#Or some random girl I’m too awkward to get to know closer

[bloodredfantasy]

The problem with loving someone is how much I want to tear them apart and feast on their flesh and fuck their body when im done having emotions about them

[melancholyhigh]

CRUSH CULTURE.

ft. college au!leon x reader

synopsis. you fuck up at being leon’s wingman, ruining his chances of getting a valentine’s day fuck. he’s frustrated and takes his anger out on you.

tags. 2.8k words. smut. mean!leon, lowk angsty, reader is kinda pathetic, angry fuck, dry humping, cunnilingus, dom!leon, rough sex, unprotected p in v, degradation, name calling (bitch, whore etc.), happy ending (?).

note. i’m sorry for being so inactive and rarely being online. school sucks so bad. i hope you guys can accept this as a formal apology. (let’s ignore that this is 2 days late.)

masterlist. reblogs & comments are highly welcomed :3

You aren’t the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day. You're sick of seeing everyone fall in love, watching lovers exchange cheesy gifts and bashful smiles. You’re sick of people pretending they love each other more than they actually do. No, you’re sick of being left out.

You were a hopeless romantic, chasing love only for it to fall flat. You were obsessed with finding your other half, the person who would cherish you as much as you treasured them. You didn’t know if you loved love or just the idea of it, but it wouldn’t matter.

You’re only hopeless as you help the man you liked hook up with someone at a shitty college party.

It’s pathetic, truly, chatting up some sorority girls and putting a good name out for Leon while he stood beside you. You didn’t get why he couldn’t do it himself. He was handsome, albeit a bit awkward, but so were you. It’s why you two got along anyway. Leon was watching as you tried to get the drunk girl’s attention on him. Throughout the night, your wingman skills had only failed. They either did not pay attention to you or paid too much attention to you.

You were sick of it. You would have preferred staying in your dorm room and rewatching one of your favourite rom-coms. But you were only a fool, trying to help your friend out. It hurt more being there with him as he lamely tried to pick up girls in front of you. You didn’t know what was more pathetic, his terrible jokes or the state you were, absolutely heartbroken that he wouldn’t give you the time of day he’d give to random girls.

Maybe it’s faith’s cruel way of commentating on your desire for love by making you play cupid for the only person you seem to care about more than yourself.

You and Leon had something special, or you had hoped so. You met in your first year of college. You were both fucking awkward that you had to initiate the first conversation. Majoring in similar subjects, you both had gotten along well. You would even say you were best friends, but you knew deep down you always wanted more.

Ever since you first met, you found him enthralling. It only got worse as you got closer. Learning more about him seemed to solidify your pining for him. You were the only person he talked to, and vice versa. You confided in each other, maybe more than what close friends should, so it was only inevitable that he would share with you that he wanted to lose his virginity.

You had looked at him perplexed. Leon was pretty attractive, and maybe you were biased, but how had no one fucked him? You’ve seen the way girls look at him, blushing when he even glances at them for a second.

That is when Leon told you he planned on trying to hook up with some girl at the party, and he wanted your help because he knew he would fuck up somehow. You had humoured him. Nothing more romantic than taking a random girl home on Valentine’s Day and fucking her brains out.

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“It’s not that serious, Leon,” you groaned for the umpteenth time. You were both walking back to his apartment after unsuccessfully trying to hook him up with some sorority girl. He was grumbling behind you, pissed and sexually frustrated.

“It was your fault.” You roll your eyes at his statement. When you reach the door of his flat, you observe as he clumsily takes his keys out, trying to open the door. He finally manages to open the door, and you enter, taking your shoes off before settling on his couch.

You watch him beyond amused at his predicament as he paces back and forth in front of you.

“Why did you have to mention that? They were so into me before you fucked it up,” he huffs, stilling his movement to glare at you.

“C’mon, Leon. I’m sure they couldn’t give a fuck that you’re a nerd,” you said, repeating the same word you had let slip when you were praising your beloved best friend. You peered back up at him, acting casual as if his icy gaze didn’t have your heart beating wildly against your chest. You rarely saw him angry, and when he was, he never directed it to you.

“You ruined my chances at finally getting laid. I don’t know how to talk to these girls. You’re the only person I have.” He’s frustrated with you for fucking up whatever chance he finally had at popping his cherry. Even though logically it’s not your fault nor your duty to get his dick wet, he didn’t want to take responsibility right now.

“I think you’re overreacting,” you sighed, standing up and moving towards him. You try to put a comforting hand on Leon’s shoulder, and he shrugs your touch off him. You don’t take it to heart. He’s a few inches taller than you, head slightly tilted as he looks down at you.

“Yeah? Well, now I have no one to fuck tonight.”

“I can change that,” you quip, and you instantly freeze at your own statement. You part your lips lightly in shock as you observe Leon’s reaction. It was a freudian slip, and it seemed to be happening more often than you’d like.

He continues looking down at you with furrowed brows as he tries to comprehend what you said. He thinks this might affect your friendship if you even mean what you said. He was horny, being teased all night by pretty girls in skimpy dresses, only to be denied, fucking furious too.

“Really?” He responds, somehow stepping closer to you. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and you try to back up, only to be pushed against the wall by him. His stare is still cold, piercing through you. He’s still pissed at you.

“Are you still mad?” You mumbled, your back flat against the wall of his living room. You knew the answer. You just wanted him to say it. Maybe you found his mean side more attractive than you’d like to admit. It was so rare to see him like this — a usually composed man so broken.

“Yes, I’m still fucking angry. Do you want me or not?” He seethes. You squeeze your thighs together at the tone he uses. You were so pathetic, getting wet at him berating you, but any attention was good attention.

He notices your reaction, grinning to himself. “You backing down?”

You shake your head no in response.

“Beg for it then. Beg for me to fuck you. That’s what you want, right?” He says, mocking you. It’s as if he knows how deep your desire burns for him, how badly you’d do anything for him if it meant he noticed you. His hands grasp your face, his fingers squishing your cheeks together as he forces your head back against the wall so you look up at him.

“Please, Leon. Fuck me. ‘M all yours.” You plead through pursed lips. Your eyes are glossy, and he’s laughing at your desperate nature. He would have never expected his best friend to be a whiny mess within his grasp.

He lets go of your face before leaning down, capturing your lips into his for a needy kiss. Your eyes flutter shut, and a surprised gasp escapes you. Teeth clashing, you’re whimpering desperately against his lips as you entangle your fingers into his soft golden locks. His hands trail down to your hips, gripping them as he moves his body against yours.

You let out a soft moan, and he pulled apart from the passionate kiss. Both your lips are swollen and covered with your shared saliva. He continues to grope your body eagerly as he pushes you further into the wall. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear you.”

Biting your lip, you try not to let any moans slip free while he toys with your sensitive body through your clothes. He hooks one of your legs over his hip while he explores your body. He grinds his hardening cock against your crotch, and the action does little to quell the ache inside you.

Your back arches off the wall, your head tipping back as you try to buck your hips to his. Digging your nails into his shirt, he hisses slightly, but your movements don’t get past him.

“So fucking desperate,” he moans loudly.

He continues to rock his clothed erection against your cunt. The rough fabric of your pants provides enough friction through your damp underwear to your clit. Your hand clamps around your mouth shut, suppressing your whines as you near your climax.

Leon’s eyes close while he groans lowly at the pleasure coursing through him as he ruts against you. He wants so badly to feel your dripping cunt against his throbbing length. Just as you’re about to finish, he pulls away, panting, and the feeling in your core dissipates.

“I want to fuck you properly.” You’re unsure if he knew what he had just done, but with the smug look he’s giving you, you’re positive it’s on purpose.

You push yourself off the wall of his living room, and with trembling legs, you follow him to his bedroom. You were familiar with the area and used to the messy appearance while you two were either doing work or binging shows. But it’s different now, he’s going to fuck you dumb in it.

You both begin to rid yourself of your clothes once you’re inside. You’re fully nude, lying flat on Leon’s mattress, and your skin feels tacky with sweat as it clings to his soft sheets. Leon is only in his boxers, precum staining the fabric, as his strong palms spread your bent legs apart to admire your bare pussy.

You realise that this is most likely his first time seeing one other than in porn videos he jerks himself off to. He marvels at how wet you are, your folds glistening with your slick. Leaning down, he buries his face between your thighs, lapping at you.

His tongue teases your entrance before slowly moving to your clit. He alternates between sucking on your sensitive nub and lapping at it slowly. He looks like he’s concentrated as he focuses on pleasing your cunt, his brows furrowed and his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs.

You can’t help the moans and sighs that slip past your lips while he eats you out. The pleasure is nearly dizzying as you grip the sheets. Your hips are bucking against his tongue, and Leon groans as you use his face. He’s not so subtly grinding against the sheets, his cock painfully hard as he fails to relieve the sensation.

Tentatively, he slurps at you, drinking in your essence. The wet, sloppy noises your cunt makes are embarrassing, but he’s obsessed with it and your taste. It’s addictive. He sucks at your clit roughly, adoring the reaction you give him. Your tummy clenches as he pays attention to your throbbing bud. Your sounds are getting more frequent as your orgasm quickly approaches you.

When you finally come undone, your thighs are quivering around his head as he revels in your release. He parts from your cunt, his lips coated in your cum like lip gloss as he licks them clean. Trying to collect yourself, your chest heaves as you pant heavily.

Leon slips his boxers down, revealing his hard-on. His cock was flushed red and dripping with precum as he stroked it. It was average in length but quite thick and prettier than you had imagined. But you shouldn’t act surprised.

You let out a whimper when he slid the tip of his cock through your folds stained with your cum and his saliva. Your pussy was overstimulated, spasming as he teased your entrance with his head.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he groans, gripping your hip to steady himself. The heat of your cunt was welcoming as it tried to suck him inside you. His tip touches your overly sensitive clit. He was quickly losing his composure, desperate to fuck you open.

You both moan simultaneously when he fully enters his length inside of you. Your walls were sucking his cock deeping into you, filling you up to the brim with nothing but him.

You had not imagined your first time with Leon like this. You daydreamed of him taking you out on a cute date before undressing you and then fucking you slowly on a bed littered with rose petals. You did not anticipate that he’d split you open on his cock as a last resort taking his sexual frustration out on you. You can’t complain with how good he’s fucking you, even if it’s out of spite.

He begins thrusting his cock in and out of tight pussy, groaning. You feel each ridge and vein of his cock as he fucks the shape into you. You sometimes forget how well-built he is, usually concealed by his clothes, sweat dripping down his muscular frame.

“Your cock feels so fuckin’ good, Leon,” you gasped out loud, your nails digging into his biceps as he stretched you out of his fat cock.

“This was your plan, huh? You wanted me to fuck you, whore.” He says as he punctuates each word with a thrust.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the tip of his cock presses against you deliciously. You did want him all to yourself, but you wouldn’t go as far as to sabotage him. You’re unable to answer him, too drunk on his cock bullying into that one spot inside of you.

“Answer me, bitch.” He huffs, gripping your jaw and positioning your face to his. He looks into your eyes only to note how they can barely stay open. His hips stutter at your fucked out expression. He was so fucking close, his abs flexing, only holding out so you can cum first.

“Y- Yeah, Leon. Want to you all for myself,” you stammer incoherently, tears collecting at your waterline as he pounds into your oversensitive cunt. Your walls grip around his cock sporadically as you near your climax.

“You like me too, then?” he mocks through clenched teeth. Your pussy hugs him tightly, and he thinks he might never want to leave your warm embrace.

“I’m so close,” you cry out, your body squirming in his hold. Your peak was rapidly approaching as he continued his assault on your pussy.

“Answer the question then you can come,” he whines, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, leaving marks as he nears his peak.

“Mhm! Yes, I’ve always fucking liked you, Leon.” You cried out, eager to expose all your secrets to him if it meant you came. As you climax, your pussy milks Leon’s cock as it gushes around him.

“Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Leon moans, his voice breathy as his orgasm crashes after yours. He doesn’t know if it’s the weight of your confession or the whimpers that escape your throat that send butterflies in him as he spills into you. He kisses you one last time, moaning into you as he rides his high.

Pulling out, he collapses right next to you. You’re both panting, covered in cum and sweat. A wave of exhaustion overcomes you, and you hope he doesn’t bring up what you said amidst fucking. You’re content pretending it didn’t happen if it meant you wouldn’t get to face your fears.

“Thank you for uh,” Leon trails off, and it's like a switch flipped. He’s bashful at mentioning that he had just lost his virginity as if he wasn’t calling you a whore a few minutes ago. Turning to his side, you come nearly face-to-face with him once again.

“Mhm, you’re welcome, I think.” You’re still unsure how you feel about the situation. Finally, you had fucked him, but what significance did it hold to him? Your eyes flutter shut, sleep finally overcoming your wrecked body. You expected the same would happen to Leon, but you were wrong. Leon was in deep thought.

Leon calls your name, cutting your sleep short. You snap your eyes open, sitting up, you await his question with your arms crossed. He looked uneasy, but you’re too drained to question why.

“Did you mean what you said? That you liked me.” His voice is quiet as he gazes at your form.

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled in response. What was even the point of lying anymore? His cum was dripping between your thighs. What is the worst he can do? You think you can already guess his response. Guilt was eating at you. He wouldn’t be in this position if you did what he wanted. You added, “Sorry for fucking up your night.”

It’s quiet, and you’re nervously trying to gauge his reaction until he breaks the silence.

“I think I found someone better,” he responds. You laugh at the mere absurdity of the entire situation.

“It took fucking me to find that out?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

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➶ The Bet | Kate Bishop ➴

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: Being known as the quiet and reserved student, you mind your own business and stay out of people’s way.

Kate Bishop is the exact opposite. Outgoing, bubbly, and loud, she’s the definition of a popular girl, so it comes as a surprise when she asks you out on a random Thursday afternoon.

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“Hey!”

An unfamiliar voice next to me makes me flinch before looking up from my notebook.

Standing right there, with sparkling eyes and a dopey grin on her face is Kate Bishop.

“Uh. . . Hi.” I cringe at my own awkwardness and look around to make sure no one is watching us.

What could Kate Bishop–popular, quirky, beloved-by-all Kate Bishop–possibly want from me? A nobody with only one friend and a knack for origami.

Seemingly unbothered by my hesitation, Kate plops down in the chair across the table. She smiles and puts her bag down, but she doesn’t take off her coat.

“Can I help you?” I ask politely, pulling my study material closer to my side of the table.

