you know everything and you don't. It makes me so mad how you get every one to like you and then you give me A attitude like a brat " he said. " if my attitude is a problem then fuck it out of me then " you said with a smirk on your face waiting for him to reply. His eyes were filled with lust " oh baby, you shouldn't have said that ", he said with his eyes filling with lust. You could see his cock straining against his jeans.

You've never seen him like this before. " you like what you see baby girl?" he says with a deep voice. You could feel your self getting turned on. "Sam, what are you going to do?" you asked him." you said to fuck the attitude out of you so that's what I plan on doing you whore. You talk big so let's see if it works. You are going to listen to me and obey me." he said to you. Your cheeks get red as the blood rushes towards them. He starts kissing your lips slowly " do you give me permission?" he asked . You nod your head to indicate yes," I need words baby " he said seductively. You look at him " yes sir " you tell him. As he continues to kiss you he goes down your neck and finds that spot that makes you moan and he starts sucking making sure to leave hickeys to show who you belong too. He moves his lips back to your lips and your mouths move perfectly together as your tongues fight for dominance. " do you want me to touch you and fuck you like the little whore you are?" he asked. " oh god, please Sam " you practically begging him. " God isn't here tonight, just me " he said while his hands were holding you against the wall. He smirked at you as he runs his hands up your leg using his hand to run over the fabric that is covering your pussy " you're so wet for me. I bet us arguing has always turned you on hasn't it? I also bet you have thought of us doing this." he asked," oh fuck yes Sam!" you moan.

He moves your underwear and he opens your legs bending down he looks at what is on full display for him. He uses his fingers to spread you open as he begins to rub her clit " you have been hiding this beautiful pussy from me all this time." he says as he shoves two fingers into you. He starts eating you out using his tongue on your clit while fingering you. You grab his hair moaning his name " oh Sam, I'm going to cum "you moan he stops eating you and pulls his fingers out " not s0 fast baby, I want to feel that beautiful pussy around my dick and have cum around me " you moan at what he says never thinking you would be fucking your enemy and hearing him say all these dirty things he saying. He comes up ripping your shirt off along with your bra. You start taking his shirt off noticing his abs and smirking. He starts fondling your boobs and takes one nipple in his mouth and starts sucking on it making you wetter and moaning his name. Sam pulls his belt Off taking his pants and boxers off you see his dick smack against his stomach watching as pre-cum seeped from the tip. " you sure you want to do this? Because once I start I am making it my mission for you to be sore where you can't walk " he said." yes Sam please just shut up and fuck me! " he uses his hands to flip you over where your on the bottom and he is in control. You could feel your clit throb from being so turned on. He lined up against your opening and slowly pushed into you causing you to moan he grabbed your legs and pulled them over his shoulders so he could get deeper. He used his his finger to massage your clit. You could feel a tightness building up." I'm going to cum Sam,i need to cum " you told him while the wave of pleasure was building." you Will not cum until I say so got it?" he says wrapping his hands in your hair. " yes sir " you obey him.

Sam keeps thrusting into you going faster and faster you could hear him moan as his thrust got sloppier. Your legs started shaking against him. You could feel his cock twitch inside you." Sam I need t0 come " you yelled " cum for me y /n, cum for me " he said. Sobs filling the room you both were in as your body shook under his. After both of you calmed down from your high he put his pants and boxers back on and went to get a washcloth to clean you up. " that was amazing Sam, maybe we should fight more if the sex is like that" you joked. You grabbed his shirt and put it on you tried to stand up but you couldn't. Sam was laughing " I told you you wouldn't be able to walk" he smiled. They both heard the door unlock " well, I don't hear screaming so either two things we have that they killed each other or that they worked it out. " Seth said to the rest. Kat went to where you were locked up in and opened the door and they all gasped at what they saw. " dude, why is your shirt off and why does y/n have it on? " Nate said. " also why does it smell like sex? " Colby asked. They all smiled " you guys fucked didn't you?" kat asked as you hid your face behind Sam's back.

[hanjsquokka]

MILF Next Door - [ Han Jisung ]

🐿 SYNOPSIS : Jisung gets a new neighbor and he's completely head over heels. Love at first sight — in his opinion. And he's not going to let an adorable three year old get in the way of true love.

GENRE : strangers to potential lovers, light fluff, smut

PAIRING : neighbor! jisung × fem! single mom reader

CONTENT WARNING : perv! jisung, jisung is a simp and he's horny, mature language, mentions divorce (not between jisung and reader), single parenting, (smut warnings under the cut)

AUTHOR'S NOTE : this is just trash tbh but here we go

minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content

SMUT WARNING : sub leaning jisung, slightly dom reader, oral (m receiving), riding, nicknames (good boy, baby, etc.), jisung has thing for moms, orgasm denial, piv, unprotected sex (pls don't do this)

Jisung was curious — to say the least. He was working on producing a song for his friend Changbin (honestly one of the best rappers Jisung had ever met) when he heard loud thumps from the corridor outside and the apartment next door. He heard a lot of shuffling — thanks to the wonderfully thin walls, and it was safe to say that he had gotten a new neighbor. He'd been trying to get a peek at them, in a completely friendly way obviously, but they seemed really private or they went out a lot. He was just about to assume that it was probably another working adult when one day, he was on the balcony in the morning for some fresh air. He'd been working the whole night and desperately needed to inhale something that wasn't carbon dioxide.

Which was when he spotted... you. You were putting some pots in your balcony, maybe for a few plants. Who was this beauty and why have I never seen her before? You looked pretty. Far too pretty for Jisung to stop staring at you like a literal creep. Thankfully the microwave started beeping loudly, so he had to go back inside and save his re-heated dinner from going cold. When he went back out again, you were gone. All that was left, were a few empty pots and packets of seeds.

I have to see her again.

Jisung not to secretly tried to get another look at his new neighbor, trying to determine when you would go out so he could casually bump into you and say hi. It was highly unlikely you were still single — who would not fall for a pretty girl like that? But he had to try.

After a week, he gave up. Maybe you just wanted to be left alone. He was returning home late one day, tired from his long day at the recording studio with Changbin who was not satisfied even after twenty retakes of the same verse. He was so tired, his vision was blurry and he bumped his foot loudly against the door. "Shit!" He cursed, wincing as he tried to step back. He was just about done with everything when the door next door opened, revealing the insanely pretty girl with concern masking your features. You were wearing pajamas, some part of his brain noted, pajamas with squirrels on them. Why did that make make him feel things?

Great going Jisung. Amazing first impression.

"Sorry, I heard some loud noises — are you okay?" You asked. You pushed away the hair covering your eyes. He took in more of your features. Your wispy bangs, your almost black eyes, your nose, the pink in your cheeks and your lips. Oh god. He could feel all sorts of wild thoughts running through his mind. Most of which were not child friendly.

Jisung couldn't look away. "Yeah. Yeah I'm good. Thank you." He said, mustering a smile to match the one forming on your face. I'm doomed. "You're new... right? I'm Jisung. Han Jisung." Nice save dork.

"Y/n. I've been meaning to introduce myself. I've just been busy and —"

You never had time to finish your sentence because a kid appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes and clinging onto your leg. What the — "Mama..."

"Sorry baby, did I wake you up?" You asked softly, picking up the kid in your arms. Jisung's heart was plummeting. No way. No fucking way — "I was just saying to the nice man next door. Say hi." The little boy waved cutely.

Jisung returned the gesture, too stunned to speak. "Is he your...."

"Huh? Yeah —" Your face broke into another huge grin. "This is my son, Sunghwan." The sleepy kid perked up at the mention of his name before starting to doze off again on your shoulder. "I should put him back to sleep. It was nice meeting you Jisung." You bowed and went back inside your house, closing the door behind her, leaving Jisung in a state of utter shock and confusion.

The pretty (sexy) girl next door was not only taken, but you were married and had a kid. Why did the universe like toying with his heart so much? Jisung went inside his own house, closing the door with a grumpy face. He really got too ahead of himself, didn't he?

A few days later, he ran into the pretty married girl with an adorable kid at the supermarket. Well — he ran into your adorable kid first. Jisung was piling up on snacks since he needed the sugar, when he spotted a small child trying to hold onto candy bars and grab more from the shelves. Upon getting a closer look, he noticed it was the kid from next door! He couldn't just leave the little boy, now could he? Not when he knew him. He had to take responsibility as a neighbor and a decent dude to bring him back to his mom.

So he approached the kid. "Hey little guy, where's your mom?" He asked, crouching down to his height. He really was cute (just like his mom).

"She buying vegetables. Bleh." The kid made a disgusted face, making Jisung laugh.

"You don't like vegetables?"

"No. They gross. I like candy!" He said excitedly, holding up the goodies that he piled in his small hands.

"Okay then, what about your dad?"

"Dada sees me every Fri-day.” He said carefully. “Only Mama here.” He looked around in confusion. “Mama?”

Jisung was still caught on the sentence about his dad. He sees him every Friday? That sounded a lot like… those child custody things he saw on TV. "Okay little guy, let's go find your mom first. She must be worried." He held out his hand. "My name is Jisung." He offered a smile.

"Ji-sung?" The kid held onto his hand. Jisung began leading them down the aisles. "I'm Sung-hwan! Sunghwan!" He said with a giggle. Aw man he's so cute.

