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ghostiesen · 5 months ago

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yandere!enemy x male!reader

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"Just… Fuck off. No, it's not fucking Alice from history class," he says, clicking his tongue in annoyance, and you don't fail to notice how he rolls his eyes. "Stop trying to guess my crush, you're not even close!" he exclaims, turning his head to glare at you, eyes narrowing just slightly.

Suddenly, an idea crosses your mind and you can't help the smug smirk that spreads across your face.

Stepping closer, you notice the way Sebastian's eyebrows furrow in confusion and his glare falters.

"Am I close enough now?" you ask, leaning down to his level, faces only inches apart. Your grin only widens as you notice his gaze briefly lower towards your lips, taking note of his visibly shaky breath, chuckling as he growls in frustration.

The shorter male pushes at your chest, catching you off guard and making you stumble. He grabs the collar of your shirt, pulling you down to his level, and you can feel his warm breath hitting your face.

"I hate you," he says, tone low as he glares at you through his eyelashes, his dark brown eyes holding something far deeper than hatred. At his words, you tilt your head to the side, a blank look on your face. You can't help but to search his gaze, narrowing your eyes as if it would make things clearer, yet you can't decipher Sebastian's mystery.

Then, you lean in once more, your faces barely an inch apart, and you couldn't stop yourself from smirking down at the boy.

"You hate me?" you ask, your sultry voice just above a whisper, taking notice of how Sebastian's eyes seem to follow your lips as you speak, along with the way his lips part for just a split second.

He blinks, completely taken aback. His face flushes red, but the surprise on his face is quickly masked by another glare.

Groaning in frustration, Sebastian lets go of your shirt and turns away, cheeks so hot he swears to himself that you can feel the warmth.

"You know what, [Name]? You're making me regret ever accepting this study date with you," He says, his back facing you as he tries to calm his racing heart down.

"Oh, you think this is a date?" you ask, raising an eyebrow and fixing your shirt as you grin at him.

Sebastian quickly turns to face you, only to give you another glare, seemingly fed up with your antics. You chuckle, allowing a small grin to creep across your face.

"I'll stop, I'll stop," you say, grabbing the abandoned math book from the table and sitting down in the nearest chair.

Sebastian keeps glancing between you and his books for a few moments, the silence between you two making him grow more and more antsy before he finally clears his throat and speaks up, playing with the fabric of his black tie.

"Do you do this with everyone?" he asks, the look on his face blank. If you didn't know better, you would have been confused as to what he was talking about.

"No, just you, Seb," you reply, giving him a small glance before you shift your focus back on the book, writing the formula down.

At your words, his breath hitches in his throat and his mouth hangs slightly ajar, looking at you with an intent gaze.

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes had been raking over your features, narrowing slightly. His fists clenched, his grip around the mechanical pencil he was holding tightening for a split second, until he released a small huff and turned his head, his gaze leaving your form shortly after.

༺♰༻ Yandere Enemy who always watched for your reaction when he insulted you. And despite everything, he was still the one getting flustered. All because you never took his words to heart, flirting and teasing him instead.

༺♰༻ Yandere Enemy who got jealous every time anyone else was being an asshole to you. He was the only one allowed to treat you like that, the only one who should've been allowed to call you names.

༺♰༻ Yandere Enemy who, during lunch time, constantly had his eyes on you. He didn't care if you felt his gaze or not. He liked knowing what you were doing, who you were with, how you were feeling.

༺♰༻ Yandere Enemy who actually always liked having his eyes on you. Fortunately for you, and unfortunately for him, he couldn't keep watch over you during the classes that the two of you didn't share. Sebastian didn't have someone he could just order around in every class just to keep an eye on you, and this really irked the boy.

Of course, Sebastian wasn't like this from the start. The boy didn't even like you, you got on his nerves like nobody else could. And that's when his insults started, when you were just a little too loud, a little too obnoxious for his liking.

With annoyance, the boy couldn't stop himself from insulting you, getting just a little bit too close to you when he was threatening to shut you up. You thought he was flirting in an aggressive way. Sebastian meant shutting you up with his fist, not with his lips.

And so, you kept teasing the poor male, and it only resulted with your impending doom. Sebastian had never gotten this type of attention before, and as frustrating as you were to him, he only seemed to be more and more drawn towards you.

The shorter male grew up craving affection, never having had enough, and he could not help himself from the need that coursed through his veins, making him feel as if there was a piece of barbed wire constantly tightening around his heart whenever he simply wanted to be close to someone. The sharp pang of pain always made his jaw tense, unable to do anything else other than just watch from afar, craving the attention of the person he held so dearly.

It wasn't just people though, he had noticed. Noticed the way that even despite his parents getting him a puppy, he couldn't shake off the anger building up inside him when the puppy constantly craved his father's attention instead. He did everything, put in his best effort, and it had never been enough, not even to a puppy.

Not when he made his first friend.

Not even with the first boy that made his heart thump so loudly against his ribcage that he swore the other could hear it.

The feeling of importance never came back to him, it was never mutual to him.

So, naturally, when he saw you going out of your way to get his attention, to make him flustered and to get him so annoyed he would just pull you closer with a snarl, his heart didn't hold the same familiar feeling.

Instead, his heart swelled, a heady rush of feelings overtaking him as his heart skipped a beat every time your gazes locked, rendering him speechless as if his mind was foggy, unable to think about anything.

It was the way you effortlessly rendered him speechless, unable to do anything but curse and shove you away, and you never realized the true effect you had on him, or how far this effect reached. For you, it was just a harmless joke, just teasing the guy who seemed like he couldn't stand you or anything that came out of your mouth.

It was all simply for shits and giggles.

Until Sebastian saw you being a little too close to a friend.

Surprisingly, despite the tension between the two of you, you often had study sessions together. Today was no different, if you didn't count how quiet and visibly tense Sebastian was, but you did not pry. You didn't have that luxury.

