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Would be a shame if someone was here 2 help get me off, a real real shame. Tragic even.

[ettawrites]

Naruto Boys genin discovering that reader is a girl?

Did this take me an insane amount of time to finally write? Yes. Have I been depressed and high? Also yes. Anyways!! Sorry I’ve been dead for 2 months, I’m back 😊 enjoy!

Genin Naruto Boys Discorving You’re a Girl

Includes: Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Neji, and Rock Lee

Warning: some shadowing of misogyny/bad writing

Context: You are from a different village and are attending the chunin exam, you never disclosed your gender cause it wasn’t a huge deal to you, but pre puberty you were mistaken for a boy.

Naruto:

- he only found out cause you got kicked out of your motel room cause you had an arguement with the person who runs it

- You had befriended him when you first arrived and became friends as you thought he was funny (and kinda lonely.. and he followed you around and you felt bad)

- You had asked to stay at his apartment for just a couple days cause you were also mad at your teammates and sensei

- He had started to change in front of you and you shrieked for him to go to the bathroom

- He was dumbfounded, as it was normal for him to change in front of his guy friends

- When you started spewing out how it was inappropriate to change in front of the opposite gender his face was like a big “HUH”

- “But you’re a guy???”

- “No I’m not!”

- “Yes you are!”

- “I think I would know Naruto”

- His face is flushed and all he can do is let out a small “oh..”

- it was awkward for a couple minutes as he goes to the bathroom to change and when he comes back out he sits across from you on the floor

- As Naruto was as a genin, he was a bit insensitive and so so curious, he asked you a billion questions

- He didn’t really care that much, he still considered you a good friend and honestly was kinda happy you were a girl

- Admires you a whole bunch, considering how strong you were and that you were a girl and a girl and.. wow a girl, you’re a girl?

- Might develope a small (huge, majorly huge) crush on you

Sasuke

- hated that he admired you, you had saved him during the Forest portion of the Chunin exam

- You guys became somewhat friends outside the exam, and by friends I mean he had showed up where you were and kind of just lingered around like a creep

- Soon the lingering turned into small chit chat and then sparing with each other

- He had only found out you were a girl when he over heard your teammates talking about you

- He kept this information to himself, a bit astonished as he had just assumed you were a guy

- “So.. are you a girl?” He had asked mid spare, catching you off guard for a second

- “Yup”

- “Cool”

- And that’s how it went on the outside

- On the inside.. sasuke didn’t know how to feel, he was use to the girls in the village drooling all over him and here you were just his… friend? No weird intentions attached?

- It never was brought up again and Sasuke tried not to treat you lesser as he knew you could handle yourself

- But he did every so often stare intently at you, trying to find the “girl features”.

Shikamaru

- This know it all.. did not know

- Your dad was friends with his dad and you were staying with them for the duration of the chunin exam

- You and shikamaru haven’t met prior to this, via him not knowing your gender

- Obviously you guys become friends, as it was natural since he sees you everyday plus you were pretty funny

- You guys were walking around the village and you had asked to stop so you could use the bathroom

- When you started to walk into the women’s, he was shocked and grabbed at your arm to draw you back

- “That’s the girls?”

- “Yeah….?”

- He kinda just looked at you, taking in your confused expression and he let go of your arm and nodded

- “Oh..Kay..”

- when you came back out, you guys started walking again but you had realized the silence was much more awkward than it usually is

- “So… I’m a girl,” you explained, hands shoved in your pockets as you stared ahead

- He nodded, a bit upset with himself for never clueing in that you weren’t a boy

- How didn’t he know? He talked and saw you ever single day since you first arrived, he should’ve been the first to clue in

- “You don’t act like a girl, no offence,”

- “Sorry… I guess?”

- You guys just go back to your daily chit chat

- He will most definitely stay up late at night obsessing over how he didn’t know

- And also most definitely be intrigued and grow a teeny tiny crush on you…?

- Never brings it up though

Neji

- He had actually befriended your teammate first, your team and his team formed an alliance during the forest exam

- The boy genins were all planning on going to the offsprings and when he asked your teammates to tell you they brushed it off and said you won’t be going

- He got upset cause he thought they always threw you aside most of the time

- He had came up to you after your training session with your sensei and started talking about the offspring’s

- “Why are you… inviting me?”

- “Cause.. all the boys are going?”

- “I’m not a boy”

- All too formal Neji had his jaw to the floor

- He now realized why your teammates looked at him weird when he asked if you’d be coming to the offspring’s with them

- “Oh..that’s unfortunate..” he replied, stunned and embarrassed

- You kinda just gave him a weird look “me being a girl is unfortunate?”

- Cue Neji feeling overwhelmed and stupid and he’s just sputtering out non sense and just leaves

- He avoids you for a couple days

- Comes up to you and formally apologies

- both of you start to hang out and develop a friendship and every so often you tease him about mistakenig you for a boy

Rock Lee

- You had asked him to train you as you wanted to advance in Taijutsu (pretend he only got fucked up a lil during his fight with Gaara)

- The month leading up to the finals, you guys actually got along nicely

- You considered him one of your really good friends

- After a training session, you both went out to get some ice cream and were sitting on a bench just talking about random things

- Rock Lee started talking about Sakura and his big crush on her and asked if you liked anyone

- You had said you kinda found this boy intriguing

- He, completely innocent was like “okay! I didn’t know you swung that way,”

- “Wait what?”

- “Well you like the same gender…? it’s totally okay,”

- “I’m a girl,”

- Rock Lee just gave a awkward big smile as he looked at you and blinked

- “Wow!” He finally says after a couple minutes

- He goes back to eating his ice cream

- Is pretty much the chilliest out of the whole genin, he’s honestly good vibes all around

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DESCRIPTION: gojo satoru and geto suguru are the jewels of your university. glued at the hip, you have your eyes set on one of the best friends, but you should already know to expect double the trouble with this packaged deal.

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

WC: 3.8k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem reader, afab reader, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, some derogatory terms like s!ut :c), university!au, frat!au, characters are in their 20s, oral (fem receiving), gojo is a douche (sorry!) with a soft spot for you, gojo and geto are both taller than reader, gojo wants you sooo bad you don’t even know, dubcon if you squint, annoyances to… something else!, implied 3sum but that’s for part 2 ig bc i got tired. enjoy!

A/N: first fic here yayyyy pls support (kiss kiss

they were those boys in your campus. every university had them, or so you’re told. the ones to be proud of, but also weary of. the ones who could show you a good time you’d probably regret the next morning. the ones you’d tell stories about and never really forget.

at your school, that was geto suguru and gojo satoru. you heard they knew each other since high school, best friends back then and best friends now. they were part of the most infamous party house, the most awarded college teams, the most scandalous groupchats, the most torrid bathroom stalls conversations. everybody knew them, every guy wanted to be them, every girl wanted to be with them. you know the drill.

and although this was only your second year, you’d had enough run-ins with them to know exactly what they wanted — and what you wanted, too.

the two were truly inseparable despite not being all that similar, just like brothers. considering the stories you’ve heard, that proximity would be almost weird if they weren’t so hot. but that’s a can of worms you don’t want to open and, most importantly, don’t need to open in order to sit on geto suguru’s dick.

because of course it’s geto. 

sure, gojo is hot — in a really fucking annoying way. in a way that makes you want to slap that stupid grin off his face every time he ogles you and your friends at a party. you’d go for it, really, if you didn’t have to live to see the next day. you knew gojo would never let you act like it never happened, and not in a romantic way, but in a disgusting braggy way. 

gojo satoru is hot as fuck but you’re not built to handle him, if you’re being honest. not innocent enough, not devoted enough, not googly-eyed and pink-glossy-lips-drooly enough. gojo satoru was complicated like that. he came with a warning label as big as a cvs receipt in which big bold red letters warned DO NOT TRUST. and you knew better, anyway. 

but geto? geto was pretty much perfect. his looks were sweet, dark and kind of edgy, like a black kitty with really sharp teeth. he had really cute fuck me eyes and really big veiny hands and a really cool manbun and you wanted to sit your ass on his fat sick. it was simple math. 

the only thing that preoccupied you, though, was his reputation. and not his manwhore reputation or his party animal reputation or his fucks-hard-and-doesn’t-cuddle-after reputation — no, who cares about that. what worried you was his reputation with his best friend gojo satoru. 

ever since you enrolled at your university you’ve been hearing rumors. apparently, the two of them were so close that they shared everything. everything. 

would never let a brother go hungry and all. 

so yes, there was the slight possibility (only corroborated by, i don’t know, the hundreds of girls you’ve heard the same story from) that geto would want a threeway. 

you, having sex with gojo satoru? you can’t say you’ve never thought about it. you did have that one class together, your freshman year. in retrospect, the fact that he was your senior and taking the same elective as you should’ve been enough of a red flag. 

by the end of the first lesson he came up to you and told you to text him if you ever needed any materials for the class, almost sounding sincere before shrugging and saying, “i’m just on top of things. by the way, would you like to be one of them?”

and scene. 

that was your first impression of gojo satoru. 

if you two fucked a year after that initial offer of his, would it be comical or tragic? he’d never look at you the same way — that is, he’d stop looking at you like he can see your tits through your shirt with x-ray vision and start looking at you like he has seen your tits because he will have. and that sounds annoying. 

but whatever. you’ve heard the stories of how gojo fucks, after all. it’s not like it would be a bad time. 

and tonight seems like the perfect night to make a stupid decision like that because geto looks so fucking delicious in a hawaiian shirt (how is that even possible?) leaning against his yucky frat’s wall and sipping a beer. 

god, you want to bite him. is that weird?

“is that weird?” you turn to shoko, who so kindly accompanied you to another house party with the promise of free, gojo-sponsored liquor. “i want to bite geto.”

shoko looks disgusted, all too acquainted with your ramblings about the guy. her eyes scan around the room before settling towards the kitchen. “i’ll leave you to it, then, and go get a drink. do not abandon me until i’m drunk enough to be by myself in this shithole.”

you nod to her before she’s off to get her fix. and you’re gearing up to get yours, adjusting your skirt and correcting your posture until a too familiar, grating voice yells out from behind you:

“yo!” 

you sigh, rolling your eyes before turning around. 

“gojo.”

he throws one of his long arms over your shoulders, pressing your sides together. your fingers absentmindedly go back to your skirt, pulling it down. 

gojo has to lean down to talk to you, his face hovering over yours. you can feel how hot his torso is against you, his white shirt already completely unbuttoned. it sends a shiver down your spine. 

“long time no see, cutie,” gojo’s breath is warm against your ear, his voice high to be heard over the music. he gestures with his solo cup, “how are you finding the facility?”

you look up and give him a tight smile. “gross as always! is there something you want, or…”

he laughs heartily, and you feel his whole body rattle against yours. you huff in annoyance, antsy to get a word in with geto before he’s occupied. 

“so mean to me!” he looks down at you and if it weren’t for his sunglasses, that he wears indoors at nighttime like a dick, you’d be able to see his eyes looking right down your cleavage. “just when i was coming here to do you a favor.”

you can’t help but laugh at that. 

“what in the world could you possibly do for me?” he lifts an eyebrow and your finger flies up in between your faces. “don’t answer that, actually.”

“i came here to tell you a very interesting secret,” he sing songs right into the shell of your ear, earning another shiver from you. you take the cup from his hand and sip, too distracted to know what it tastes like. nibbling on the plastic rim, you gesture for him to go on. 

gojo’s smile grows that much darker, that much more sinister, a dimple appearing on the side of his cheek. 

“a little birdie told me suguru’s dying to screw you tonight.”

your demeanor must visibly brighten at that information because gojo lets out another lurching laugh. your eyes instinctively zero in on geto, across from you, who’s either doing a really good job of pretending he doesn’t hear the two you talking in the doorway or is genuinely clueless as to what his best friend is saying about him. 

you force yourself to regain your composure, shoving gojo’s solo cup into his bare chest and wiggling out of his hold. “and you care because?”

but you suspect you already know the answer to that. he puts his hands up in mock surrender, and god, your height difference is kind of reeling. 

“like i said, ‘s just a favor,” you eye him suspiciously. he continues, “he wants to fuck you, you want to fuck him. i’m just being a nice guy.”

right. nice guy. 

“and who says i want to fuck him?” you try to play it cool, even though you probably know as much as satoru knows as much as suguru knows that you’d crawl on your knees towards geto right now if that meant you could put his cock in your mouth. 

and who could blame you? 

“playing dumb?” gojo pokes your cheek. his voice grows thicker, “cute. look at you,” and he does, hungrily, eyes scanning your entire form and making you feel oddly self conscious. 

he snakes a hand around your waist and leans in close again, whispering into your ear, “all dolled up just for him. in class with me you show up in other dudes’ hoodies but for darling suguru you dress slutty. everyone knows.”

you inhale sharply. what is he playing at? is he trying to get into your head or what? people dress up at parties, people want to fuck people, it’s a thing. god, gojo is so unbearable. 

you scowl up at him. 

“first of all,” you rip his hand from your waist and he lets it fall limply by his side. “second of all, again, how is that any of your business? salty you can’t get laid without the hotter best friend’s help?”

gojo just smirks, huffing out a chuckle through his nostrils. “you don’t have to worry about me, sweetheart. although i have to say, i do worry about you…”

“what? why?” you can’t help sounding sincere at his words. he twirls a piece of your hair with his index finger. 

“‘m just saying, what kind of best friend would i be if i handed you off to suguru without taking you for a test drive first?” gojo’s disgusting, he’s audacious and cocky and it’s doing something to you. you find yourself uncharacteristically quiet as he continues, “i mean, for all i know, you just might break once he gets inside.” 

“you’re ridiculous,” you manage to utter, feeling too small and too warm. geto is no longer in your line of sight and neither is shoko and you rapidly start to feel like you’ve fallen into the lion’s den without realizing. 

“you know i’m right,” and you don’t, really, you don’t think he’s right at all but why do you want to prove him wrong so badly? “c’mon, baby, lemme break ya in a little.”

that seems to snap you out of it. “ew. you’re disgusting, where is—“

“ugh, i love it when you degrade me,” he groans sardonically, hand leaving your waist and grabbing your hand instead. “come on. i’ll take you to him.”

whatever that feeling was just then, you shake it off and relunctantly let gojo guide you through the sea of bodies in his living room, the two of you earning some whistles from his friends. eyes too busy scanning for geto, you’re surprised when you suddenly end up in front of the bathroom. 

“quick pit stop!” gojo tries. you roll your eyes. 

“you won’t even try to take me to your bed? like, you live here,” you say. 

gojo is grinning. “nah, nah. room’s for the main attraction,” he winks and turns the doorknob, letting you go inside first. what a gentleman. “this shouldn’t take long.”

the bathroom door muffles the loud music outside, leaving your ears ringing in the silence. gojo looks like a douchebag, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, shirt unbuttoned and wet with some sort of liquor, and your eyes do not dare scan any lower than that. 

you suppose he is a douchebag.

but he sounds so painfully sincere when he whines low in his throat, “wanna kiss you so bad.” 

you laugh at his face, pushing yourself up to sit on the counter. 

“i’m serious,” he says, taking a step forward. you instinctively open your legs a little to make more room. 