"Sunghwan huh? That's a nice name." Jisung noted as he looked around for you. He soon found you near the cereals, looking worried. "Aha, we found her!" He took a very long glance at your figure and had a few seconds to fantasize over her long legs before Sunghwan shouted.

"Mama!"

You snapped your head in their direction, relief washing over your face as you knelt down so the kid could run into your arms. "Sunghwan! How many times have I told you to not run off like that!" You chided, but you held onto him tightly. You stood up, your gaze meeting Jisung's. A smile formed on your face. "Jisung, right? I can't thank you enough! I looked away for two seconds and he was gone and—"

"It's alright." Jisung brushed it off, but his heart was going crazy inside his chest. She's smiling at me and she's talking to me! "I found him in the candy aisle. Little man has taste."

You looked at kid, who had an innocent look on his face. You shook your head. "I should've known. But anyways, thank you." You held Jisung's hand to shake it. Holy moly.

"It's okay. Really." He said, a huge smile on his face. "Do you need some help?" He asked, looking at the shopping cart that was full of groceries.

"No, no, it's okay —"

"No, I could help, seriously. You look like you have a lot on your hands already." Jisung said, looking at the kid was trying to pick up a box of cereal from the shopping cart. "I live next door, it really isn't an issue.”

“Honestly, that would be really helpful.”.

"No worries." Jisung said casually.

Which was how he found himself in the apartment next door, setting down the bags of groceries in the kitchen. The house was neat — except there were toys everywhere. Sunghwan was way more than thrilled to show Jisung each and every one of them. He even began narrating the story of why his Mickey Mouse stuffed toy had a bandage (bad encounter with a dog at the park) which made Jisung laugh. He would've loved to spend the whole day there, if he didn't get a call from Changbin.

"Oh, that's work. I gotta go." He said, standing up.

"Thank you again, Jisung." You said, coming out of the kitchen.

"I told you, it's okay." He chuckled. "I like helping people out."

"Jisungie, you have to come back and play with me, okay?" Sunghwan had gotten up from his place and was now holding onto the fabric of his jeans. It was adorable. "I no show my Legos." He pouted. This kid was pulling at his heartstrings.

"I mean, if it's okay with your mom…” He tried off, meeting your eyes. Please say yes.

"Of course you can." You nodded with another one of those bright smiles.

"Yay!" Sunghwan jumped around.

"Say bye, Sung." You told the kid, who waved brightly.

"Bye Sunghwan. And you too Y/n. You can call me if you ever need anything." Jisung told you, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'll see you guys later." He saw himself out and back to his own house. That kid was the ticket to get close to you. You're single (as far as he understood), which means he was doing no wrong. Besides, moms are super sexy (she was an absolute milf). God, he was getting too excited. He grabbed his things and headed to the recording studio.

Safe to say the Jisung was absolutely fucked. He was goner the day he saw you dressed up in a dress that was too short for his mental wellbeing. It was supposed to be a normal day. He started babysitting Sunghwan quite often because you had job interviews packed for the whole week. Since he loved you oh so much, the second he swung open to the door to meet your nervous face, asking him if he could watch Sunghwan for a while.

Truth be told — Jisung didn't exactly hear what you said. He'd known you for a month and he was already down so so bad. He only saw your pretty lips moving, the way you fiddled with your fingers as you tried to explain it to him. But Jisung. Oh god. He just stared at you like a lovesick fool and immediately nodded to save his ass when you finished speaking.

Which was how he found himself in his apartment the next day with Sunghwan and his Legos spread out across the living room. Jisung had to work on this track for Changbin and he also had to watch the kid so he decided to multitask. I mean, how hard could it be to take care of a three year old?

Jisung found out his answer within five minutes when said three year old completely trashed his house with Legos. He couldn't walk two feet without stepping on one of the bricks, making him bite his lip in pain so he wouldn't let out a yelp.

“I'm just going to let myself in!” The second day of baby-sitting, Changbin just appeared in his apartment for no reason. This was probably the worst possible situation is overly loud friend could've walked into. Jisung could practically see his face morph into confusion, his eyes widening and his jaw dropped. “Since when do you have a kid?” He asked loudly. Even a deaf person could hear him at this point. “When did you get laid bro? You've been bitchless —”

“Okay!” Jisung cut him off, covering Sunghwan's ears. “Let's not use colorful language when there is a child present.” Only after Changbin muttered a half-hearted sorry did Jisung uncover the kid's ears. “He's my neighbor's kid —”

“You knocked up your neighbor?—”

“Will you please shut the fuc — shut up please?” Jisung took a deep breath. “I'm baby-sitting. His mom has job interviews and she asked for help and I couldn't say no. The kid's too cute.” He shrugged. Just thinking about you made a small blush creep up on his face, his ears turning red. He's never been down so bad for a person before like this.

“Holy shit —” Changbin completely ignored the don't curse there's a fucking child in front of you warning. “You like his mom.” He mouthed the last two words. Guess he didn't trade all of his brain cells for those muscles. “I should've known you actually had a thing for older woman when you brought up —”

“Enough of my embarrassing past and just get on with why you're here.” Jisung was not going to relive his teenage embarrassments. He'd done some things he's not so proud of and Changbin took every chance to make sure he never forgot them.

His friend left a while later. You texted saying that you would be home in a few. He took Sunghwan back to your house after cleaning up all the toys in his. All was well.

But everything turned topsy-turvy the second he saw you entering the house with that purple dress you wore for your job interview. It stopped just where Jisung's imagination started to wander down the gutter. It hugged your curves perfectly and accentuated your boobs so well that it made him dizzy.

"How'd it go?" He asked you once you sat down on the couch near him, playing Legos with Sunghwan, who was absorbed in his kids show playing on the TV. Jisung was sitting on the floor, so your bare knees were brushing against his shoulder, creating waves of tingles over him.

"It went pretty well." You answered, moving those magenta stained lips of yours. I wonder what it would feel like wrapped around my cock. Jisung had to mentally slap himself. Whatever sexual attraction he had to you was not disappearing in anyway — if anything, it increased every second he spent in your presence. For some reason, everything you did turned him on. The past few weeks ended in cold showers every day to calm himself down. "You're spacing out. Have something on your mind?"

Yeah, you. "Nah, I was just thinking about this song I was working on for my friend." Nice save. "The beat isn't perfect, you know? I've been tweaking it for days, maybe I should just let it be."

He saw you put your hand on your chin to think. "Well, I don't know much about music but maybe you need a fresh perspective? I think I read that somewhere. Something about not working on it for a while...."

"That... makes sense." He nodded slowly. "Maybe I just need some fresh air, you know?"

Sunghwan perked up at that. He jumped onto Jisung, a big, goofy smile on his face. Jisung found himself seeing you in the kid. His smile, his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled at the edges when he was happy — he was almost exactly like you.

"Jisungie! Park!" He exclaimed with a giggle. "Let's go to park!"

"A park? Now? Maybe tomorrow bud, your mom's probably tired."

"Yeah Sung, we'll go tomorrow. I promise." You ruffled the kid's hair.

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise." You repeated with a laugh. Sunghwan went back to playing with his Legos. "By the way Jisung, if you're free on Friday, you wanna go watch a movie?"

"Hmm? Yeah, yeah I'd be down." He nodded absent-mindedly, watching the boy run around the room with a Lego car.

"Great." You gave him another one of those smiles before walking to her bedroom. Jisung's eyes were on your ass as you disappeared from the corridor. Wait a minute. Sunghwan will be with his dad on Friday, right? Did you just... ask him out?

"What did mommy say?" Sunghwan asked Jisung.

"Mommies are confusing." He said. "But sexy."

"Sixy?" The kid repeated.

"No — no not sixy! Uh, uh —" Jisung panicked. "Hey, I found this Lego set on Amazon and I thought you'd like it." He quickly whipped out his phone to show him to take his mind off of what he said. God forbid you found that he was talking about how you looked in front of your own kid.

That night after going back to his apartment, he laid in bed, his cock in his hands as he stroked himself to the thought of you. Unconsciously moaning your name loudly (maybe a bit too loud) as he imagined you there, jerking him off with your soft hands and that fuckable face with your big eyes, your lips wrapped around him as you took him in whole — yeah, he came pretty hard after that.

Friday took way longer than Jisung wanted. He was antsy the entire morning in the studio, leg bouncing as he sat on the chair while Changbin recorded in the booth. He was so out of it, he didn't hear his friend calling him thrice from outside the little room until Changbin smacked the back of his head which momentarily brought Jisung out of his dreamland.

How could he focus? When he was just a few hours away from spending an evening with you? Only you? He loved Sunghwan, don't get him wrong but going to a movie together and getting dinner afterwards and maybe — just maybe Jisung could spit out the words he'd been holding hostage inside his mouth ever since he first laid eyes on you. Dear Y/n, I've liked you since the second I saw you in your balcony and I was hoping you could rail me —

The second he got home, he took a shower, brushed his teeth again, and spent twenty minutes trying to decide what he should wear. A suit was too over the top and a normal t-shirt and jeans would look like he didn't care. He had to look cool but interested. In the end he opted for a plain black shirt over his loose jeans. He styled his dark hair with a part in the middle and sprayed some cologne on.

Two mental breakdowns later, he was standing in front of the movie theater where you told him you'd meet him. He tried to act all nonchalant but he was slowly losing his mind as he stood there like a loser (it was for ten minutes).