Even when you teased him, he merely glanced at you, his jaw tense, then his focus went back to his notes as if you never opened up your mouth. The way the boy just gave you an empty glare without insulting you or making any comments on your behavior was making you feel extremely uneasy, it was nothing like the Sebastian you knew.

In his mind, it was like all hell breaking loose. The way his mind raced with thoughts of you and the male, the two of you a little closer than what would be considered platonic. It made him seethe with anger, as if his heart was wrapped tightly with the familiar barbed wire all over again, growing tighter and tighter by the minute.

Despite every attempt you made, he couldn't stop himself from being so cold. It was from how heavy his heart felt, slowly crushed by the tightly wrapped wire. Every glance you gave him, every word that rolled off your tongue, they all made the indignation coursing through his veins run deeper, like fuel to the fire. It was supposed to help, to calm him down, and instead it made it all worse, making him feel like it was all a lie.

Like you were toying with him when you said you only did this with him and no one else.

On your end, you were getting fed up with the feeling of uneasiness, turning to look at Sebastian once more.

"Seb," you start, biting your lower lip nervously. Your gaze remains fixed on the other boy, anxiously playing with the pen in your hand as you waited for a reply.

"[Name]," he replies, his tone cold. It wasn't his usual irritated tone, nor were his words paired with his usual annoyed expression. It was like he was merely a shell of the boy you were talking to just yesterday.

"You're acting weird. Is everything okay? If… you don't mind me asking, that is," you ask anxiously, and your nerves don't go unnoticed, his gaze briefly flickering to your hand as you played with the pen. Suddenly self-aware, you put it down on the table, trying to sit still. As you lean back in your chair, you glance back at Sebastian, whose gaze was already on you, now meeting your own. The look on his face was blank, yet it emanated a coldness that made a shiver run down your spine.

For a few moments there was a tense silence between the two of you until Sebastian finally spoke up.

"Can't you see?" he starts, tilting his head to the side, jaw visibly tense, and yet the cold gaze was still present as if it was something normal for the shorter male. "You're acting like you did nothing." his eyes narrow, eyes fixed on you as if you were his prey. "You insert yourself into my life, tell me these things, do these things, and then… Then you just… Act like nothing ever happened. You said you don't do these things with anyone else, [Name]. I thought, for once, the feeling was mutual." he continues, harsh glare burning right through you.

"And then you went ahead, got close to some… some nobody. Like I was never there. Like you never did those things." his voice raises now, jaw clenching with the irritation of having to recall the close proximity you had with your friend. "I hate it. I hate how I need you to breathe, [Name]. I hate this tight grip you have me in. Did you even know? Did you know that only with you I feel alive?" he asks, raising his eyebrow in question.

You don't know when he got so close, but he was standing in front of you now. Your brain could barely even register his words, your mouth agape as you watched him speak.

"I… I hope I occupy your mind like you occupy mine, [Name]. And, honestly, if you think about it… No one deserves you. You're mine." he looks down at you, a hint of finality in his tone as he says those words.

You blink, staring up at him, and you swear you can see a satisfied glint in his eyes at how long it takes you to finally speak up.

"Sebastian…" you start, and his eyebrows raise expectantly, making you swallow thickly as you struggled to find your words. "That's just a friend. With you it's… It's different."

"With me it's different?" he repeats, his eyes narrowing. The male's heart thumps loudly against his ribcage at your promising words, so loudly he's afraid you might hear it.

"Yes, it's… You don't like me, Seb. Not like that." you turn to look at the ground, trying to ignore the intense gaze fixed on you as you gnaw on your bottom lip.

You just kept saying all of the wrong things. Your words made his gaze darken, eyes narrowing further. The look on his face was as if you weren't the object of his affection, slowly bordering on obsession. It was as if you were a stranger, someone he merely viewed as prey.

"Not like that?" he repeats, scoffing. He licks his lips, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Sebastian leans down to your level, gazing right back into your eyes as he speaks. "Baby, I'd burn this world for you. Do I have to say it loud and clear? Do I have to specifically say that I like you, [Name]?" he tilts his head, his jaw tense with frustration. "Would you finally get it if I did that?"

You blink, your mouth agape at his words. You felt yourself trying to back away, to put distance between the two of you. His intense gaze was sending shivers down your spine, and you could feel the hair on your body stand up, fear coursing through your veins.

This was not the Sebastian you knew, but did you ever really know him?

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myung-jaes · 8 months ago

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USED TO THIS ― lee anton

005. oh my god, the voices

the minute you heard the two resounding knocks on your door, followed by three faster-paced knocks, you rushed to open it, feet dragging to the source of the sound— anton’s personalized knocks.

you placed your hand on the cool metal of the handle, opening the wooden door, sighing as your eyes caught sight of the boy towering in front of you, his brown hair sticking in all directions.

"anton, i told you just to text me, i can walk myself to your car," you mumbled.

however, anton completely ignored you, moving his hand to push your face, your feet staggering as your frame was shoved away from the doorway. "shut up, i didn't walk up here for you."

"my baby," he cooed, sitting on the floor, gently petting kiki, as she ran to anton, taking in his familiar scent.

"my cat is not your baby," you grumbled, closing the door as you begrudgingly joined the two.

"yes, she is, we basically have shared custody over her," anton laughed, watching as kiki nuzzled her head all over your hand.

"no we do not," you emphasized. "you're just saying that because every time you come over, you choose to terrorize my cat."

"i think terrorize is the wrong word,” anton stood up, glancing down at you. “why, are you jealous?”

you scrunched your nose in disgust at the boy, sticking your tongue out at him which prompted him to take a step closer to you.

“aw, don’t be jealous, yn,” he fake cooed, hands reaching out in front of him as you side-stepped to avoid him. “dude, where are you going? this feels like rejection.”