“you want to what, ‘break me in’, you said?”

gojo laughs and that doesn’t sound sincere at all. he takes another step towards you, slotting his hips in between your thighs. 

“suguru’ll like it sloppy,” and that’s all the explanation he gives you before he’s closing the distance between you two, crashing your lips together. 

you should be feeling ill at his words. you should be pushing him away. if you had any self respect, you would. 

but his hands on you feel so good, he’s kissing you like, yeah, he wanted to so bad. his grip on your hips is almost bruising, pulling your body closer to his so he can grind against you. 

you moan into his mouth and he’s quick to return it, tongue pushing up against yours hungrily. you feel like you’re being devoured, the kiss all encompassing, but it’s not bad, it feels so so good and gojo is so good and—

he breaks your kiss to command, “wrap your legs around me,” and you do so immediately. 

his hands push your skirt up, grabbing your ass and pulling you that much closer to him. you tug on his hair, grinding down hard against him, and he lets out the sweetest, most pitiful moan that sends your head reeling. 

“gojo…” you say his name but you don’t know what for, don’t know what you want or what to ask or what to say, all you know is yes and good and more. “satoru—“

gojo whines and presses his lips to yours desperately, grinding his hard on against your clothed pussy. he’s big, you can feel him all over your cunt, and you suddenly need all these layers between you gone. 

“fuck, let me see,” he swallows hard, pushing your shirt up fully. “lemme see those tits baby, that’s it—”

you puff your chest out when gojo pulls your bra down. you expect him to go for your boobs but instead he goes back in for a kiss, panting into your mouth. 

god, it’s too much. for how collected he acts one hundred percent of the time, seeing gojo satoru disheveled is a power trip. 

“touch me,” you mumble against his lips. 

he gives you a few pecks, nibbling your bottom lip before pulling away. 

“fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” gojo says, one hand grabbing your tit and another pulling your panties to the side. the cool air on your dripping core makes you shudder, and you feel yourself gush at the slightest brush of his fingers against you. 

he bends down to pop a nipple into his mouth and you arch your back, gripping his hair hard, ‘cause apparently he likes that. you both let out a unison moan as he sucks, saliva audibly swishing inside his mouth. 

you know it’s gonna leave a mark, he’s gonna leave a lot of bruises as he bites and sucks and keeps you distracted while he slips a finger into your wet core. 

you suddenly regain conscience and remember the man working your body with nothing more than his hands and mouth probably has a pretty painful big hard cock inside his pants, so you reach out to help him. 

“wait,” he says, mouth popping against your breast, “wait, you can suck it, i just wanna—i gotta do this first, lemme—“

that’s all he says before giving you another kiss and dropping to his knees. 

you’re obviously not going to complain, you can neglect his dick just fine, nevermind the fact that you want it inside you immediately. but in the meantime, gojo’s got two fingers pumping in and out of you and he’s about to put his face between your legs. 

it’s beautiful, it’s a lot, you want it so fucking bad and it shows. 

“so fucking wet, all f’me” he lays his tongue flat against your clit and licks a fat stripe up your pussy, making you groan in anticipation for what’s to come. “been thinking of this pretty pussy for so long.”

“yeah?,” you whine, brushing some hair away from his face before coaxing his head closer to where you want it. gojo moans in response and starts working his tongue in tight circles over your clit. 

fuck, is gojo satoru in a frat bathroom the best head you’ve ever had? he might be, with the way he expertly rubs his fingers against your walls, instantly finding that spongy patch that makes you jut your hips out. 

“fuck, right there,” you grind against his face, delighting yourself in the debauched moans he makes against your cunt. not only does it feel good, it looks so fucking hot and you can’t tear your eyes away. “stay right there, you’re so good.”

the way he eats it like he needs to, like it’ll save your life, like this alone is enough to make the both of you cum, you can’t help the too-honest praise tumbling from your lips. 

“yeah? tastes so fucking good” he mumbles, rubbing a thumb over your clit. you nod, bottom lip held tightly between your teeth. “play with your tits, baby, those juicy fucking tits, do it for me.”

you obey, head hanging back in pleasure. you keep one hand anchored firmly in his hair, your fingers gripping so hard they start to tingle. 

you shove his face closer, earning a deep groan from him. he noses at your pussy, replacing his fingers in your entrance with his tongue, fucking in and out of you. your breathing has lost all rhythm, your chest feels tight and on fire and a bead of sweat rolls down your back. 

you can faintly make out gojo asking do you like this? just like this baby? and all you can say in response is a string of “yeahs” and breathy little moans. they almost sound surprised, and they might be, because every twist of his tongue and every brush of his fingers knocks the breath right out your lungs. 

it’s so much pleasure that it doesn’t make sense. you think, suddenly, this is why people do drugs, this is why people develop addictions because you have no fucking clue how you’re supposed to live without gojo satoru between your legs from now on. 

“satoru. i wanna cum,” you whine, mind to mouth filter completely obliterated because all you want to do is fucking cum for gojo satoru. message relayed. 

“fuck yeah, baby, you wanna cum? i’m gonna make you cum?” he’d sound pathetic if you didn’t know how much of a whore he was. his fingers go back inside you and speed up ever so slightly, his lips wrapping around your clit. gojo’s tongue works you over and over and over and all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears and the sound of gojo swallowing every few seconds. 

he doesn’t stop, mumbles his dirty talk right into your pussy, like fucking cum for me baby cum all over my face yeah do it i’m gonna make you cum so hard god you look so fucking sexy wanna fuck you so bad, and you don’t want to know why but it makes you all the more intent in coming the hardest you ever have. 

you grip gojo’s hair and grind into his face mercilessly, revelling in the gurgling sounds coming from between your legs. 

“ohhh fuck, fuck, satoru i’m so close, just keep doing that, yeah just like that—“ gojo groans, using his free hand to play with your nipple. 

it’s too much, it’s too good, the coil in your belly that’s been building up since you started entertaining the idea of maybe getting laid tonight finally snapping. 

you’re sure you’ve never been this loud as you cum, hard, you can feel it gushing out of you and right into gojo’s awaiting mouth. with ringing ears and trembling legs, you find purchase in his hair as you keep cumming for him. 

the muscles on your thighs seize up as you ride out your orgasm against gojo’s face, your feet trying to find any sort of balance or solid ground. but you wiggle desperately in his hold, the man below you fulfilling his promise of drinking every last drop of you until the two of you are satisfied. 

you’re catching your breath when gojo finally pulls away from you, his face and neck flushed as you’re sure yours are. your back falls against the foggy bathroom mirror, chest rising and falling dramatically as you catch your breath. 

he finally stands up, sneaking a very obvious hand down his pants to readjust his erection. once he catches your gaze, he smirks at you. 

you try to roll your eyes, you really do, but what comes out is a slow, languid blink. you’re completely fucked out and he loves it, leans in to kiss you so fucking deep you taste yourself all over his mouth.  

before you can do anything else, anything more or less than kiss him back, you hear three knocks on the door. 

they’re gentle, nothing like the sound of a pissed off college student, murderous because you’re hogging the bathroom. 

gojo pushes himself away from you, grinning. “right on time.”

he grabs both your tits in his hands and plants a wet kiss on one, then the other, before pulling your shirt back down. 

you’re still dumbfounded, your overworked body slumped against the bathroom counter. 

before you have time to react, gojo’s opening the door to let geto suguru in. 

your body jolts, legs closing shut in what’s almost abject horror. you nearly forgot he’s what you came to this party for. 

it feels like you got caught red handed, and it must show on your face because geto shakes his head and laughs that pretty, sexy laugh, waving a hand around to tell you it’s okay. 

“please, don’t stop on my account,” are his first words to you tonight. 

you would say something if you weren’t sure your voice would fail you. but like usual, gojo satoru can’t stay quiet for too long.

“all done. she’s too easy” he announces cheerily, but the funny thing is, he doesn’t leave. instead, geto lets the bathroom door close behind him as he crowds in. 

you realize this space is far too small for two very tall men, most definitely far too small for whatever is about to go down between the three of you, and your calming heart starts to race again. 

“hey, pretty,” geto reaches out and wipes the side of your lip. “having fun?”

you can only nod, looking at gojo satoru of all people for answers.

he looks at you like he hasn’t just eaten your pussy with the intensity of a starving man, like he wants to do it again, right now. 

geto is sporting a similar look of hunger, looking between you and gojo and quickly assessing the situation that just happened here. 

this is weird. this is so fucking weird and so stupidly hot. 

“wanna take her for a ride next?” gojo asks geto like he’s not talking about a person, like you don’t have a say in it, like you belong to the both of them to play with, and it turns your brain to mush. 

geto smiles, handsome and dangerous. 

“what do you say, honey?” this time he addresses you. you swallow hard, looking between the two men in front of you. gojo grabs the outline of his hard cock through his pants, a reminder that whatever this is, it isn’t over just yet. “down to have double the fun?”

[hearts4golbach]

Hey can I request y/n surprising Billie at the Grammys? Thanks

Double-Winner.

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader.

a/n: sorry this is so short, i had no clue how to fulfill this tbh but i tried my best! hope you like it x

"bil, for the last time," I sighed heavily, "im not going to be able to make it. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

billie whined on the other end of the phone, "it's not the same, ma."

I continued packing my suitcase. "I know, babe, but you know I have a huge meeting that I can not miss."

she grumbled, "I know." I heard water running and movement. "Wish me luck." she muttered as she began to brush her teeth.

"i'll be manifesting for you," i joke, walking to the bathroom to prepare my toiletries. "You're going to win the grammy." i reassure her.

i could hear her take a deep breath and sigh. "Yeah, hopefully. i think i should go to bed, big day tomorrow." she cheesed.

"Alright," i say dramatically. "If you have to."

she made a kiss noise, "i love ya."

"i love you too. Text me when you're up." i kissed her back before she hung up.

i checked the time on my phone, silently thanking billie for hanging up at the perfect time. i zipped up my suitcase and threw on my slides before walking out of the house. i double-checked to make sure the door was walked before i drove off towards the airport.

the cool winter breeze caught me off guard as i stepped out of my warm car. i dreaded all of the airport security traffic. it took me forever to get through everything, but i had finally made it on the flight that would take me to surprise billie.

i found out 3 hours before she called me that the meeting was canceled, and i decided i was going to surprise her. i booked the fastest flight and sound one that was perfect. i was surprised it was still available.

i sat peacefully on the plane, drinking Sprite and eating the iconic honey roasted peanuts. of course, i spent the whole time worrying over billies' reactions. would she be mad that i lied to her? i pondered back and forth, defending each argument for yes and no over in my mind.

the loud, robotic sounding woman over the speakers awoke me from my sleep. i rushed to get off the plane as i only had 2 hours to make it in time to see billie. i went to the nearest airport restroom and changed into my stunning dress that i had been saving for a really special occasion. it was a long, ruby red silk slip dress. it had a slit in the right legs and was long enough to trail behind me. i had straightened my hair before i left, and it had managed to stay intact. i did quick but elegant makeup and called my Uber.

the wait for the Uber was spent getting cat called by older men while waiting for billie to text me back.

me: How's your morning going, babe? i miss you

billie ❤️: it's going good, just doing hair and make up

billie ❤️: you?

billie ❤️: i miss you sm mama

me: just been thinking about you

billie: i gotta go get dressed, text you after ❤️

me: sounds goood

the Uber arrived and took me to my hotel room, which i had to rush to get ready since i was running late.

i basically threw on the dress that complimented hers, so i had enough time for makeup. luckly, i didn't like to do heavy makeup.

whenever i was finally done, billie texted me.

billie ❤️: god everything reminds me of how much i wish you could be here.

billie ❤️: theres an extra seat at the table for some reason

me: hm thats weird, dont worry, though i have the live video pulled up right now

i lied as i climbed into the Uber. i told the man my destination, and he began driving. butterflies were building up, and i couldn't wait to see her reaction.

i made it right in time, making it in time for the music related awards. i chatted with Lizzie Grant, one of my favorite music artists, as i waited for billie to leave the table so i could sneak in.

whenever they finally announced the first award for "what was i made for?" she got up and walked onto the stage.

i slid into my seat quietly, waving to finneas and claudia, who were in on the surprise.

i admired billie on stage. i was so proud of her. I couldn't contain it. a stupid smile spread on my face as i saw her bright smile on stage.

"Thank you so much. i really couldn't have done it without y/n and finneas. i love you too, and im so sorry you couldn't be here, baby." she blew a kiss to the camera, which i knew there'd be edits of later on.

she walked back, thanking all the people who congratulated her as she walked by.

she was only a few feet away whenever she made eye contact with me. her face lit up, and her smile grew. she ran towards me, pulling me out of my chair and capturing me in a tight hug. she peppered my face in kisses before finally meeting my lips. she held her lips on mine, and i didn't want her to pull away.

"You actually made it!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"How could i miss it?! my meeting got rescheduled, but i was planning on surprising you anyway. so everything worked out in the end." i explained.

"When did you get here?" she asked, her smile never fading.

"literally 2 and a half hours ago." i laughed, my arms snaking around her neck. "im so proud of you, bil."

"Thank you, mama." she pecked my lips once more, "i love you."

"i love you more." i smiled, "youre amazing. you deserve this so much."

billie went on to win another grammy. needless to say, we celebrated a lot that night.

[linos-luna]

My Queen (Pt. 4) 🔪

Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt 5)

Warnings: delusions, Stockholm Syndrome, toxic relationship, yandere

—————————— 👑 ———————————

Gently, Hyunjin braided your hair, adding little flowers and clips, making you feel special. After months of staying indoors, you finally convinced him to go on a date outside, beyond the usual garden or park outings.

It’s not that he didn’t trust you, he just worried about someone stealing you away. As he finished tying your hair, you discussed the day's plan.

"So, first the cafe?"

"Yes, love," he nodded

"Then a walk through town and maybe some shopping?"

"Mmhm..." he nodded, a bit nervous.

"And dinner at the end?"

"Yes, only the best for you, my queen," he replied.

"That makes me happy," you said, turning to give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Thats good," he smiled, the nervousness fading as your affection warmed the moment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 👑

You took a sip of your hot mocha, sighing with comfort as you took in your surroundings. It was so nice being out in public. Fresh air and the warm smell of coffee had you feeling good.

It was a chilly day and Hyunjin had you dressed in a skirt with warm tights and boots. While at the cafe, he would be eyeing any and all people in the surrounding area. No one should lay eyes on his queen. No one here is worthy of her presence.”

Due to drinking a large Iced Americano, Hyunjin had to take a bathroom break. He wanted to be quick, but he knew you wouldn’t move.

"Y/n? Is that you?"

You hear a familiar voice and turn around. It was a friend.

"Oh, hi Jihyo!"

"Where have you been?" The girl asked while coming right up to you.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been gone for months! We thought you were kidnapped!"

"Oh I’m okay. I'm not kidnapped. Hyunjin brought me home."

"Hyunjin?” She said with a pause. “That weird guy who likes you? Did he kidnap you?"

"No, he brought me back to the castle."

"The cas— y/n, that's crazy talk! He kidnapped you! He's not right in the head.”

“What do you mean?” You ask with the tilt of your head.

“You’ve been gone for months!” She said frantically. “How could you let him keep you imprisoned like that??”