“Yes, actually.” She smirks and whispers conspiratorially, “You’re the only one who can help me.”

My eyebrows shoot up and I lean back in my chair. “Excuse me?”

Mistaking my surprise for offense, Kate’s eyes widen and she backtracks immediately. “No, wait—! That came out wrong.”

I cross my arms over my chest and bite the inside of my cheek to hide my growing smile.

We share some classes and have been in a couple of group projects before, but other than that we’ve never interacted. Have I noticed she’s cute? Yes. Is she charming? Definitely. Do I have a crush on her? Totally! No, absolutely not, but the way she’s all flustered and stumbling over her words at the moment is pretty endearing.

“I- I-“ she stutters and fidgets with her fingers, her cool and carefree demeanor replaced by nervousness. “Wow, this is not how I— You know what? I’m just going to go. . . Yep!”

She goes to stand up, red-faced and embarrassed, but I stop her. “No, hey. It’s okay. . . What do you want?”

“I—“ Blue eyes filled with uncertainty dart over my face. “I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“Yeah? And what’s that?” I ask, no longer hiding my smile.

Kate sighs and smiles tentatively as well. She takes another moment to gather her thoughts before saying, “As you may or may not know, we share a couple of classes and—“

I snort in amusement. “Yeah, I know”

“Right, and— Well, I kind of. . . like you—“

My eyes widen and heat crawls up the back of my neck. That is the last thing I ever expected to come out of her mouth, but here we are, I guess.

Kate is too busy fidgeting with her fingers to notice my delighted surprise and goes on talking.

“—but until now I’ve been too scared to talk to you, never mind ask you out and— Oh God, I’m rambling again. . .”

My smile softens and a warm tingling feeling settles into the pit of my stomach.

“Anyway.” She huffs and meets my gaze hesitantly. “I was wondering if you’d ever consider doing something with me. Well, not doing—“

“Kate.” I chuckle, interrupting her before she starts rambling again.

“Yeah?” She bites her bottom lip and furrows her eyebrows.

“Are you trying to ask me out?” She goes to say something, but I beat her to it. “Because if you are. . . my answer is yes.“

Her eyes widen and her jaw slackens. “Really?”

I smile sheepishly and scratch the back of my neck. “Really. I. . . kind of like you, too.”

Kate laughs in relief and jumps to her feet. “It’s settled then.” Her grin is so bright it’s almost blinding. “You and I are going on a date. How about tomorrow? After class? We could go to this cute coffee shop around the corner.”

Giddiness surges through me and I can’t help but nod eagerly. It’s been ages since I’ve been on a date, not only because my ex broke my heart a year ago and it’s taken me this long to get over it, but also because I’ve been too scared to get hurt again.

With Kate though, I’m not scared. She seems sweet and sincere, and I can’t wait to see where things go between us.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she says, grinning as she slings her bag over her shoulder.

“Yeah, see you.” I wave awkwardly and watch her leave the library with a dazed smile.

“So, you’re telling me you saw someone getting attacked by a crow in a park, and you did nothing?.” Kate laughs and I chuckle softly, taking another sip of my coffee.

“Well, yeah?! I didn’t want to be its next victim! Besides, that lady was fine once the crow left her alone.“ I try to reason, having just told Kate of the time I came across a crow attacking a woman during my run through a nearby park.

“I get that, but. . .you could have at least called for help!” She laughs even more incredulously and nudges me playfully.

“You expect me to call the cops on a crow?” I nudge her back.

“Well, no. . .” She smiles sheepishly and takes a sip of her own coffee.

I snort playfully. “Exactly.”

The cafe is quite busy, but Kate and I managed to secure a spot on the couch in the corner by the front window. It allows for the perfect view of the cafe’s interior and the street outside where people are rushing by wrapped in scarves and hats to ward off the autumn breeze.

“Hey, uh— I got you something,” I say after a moment of comfortable silence.

Kate sets down her coffee and sinks back into the couch with raised eyebrows. “Yeah?”

I nod and quickly look away to hide the redness creeping into my cheeks. I grab my bag from the floor and open it, rummaging around in it until I find what I’m looking for.

Either she’s going to like it, or she’ll hate it and think I’m a total nerd. . .

I swallow harshly and square my shoulders before holding out my hand. Sitting on my palm is a small origami rose head that I folded in class earlier.

I wasn’t actually planning on giving it to her, but then I thought Why not?

Eyebrows furrowing, Kate glances at me before taking it and inspecting it carefully.

She doesn’t say anything at first and I get the horrible impression that I shouldn’t have given it to her after all, but then she looks back up and asks, “You made this?”

I nod and bury my hands in my lap, trying to ignore the way my palm still tingles where her fingers brushed against it.

Adoration flickers over Kate’s face, and for a moment I’m filled with relief, but then something like regret shines in her eyes.

I frown and go to take back the rose, but Kate closes her hand around it and holds it against her chest.

“You know. . . all my life the people I love have always bought me everything I could ever dream of. A new car, a new bow, an apartment—everything.“

She meets my eyes and smiles sadly, her next words making my heart hurt for her. “But none of them ever put the thought and effort into giving me something that actually matters. Something that actually means something. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for everything I have, but. . . You made this for me and I—“

I frown at the way her voice falters. “It’s nothing, Kate. It’s just a piece of paper that I—“

“No.” Her hand on my knee makes my brain short circuit for a second. “It’s not. Not to me, at least.”

I look at her, seeing the emotional turmoil in her eyes and smile shyly. “Okay. . . If you say so. I’m glad you like it.”

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This will probably be a three-parter. Hope you guys liked it! :)

[stawberrypimpsimp]

Alastor x Reader: The Radio Demon Enjoys a Treat

Word Count: 2,321

You were sick of working for Valentino. He was an asshole, a terrible demon. He has you working non stop but at least you aren't his favorite toy like Angel. You didn't have it as rough as him, he had it bad, but you two formed a quick bond. The mutual hate and restraints Valentino had brought you closer. Angel was able to escape Vals grasp just a bit. He moved out to a hotel, called the Happy Hotel, he said. You envied him. How you wish to escape the clutches of that monster.

Angle cared for you deeply. You wanted to ask him if there was room for you in this hotel. If you could have the temporary escape he gets. You decided to meet up with him at Consent, a sex club.

“Hey there sweet tits!” Said Angle walking up to you at the bar.

“Angle! How’s being a dick sucking slave going for you?” You said laughing

”Oh its great.. Vals got me doing gang bangs back to back. Fuck Im tired!!” Angle said, waving the bartender over for a drink.

“Two twink cosmos”

Next thing you know your 8 shots in and grinding on some random ass sinner. You forgot to talk to Angle about the hotel, to drunk to even remember what the night was about. Out of the corner of your eye you see Val. What the absolute fuck?! Can’t I get away from this sex fiend pimp. You dance your way over to Angel nudging him and slyly pointing out towards Val.

”Ugh.. I don't want to deal with this right now.. Let’s fucking go.” Angel says

You nod in agreement following his lead out, luckily you both sneak past without being seen.

“See ya tomorrow Angel!” You say walking away waving you hand and stumbling into a pole.

”Look youre way too drunk to get home and I'm pretty drunk as well. The hotel is right around the corner. You can stay the night there! I mean Charlie would be happy to meet ya.” Angel says grabbing your hand.

“Thanks Angel I owe ya one.” You say stumbling along his side.

He wasn’t nearly as drunk as you but hey at least you were able to let go for a bit and enjoy yourself.

You both walked up to the hotel, and oh boy was it a bad stay. Extremely disheveled and musty. Angel opened the doors for you and you both walked in. Inside wasn’t as bad as outside you guess but absolutely not what you were expecting when Angel talked about residing in a hotel.

A blonde girl in a red suit comes up to you grabbing your hand and shaking it profusely.

“Hello! My name is Charlie, welcome to the Happy Hotel!” She gets all sentimental and teary all of a sudden. “Angel, I can't believe you brought someone here!”

She was loud, a lot to take in but hey it helped you sober the fuck up but obviously still head ache inducing.

“Uhhhh Hello?” You said with confusion.

“Okay Okay let me show you around! Here we work on rehabilitation and bettering yourself. Let me Introduce you to everyone!!” Charlie said, overly excited.

”Okay sooo you already know Angel! So that introduction is off the list.. Hmm.. OH OH THIS THIS RIGHT HERE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN ALL OF HELL! VAGGIE! She is my girlfriend and here to help” The blonde demon said with pure excitement and love. She grabbed the hands of a girl with gray skin and hair that resembles moth wings.

”Hi.. Uh yes I’m Vaggie nice to meet you.” She says with an awkward smile.

Once Charlie stops looking and admiring Vaggie for a little longer she takes my hand dragging me over to what you can describe as a bar. It most certainly does not fit in with the color and decor of the place but you kept you mouth closed.

“This is Husker he is the bartender! He comes off all grumbly and grumpy but I swear he has a soft spot!!”

Husk who appears to be a cat like creature with a theme of playing cards to him. He looks up from the glass he is pouring then looks back down grumbling to himself. Oh well guess grumbly was the perfect word to describe him.

“Hello…?” You say hesitantly. He only gives you a look up again and a nod taking a swig of the glass of booze he just poured.

You look over and see a small little creature running with a knife stabbing bugs. You cant take your eyes off her as she takes the knife and impales a bug. Ew but at least keeping the place.. clean..?

”That over there is Nifty. She is the maid and in charge of keeping the place tip top shape.” Charlie says smiling avoiding watching her stab a few more bugs.

”Do you know any bad boys? You're just a girl.” The short girl said, wide eyed in excitement.

“Sadly yeah, work with a whole bunch of them but thats a topic for another time..” You say looking down trailing off your sentence.

Thankfully that stopped the conversation between you and her and she went back to stabbing bugs. Out of nowhere a black shadow witha green smile appears next to you forming into the shape of a demon. A handsome one at that. Tall and lanky in a striped red suit, a cane resembling a microphone right at his side.

“Well hello dear, I am Alastor the host of the hotel, an absolute pleasure to meet you!.” The demon says charmingly with a grin so wide it almost reaches his eyes, but his voice was off. It sounded like his voice was being broadcasted over a radio.

“Oh, hello?” You say a bit nervously as this man just came out of nowhere.

He grabs your hand bending down giving it a soft kiss. Everyone stopped and looked mouth open and shocked.

”What the fuck freaky face?! You ain’t never done that before.” Said Angel with a surprised look and then a laugh.

Charlie clasped her hands together and gave a long aweeee. You had no idea what was going on why everyone was acting so weird.

“Heh?” You say loudly looking confused and into Alastor glowing red eyes as you try to study what the schlock is about over him.

”Well I've never seen him be so… so gentle?” Charlie said still in awe with hearts in her eyes.

“Charlie my dear, I am simply just being a good host!” Alastor says keeping his smile wide and letting out a chuckle.

“Suuuureeeeee…!” Charlie says teasingly as if she could convince Alastor that she believed him.

“Now let me show our new guest around the hotel. Shall we?” He says in his static voice putting his arm out for you to hold onto.

You look at Angel and he gives you a wink and big grin. Looking at Alastors arm you grab it and begin to walk with him. Using his other hand holding his cane he starts to point out where everything is giving you a tour.

“..and hear darling we have my room!” Alastor says with a smirk.

You feel your face go a bit red. Why is he showing me HIS room?! You deal with horny men all day but this demon is getting you flustered. He opens the door letting you walk in first. There was a dark forest at the hall way point leading to who knows how far. Although it was beautiful. You stand here admiring it till you feel something behind you.

Alastor has his hand on your waist the other on your thigh. Slowly he slides his hand to your upper thigh, leaning into the crook of your neck.

”Well yes it's quite true I put everyone in awe over my affection, but I just simply couldn't stop myself. You are quite a cat my dear. Let me show you how a lady like you should be treated.” Alastor said with his radio voice but in a cooing tone.

Your face goes absolutely red. Shivers go up your spine all the way to the tip of your head. You could melt in his arms with how gently he is touching you. Shaking your head slowly you give a soft nod not even able to get out a word.

He glides his hand up your thigh to your crotch, he takes his hand and slowly starts rubbing it back and forth applying just enough pressure to have a decent amount of friction. The hand on your waist turns into him gliding his finger tips up your stomach making you do a soft gasp. He then reaches your chest and cups your breast. He slowly massages it in the same pace that his hand is going at. His face now buried in your neck kissing it softly. Then you feel a sharp pain letting out a small yelp. He lifts up his head slightly and whispers in your ear with a low radio tone.

”My apologies dear, I couldn’t help myself with how tender your skin is.”

He goes back to your neck licking it softly tending to the wound he left you. You didnt mind, it felt good and exciting. He moved his hand now to the rim of your pants.

“May I show you a good time darling?” He says in a static coo well running his fingers around the rim of your pants playing with them.

You give a simple nod. How does he have you in his clutches so easily? He takes his hand and slips it in your pants.

“Oh my, look how soaked you’ve become.”

He takes his hand and begins to feel your pussy. Running his fingers around your lips then pressing a finger on your slit going up and down slowly well his thumb rubs your clit.

God damn what the hell. You could hardly think, just focusing on all the sensations Alastor is causing you to feel. Your body entranced by the places he’s touching.

“Bed..?” Is all you managed to get out with a moan. You've been holding the moans in your throat as if they were trapped and couldn’t escape but that wasn’t because you weren’t feeling good it was because you were feeling so good. He raises his head to your ear once again.

”As you please my dear.” He says in a deep tone that broadcasted through your ears.

He removes his hands and swoops you off your feet. Holding you in his arms bridal style then setting you gently on his bed. You keep your eye on him, staring into his deep glowing stare.

“Let’s get these off of you shall we?” He says witch a chuckle.

Taking his finger he rips the seem of your pants making them fall off, now on to your panties. You look at him with lust as he returns the same look.

“Now be quite we dont want the other curious of the noise my sweet doe.” He says in his charming radio voice.

He gets on his knees and sets your legs on his shoulders. Alastor begins to kiss your inner thighs. Softly sucking on your skin then gliding his tongue up a bit to the next piece of flesh he is going to tend to. Unspoiled another sharp pain is felt. You knew what it was of course, but oh did it feel good. Between the bites, kisses, and licks he makes his wary up to your pussy. Extremely wet all ready for him to dine on. He wrapped his arms around your thighs digging his hands into them and leans his face in your aching wet crotch, not licking it just yet. He lets out a few heavy breaths causing you to shiver in delight, finally he takes a lick of your slit. His nose nuzzling your clit. He takes his tongue from the back of your pussy gliding it between your lips then finishing it off with a flick of his tongue on your clit. Quickly you took your hands covering your mouth choking back a moan you so desperately want to let out.