When you finally arrived, he swore his heart stopped beating for a good few seconds as his eyes raked over your little top that dipped low in the front. Did you do it on purpose? Did you know the way his heart started to a marathon every time he looked at you? How the fuck was he supposed to pay attention to a movie when you were dressed like that?

“Sorry I'm late. Dropping Sunghwan off took a little longer than expected.” You adjusted the strap of your handbag which was resting on your shoulder.

“I just got here too. It's okay.” Jisung played it off coolly. It was all worth seeing that smile on your face. He took a moment to mentally note that he also liked the subtle pink lipstick you wore today, but his favorite had to be that magenta color. Just imagining himself stained in your kisses — his face, his chest, his d —

Han Jisung almost publicly humiliated himself for the nth time this month.

The movie was fine. It was some romcom that you liked. His attention was more on you. Your reactions to everything, the way your eyes sparkled as you pointed to the screen, the way your eyes turned into crescents as you laughed at whatever corny ass jokes Jisung made that weren't even that funny.

Dinner… Dinner was far more difficult. He could barely pay any attention to what you were saying. He was more focused on your fingers and your freshly painted magenta nails. Magenta was going to be his fucking end. He could barely keep himself from imagining how good those freshly manicured hands would look wrapped around his cock. Oh god, he was getting hard again. He was only snapped out of his thoughts when you said, “You want to go home?”

“Huh?”

“You look tired. And I'm probably boring you —”

“No, no — never.” Jisung shook his head.

“Then what's wrong Jisung?”

Fuck it, he couldn't take it anymore. “I like you Y/n.” Silence. The silence after that was killing him. He swallowed hard and took a big gulp of water as his face turned redder than red.

“Well I know that. Why do you think I invited you out on a date?”

Every time Jisung believed he couldn't be more surprised, you just had to go and prove him wrong. “What?” He breathed out.

“I know you like me. You're not very secretive about it.” You chuckled, twisted the pasta in your plate onto your fork. “I like you a lot too.” What the actual fuck? “I never thought I'd like someone so fast after… everything. But you proved me wrong.” You shrugged. “But my real question is… do you jerk off to me every night?”

That's it. Jisung knew the thin walls of his apartment would come back to bite him someday in the future. He was betrayed by his own house. He was absolutely mortified you heard him fisting himself to you. He turned impossibly more red. He could barely stutter out a response but he stopped when he saw that teasing smile on your face.

“It's a good thing I feel the same way.”

The cab ride home was torture. Not only did you like him. But you wanted to fuck him too? And it definitely did not help whatsoever that you hand rested on his thigh and slowly inched upward, agonizingly slow towards the obvious tent in his pants. His dick was so hard it hurt in the confines of his pants. He bit down on his lip so hard when you brushed over his bones and then started to palm him through the fabric. Oh fucking hell… You were teasing him. He could see that smirk on your face as he almost whined when you pulled away because the cab stopped.

The second you stepped foot in his apartment, he pushed you against the wall next to the door and smashed his lips against yours. Hungry and needy. He pressed his body against yours, pulling you along to his bedroom (how he got there, he had no clue). His hands were everywhere. Touching and caressing every part of you. Your hair, your waist, your ass — it was heaven. You threaded your fingers through his fingers, lightly tugging at the strands. It was enough to elicit a soft moan from him, muffled by the kiss.

“Tell me Jisung…” You said quietly as you pulled away from him. “What did you imagine about me?” You pushed him onto the bed and as you got on your knees. He lifted his hips as you pulled down his pants along with his boxers, releasing his dick. It was red and stained with precum and so hard.

But you didn't do anything. “Please.” He whimpered. “Do something.” You smiled at him deviously before beginning to stroke him at a slow pace. Too slow. “F-Fuck.” He threw his head back with a groan. You were barely doing anything and he was so far gone. You carefully took him into your mouth, inch by inch. Your mouth was warm, your plush lips wrapped around his cock was making him lose his mind. He wanted to grab your hair and fuck your throat but he couldn't move his body. It was like he was frozen, only able to buck his hips into your mouth for some kind of friction. You finally — finally started bobbing your head up and down, the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat each time. “S-Shit. Fuck. Don't stop.” You went faster after that, fondling with his balls. Your tongue swirling around the tip and your hands on his balls, he could feel that band in his belly about to snap. “Fuck. Fuck I'm gonna —” Before he could reach that sweet release, you pulled away with a pop, innocent eyes staring up at him. He let out a loud groan at that. “W-Why —”

He stopped himself when you stood up and took off your pants and panties and crawled onto his lap, sinking onto him slowly. A soft moan escaped both your mouths when his dick was completely inside you. “Fuck you're big.” You whimpered, trying to adjust to his size. It gave him a bit of an ego boost. You started to bounce on him, letting out the most sinful moans Jisung ever heard in his entire life. “Perfect little dick. Filling me up so well.” You groaned. His dick twitched. Your walls were sucking him in, milking him. It was too much. He was already on edge from his denied orgasm, but the way you were talking to him? Fuck. He wasn't going to last.

“S-So tight.” He whimpered. “F-Fuck. Feels good.”

“Feels good baby?” You asked. He nodded frantically. “Are you gonna cum?” He nodded again. “Hold it for a bit. Only good boys get to cum. Have you been a good boy?”

“Y-Yes, fuck —” He squeezed his eyes shut as your walls clenched around him. “Oh fuck —” Jisung was determined to save the last of his dignity (not like he had much in the first place) and tried to get you off too. He met your thrusts half way, his dick repeatedly brushing against that spongy spot deep inside you.

“Right there.” Your nails dug into his skin but he didn't give two shits. “‘M so close.”

“Let me make you cum too.” He kissed your chest, your breasts and wrapped his lips around your hardened buds, alternating between the two of them. From the fucked out expression on your face and the way he was two seconds from filling you with his seed, he two took of his fingers and found your clit in no time, rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive numb making you cry out as your orgasm washed over you. Jisung came a moment later, his body spasming as he came down from his high.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” You panted, your head laying on his shoulder. Jisung could barely even nod in reply. His dick was still inside you as your juices and his pooled onto his thighs and onto his sheets. It was a mistake to look at where your swollen pussy lips swallowed him whole and he could feel himself getting hard again.

Yeah. He definitely had a thing for mommies.

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[vole-mon-amour]

IWTV, 1x07, part 1.

Starting this episode aka crying, screaming, throwing up in advance. Watching this while having breakfast is probably not a good idea, but here we go.

The first offense is the naming of the episode. How dare you do that to my poor boy.

My wonderful boy. ;_; My emotions are all over the place.

:(

Lestat's nails go from ten to negative ten in 7 episodes. This is rude.

Me too, Louis. Me too.

Same, Lestat, same. I'd say we'd be bad parents together, but I would never ask for a kid of him. You guys should have killed her when you had the chance (I say as I read IWTV and scream that book!Claudia deserves BETTER).

Kill her, Lestat. Kill her. Don't let her go there. T_____T

Aaand I believe his nails are different again. This is a joke. They laugh at me.

You can see in Lestat's eyes that he sees right through Claudia and her communication with Louis, but he still does nothing about it. It stresses me out.

"She wouldn't tell me at the time as I was slipping back into the old feelings as she said I would" I mean, who wouldn't love him??? He's actually not the villain here. Everything could have been great if you were only into him in the first place. No kids, no major fights, no problems. Why try to kill him, hello????

But it's so obviously a doll, I don't get the fuss?

Oh, this with proper coloring and as gifs? Might as well get back to it. The design is outstanding.

"...and desperately fragile."

HE SEES IT ALL AND HE STILL LETS THEM DO IT. The tears in his eyes, the red in his whites. Don't cry, Lestat, 'cause I'm already crying. And I just read what Sam said, that Lestat could hear Claudia and Louis interacting and knew everything all along, but still went with it for the sake of it & I'm— It hurts way too much. It breaks my heart.

He deserved so much fucking better. One thing if he didn't know and went with it, that I can understand. But he KNEW and still let them destroy him T___T "I tell you where to cut."

Losing it, besties.

"Sister" This is a fucking joke. Also, hands again. <3

Attempting to ignore every single coming event but this sunshine smiling.

Baby boy. Baby.

I gotta say, the editing is pretty nice. I almost don't notice where they took breaks and started again.

DON'T DO IT, LESTAT. DO NOT DO IT. You can fucking see it in his eyes, in his movement how he's hesitant bur still proceeds. I hate it here.

Why? Why did you go with it, Lestat? It's not worth it.

I mean, he can literally smell rosemary from their garden. Surely he can sense the poison?????

"What is it, my love?"

"I-I think it's the gin."

"I wasn't talking to you."

At least he had the decency to have this lover and to talk about this out loud. And it just occurred to me, but why is Lestat having a female lover in the show? To show his bisexuality? Cause in the book it's another boy that loves him very much & that still doesn't make him less bisexual. And Lestat turned that one, too. I'm torn about this one. I think I'd prefer another man there.

Also, Louis and Claudia are lying pieces of shit. Protective mode: on.

Totally agreed. Too bad it still didn't save Lestat.