“Oh no.” You replied. "He's the love of my life,"

"Y/n, he's brainwashed you," Jihyo said, grabbing your wrist.

“How has he done that—?”

Hyunjin returned, glaring until Jihyo let go. "Who is this?" he asked.

"A friend, Jinnie. We were catching up, right?"

"Y/n..." Jihyo spoke cautiously. "We should hang out sometime."

"Yeah? Maybe you can visit." You added excitedly. “Jinnie, can Jihyo visit the castle?"

"I'll think about it," he said.

"Come on, darling," Hyunjin said, pulling you away. "Let's go; I want to get you some pretty jewelry."

"Okay! See you later, Jihyo!"

Your friend watched as the man lead you out. She was incredibly worried. Yeah she was glad you’re okay but she’s also worried about how you spoke. What has he done to you?

~~~~~~~ 👑

“What were you talking with your friend about?” He asked while getting back to the car.

“Not much really.” You said with a shrug. “She’s just been wondering where I’ve been.”

“What did you say?”

“I said that you took me home. Back to the castle.” You said with a smile.

Hyunjin sighed with relief while leaning in to give a quick kiss.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, my love.”’

~~~~~ 👑

After some shopping and him just spoiling you in general, you found yourselves at a restaurant. Nothing too fancy but still nice.

As you waited for your meal, Hyunjin, rubbed your hand and admired the new necklace he'd given you. He had an even bigger surprise planned and was excited. When the food arrived, you felt awkward; you were used to him feeding you.

"Sorry, Love," he apologized, noticing your hesitation. "I didn't mean to make you wait!"

"It's okay, Jinnie.”

Ignoring the curious looks, Hyunjin cut up your food and fed you, even taking care of your drink. It might have seemed strange to others, but they figured it was just a cringy couple thing.

After finishing, he ordered dessert, a slice of cake for you to share along with ice cream.

As you waited, Hyunjin stood up next to you, taking your hand.

“Y/n, my love.”

“Yes?”

“You are the most beautiful and amazing woman ever. No one compares to you, my queen.” He continued. “I wish to spend all eternity with you. I wish to rule by your side forever and ever.”

“Hm?”

After getting on one knee, he pulled out a ring from his pocket, one he had bought earlier in secret. “Will you marry me?”

You covered your mouth in shock. So unexpected! You could feel as the others in the restaurant turned their heads at the interesting scene.

“Of course I will!” You said with a smile, hugging him tight as he stood up. This illicited the surrounding patron to clap and cheer. Believing that this was so sweet.

Some tears rolled down your cheeks as he slipped the ring on. “I love it, Jinnie.”

In this moment, you felt so happy. Surrounded by cheering people and your loving boyfriend— no Fiancé! You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him. The love of your life.

[mahitomylove]

Mahito is desperate for your attention - Part 2

Mahito x Reader, fluff, no smut

Mahito offers to shower with you

Part 1

"How about we shower together? I could wash your back and stuff." Mahito shrugged.

"Are you serious?" you rolled your eyes. You could hear your own heartbeat, loud, against your chest. Part of you could only hope he'd say yes.

"Don't worry," he raised his hands to show you how serious he was, "I won't do anything stupid...!"

You paused for a minute, processing what he said. Did you hear that right? This would be your first time showering with someone else, you were so nervous.

"I heard humans become so flustered when someone offers to shower with them," Mahito thought to himself as he awaited your reply. Kenjaku had told him about it, and he was curious to try it on you ever since. Your reaction did not disappoint, it was just like he expected.

"Well?" he took a step forward, smiling. 'It's okay if you don't wanna."

"No, I d-don't mind."

"Yaayyy!!"

You went to the bathroom, preparing towels and letting your hair loose. Mahito simply stood, the door open, as he watched you. After you got the water to the perfect temperature, you stopped, turning to look at Mahito. It felt extremely awkward, you knew what you were supposed to do, but couldn't.

"Are you just going to stand there?" you asked Mahito, who's lips curled up into a smile after hearing that. He swiftly removed his shirt, tossing it away. The smile never left his face as he ripped off his pants. Your eyes involuntarily went to his crotch, only to find out he had nothing there. You brushed it off, assuming curses didn't need organs to reproduce.

"You didn't need to do that... I'm not giving you any clothes after that."

"Don't worry, I have plenty!" He rushed inside, pushing you aside as he stood in the shower. He joyfully screamed your name. "Why don't you get in?"

"O-okay..." You took off all your clothes, but chose not to remove your underwear.

"You gonna shower like that?"

You remained silent.

"I mean, sure, if it makes you comfortable!" He transfigured his right hand to a weird object looking like a chair. "Sit here!"

"Uhm, that's not necessary," you said, bringing an actual chair as you sat on it. "Do I really need to sit?"

"Yes, you should get comfortable," he answered. You blushed, averting your gaze in embarrassment. It was the first time someone treated you with such kindness. Maybe meeting this cursed spirit wasn't so bad after all.

"You don't need to be so thoughtful, Mahito... You're a really nice person."

"This feels so nice..!" Mahito said with a smile as he used your shampoo to wash his own hair.

You shot him an annoyed expression. "I take back what I said," you grunted. "You're an idiot."

He simply giggled in response, "want me to do the same to you?"

"No- I mean... never mind. No."

"Stand up," he ordered.

"Whatever," you said, rolling your eyes as you stood up.

He hugged your waist from behind; you could feel his breath against your neck. "You know..." he whispered, "you've been very cruel to me today. I only wanted to hang out with you, but you kept ignoring me."

"..."

"It made me very sad."

You didn't know if he was just lying or if he was being genuine, but he sounded hurt. His voice made it clear. He somehow made you feel bad too, even though you objectively did nothing wrong. "Sorry. I didn't mean to," you blurted out.

"It's okay. I'm glad you're choosing to spend time with me."

"Hey, Mahito"

"Yes?"

"You do realize we're wasting water right now, right?"

"Right!"

Mahito let go of you, gesturing you to sit on the chair. He gently rubbed your back with some soap, occasionally playing with your hair.

"Mahito, thank you for everything."

He burst into a fit of giggles. "What's with this sudden change in attitude?" he said, wiping a fake tear off his eye. This annoyed you, so you splashed some water at him. After realizing how silly he was, you decided to go along with him and laughed as well.

"You know, I think we should shower together more!"

"Agreed!"

[blueishspace]

Hero Villain God 6

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Chapter 2

*Grian's pov*

It was Mumbo to suggest putting Ariana Griande online, something about the internet having more reach. He even offered to provide you with equipment... you know he's hoping to use your income to fund his villany... you don't really care for money but you find it weird he's investing so much on your "career", did the song you sang to him really entranced him that much?

Technically you know how it works, the internet is ripe for your domain. Phisically though? You are the god of chaos ...not technology and you never really cared to learn too much about it before this moment... You though it would be like making that meme of HotGuy but no... Video and Audio Editing is so extremely tedious.

You also finally build the persona of Ariana Griande, by telling Mumbo you are her you have limited your form to a variation of "Grian" ... Still you have fun with it and Mumbo looks like he's having a great time looking at her too.

Your first video as Ariana is nothing worth talking about, just the cover of soldier poet king that you have already sung to Mumbo a few days ago... It gets 5 views by the end of the day... You could push it along with a bit of divinity but that's not nearly as fun as letting the channel grow organically. You do get one comment: "Oh lord, your voice is divine!" which is very ironic... And amusing.

Your second Ariana Griande video is another cover, at this point an orginal song wouldn't make sense. It doesn't do much better but Mumbo seems to enjoy it... Perhaps you did put too much divinity in it because Mumbo takes a minute to recover after listening in... hopefully the effects will be less intense when viewing the video at a later date.

You distract yourself from the channel for a moment as Mumbo interrupts you. He is as anxious as ever and stumbles on his words but you can understand the gist of what he's trying to say. He's going somewhere and was wondering if you wanted to join in, you don't have much to do right now anyway so you easily accept.

The coffe shop he brings you is pretty small but it surely has a certain cosiness to it... It isn't that which attracts your attention though. There is a familiar presence here, you can feel it. Hotguy is here, what are the chances?

You get up under the excuse of going to the bathroom and walk toward the man that your divinity tells you is Hotguy... without his uniform yes, but it's him nonetheless. You approach and- he turns suddenly and accidentally spills his coffee on you...

...

...

..Calm down, Grian. Do not smite the mortal. Do not smite the mortal. Do not-

"Oh! I'm so so sorry! Are you ok?!"

"I- *breathe in breathe out* yes. Just didn't expect it"

And that is true, you didn't... somehow.

"Do you need something to clean yourself with-"

"No no, calm down, It's fine"

You say it to Hotguy as much as you say it to yourself...

"Are you sure -uh...?"

"It's... Grian" Then you remember about human identity, you are leaning. "... He/Him"

"Oh! Well Uh I'm so sorry about this Grian, uh wait, I should introduce myself too! I'm Scar! Uh- He/Him Nice to meet you... Well not nice since I dropped my coffee on you but-"

Oh you can't stay angry at him if he's going to act like that. You just can't.

"It's not your fault...and It's nice to meet you too"

This too isn't a lie, after all you still don't know how you managed to not notice the coffee was going to fall on you.

You turn to Mumbo, he must have seen what happened because he looks like he doesn't know wether he should get up and help or to stay in place and mind his own buisness...he's just kind of half standing?

You'll have to cut this meeting short but perhaps...

"I have to go now but if you really want to make it up to me you can buy me coffee sometime in the future"

You put your hand in your pocket and generate a piece of paper with your number on it. You then take it out and offer it to him before going back to Mumbo.

"Grian?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you fllirt with the guy who spilled coffee on you?"

Uh? Did you? You don't think so at least.

"I have no idea what you are talking about mister Mumbo Jumbolio"

"... That isn't my full name??"

"Are you sure?"

"Y-Yeah???"

"If you say so Mimbo Jimbo."

[olderthannetfic]

I'm IWTV-wank-avoidance-asking Anon and it kinda missed me that it would be a wanky topic lol I was trying to see if the show is worth watching. A lot of my mutuals are posting IWTV gifs so I assume it's good, but I was curious if anyone who read the novel would think "Better read the novel". I don't realize an asking-for-rec ask would be wanky, but now that I think about who the writer is, it kinda makes sense. My bad lol

--

Ahahahaha.

Around here, I don't think anyone is precious enough about Anne Rice to start the genuine version of this wank, but Rice fandom can be... uh... very intense even on top of Rice herself having been the queen of drama.

You know about Red Beans Anne Rice, right?

Many years ago, Anne got all butthurt about a tacky-ass restaurant taking over an abandoned building that she'd had Lestat being emo in in one of the books. Instead of gothic atmosphere, it was now very PINK and LOUD. So she wasted money taking out ads in the local paper as Lestat trying to shame the restaurant owner... at which point a bunch of other restaurant owners also wasted money to respond in newspaper ads saying that they welcomed fellow businesspeople. It all ended in the restaurant's grand opening and people with plates of "Red beans Anne Rice" (i.e. red beans and rice).

--

Anyway, I read the first book back in the 90s when I was like 15. It's decent from what I remember. The thing that made it iconic when it came out in 1976 was that it was pretty heavily pushing the vampire=drug addict metaphor. This is everywhere in sexy goth sadboi vampire media now, but it wasn't as much of a thing at the time.

It was also very, very gay but in that way where (at least in the first book), nobody really says the word. That meant something in the 70s. Even by the 90s, it wasn't such a big deal, and it's a big nothingburger in the 2020s.

Book 1 is Rice dealing with the death of her child. It's all about suicidal feelings and Catholic weirdness. The main character is Louis, a.k.a. Rice's self-insert (which she confirmed herself).

Books 2 onward are about Lestat's dick.

He becomes a rockstar, vampire-bones the ur vampire, which causes him to mega level up, thus enabling him to thwart her plot to kill all men on earth aside form a few for breeding purposes, bodyswaps so he has a working penis again, fucks a nun, swaps back, gets Louis back by trying to commit suicide and accidentally getting a tan, etc... Much, much later books are about the other bonkers vampires, most of them more in the horny rockstar mold than the sad mommy of dead baby one.

In book 1, Louis is a depressed plantation owner who eats a bunch of his slaves among other fucked up shit. Claudia, their vampire daughter, is a small child who is upset about being stuck as a kid forever. One of the more disturbing parts is when Louis finds out she's fucking adult men. Lestat turns out to be a French nobleman with mommy issues despite Louis thinking he was only pretending to be upper class.

-- The TV series moved the entire plot much later in history, made Louis black, and gave him a spine. Some racists cried about this and some of tumblr cried about how it was offensive to take the plantation owner and make him black instead of doing that with the other one.

The show also made it more overt that Lestat is an abusive jackass boyfriend. This apparently came as a surprise to people with poor reading comprehension. Others have wanked about fans still liking Louis/Lestat instead of Louis/less terrible boyfriends. But... like... It's IWTV. What did they expect?

(So yes, some book fans will be immensely wanky about the show. Ignore them.)

Also, I hear they fuck on the show? Rice's vampires don't have working junk, which we know because Lestat stands in front of an entire wall of mirrors in the most bougie bathroom ever in Akasha's evil lair and discusses how his penis—I mean "The Organ"—no longer does anything.

Also, Armand in the books is the 14-year-old kept boy of a Renaissance painter with a harem of boys or something like that. (It's been a very long time since I read these.) Shit like this never makes it into the adaptations.

--

If you're curious about the history of vampire media or about a certain kind of Southern gothic shit, sure, read the books, particularly the first one with its radically different tone and much greater historical importance.

The old movie is a decent adaptation of book 1, though it makes it less gay (or at least removes Louis' weird boner for his dead brother) and messes with the ending in a way that would have made sequels veer off from the books. I haven't seen that other old movie with Aaliyah, but it looks like a campy time capsule of baaaad movies of that era.

Anyway, no, you don't need to read the book before watching the show. They changed a massive amount of stuff.

I'm in more of a Chinese media phase right now, but a bunch of friends have watched and said the show is genuinely good.

[ada7201]

hi ada! may I request something very similar to the "only girl in blue lock" request? the reader is a bit more closed off and keeps to herself- like rin. but she's not mean just a bit sarcastic, and she's friendly-- like not hard to approach. although the guys in blue lock might be crushing on her, she's only focused on one thing and one thing only, becoming a successful footballer. she has a good relationship with her teammates, joking around with them and all-- her skills are still extraordinary! you can totally ignore this if you'd like, no pressure pookie <3

hello! this sounds so cute, and im happy to do your request! here you go!! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)

my apologies if this was short, i didn’t know how to write it so that everyone could like her - and i didn’t really know how to write y/n as reserved, but i tried 🤍!

hope you like it ^ ^

a girl at blue lock? 𖦹 version 2

❥ blue lock x female reader

“THERE’S NO WAY SHE’S BETTER THAN ME!!” “calm down.” “she probably is…” “SHUT UP!” “i hope she’s cute!” “you think she’d be into me?” “how was a girl even let into blue lock?”

wow. that’s a lot of voices…

as you walked into the room - room Z? you were greeted by the voice of way too many people.