“Oh dear.. it appears you may need some help staying silent.”

Next to you a black hole appears on the bed and a tentacle slithers its way out. Black and slick it wraps around your mouth muffling the sounds you cant help but let out.

“Back to business..”

He thrust his head back between your legs licking your increasingly wet slit. Moans attempt to leave your lips but they cant. Arching your back indicating your about to cum he pulls away just barely enough to where you can only feel the tip of his lips.

”Not yet dear” He says smirking.

Damn that smile never leaving his face, that old times radio voice, he is driving you crazy.

Once he knows you won’t reach your peak just yet he wraps his lips around your clit. He starts sucking on it softly, nibbling on it unlike his hard bites, using his tongue sliding back and forth providing flicks. As he does so he slips two fingers inside of you. Dear god. Yes god, this is pure bliss. Alastor begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, now adding a curl to his fingers touching your sweet spot. He continues to pull them in and out. You arch your back and feel sweet realese. You cum on his fingers, him still sucking your clit and slowing down his pumps letting you ride out your orgasm. He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean.

”Im not usually one for sweets but this was a dessert I deeply enjoyed.” Alastor said standing back up looking over you taking in what he will now claim as his darling doe.

[gibsongirled]

i’m obsessed with girl dad!schlatt 🤭 can we have a fic where they’re high school sweethearts (reader with a normal job out of the spotlight) and she joins the podcast for the first time and schlatt introduces her to everyone as his wife as she’s never been in a video/mentioned before

would love their daughter making an appearance—maybe either hearing her on the baby monitor or smth and schlatt goes to take care of her

love your writing 🫶 i can’t wait to read anything new you post

ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU !!

description: some say that high school sweethearts don't last, you and Schlatt proved them wrong.

a/n: this was such a cute req !! (the title's the same as the song by the moldy peaches :3)

People have said that high school sweethearts would not make it past high school, and some of them were right. But you and Schlatt were the exception. Hah, suck on that, other ex high school sweethearts.

The two of you met during your sophomore year, having shared the same History class. Schlatt sat in the row behind you and occasionally, the two of you would exchange glances and go on with your day, because high schoolers are awkward like that. You started seeing him more when one of your friends started dating one of his friends, causing you to get to know him through mutual friends.

And eventually, the two of you got closer. A lot closer. You sat on the bleachers at his baseball games, stayed up late with him while he edited his videos, and was his date to prom. That night under the poorly decorated stars in the gym while the DJ played the weirdest tracks you’ve ever heard was one of your core memories. And then the two of you started dating and no one was surprised. You two made it way too obvious how much you liked each other.

When Schlatt started doing Youtube full time, you said that you wanted to be kept out of the spotlight and he agreed with you. He kept his real life and online life separate- only letting the closest friends know that he was dating someone. Of course, those same close friends were invited to the small ‘friends and family only’ wedding you two had a few years later. Another core memory that he has framed and placed on his setup that’s out of view from the camera.

Schlatt went on hiatus when you were pregnant with your daughter. He had scheduled his already made videos to upload at a certain time and was completely offline from the internet after that, being by your side 24/7. The hiatus continued on for a few months after your daughter was born and then the internet started speculating where he disappeared to, because this was far from his usual sparse uploads.

Your late night talks had delved into how to continue streaming without revealing you and the baby. And you decided to fill his viewers in on your existence. He was definitely shocked, but ultimately it’s your decision and that was final.

“Schlatt, who’s with you today?” Ted asked on the latest Chuckle Sandwich episode, waving at you through the camera. “Audio listeners - love you to death - Schlatt has a woman with him.” Of course, Ted knew who you were- having been invited to your small wedding years prior. He was just playing it up for the camera.

You waved back at Ted, smiling as Schlatt grabbed his mic and talked into it. “My wife.”

“Your wife?” Tucker asked incredulously and Schlatt nodded, smiling widely as he pulled you into his side. “My wife! Say hi, toots.”

“Hi, Ted, Tucker.” You beamed, feeling anxiety and excitement mix into one intense feeling. You heard the baby monitor suddenly crackle to life with a loud cry, and you sighed softly, removing your headphones and began to get up when Schlatt stopped you, getting up himself. “I’ll get her. You sit tight, babe.” He whispered to you and made a hand motion to the camera to continue the session without him. You slid the headphones back on, keeping one ear open to listen to what was happening on the monitor.

The three of you continued on making random conversations about all sorts of stuff until Schlatt came back. He kissed you on the top of your head and sat back down beside you.

“How is she?” You asked, looking at him.

“She’s good, just needed a bottle.”

“Ah, okay.”

That small conversation between the two of you was left unedited and Twitter was on fire when the episode came out, because not only was he married, he also had a baby! The two of you were trending for a good while, and you are well loved by his viewers.

You were so glad the two of you gave it a chance back in high school, and you couldn’t think of anyone else to share this life with. Schlatt was your soulmate and you were his.

[moonstruckme]

hiii! so i’ve just recently started reading ur work and i love it sm ur amazing! so i just wanted to request smth and it’s a little random but i was wondering if you could do something with remus/james where reader gets uncomfortable around drunk ppl bc that’s how i am because of some things in the past so maybe she gets uncomfortable and he gets kinda protective? sorry that was a lot but if u don’t write this rhats perfectly fine i just wanted to say i love your work!🩷

Thanks lovely <33

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 825 words

Really, you ought to know better than to walk around this part of town on a weekend night. You’d just wanted a pint of ice cream so badly, and this is the nearest store with the kind you like. You hadn’t thought it through, how these would be the peak hours for the bars that line the majority of the street, how the sidewalks would fill with too-loud patrons laughing and stumbling about. 

It’s not that you really even feel unsafe. The area is too crowded for most of the men to try anything, and James is with you to deter anything like that anyway. It’s just…a lot. The slurred shouts, and the unpredictable movements, and the stink of vomit. 

James drifts closer to you, taking your hand to help guide you through the crowd. He knows how you feel about drunk people. Even him and his friends, who you love and know would never intentionally make you uncomfortable, feel odd to be around after they’ve been drinking. 

James glances over at you. “You good?” 

“Yeah.” You do your best to appear less tense, smiling at him. “Thanks.” 

He gives your hand a light squeeze, moving the both of you this way and that to avoid groups that have stagnated or slowed on the sidewalk. You can’t help but stare as a girl a few paces ahead of you falls onto her bum on the curb, laughing deliriously as her friends try to help her back up. There’s a group of boys in front of you with their arms linked over each other’s shoulders, open drink containers in several of their hands as they mosey down the sidewalk, singing out of tune and at seemingly different parts of the same song. If you were one of them, it would probably all seem funny and lighthearted to you, too. There’s nothing nefarious about this; they’re just people enjoying a Friday night. And still, you can’t help but feel awkward and on edge around them. 

You feel the shock of cold before you know what’s happened, freezing liquid streaming down your shirt. You gasp and flinch into James on instinct, and the drunken man follows you inadvertently, his now empty beer bottle tipped over your shoulder and his weight pressing into you as he tries to hold himself up on nonfunctioning legs. 

James’ hand skims over your upper back as he moves around to your other side, taking the guy by the shoulders and lifting him off of you. The man starts to babble angrily, but James only gives him one of his easy smiles. You’d have to really know him to be able to tell he doesn’t mean it. 

“Easy, mate,” he says, delivering the man back to his group of friends behind you. His tone changes slightly when he addresses them, still friendly but with a slightly harder edge. “Keep track of your friend, yeah?”

The group of boys says various things in the affirmative, but James has already turned away. He shepherds you over to the wall of the closest building, out of the flow of foot traffic, and puts himself between you and the people passing by. 

“Shit, sweetheart,” he says, taking off the flannel he’s wearing over his t-shirt. “He really spilled all over you. Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you say, though you really are very cold now. You take James’ flannel without complaint, shrugging it on. “Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.”  

“So fucking irresponsible,” he huffs, shaking his head as he adjusts the thick fabric to cover the wet streak down the side of your shirt. “I mean, who lets their mate get that sloppy and then walk around by themselves? I could never do that.” 

You smile at him. “I know you couldn’t, Jamie. You’re a good friend.” 

He grins back at you, taking you under his arm as you begin walking towards the store again. It looks casual, a boyfriend with his arm slung loosely over his girl’s shoulders, but you can feel the tension in his bicep as he keeps you close, maneuvering you carefully through the crowd. 

“I think those guys were just too drunk to keep track of him,” you go on. “Not everyone can have as good a friend as you.” 

James scoffs, but you don’t let him dodge the compliment. 

“I’m serious.” You bump his hip lightly. “I bet none of those guys would have given me their jacket when it was this chilly out. You’re one in a million.” 

“Great,” James says. “So now my accolades are that I don’t let my friends fall all over people when they’re drunk and I give pretty girls my jacket when they’re soaking wet in the cold.” You’re looking ahead of you, but you can hear the eye roll in his voice even as he presses a quick kiss to the side of your head. “Your bar’s frighteningly low, angel. We’re gonna have to work on that.”

[coryosbaby]

i saw that you wrote for donnie darko a while ago and since i’m currently fixating on him i present a very intriguing concept: stepbro!donnie.

i feel like he’d love the taboo aspects of it and would have no trouble justifying it to himself bc it’s not like you’re related.

18+, MDNI !! stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), suggestive content , kissing

No cs he literally would. In the movie he’s all about “I don’t want to fuck my family, that’s weird.” But with you, he doesn’t even view you as family— not really, anyway. Sure, your parents are together but at the end of the day there’s no blood relation, right? It’s not normal to daydream about tit fucking your sister, either, so— yeah. Definitely doesn’t view you as a relative.

He’s a total horn dog. I can imagine him making a move on you for the first time when you’re both watching a movie— some dumbass sex scene comes on and suddenly his dick is springing up and he’s subtly placing a pillow across his lap. He watches your concentration on the screen, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“Why do they always decide to fuck in these movies?” You question. You say this because you’re both watching some random slasher with an unnecessary amount of girl on boy sex scenes. “There’s like, a killer on the loose. How stupid can you be?”

He shrugs. His hand moves to the bulge in his pants.

“Spur of the moment, I guess,” he replies. “Can’t really control it once it starts.”

“And what would you know about the art of intimacy?”

It’s a joke, an innocent little jab that usually has Donnie firing back with something like, “you’re one to talk,” and then making a joke about your empty dating history— but he doesn’t do that this time. No, you’re too pretty. He’s too horny. He needs to break the ice before he lands hard on his ass and doesn’t get back up.

“Wanna find out?”

Your pupils dilate, eyes a bit wide and freaked out when you hear the (incredibly impulsive) words spill from your stepbrother’s lips. But also— and only Donnie would notice this, seeing you all the time and all, and not because he thinks about you every waking moment— you seem to be intrigued. Your eyes scan over his body and move back up to his face.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” You tease, and let out a nervous chuckle. “You wish. I’d never fuck your virgin ass.”

“How’dya know if you’ve never tried it?” And he gives you that shit eating grin when he’s really amused, the one that makes your stomach do flips. “You could kiss me instead, then. See if you like it.”

“I’m not kissing my brother.”

“Stepbrother,” he corrects. His legs spread apart, almost like an invite. You pretend not to notice. “C’mon, kid. don’t be a pussy.”

He calls you kid even though you’re only one month younger than him. He does this because he knows it irks you. You roll your eyes, licking your plump bottom lip.

“Whatever,” you mumble, then you groan. “Come here, then. But if you slip me tongue, Darko, I swear to god I’ll tell your English professor that you cheated on your exams last year.”

He begins scooting closer, his jean clad thigh pressing against your bare one, and he seems very giddy.

“Won’t give you tongue,” he replies. “I swear it on my life.”

You give an annoyed hum. Donnie’s arm goes behind you on the back of couch, and you can smell his cologne and the dial soap he uses in the shower. When neither of you makes a move— an awkward stare into each other’s eyes, faces a few inches apart, Donnie’s eyes filling with something you can’t quite make out— you utter, “Well, are you going to do it or not?”

Instead of replying, he just.. goes for it. He presses his mouth to yours in a smooth peck. But fuck, he’s so hard, and he’s wanted this for so long. He goes back in for another, mouth opened slightly, awkward. Virginal. The two of you kiss like this because that’s exactly what the both of you are— virgins. When you pull away from him, his lashes flutter open and he grins again. You want to kiss him some more— maybe his tongue in your mouth wouldn’t be so bad. But you hold back, eyes blinking.

“This is really fuckin’ weird, Donnie.”

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[lovingbini]

the warmest human pillow

pairing: changbin x reader | idiots to lovers, light angst, pretty fluffy overall | warnings: stress from studying | a/n: gotta hide because my bestie didn't want me to post this in bullet style BUT that's all i got for now. love you, baby!!! promise the next will be written properly!!

ok, so you and changbin work together at a hostel in exchange for a room

changbin is the owner's nephew, but he's kind of an assistant manager around the place

you work part-time at the front desk

for the rest of the day you lock yourself in your room to study for a big project you're going to apply soon

your dynamic with changbin is kind of random since you don't give him much attention

yet he’s always acting silly around you

well, that changed since he caught you paying a girl to answer a test for you

since then he wouldn't stop coming through the reception with a knowing smirk plastered on his beautiful face

one day you got tired of it, "got something to tell me?"

he goes, "oh no, i'm alright. i guess you have something to tell that company"

and as soon as you got up from your chair, his aunt called him outside

he walked through and winked

two days later, when you thought you were left alone by him

he calls you after the staff meeting

"i need a favor"

"why would i do anything for you?"

"well, i've got proof of someone cheating on a super important test for a project application..."

"okay, alright. just tell me what you want."

you noticed how his smirk turned into a hesitating expression

"you remember my brother, right? he left for uni last week."

"yeah, he's a nice guy. i knew he could do it."

"me too. the thing is, our room has a lot of space. auntie stated that if i don't find anyone to share, she's going to make it available to rent."

you nodded, "but i'm okay with my room, i don't need more space."

"the second thing is that i'm having trouble sleeping alone. i used to have my brother as a safe place for personal reasons..."

"wait, you want to share the bed with me?!"

he started to nervously play with his hands

"yes, but just at night... you can have the room to yourself the rest of the day, i promise it's much more comfortable than the one you rent right now."