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

her, can i request a tommy enemies to lovers type thing where the reader is a sunnyvaler and her and tommy hate each other but have a lot sexual tension and one day they both snap and “do it”.

ps your writing is literally perfect omfg

Tommy actually disliking someone,,,,,this is a wild concept but I'm here for it

The Old Rivalry (Tommy Slater x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw, enemies to lovers speedrun, hate sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, hate sex turns into gentle aftercare, not my best smut rip, implied jealousy, verbal fight turns into hate sex, 

Word Count: 1.5k

"Fucking Shadyside brat." You muttered to yourself as you scrubbed the doors of the outhouse. Graffiti littered them, all done by a particular redheaded camper.

You swore, the day Ziggy Berman got her fifth strike you were going to scream. You would even pack her bags for her if it meant getting her out sooner. And, most of the counselors would agree. Except the one you were working with. Tommy gave a sigh and said,

"Don't talk about her like that." He said, and you scoffed and turned your head to look at him. Oh, was he going to defend all the Shadysiders? Even delinquents like Ziggy? Or was is because-

"Why? Cause she's your girlfriend's sister?" You jabbed, flipping your hair over your shoulder. You smirked when you heard him throw his scrubber into the bucket, the loud splash was all you needed to know that you were getting to him. Tommy would never say anything mean back. He was too nice for that. You could practically hear him sputter for a second, before he said,

"Cindy's not my girlfriend." He replied, and you smirked to yourself again. Of course she wasn't. It was a little surprising, but, then again, not quite. Tommy was too goody-goody for a girlfriend, even if he was in the middle of college. You swore he was probably the type that "didn't want girls to get in the way of his studies" or some shit like that. And, really, you didn't know why you cared so much. You scrubbed harder, trying to get the gunk off.

It wasn't like you cared about Tommy or what he did with his life. Cared if Cindy was his girlfriend. So, why did it make you slightly happy to hear that? It wasn't like the insufferable goody-two-shoes Thomas Slater was cute or anything. It wasn't like he was tall, and had a nice smile. Or a nice butt, you thought. He was annoying, too nice for his own good, and a Shadysider. That alone should've been enough to completely blow him off your radar. So, why did you continue to dig?

"Oh, does she not like virgins?" And you heard the splash again. This time you turned, watching him as he did the same. He had a frown on his face, and he actually looked- oh, he looked angry. You could see it in his eyes, just a flicker of a flame. It was interesting to see, and you apparently didn't know when to stop pushing. "What? Everyone else can talk about it, but I can't?" And you were shocked when he asked,

"Why are you such a bitch?" And you scoffed out a laugh. Did he just- Oh, he did. You stared at him for a moment before you threw your scrubber down as well. He seemed to realize what he said after he said it, and you watched as his face changed. You could already see the apology forming on his lips, a stutter of, "I'm- I-" But you stopped him. You snapped,

"No, Tommy. Say what you wanna fucking say. There's no one else here." You said, gesturing around. It was true. The outhouse only had the pair of you, and the campers were all out doing activities. You'd even closed the doors so they wouldn't wander in. "Or, are you too much of a pussy? Huh?" You said, prodding him in the chest. You didn't know why you pushed him so hard- Or, well, you did, but you didn't want to admit it.

You didn't want to admit that you thought he was hot. That sweet, virgin boy Tommy was the one that got your panties in a twist. That you were only mean to him because- Well, what else could you be to him? You watched as his face set, as his glare returned. He let out a huff, before he said,

"You're so mean- You're mean to everyone. Are you really so unhappy with your perfect, little Sunnyvale life that you have to take it out on everyone else?" He snapped, and you were surprised that his words cut. But, you were quick to snap back,

"Are you really so boring that you can't get Cindy to date you, or is it more of a medical thing?" And you watched how his mouth fell for a moment. He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what you were implying.

"Fuck you." He spat, and you nearly wanted to laugh. Such a hard curse coming from his mouth was almost comical. But he was staring at you with such an intense look in his eyes that you couldn't deny the heat you felt in your belly. God, you hated that you were attracted to him. It made you spit back,

"Fuck you." And then you were both moving. You don't know who grabbed the other first, but you were being slammed against one of the doors. You grabbed his hair, kissing him feverishly as his hands were quick to grab your sides, and then roam. You tugged at his shirt, and he was quick to rip it off. He cupped your face as he dove back in, stealing your lips and stealing your breath as you fumbled with the buttons on your shorts. He was quick to reach for his own belt, to push down his own jeans as you kicked your shorts off. You didn't even have time to take your panties off before he was picking you up, hiking your legs around his waist. You let out a gasp, one that he took advantage of as he flicked his tongue into your mouth.

You could feel the press of his dick against you, hard and big from the outline in his underwear. Alright, definitely not a medical issue. He surrounded you, moved you like you didn't weigh a thing to him. His grip was firm as he gripped your thighs, tugged your hair. But, it only made you moan and arch into him as you dug your nails into his shoulders. As he reached inside your panties to curl his fingers inside you. When you heard him chuckle, you could imagine what he was thinking. You were drenched. You could feel how much you wanted him, and now he did too. Before he could tease you for it, you tugged his hair harshly and bit,

"Fuck me. Now." And willed it not to sound desperate. Tommy didn't need to be told twice.

You heard the rustle of fabric, and then you felt him push your panties to the side. A moment later, you felt something warm and thick sliding through your folds, making you gasp as he pressed it against your entrance. You gasped again when he started pushing inside, and Tommy watched every expression cross your face as he went deeper and deeper and-

"Fuck." You gasped as you held on, burying your face into his neck as he began to move. His thrusts were quick, as the two of you didn't have much time. You tried to hold on to something behind you, your hand landing on the top of the door as Tommy began pummelling your insides. You could feel your eyes rolling back in your head, Tommy clamping his mouth over yours to muffle your sounds. To muffle his own little moans. You could feel every thick inch dragging against your walls, hitting a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

That had your legs tightening around him in no time. You could feel the pressure building with each thrust, inching you closer like he did with you up the wall. Your leg hung out, your body shaking with each thrust. You hit your head back against the door, your eyes closing as the waves of pleasure washed over you. As they grew. Finally, you whimpered,

"I'm gonna cum," And all it took was a few more hard thrusts for you to clamp around him. Your body spasmed and clenched as your release ran through you, as the pleasure overwhelmed your senses. You whined when you suddenly felt empty. Tommy let out a few sputtering gasps as he pulled out of you, and you could feel his release splatter against your thigh.

His grip on you loosened and he slowly set you down, like he'd lost his grip at first before he stopped himself from dropping you. His forehead pressing against yours for a moment with his eyes still closed. He leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed him back. It was slow and sweet, a completely contrast to the entirety of what you'd just done. It was a moment of intimacy, just a flicker of it. Before he was pulling back and tucking himself away. You watched as he pulled his shirt on as you tried to catch your breathing, using the wall as support for your wobbly legs. You watched as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, and kneeled to help clean you up. You let him, thoughtlessly reaching out to card your fingers through his hair. You watched as he pressed a kiss to your thigh, and the intimacy returned. You thought it'd been shattered but- Well, you should've known Tommy wasn't like that. For a moment, neither of you said a word, and then Tommy said,

"I'm not a virgin." And you didn't think you had the mental capacity at the moment to be shocked.

[zeawoo]

YOUNG-LUV.COM

— watanabe haruto

PAIRING ▸ Snowboarder!Haruto x Fem!Reader

GENRE ▸ fluff, lowkey crack, enemies to lovers

SUMMARY ▸ When your best friends—Riki and Shota—bribe you into going on a snowboarding trip with them in exchange for a video game item you’ve had your eye on for a while, you agree to tag along. But when they leave you at the top of the mountain, you start regretting your decision.

WORDCOUNT ▸ 2.70K

DISCLAIMERS ▸ strong language, haruto says some pretty mean things to y/n (i.e i didnt think you were that weak) but it’s out of love dw, y/n is a little rude and overly competitive (she’s a hot-tempered Valorant player, what do you expect?), non-snowboarders will probably not understand the terminology or the movements that are described but that’s okay seeing as it hold no value to the story itself

TAGS ▸ @soobin-chois

a/n: big thanks to the wonderful @strwbrymlkes for proofreading and helping me come up with a title, muah ily nari bae <3

"Wait guys don't just leave me here-!"

You don't even get to finish your sentence before your so-called best friends, Riki and Shota, turn their backs to you and glide down the mountain on their snowboards.

Oh fuck I'm fucking screwed.

Your body goes rigid when you realize that the boys just left you here, on top of a mountain, with a snowboard and no knowledge of how to use it. The worst part? You don't know how the hell you're going to get down. Yup, definitely screwed.

Now, how on earth did you even end up here?

Well, you have those two idiots to blame. It started this morning when both of them had spammed your phone with calls and messages, begging you to come join them on a snowboarding trip. You, who hates the cold and doing anything that demands physical labor, said no. The boys knew that much, but the trick up their sleeves was something that you couldn't resist.

"We'll buy you the reaver vandal in any color you want."

When you'd arrived at the ski resort, your friends had failed to teach you the basics of snowboarding before forcing you on a chairlift. They'd explained that there was a slope further away that was beginner-friendly so you didn't think anything of it. That is until you realized that to get to said slope, you had to take a black diamond track aka one of the hardest tracks at the resort that started with a very steep descent.

You weren't dumb, so obviously you refused to go down there seeing as you hadn't yet learned to even move with a snowboard strapped to your feet, let alone turn and most importantly, stop. Riki and Shota eventually gave up, ultimately deciding that your stubbornness was something they were never going to beat and instead went off without you.