“no thanks!” you yelled, rushing out the front door before he could reach you, anton only stopping for a brief moment before falling in step behind you, his keys in hand.

the minute you sat in the passenger seat of anton's car, the boy driving off once you were completely seated, you were hit with a sense of deja vu. the setting sun darkening the sky, beaming lights from oncoming traffic, and the soft hum of anton's playlist in the background— the playlist he made for you for your 20th birthday, his yearly tradition.

everything took you back to your time in new jersey, the end-of-the-day drives you and anton would have, his mom driving after a day of anton's swim meets, the same meets that you told him you were against going to due to the pungent smell of chlorine, but you could never bring yourself to miss a single one, being there for every single one of anton's achievements.

“yn.”

you snapped out of your flashback, turning to anton, his eyes meeting yours briefly before directing his gaze back to the road in front of him.

you hummed, signaling for him to speak what was on his mind. anton paused, gathering his thoughts, afraid he would shatter the comfortable silence you had into pieces.

"what was ricky talking about? you know, when he said you thought i was mad at you?" anton spoke gently, his voice above a whisper almost as if he didn't want you to hear, terrified that if you did, you would give him the answer he would never want to hear uttered from your lips.

you winced, screwing your eyes shut, silently cursing ricky in your head. “anton,” you dragged out, wanting to get away from the pressing conversation.

“yn,” anton mocked your tone, his lips quivered to a faint smile. “no, seriously why did you think i was mad at you?”

“it’s nothing, it’s stupid really,” you shrugged, choosing to turn your head to glance out at the cars moving beside you, hoping if you ignore the situation it’ll just disappear.

“yn,” anton said your name again, though this time it sounded different. you felt the car slow to a stop as you approached a red light. “this is going to sound so cliche, but you know you can talk to me, you know me. it’s not like i’ll judge you.”

at this you turned back to face anton, only to catch him already staring at you, his eyes twinkling as they darted across your face, trying to read your mind.

you felt yourself wavering with the eye contact, slowly reaching your breaking point to cave into anton’s gaze prodding you to talk about it.

god, can this light take any longer to turn green.

your fingers found their way to mess with the loose ends of your bracelet, one that mirrored the one on anton’s right wrist. “it’s just . . . god, i’m going to sound so stupid.”

“like that’s ever going to happen,” anton muttered, and you scoffed, the eye contact burdening you as you glanced down at the mismatched beads of your bracelet. anton, even with all his teasing, would always stress how smart you were in his eyes, even when you did the simplest things.

“okay, just know that i was definitely over-analyzing everything, and it just got to my head,” you took a brief pause, twisting the faded blue smiley face hanging on the string on your wrist. “i just noticed you seemed off, like you were bothered by something? i mean, i don’t know, you were just zoning out, and when i asked you, it just seemed like you were brushing me off. so, i thought i did something wrong.”

“but,” you quickly spoke before anton could even begin to protest your observation. “it’s not like we didn’t talk, plus you did give me the judgy anton side-eye just for breathing. so, i was just overthinking it, and making it about me— which, for one, i need to stop doing, because just because someone is quiet does not always mean they’re mad at you, yn, but, oh my god, the voices.”

anton, secretly thankful for the slow turning light that remained red, kept his gaze on you, his eyes crinkling up as his lips were upturned to a smile at the sight of your ongoing ramble. although you were reserved with other people outside of your friend group, you always had the tendency to let out all the talking you withheld yourself from around him.

“yn,” he whispered, inching his head closer as his elbow rested on the dashboard between you two. “why would you even think i’d be mad at something you did?”

you turned your head to him, looking at him as if he had horns growing from his head. “maybe because you get upset whenever eunseok makes fun of your voice or when sohee steals your clothes, and i literally always do both of those things, so what if i went too far with the teasing?”

“they’re not you.”

“what?”

“eunseok and sohee,” he sighed, lowering his head to match your level, peering up at you slightly through his eyelashes, “are not you. hell, i don’t think it’s even possible for anyone to get mad at you.”

“anton.”

“i’m serious.”

“no, anton, the light.”

he immediately turns his head, hands flying to the wheel, gently stepping on the gas pedal, thankful for the absence of cars behind him.

seriously, now it turns green. he complains slightly, second-guessing his luck, destiny, and everything in between.

the remainder of the car ride to the post office was silent, the two of you reeling in the comfort of it, pushing back your prior conversation to the back of your heads.

if you ignore it, maybe it'll be like it didn't happen.

as anton shifted his car in park, he switched off the ignition and turned his head to you. “do you want me to come with you?”

though he held a hint of amusement in his voice, you, nonetheless, knew he was serious, making you whip your head to him, giving him a look that only he could ever read. anton let out a breathy laugh, getting out of the car without needing to hear a single word from you.

the two of you walked into the post office, anton holding the door open before following behind you. “so what exactly did you order that it had to come from new jersey?”

“well,” you dragged out. “it’s not exactly an order, more so a package from someone.”

“then, why’d you say it was an order? i thought you were a spending addict again.”

“i like lying.” you shrugged as you approached the man at the front desk, giving him your name and id.

“so what is it?” anton prodded, peering over your shoulder at the package you had just been handed, to which you shoved his shoulder. he recognized the name and address of the sender— your home address.

“just some stuff that i never brought with me when i moved.”

“as in?”

“my journal,” you muttered, bowing your head from embarrassment.

anton gasped, “you mean the journal.”

“that’s a bit dramatic, it’s just a journal full of old pictures.”

“okay and? they’re memories,” anton stated the obvious, the two of you getting back into his car. “wait, we should look through them.”

“don’t you have better things to do?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, his excitement evident in the way he talked.

“um, no?” anton sassed. “wait, actually, put it on pause, we’re going to the convenience store first. you owe me food.”

you laughed, shaking your head at how quick he was to remember your half-assed promise to him.

the moment anton shut off his car, parked in the lot of the store, he ran out of the vehicle, rushing to your side to pull your door open. he then dragged you by the arm, trying to get you to walk faster.

“hurry up, you slow ass,” anton whined, pushing you by your shoulders towards the door, the bell ringing as you two entered. “you owe me for wasting my brain power on driving.”