"if you start with some creepy behavior i'm going to ruin your life."

then you agree

in the first night, changbin watched you getting comfortable with your body pillow

he suggested, "you can cling on me, i don't mind"

"yeah thanks, just stay where you are"

but in the middle of the night, you feel him restless near you

“is this what your brother had to put up with? i thought company would help you”

you don’t see changbin awkward smile in the dark

“well, he actually cuddled me, so…”

“what? are you serious?” with his silence, you question, “changbin, please don’t tell me this is the only way you’re able to sleep”

silence again, then a mumble, “i’m really sorry, it’s something i’m working on therapy”

now you’re the quiet one, biting your lips in deep thought

“alright, i won’t pressure you about it, just know i’m the big spoon and that won’t change”

you take the body pillow that separated your bodies and pull him closer

changbin shudders when he feels your arm around his waist, his back against your chest

“is this okay?”

“it’s nice”

“great, now let me sleep, tomorrow’s going to be a long day”

changbin tries to hold the biggest smile on his face, although he didn’t have to

the alarm goes off in the morning, you find yourself with a leg thrown over changbin’s, who’s now on his back

he’s basically your realistic body pillow, but much more comfortable and warm

you feel his soft skin where his clothes don’t reach

you almost feel like not leaving the bed at all, but the alarm goes off one more time

(strategy to make sure you wake up)

unfortunately, the noise woke up the fluffy human pillow under you as well

“morning, sorry for waking you up like this”

“it’s okay, i overslept, to be honest”

he doesn’t tell you it’s been a while since he slept so well

the two of you exchange glances, somehow waiting who’s getting up first

even you are surprise to not be the one sprinting away from him

not wanting to cause any more bother, changbin moves away

you convince yourself that the cold air that hits you it’s because of the blanket that slipped a little, not because of the lack of his warmness

the days go by with the usual stress

both of you take care of the hostel by day, then find comfort in each other by night

none of this is weird at all, since you’re always too tired to argue

changbin’s not that bad as well

his silly antics decrease when he realizes how quiet and serious you get when focusing on the project

one fine afternoon he catches you crying in front of your laptop screen

the exam for this stage of the project is even more difficult, and yet you can’t go through that freaking subject

the one you pay the girl to do for you

but she wasn’t available that week, so you ended up in a crisis, wondering why on earth you couldn’t get that through your brain

“listen, breathe for me, okay? let’s get yourself together first,” he guides you patiently

when you feel able to focus on him again, he puts one hand over your cheek

the warm feeling is familiar, working like some kind of anchor

“i can’t do the test for you, but we can study together. how long do we have?”

“two weeks only”

“two weeks are enough, let’s just work hard, alright?”

you just stare at him, trying to process how you got to this point of intimacy

the point of making you feel like hugging and kissing him till you both are out of breath

“okay, let’s do it”

changbin nods, scanning your face with a small smile

“i find this mole under your eye the cutest thing, you know?”

you put a hand over his – the one still on your cheek

“you’re not subtle with your pretty words and pretty eyes, okay?”

“oh? i mean, it’s all part of a plan, to be honest”

“talk to me”

“a study break, our bed, some cuddles, some kisses, if you’re interested. then more cuddles, maybe more kisses…”

“okay! i’m in! no more convincing!”

you get up and run straight to the bed, hearing his giggles echo through the room

your hearts now heavy only with one knows by love and joy

[ghostfacd]

YOU’RE LOSING ME! — LUKE HUGHES

— “AND I WOULDN’T MARRY ME EITHER,”

pairing; slytherin!luke x fem!hufflepuff!reader

summary; in which luke and yn are already dating, but his lack of care for their relationship is slowly making him lose her

genre; angst, miscommunication, hurt to comfort, fluff at end, hogwarts!au, black cat bf!luke + golden retriever gf!reader

author’s note; sorta part 2 to wanna be yours (you can read it before if you want for more context but it doesn’t have to be read if you don’t want to) ANYWAY, another slytherin!luke fic because i said so LOL i prob will be making this into a series filled with random imagines of him and our lovely hufflepuff yn 🫶 this fic is obviously based on “you’re losing me” by taylor swift so my fellow swifties, cry with me

✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST

“Luke you don’t get it,” you say, giving him a small glare. His eyebrows furrow at your harsh gaze, not sure why you were so upset.

“So what?” He asks, arms crossed like a child who didn’t get what they wanted, “what is the big deal here?”

“The big deal is you gave that girl your sweater!”

“She was cold YN,” Luke rubs his face tiredly, “it was nothing really, she was just shivering cold and I wasn’t going to be an asshat and let her freeze to death.”

“Jack was right there Luke,” you say, referring to the older Hughes brother who was sitting near the two of you during the Ravenclaw VS Hufflepuff Quidditch match. The girl who Luke gave his sweater to was also from Slytherin, which made you even more insecure. What if Luke liked her better? What if they related to each other more?

What if?

“Jack was busy watching the game,” Luke sighs, throwing his hands desperately down to his arms, “you know what YN? You win, fine. I’m sorry I gave that girl my sweater. Happy?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, not appreciating the passive aggressive tone your boyfriend was using on you. With a quiet sigh, you brush past him, leaving the boy silent.

For once, you wished he would come chasing after you, apologizing and not letting you go until you guys were made up. But your boyfriend was Luke Hughes—and there was no way he would do such thing. It wouldn’t be Luke Hughes of him to do so.

The next few days are radio silent from Luke, who seems to have his focus on Quidditch much more than on you. It wasn’t like this was anything new; Quidditch was one of his top priorities, so much so that you wonder if he would pick it over you in a heartbeat.

“I’m sorry Lukey,” you say as you find him inside the locker room. The other boys had all left, one of Luke’s friends, Mark, had patted you on the back and wished you a good luck.

Everybody saw the tension between you and the Slytherin star Quidditch player, but it was too awkward for anyone to mention.

He opens up his arms, letting you place your face into his chest. A few seconds later, he pushes you off gently, swinging his gym bag over his body.

“Slytherin’s having a party tonight,” he says as the two of you walk hand in hand. “Are you coming?”

“Depends,” you say, leaning closer to him, “am I invited?”

“Course you are baby,” Luke makes a stop, placing his full attention on you, “I’m sorry about yesterday okay? I really mean it when I say it was nothing between me and her. I didn’t even know she existed before the game, I only gave her the sweater because I wanted to be polite.”

You nod, hugging your boyfriend tightly as you tippy toe to place a kiss on his face.

When the sun set and the clouds were covered by the dark sky, you placed on your dress, a simple, but beautifully designed emerald green silk dress. You wanted to match with Luke’s house colors, which were a dark green.

As soon as you entered the Slytherin Common room, you were met with the smell of cigarettes and beer. In some corners, couples were making out, and in others, there was a group playing beer pong.

“Have you seen Luke?” You ask Mark, who happens to pass you as he tried to reach the alcohol.

“Oh—Luke?” He says that in such a tone that made you furrow your eyebrows deeply, wondering why he looked so guilty. “Yeah, uh, he’s in the main part of the common room.”

“Okay,” you say, starting to make your way there, but Mark pulls you back, giving you a gentle smile.

“How about you play some beer pong with us for a bit? It’ll be fun!”

You give him a small smile but shake your head. “It’s okay Mark, thank you for the invite,”

Mark sighs as he watches you go, hoping his best friend wasn’t doing anything stupid to make you cry again. He had seen the two of you fight endless amounts of time, mainly due to Luke’s stubbornness and his inability to be.. well.. good boyfriend.

Walking into where Mark said Luke would be, you could understand why he acted the way he did. There your boyfriend was, on one of the small couches, with a girl right next to him.

He was holding a red solo cup, a cliché that you’ve seen in muggle high school and college movies. She seems to keep rambling about something, giggling and twirling her hair as Luke looks the opposite direction, disinterested.

“Luke,” you say, your insecurities rising up once again.

Sure, Luke didn’t really give the girl the time of day, but she was extremely pretty, and seemed way more carefree than you were.

“You know her Lukey?” The girl asks, head leaning close to touch to his curls.

“I do,” he says, sitting up properly. “Cho, meet my girlfriend, YN.”

Cho smiles bitterly, “nice to meet you YN! I’ve heard soooo much about you.”

“Mhm,” you say, “nice to meet you too.”

“Well Lukey, I’m gonna go and say hi to Jack, see ya!” She hops off the couch, not before giving your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.

He barely even flinches at this.

“Seriously?” You whisper out, anger fueling your body.

“What now YN?”

“You let girls be all over you and kiss you on the cheek now?”

“Oh my god, are we doing this again?” Luke stands up, discarding his solo cup somewhere in the common room. “Can we not have a good night YN?”

You scoff, “we can have a good night when I’m not treated like shit by you in this relationship, Hughes.”

Saying his last name felt like a blow to Luke’s face, making him more upset by each minute. “I don’t treat you like shit!”

“Yes you do!” You yell, exasperated. You watch as Luke tries to push his way past you, but you grab his arm, tightening your hold on him so he wouldn’t go. “Don’t you ignore me Luke!”

He looks down at your figure, his drunken daze almost fading when he sees how beautiful you looked. A green emerald dress on with your hair curled. You truly were the best thing at this party.

“Listen, I wouldn’t marry me either!” He spat out, “I told you this when we first began dating! That I was going to be a terrible boyfriend who isn’t good at comforting and communicating. You knew this right off the bat, YN! You know that I’m a pathological people pleaser!”

“I just wanted you to see me!” You cried out, tears now falling down you cheeks. “Yes, I knew what I was getting into—but all I wanted was for you to see me and love me Luke!”

Your breath hitches when you see Luke’s arm falling loosely off your grip, scared he was going to leave forever now.

Do something Luke, your brain screams. Say something.

He leaves the room, making you drop onto your knees. The pain you felt in your chest was overwhelming, accompanied by the seemingly endless tears.

Lose something, risk something Luke!

You don’t notice he re-enters the room until you feel arms wrap around you, carrying you to one of the large couches. Luke places you on his lap, a large tissue box in his hand. Using his free hand, he wipes away your tears, making sure to get the mascara that was dripping.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, giving you a soft kiss on your head. “I know I’m not a good boyfriend and that I do stupid shit—but I promise I love you—that I see you YN. I’m trying my best here, I’ve never had someone care for me as much as you and I guess I was just afraid of love,”

You don’t say anything, just holding onto Luke’s arms that were currently embracing you.

The two of you sit in silence for the next half hour, Luke never once letting go of you as he rocks the two of you back and forth.

“Just so you know,” you say, looking up to meet Luke’s teary eyes, “I would marry you. Regardless of you being shit at showing emotions.”

This makes him laugh as he hugs you tighter, mumbling another apology into your head.

“I would gladly marry you too baby.”

[ur-sick-and-married]

JUNA

(Julien Baker x femme reader)

“You make me wanna…”

TW: mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, reader is feminine, suggestive, long(?)

SUMMARY: literally just “Juna” by angel baby Clairo���

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I was thinking about that video of JB line dancing when writing this.

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“Come to me slowly…”

You met her at a party. She was quiet and drinking a soda. Your friend group and your friend’s friends had merged, like they usually did at gatherings. You ended up right by her side in the kitchen, when you were getting some water.

She was moving slowly, talking to someone yet inching away. When the conversation seemed to end, she backed up farther and bumped into you.

“It’s when you talk close enough, that I feel it on my skin, breathe it in…”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” She quickly said.

Her voice was soothing, yet shaky. She was obviously nervous. You felt her breath hit your skin when she spoke, and her scent immediately filled your nose. She smelled like nicotine and outdoors.

“It’s okay, I got in your way!” You reassured her.

“I should’ve been watching where I was going…” She ran a hand through her caramel colored hair. You could immediately tell it was an anxious habit from how mussed her hair already was.

“Seriously, it’s fine. I’m good.” You smiled.

Her breath hitched in her throat when you grinned at her. It made her heart pound more than it already was.

“Okay…well, good, then.” She smirked a little.

“Yeah…” You agreed quietly.

There was an almost hungry look in her eyes, and you were sure you looked the same. You simply stared at each other for a moment.

“Most of these days, I don’t get too intimate…why would I let you in? But I think again…”

You started chatting, about who you knew and how the party was louder than expected.

“You wanna maybe, um…” She cleared her throat. “Go sit out back with me? No one’s really out there…it’d just be a breather…”

Your first instinct was to hesitate. Why go places with random girls at parties? But there was something so inviting about her…

“I don’t even try, I don’t have to think…”

You sat on the back patio with her, continuing your conversation. Once you’d established that you were both single, she seemed to move closer to you, subconsciously.

“With you, there’s no pretending…”

Before you knew it, you were kissing her, your fingers in her hair. Her hands were on your waist, and then you were on her lap as you made out. She tasted like mint and cigarettes. You couldn’t get enough. It was obvious she felt the same with the way she gripped your hips.

“You know me, you know me, and I just might know you too, know you…”

The way Julien moved, pulled you against her, drove you crazy. She knew exactly what to do to make you want more, and you seemed to know her weak spots too. Tugging her hair definitely got a reaction from her.

Your head was spinning when you pulled away. Her lips were red and slightly swollen, as were yours.

“Wow.” You cleared your throat.

She nodded, swallowing hard. “You know, I don’t live too far from here-“

“Oh, I…” You laughed nervously. “I don’t…really meet then fool around-“

“Oh, yeah, no problem.” She quickly said. “I don’t usually either…you’re just so…”

She gulped again. The thoughts going through her mind were intense, and even surprised her. She had never thought of someone in such a hungry way.

“I’m also…not 100% sober.” You added.

You both laughed a little, so awkward, but so entranced with each other.

Eventually, you untangled yourselves, and stood, fixing your clothes.

You both left with a new crush, and each other’s phone numbers.

“Come to me ready…”

Weeks later, you were finally seeing Julien again. You both had busy schedules, but managed to find a night where you could meet. Julien had sent you directions to some place, maybe a bar, and you gladly followed. You didn’t care where it was, you just wanted to see her.

You pulled up to a pub, and sure enough, Julien was waiting outside. For a second, you worried you were late, but you were both early.

“Hey!” She greeted you, excited.

You said hi too, and then you both stood there for a moment, and eventually embraced. It was a bit awkward, though it only made you laugh.

She took your hand, and led you inside. Her hand felt so nice in yours. It was warm and rough.