“hello! you’re the girl everybody’s talking about, right!” another voice would ask from behind you, a sickeningly polite smile on his face.

oh, it’s that boy who decided to talk back to Ego.

“mhm.” you respond with a hum, walking past him with your eyes focused on the floor. he seems a bit too… charming. did he think he was going to win you over?

you found yourself a nice corner - near lockers or something? and wow, that’s a really muscular guy.

you stayed quiet, choosing not to interact with him either.

“hello.” he said, looking down to you.

wow. just great.

“hello,” you smile politely, glancing at him briefly before shuffling through your bag again.

that bug eyed bowl cut freak was nice enough to let you bring it, so you guessed that you should be grateful.

“HEY!!” a voice shrieked out from behind you. another? and has he had any water today? why is his voice so dry?

“hm?” you turn around - eyes widening as a figure rushed towards you.

what’s with that grin on his face?

“SHOW ME WHAT YOU’VE GOT!” he shouts, before crashing straight into you.

you and the sharp toothed boy crashed straight into the muscular man with a loud “thud”

“ouch-“ you were cut off by the loud boy’s hand straight on your mouth as he stood up, towering over you.

does he not have any manners? what’s his deal?

“are you alright?” the orange haired male asks from behind you, placing a gentle hand on your back. “i’m sorry about - him.” he’d sigh.

“mhm… yeah.” you groan, shuffling away from the two boys. is this how it’s going to be like for the rest of… blue lock? yeah, that’s what it’s called.

he stood up, holding a hand out for you to take aswell. you gently held his hand, standing up. you turned your head to the weird teeth boy, sending a soft glare his way before looking back up at the muscular man.

“thank you.” you mumble, letting go of his larger hand.

the whole tag game went by pretty fast, with most of them avoiding you - why?

it’s not like your weak. you could argue that you were probably the best player in the room.

were they trying to be gentlemanly? how pathetic.

the evening soon came, and you were not very pleased to hear that you had to share - yes, share - the bathrooms with the rest of the team.

how wonderful.

“y/n! you getting into the shower yet?” a bald headed boy - no, buzz cut - sang from behind you.

“no, i’m gonna escape from blue lock - of course i’m getting into the shower.” you scoff, side eyeing the boy before looking back to your bag - making sure you’ve got everything.

“without me-“ he was cut off by a slap to the back of his head from - Chigiri?

“thank you.” you smile softly the red haired boy, picking your bag up. it seemed that he was also heading for the showers.

he didn’t look like the pervert type, so maybe it’ll be fine. his skin is pretty clear, too. he reminds you a lot of a girl from your school.

“no problem. you mind if i join you?” he asks simply. was he… avoiding eye contact?

“i don’t mind.” you say, rather quietly.

he nods in response, nodding towards the entrance to the bathroom. the two of you started walking, both staying quiet.

each game with team Z was exciting, and with you being the great player you are, it’s no surprise how you guys made it that far.

“y/n right?” a little voice said from behind you.

you were stood in the cafeteria, munching on some food that you have been basically dying for. who was that boy, again? oh. Niko, you think.

“yup.” you say quietly, before taking another spoonful of the rice in front on you. it wasn’t extremely delicious, but you could live with it.

“you’re a good player.” he says in a soft voice, walking towards you. “i watched some of your matches.” he adds, sitting down next to you.

“oh, thanks.” you respond, glancing over to him.

“y/nnnn!” Bachira giggled from the entrance, followed by Isagi and Kunigami who walked behind him.

“oh, hello.” you say quietly, looking back at the three boys who just arrived before looking back at your meal.

Niko looked over to Isagi, his eyes narrowing slightly. he was so lucky - he got to be on a team with a pretty, and talented, girl like you. how dare he.

the three boys appeared behind you, Kunigami placing a hand on the top of your head. Bachira looked down at your food, before looking at your eyes.

as soon as you blinked, he swiped your food and took a few spoonfuls.

“ah- hey!” you exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing as you glared up at the dual haired male.

Kunigami chuckled, along with Isagi. “i can give you my food, if you want?” the orange haired boy offered, ruffling you hair a little.

“no, thank you.” you say softly, followed by a sigh. “i’m probably gonna head to the showers anyways.” you add, getting out of your seat. “bye everyone.” you wave them goodbye, before making your way towards the showers. Chigiri had promised to share some of his hair and skin products with you, if you shared your face masks with him.

so, that’s exactly what the two of you did! you were sat on the bathroom counter, smiling happily to yourself as you placed the face mask onto your face - Chigiri’s slim hands reached out, helping you smooth it out as he tried not to smile, causing the face mask he was wearing to crinkle. but it was just so hard - you’re so cute!

the two of you had a nice time, until Bachira decided to ruin it by running in, graciously wearing a towel - that was about to slip.

that wasn’t a very fun experience, you would say.

the night was just like any other, with Raichi clinging onto you in his sleep - mumbling curses and sometimes even managing to hit you. how did he do that… while sleeping? at least he was nice enough to apologise in the morning when he woke up.

“i’m- sorry.” he grunts, folding his arms as a blush covered his cheeks.

he wouldn’t ever admit it, but it was actually kind of nice to wake up next to a pretty girl, hugging her no less.

during the second selection, it was an understatement to say your team missed you.

couldn’t say the same about you, though - you trained hard, and managed to be one of the first to get out - go you!

until you saw him - Itoshi Rin.

you couldn’t lie, he’s real hot. but you have a goal - to be the best striker in the world!

Ego allowed you to join up with Rin, Tokimitsu, and someone called Aryu who would not stop talking to you. something about being beautiful?

you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks growing warmer at his compliments.

Tokimitsu would mumble apologies every second, saying things like “im sorry for being in your presence, y/n” “i don’t deserve to breathe around such a pretty girl” he was quite a cute guy, you wish that he would have a little more self confidence.

and there was Rin - he was a bit like you, so the two of you didn’t talk to each other much. not like you wanted to, anyways.

your only goal is to become the best.

“you’re a good player, y/n.” Rin would compliment shyly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“thank you.” you respond politely, cheeks growing warmer - at this point, you think your cheeks will explode from how many compliments you’ve gotten!

[darkeralmond]

yeees i would definitely enjoy a celebrini fic <3

EYES LIKE SIRENS

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Pairing: Macklin Celebrini x Emilia Richardson

Summary: While Emilia’s is on another date in an effort to get over Macklin, she reminisces on her past HOCO proposal which made her realizes how much she likes Macklin

Warnings: Implications of sex, but no smut

Apricot Speaks: hi guys!! i missed u all sm!! i have been working hard on these and ive also been wondering if i should post these on wattpad too. lmk and pls support my writing!!

“Emilia, this is really starting to become a problem,” Clara called out from her bed. I rolled my eyes at her comment, but due to how small our room was, she saw my reflection causing her to add,“Don’t roll your eyes at me. It is a problem and you know it. This is the 3rd guy in the span of 2 weeks.”

Finally looking back at her, I replied, “Shouldn’t you be proud of the fact I’m not home moping around like I was before?” When I look back, I intensely stare at myself as I focus on acquiring the perfect cat liner.

Behind me, I heard her sigh as she jumped off her bed and making her way into the bathroom. She stopped next to me and though I wasn’t looking, I could the disapproval as she stared into the side of my head. “Maybe if you stare long enough, you can burn a hole into the side of my head and I can cancel this date.”

“Ha,” She answered dryly. I finally looked over at her when I finished the second eye with a smug smirk on my face. “Why do you even wanna go on this date?”

“Because I need to distract myself from brooding in bed all day.” I played with my hair, perfecting a natural messy but sexy look.

She huffed again signaling her distaste in it all, but it wasn’t her concern what I was doing with my free time. Even if it was in an attempt to get over M- someone. “Is your location shared at least?” She asked, raising her brows as she did so. There are so many things she does which resembles my mom which annoys me, but it at least makes me feel somewhat comforted in a way.

I smiled slightly as I answered, “Yes, Clara. I’ll text you where I’m at at times, and I’ll send the safe word if things go south.” Even with my best attempts at reassuring her that not everything will end bad, she still has the same disapproving look on her face. “Clar, I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry.” I took her hands into mine in my final attempt to assure her I’m grown and can make my own decisions.

I understand Clara’s concern, but what she doesn’t realize is that I know my date’s intentions. I knew this was only going to be a free meal followed by a one night stand, it’s basically what I signed up for when I hopped on these dating apps. All the dates she’s referring to could be considered more as hook ups and actual romantic dates. It’s what I need right after Macklin. Dammit, there goes my 10 minute streak of not thinking of him.

Sometimes I think she has mind reading super powers the way she’s able to redirect the conversation without me saying anything. “So, who’s the lucky bachelor tonight?” She asked as she holstered herself onto the sink counter.

“Jason Redding. He goes to NYU for business.” She bumped her shoulder against mine playfully, causing a small laugh to bubble out of me. “He also plays hockey, which is weird ‘cus I didn’t know they had it there.” Normally I steered clear of hockey players, but somehow Jason landed right into my DMs and it was a love story from there. And by love story, I mean his opening line being ‘This is why I prefer blondes.’

And they say chivalry is dead.

He didn’t make any effort in hiding his true intentions, which I appreciated since other ones did. He suggested taking me to dinner at a very fancy Italian restaurant before taking me to his dad’s hotel located nearby to stay for the night. Now why he was in Boston, I didn’t know.

Well that was until Clara said, “Oh! They play the boys on Tuesday. That’ll be interesting.” I forgot that Macklin had said something about playing NYU in their opening game. If I had known that I definitely would’ve cancelled on him, or never answer him at all.

“You can say that again,” I mumble. I heard my phone ding with a notification, prompting me to look down and see a message from Jason. “He’s here. I’ll text you when I leave the restaurant, alright?” I grabbed my coat off the bed and shimmied into it before tossing my purse over my shoulder.

“Please be safe!” She called out as I left our dorm. I heard the door shut behind me as I made my way towards the elevator.

When the elevator doors shut, I let out a long exhale. Not a nervous exhale, just one final sigh before I put on a fake facade for this guy for the night. Why be myself when he won’t stick along long enough for him to cherish it. I used to not be this way.

I used to be jittery going down this elevator to go out on dates. Now I felt numb and ready to get the night over with. I knew there were no feelings attached to any of these hookups that spawn in my lap, so why worry over something that’s not gonna progress. Let alone affect my future.

I thought my feelings would change eventually. That I’d meet the right guy and feel all the waves of emotions I used to feel in the past, but I haven't. It was my fault I wouldn’t either, so I knew not to feel sorry for myself.

As soon as I stepped out of the building, I wished I would’ve picked a warmer outfit. The weather in early January Boston was hellishly cold and my tights did nothing to prevent the wind from freezing my legs. At least I looked good in my skin tight leather dress.

I wasn’t suprised when I approached Jason and caught him eye fucking me. “Well, hello to you.” When I was in close enough proximity, he wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. I didn’t expect this type of contact so soon, but I didn’t tense up either. I had more in store for me later anyways. “You look even better than you do in pictures.”

My fake laughs had become more convincing the more of these “dates” I go on, but at least this one was giving me stuff to work with. “You’re not too bad yourself,” I said, and I wasn’t lying either. He was super attractive. Brown eyes, blonde hair, a chiseled chin with peach fuzz. He just wasn’t my type.

He opened the car door for me, so I crawled in. The car felt so warm, causing me to melt into the seat. Before shutting the car door, Jason said, “Yeah, don’t fill up too much. I’ll have desert waiting for you in the room.” I was waiting for him to say something along those lines and it didn’t even take 5 minutes. I closed my eyes momentarily as I let the heat thaw me out.

On the way to the restaurant, it was silent minus the sound of traffic around us. With nothing else to entertain me, my mind had resorted to reminiscing on the past.

It gave me a healthy reminder on when I was young and naive, I used to fantasize about my soulmate sweeping me off my feet in a grand romantic gesture in front of a crowd of people. Guys, like Jason, have lowered my expectations of having an Uber paid for me when I used to appreciate aftercare.

…

Junior Year

I would like to believe that since my break up I was doing an incredible job on focusing strictly on myself and school. That, however, went out the window when I came to the realization that it was going to be my first homecoming dance without Westyn.

I stared at my ceiling above, taking in all the teenage version of One Direction staring back down at me. If only one of them could come to life and save me from this catastrophe, preferably Zayn. “I don’t know, maybe I should text him and ask. It will be my final time ever interacting with him.”

“Please don’t make me drive over there and snatch your phone away from you so you don’t do anything stupid,” Macklin replied on the other end of the phone.

I laughed as I rolled onto my stomach before responding, “Then you’d be late for your game.”

Without missing a beat he said, “Then, I’d risk being late for my game then.”

“Aww, you do really care about me. I thought you were heartless,” I teased him.

He scoffed, “It’d be for my own sake so I don’t have to hear you complain about him ever again.” I rolled my eyes and laughed again. He got serious again when he said, “Look, I’m sure someone will ask you soon. It’s still a month away.”

I dramatically groaned before flopping back on the mattress. “But I need to get my dress now!” I took the phone off speaker as I brought it up to my ear. . “I’ve already decided pink is my color this year and I wanna be able to find something glittery and unique.”

The sound of him driving was replaced with his laugh which caused a smile to appear on my face as my face grew warmer. “Alright, I’m pulling into the rink now. My parents will be there to get you in an hour so please be ready. Oh, and, Emilia?”

“Yeah?”

“It’ll happen,” He said in a low, almost secretive, tone which made my stomach flip for some odd reason. “Alright, see you later.”

I say bye and hang up, looking at the time on my phone. I should start getting ready now since the Celebrinis will be here in the next hour, but for now I stay laid down in my same position. . I continue to stare at my One Direction poster as I let my mind race with a million thoughts at once.

Ever since the night of Westyn and I’s break up when I came crying to Macklin, something changed within me. That night I saw some sort of spark in his eye which made me reconsider everything. His eyes drew me in like a siren, but I was able to break away and leave before anything could progress.

It had to have been my imagination, because the next day things were normal between us. Maybe it didn’t happen or maybe it’s the way Macklin naturally looks. Whatever it was, that look was dangerous.

I heard my phone ding, causing me to pick it up. Macklin had shot me a text which read:

I know ur still laying down, get up.

…

I didn’t feel crazy anymore for the way I was feeling in bed, because waiting for Macklin to come out after tonight’s win felt different. His parents didn’t help soothing my nerves any, as they were also acting weird. Like they were anticipating something.

I continued chucking it up to my own paranoia until Macklin came out of the locker room and I noticed his mom now held up her camera. “Hey, you!” He greeted me with a cheesy grin as he came out, holding his arms out for a hug. With my brows furrowed, I still accepted the hug because I wasn’t going to leave him hanging just because of my own derailing thoughts.

Without skipping a beat, Macklin’s mom announced, “Let me take a picture.” Macklin spun me quickly to face her, and part of this felt rehearsed. His grip on my waist as we posed for the picture felt tight that if I tried to squirm out of it, I would fail miserably. As my head rested against his chest, I could hear his heart racing. Maybe it was just due to post game adrenaline rush, but he also seemed nervous. I watched as Macklin’s parents, specifically his mom’s, faces lit up as they looked past us which made me think something was occurring behind us.