“i miss when you were nice to me,” you sighed, smacking anton’s arm to get him away from you to which he stuck his tongue out at you, you following his actions.

“okay, here’s the mission,” at his words, you scrunched your face. mission? “we split up to save time, but we can only get things for the other person.”

before you could protest, he already began pushing you to one side of the store.

“wait, but what if you poison me or, worse, feed me seaweed,” you shuddered, looking back at the boy, his back to you as he walked in the opposite direction.

he looked back at you, remembering how sick you’d gotten the last time you ate the store-bought packets of seaweed, “i won’t, i promise.”

you looked away, beginning to search the aisles for something, anything that you knew anton would like. yet, you were somehow prompted to turn back a second time, looking back at your best friend, rapidly scanning through the aisles.

you chuckled, beginning to turn back before you bumped into a firm chest, the heat rushing to your cheeks from embarrassment as the stranger’s items fell from their hands.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry!”

anton jumped, hearing the ruckus and he peeked up above the shelves, catching sight of you and the stranger, laughing at how you panicked to help out in retrieving the fallen items. he had made a mental note to pick on you about it later.

once he was satisfied with the items he was carrying, having a small array of your favorite snacks, he wandered to the front of the store, hoping to find you there. instead, he furrowed his brows at your absence, racking his brain to see if he forgot to tell you to meet back at the entrance so you could pay together— not that he would let you pay, despite your promise.

anton, driven by his rising worries, began walking in the direction where he had sent you, preparing to peer through each aisle for you. though he didn’t have to, only to find you at the exact place he last spotted you, where you had bumped into the stranger.

to anton’s surprise, you were long done with assisting the victim of your clumsiness, and the two of you were engaged in a conversation. anton smiled, noting the lack of usual nervousness on your face when being approached by strangers. however, as quick as the smile was to appear, it was even faster to fall once his brain recognized who the poor stranger was.

there in front of him, was you locked in a conversation, with no other care to your surroundings, with kim taeyoung.

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unpopularwriter25 · 8 months ago

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@musix-s Requested a part 2 to the Yoriichi x Gen-Z reader!!

Blossoms of Eternal Love

Summary: Despite her lack of experience with romance, Y/N is constantly swept off her feet by Yoriichi’s effortless and heartfelt declarations of love. During a walk amidst the enchanting cherry blossoms, Yoriichi’s tender words and actions leave Y/N overwhelmed with emotion.

Warnings: None

Note: WE ALL NEED A YORIICHI IN OUR LIFE. I had a little too much fun writing this out. @musix-s I hope this what you wanted!! I had trouble trying to find a good way to start it.

Y/N didn't know much about romance. She never had a boyfriend in her past life. Her attitude drove the guys away. She remembers watching those videos of dudes rizzing up their girlfriends or the random girls and always wondered if someone would ever say stuff like that to her.

The warm afternoon sun bathed the small house Y/N and Yoriichi shared in a golden glow. Y/N was lounging on the couch, lost in thought, when Yoriichi entered, his presence calming and gentle.

“Would you like to take a walk with me, Y/N?” Yoriichi’s voice was soft, like a soothing melody.

Y/N nodded, smiling as she rose to follow him outside. As they stepped into the sunlight, Yoriichi took her hand in his, lifting it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss on her knuckles. His eyes never left hers. “Your touch is the only thing that can calm my restless heart,” he said, his voice like velvet.

Y/N felt herself melt inside. How could he say something so romantic so effortlessly? As they walked, he would occasionally glance at her, each time saying something that made her heart flutter.

“You know,” Yoriichi began, his tone casual yet filled with warmth, “every moment I spend with you is a moment I cherish deeply.”

His words were as smooth as butter, and each one made Y/N feel weak at the knees. She tried to focus on the path ahead, but his gaze and his words were magnetic. She could see the genuine love in his eyes, and it made everything he said so much more intense.

They continued down a path lined with cherry blossom trees in full bloom. Petals drifted gently to the ground like pink snow, and the air was filled with their sweet fragrance, creating an almost magical atmosphere.

Suddenly, Yoriichi stopped walking and turned to face her. “Y/N,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. “You are my everything. Without you, my world would be dark and empty."

Her face turned crimson, and she felt like her brain had short-circuited. She stood there, trying to process his words, but they overwhelmed her. Yoriichi’s concern was evident as he stepped closer, his hands gently cupping her face. His thumb caressed her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice filled with worry. Instead of checking her temperature with his hands, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. “Do you have a fever?” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Y/N’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The combination of his tender touch, his sincere words, and his close proximity was too much for her to handle. She was utterly and completely overwhelmed, unable to form a coherent response.

Yoriichi looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of love and concern. “You mean everything to me, Y/N. I would cross the entire world just to see you smile.”

Her heart felt like it might burst from the sheer intensity of her feelings. She was at a loss for words, her body trembling slightly from the overwhelming emotions coursing through her. Yoriichi seemed to understand her silence, his expression softening as he held her close.

In that moment, Y/N knew without a doubt that he was aware of the effect he had on her. He had to know. But instead of teasing her, he simply held her, his presence comforting and reassuring. She leaned into him, her heart full, knowing that she was deeply loved by this incredible man.

The world around them faded into the background, leaving just the two of them in their own perfect moment. The cherry blossom petals continued to fall around them, adding to the romantic setting. Yoriichi’s forehead remained pressed against hers, and he whispered the sweetest words a man could ever say to someone. “My love for you is eternal, Y/N. In this life and the next, I will always find you and love you.”

Y/N did not know it was possible for someone to be this romantic. She felt herself getting overwhelmed. Her no-bullshit attitude was left somewhere else. She did the only thing she could think to do in that moment since her words weren’t going to come out. She kissed him.

Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss that spoke volumes of their love and connection. Yoriichi’s hands moved to cradle the back of her head gently, deepening the kiss just enough to convey his unwavering devotion. The cherry blossoms swirled around them, as if the world itself was celebrating their love.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N’s face was flushed, and her heart was pounding in her chest. Yoriichi smiled at her, a look of pure adoration in his eyes. “Thank you for being my everything,” he whispered, his voice full of love.

Y/N smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through her entire being. In that moment, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be, with the person who loved her more than anything in the world.

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mentally-unstable-hottie13 · 3 months ago

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⭐️Senior Year Sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM! Reader

Chapter summery: babysitting shenanigans and awkward situations.

Word count: 3,069

Estimated read time: 14 mins

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Chapter 9

Some off brand soda should fix that

You finish both you and Henry’s food and you watch Stella play. He silently chomps down on his second while simultaneously tossing back some chips. This man was a fucking machine when it came to eating, good god.

“Been meanin to ask.” His mumbles from a full mouth snap you out of your judgment. “Who’s kid even is this?” He points to Stella on the playset.

You snort and set down your sandwich. “No idea I picked her up off a shelf at a Walmart.” You state with a completely serious tone and look. It appears Henry didn’t get the joke as his face is nothing but utter confusion. You laugh at the face he’s making and steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder. “I’m kidding dude. One of Kevin’s friends needed some help so he let me take his daughter out for a few hours like they worked. I told her I’d take her shopping and then we would have a ‘picnic’ so she could play.”

“Oh.” Henry replies. No longer confused.

“By the way…. Is your chest ok?” You ask.

“Whaddya mean?”

“Down by the barrens when I beat your ass. I hit you in the chest like 6 times. I didn’t notice any bruises there but I also just might not have realized I made them.”

“It’s fine. You bruised my sternum bone pretty bad but you didn’t cause any skin bruises.”

“And your ribs? I told you to lay off them for a while but here you are. Not doing that.”

“They hurt but I’ll live. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Can you just relax on the killer tendencies for like 2 weeks.” You snort.

“I don’t have ‘killer tendencies’” Henry says defensively.

“Yeah sure.” You joke.

“I fucking don’t! You don’t know anything about me! I sure as fuck don’t have any fucking killer tendencies, bitch!” He begins to yell and stands up.

“Hey! Henry, calm down!” You shout and grab his shoulders. “Stella is watching can you keep it the fuck down!” You whisper yell.

“Fuck you! You think that just because you helped me once you are all high and fuckin mighty? Tellin me what to do an’ shit” he hits your arm away, hard. That doesn't stop you from grabbing his arm again.

“Listen, I'm sorry. I made a joke that wasn’t funny. Please calm down before you hurt yourself. Stella is right there and she likes you, don’t make a fucking scene. I’m sorry.” You basically plead with him. He’s still standing while you remain seated. His face is turned away from you but you can see his breathing soften. All that yelling and huffing probably hurt his chest.

You tug on him just a little to prompt him to sit back down and he does. He sits with his legs turned out from the bench, as if he’s getting ready to run. You sigh and pull a drink from one of the bags and hand it to him. You swear whatever weird relationship you had with him was always taking 2 steps back just as you made a little progress.

The two of you sit there in silence for a few minutes. He sips his drink while you watch Stella play. After a minute you see someone approaching her. What the fuck? You slowly rise as you see the man get closer and closer to her. He begins speaking to her from a few feet away and you sprint out to her. She looks uncomfortable. You run to the opposite side of the playset from where the man is and call for her.

“Stella! Hon it’s time to finish your food!” She looks to you with relief and starts to walk but the man catches the bottom of her sweater.

“You can go over to momma in a minute. We were just talking. Don’t you know it’s impolite to walk away when an adult is talking to you?”

You climb onto the playset and snatch her away from him.

“And don’t you know it’s fucking creepy to talk to little girls by themselves.”

“Hey, no need to make a fuss we were just talking.”

“And what conversation could you have been having with a four year old that’s so fucking interesting you try to keep her away from her mother?” Stella looked up at you with big eyes and you think you said something wrong. But you needed to give the illusion of a stronger bond with her to hopefully keep this freak away.

“I was just asking her about her friends and school. Though she seems to have no manners. You should teach your kid to speak when spoken to.”

“And your mother should have taught you that approaching little girls on a playset is weird.” You try to walk away but just as he had done with Stella. The man grabs you. You try to pull away but you can’t. You set Stella down and she runs off to the opposite side of the playset.

“You should leave.” you hear Henry say in a stern voice. The guy looks to Henry and rolls his eyes before looking back at you getting ready to speak again. This guy had a crazy grip!

“I ain’t see any kids here that could be yours..?” Henry announces. “I also see that you are dressed real fucken dark for such a sunny, warm day. I suggest you leave before we call the cops. You are either all dressed up because had plans or you’ve already been caught by the cops being a fucking preditor once..” At this the man let’s you go and you run to Stella. You kneel in front of her and hold her. The man slowly walks to Henry until they are almost chest to chest.

“What do you think the cops will do? huh? Take me in for questions? Set me out after a couple hours? You know nothing kid.” The man turns away with a disrespectful raise if his hand.

“I do know one thing..” Henry puts his hands in his pockets calmly.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. They sure as fuck won’t recognize you once I’m done smashing your face into metal pole” he point to a big blue metal pipe, holding up the playset. “And by the time they get here I’ll have already killed you. I kindly suggest you leave.”

Henry gives a signature half smile and takes a step closer to him. Without another word the man dressed in black hurriedly leaves the park. Henry climbs on top of the playset and jogs to you and Stella. He kneels down beside you and before he can say anything Stella let’s go of you and hugs him tightly. He looks at you wide eyed and confused before stiffly wrapping his arms around her. Stella cries and Henry looks so absolutely out of his element. He mouths to you ‘take her!’ You shrug and mouth back ‘no!’ And do a hugging motion with your arms to tell him to continue holding her.