It distracted you, until you got inside. The pub was inviting and dim, filled with sounds of glasses clinking, music, and chatter. There was even a dance floor, where a bunch of customers moved about. It felt safe.

Julien noticed how intrigued you were. “This okay?”

“Yes, more than okay.” You nodded.

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t drink,” She explained, pulling you to a small table. “And this place is still cool. They have food, if you’re hungry…”

She was chatty, and it made you happy. She continued to explain how one of her buddies ran the bar in the corner. She was so enthusiastic while talking about her friends. It was adorable.

Eventually, you both got some sort of drink. You didn’t need alcohol to feel excited with her, so you stayed sober.

After a while, you two got quiet, which let you hear the music.

“Oh, I love this song!” You said.

She listened for a moment. “Is it Clairo?”

“Yeah, something new…” You nodded.

“You make me wanna go dancing, you make me wanna try on feminine…”

“Do you want to dance?” Julien asked suddenly.

“I’m…not very good.” You laughed nervously.

“Me neither.” She said, yet she held out her hand to you.

You surprised yourself when you immediately accepted. She pulled you close to her, and slipped through the crowd, finding a private corner.

“Here…” She took your hands and placed them on her shoulders, then hesitated to put hers on your waist. “Can I..?”

“Yeah.” You smiled a little.

She gently placed her hands on your torso, so lightly it almost tickled. She swayed you, making you both grin. “Now we just stand here and do this.”

“Alright.” You chuckled.

You felt so happy and content. You’d never felt like this with a date. It was sort of obvious to you two that this was just going to be a hookup. Though, it felt different. It felt like the connection was deeper than intimacy.

“You, uh…” She cleared her throat. “You look stunning. The dress is beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You blushed quickly, thinking about the dress.

“You make me wanna go buy a new dress, you make me wanna slip off a new dress…”

You had bought the dress specifically for this date. You rarely wore dresses. Normally, you didn’t care about dates enough to dress up. You remembered standing in the dressing room, wondering if she would think it was nice. You wondered if it would be nice to kiss in, nice to slip off…

Now, you didn’t want it to be discarded. You liked her admiring you, and you were satisfied with the dancing.

“Don’t even try, I don’t have to think, with you there’s no pretending…”

“Of course, it’s not just the dress-“ Julien quickly added. “It’s you, you make the dress look good, not that it didn’t before though-“

“Julien.” You interrupted her. “I get what you were saying.”

She nodded, her cheeks on fire. Without thinking, you kissed them, making her blush even more.

“I know that this is literally our first date…” You said quietly, your forehead resting on hers. “And, all together, we’ve know each other for, like, an hour and a half…but I…really like you.”

She gulped, the flame in her face cooling down. She felt the exact same way.

“You know me, you know me, and I might just know you too…”

“God, I…I couldn’t have said it better myself.” She smirked.

“So…we’re gonna go on a second date, yeah?” You said quietly.

“Yes. Please.” She immediately agreed.

She pulled you into a kiss the second she finished speaking.

You went on more than a second date. There was a third and fourth and fifth and sixth and then you lost count. She was the best person you had ever dated. After a while, she asked you to be her partner, and of course you said yes. You two didn’t do anything more than kiss for a while. You were too wrapped up in each other to think about connecting in that way.

“Come to me slowly…”

When you finally did it, it only solidified your relationship. Because she knew you, and you knew her just as well.

[crushedsweets]

Hey! I love your artwork! I think it’s beautiful!!!

I just wanted to ask, what would Toby and Natalie’s relationship be like if they were able to start dating? I’m genuinely curious.

P.S. LONG LIVE TICCIWORK AND NINAKATE!!!!!

HIIII OK I LIKE THIS OMG i cant believe i hadnt thought about it before. ok i spoke a lot more than i thought i would...all under the cut LOL omg..

okay so, like i mentioned, they would probably have some random drunk kiss one night. maybe a christmas party and nina brings in mistle toe and its stupid. maybe new years party and the clock strikes 12 and they were like 'fuck it why not'.

natalie would have to initiate a lot of the starting conversations and touches. toby grew up with people thinking he was some gross virus roaming around, with boys pushing him around and girls sneering at him, so he's really hesitant. and natalie does get upset pretty easily if toby tries doing things without her permission, even if its something like doing her laundry - he has to ask. and he always does

it would start off pretty awkward too... neither of them know what to say, and both of them are so stubborn with egos the size of the moon - their pride knows no bounds. but at times, toby's ego can morph into something more cocky and he'll say stupid shit. 'you wanna kiss me so bad i know it' 'oh should i get nina to buy some mistle toe again' 'if you wanted to spend the night you couldve just asked'. at first clocky would get mad and pissy, and toby would laugh at her, and they'd move on. but eventually instead of moving on, one of them would say something like 'well.... do you actually want to' and they would. awkwardly, of course. a kiss, laying in bed together, brushing eachothers hair, etc.

their most intimate moments probably happen in the kitchen. that's always been quite the place of love for toby, so to lean against a counter and bring natalie close and give her a kiss in the warmest room of the house while something good is cooking in the oven ... probably means a lot to him

i think they'd love hikes. theres a waterfall in my au that they'd go to often, strip down to their underwear, and sit under. they'd wrestle and splash water and laugh and eat some fruit they packed and fall asleep under the sun after hours of just fucking around. kisses constantly swap between sudden acts of passion and excitement, to a quiet, lazy, quick kiss while throwing a towel over their shoulder.

but of course, they are still difficult. toby's reckless and natalie is picky, so theres a lot of arguments that spring up from nothing. this would be a constant thing until one of them eventually cries - something neither of them are used to. that would probably be a tipping point for them to start really looking into being a better person for eachother. but that is not easy by any means and neither of them are capable of being perfect. at fucking all

their biggest issue would be close to their canon shit.. toby wants to stay, clocky wants to leave. run away from all the bullshit she got trapped in. clocky is more likely to truly just fuck off and leave toby behind, and that scares the everliving shit out of toby every day - he'd swap between 'i have to be so good she'll never leave' and 'you fucking asshole just leave already its inevitable theres nothing i can do to change it'. but clocky just wants to live a normal normal normal life. she wants to grow old with kids and a career and a nice dog and to make dinner every night. she wants her biggest problem to be the dog tracking in mud.

eventually toby settles down, and while he cant just walk away from slenderman, they figure something out. a shared apartment, toby gets closer to the farm owners and he starts working more often. clocky gets into tattooing. toby is the first person she ever tattoos on. they both have to compromise a lot, but they can't imagine doing this for (or with) anybody else

[ongaunt]

ᵐᵒᵒⁿˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵃᵗᵃ

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ: ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ. ᴼᵐᶦⁿᶦˢ ᴳᵃᵘⁿᵗ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠˡᶦʳᵗˢ. ᴱˡˡᶦᵒᵗᵗ ᶦˢ ᵈᵉᶠᵉⁿˢᵉˡᵉˢˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᶦᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃᶦⁿ ᵇˡᵒⁿᵈᵉ. ᵐᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ: ˢᵉᵇᵃˢᵗᶦᵃⁿ ˢᵃˡˡᵒʷ, ᵍᵃʳʳᵉᵗʰ ʷᵉᵃˢˡᵉʸ & ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵒᶜ'ˢ. ᵗʷ: ᵃˡᶜᵒʰᵒˡ, ᵛᵃᵖᶦⁿᵍ, ʳᵉᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵈʳᵘᵍ-ᵘˢᵉ.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

“Oi Penndragon, pass the spliff!”

A random Ravenclaw fifth year called out to him as Elliott exhaled. He took another deep inhale, letting the fumes fill his lungs and cloud his better judgement. He smiled lazily as he passed the unknown brunette the joint in his hand. It was getting cloudy in the tavern, raised voices woven through the blaring music around them. Many were drunk, high or both. Elliott was definitely a bit of both, more high than drunk. He could’ve sworn he saw Natty dancing on the bar at one point. His body swayed to the music, humming the melody as the vibrations snaked over his body like a whisper.

“Drink?” Sebastian nudged into him, leaning close to be heard.

“Nah mate,” Elliott replied with a smile. “I’m so buzzed. I might throw up.”

Sebastian’s hearty laugh was a joy to hear, his head of unruly dark hair thrown back. He clapped Elliott’s shoulder affirmingly before disappearing into the tangled mass of sweaty, dancing bodies. Another party for the books, no doubt. They had even convinced Ominis to come out after pinching some earplugs from Professor Garlick’s supplies. He spotted the blonde sitting down with another Slytherin girl, talking amongst themselves. He recognised the figure and felt safe to approach.

“Eloise, Ominis,” he greeted them both warmly. “Glad to see you both out and about!”

“You look like shit, Elliott,” Eloise retorted with a knowing look on her face, one he interpreted as a good thing nonetheless. She was right, he was sweaty and gross.

“At least I’m having fun! Come dance with me!” Elliott wriggled his brows, a charming smile warm on his face. “Come’on Ominis, you too!”

Begrudgingly, they obliged. Elliott saw the courtesy to refill Eloise’s glass before joining the two awkward mooncalves on the dance floor. He made sure to keep them on the outer rim, in case neither wanted to bail. It was fun while it lasted, not even half a song and Eloise had returned to her seat. Elliott thanked her with a warm shrug before turning his attention back to Ominis. The blonde looked utterly ethereal under the flashing lights, Elliott was thankful he couldn’t see how his cheeks warmed. He had always admired Ominis but platonically of course. Well, perhaps a little more than platonic.

“Are you still here?” Ominis yelled.

Elliott placed a firm hand on the small of his back, leaning in. “Of course.”

He took the opportunity to get close to Ominis, guiding him with the sway of his hips, admiring how the other looked from behind. Time stopped still as they danced, Elliott’s hands still glued to Ominis’s hips. The trance was only broken when the music softened. Ominis turned in Elliott’s arms, inching closer to his ear after cold hands cupped his face to find it. “Can we get some air?”

Elliott instinctively grasped Ominis’s hand and guided him through the busy tavern. They dodged a few classmates eagerly wanting to start a conversation – Elliott was solely focused on Ominis’s needs. Cold air greeted them with much needed breath as they meandered nearby, gravitating toward the first bench they found. Elliott reluctantly released Ominis’s hand.

“Better?”

“Much, thanks.”

Wolves howl in the distance as Elliott looked at the familiar figures around them. Most were engrossed in deep conversation or exhaling puffs of smoke from their well-worn lungs, it was rare to see the tavern so full. Hazel eyes casted back to Ominis, scanning his face for discomfort. Elliott was ready to leap to the moon if Ominis asked.

“Need anything?” he asked, head dipped where he stood.

The blonde shook his head. “Sit with me for a little while, will you?”

Happily, Elliott complied. He produced a small metal device from his pocket, “Mind if I smoke?”

“’Course not.”

He admitted he might have been a bad influence on their mutual Sallow friend lately. Elliott had picked up a bad habit and therefore, Sebastian picked it up too. Two bowtruckles on a tree branch. He made sure to exhale away from Ominis, watching the clouds of vapour slither onto navy canvas of the night sky.

“I didn’t know you could dance like that, Gaunt.”

Elliott was sure Ominis could hear the smirk in his voice, the corner of his mouth tugged up. “A lot you don’t know about me. Guess you’ll just have to find out.”

Elliott’s smile grew, his head thrown back as he exhaled another clump of smoke. “Are you flirting with me?”

Before he could stop, the words slipped through his lips. It wasn’t unusual of him to be so bold but this was different. Elliott scanned Ominis’s delicate features, searching for any clues. Seemed like an eternity before the blonde spoke up.

“And if I was?”

Jesting. Elliott was impressed. He had never seen this side of Ominis before and the tiny crush he had blossomed into a full blown craving. Time stopped again as nervous lips inched closer, hands brushing and hearts raced. The moment was perfect by all accounts. Of course, until they were rudely interrupted by a tall ginger.

“Oi oi! What do we have here? Enjoying a moonlight sonata, are we?” Garreth Weasley crept up behind them, jostling the two out of the moment.

Ominis sighed, annoyed. “Weasley. Perfect timing.”

“Wassup, Fergalicious?” Elliott jested, flashing his friend a bright grin as they shook hands.

Garreth nodded to the tavern. “Coming back in?”

“Yeah, in a bit,” Elliott replied, keeping one eye on Ominis.

He was thankful Garreth was oblivious to the scene, he couldn’t fathom Ominis being okay with someone knowing just yet. Let alone Garreth of all people. As much as Elliott saw Garreth as a brother, Ominis was still warming up to him.

“What do you think? Wanna go back inside for a bit? I’ll walk you back afterwards.”

Ominis shrugged. Elliott could swear he saw a rosy tint to his cheeks. “I suppose, we have to keep an eye on Sebastian.”

“Wish I was there when he got so drunk he almost got a tattoo,” Elliott laughed, throwing his arm over Ominis’s shoulder as they slowly headed toward the building. He wished he could bottle the moment up and keep it for a rainy day. Needless to say, he finally got an answer to a question he was eager to solve.

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[papirouge]

A small story time was when I joined a hiking group to meet new friends. I felt awkward since the people there seem to know each other more. I ended being quiet and take photos while we hiked. I got to talk to this guy who also was kinda new. He kept talking about how he wanted to get married soon and he has everything except a wife. I didn’t really talk back, just saying “ok” until he asked me if I’m the same. Told him no I’m really not. He told me “oh well you have time I guess” I had to say I was in my 30s and if I wanted a big family or something like that I would have started sooner but I didn’t then still don’t now. We were walking in the back and there was space between us and the others in the group. The more he talked the more he would just info dump his feelings like how he truly believed that feminism was causing men to be lonely and violent in society, that women working jobs were destroying families, that divorce should be banned but he also doesn’t want women to just avoid marriage because he’s afraid if banning divorce would lead to just women never marrying. He even joked that the government could also force people to marry and reproduce. I tried to fire back at some point like “You know that women have always worked?”