As if Macklin noticed it too, he glanced back as his grip loosened. I also turned my head, but in an effort to do so, I noticed a bundle of bright flowers against the black sweatshirt Macklin was wearing. I gawked at the arrangement of different pink flowers which were wrapped with a pretty pink bow. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he held them out for me to take.

Accepting his flowers, Macklin gently held onto my waist as he diverted my attention to the scene behind us. I was greeted by five of his teammates holding up poster paper spelling out ‘HOCO?’ with joyous grins on their faces.

I could feel my jaw beginning to cramp, indicating how long it had been open due to the amount of surprises thrown my way in the span of a minute. I thought Macklin had been acting weird about Westyn because he liked me, but it was really because he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going with Westyn.

Even though I felt relieved that my initial guess was wrong, for some odd reason my heart felt a sudden pain at the thought of Macklin not liking me. That’s a good thing though… right?

“Emilia?” Macklin spoke up, grounding me back to reality. I looked over at him and noticed the panicked features embedded on his face.

I laughed as a reaction to everything before answering, “Yes, duh!” I threw my arms around him as I grinned from ear to ear. People around gave subtle applause while his teammates cheered loudly.

When we pulled away, I captured the same look that I saw the night I came to him crying. That same longing look. My heart dropped as I swiftly shifted my eyes to look elsewhere, breaking eye contact that made me want to risk everything.

“Now, you have to find a different way to ask me to prom,” I joked as an attempt to distract myself from what could’ve happened.

He laughed before responding with, “I’m sure you’ll have a new date by then.” With that, he put an end to the delusion I’ve had for the past month. I simply nodded my head, looking back down at the flowers.

…

Now

Jason’s hand found its place on my leg, bringing me back to the present as I looked in his direction., “Are you ready to head inside, gorgeous?”

For the first time tonight I felt something that wasn’t numbness, disappointment. Disappointed that I wasn’t looking at Macklin’s smiling face. Disappointed that I let things slip through my fingers because I couldn’t balance my chaotic life.

Swallowing that feeling down, I nodded my head and answered, “Yes.”

As I was escorted inside, my head kept reeling back to what Macklin could be doing right now. What if he was seeing someone as well? What if he’s actually moved on?

No matter what I keep telling myself, thinking about Macklin is inevitable. How am I capable of moving on whenever he breaches my mind every minute of every single day. There was no possible date that could solve this yearning.

[eliasgold20]

Elijah the Gold Prep pt. 2

After walking out of professor Percival's office, Elijah found himself in the passengers seat of his car. The vintage vehicle matched the professors office, a shimmering bright gold. Elijah was still dazed and confused, perhaps even more so due to the strong smell of professor Percival's strong cologne. He doesn't know why he went into his car, he knew he needed good grades, but everything before was a blur. Classical music plays on the radio as Percival keeps driving, only breaking the near half hour of silence when they get close to their destination.

"Now Elijah, to pass my class there are a few rules, do not speak just nod your head," Percival begins. Elijah nods mindlessly.

"when we get to the house you are to walk with me to a room and stay there," Elijah nods his head.

"Do not speak to anyone in the building unless I give you permission," Elijah nods.

"From here on out the answer to every question is "Yes, Daddy." "Yes Sir" will also suffice but please limit the latter."

"yes Daddy." Elijah says mindlessly. "Wait What?" Elijah thought. He didn't date say it out loud. Why would his professor demand such a thing? Was this some weird kidnapping thing? Surely, not. It couldn't be. Elijah just needed to go along with it.

"Good boy," Percival says, for some reason breaking Elijah out of his daze enough to let out a wide grin. "Now, we're home." Home? Elijah thought.

Elijah remained seated for his daddy to open the door, unbuckling him and pulling him out before linking his arm around Elijah's.

"follow me Elijah, I want you somewhere first." Walking up to the estate, Elijah couldn't help be taken aback by its beauty. The men were in the car driving through woods and forest, far away from civilization. The estate though, was gorgeous. A massive mansion in shiny gold. The inside was marble floors, mosaic and Chinese art filled the walls, surrounding a grand staircase. At the head of the staircase was a giant portrait of Percival, looking devilishly handsome as ever. "Right this way."

The two make their way up the stairs and through the corridors of the house. The building itself could be a school by its size but it was where Percival called home. Eventually the pair made their way to a far away room.

"you will stay here Elijah, until I summon you. One of my workers will guide you. Enjoy the rest for now." Percival opens the door with a key and leaves the corridor. Elijah entered the room to find a bed with satin sheets, velvet sheets by a window looking out a courtyard, a private gold plated bathroom, but what caught his eye most was the closet.

The walk in closet connected to the room was fully stocked. Lining the walls were three piece suits, french-cuffed button up attires, toes, belts, leather shoes, most all a shimmering gold like Percival.

"what is this place?" Elijah said allowed take aback by the room. One thing that caught his eye was a box on his bed, containing a golden bottle of Ralph Lauren Cologne. "Well this wouldn't hurt," Elijah said before spritzing the cologne. Just as Percival's cologne did for him before, the cologne filled his mind, making him go dizzy and a bit tired. It was at this point he heard a knock at the door. Dragging his worn sneakers across the phone, Elijah opened the door to a man in a tight fitting black polo shirt and black jeans, the only color being a golden wreath on the right side of his chest.

"Master Percival is ready to see you in the shop, you will follow me," the servant said. Elijah didn't have the space to question the request, he just nodded happily.

Soon, Elijah found himself in a new room, looking like a 1950s barber shop.

"There is my boy," Percival said coming to Elijah, greeting him with a kiss. The cool breath of Percival leaked into Elijah's mouth, making his dizziness even worse. "I'm sorry I kept so much from you, I promise I'll explain it all in time, as of right now, have a seat." Percival guides Elijah to a barbers chair before a wall that functioned as a mirror. Elijah took his seat saying the one thing he knew how to say,

"Yes Daddy." Percival massages the boys head, his fingers seemingly drilling in Elijahs brain, melting it continuously. He throws over Elijah a golden smock and picks up a pair of scissors. Elijah doesn't process what is going on, he just listens to his daddy.

"Elijah, I must say I'm happy you came into my office. I can tell you're a good kid you just need help," Percival starts as snipping can be heard around Elijah.

"Yes Daddy." Elijah mindlessly responds, his mind melting more by each minute.

"I see potential in you Elijah. You graduated your high school with honors, president of the chess club, but you got a taste of freedom and burnt out all too common for boys your age." Now buzzing could be heard, along with a razor to the back of Elijah's head.

"Yes Daddy." It was true, Elijah did use to be a good kid. Now none of this was true, Elijah was smart but never applied himself in school. But whatever daddy said magically came true.

"That's why I wanted to tell you my decision," Percival says turning Elijah around, "Lean back dear I'm going to wash your hair," Elijah obliges. "I will not change your grade, you don't deserve it, you failed." The words cut deep into Elijah, he should lash out, all of this but no change in grade? He was being played. But he didn't lash out, he only said...

"Yes Daddy."

"I will however get you a better grade, better grades I should say." Percival applies a shampoo and conditioner from a golden bottle to Elijah's hair. "This is very expensive product, you better appreciate it. But I digress. Starting today, you will live here as my boy as you always should have. You will dress properly, behave yourself, and become a model student. A golden student." The shampoo and conditioner finally dissolves Elijah's brain completely. Any memories of partying were gone. All he knew, and remembered was daddy in his golden suit. The water stops

"Yes Daddy," Elijah says. Percival gets to Elijahs eye level and speaks to him authoritatively.

"you know why I always wear gold Elijah?" He questions, "Gold binds everyone, it showcases high status, perfection, unity. It bonds all of us, brings out the best in everyone, it is the gift of this world. That's why my life is to represent it, as will be yours."

"Yes Daddy," Elijah confirms. All he can think about is looking like daddy, acting like daddy, being like daddy.

"Good boy, now," Percival turns the chair back to the mirror, "What do you think?" Elijah stares into the mirror. His long brown locs of hair are now pin straight strands of perfection. Well, almost. Percival takes out a gold tube of gel, pouring a liberal amount in his hands.

"This will minimize frizz, maintain order, and ensure perfection." Percival rubs the gel onto Elijah's hair, making his hair stick in a perfect, preppy cut. "Now boy, you must get dressed. My servant left an outfit on your bed. Get changed and meet me downstairs for your first command.

"Yes Daddy!" Elijah wasn't monotone this time, but ecstatic for the chance to obey. He rushes to his room in a brisk walk, finding on his satin sheet today's outfit. A gold vest, cotton briefs, a French cuffed shirt, a bowtie, short chino pleated shorts, loafers and knee-high socks. The outfit was perfect. He put the outfit on, revelling in the tight fight of the crisp button up, the breeze on his bare thighs from the shorts, the comfort of the socks, the security of the bowtie, the stiffness of the shoes. He ran to the mirror. He looked like daddy's boy, and he couldn't be happier. Faster than he could run to the main hall, he grabbed his unwashed, slovenly sweatshirt, boxer shorts, tennis shoes and jeans and threw them in in the golden pail in the corner. He wouldn't be seen dead in them.

As Elijah makes his way to the corridor, daddy is there with a pail and cleaning supplies. First thing boy, while you live with me you will be expected to do chores. Take these and clean the mud you carelessly tracked in. Percival hands Elijah the supplies and walks to the sitting room to read his paper.

"Yes Daddy!" Elijah loved chores, he loved having responsibilities, more so he loved the affirmation from daddy when he did a good job. He hummed to himself and smiled as he scrubbed the marble floors until he saw his preppy reflection. When he was done he ran to his daddy, craving affirmation.

"Good boy!" Percival said, filling Elijah with pride. "Now another chore. Polish daddy's shoes while he reads his paper. I want to look my best before we go out to dinner." A shoe polishing set was set off to the side, Elijah happily obliged.

"Yes Daddy!" He scrubbed daddy's shoes with glee, knowing he was helping the man who had taken him in.

"By the way boy," Percival says flipping through his papers, "I took a look at your schedule. I took the liberty of adding French, Mandarin and Latin to your schedule. No boy of mine will be uncultured. Your major has also changed. You will study accounting and history, set you up for a pre-Corporate Law trafk. Additionally you also have etiquette classes after the school day on Tuesday and Thursday, chess club meets Monday Wednesday and Friday, they get out the same time I'm done so we will go to and from school together, and I will take you to soccer practice, understood?" Percival demanded. Elijahs response was as consistent as his love for Percival,

"Yes Daddy!"

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[euijoosorangeslice]

Story of a College Succubus p.2

wrnings: masturbation, getting caught, public boners, nudes ( and the leaking of them)

You returned to pottery class, but this time Jake seemed antsy around you. "Is everything okay, Jakey?" You asked, smiling softly at the puppy-featured boy. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Let's just finish up your piece." He guided your hands again, smiling nervously into your neck. "Y-you've got the rest from here right?" He muttered, pulling away from you. "Wait, what? Are you not going to help me finish? You just said you would!" His brain started churning violently, thinking of his wet dream with you in it last night. "I'll help you finish in maybe a different way." He wished he had the confidence to say something like that.

"I...I uh need to use the bathroom. Be right back." He rushed off, but not before you noticed that he had a large boner in the front of his pants. His friend snickered, smiling at you. "Hey Y/n. I could help you finish your vase. Heeseung, by the way. Nice to meet you." You smiled happily, letting him teach you verbally instead of physically to guide your learning.

-

Jake rushed into the stall, swinging open the door in panic and quickly slamming it behind him. He sat on the closed toilet seat, pulling down his pants. He leaned back, stroking his dick in the cold room air. He spit into his palm, pressing it against his cock and moaning. "Fuck, Y/n. Such a pretty face." He whimpered, his eyes shut imagining you.

-

As Heeseung was assisting you with taking your vase to the kiln, you felt a weird frequency in your abdomen. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. It felt the same as last night, and you shut your eyes in pain. In the darkness, you could see Jake leaned against the wall in the bathroom with his shirt in his mouth, fucking his palm. "F-fuck ugh.." He mumbled into his shirt, bucking his hips and moaning. Shit, if you could see this then that means he was jerking off to you. Powers are cool!

"You alright?" He asked, you nodding. "Yeah, sorry. Just deep in thought." You responded with a smile. The teacher dismissed the class, so you started to leave. Until you noticed Jake had left his bag in the classroom. You grabbed it for him and walked out with Heeseung.

You two headed to the canteen to grab a snack. You walked into the canteen seeing a lot of new faces. "Hey, Y/n? Want to sit with me?" He offered, you thinking about the offer. High chance of collecting high sexual desire and energy, so why not?

-

Jake came into his fist, panting in pleasure. In that same second, someone opened the door to the bathroom. Jakes eyes shot open, and so did the boy who walked in. "F-fuck! Nicholas? Oh god don't d-don't look." He shouted, Nico still standing idle. "Jake? Why the hell are you jerking off in the school bathroom!?" He scolded, Jake pulling up his pants and quickly tightening his belt. "Sorry, just really had to rub one out." He mumbled, sliding out of the bathroom and heading to his room immediately.

-

You enjoyed your meal with Heeseung, and you two even exchanged numbers. You strolled the halls for a little while, until you got an idea. Of course it wouldn’t be too hard to collect sexual energy from college girls and boys, but there was an easy way. Guys get off to nudes, so if you sent Heeseung or Jake some they’d probably jerk of to it enough to keep you fed for a while.

First, you decided to test the waters.

you: jakeyyyy

i have a little surprise for you

want to see smth?

jake: yes

fuck that sounded desperate

don’t think im like a loser or smth k

you: that’d be rude of me to judge baby

and here’s a gift for all your help jakey

you: sent 1 attachment

jake: wow

beautiful body

uh here’s me I guess?

jake: sent 1 attachment

Aw, he really was cute. Now let’s see how much energy you’ll gain from that. So you continued on campus going to your classes and by the end of the day? You felt full for at least a couple days. Actually, oddly full. This couldn’t be the energy of just one guy with a 4 inch cock.

You checked your phone, seeing messages from guys at your school.

thanks for the ass pics, slut

nice tits

you could sit on my face and id thank you

fuck let me call you mommy

You immediately cringed. Jake had leaked your nudes, and your powers could show you everyone who was beating their shit to your photo right now. Great.

People stared all over campus, and when you were entering the dorm buildings, a man was walking behind you. “Hey, Y/n?” You turned around to a sexy looking guy with headphones and glasses on. “Dude, i think i should let you know your uh…spicy photos are getting leaked. Almost everyone on campus has seen it.” You sighed in annoyance, feeling embarrassed. “Thank you, but i already sort of know that. I appreciate your honesty.”

“No problem. I’m Nicholas. Sorry about all…this. The guys on our football team are no good, so i suggest avoiding them.” He smiled, fiddling with his hoodie strings. “Anyway, i have to get to class. Talk to you later?” You smiled, sending him on his way. Now you had to deal with confronting Jake.

-

You knocked on his dorm door angrily, him slowly opening the door. “Shit, u-um hi y/n.” He whispered guilty, you pushing past him. “Fuck you, you coward! Did you seriously think I would be okay with you showing everyone my god damn nudes?” He panicked, stepping backwards slowly. “I’m super sorry. I just was looking at them and my friend wanted to see them and i felt bad saying no!”