You rise to your feet and help Henry up as he holds Stella. All of you get off the playset and wander over back to the picnic table where Stella refuses to let go of Henry even once she’s stopped crying. You clean up and gather all the grocery bags onto the table. A buzz in your pocket startles the silence. You take out your phone and answer.

“Hello?”

“Ey! It’s Doug! Kevin and I are just about done ‘ere. Why don’t you two come on back?”

“Sure thing. We will be there soon.” You hang up the phone and put it back in your pocket. You slowly hold out your arms to Henry as a sign for him to give you Stella. Poor thing. She’s out cold. Nothing really happened but it must have really stressed her out. He hands her to you and you pick up your bags.

“You leavin?” Henry asks.

“Yeah…. Her dad is ready to have her back….. thank you Henry.. for everything.” You hug him from the side with your free arm before you rise from the bench and start walking.

Henry would never admit it. But he really fucking liked that half assed little hug. After a few minutes he also picks up his own groceries and makes his way home. His actions today make him think, as he walked down the dirt road. Henry hated kids. Especially ones way younger then him. He would have never fucking stood up for one. But that little girl was different. She was different because she was with you. You were so kind and loving with her. Henry couldn’t say he didn’t notice how amazing you were with her. And you could say the same for him.

Henry Bowers fucking hated children, but not the ones he took care of with you. In fact, he was almost great at it.

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The walk back to the shop was slow and peaceful. About halfway through Stella had woken up in your arms. She stirred to lucidity and looked at you with her big, beautiful, blue eyes. You looked back down at her and smiled. She looked upset.

“What’s wrong hun?” You ask the girl.

“…you…” she can’t seem to get the words out and hides her face in her curly blonde hair.

“Go on. You can tell me.”

Stella takes a deep breath and looks away. “You..you said you were my mommy….” She looks so sad…

“Oh hun I’m sorry. Was that wrong? I should have explained but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I…” she sniffs and tears well up in her eyes. “I don’t have a mommy….” Oh no. You confused the poor girl. You stop walking and kneel down to get her on the ground along with the bags and hug her with both arms.

“I’m so so so sorry sweetie. I had no idea.”

She cried into your hair for a few seconds before she whispered into your hair. “Can you be my mommy?” You think your heart just turned to ash.

“Oh sweetie I wish I could but I’m too young to be a mommy.” You hug her as tight as possible. “I’ll always be here though. We can ask your dad to let us have sleepovers, and I h can help you with anything you could ever ask me ok?” You loosen the hug and Stella rubs her nose. You feel so bad for the mistake you made. You position to pick her up again and hand her a bag before picking up the others and walking again. Maybe you should talk to Kevin about this…

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“Honey I’m home!” You shout as usual into the store. You set down Stella and let her run toward her dad as you set all the bags onto the front counter.

“Well hey there princess!” Dough yells to his vivacious daughter as he picks her up and spins her.

“Daddy!” Stella giggles to her dad. “____ took me to the store then we had a pu-pu…?” She tries and fails to say the word. “Pipe-her-nicks!” Her dad giggles at his daughter before correcting her with a simple, short. “You mean picnic.” She nods in affirmation as her dad sets her down.

“There’s a tv in the back room.” Kevin announces and the girl looks giddy. She runs to you and asks a quick “may I have a juice?” You nod and have her a drink before she runs to the back room and shuts the door. Within seconds, all of you can hear the gentle tune of a cartoon's theme song. Doug stares at the door for a few seconds with a gentle smile. He turns to you with that same smile pasted on his face.

“Thanks for taking care of her. She seems to like you.”

“It was no issue she’s an angel”

Kevin joins in from behind the counter. “Anything happen while you were out?”

“…” Kevin takes your silence as an obvious yes.

“____” he says your name in warning. You really didn’t know how to tell her dad. You didn’t know if he’d be mad at you or not.

“Well… there was this guy at the park and I totally took care of it. He wasn’t an issue. It’s just that…” you look dough in the eyes before looking away and to the floor. “To get Stella away from him I sorta…mighta… said I was her mother…?…. I could tell I struck something in her when I said it and she asked me on the way here if..if I would be her momma since she doesn't have one..” you wince as the words come out.

You slowly lift your head to set your eyes on Doug to see that his face has softened and he looks almost sad. He takes a few, slow, gentle steps toward you before embracing you in a passionate hug.

He says gently next to you. “I know I’m just a dad. This is the first kid I’ve ever had, and holy fuck I’m lost. A little girl needs a girl around, she needs someone who’s not her dad sometimes. If it ain’t to much, could you be that for her? I’ll pay you to babysit, just help her grow up into a girl who’s dad didn’t fuck up…she needs a girl like you around.” You start to tear up. You wish you had someone like you when you were growing up. You nod and release Doug from the embrace.

As strange and eventful as the day was, it surely did mean something to you. Maybe this weird ass town was becoming home? Maybe it ain’t so bad here.

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10:57.

Cra-luhnk….

You are snapped from the fantasy world of your mind by a tiny noise coming from your window. You were just reading a story on your phone while some trash tv show played in the background.

You and Kevin had gotten home a few hours ago. Kevin was exhausted as per usual. The pair of you got Chinese take out on the way home. Once you stepped foot in the house Kevin divided up the food then took his meal into his room to eat, then went to bed. While you were in the Chinese place you ordered about 5 extra of everything, each. Neither of you felt like cooking this week, so stocking up seemed like a good idea.

You get up off the bed and over to the window to find the source of the sound.

To absolutely no surprise, Henry Bowers stood below your balcony with a handful of pebbles that he was tossing at your window.

‘How Romeo and Juliet of him.’ You think.

You exit onto your balcony and put a finger up to your lips to show him to be quiet, then point to the direction of the front door. You scurry back into the house and quietly head downstairs and to the front door. You let Henry in and take him by the hand to the kitchen.

“You like Chinese food?” You whisper.

He nods in affirmation. You open the fridge and bend down to the bottom shelf to get out some fried rice, wontons and sweet and sour sauce. Henry couldn’t help but look at your ass as you bent over. God you really did have him wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it.