“No it’s different now. Women shouldn’t be in corporate buildings”

“Yeah remote work is the best”

He didn’t really respond until he asked again if I was seriously going to be single. Or if I’m just hooking up with random men instead. I told him I’m not, that the idea was gross to even say and that he needed to be less crude. He apologized, say he was joking but at some point he stopped and just asked to my face “are you seriously going to waste your womb? That’s selfish for a lot of interfile couples” it was such a surreal feeling. He started again to talk about how I was given a womb and that womb meant I had to be feminine and submit to male authority. That to have a uterus automatically means I’m weaker and less capable so men are naturally to lead. Denying that meant I was going against my feminine nature which was due to feminism brainwashing me to be a corporate slave. (I don’t even work in any corporate field) He was going to send me links to something called Evie? Apparently it’s some women’s magazine that he thinks every woman should read and connect with their inner femininity to reject feminism. At that point, others in the group noticed and started to talk to him to defend me since I must of looked shocked. I started to walk away closer to the front and others in the group kept him farther from me until we got back to our cars. This guy still tried to talk me about fertility rates and egg quality because “I needed to know that I don’t have forever, men on the other hand can healthy babies in their 80s and 90s” according to him, while I got my keys. As I got in, I just felt so fed up and had to yell at him that his genes are not good enough to be passed on if no woman chose him yet. He had told me earlier that schizophrenia runs in his family too like his parents, grandparents, and others have it, so I just told him that no one would want that in their family tree and to fuck off. I know that was kinda mean and I feel a bit bad saying that.. He tried to say something else but I drove off and when I got back, I had messages from the people who set up the group ask me about what happened exactly. I told them and I honestly don’t want to go back. They understood and would try to invite me later but this was that guys last chance. I was not the first woman he harassed. He joined and only tried to talk to women and basically hope that one girl would be dumb enough to pity this guy to date him. He wasn’t bad looking either. It’s just his personality and incel adjacent traits.

Also I was told that he made some weird racial comments about me being black and asian that got him in trouble with a few people before we started hiking.

..... I'm glad you're doing fine anon.

I was getting real Ted Bundy teas from that weirdo bothering you on that trail. Like, he could've tried pushing you on a ravine- 💀

But at the end I wanted *you* to push him towards a ravine LOL

This hiking club is at fault for dragging along that weirdo knowing his inappropriate behavior 😑 the manipulative "I'm skyzophrenic uwu" is so typical.... Being skyzophrenic doesn't turn you into a sexual harasser smh The racism also checks out. I've yet to see an incel who's not racist or a fetishist.

It's also interesting how the decline of childbirth is ALWAYS inputted on women, never men. Why is nobody hounding incels for being losers unable to plant their seed and perpetuate the race? or try to get a better personality to find a mate? Nooooo it's the fault of women for not accepting to settle down with men they don't find suitable. Mind you, they are the same people blaming women whenevr their marriage turns sour and "oh she just had to choose better" 🌚

[larkawolfgirl]

Valentine's Date (Murayuu)

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationship: Murata Ken/Shibuya Yuuri Characters: Murata Ken, Shibuya Yuuri, Shibuya Miko, Original Characters Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, Getting Together, Fake/Pretend Relationship

Summary: Murata uses Valentine's Day as an excuse to talk Yuuri into pretending to date him.

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“As you all know, Valentine's Day is tomorrow,” the teacher continued. He was a frumpy looking middle-aged man with a goatee. Right now, he looked even more expressionless than usual. “I know tomorrow is a big day for a lot of you, but it is still a school day. Due to increased pressures from the school board, I am being forced to allow those of you who are in a relationship to skip for the day. Those of you who are single, however, will be expected to be here as usual. For our records, you will need to fill out and return the sheet I have laid out on my desk in order to be excused. Class dismissed.” Saying this, the teacher left the classroom so fast Murata wondered if he needed to go to the bathroom.

A more entertaining train of thought was unfolding beside him, though.  His dark-haired friend seated beside him groaned and slumped his head onto his desk.

Murata watched with amused pity. “Aw, what’s wrong, Shibuya? Wishing you had a girlfriend?”

“Obviously!" his friend exclaimed. "Who wants to come to boring class and then go home to your boring room on Valentine’s Day? Do you think I can get away with lying?”

“Why don't we just say we’re dating?”

Just as expected, Yuuri was surprised. He bolted upright in his seat. “Huh? No way! Why would I do that?”

Murata couldn’t help smiling at how flustered his friend looked. “It’s not like you can go around by yourself tomorrow without getting caught. If you say you have a random girlfriend you’d just have to stay home. Wouldn’t it be more fun to go out with me?”

Yuuri looked to the side. “Maybe. But we can’t do that.”

Murata leaned in closer, enjoying how that only made Yuuri even more flustered. “Why not?”

“B-because,” Yuuri floundered. “That’s way too embarrassing. Everyone would think we’re gay. Plus, everyone would figure out we lied when we came back to school and acted like we weren’t dating.”

“Then we’d just have to keep acting like we were dating,” Murata explained. It didn't take a genius to work the logic out.

Yuuri gave an awkward laugh. “That won't work!” he insisted, loud enough to gain some of their classmates’ attention. Realizing his mistake, he covered his mouth to muffle his voice. “I don’t want people thinking I’m gay.”

“Why not?” Murata was honestly curious. It wasn't like either of them knew anyone particularly homophobic.

“W-why not?" Yuuri stammered, taken off guard by the question. Avoiding the question rather than answering, he asked, "Why would I want them to?”

Murata smirked. “Some people are into that sort of thing.” He was into that sort of thing, but his friend didn't need to know that particular detail just yet.

Yuuri scowled. “The wrong kind of people. What girl’s going to want to date someone gay?”

“A fujoshi.”

Yuuri’s eyes bulged at the instant reply.

Murata continued, “Besides, you wouldn’t tell them you’re gay, obviously. You’d tell them you’re bi.”

"Wha–what? But why? It would make more sense to just ask a girl to date me."

Murata gave him an unimpressed look both for his avoidance and his unfulfilled confidence. "If you could do that, you wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. Besides, are you really going to leave me here all alone?” He made an exaggerated puppy face that he knew Yuuri couldn’t resist.

The inner conflict showed on Yuuri's face. He didn’t want to do it for the sake of his reputation, but he was also a genuinely nice guy and didn’t want to push his friend aside. “Fine,” he hissed under his breath. “But we’ve gotta keep it as down-low as possible. Then, I can just say I was trying it out or whatever.” Yuuri shivered at his own words.

Murata grinned. Trying it out was exactly what they both needed.  “Of course!” he said as he began to calculate the ways he could use this opportunity to his advantage.

Murata let Yuuri pick the location of their date. That way, he would feel more at ease and more in control. It wasn’t a surprise that the baseball-addict chose to attend a game. Luckily for Murata, he actually did enjoy baseball, even if he did enjoy soccer more. Sharing Yuuri’s main interest really helped in strengthening their relationship.

The letdown was that Yuuri showed up wearing a white shirt with black stripes, black track pants, and a blue baseball cap. It was definitely baseball attire all the way rather than date attire. Murata hadn’t had high hopes for this fake date, but Yuuri could have at least pretended to look like he was giving this date an ounce of effort. Anyone seeing them now would think that Yuuri didn’t give an iota of concern to impress Murata-which he surely didn’t.

Yuuri was lucky he was cute.

Too cute actually. Even such unflattering clothing emphasized likable qualities. Yuuri was simple-minded, enthusiastic, and uninterested in flair. While The shirt was large and baggy and didn’t do anything to accentuate his physical features, he still looked cute drowning in it, especially when he sent Murata his trademark dopey grin. If only that grin was because he was excited to see him rather than because he was excited to watch the game.

Their outfits would clash horribly in comparison, though. Of course, Murata hadn’t wanted to overdo it, but he still had a sense of style. His own causal outfit consisted of a pair of tan chino pants and a green henley shirt. He looked pretty good, whether Yuuri paused to appreciate it or not.

"Hey, Murata!" Yuuri exclaimed. At least he sounded happy to see him.

"Hi, Shibuya. Are you hungry?"

His face fell. "Oh, well..I love the food here, but I used up most of my money on my ticket."

Murata smiled. "Don't worry, I'll treat."

"Huh?"

Still smiling, Murata threw an arm over his friend's shoulder and started leading him toward the concession stand. "We are dating, after all."

Yuuri laughed nervously, noticeably stiffening. He didn't turn down the free food, though.

With food in hand, they searched for their seats. They were decently located, not too far nor too close to the playing field. Baseball didn’t scream romance to Murata, but the stadium was actually packed. Most of the patrons seemed to be couples. Everything was decorated for Valentine’s Day with hearts and red, pink, and white streamers. The big display scene even said something about enjoying the special day.

"Jeez," Yuuri said, sitting down, "I didn't think this would be the date sort of place."

"Me neither," Murata said, not that he was complaining. He took his own seat beside him. "Now it won't seem so odd that this is how we chose to spend Valentine's Day."

Yuuri grabbed a handful from their shared popcorn bowl. "Come on, it's not like people are keeping tabs on us."

Murata shrugged. "Maybe not right now, but don't you think we'll be asked about it tomorrow?"

Yuuri pulled the rim of his cap down in a poor excuse of hiding his face. "Don't make me think about tomorrow," he whined.

Murata waved the hot dog in his hand. "Not ready to admit you're gay, huh?"

Yuuri was unimpressed with the hot dog show. "I am not gay!" He even stamped his foot in childish emphasis.

"Sure you're not." Murata waggled his eyebrows. "That's why you love hot dogs so much."

"That has nothing to do with this." Even though he said that, Yuuri stared sadly at his now unappealing hot dog.

Grinning, Murata took a large bite of his own. "Who cares as long as it tastes good?"

Yuuri made a face. "Are you still talking about being gay?"

"Who knows." Murata enjoyed his look of annoyance as he happily finished the rest of his hot dog.

"Remember, we're telling people I'm bi." There was a pause before Yuuri continued. "What about you?"

The players began to find their places on the field.

Murata shrugged. "I don't care what you tell them."

"Huh?" Yuuri latched onto Murata's arm, dropping the popcorn in his hand in the process. "But you're always hitting on girls.

"Won't change anything. Like I said before, some people are into that sort of thing." And it wouldn't be a lie. He was at least half gay, and if things worked out the way he planned, his gay side was all he had to worry about.

Yuuri shuddered. "You really are on a whole other level."

If only he knew.

The game began, officially ending their conversation. It was enjoyable, but Murata found watching Yuuri more enjoyable. He was so into the game. His eyes tailed the ball and each player. With every hit, his eyes widened and with every home run, he would shout in joy. When the opposing team (who Yuuri referred to as good for nothing wannabes) won a point, he would grumble under his breath.

As amusing as watching his friend was, Murata was still beginning to lose interest a few hours into the game. The hosts seemed to foresee this, though, because light, romantic music began to blare from the huge display screen. A beautiful woman in a tight dress appeared on the screen.

"We sure hope each and every one of you are enjoying yourselves to the fullest! We know it can be hard to pay attention for such a long time, we decided to liven things up a bit!  As a sign of our appreciation, we thought we could showcase all our lovely couples out here today." The woman pointed around the stadium. "Don't be shy! Raise your hand if you're here with your special someone!"

Murata's hand flew up in an instant. Yuuri hissed, immediately trying to pull his hand back down.

A drone zoomed toward them, displaying both of their faces on the huge display screen.

"Who do we have here, ladies and gentlemen? It appears to be a couple of school kids taking the day off to come here of all places. And they are both men! What a bold show of affection. Would you mind showing our audience a bit more of that emotion?"

Yuuri was frozen like a deer caught in headlights. He didn’t even look Murata’s way, which left this decision up to him. The audience began chanting the word kiss until it became a deafening roar. Murata had to do something to maintain their cover, but he also couldn’t just kiss Yuuri while he was off-guard. Well, he could (and fully enjoy it for that matter), but he’d definitely lose any chance of dating him for real if he did.

Leaning down, Murata pressed a soft kiss to Yuuri’s forehead. Yuuri touched the spot where his lips had been. He finally looked at him but didn’t say anything. There were shouts from the audience. Murata couldn’t really make anything out past the thundering applause.

The woman spoke up again. “Aw,” she cooed. “It looks like they were a bit embarrassed. How sweet! Do we have anyone out there feeling a bit bolder?”

More people raised their hands and the audience’s attention was thankfully diverted away from them.

Yuuri was still touching his forehead.

Murata waved his hand in front of his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he answered in a distant voice. He didn’t sound upset but he also didn’t sound normal. Murata wondered what was going on inside his head.

Grinning, Murata pretended to take a sip out of his empty cup and pointed toward the field. “Look, the game’s about to restart.”

The next day, girls from their class flocked Murata as soon as he pulled his bicycle up to the school. He chuckled to himself that this was of course the best way to get a woman’s attention.

“Is it true that you and Shibuya are dating?” asked Yui, a girl with short brown hair.

“Yeah!” piped up another girl, Fumi. “I saw you two on TV when I was flipping through the channels. That kiss was so cute!”

“Thank you. And yes, we are dating.”

The girls squealed in unison. “I can’t believe it! You make such a cute couple!”

A girl with a pink ribbon in her hair named Ayo put her finger to her chin. “I always guessed that Shibuya was gay.”

Murata was equally amused and annoyed by that statement. It was true that Yuuri wore himself more on his sleeve than he thought, but it also wasn’t right for them to be stereotypical or think they know someone that they really don’t. Of course, Murata was also assuming Yuuri’s sexuality, but he actually knew Yuuri, unlike them.

He put on a fake smile, one that clearly conveyed that he wasn’t actually happy. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t call my boyfriend gay,” he said in a stiff voice.

Ayo whined. “Why not? It’s true.”

“Because you shouldn’t assume someone’s sexuality. Why don’t you ask him directly before putting labels on him.”

Ayo glared and put a hand on her hip. “What else could he be if he’s dating you?”

“He could be quite a few things, actually,” he answered in a gloating tone. One thing he disliked about living on Earth when he had memories of living in Shinma was that people’s mindsets were drastically different. In Shinma, hardly anyone would even care what Yuuri’s sexuality was. “He could be bisexual, pansexual, polysexual, demisexual, graysexual, omnisexual, asexual, or even some other more specific labels.”

All of the girls stared at him as if he had grown a second head. It was extremely satisfying.

Ayo’s mouth had fallen open, but she didn’t seem to like being targeted for her assumption. “What are you, then?” she asked, crossing her arms defensively.

Murata grinned. “I prefer the term bisexual.”

She looked at least mildly surprised. "So, what? You'd date me as easily as him?" she asked.

Murata grinned wider. "I chose Shibuya because I have standards."

Ayo huffed. "Stop insulting me."

"Stop poking your nose into other people's business then."

The other girls looked hesitant. Then Fumi put her hands on Ayo’s shoulder in an attempt to get her to continue walking. “Come on, we’re going to be late for class.”