You grit your teeth in annoyance, grabbing Jake by his collar. He noticed how your eyes were flickering orange, and it scared the shit out of him. “ You couldn’t say no? Of FUCKING course you couldn’t. You could barely wipe your ass if I asked you to.” You shouted, his roommate Heeseung exiting his room at the noise. “You know what? This conversation is over. Fuck you and your tiny little dick.” You dropped him, leaving the dorm and slamming the door behind you.

Heeseung just stared at him, chuckling. “Damn, she gave you the business.”

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[soxcietyy]

Trouble

Yuta x reader 18+

forbidden romance, enemy’s to lovers

You are now an instructor at Jujutsu tech because of your protective older brother Megumi. He’s seen your bad luck with romance so he sets one rule in place. "No dating sorcerers, especially the ones who are heads of clans." Sounded easy enough until one comes into your class. Yuta Okkotsu.

Part 2

Hours pass, and Yuta slowly regains consciousness, his eyelids fluttering open. He glances around the room, confused, before his gaze settles on you sitting next to him. His eyes suddenly falling on you.

When they did his eyes grew wide but suddenly relaxed. He must of remember what had happened.

"You're really taking this caretaker role seriously, huh?" He tries to wiggle his fingers but still feels no response. "How long until I'm moving again?"

"Couple hours."

He stares at you for a real response.

"Maybe 8 hours…"

His eyebrows furrow slightly, his frustration clear.

"Eight hours?! You expect me to lie here like a invalid for eight more hours?!" He tries to sit up but his body remains unresponsive. "This is torture..."

"Shouldn’t have underestimated me Yuta." You point at his chest.

He glares at you as your finger touches his chest. Who knows what he would have done if he wernt paralyzed. You guys had a mutual dislike for each other so you wernt going to be surprised if he gets you back later on.

"Right, maybe next time no weapons and then we’ll see who is the better one." Yuta smiles.

You shrug and begin your walk to the bathroom. You pull out a few things from a closet and bring it back to the room where Yuta was resting.

"I need to get you out of here before my brother shows up." You say as you open a bottle. You put the liquid onto a Cotten ball and wipe it of a cut he has on his cheek.

You watch as he scrunches his face from the sudden stinging. Surprisingly he didn’t complain about the pain. You would have done this earlier but you didn’t want to wake him up from his sleep.

"You have a brother?" He asks.

You looked at him shocked. Megumi had asked him to help with funding your class. He didn’t tell him you guys were related. Which was weird…

"Yes I do. He’s very overprotective and isn’t fond of men the men in introduce him to or the ones I bring to my home."

You doubted he would show up today though. He was very busy with his duties that he usually only called one a month to check up on you. What was the chances of him showing up today?

"Hungry?" You ask him.

"Well, if you insist on winning my affection through food, better make it delicious." He smirks.

You roll your eyes at his response but decide to be nice to him since you manage to get him into this predicament.

"Can you make curry? And a side of tonkatsu. Crispy breaded pork cutlet. Don't forget the miso soup too. And maybe some gyoza on the side." He says with a straight face.

You let out a laugh. "Do I look like your personal chef? Not like you could afford one anyways. You’re lucky if you even get noodles from the convenient store."

His brow raises at what you just said. He didn’t bother to say anything else but decided to close his eyes.

You sigh before getting up to the kitchen. You’re only making it because this is your fault. After today no more being nice, no more being pushed around. This was only a one time thing and then you ain’t have to see him around anymore. You just needed to deal with him until the poison ware’s off.

After a few hours you come into the room with a tray full of food. When you walked in he was resting peacefully with the sun shinning on him. He almost looked like a nice guy.

"Wake up, lunch is here." You say placing it on his lap.

He glances up at you, a hint of frustration mingled with appreciation in his eyes. "Yep, still paralyzed. So... unless you want me starving amidst this feast, you might have to help." Despite the inconvenience, a playful smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

You take a seat next to him on your bed. Reaching over him you grab the spoon and scoop up a full spoon of curry. You lift it up towards him but quickly redirects it into your mouth.

He watches in disbelief as you eat the bite meant for him, his eyes wide and slightly hurt. "Hey! You’re here to feed me not yourself."

You laugh and got another spoonful of food for him this time. He chews slowly, savoring the rich flavor before swallowing. "It's really good..." He admits reluctantly, his gaze flicking between your face and the spoon in your hand.

You kept on feeding him until the bowls of food were cleaned off. He mentioned being full a while ago but you didn’t cook all of this for it to just be discarded at the end.

You gently wipe his face with the napkin, Yuta blushes slightly, unused to such intimate gestures. He watches you with a curious gaze. You ignored him and pulled your hand away once you finished cleaning his mouth.

You quickly pick everything up and put it on the tray. Removing it from his lap and taking it to the dinning table. You wernt sure what you were supposed to do now. It’s not like he would fall asleep anytime soon.

As you thought about something to do you hear a loud knock startling you. You quickly stand and face the door to see a shadow standing there.

You didn’t invite anyone over, nor would anyone find voluntarily unless…

"Who is it?" You yell.

You wait for a few second until you heard a loud sigh from the other side of the door.

"It’s me, now open the door."

You recognized the voice anywhere. It was your one and only brother Megumi.

You run to your room and reach for the handle. Yuta looked at you confused but you had no time to explain, you slam the door shut and run to the front door to see him standing inside already.

"What took you so long?" He asks.

"I uh, was ironing my slacks! Didn’t want to leave flat iron out like that. Anyways what brings you here?! Arnt you busy?! Since you know, you’re the head of the Zenin clan?!" You say.

He gives you a small smile, "I was just nervous for you. It’s your first day and all."

"No need to worry Megumi it went by smoothly." You grab his arm and direct him towards the exit.

You had to get him to leave immediately. If Yuta somehow managed to leave the room these two boys would meet each other and you would never hear the end of it.

"That’s not what I heard." He gives you a hard look.

Uh oh what did he hear? Did one of the workers see you dragging a boy home? You knew you should have been more careful. These women have nothing better to do than gossip around.

"What are you talking about?" You ask nervously.

Megumi walked away from you towards the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out some dumplings you were saving for later. Normally you would of snatched them out of his hand but maybe that wasn’t the right thing to do right now.

"You got into a fight."

You stared at him stunned. You didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or still be scared. He knew about Yuta but not that he was currently 20ft away.

You didn’t say anything scared that something might slip out. Images you watched him warm the dumpling up and how he walk to the pantry to pull out a sauce.

"With Yuta Okkotsu, do you know who he is? he-"

"He’s the one who funded my class I know already and it was a mistake. Not really." You mumbled the last part under your breath.

"He’s more than just that actually." Megumi sighs and takes a dumpling. He blows on it to cool it down before taking a bite out of it.

"I actually don’t care who that asshole is." You sit next to your brother.

Your stomach rumbled as you watched him eat. Right you haven’t gotten to eat all day because your busy playing caretaker. You were planning on eating before your brother had shown up though.

You look down and see that your brother pushed the plate towards you. You couldn’t help but look at him with a guilty expression. He wanted you to not involved with sorcerers but here you are betraying him.

Were you though? There was nothing romantic going on. You were just paying for what happened.

You take the chopsticks from his hand and took a dumpling. It was the best thing you’ve eaten all day.

"Before I go, I wanted to ask one more thing." He says standing up.

You were too busy eating to ask him what it was but there was no need. He asked the question immediately not giving you time to swallow the food in your mouth.

"Who else is here?"

You froze. Eyes slowly averting to meet your brother’s gaze.

How the hell dod he know?!

"How could it be possible for you to be hungry when I see a tray full of empty dishes on the counter? Not only that but two pairs of shoes in the entrance, one clearly belonging to a male."

You curse yourself for being so stupid.

"Megumi, please don’t embarrass in front of him. I know that you dragged me here to get away from men and romance for a bit but I couldn’t help it. I met him when I stopped by a breakfast bar. It was just meant to be." You had no idea what you were saying.

He glared at you before turning around and walking to the door. He didn’t bother looking back at you as you called out his name.

He quickly slipped his shoes on and kicked Yutas shoes to the side.

It wasn’t long before he was out of your sight.

"Fuck" you run your hands over your face.

What now? He was clearly mad about the situation. He would have been furious if he found out he wasn’t a normal person.

He couldn’t be mad forever. You just had to give him time.

"I can’t believe it. Your Megumis little sister."

You turn around so quickly that you almost fell. That voice… there’s no way it’s-

"Yuta, how? What?!" You looked at him confused.

"I see it though, you guys have the same facial features and expressions." He steps closer and cups your face in his big hands.

How was he here right now?! He should be incapable of doing any movements.

"My body is pretty good at flushing out toxins. Not saying that they don’t work but it takes half the time for me to get over the symptoms. Now what here you saying? Something about us meeting being meant to be?"

You slap his hands away from you and walked passed him. He didn’t seem hurt by it seeing he had a smirk on his face.

"I was just saying things so he would leave. Me and you? Pft don’t make me laugh." You slide back into your seat to finish the dumplings on the table.

Yuta followed right behind you. Watching your every move. If he was feeling fine he should leave soon before your bother decides to come back.

"What’s wrong with us being a thing?" He steps closer and puts his hand on the back of your chair.

You don’t bother to look at him, instead you put your full attention to the food in front of you. "I’m not allowed to date sorcerers." You state.

"Is that right?" You hear a slight hint of amusement in his voice.

"I also don’t date assholes." You smile at him.

Yuta puts his other hand on the table. Trapping you into your seat. He was so close you could practically smell his cologne. Tobacco with a hint of wood.

A smirk forms on his lips, finding your rejection amusing rather than offensive "Strong words from someone who hasn't even given me a chance. You know what your problem is? You're too used to being treated like a precious doll. Let me guess - your brother wrapped you in cotton wool, right?"

His hand finds a place to rest on your thigh making you shudder. You guys were bickering not too long ago so what changed?

"I thought we had a mutual disdain for each other." You look at him trying to figure out if this was some sort of sick joke

He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair "I don't know, maybe it's because you're siting there, looking at me like you hate my guts, when all I can think about is proving to you that I'm not as bad as you think I am."

"so how are you going to prove that your not a bad person?"

Without warning, he reaches out and takes your hand, his touch warm and surprisingly gentle "By starting over. I wasn’t so nice when we met today but after all of this… I see your not such a bad person after all. your a really kind person and it’s hard to find someone like that in the Jujutsu world."

He sighs fusterated," what I’m trying to say is that I want you to get to know the better me. the kind person I was before I became…" He stops talking and looks at you with a small smile.

Maybe he wasn’t such a bad person. Maybe he just needed someone by his side? You wernt sure if you were going to regret this. Dating someone you hardly knew. You just met him today too! But he’s somehow different.

"Fine, let’s start over."

Smiles genuinely, his eyes lighting up with relief and a hint of excitement "Good." He drops your hand but stays close, his tone softer now, "So, since we're starting over, let me ask you this - do you always cook and let strangers into your house?"

@lysaray

[cinnamon-stixs]

Sinsmas came out, and I bawled. here's me yapping about it.

-Blitz put horses EVERYWHERE to try and make Stolas happy

-Stolas was asking for his antidepressants. keep in mind he goes this whole episode, which takes place over the course of a month, completely unmedicated.

-Blitz asking what he eats :(. Then Stolas's rich ass.

-Stella fucking GRAB'S VIAS PHONE. GOD I WANT TO KILL THAT BITCH. THEY SIT THEIR AND LAUGH ABOUT HIM WANTING TO TALK TO HIS DAUGHTER IT MAKES ME SO. FUCKING. ANGRY.

-Imps still hate Stolas. Also bro has NO life skills whatsoever

-She straight up spits in his coffee, no remorse. Queen honestly.

-New fit!! this is so much better than that dumbass romper

-Blitz catching rats for him :((

-"No, this is how I act when I don't have money! :D"

-I absolutely adore the concept of sinsmas btw. Also, notice how both Moxxie and Blitz act on wrath, rather than greed (where they were both raised). Interesting lil detail

-Of course Blitz would set the apartment on fire

-Loona acting like me fr

-Millie and Moxxie fighting heheheee

-He's so concerned lmaooo??

-Whiteboard! My fave is the 'days since moxie sang' counter.

-Loona's opened up so much I love her QmQ

-"I'm poor now!" I love you Stolas but holy shit you privileged ass baby.. At least yall can afford to feed everyone in your house

-God Blitz is so in love

-Stolas is GOING THROUGH IT with these parallels

-Blitz trying to defend cheating 💀💀

-Homophobic cunt

-Mammon tree topper

-They're STILL laughing about Stolas trying to call Via. Have they kept her phone from her this whole time?

-She didn't hear them say he'd been trying to call. She took her earbuds out AFTERWARDS. As far as Via knows, he only called once.

-Stolas was the one who got her the guitar

-Via's song goes so hard, but what happened to her accent??

-The parallels in Via's song and the one Stolas sang to her in ep 2 make me wanna cry

-Btw Via is COMPLETELY justified in how she feels, and her decision to not forgive Stolas.

-"I'll just get older and you'll only know my name" Holy fuck that line goes hard

-I THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA ATTEMPT.

-"Well here's an idea, You could shut the fuck up!"

-Me I fear

-She sits down with stolas's diary I can't

-I thought the bit of her throwing up as weird as hell. But, foreshadowinggg

-What if this was my 13th reason.

-"Didn't make me wet AT ALL"

-The scream as she flies out the window is delightful

-Blitz immediately knows stolas went to look for Via

-GET HIS ASS

-"Get your icy hands off my bottom, bitch!"

-Dude what the hell did he say?!

-GET. HIS. ASS!!

-"fuck yes! :D"

-Loona and Moxxie working together :(((

-This action scene is so fucking cool

-"High five!!" DUMBASS?!

-Im gonna kms they're so cute

-VIA!

-She doesn't hug her father back.

-She thought him needing the antidepressants was her fault I'm actually gonna do it this time.

-Although Via won't talk to Stolas, she still saved him. She loves her dad, but she's rightfully angry. It'll take time to rebuild that trust.

-FUCK.

-Blitz relaxes. Stolas doesn't.

-God what a cutie

-MOXXIES FACE HSDHSJHDJSIJ

-I knew immediately in the bathroom scene what was up with Millie

-Im really excited to see the pregnant millie plotline actually. Judging by her reaction, she's not sure if she wants to keep it.

-STOLAS'S SOFT LITTLE LAUGH AUGH IM CRYING

-He doesn't hug Blitz back.

-Xmas song at the end goes hard.

Overall, this episode was AMAZING. The writing was great, the emotional moments hit hard, the animation was great as usual, and the pacing was good, if not a bit clunky. What a great end to the season.

I think i'll go call my dad.

[merrybloomwrites]

You Can Start a Family (Extra: Harry & Y/N First Time)

Summary: The more detailed story of the first time Harry and Y/N have sex. It ended up being basically chapter 11 of the main story.

Previous Chapters:

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1 ; Part 2

Mitchrry Prequel

Fan Reactions

Holiday Blues

Word Count: 4K

CW: smut

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Never in a million years did you think you would be spending the afternoon with your two boyfriends and girlfriend on a yacht in Italy. And yet, that’s exactly where you are. It’s been an absolutely wonderful day on the boat, but now you’re learning a slight downside.