You pop the food containers in the microwave before putting them on a big wooden tray and walking to your room. Henry follows you with no prompting. Passing killer who was asleep on the couch.

“You can sit on the bed, I have to get something real quick.” You tell him. Henry sits in the bed and you hand him the tray of his food. As you start to walk away he gets comfortable and begins to eat. You go to your closet and bring out a bag from the store you met Henry in today. You walk back to the bed and plant yourself beside Henry and dig into the bag, pulling out a box of candy.

You pick up the remote to the tv and find some random movie to watch while you two eat. The silence is comfortable. For a while.

Finally after you finish the box of candy, to toss it off the side of your bed and look at Henry who idea still eating.

“Why are you here, Henry?”

He stops eating for a second before grunting and taking another bite.

“I thought you said we weren’t friends. I’m pretty sure enemies aren’t hanging out at each other's houses every night.”

Henry again, stops mid chew and says quickly “I didn’t wanna be home with my dad”. While that was technically the truth. It wasn’t the reason he was here. He could have locked himself in his room or gone to the store or belch’s to pass time until he knew his dad was home and asleep. He wanted to see you. He knew he was the only one who ever got to see the real you. He liked that thought. But he also knew you wouldn’t tell anyone he was ever here.

His answer immediately shut you down. “A…are you feeling ok?” You asked almost shyly.

“I’m fine just fucking exhausted.” You perk up.

“Oh well in that case….” You lean down the side of the bed to pick up the bag from the floor and pull out a bottle. “Some off brand soda outta fix that.” You say with a big smile on your face.

Oh my god, how Henry has grown to love that stupid fucking smile.

He stares at your lips as your smile softens and you look down to the bottle in your lap and begin to attempt taking off the lid. He dosnt miss the way your tounge slightly pokes out of the side of your mouth like a cartoon character while you tug really hard at the soda cap. You had this man so utterly whipped. And here you were adorable and oblivious.

You finally got the cap off and retrieved an empty cup you had only used for water a little less than an hour ago from the nightstand. You pour his drink and turn to hand it to him. As you meet his eyes you both realize just how close you two are. You slightly blush and look away.., but he doesn't. Henry keeps his eyes on you in the silence. Right as you open your mouth to speak (in hopes to cut the weird tension) Henry cuts you off by blurting out….

“Can I stay the night?”

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@amber-sekio

Meowwmeow. Sorry for no tag you are pretty much impossible to tag because of your name 😭🙏

Chapter 10 here

#henry bowers #henry bowers fanfic #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers x y/n #it henry bowers #henry bower x fem! reader #belch huggins #it 2017 #patrick hockstetter

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pillow-talk-and-sleepy-cuddles · 6 months ago

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Scar helping with Grian's first heat was cute as hell, dude is so gentle and reasonable for his lil bird. But...

What about omega Scar and alpha Grian?

omega Scar and alpha Grian... ohh i have something. obviously not in the same au but. As a side note, in this au they’ve been dating for a while and have helped each other through heats/ruts before.

it's no secret that Scar is an omega. it's also no secret to Grian that he is going into heat soon. his boyfriend has been more clingy recently, insisting that he stays close by, staying snuggled up to him and scenting him whenever possible. him finding Scar fixing up their nest(a task Grian usually did because of his avian instincts) further solidified that fact. and with how Scar looked at him when he realized Grian was watching... well he knew there was little time to spare before Scar went into heat. he had procrastinated on getting ready for as long as possible and now he was operating down to the wire.

Grian approaches the nest, asking if he can enter. Scar hesitates for a moment, quickly moving a few blankets and pillows into the “right” place before nodding. Grian steps in and sits and Scar is immediately at his side, cuddling up to him and placing his head on top of Grian’s. Grian wraps a wing around Scar, preparing himself to break Scar’s heart when he has to move in just a moment to prepare a heat box.

Scar moves his head down to Grian’s neck after a moment of silence, nuzzling into his scent gland and taking deep breaths. Grian puts a hand in Scar’s hair and another on his back, pulling him closer and Scar lets out a pleased noise at the moment. Grian takes a second to relish in the moment before he sighs and speak. “Scar… your heat is starting soon, isn’t it?”

Scar pulls away from Grian’s neck with a grumble, and at first Grian can see thoughts of mischief and playing dumb forming in his head, but upon seeing the worried frown on Grian’s face he quickly turns serious, reluctantly pulling away from Grian, but reaching out to grip his hands. “Why, yes G, I am going into heat soon! Why do you ask? Do ya wanna join me for it?”

Well, he wouldn’t be Scar if he wasn’t a little unserious about something, Grian supposed. Grian gave his hands a squeeze as he chuckled. “Yes, I’d love to join you. But-“

“Oh G, surely you can pull yourself away from building for a week for lil old me, right?” Scar interrupted Grian, his grip tightening on his hands as he cuddled back against him, nuzzling against his scent gland again. He gently rutted his clothed dick against Grian’s side and the scent of his preheat got heavier in the air, stronger as it started to edge into territory of being a heat scent. “It’ll be just us. Alone in our nest, spending all - ah - our days and nights together. It’ll be great!”

Grian felt his body heating up as it reacted to the preheat heat scent filling the air and Scar’s now hard on being rubbed against him, he felt slick pooling between his legs and fought the urge to bring one of his hands down to rub at his dick through his pants. Scar was still grinding against his leg even as he stopped trying to needlessly convince Grian to stay with him with sweet words and propositions, the omega moaning softly into his neck as he breathed in his scent. Grian released Scar’s hands, moving them to rest on his head and back. “Scar - I’m not leaving - I’m staying with you for your heat. First we just gotta get ready, we gotta get the box ready.”

Scar slows his needy grinds, but doesn’t completely stop, pulling away from Grian’s neck with a charming smile. “Good choice, good choice! Glad I could - mm, so good - convince ya to stay! But do we really need the box? I think we’d still do amayzingly without it.”