“Yeah, we should probably get going,” another girl said.

Ayo eyed Murata with dislike. “Fine.” Without another word, she stormed off. The other girls followed after her at a slower pace.

When they were gone, Murata let out a sigh. If Ayo was already being this annoying, then maybe Yuuri did have something to worry about. But still, Murata didn’t care about their classmates. If they got hate, so be it. Yuuri was much more important to him. He wasn’t sure if Yuuri felt the same, though.

He entered their homeroom class to find Yuuri already seated and surrounded by their classmates. They were all throwing questions at Yuuri who was looking at Murata desperately for help. It was only right to support his boyfriend in his time of need, so Murata saunted straight up to the crowd of students.

“Hi. I’d like to take my seat, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh,” a boy said, moving out of the way in front of his seat.

“Murata!” a girl cried. “How long have the two of you been dating?”

Murata took his seat. “For about two days.”

“Oh my god!” a couple of girls shrieked.

It was really comical how big of a deal everyone was making this.

“I appreciate all of your enthusiasm," he smiled at the group, "but class will begin shortly."

The girl who had shrieked tugged at a strand of her hair, looking embarrassed. "Oh, right. We'll get scolded if we disrupt class."

Yuuri sagged in his seat once the group disbanded. "Thanks," he sighed.

Murata grinned and leaned in toward him. "Anything for my boyfriend ."

“Stop it!” Yuuri exclaimed, totally red in the face.

“Why? Are you embarrassed?”

Yuuri groaned. “Of course I am. Everyone is making it into a huge deal. This was a terrible idea.”

Murata frowned. If Yuuri really hated it, then he really never had a chance. “We can break up right now, if you hate it so much.”

Perhaps Murata wasn’t as good at hiding his emotions as he thought because Yuuri looked conflicted. “No, that would definitely interfere with class. Besides, that would let all the girls down.”

Of course, Yuuri couldn’t be perceptive enough to notice how Murata was feeling. “So, what do you want to do?” he asked.

Yuuri fidgeted. “Keep playing along at least until next week.”

“Okay,” Murata said with finality. “Then we have to go on another date.”

“W-why?”

Murata smiled. “We have to keep up the ruse, don’t we?”

Yuuri twiddled his fingers. “I guess so…”

“Let’s go to a movie tonight. That new romcom came out for Valentine's Day."

Yuuri gave him a questioning look. "You want to see a romance together?"

Murata shrugged. "Who doesn't like a good romcom? What? Are you worried it will create too much atmosphere?"

Yuuri's eyes widened. "O-of course not. It's just a pretend date, after all."

"Right. So, there's nothing to worry about."

Yuuri looked like he wanted to say something else, but that was when their teacher decided to walk into the room. He carried a giant stack of papers and a frown.

“It appears that you are all living the romantic dream.” The teacher slammed the papers down on his desk. “Every single–excuse me, not single–one of you had an excuse to not come in yesterday.” He surveyed the entire class. “If I find out any of you lied, a very long detention will have your name on it.”

Yuuri flinched at his words. Noticing, Murata put his hand over his. Yuuri glanced his way, but Murata just smiled at their teacher.

Shockingly, Yuuri actually showed up to their date wearing a decent outfit. Light jeans and a green t-shirt with the words c'est la vie across the front. Murata had once again put in that extra effort. He was also wearing jeans, but his own shirt was a nice red button-down.

They bought their tickets and headed over to the concessions. “What do you want?” Murata asked.

Yuuri fingered the bottom of his shirt. “I don’t have any other money. I already had to beg my dad for enough to get in.”

What a nice coincidence. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “My treat.”

He ordered them the largest size popcorn, two soft drinks, and a package of kinoko no yama to share. Yuuri’s brow creased slightly at the sight of the candies.

“We didn’t have any chocolate yesterday,” Murata explained.

“Yeah, but…” Yuuri trailed off, inspecting one of the tiny mushrooms closely. “Aren’t these kind of improper given we’re, uh, on a date?”

Murata chuckled. As he had hoped, Yuuri also thought they appeared phallic. “I’d say they are entirely appropriate. Tossing one of the chocolate candies into his mouth, Murata made a point of moaning at the pleasant taste. Then, he set perceptive eyes on his friend. “It isn’t like this will turn you gay, Shibuya.”

Yuuri gulped. “I know, but…” He rolled the mushroom in his palm before putting it into his mouth. Cringing the entire time, he chewed it.

“Delicious, isn’t it?” Murata grinned, hoping that Yuuri understood that he wasn’t only talking about candy right now.

The boy seemed more perceptive than usual because his gaze shifted uncomfortably. “Let’s just find our seats.”

The showing room was packed, but they managed to find two open seats near the back. Yuuri was silent as they waited for the movie to start. As soon as the lights faded, Murata carefully draped his arm over his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” Yuuri hissed.

“It’s a date, remember? Think of it as practice.” He could feel his friend shrug beneath his hand.

The movie was funny, and Murata took advantage of the humor to lean closer to Yuuri each time he laughed. By the end, when the couple finally admitted to the feelings they had been harboring for the other, Murata could feel his chest warm. This was so nice. Being this close to Yuuri, having him beside him and under his touch. If only Yuuri would feel the same for him so that he could do this all the time.

They parted ways soon after the movie ended. Murata hadn’t wanted to head home, especially since no one was waiting for him there, but he didn’t want to push things too far. He’d rather enjoy his limited time with Yuuri than start something he wouldn’t like the end to.

Things continued in a similar fashion. Eventually, their classmates settled down and mostly left them alone. He and Yuuri casually kept up the charade, and Murata was able to convince him to go on several more dates. Nothing actually seemed to be progressing, though.

It would be disheartening if he had actually gotten his hopes up. This was Yuuri after all. He wouldn’t be surprised if Yuuri didn’t have feelings for him, was so internally homophobic that he couldn’t admit it, or that Yuuri was so in denial that he couldn’t even tell whatsoever. If only Murata could figure out which it was, then he would at least know how to move forward. As things stood, he was left unsure whether or not it was worth it to keep up the ruse.

As nice as it was to touch him without it seeming weird, he was constantly reminded that Yuuri wasn’t as happy about the contact. Yuuri was constantly on edge, either from discomfort, internal conflict, or both. Murata was the one putting in all the effort to push things along, and at the end of each unprogressing day, Murata was left wondering if it was worth the effort.

If he gave up, at least he could relax and try to move past his feelings. Then Yuuri could do as he pleased and date some girl like he said he wanted. Although, Murata doubted that would ever happen. No, Murata was sure that he would end up having to be the one to play matchmaker for him, and Murata wasn’t ready for that.

So, continue the ruse he did.

The longer he kept it up, the more frustrated he became, though. Maybe what Yuuri needed was an outside source.

Murata made sure to dress up as nicely as possible for this date even though they were just going to the arcade. He wore the nicest outfit he could without wearing a suit. He knocked on the door, which was answered by Jennifer as he had anticipated.

“Oh, Ken!” she squealed, putting her hands together. “You look so handsome! Are you here for Yu-chan?”

Murata smiled. “You look nice as well, Mama Jennifer.”

She giggled and moved aside so that he could enter their home. “Yu-chan!” she called. “Ken-chan is here!”

“What could you be doing dressed so well?”

“Actually, Mama,” took a seat on the sofa, “I’m taking Yuuri on a date.”

“What?” she yelled so loudly he could hear it reverberate in his ear afterward. Rushing over to the sofa, she sat down beside him and took his hands. “Are you really dating?”

Murata smiled and nodded. “Yes, although…he’s being a bit difficult.”

Jennifer bit her lip, looking thoughtful. “I can’t say I’m surprised. He’s always been so “normal.” Is there anything I can do?”

“I’m not sure. I’m hoping he just needs a kick in the right direction.”

Smirking, Jennifer stood up. “A mother’s pep talk, then?” Without waiting for a response, she marched up the stairs.

Murata waited. He couldn’t hear their conversation, but he could hear muffled voices and a few yelps from Yuuri. Finally, his friend descended the stairs alone. Sheepish, he came over slowly and sat down in a chair.

“You told my mom,” he accused lightly.

“I’m getting sick of this game, Shibuya.”

Yuuri gulped and fiddled with the chair cushion. “Pretending?”

“Pretending not to.”

Yuuri’s eyes snapped up to meet his. There was fear there. He looked like a kid only now realizing that the car he was riding in was real instead of plastic and glue. “What?”

Good. If they were going to crash, it wasn’t fair for only Murata to get hurt from the impact. “I’m sick of pretending that I haven’t meant everything I’ve done or said.”

“You can’t mean–”

“Yes, I do, and I’m sick of not knowing which playing field you are on.”

“Huh?” Yuuri rubbed his wrist. “I’m straight!”

Murata glared. “I don't think anyone buys that delusion of yours. Tell me. Why haven’t you ever dated a girl?”

“Because…i haven’t met the right person yet,” Yuuri fumbled.

Murata wasn’t convinced. “Or you have but are too scared to admit it. You also said perso, not girl.”

Yuuri's eyes widened in response to the strike at his identy. “But…”

“Why haven’t you broken up with me?”

“We aren’t dating!” Yuuri insisted.

“Everyone else would disagree. Mama is ecstatic.”

“Our teacher said–”

Murata lowered his voice, finished with playing nice. “Would you marry someone to get out of detention?”

Yuuri jolted. “Marriage? It’s not like we’re marrying each other.”

“So what?” Murata snapped. “You just want to keep this up forever? You'll never get a girlfriend that way. But I guess you wouldn’t ever get one anyway.”

Yuuri looked taken aback by his real anger and reached out his hand. “Murata–”

“What am I to you, Shibuya?”

“My friend,” Yuuri answered somewhat uncertainty.

Murata heaved a breath. “Okay. Would you say that I’m your best friend?”

“Yes,” Yuuri answered immediately.

Murata relaxed a bit at that. “How did you feel on our dates? Were you uncomfortable?”

“S–sometimes.”

“When and why?”

“When you…touched me.”

Murata waited for him to explain, but he didn’t. “Because you hated it or because you liked it?”

“I…” Murata could see the wheels spinning in Yuuri’s head. “I guess it was nice.”

That was progress, but Murata wasn’t about to give up yet. “Because I was the one doing it?” he pressed.

“I guess?”

Murata sighed at the questioning response. “What about now?” He went over to his friend and cupped his cheek. “How do you feel now?”

Yuuri seemed to pulse with something. “I’m…scared I guess.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of…of myself!” he shouted, the words popping out of him.

Murata stared directly in his eyes, willing him to meet his gaze honestly. “What are you afraid you’ll do?”

Yuuri struggled under his gaze. His eyes shifted but couldn’t focus anywhere else. His hands moved, but eventually it was too much for the boy and he shot forward into an awkward, painful kiss. Their teeth hit together and Murata’s glasses titled halfway off his face as Yuuri’s face smacked into them.

It hurt, but still, Murata couldn’t help but laugh as the tension broke between them. After fixing his glasses, he rubbed over his lip. “Really, Shibuya? It’s like you’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Yuuri looked pitifully embarrassed. His face bent down. “Obviously, I haven’t! Stop laughing!”

Murata let out a few more chuckles before cupping Yuuri’s face again. He remet his gaze. “Let me show you.”

He kissed him this time, moving in slower and gentler. Their lips moved slightly over each other. Yuuri’s movements were hesitant, and Murata was fine letting him remain at that inexperienced level for now. It wasn’t like Murata himself had ever kissed anyone either; he just lucked out by having memories of doing so.

Yuuri looked a bit dazed when they pulled apart. “That was better than I expected.”

“See? You didn’t burst into flame from kissing another guy,” Murata joked. “Although,” he said, plastering a smirk on his face, “I’m sure I could cause that if you want.”

Yuuri shoved at his shoulder. “Stop that! Are you really such a flirt?”

Murata’s smirk turned more sincere. “I don’t know. It depends on whether you like the flirting or not.”

“I…I don’t know.” It was a surprisingly honest response.

Murata let the smirk fall completely, smiling kindly instead. “We should find out, then.”

“I guess…This is weird. Are we actually dating now? But we still can’t tell anyone because we were already sort of dating.”

Murata shrugged. “It’s not like they need to know. But think of it this way, now we can celebrate two anniversaries.”

Yuuri blanched. “You’re already thinking that far ahead?”

“Who knows what will happen, but it’s better to look on the bright side, right?”

“I guess so. I'm sure my mom is up there planning a wedding.” Yuuri hesitantly took his hand in his and inspected the image it made. “This feels…weird.”

“I’m sure you'll get used to it.”

Yuuri was silent for a long time. “Yeah.”

Murata nudged their foreheads together. “Oh, yeah. Shibuya, if it wasn't clear, I like you.”

“Ah!” Yuuri yelped. Then he closed his eyes and took a breath. “I guess like you, too, Murata,” he said quietly.

Murata squeezed his hand. It would take Yuuri a while to get used to things, but Murata could work with that. He was nothing if not resourceful.

[mortalheartache]

I would have put this in the comments because I don’t want to draw attention with a reblog but Tumblr is stinky and has a word limit + I don’t wanna bother you with 10 thousand notifs when I send the next part.

I’ll keep this brief and kinda vague because I value my own privacy and want to maintain yours because you’re deserving of that. I think I’ll respond to things individually.

On the “not speaking to me” point, I sent you an Insta DM a couple days ago and haven’t gotten a response from what I recall. I spoke in the group chat with your boyfriend 2 (?) days ago, but I was too tired to respond to what you said because I had other stuff on my mind. I’ve tried to reach out with more lighthearted things.

Uhh, about the being active on discord thing, I am but I’m also in servers with stuff for college, IRL friends and hangouts, stuff like that.

I think saying ‘oh so busy’ was a little snotty and unneeded. I am rather busy. I have school to worry about, family stuff, home, irl relationships, etc. No to mention, my mom is in the psych ward/is having intense health (mental and physical problems) which you have known about for months. That’s taken a large toll on me, even if I don’t talk about it often. I like to keep my real life and online life seperate, and don’t want to burden friends with my home problems because I like speaking to friends as a form of escapism.

I’ve reached out to you a lot, in my perspective. I don’t want to bother people by reaching out, all my friends can attest to that. I rarely say “hi” or something like that at random times because it’s not how I communicate. It isn’t a personal or malicious thing. In fact, I’d consider myself as someone who does that more often with you since we’re long distance friends which makes mundane interactions all the more important.