And that's how you ended up at the top of a mountain at a ski resort with a heavy snowboard in your hands, and your dignity at stake. All because of your stupid obsession with Valorant.

Curse you, Riki! Shota!

You plop down on the white snow, undoing the bindings that glued your foot and the board together. You didn't know what to do. Tears were threatening to blur your vision and at this point, you were so thankful you had your goggles on so that no one could see how much of a mess you are at the moment. Seconds turn into minutes as you watch skiers and snowboarders alike get off the chairlift and race down different trails, joyous cheers coming from them when they start sliding down the mountain.

You fidget with your board, doing and undoing the bindings as to not look clueless to passerbys who, despite your efforts, pitied you for looking so lonely and miserable. You stop once both your feet are strapped in, a long sigh slipping through your lips.

"Well well well, fancy seeing you here." Your head snaps up at the familiar voice. Your breath hitches when your gaze meets the one person you despise the most; Watanabe Haruto.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You spit, the hopelessness you felt earlier turning into annoyance as a cocky grin tugs at his lips.

"I should be asking you that. Besides, you're not the one who's known as YG High's best snowboarder." At his remark, you roll your eyes and for the first time since this morning, you wish you didn't have your goggles on so Haruto could see that his arrogance is nowhere near flamboyance. "So?"

"So what?"

"You didn't answer my question. Why are you, L/n Y/n, of all people here snowboarding?"

At this point, you feel like a gazelle trapped between a pride of starved lions. You stop to think about your next words, grunting when every excuse you'd made up in your head didn't sound one bit convincing. So for a moment, you let your pride slip through your fingers like sand and force the words out of your mouth. "I was promised something I've been wanting for a while if I came here but now my friends abandoned me and I don't know anything about snowboarding."

Your gaze is trained on the powdery snow beneath your feet until laughter resonates from the boy who's standing in front of you, looking down at you as he has the time of his life seeing the one person he enjoys teasing the most in a situation where your pride can't save you. The weight of the death glare that's pointed at him finally settles when Haruto stops giggling like a madman. He almost gasps, wondering when the hell did you take your goggles off.

"Very funny, Watanabe. Now if you're going to continue then I suggest you do so when I'm not around, I'm so not in the mood right now."

He straightens, arms crossing as he lifts a brow. "Are you really going to let a little mishap like this get the better of you? Seriously, Y/n? I didn't think you were that weak."

His words make you livid. The competitive spirit in you makes it hard for you to stay calm as you send daggers at him, fists clenching so hard you're almost sure your palms are stripped of any blood flowing. Haruto knows how to make your blood boil and you despise him for that. He knows that provoking you by questioning your skills and your pride makes you pissed like no other. Your voice comes out like venom when you wipe melted snow off your face using the back of your gloved hand. "Shut up. I’m nowhere near weak.”

Haruto smirks in contempt. "Atta girl." Only one of his feet is attached to his snowboard. He didn't have time to strap them both in for the sight of your figure sitting in the snow next to the trail map had seized his attention. So the boy places his free foot on your board, in between the bindings, arm outstretched.

You hesitate for a moment before accepting it, wondering if this was a ploy to further make fun of you. In the end, you take his hand and in one swift motion, you're up on your feet. Not exactly gracefully, seeing as you almost face plant forward though luckily, Haruto is there to catch you. You can literally hear him smirk in satisfaction seeing you already struggle, but you decide to play it off.

Without a word, Haruto drags you to the edge where the surface starts to angle down. For a second, you panic, seeing how steep the slope actually is, and Haruto can tell when your grip on his hands tightens. "Don't wuss out on me now, Y/n."

"The hell makes you say that? I'm everything but a wuss." You hiss, but you know he thinks otherwise. Still, the boy simply shrugs and moves directly in front, facing you as his board slides down perpendicularly to the mountain.

"Turn your board like mine is."

Okay, that's easy. Done.

"Put most of your weight on your heels— Stop leaning your torso back that's why you're falling," Haruto says as he helps you up. Something in the back of your mind tells you that this isn't the only time you're going to be falling today.

"Bend your knees and control your weight." You do as he says, groaning when the board slowly turns parallel, and opting to drop on your bottom to stop yourself.

Haruto lets go of you to slip his goggles back down, then doing the same with your own before helping you back up. He can tell you're already discouraged. As he tries to find something to say that will bring your determination back, a kid—around seven years old—comes speeding down the hill, skillfully switching between his toe and heel edges.

"See that, Y/n?" He jerks his head to the little kid, making your eyes follow in that direction. "A tiny ass kid is better than you. Why don't you go ask him for some help, huh?"

That's all it takes for you to get back up on your feet, this time paying a lot more attention to how much pressure you put on each heel. You find that leaning more towards one foot turns your board completely straight against the slope, so to counteract that you dig your weight into your opposite foot.

You look up at Haruto with a satisfied smirk only to meet one of his own as he slowly slips his fingers away from yours. He slides down to a flat part of the trail, watching with crossed arms as you slowly join him. Okay, this isn't so bad, just balance out your weight and don't lean back.

When you get to the boy, he only nods in acknowledgment before clapping his hands together. "Right so you seem to be getting the hang of this quite easily— I don't know how the hell you did that cause it took me a good two days to master heel edge." You have trouble deciphering what he mumbled at the second half but you just decide to brush it off with a shrug.

"What's next?" You're getting impatient now, wanting to get down as fast as possible and redo the trail without anyone's help in typical Y/n fashion. Stubborn and in denial that you sometimes need it.

"Now try ridding down with your board parallel to the slope."

Your eyes widen, and you fight back a gasp. "Are you crazy? That's way too fast!"

"You'll be fine as long as you're able to switch to your heel edge when you need to slow down."

"But-"

"That kid from earlier was doing it, so I don't see why you can't, Y/n. Unless you're a wimp, hm?"

Alright, that's it Watanabe fucking Haruto. I'd like to see you get your ass kicked by me in a Valorant duel after this.

A sharp breath leaves your lips as you start going down at a pace that's a little too fast for your liking, so in a semi-panicked state, you whirl your board around to that you're on your heel edge. Unfortunately, you must've done it too quickly because you end up on the ground, tumbling down the hill a few times before gathering the strength to stop yourself with your arms. Now you're laying on your back and you can hear Haruto approach from the distance.

What you didn't expect, however, is him coming to an abrupt stop, thus spraying you with snow.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that Watanabe!" You yell, sitting up and grabbing a handful of snow that you throw at him, but sadly miss.

The boy is laughing and that makes you want to whack him with your snowboard right here and now. Your anger blurs the fact that he's making his way down the mountain, and you only realize when he yells from a distance.

"Then come catch up to me! I bet you won't even be able to!" And just like that, Haruto turns a corner and disappears from your sight.

Oh, fucking hell he just left me here. Traitor.

That's when you decide to get revenge on Haruto for your not-very-pleasant snow shower. You get up on your feet and ease into the right position, leaning towards your front foot until you reach the turning point and try your best to stay calm. You start by pulling your back foot forward slowly to get on your heel edge, internally celebrating when you manage to stay steady.

And so with adrenaline and blood pumping in your veins, you adjust your goggles before continuing on with your quest to absolutely destroy Watanabe Haruto.

In the meantime, Haruto arrives at the bottom where he meets up with two blond boys. They share a quick side hug before the taller of the blonds speak up. "How's Y/n doing up there?"

Haruto smirks, "She's a surprisingly fast learner."

"Are you sure you didn't just bully her into being good?"

"Aye, Riki you know I'm not like that."

"Yeah right." The other boy, Shota, mocks the older.

"Fine, maybe I did. But hey, you weren't kidding when you said she's one hell of a competitive person. I compared a seven-year-old to her and it felt like she was gonna kill me." Haruto shivers at the thought of your deadly glare from earlier.

Shota laughs, patting the elder's shoulder. "She's a Valorant player man, what do you expect? And by the way..." The boy leans his weight on Haruto who groans, knowing exactly what he was going to say. "That PS5 you promised us for getting Y/n to come here, we're still waiting for it."

"Yeah! We didn't go through all that trouble for nothing!" Riki chimes in and he and Shota share a look.

"It's on its way to my house. Come get it tomorrow, kids." At that, the younger two jump around in excitement, hugging each other as they yell words of victory for attaining their game console.

Haruto chuckles happily. Just then, he hears a voice—your voice—shouting from the distance to "Watch out!". He turns around, but unfortunately isn't quick enough to move out of the way. Everything feels like it's moving in slow motion when you fail to break. You crash into Haruto's chest, sending you both toppling over. You don't even notice the boy instinctively wrapping his arms around you until you land atop of him, who lands on his back.

"Woah— Y/n? Are you okay?" Haruto asks. When he doesn't get and answer he starts knocking on your helmet. He relaxes when you respond by groaning and tapping on his arm to stop. Normally, you would've already been back up on your feet, pushing away the boy who somehow ended up being your savior today. Except your body doesn’t cooperate. Your arms don’t have any more strength in them, legs shaking from being in a squatting position the whole time. You are such a mess but that only makes Haruto’s heart flutter even more than it already is.

Your eyes close automatically as your body goes limp against Haruto. It feels nice just laying there. The sensation is as satisfying as reading a book on a rainy day or getting an Ace in Valorant. You let yourself just stay there and you almost doze off, wanting to reclaim the energy you spent getting down the mountain.