Bathrooms on boats are small. You think that maybe on the bigger fancier yachts there might be full sized bathrooms, but that’s definitely not the case here. Which makes getting ready to go out to dinner a bit difficult.

You, Harry, Sarah, and Mitch, as well as Gemma and a few others are all scattered throughout the boat getting changed and freshening up since you’re going straight to a fancy dinner.

“Ow, dang it!” you exclaim as you bump your arm into the wall while trying to get your dress on.

A second later you hear a knock on the door. “You alright in there love?” Harry asks.

“Yea, no, I’m good! Just hit my arm trying to get into this dress.”

“Do you need help?”

“No no, I’ve got it.”  It’s quiet for a moment before Harry hears another bang followed by a quiet “oh come on”.  

“Can I please help you?” he asks again.

You finally admit defeat and say, “Okay, but I’m uh, not really wearing anything.”

“It’s just me out here, no one else will see you,” he says reassuringly.

You open the door and Harry pauses for a second, taken aback at the sight in front of him. You’re standing there in just your bra and panties, holding the dress in your hand. His mouth waters at your bare skin, and he thinks back to the night before when he watched Mitch slide into you. He immediately imagines himself in Mitch’s position, and all he wants is to take you to bed at that very moment.

But Harry is a gentleman. So he averts his gaze to the dress you’re holding and reaches out to take it from you.

“I’m not sure why I’m having trouble with it. I tried it on when I got it a couple weeks ago and it was fine,” you state.

Harry looks at it for a second before saying, “Well you didn’t unzip both zippers.”

“Both zippers?” you ask incredulously. “There’s more than one zipper? What the fuck?”

Harry laughs and says, “Yea one under each arm.”

“Wow I completely forgot about that. I feel dumb now.”

“Oh don’t say that, two zippers is kind of weird.”

Harry hands back the dress, and you slide it on easily now that he’s undone both zippers. He helps you zip them up as well, his hands trailing along your skin as he does so. His eyes meet yours and you reach out to cup his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss. You plan to keep it simple, unaware of how turned-on Harry is after seeing you in such little clothing a moment ago.

He deepens the kiss as he pulls you flush against him. You follow his lead and get lost in the feeling of him against you until you hear someone coming and step away.

“Don’t worry,” Sarah says. “It’s just us. Everyone else has left already.”

“The last car is waiting for the four of us,” Mitch adds.

“We’re alone on the boat?” Harry asks and the other two nod yes.

He kisses you one more time before walking over and kisses first Sarah, then Mitch. You get to share a kiss with each of them as well before finally heading out to the car.

You and Harry are next to each other in the back of the van while Mitch and Sarah are in the middle row. It’s a 20-minute drive and Harry seems to have decided that the best way to pass the time is kissing you. It’s not like you make out the whole way, but rather he surprises you with kisses throughout the ride. You’re admittedly a little worked up by the time you reach the destination.

At the restaurant Harrys sits on your right side and Gemma sits on your left. A few of Harry’s friends are directly across, and Mitch and Sarah are down at the other end of the table. It feels weird being so far from them.

You look over and catch Sarah’s eyes before sharing a soft smile with her.

“So, Y/N, Harry,” you turn to Gemma beside you as she says your name. “How long have you two been secretly dating?”

You let out a quiet laugh at how straightforward she is and Harry answers, “Officially I guess it’s been about 24 hours.”

“Wait, this is that new?”

“Yea, pretty new,” you reply. You take a moment to choose your words, landing on an honest explanation that will still hide some of the truth. “We hung out a bit when I was at the shows last month. And before I left we discussed maybe dating but that we wanted to wait until the tour ended.”

“You didn’t wait very long,” Gemma says with a laugh, her tone indicating that she’s teasing rather than judging.

“Well, she’s only here for the week, had to make a good impression with the little time I have,” Harry replies.

“And did he make a good impression? Where’d he take you on your date?”

“He uhm, well, he actually had a chef come to the house,” you answer a little hesitantly, knowing that’s not a date most people can afford.

Gemma smiles and you know she’s being genuine when she says, “That sounds lovely. I really am happy for the two of you. Harry, don’t mess this up.”

The conversation turns to other topics, and you all enjoy another delicious meal. Harry’s hand lingers on you throughout the entire dinner. He holds your hand until your dinner arrives and you need it to eat with, and then he places his on your knee. It’s something so small and yet so sweet that it has you feeling both cared for, and honestly, a little turned on. Especially on the rare moments when his hand slides just a bit higher on your leg. 

The four of you say good-bye to the rest of the group and load into the car to head to the villa. You’re again in the back with Harry who immediately places his hand on your thigh, higher than before, and the sudden contact causes you to gasp in surprise and desire. All the little touches from throughout the day have you on edge, and part of you wants to throw caution to the wind and straddle him right there in the car.

But you contain yourself. You place your hand on his thigh as well, mirroring his actions as he slides higher. His breathing picks up and you notice a slight bulge in his pants that wasn’t there before. You decide to get a little payback for all his teasing, and you move to lightly grip his hardening length over his clothes.

The choked gasp that Harry lets out catches Mitch and Sarah’s attention. They turn around and you see their eyes darken at the sight of you so gently working Harry up. He thrusts up chasing more friction and you pull completely away. Harry pouts and opens his eyes and seeing that they have an audience grounds him a bit. He knows they can do whatever they want in front of Mitch and Sarah, but there’s still the driver to think about, and so Harry focuses on taking some deep breaths.

You watch him as he does this, and you’re impressed at how well he can calm himself. You remember a time when Mitch and Sarah did everything they could to rile you up in the back of a van and there was no way you could center yourself as well as Harry just had. In fact, you’re probably in a worse state than he is at the moment. Luckily it’s a short drive and as you turn a corner you see the villa just ahead.

You all climb out of the car and thank the driver before turning to head inside. Harry keeps one hand on the small of your back as he unlocks the front door. There’s a charged energy surrounding the four of you as Harry leads you all to the bedroom.

Once in the room, you again wonder what to do, where to go. Going from three people to four is an adjustment and you know at some point you’ll all get into a rhythm, but as this is only the second time you’re all together, there’s still some hesitancy.

“Y/N,” Harry says, and you look at him. He continues, “I would very much like to have sex with you tonight, if that’s alright?”

The wording of his question seems so formal that you almost laugh, but then the meaning sinks in and laughing is the last thing you feel like doing. Harry wants you, wants to have sex with you, and you realize that there’s nothing you want more in than moment than to say yes.

You start to nod, and Harry gives you a look that you somehow understand means “use your words.”

“Yes, Harry, that’s alright with me. I want that too.”

With your clear consent given, Harry doesn’t waste a second. He walks forward, once again pulling you flush against him and leans down to press his lips against yours. It’s possibly the most intense kiss you’ve ever had, his mouth naturally dominating yours and you happily submit. It’s a freeing feeling, giving up control and trusting Harry to take care of you.

As his tongue slides against yours you swallow the whines that try to leave your mouth.

Sarah slides up behind you, placing her hands on your waist as she says, “Don’t hold back darling, let us hear you.” You roll your eyes, first in endeared annoyance at how well she can read you by now, and then in desire when her lips move to suck a love bit into your neck. The onslaught of sensations has you weak in the knees and you sink into Sarah who helps hold you up.

When you pull away to take a gasping breath you open your eyes and see Mitch mirroring Sarah by standing behind Harry. He takes advantage of your need for oxygen by pulling Harry’s head to the side so that he can slot their lips together. You let out a moan at the sight of them making out in front of you.

Without breaking his kiss with Mitch, Harry slides his hands up your sides until he reaches the zippers. He slowly starts to pull them down, giving you plenty of time to stop him if you want to. But you don’t. You let him remove your dress and Sarah helps you take off your bra and underwear.

You’re standing there, completely bare while the other three are fully dressed. It should make you feel self-conscious, or vulnerable, but instead it just feels nice. You know that they’re going to take care of you and make you feel good, and you want to let them. So you stand there as they run their hands along your body and just embrace their touches.

You get lost in the kisses the other three press to your lips. You know that whichever two you’re not currently kissing are making out with each other, since you can hear the sounds of their lips smacking together, and you love that now everyone can always have a partner. With three it sometimes felt like one person was being left out but with four, that’s no longer the case.

Hands eventually lead you to bed and you lay down. You get to watch as Mitch, Sarah, and Harry all help each other to remove their clothes. Sarah sits next to you and Harry climbs on the bed by your feet. Mitch stays standing, watching the scene unfold before him.

Harry gently moves your legs apart and slides between them, placing kisses on your skin as he moves up. Your body heats under his touches and you feel desire pool in your belly. When his lips reach your inner thighs you moan and quietly plead for more. You’re nervous that he’s going to keep teasing you and you’re pleasantly surprised when his tongue immediately licks through your folds.

He repeats that move a few times before his tongue starts to circle your clit. Your one hand moves to grip the curls on top of his head and your other reaches out next to you. Sarah sees the movement and holds your hand in her own, helping to ground you as waves of pleasure move through your body.

Harry takes his time eating you out, slowly working you up. He’s not quite teasing, but still not quite giving you enough to push you over the edge. Based on the sounds coming from Harry you don’t know who’s enjoying this more. For a moment your mind is clear enough to appreciate that this is the man who wrote Watermelon Sugar. But then a finger teases your entrance, and all thoughts leave you.

Harry pulls back and you pout at the loss.

“Y/N, look at me,” he says, and you immediately find his eyes. “Is this okay?” he asks as his finger continues to trace through your folds.

“Yes, absolutely, please,” you manage to say before he slides one finger inside, effectively taking your breath away and rendering you speechless. His fingers are thicker than Mitch or Sarah’s and the stretch when he slides a second in next to the first is more than you’re used to.

“Fuck,” he says. “So fucking tight.”

“She’ll need three to be ready for you,” Sarah says, remembering her own experience with Harry from the night before.

He nods to show he’s listening, but his eyes never turn away from watching his fingers repeatedly disappear inside of you. He scissors open his fingers in order to stretch you more before adding a third.

As he continues to pump his fingers you finally reopen your eyes to take in the full scene. Sarah is now laying down beside you and Mitch is kneeling between her legs. He’s gently stroking Sarah’s leg with one hand and his cock with the other. He seems to be doing both actions subconsciously, since he and Sarah are focusing on you and Harry next to them.

It’s intense, having two people watch you, especially when Harry slides his fingers out and lines his cock up with your entrance. You focus on him as he slides himself through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. But right before he pushes inside you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“What is it? Are you okay? Did I do something?” he worriedly asks.

“I’m fine,” you answer. “You’re fine. It’s Mitch.”

“What did I do baby?” Mitch asks from his spot next to Harry.

“You’ve got this look on your face. And it’s not a sexy look. It’s your concerned face. What has you worried?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s something.”

“It’s just- I’m the only person you’ve been with. I know you. I know your limits.”

Harry shifts to face Mitch and say, “You trust me, right?”

“Of course I trust you,” Mitch replies.

“Then trust that I will always take care of our girls. Okay?”

“Okay. Just be gentle with her,” Mitch says quietly.

“Always,” Harry says before he pulls Mitch in for a kiss. When they break apart you’re happy to see Mitch’s expression is much more relaxed. He leans across to share a kiss with you and then there’s another minute or two where the four of you jumble together all exchanging kisses with one another.

When Harry is back in position above you, you say, “Just one more thing.”

“What do you need love?” Sarah asks.

“Can we all, uhm, do this together?”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” she replies.

You take a deep breath and say, “I want you and Mitch to have sex while Harry and I have sex.” Your face turns beet red as you speak your desires so explicitly, something you rarely do.

“You’re so cute when you’re all shy,” she says. “And of course we can do that. Don’t think I can wait much longer either.” She nuzzles into your neck before places kisses on your shoulder.

“I’m ready,” you say, meeting Harry’s eyes again.

“If you’re uncomfortable or want to stop any time, just tell me and we’ll stop,” Harry says.

“I know,” you reply before pulling him down to attach your lips to his. The kiss is immediately heated, and you moan as he bites your bottom lip. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in, exploring your mouth. His fingers are back inside you, making sure you’re stretched and ready for him.

He pulls his fingers out and you watch as he wipes the slick still coated on them onto his cock. It’s a move so dirty that it sends another wave of desire through your now achingly empty core.

“Please, Harry, I’m ready. I need you,” you say as you swivel your hips slightly to draw his attention where you want it.

“I’m here, pet,” he says, and you feel the tip of his cock slide into you a second later. You gasp at the new feeling, and you hear sounds of pleasure from the other three as well. You smile knowing that you got your wish. You want to look beside you and see Mitch pushing into Sarah but at that moment Harry pushes in more and the stretch has you focusing solely on him.

You knew he was thicker than Mitch but holding them in your hands and having them inside you are two completely different things. There’s a slight burn you’re not quite used to, and you wince, just for a second. Harry, who is focusing all his attention on your reactions, notices the look and asks, “Doing okay lovey?”

You take a deep breath and smile before assuring him that you’re doing just fine. Mitch’s hand grabs yours and you look at the pair next to you. You look down at where Mitch and Sarah are connected, and that image, plus the blissed look on Sarah’s face, sends another wave of arousal through you. Harry groans as more wetness gushes onto his dick.

His eyes meet yours again and you place a hand on his back, encouraging him to keep going. Slowly, gently, he pushes until he is fully inside, completely wrapped in your warm, tight walls. He leans down, placing kisses on your neck, shoulder, chest, anywhere he can reach while he lets you adjust. Finally, you tell him you’re ready for more.

He pulls back so just the tip is inside before he thrusts in again. All four of you moan in unison and you open your eyes to see that Mitch is following Harry’s moves. It makes you feel more connected to everyone at the same time, knowing that you’re all experiencing the same pleasure.

The boys pick up their pace and Sarah pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. You break apart from her when Harry changes the angle, hitting that perfect spot inside you. He buries his face in your neck again and you feel him gently bite and suck at the sensitive skin there. You know he’s leaving marks that will require plenty of makeup to cover, but it feels so good that you don’t care.

Breathy whines and whispers of “please,” and “more” and “Harry” are all that is coming out of your mouth as you feel the increased tightening in your belly. Your breaths turn to pants and Harry brings his fingers to your clit. He rubs circles against the sensitive nub as he thrusts deeper and harder than before.

Your back arches and your loudest moan yet is pulled from you as you come, clenching around Harry’s length as though to trap him inside. His movements don’t stop, though they do become more erratic as he chases his high. His orgasm hits a moment after yours, and the feeling of his warm cum coating your insides has you seeing stars.

He slides out of you a moment later and you turn to watch Mitch and Sarah as you come down and catch your breath. They look beautiful like this, and you lean in to press kisses to Sarah’s neck while Harry slides a hand to her core, seeing as Mitch’s hand is still tightly wrapped in yours. Harry gives her the last bit of stimulation she needs to crash over the edge, and you both watch in awe as they beautifully fall part simultaneously.

You’re all still for a moment and Mitch checks in with each of you individually to make sure everyone is okay and happy. You assure him that you’re good, way more than good, and you bask in this moment.