The important things you’ve messaged me about that I’ve ignored weren’t life or death in my opinion, the last thing I ignored was about not asking a mutual of mine why he blocked you. I think that would be awkward to ask, which I did express (albeit after the fact, which is my own fault and I accept that).

My boyfriend and I have been together for like 2 weeks. It’s still a honeymoon phase, so yes we talk a lot. He and I are getting closer together. We don’t text super often, though, and have only been together in person twice. I’d like to add that when I told you about him, you said you had a bad feeling of some sort, which I tried to accept and keep in mind. You also don’t know him, and I’ve known him for ~2 years as high school acquaintances. I don’t tell you every detail of my personal life, so it’s understandable that maybe you are wary of him.

I genuinely do appreciate the criticism, I just wish it had come at an earlier time. I wouldn’t say ‘selfish’ is the right word, maybe ‘preoccupied’. Granted I am biased in my own favor. I tried to help you with your social media following (won’t go into detail, but I’m assuming you know what I mean), and you said nobody had ever done something like that before besides your mother. I spent a long time thinking about you and trying to help you.

I’m thankful you cared for my wellbeing, I simply feel it was in ways that weren’t helpful to me. Fretting about my boyfriend is reasonable, but then getting upset and shutting down when I tell you it went well is a reaction that turned me off to talking to you about my life problems, out of fear you’d be upset if I didn’t take your advice.

I’m sorry things seemed to have ended this way, and I’m sorry I couldn’t provide what you needed in a friendship. I do truly wish you well, this isn’t for the whole public thing or looking good to others. You’re a sweet girl, you’re pretty and kind and one of the most deeply caring and intensely involved souls I’ve met. I wish you the best.

When did we have a falling out what? Why is this a public thing hello I’ve been off tumblr for like a week for personal reasons I’m so confused

You haven't spoken to me in, what, a couple of weeks or so? I tell you something important and you completely ignore it and ramble about something else, acting like I'm not even in the chat with you. You're active on discord all the time but can't even take a minute or two out of your "oh so busy" day to send a quick 'hello' or ask how I am, when I would do it all the time for you. I'm sick of being disregarded. Even if I told you this privately, you wouldn't respond to it, as I've seen numerous times. You only want to speak to me when you want my attention. You get with a guy and all of a sudden I don't exist.

I'm tired of giving my all to you when you don't give me jack shit in return. You're selfish, and I'm not going to let you drain me anymore. I spent so much time worrying about you, checking in on you, and every time I asked how you were, you couldn't give less of a shit that I was concerned for your wellbeing. That's alright, though. You don't have to worry about me bothering you anymore.

[yoursjaeyun]

needing you — sim jaeyun.

pairing. jake x fem!reader

wc. 2420+

sypnosis. you met with your ex from two years ago, and when he did, you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. and you needed help with that. luckily, your new boyfriend helped you, and he did what your ex couldn’t do. and you loved him for that.

warnings. smut (minors strictly dni), explicit language, blowjob (him receiving), unprotected sex (both receiving), angst, use of nicknames, mentions of breaking up/ex, crying. please tell me if i need to add more.

featuring. heeseung & chaewon

a/n. my second fic ohmygossshhhh, i cannot believe i finished this in less than 48hrs like help pls 🧍🏻‍♀️ I HAVE A HEADAAAACHHHHEEEE but anything for yall 🥴🫶🏼 alr yall, i actually need a break because i have a presentation coming up and i fr need to study </3 but when i finish doing that, i will definitely bake yall another fic straight the fuck up mwa 😘 actually hoping grammarly be worth it for this fic but anyway, i hope i satisfy yall this time with the ending 🥹 and everything is cute to me, i was giggling and kicking my feet while i was typing everything HAHSHSJJZ anyway i apologise about my last hee fic, because they broke up in this one… OKAY GOODNIGHT YALL. enjoy reading <3333 ( yall better thank me for spoiling yall frfr, okay actually goodfuckingnight. )

please read this fic first to know the storyline between the two, thank you my loves <3

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you decided to go to the club to get some free time for yourself after your recent argument with your boyfriend. it was because he got jealous. no, you got jealous. seeing him with this random girl at a café all dressed up? ‘wow.’ you thought, did you love him too much to the point where he got tired of you? you were tired of all the back-and-forth arguing, and he must be too.

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after ordering a few drinks, someone familiar came up to you. you squinted your eyes, trying to see who it was clearly. “y/n?” he got closer to you, now having a better view of who it was. “heeseung..” it was your ex, lee heeseung. you ended your relationship with him 2 years ago because of ‘personal’ reasons. not reasons,

because he kept leaving you.

“uhm. hi.. ?” he said as he sat down next to you. “hi.” you were nervous, and a little tipsy at the same time. “it’s been a while.” “yes, it has been.” you answered, you didn’t want to give a bad impression in front of him, especially while looking drunk, and depressed. so you quickly wiped your tears trying your best to look okay. “are you alright? apologies if i came unattended.”

“no, no its okay. and i’m doing just fine.. how are you?” your voice shaked, trying not to make eye contact with him. “i’m good.. what are you doing here all alone?” you didn’t want to tell him about your relationship with jake. what if he still didn’t get over you yet? ‘it’s been well over two years, so he must’ve already gotten a new girlfriend, or not’ you thought. “oh, i just came here because.. because i haven’t had drinks in a while.” you fakely smiled.

it was now silent and awfully awkward between the two of you. “y/n, look,” he talked, making you instantly turn your head to him. “i- i’m sorry for what i did, i swear i didn’t mean to-” “heeseung, stop.” you cut him off, knowing that he was going to apologise again the second he called your name. you don’t trust him, you don’t trust his words. he should’ve kept his promise last time.

“i don’t want you apologising to me anymore. it’s over right? and you should be over it too.”

“y/n, wait.” you took your purse and walked out, tears pooling in your eyes, not saying a word back to him.

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you slammed your car door as you rested your head on the steering wheel. you jumped when you heard your phone ringing, then seeing your friend’s name on the screen.

“chaewon..” your voice croaked as you answered the call.

“y/n? why do you sound off? are you okay? what happened?”

“nothing happened, i’m okay.”

“tell me.”

“its heeseung. i met him a few minutes ago. but i’m fine, don’t worry.” you assured her.

“what the fuck did that bastard do to you?! where are you? i’m on my way.”

“chae, it’s okay. he didn’t do anything. i’m fine and you don’t have to come, i’m going home anyway.”

you heard your friend sigh through the phone, you obviously needed her comfort. but you needed to sort things out with your boyfriend first without getting her or even anyone involved in your fucked up situation.

“y/n, i’ll leave you alone this time, but call me if you need anything, okay? be safe, i love you.”

“i will, and i love you too.” you then hung up the phone, looking at the time. it was already 10:42 PM, and you were exhausted but you still needed to get everything over and done with. you sighed before turning on the car engine and went on the way back to your apartment.

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you took out your apartment keys and unlocked the door, feeling the cold breeze from the ac that was on making you feel more relaxed. and seeing your boyfriend on the couch.

“y/n, you’re crying. what happened?” he walked up to you worriedly, noticing your red puffy eyes. “i’m fine.” you said, taking off your heels and started walking to your shared room, but you were stopped by a tug on your wrist.

“talk to me, y/n.” you tried your best not to cry in front of him, but it was too late. you already broke down in tears. jake quickly pulled you into his embrace, letting you sob on his chest.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry if i overreacted yesterday, i- i’m sorry-” you were cut off by jake’s sudden kiss. god, you missed his soft lips more than anything. you felt guilty, you felt guilty for not listening to him yesterday. one of your bad habits is most likely jealousy, and you hated it getting to you. you were way too head over heels for him, and you still are.

at the same time, you didn’t want to tell him about heeseung and what happened earlier or in the past, you didn’t want to let jake down by talking about your ex right in front of him.

jake knew how much you were struggling the past few days, and hes trying to make it better. but he can’t seem to, because he thinks he’s pushing you too much. but you’re the one who’s pushing him. “stop apologising, it’s okay.” he let out a small laugh after he pulled away from the kiss, then cupping your face in his hands, staring at the pool of tears in your eyes dropping down onto your cheek

“it’s not, jake.. i’ve pushed you away too much, a- and-” “y/n, stop. no, you haven’t. i’m not going anywhere besides just being with you and you only, don’t worry.” he reassured you as he wiped your tears with his thumb, then placing a kiss on your forehead as he pulls you in closer for another hug. he continuously strokes your hair, and it made you calm down a little bit. you realised you were lucky to have someone like your boyfriend, you’re the opposite of him but he practically knows everything about you, which makes everything better so he can be more aware of your personal space.

“are you okay now?” he asked, pushing away the strands of hair from your face. you nodded, sniffing after, still holding onto his waist. your eyes were still puffy from all the crying, and you needed rest,

but what you needed the most right now, is him.

“it’s late, do you want to take a shower first? i’ll wait for you in the bedroom.” he was gonna get you a towel, but you stopped him by pulling his wrist. “i need you, jake..” his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you said that.

“make love to me.”

“i don’t want to hurt you even more, baby. your tired, not right now, okay?” he said caressing your face. "you won’t, and i’m not tired. please?” you begged, you lied about not being tired, but you were dreadfully desperate for him.

“y/n-” he was cut off when you pulled him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, deepening the kiss more and more. “bedroom, now.” you mumbled against his lips, you both walked towards the bedroom, still kissing. you gasped when your back hit the door, jake held onto you, preventing you from falling as he opened the door with his hand that was behind you.

jake plopped you on the corner of the bed, he quickly took his shirt off and threw it to the side, giving you a direct view of his abs. he continued to hover and kiss you passionately while his hands were on both sides of your head.

your hands roamed everywhere on his smooth skin, making you want to take your clothes off as well. fortunately, jake read your mind. his hand went to unbutton your silk, ivory collared blouse. then going behind your back to unclasp your bra, your mouth fell open from the pleasure as he started to kiss down your neck, placing opened-mouth kisses.

he reaches your breasts, and places kitten licks on your bud to tease you, making you whimper. finally, he closed his mouth onto your boob while he plays with the other. although, he did keep teasing you which made you annoyed, but in a good way. you loved his teasing.

you pulled him up and kissed him again lustfully. then rolling him over, making you the one hovering him. you pulled away from the kiss, earning a loud smack from it, you quickly stood up to take off your work pants, now revealing your black-laced underwear, giving him a show. “fuck. you make me go crazy, princess.” he whispered, smirking while biting his lower lip.

in the meantime, jake pulled himself up to meet the headboard of the bed, catching his breath, his lips were now swollen from all the kissing. he then spreads his legs out, as he waits for you.

you then crawl towards him, now in between his legs, firstly giving him wet kisses on his stomach, going your way down to his bulge. you slowly undid his pants, along with his boxers in one move. his cock sprung out, hitting his abdomen. it was blushing red and leaking pre-cum, waiting for you. and so, you took it in your hands, eliciting a low groan from his mouth.

you stroked his hardened cock a few times before teasing him with kitten licks on his tip. he threw his head back, as he gripped onto the sheets. you took his dick in one go, now bobbing your head up and down, sucking him in all the right places.

“fuck.” he muttered under his breath, he then grabbed the back of your head, helping you go faster. he let out a shaky breath as you picked up the pace, making sloppy sounds while taking him all in. you put your hand on the base of his dick, stroking it up and down, synchronising with your head while still sucking, making you gag.

“y/n, i- i’m close. fuck.” you went slow this time, waiting for him to reach his high.

“swallow.” he demanded. in an instant, his hot cum filled up your mouth, you obeyed his words, and swallowed it in one go. “good girl.” jake pulled you up, now straddling his lap, he connected his lips onto yours again, tasting himself from the leftover cum that was left on the corner of your lips.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he asked as he stared at your eyes, pulling away from the kiss. you pushed away his sweaty locks from his forehead being hesitant for a little bit. you love jake, very much. so much. and you do want to do this, so bad.

“yes. i’m sure, jake. i want you, so bad.” he smiled at your words before attaching his lips onto yours again, his arms swathed around your waist, as yours were on his shoulders. your hands ran through his fluffy, black hair making him hum into your mouth.

he tugged at your underwear indicating that he wants it off, you immediately lifted yourself up for him to slide it off with ease. your soaked hole now aligning with his cock, you pumped it a couple of times before slowly putting it in. “jakey.. fuck.” you mumbled, you swore you felt his dick twitch in you as you called him that nickname.

“come here.” he pulled you in, hugging you by your waist to help you move. “we’ll go slow this time, okay?” you nodded as he placed soft kisses on your shoulder ensuring that he won’t try to hurt you.

you dug your nails into the back of his neck as you started to rock your hips back and forth, throwing your head back from the immense pleasure.  “so fucking tight on me, fuck.” he muttered, before letting his mouth fall open from how good you felt around him.

he hugged you tighter as you picked up the pace, making him moan even more. he places opened-mouth kisses on your breasts, sucking your bud before they become swollen. you held onto the headboard behind him balancing yourself as you become weaker, he then placed more on your chest, giving you hickeys on every spot.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you rode him faster, both of you getting close. “cum in me.” you whispered against his ear as he was just about to pull out of you. the room was filled with your moans as you felt his cum painting your velvety walls.

you let your entire body drop onto his chest, you had no strength left to lift yourself up from him as he was still inside you. he stroked your hair, then intertwined his hands into yours, placing a small kiss on your knuckles. he lifted your head, staring at your hazy eyes from how tired you were. you still felt his cum mixed with yours running down your thighs, too exhausted to open your eyes to stare at him back, instead, you just smiled.

he chuckles softly at how cute you were. he slowly pulls out of you, grabbing a tissue to wipe under your thighs. he then carried you bridal style to the bathroom, placing you on the counter as you were still leaning on him, too worn out to do anything else. he grabs his clean white t-shirt to put on you, along with clean panties, helping you put it on.

he carried you back into the room, carefully placing you on the bed. jake gets on the bed with you as well, tucking you in as he lays behind you, arms wrapping your waist. you turned around to face his body to be more comfortable in his embrace, you snuggle your head under his chin, putting your arm on his chest, now dozing off, feeling the warmth of his touch as he massages your back, gently patting your head as well.

“i love you, so, so much, y/n,” you finally felt safe in his arms, all you were thinking about now, was how you were lucky to have been chosen by him. you wanted nothing but to wish to stay with him forever starting from now. “and i’m never, going to leave you.” he whispers, dozing off with you as well.

“i love you too, jakey.”

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