Haruto doesn’t know how to react. Who would when your crush is literally laying on top of you? His stomach tingles with what he can only assume are butterflies. He just lays there, internally panicking. After a few moments, though, he relaxes. Okay, this isn’t so bad… Yeah, this feels nice actually.

“I’m so tired.” You mumble into his neck and in return earn a chuckle, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“Make sure to have a bottle of painkillers on hand, tomorrow you won’t be able to move properly.” His voice resonates right into your ear as you listen, half-asleep.

“I owe you one, Watanabe. Even though I hate to admit it, I really do. Name anything and it’s yours.”

“Then how about a date?”

You’re about to answer when you hear a pair of hushed voices a little further. “Quick Shota take a picture of them and post it on the school website! Y/n’s gonna try to bribe us to take it down and we can ask for Fifa 22 in exchange!”

Suddenly, you don’t feel tired anymore. In fact, your energy level only goes up when you spring up to your feet. You look down at Haruto, “If it’s a date you want then fine. But first…” You snap your gaze over to your two best friends. Their faces are drained of mischievousness when you kick off your bindings and start running after them.

“You traitors! How dare you abandon me at the top like that! GET BACK HERE!”

[koutarostiddies]

I Hate You...

Oikawa Tooru x F!reader Reader. Friends to enemies to lovers-ish. 

A/N: This is the editted version of the original one I posted on my main blog. I’m hoping this one is much better, but I’ve worked on this piece so much that I don’t know for sure.

MINORS DNI there be smut in these here parts. 

CW: Oiks calls reader sweetheart, fingering and oral f! receiving. Protected vaginal sex. Hickies. Lots of swearing.

Pt. 2

You hated him, in fact you thought hate wasn't a strong enough word to describe that visceral feeling in your stomach when you saw him. If it wasn't for your shared friend group there would never be any reason to see him. Why did they even bring him when you hung out? Were they hoping for some reconciliation or did they just enjoy watching the abuse you inflicted upon each other?

"I'll grow on her," he said smugly as he leaned back in his chair. 

"Yeah, like mold." Iwaizumi rolled his eyes as he looked over at you while you ordered your food. "I don't get why you pester her so much. You’re not in grade school you know."

"I think she likes the attention." Oikawa smiled. "I think she likes bad boys.”

"Even if she did, that's definitely not what you are. You're a total ass to her. You do know there was a time you guys were friends. I have no idea why you decided to ruin that."

"She's just upset that I'm the best person in this friend group." It was Oikawa's confidence that turned you off from the friendship–maybe confidence wasn't the word, his arrogance. He had his moments when he was amusing, when he still managed to get a smile or chuckle out of you, but that was it. It was the way he thought he was better than anyone – including your ex, who was one of his close friends, that ate away at you. You wondered how the other guys managed to tolerate him for as long as they did. Was it your break up with Makki that triggered it? It wasn’t like it was a bad break up, you just both wanted different things. And it was most likely due to that that occasionally you had both found yourselves in each other's beds every so often.

"Welcome back," Oikawa rolled his eyes as you sat across from him. "Oh, you must want to stare at my handsome face.” He puckered his lips at you and winked. You could feel your rage building up, but before you managed to do anything, Iwaizumi kicked him from under the table. "Can you just shut up for once?"

"She likes it,” he crossed his arms and smiled at you. Your bottom lip trembled as you held yourself back. It took so much willpower to not just pour your food over his head, but you didn't have that sort of willpower. You stood up abruptly, your chair scraping the ground as it nearly fell back. "I fucking hate you," was all anyone heard before you dumped your lunch over him. You didn't care that you didn't eat, to you it was money well spent if it meant making him look bad. You grabbed your bag and stormed out of the restaurant, bumping into Makki on your way out.

"Hey, y/n are you ok?" Makki asked as you continued down the street without acknowledging him. There was only one person that could upset you that much and he was nearly ready to chew his head off. As he turned to the table where he sat, Makki couldn’t help the smile that spread when he saw Oikawa trying his best to remove the food that now decorated him.

"I see you and y/n had another disagreement." Makki sat in the chair where you had been seated before you took off. "I don't know why you have to rile her up like this."

"I kinda like seeing her get upset."

"You're an asshole." Iwaizumi snapped.

"I agree. She never did anything wrong to warrant such behavior from you. Fuck, we broke up and I still consider her one of my best friends."

"You guys broke up, yet you’re still fucking her.” Oikawa spit back.

“You’re walking on thin ice, Oiks,” Makki warned.

“Besides, she was the one that started hating me first. All her snide remarks about me being arrogant and constantly needing to one up people. Of course I'd respond aggressively towards her." He continued.

“It’s not like she’s wrong you know,” Iwaizumi frowned as he watched his friend dab at his shirt with a napkin.

"You should really apologize to her." Makki leaned back.

"Yeah, you never know, she may even decide to give you a second chance." Iwaizumi snorted knowing that there was a very slim chance of that ever happening.. 

"Well I'm definitely not apologizing to her right now. I need to change out of these."

"I think you should apologize to her now. She may be willing to listen if you at least look like you mean it." Makki watched Oikawa mull it over. Although there was that part of him that hoped you wouldn’t and just kick his ass instead. 

Oikawa took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I should go. But if this stains, I'm making you guys replace it."

"Yeah, because it's so expensive." Makki huffed.

"So, what's her address?" Oikawa stood up and took out his phone. Makki gave him the address and directions and watched as his friend left the restaurant. 

"You think he'll fuck this up?" He looked at Iwaizumi.

"Most likely. In fact, I kinda hope he does.”

Oikawa drove for what seemed like hours, mostly because he got lost and the other part because he was genuinely nervous. He didn't have his friends as a buffer. At best you'd slam the door in his face, at worst you might actually kill him. 

He pulled up to your apartment complex. It was large, intimidating even. He once more looked at his phone for your apartment number.  "She sure likes to have people work to see her. Better have an elevator."

Oikawa tried to avoid everyone's stares as they whispered while looking at his now stained shirt. They were definitely going to buy him another one. He stood at the complex’s doors and realized that Makki never told him that he had to be buzzed in. Of course, Makki did it on purpose. "Fuck, she's not gonna let me in." Oikawa fiddled with the directory until he saw your name. His chest tightened as he selected your name. Maybe you weren’t at home, that's what he hoped until he heard your voice over the intercom. 

"What the fuck do you want, asshole?"

"To apologize."

"Well, do it from there."

"No, I want to do it in person."

"And you think I'm just going to let you up? You really are full of yourself." 

"Please." He sounded remorseful, but that meant nothing to you since you knew he'd just start shit with you again. The intercom disconnected and with it he let out a dejected sigh. Well at least it wasn't a door slamming in his face. As soon as he started to turn to leave he heard the buzz of the door. He smiled and took it as a win.   

Lucky for him the elevator was empty so he didn't have to deal with any more inquisitive stares. Once the doors opened he walked down the hall until he reached your door. In front of your door was a mat that read, "go away".

"Typical," he mumbled. He raised his hand ready to knock but you opened it before he had a chance.

"Hurry up."

"Can I at least come in?"

"You said you wanted to apologize in person. We don't have to go inside to do that." You were definitely pissed at him. He had never seen you this upset with him. He had to admit it almost made him proud that he got you that worked up–that was if he wasn't wearing your lunch.

He stayed quiet, just staring until you said something. 

"Of course you'd fucking lie to me. Get the fuck out. I don't ever want to see you again. If that means I have to stop hanging out with the guys I will."

"And you think you could find anyone else that would tolerate you?" Oikawa wasn't thinking of the consequences that would arise from his remark until your fist made contact with his face.

"What the fuck?" He covered his eye as he looked back at you.

"What do you mean what the fuck?" You hissed. "I'm done with you and I'm done with everyone." Oikawa could hear your voice crack. He knew he pushed you too far and knowing you were about to cry made him feel guilty. He watched as you turned around and without thinking he reached out for your arm.

"Wait!" 

"Listen, asshole, if you fucking touch me I'll break every one of your fingers. I'd like to see you play after that." You hated him.

"I'm sorry. I'm an asshole I know. I shouldn't have said that. That was low, even for me. If you didn't hate me before I'm sure you do now." You only nodded in response. "Can I at least get some ice for this?"

“You most definitely can. There is a konbini downstairs, I’m sure you can find what you need there.” You started to close the door but he stuck his foot in the way. You looked as if you were ready to give him a matching set of black eyes before he opened his mouth again.

“No…I just–can I come in?” You clenched your saw, but relented. "Fine," You huffed as you held the door open for him. 

"Wait here." Oikawa nodded as he sat on the small bench in the genkan. On the wall across from it you had pictures of you and the guys. Some pictures of you and Makki from when you were dating and some when you were just hanging out. None of him.

"Hey, Oikawa?"

"Yeah?"

"Guess your shit out of luck. I have no ice. My fridge doesn't have a dispenser and I forgot to put water in the tray."

"Do you at least have a bag of frozen vegetables or anything?"

"No." You walked back to the genkan with your head down. "Do you mind waiting a couple of hours? I can wash your clothes while you wait. I still have some of Hiro's clothes here so you have something to change into, if you don't mind."

"You know you could always just go grab an ice pack from the konbini."