Your face splits into a large grin, and then you can’t help but start to giggle. It’s contagious and suddenly the four of you are laughing, though no one’s entirely sure why.

You finally calm down enough to say, “I can’t believe this is my life.”

“Well, believe it baby,” Harry says. “Because we’re not going anywhere.”

“Good.” You reply, shifting everyone so that you’re laying across all three of them. With your head on Mitch’s chest, torso being held by Harry, and legs tangling with Sarah, you fall asleep.

Warm sunshine wakes you up the next morning. You stretch and are surprised to have so much room in bed. Only Harry is lying with you and one glance shows that he’s awake and smiling at you.

“Good morning,” you say.

“Good morning lovey,” he replies and leans down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. You shift up so you can kiss his cheek, and a moment later you find his lips against yours in a lazy morning make out.

Before things can go too far you pull back and ask, “Where are Mitch and Sarah?”

“They went for a walk on the beach,” Harry answers and slots his lips against yours again. After one more intense kiss he leans away and says, “We probably shouldn’t do more without the others here.”

“You’re right. I mean, it’s not realistic that we all be together for sex every time, but we should talk about it first. Set boundaries and expectations and everything,” you reply.

“Communication,” Harry states and you nod. “Speaking of communication,” he continues. “I wanted to check in after last night. How are you feeling?”

“I feel wonderful Harry. Really.”

“Yea? Not sore or anything? No regrets?”

“No regrets. You were perfect,” you reassure him.

You lapse into a comfortable silence before heading outside to have breakfast on the patio. Mitch and Sarah join you and the four talk more about the dynamics of the relationship, especially when it comes to the physical side.

Afterwards you walk inside but turn to look at the other three still on the patio. They’re smiling and joking around, and your heart melts at the love you hold for them.

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Hope you enjoyed! Not sure yet which story I'll work on next or when it will be up, but there are some ideas & requests all swirling around in my brain.

Also, as much as I do love Harry and Mitch's new haircuts, they will always have Love on Tour era hair in my stories haha it's just how I'll always picture them

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[noona-clock]

Heart of the Ranch - Part 2

Genre: Cowboy!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 | Words: 2,818

Once Namjoon left you to your own devices, you decided to walk around the ranch a bit more -- deliberately and avidly avoiding the cow pasture -- simply to dry your shoe off.

...Okay, and to get your wits about you. To settle down. To pull yourself together after that... that... well, after what had happened. You honestly weren't sure what to call it since Namjoon had really only hosed cow poop off your shoe. I guess an appropriate word would be 'encounter,' right?

You needed to pull yourself together after that encounter.

When you had pulled yourself together well enough and made your way up to your room, you were relieved to see your suitcase had been left by your bed. If you'd had to go to Emily's room and ask her for it, you were fairly sure you would've spilled everything that had just happened... and while you had pulled yourself together well enough, you didn't think you were ready to actually talk about it. At least, not without making it sound like the start of one of those corny, guilty pleasure television movies. Or the start of one of your beloved cowboy romance novels. Or a corny, guilty pleasure television movie based on one of your beloved cowboy romance novels.

As you unzipped your suitcase, you suddenly remembered the copper tub in the bathroom. A nice, hot bath sounded like just what you needed. Trish had texted you earlier about a group dinner here at the ranch in a few hours, and a nice, hot bath would be the perfect opportunity to get your thoughts in order.

Hopefully.

"Y/N, there you are!" Rachel grinned just a few seconds after you left your room to head down for dinner. Rachel was stepping through the doorway right across from you, so you returned her smile and reached your hand out so the two of you could walk downstairs together.

"Here I am!" you replied as you looped your arm through hers.

"I feel like I haven't even seen you since we got here," she pointed out, her tone indicating this was clearly a good thing. "I guess you're really taking this vacation seriously, huh?"

Obviously, you weren't going to tell her that you'd gone hunting for cell service immediately after getting out of the car.

Instead, you let out a soft sigh and said, "I mean, yeah, look at this place. It's hard not to be in vacation mode here, y'know? It's so remote and beautiful and different than back home."

Rachel inhaled, about to reply, but then you noticed she glanced over her shoulder before ducking her head close to yours. "Speaking of 'beautiful,'" she whispered. "Have you seen the guy who owns this place?"

You almost choked on a laugh because you certainly hadn't been expecting that!

"Yes, I have," you whispered back. "I ran into him while I was --"

Oh, no. What had you told them you'd be doing after you got here instead of looking for a signal to check your work notifications?

That's right!

"Taking pictures. I actually kind of stepped in some cow poop, and he hosed my shoe off for me."

Rachel gasped softly. "Oh, my gosh. Did he really?"

You nodded, finding you were unable to say anything else without veering into Romance Novel territory.

"...What did he smell like?"

"Like outside and pine-scented soap," you answered immediately.

Okay, whoa.

First of all, why hadn't you questioned Rachel's curiosity? Asking what a stranger smelled like was kind of... odd.

Second of all, why had you answered without a moment's hesitation?

Third of all, why had you even been able to answer?! You hadn't even noticed what he'd smelled like! Or at least you thought you hadn't noticed!

And yet! You knew you'd answered truthfully. You could imagine the smell so perfectly in your mind, and you knew that if you found him, walked up to him, and took a big old whiff, outside and pine-scented soap would be exactly what he smelled like.

"Oooh," Rachel giggled. "I know it's kind of a weird thing to ask, but he's basically a cowboy, and who isn't curious about what a cowboy smells like, right?"

You pressed your lips together briefly as the two of you began a slow descent down the stairs then said, "I'm going to be honest, I didn't even realize I knew what he smelled like. I don't remember even noticing!"

"So what you're saying is that he's already found his way into your soul," she replied with a slow, knowing nod, her tone implying that what she'd just said was pure fact.

"I--"

"Hey, wait for me!" you heard Emily's voice call out behind you.

Both you and Rachel paused, waiting until Emily joined you before resuming your journey down.

"You're right on time," Rachel told Emily. "Y/N was just talking about the soul connection she made with the owner. Remember that hot cowboy who checked us in?"

Emily gasped, but you quickly interrupted. "Okay, that's not what we were talking about!" you corrected with a bemused laugh. "We didn't make a soul connection!"

"You know what he smells like," Rachel pointed out. "Without even realizing you did!"

"That's definitely a good sign of a soul connection," Emily agreed. "Wait, what happened? Where and when and how did this soul connection take place?"

"We don't have a soul connection!" you whisper-shouted, unable to keep the irritation out of your voice. And you'd almost reached the bottom of the stairs by this point, so you didn't want to risk being overheard. But you also didn't want to risk your friends being mad at you, so you added, "I'll tell you all about it after dinner."

As you expected, this satiated them, and the three of you headed toward the dining room where you assumed Trish and the other guests were already waiting.

When you'd read the words 'group dinner' in Trish's text earlier today, you'd been prepared to eat with other guests who were currently staying at the ranch.

So, imagine your surprise when you'd walked into the dining room to see Trish and only Trish sitting at the table. And once you, Emily, and Rachel sat down, a door connecting the dining room to the kitchen swung open, and Namjoon appeared carrying a tray with four plates.

"Where's everyone else?" you asked, making sure to keep your tone curious rather than judgmental.

"This is it!" Namjoon replied with a grin plastered on his lips.

You briefly made eye contact with him but couldn't stop yourself from looking away shyly. He was donning the same clothes as earlier but the cowboy hat was nowhere to be seen, revealing a rather luscious head of dark hair.

As he began to serve the plates to you and your friends, you realized exactly what he was doing -- serving the plates to you and your friends.

He was the owner of this place. Why was he serving dinner?

And why were there no other guests here? It wasn't exactly an off-season for vacation, and this place was gorgeous. The ranch should've been at max occupancy!

Something was off, and as dinner went on, you became more and more sure of it. Namjoon was seemingly the only employee working, at least during dinner! And a closer look around revealed slightly chipped paint and peeling wallpaper, worn floorboards, and door and window hardware that sorely needed to be replaced.

Don't get me wrong: you didn't feel unsafe staying here. It was perfectly clean and cozy.

But, still. It was pretty clear this ranch house was past its prime.

You were too nosy to let it go.

As soon as you finished your dessert, you pushed your chair away from the table and picked up your empty dish, along with anything else on the table your friends no longer needed. And with a 'Don't worry, trust me, I know what I'm doing' look, you made your way into the kitchen.

Namjoon was visibly startled when he heard you come through the door, turning his head swiftly to glance over his shoulder.

"Oh, no, there's no need for you --"

"It looks like you could use the help," you interrupted as you carried the dishes to the sink where he was currently up to his elbows in soapy water.

You could tell he wasn't pleased by your actions, but you couldn't help it. You'd noticed a problem, and you wanted to fix it.

"What's going on here?" you asked gently, though you were unable to keep a slightly suspicious tone out of your voice. You leaned against the counter, standing close enough to Namjoon to smell that pine-scented soap you'd unconsciously imprinted into your brain.

Namjoon's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "What do you mean? You're really not supposed to be in here."

"Is it really just you? Do you do everything around here?"

He didn't answer you right away, and that told you everything you needed to know.

"No," he said after a few beats. And then he slid his gaze over to meet yours, his expression one of half-amusement, half-guilt. "I don't do the cooking."

"So, you do everything else?" you asked in disbelief. "All the cleaning, all the administrative tasks, all of the outside work?"

Namjoon let out a soft sigh before nodding.

And then you asked the obvious question: "Why?"

That made Namjoon stop and put down the plate he was washing. He turned toward you fully, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes at you. "May I ask why you're asking?"

A chuckle fell out of your lips at his use of your own words against you.

"Because I'm an accountant, and I can spot a financial problem from a mile away," you explained.

Believe it or not, a blush tinged Namjoon's cheeks. A literal cowboy who hadn't flinched at washing off cow poop was now blushing because you'd obviously hit the nail on the head.

"Where do you keep the books?" you asked.

"I can't -- I mean, I really shouldn't --" he stammered.

"You would be doing me a huge favor," you assured him, stepping just a few inches closer and lowering your voice in case Trish was listening at the door. "My friends forced me to come here because they think I work too much, so unsurprisingly, my fingers are twitching to get ahold of something with numbers."

Namjoon took a deep, hesitating breath.

"I'm really good at my job. It probably won't even take long! I don't know what it is about my brain, but I can look at numbers and just --" You snapped your fingers to convey how quickly you could work.

Before you could say anything else, Namjoon laughed softly and said, "Okay, fine. But if I get in trouble with your friends, I'm charging you extra for the pillow chocolates."

"You leave chocolates on the pillows?!" you gasped.

"No, but I will especially for you, and I'll charge you for it."

The smile tugging at his lips was also making his eyes crinkle in the most adorable and attractive way. And it was then you noticed something about him that was always a dealbreaker for you -- but a 'dealbreaker' in the sense that, once you saw someone possessed this feature, you were a goner. Hook, line, and sinker.

Namjoon had dimples.

Thankfully, Namjoon said, "Let me just finish up here, and I'll show you. Meet me at the front desk in about twenty minutes?" because you were now so breathless, you weren't sure you could actually speak.

You nodded at him, letting out a positive 'mhm' before getting out of there as quickly as possible.

...And then you were almost immediately accosted by Trish, Emily, and Rachel.

Of course.

"What happened?"

"Why did you go in there?"

"And what about the cow poop?!"

Considering, the four of you were still right outside the kitchen, you shushed your friends and shooed them into another room -- a sitting room with plush armchairs and a roaring fire.

Once you were all settled, you took a deep breath.

"Okay, so," you began.

Trish, Rachel, and Emily all leaned forward in their chairs.

You tried not to leave out any detail, starting from when you got out of the car (yes, you admitted to looking for a cell signal to check your work notifications) and ending with agreeing to meet Namjoon at the front desk to look over the ranch's finances (yes, you even included the fact you'd noticed his dimples).

"Oh my god, you're going to fall in love," Emily breathed, her eyes wide and sparkling. "You're going to move here and help him get this place back to its former glory and live happily ever after."

"Emily!" you laughed, rolling your eyes. "Please. None of that is going to happen. I mean, hopefully, I can help a little, but... Definitely not the rest of it."

Trish pushed the cuff of her shirt back and checked her watch, eyebrows raised. "So, you've got about twelve minutes before you're supposed to meet him, which means we've got twelve minutes to come up with a plan."

"A plan?" you asked before either Emily or Rachel (or both) could say something. "A plan for what?"

"A plan for you to actually have fun on this vacation," she answered with a nod.

...How were you supposed to refute that? If you said 'no,' it would just be Grinch-y of you! And, sure, maybe you were a workaholic (you were definitely a workaholic), but you weren't a Grinch.

At least you hoped not.

So, you simply said, "All right, I'm all ears."

Luckily, Namjoon was already sitting at the front desk when you arrived -- if you'd had to wait for him, you surely would've snooped. Snooping was not part of The Plan, and while you still weren't fully convinced you needed The Plan, you didn't want to dismantle it in hour zero.

"Hey," you greeted as you approached, trying to ignore the flutterings in your heart and stomach when he looked up and half-grinned at you.

"Hey..." he replied with slight dread clutching his words. He stood from his chair and pulled it out just enough for you to take his place. "Be my guest."

And now your heart was fluttering for a totally different reason. Once you sat down and turned toward his computer, you were faced with spreadsheets and numbers and finances.

This is what made your life worth living!

...All right, objectively speaking, you could understand why your friends had made you take a vacation.

Anyway.

For the next hour, you pored over Namjoon's financial spreadsheets for the year, asking for more details and pointing out discrepancies along the way ("Why are you spending this much on plates and glasses?" "What can I say, I'm clumsy!"). You tried not to be too in-depth, but your accounting brain couldn't help it.

When you finally finished, you let out a short sigh, turned around to face him, and said in the most agreeable tone you could muster, "Whoever does your finances has no idea what they're doing."

Namjoon pressed his lips together. "...It's me," he admitted.

"...You don't have an actual accountant?"

He shook his head.

"Not even someone to do your taxes?"

He shook his head again.

"Namjoon," you scolded. "Why?! You're a business!"

"Because I can't afford it!" he rebutted.

"Yeah, you can't afford it because you don't know what you're doing!"

Truly, you were not trying to be mean. Unfortunately, you were just stating a fact!

Before he could argue or apologize, you said, "I would be absolutely happy to help you, but I can't do much with what little you have. The first problem we have to solve is revenue."

Namjoon opened his mouth to say something... but then he quickly closed it. His forehead wrinkled, and his lips tugged downward in confusion.

"...We have to solve a problem?"

"Yes, we," you answered, avoiding his gaze just a little bit. "I've already gotten involved, and I'll be here all week. I might as well see things through."

And also because the first part of The Plan was doing just this: coming up with a way to help Namjoon and BTS Ranch and personally following through with it. In the words of Emily, it would mean spending more time with Namjoon, and spending more time with Namjoon meant you'd fall in love faster.

You certainly didn't know about that, but... you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to spend more time with him. If only to see his dimples again.

(See them up close and personal, that is. You'd certainly see them in your dreams -- probably for the rest of your life!)

Namjoon's deep sigh broke into your thoughts, and your gaze wandered over to meet his again.

"Well, then" he murmured, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "What should we do?"

Part 3