"And what was wrong with my earlier suggestion of you doing the same? Is oIkawa Tooru too good to be seen at a konbini to buy a bag of ice? Has Argentina changed you that much? Besides, if you think that I’m leaving you in my apartment alone, you’re sorely mistaken.”

"This is going to bruise, y/n. I'm too beautiful for a black eye." He whined like a petulant child.

“Then why don’t you go and grab one?” You snapped.

“Because everyone will stare,” he grumbled. 

“Well you’re ‘beautiful’. Isn’t that what you want? Attention?” you had to just kick him while he was down. It was only fair for all those times he had done it to you. You hated him, but that didn’t mean you were downright heartless.

"I can always wet a rag and freeze it. It may be quicker," You offered. 

"Yeah, fine."

"You might as well come in since you'll be waiting a while. Do you want anything to drink?"

"Water I guess." Oikawa wandered into your sparsely decorated living room and noticed a small frame that seemed hidden behind the others. When he pulled it forward he smirked a bit. It was a picture he had sent you from Argentina, back when you were still friends. As soon as you walked into the living room he hid the frame behind his back.

"Are you going through my shit now?"

"No, I mean not on purpose."

"What are you hiding?"

"I should ask you the same thing. He held out the picture and you looked away.

"I thought I threw that in the trash," You grumbled.

"I knew you still liked me." Ugh you just wanted to smack that smug smirk off his face. 

"Hey idiot, did you forget the part where I punched you?" 

"And that was because you cared." He was pushing your buttons again. You hated him so much. You put the cup down and stormed past him. A few minutes later you returned with some clothes and threw them at him. "Get changed so I can wash your clothes."

"Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall, first door on the left."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

"Go die in a fire, Oikawa."

Before he got to the bathroom he decided to test your hospitality a bit more, "Hey, if it's not too much to ask, can I shower here?"

"You're really pushing your luck."

"Fine, sorry I asked."

You pinched the bridge of your nose, "Just leave your clothes outside of the bathroom." Might as well let him shower since he'd be there for a while anyways. You hated him…right?

"Got it!" He beamed as he walked towards the bathroom. You waited a while until you heard him open and close the door. You grabbed his clothes and put them into the washer that was across the way. As you loaded the machine you could hear him start to sing in Spanish. You shook your head and started the washer. Loser.

You went to check on the rag, still not frozen. You wanted him out of your place as soon as possible. Maybe you should head out while he’s showering, but that small picture that you never actually intended on trashing, changed your mind. He was bound to snoop some more.

“Y/N,” he whined from the bathroom.

“What?” you sighed loudly.

“My eye is totally black and swollen.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Yours. You punched me.”

“You fucking asked for it.” Yeah, you hated him.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself,” he grumbled.

“Not until I see the damage.” 

“I’m not letting you see.”

“So you’re planning on staying in the bathroom?”

“If I have to.”

“I have milkbread.”

“You do?” His mood quickly changed. 

“Yeah, but if you’re planning on staying in there you’re not getting any.” You lied, you just wanted to see the damage, maybe even take a picture and send it to the guys.

The door of the bathroom swung open and he stepped out. Before he was able to register anything you had snapped a picture.

“Oh come on, what the Hell?”

“I’m going to make this my home screen,” you teased.

“Please don’t.” He reached for your phone but you moved too quickly. But instead of making it your home screen you sent it to the group chat.

“Why did you have to send the pic to them?” Oikawa pouted. He never pouted around you. Was he trying to garner pity? It didn’t matter; you hated him. As he stepped closer you saw just how bad his eye was. You didn’t expect it to bruise that quickly or badly for that matter. A sudden surge of guilt washed over you. Were you really going to put the final nail in the coffin of your old friendship? You absentmindedly reached up to trace the outline of his bruise. He winced in pain but never pulled away.

“I’m sorry, Tooru.” Without thinking he leaned his face against your hand.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean it.” He grabbed onto your hips and pulled you in closer. “Can you ever forgive me?” He brushed his lips against the palm of your hand, his chocolate eyes searching yours for any semblance of forgiveness. Your chest tightened, this was an unfamiliar feeling when it came to him.

“What are you doing, Tooru?” You whispered.

“I’m asking my old friend to let me back into her life.” He reached up and cupped your face before leaning in. “Will you please let me in?”

“Fuck, Tooru,” you couldn’t look him in the eyes, not because of what you did, but because you knew if you did, you’d lose all sense of self control. The overwhelming feeling of panic took hold of your body as the reality of what could happen next settled in. Your chest tightened and goose pimples spread all over your arms as he continued to lean in.

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Yes,” you said with zero hesitation. The kiss wasn’t aggressive or frenzied; it was slow and sweet. His hands moved back to your hips as he pulled you flush against his body. Your kiss only deepened when you felt how hard he was. You pulled away to catch your breath. “Tooru, what are we doing?”

“Burying the hatchet.” He smiled as he brushed his lips against yours.

“I don’t think that’s how people generally do it.” You panted. Your body was on fire and for a brief moment you didn’t even know where you were. You couldn’t begin to put a coherent thought together before a simple stroke from his finger sent your mind into another tailspin. 

“Well, it’s how I do it.” His lips were once more on yours. Before you knew it your fingers were tracing the waistband of the sweats. You felt his abs twitch as you slipped your fingers just beneath the waistband, tickling the soft hairs leading down to his cock. 

“We should probably head to your room.”

“Why? Expecting something?” You teased.

"Not if you don't want to." His sudden tone shift was enough to pull the rug from under you. When did he become such a gentleman? You swallowed the lump in your throat, "I-I want to."

"Where's your room, sweetheart?"

"Down the hall."

"Hold on and don't let go."

"What?" You looked at him in confusion.

"I said hold on." You felt his hands slide down your ass just before lifting you up. You squealed as you wrapped both your arms and legs around him. With little effort, he carried you the whole way to your room, occasionally pressing soft kisses against your neck. 

He nudged the door open with his foot, only opening up enough space for him to slip through. You expected him to drop you onto your bed, but he was just too desperate for that. He pushed you up against the wall, kissing you furiously as you gripped his damp hair. His fingers pressed against your soft ass as he moaned into your mouth. He bucked up against you; he craved the feeling of your wetness around him. His tongue slid along yours and all he could think about was how stupid he was for pushing you as far as he did.

"I'm going to let you down, is that ok, sweetheart?" You nodded as he placed you back down on your feet. He knelt down in front of you and started to undo your pants. You smiled down at him as you raked your fingers through his hair. He slid your pants down your legs, kissing his way down as he did. As he got close to your pussy he inhaled your scent. He looked up at you and bit his lip repeating the question he wanted to ask you in his head.

"Tooru?" 

"Can I…can I taste you?" You tilted your head back not even knowing if you heard him correctly. Of course you did, you wouldn't have been in that position if you didn't. 

"Yes, Tooru." He lifted your leg over his shoulder and pushed your panties aside. It was everything he had imagined and more.

He pressed a soft kiss to your clit before he began to suck on it.

"Shit, Tooru."

"Hm?"

"You're so good." You bit into your lip so hard you could taste blood. His eyes never left you, he watched as you panted and squeezed your eyes shut. Wonder what she's like when I put my fingers inside? And so he did just that. You moaned out his name as you bore down on his long fingers. He didn't even get far before your plush walls were twitching around them. He pushed them deeper inside until you were begging him to just take you to bed.

"Tooru, I know you want this just as much as I do."

"You're right, but why not savor my meal?" Why of all times was his smugness so sexy? Oikawa let your leg slide off his shoulder before standing up. His face was wet with your essence, his lips swollen from the sucking. You couldn't bear it, you needed to taste him. You pulled him towards you and shoved your tongue into his mouth. He leaned into it as your arms tightened around him. You were the one to break the kiss, but it was only to take another breath before you pulled him back in and started to suck on his tongue. 

"Shit,  sweetheart. Thought you wanted to go to bed. If you keep this up I might just cum right here."

"Maybe you should. I promise I'll clean it up for you."

"Fuck what are you doing to me?"

"Forgiving you." Oikawa knew if he didn't take you to the bed soon he'd collapse. He was nothing short of a gentleman as he led you to bed, going as far as holding your hand the whole way there. You were the first one on the bed, joined by him only moments later. He laid down next to you and stroked your hair gently before straddling you. He traced your lips with his thumb as he started to lean in for another kiss. For the first time in a long time you didn’t feel seething anger towards him. For the first time in a long time you felt something gentler and more affectionate. Was it just that easy to forgive all his indiscretions? Was he really that charming that despite the distance you put between each other and the vitriol exchanged, you were so easily swayed into forgiving him as if nothing had ever happened? You hated him. You could still hate him despite forgiving him, right?  

You reached up tracing the planes of his chest. His breath hitched as you traced small circles over his nipple. He caught you licking your lips, but he knew better than to call you out on it. This was definitely not what either of you were expecting when Oikawa apologized.

"Can I see yours?" He asked as he gently squeezed your tits through your shirt. You nodded and made quick work of removing both it and your bra. Oikawa bit his lip when he finally saw you lying mostly naked on your bed. He toyed with the waistband of your panties until you finally said something. 

"Can I see it?" You slid your fingers down his chest and rested them on the bulge beneath the sweats. Even with the pants he could feel the heat of your hand. Man did he ever want your hands around his shaft.

"Of course, sweetheart." He smiled as he removed the grey pants with as little movement as possible. His heavy cock rested against your stomach as he leaned in to kiss your neck. Your body was set ablaze by the small bites he started to place on your neck.

"You know I still hate you, Tooru."

"Mhm" he hummed in response knowing you'd never let him this far if you truly did. But if it made you feel better he wasn't going to tell you otherwise. He also planned on never telling you that he had feelings for you before Makki started to date you. He felt guilty for looking at you the way he did. He figured it would be best if you just hated him. That it was the only way to get you out of his life. His plan clearly backfired, but in the best way ever. 

He moaned against your neck as you gently wrapped your fingers around his cock. He sucked on your neck harder as you tightened your grip and pumped faster. He wanted to be inside you so badly. He grunted as he thrust into your hand, he was about ready to cum all over you. 

"Condoms?" He looked into your lust blown eyes waiting for a response that came almost too slow. 

"Top drawer over there." You motioned to your bedside table, grumbling as he moved out of your grip. As he rummaged through your drawer he noticed another picture of him when you were still friends. A picture of you both in an embrace. He smiled to himself wondering how many times Makki had to come face to face with that picture when grabbing condoms. Almost as if it was Oikawa’s own little win against his friend. 

He pulled out a few condoms and you laughed. "How many do you honestly think we're gonna go through, asshole?"

"As many as we need." You rolled your eyes as you shimmied out of your panties, something he wanted to have the honor of doing. He watched you as you brought your fingers down to your slick. His cock twitched in response. Oh how desperate he was for this moment. He wanted you so badly that he was willing to push you away. Only Oikawa Tooru could be that stupid. 

"Can you put it on for me?"

"Have you gone that long since getting your dick wet?" You teased. 

"No, it's just I want to feel your hand again." He couldn't believe he'd let that slip, but at least he wasn't the only one blushing. He handed you the condom and watched as you opened the wrapper. He sat back down on you, his weight was comforting and even if you didn't do anything, you'd love nothing more than to snuggle with him. But you hated him. Absolutely despised the man whose cock you were now rolling the condom over. 

"There. Are you happy now?"

"Not until I'm inside you." You looked away. How was he so disarming? There was no way in Hell that you'd ever let him know just how weak he made you at that moment. 

He moved off of you only to spread your legs open. He smiled as he ran his finger along your slit, stopping at your swollen clit. He gently rubbed it with the pad of his thumb until you were lifting your hips. 

He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders and lined himself up with your wet cunt. 

"So wet for me already."

"Shut up, asshole." But he only smiled as he pushed himself past your folds. He pushed down against your chest as he buried himself as deep as he could go. Fuck you felt so good. No wonder Makki still liked fucking you; his stomach churned at that thought. He only hoped that he'd be the only one you summoned to your bed from now on. 

He leaned in closer, pressing your legs to your chest and crashed his lips against yours as he fucked you into the mattress. 

"Tooru, fuck you're amazing."

"Of course I am."

"I swear to God now's not the…" your back bowed off the mattress as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. You screamed out his name as your nails bit into his back. 

"Fuck, baby you're so tight." He sucked on your neck as he pounded into you. If you left his eye bruised it was only fair that he left your skin just as bruised.

"Tooru, don't leave marks."

"Hm," he furrowed his brow as he traced the marks he had left. "Too late for that, sweetheart."

"I'm going to kill you."

"Are you though?" He smirked as he returned back to your neck. You fisted his hair only keeping him in place. If you truly didn't want him leaving marks you sure were going about it the wrong way. 

"Fuck, 't's so good. Harder, Tooru. Please."

"Better than Makki?" He couldn't resist. 

"Why do you have to be such an ass, Oikawa?"

Shit. He pushed you too far. It was shit like that that turned you against him in the first place. His constant need to one up his own friends, especially Makki.

"Sorry, force of habit." He stilled himself and caressed your cheek. "If you want me to stop, I will."

"Stop being an ass or stop fucking me?"

"Being an ass, fucking you. Both?" You looked up at him with such a sad look that he began to pull away, but you held him close.

"Just stop being an ass." You pulled him in for a kiss, one he gladly returned. He was willing to make that sacrifice if it meant he’d get to be with you. He hummed into your mouth as you brushed your tongue along his. 

He started moving his hips again, this time he wasn't as brutal, although it's not like you were complaining. He never broke the kiss as his cock pushed in deeper. Your plush walls squeezed around him as the coil in your belly snapped. Fuck, you hated him so damn much. Hated him for being so good, hated him for making you squirt all over your sheets and especially hated him for making his way back into your life.

He gave you a series of small pecks on your lips before he slowly pulled out. "Shit, it really has been a while.” He looked at the condom before rolling it off. “You got a trash can in here?"

“Do you seriously want to throw that away in my room?”

“Bathroom it is.” He tied off the condom and started to get up when you grabbed his arm. “Um,” you looked away as soon as his eyes met yours, “Stay.”

Tooru let out a laugh. “Y/N, how do you expect me to get rid of this if I stay here? Besides, you won’t even let me throw it out in your trash in the room.” He was right and you hated that he was. What you hated more was that you just wanted to sleep in his arms; wanted to trace small circles onto his biceps as he pulled you closer while he slept.

“How about I grab you some snacks and water on my way back?” He leaned back down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“I guess,” you looked away again.

“You’re so beautiful, you know.” He chuckled as he saw your face redden. “Aw, are you blushing, sweetheart?”

“Why do you have to ruin the moment, Tooru?”

“Because I like you.” His nonchalant confession went by unnoticed and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt. He had this foolish idea that once he finally confessed that you’d forget all your troubles and fling yourself at him. He wasn’t in high school anymore or in a shoujo manga for that matter.

"Hurry up and grab the snacks, dumbass.” You pushed him off the bed.

As Oikawa walked into the bathroom he couldn’t help but look at his bruise one more time. He’d be upset if it didn’t end up the way it did. He did deserve it though. Hell, he didn’t deserve your forgiveness, but you always tended to immediately regret it when you lashed out on people. Would you regret sleeping with him too? Was this all a lapse in judgement for you? Even if it was for you, it wasn’t for him.

He grabbed a glass and filled it with water. He began to open all your cabinets in search of snacks. He was far from quiet about it too. You groaned and slipped out of bed, slipping on a robe before meeting up with him in the kitchen.

“I keep the snacks here,” you opened up the pantry and smiled as his eyes lit up. “You do have milkbread. Why?”

“I developed a taste for it after a certain someone kept sharing his with me.”

“Hm, he must’ve really liked you if he was willing to share his precious milkbread with you.” He grabbed it and handed it over to you as he searched for more snacks to take back to the bedroom. He was really adorable when he was excited. 

“You wanna head back to the room?” Oikawa smiled, arms full of snacks that neither of you would finish.

“We, uh, we already made a mess on the bed. How about we just head to the living room instead? And maybe you should,” you gave him the once over, “you know, get dressed.”

“Oh, yeah” You took the pile of snacks from him as he made his way back to the bedroom.

"Hey, the load is finished. Do you want me to take out the clothes and hang them?"

“Just leave it, Tooru.”

“But what if they get moldy?”

“Another hour won’t matter.” Oikawa grumbled defiantly as he walked back to your room to grab the sweats.

“Allergic to shirts, Tooru?”

“Are you complaining?” He sat down next to you.

“You’ll get cold, is all.”

“Uh huh. Maybe you can help warm me up again.” He tugged on the tie of the robe, smiling mischievously as it started to come undone. He licked his lips as he looked at all the marks he had left on your smooth skin. You’d kill him for sure, but it would be worth it.

"Eat first,” you shoved a roll of milkbread in his face hoping he didn’t notice how flustered you were getting.

You spent the better part of an hour listening to him apologize and recalling all your fond memories. The more he talked the more your chest tightened. What was happening? The last time you had felt that way was before… “Makki,” you snapped out of the daze you had just been in. “What about Makki?” You looked up at him nervously as if he had been made privy to what you had just been thinking about.

“Don’t be pissed at him. He gave me your address, but he also made me come here to apologize. I mean they both did. So you know, when we get married we have to thank them.” His cheshire cat grin was not helping the crisis that you were having at that moment. 

“I think we should watch some TV,” you quickly grabbed the remote and struggled with it until Oikawa was kind enough to do it for you.

The both of you watched TV joking around every now and then until Oikawa felt something on his shoulder. He looked over and you had ended up falling asleep on him. He turned to grab the blanket that rested on the back of the couch and wrapped you up in it before he pressed a kiss to your head and whispered, "Do you still hate me, sweetheart?"

You did; at one point. Pure unadulterated hate for the smug pro volleyball player that used to be your friend. Now, well now it was safe to say you liked him; maybe even more than that. "Mm, like you," was all you managed to mumble as you snuggled closer to him.

"Me too, sweetheart."

                                                         *** 

"Oikawa Tooru! What the fuck did you do to my neck?!" You furrowed your brows as you looked at your reflection. "I don't have anything to cover this up."

"Why bother covering it up?" Oikawa peered into the bathroom smiling as he looked at your expression. 

"What am I supposed to tell the guys when they ask about this?" Oikawa came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He looked at your reflection once more before he started to kiss your neck. 

"Tell them you had the best sex of your life."

"Hm, debatable," You laughed at his adorable pout.

"I thought you liked me." You looked at his reflection for a bit longer before you admitted defeat. You held his arms that were wrapped around your waist and sighed contently. "Don’t remind me."