Grian saw clearly through Scar’s attempts of convincing him even as the scent of his heats rose, and it was… pretty clear what the effects of both being so close to Grian, an alpha, and getting aroused was doing to him - accelerating the arrival of his heat. Grian moved his hands to Scar’s hips, gently nudging him away from him. “Scar. Don’t even joke about that. We both know if we don’t gave the box ready nog only will you not be satisfied but also we’ll both starve or thirst to death or we’ll have to invite a beta over who has a good chance of being mauled by one of us. So get off me for a second and let me get everything ready and we can cuddle until you go into heat, yeah?”

Scar grumbles something about how unfair this is but backs off anyways and allows Grian to stand, following him around and clinging to his side as Grian prepares everything. He slowly falls more and more into his heat, the heat scent in the air becoming almost unbearable to Grian until he finally finishes and lets Scar dragged him to their nest.

Within seconds both of their clothes are firmly off their bodies and Scar is squirming in their nest while Grian gets his strap on situated, pleading for Grian to give him something to hold him over while G gets ready. Grian complies with an exaggerated sigh, handing over a smaller toy to Scar who eagerly shoves it into his asshole without any preparation, moaning at the intrusion. This definitely doesn’t make Grian go faster(it does), scrambling to put on his harness and attach the dildo, lubing it up as a precaution just in case even though he knows Scar is certainly slick enough from the wet noises that can be heard under all the moans. It’s not often that Scar bottoms, but Grian certainly wouldn’t mind if it happened more. He’s so pretty like this, after all.

Grian lowered himself between Scar’s legs, pushing his hand and the toy out of his way, cutting off Scar’s needy whine as he pushed his strap on into him slowly but surely. Scar wrapped his legs around Grian, pulling him closer and moaning, whining, begging for more. “Mm - Alpha! Faster, fuck me faster, please!”

Grian obliges and picks up the pace, leaning in closer to Scar to give fleeting kisses to his lips as he fucks him. He’s so handsome like this. Grian is so wet just from the sight of him and the sounds that he’s making… along with the sweet scent of his heat, but that didn’t change it much at all. Scar was still spread underneath him, the larger man begging for his dick.

Grian continues to fuck into him for a while, slowly getting faster. Then he realizes how Scar as squirming under him and pulls away from his lips, letting him speak. “Alpha - touch me, please. Touch my dick, make me come! Ah - it feels so good!”

Grian sneaks a hand between the two of them and collects some of Scar’s precum in his hand, using it to jerk him off as he continued to fuck him until Scar finally cums with a loud cry, sinking into the nest beneath him. Grian ducks him through his orgasm but pulls out soon after Scar has winded down from his high, tossing the harness aside and patiently waiting for Scar to be ready for the next round. For now though, he laid by Scar, tucking his face into his chest as he idly played with his cunt, dipping his fingers through his food without any intent to get himself off; he was really only doing this to keep himself busy and horny enough to keep up with Scar. When Scar rested like this, his heat scent died down and as such so did Grian’s urge to sexually satisfy him, so this was what he did.

um so there is more to this… again this is just the first part of something. but enjoy! enjoy! I may post a more polished and complete version on ao3 or here later. unless someone asks for the rest now, then I’ll write more unpolished stuff to post here soon.

#g.rian #s.car #s.carian #omegaverse but not my main au #they’re so gay and I love them for it #g is still trans here bc I said so #hermitnsfw

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yankstrash · 2 years ago

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Cheating scandal blurb rn

i also love to see men cry so let's fuckin do this!!!!

gabe didn't want to believe what he was hearing, but what else are you supposed to do when someone accuses your girlfriend of cheating on you?

the team had finished practice and were changing in the locker room when one of the freshmen had come up to gabe and broke the news to him.

it went a little something like, "hey man, sorry i had to be the one to tell you this but i saw your girl making out with a brother from sigma chi this past weekend. anyways, just thought you should know. good luck."

gabes mind was racing with a million thoughts, and his heart cracked a little more the closer he got to amelias apartment. she didn't know he was coming over, he didn't want to give her anytime to make up a story if this whole thing was true, so when he waltzed into her room with tear brimmed eyes and almost unable to get his words out, amelia was not expecting it.

"gabe? baby, what's wrong? what happened? did you get hurt at practice? do we need to go to the hospital? do-"

"amelia, enough."

gabes response to her worries made her take a step back. he just walked into her bedroom unannounced with tears threatening to spill from his eyes and was silenced when she tried asking what was wrong?

gabe took a shaky breath in and blew it out while closing his eyes.

"sit down, please." he said, and amelia gave him a puzzled expression as she walked up to him instead of doing what he asked.

"baby, what's wrong? you're freaking me out." she said as she placed her hands on his waist, but gabe moved away at her touch.

"just, please, sit." gabe said again, and this time amelia obliged and took a seat on her bed.

gabe stayed standing, letting out a heavy sigh before speaking.

"i'm gonna ask you a question and i need you to be honest with me." gabe started, and amelia gave him a confused look, completely unsure what he was going to ask her.

"did you cheat on me at the frat party last weekend?"

the question hit amelia like a hard smack in the face. she actually couldn't believe her ears when she heard him. she almost had to ask him to repeat it, but as if reading her mind, gabe asked again.

"did you, amelia?" gabe asked when he was met with silence.

the silence, however, wasn't because she was guilty and didn't know what to say. the silence was because she couldn't believe gabe was asking her this question, and had no idea how to respond.

"who the fuck told you that?" she finally said, anger laced in her voice.

"it doesn't matter."

"it does matter! it matters to me! FUCK that!" amelia said as she stood up off her bed. "and NO! i absolutely did not cheat on you, how could you even think that??"

gabe ran his hands up and down his face and said, "one of my teammates told me after practice. he said he saw you making out with some sigma chi dude at their party this past weekend and i-"

"WHO? WHO told you that?" amelia said in a raised voice.

she was beyond frustrated at this accusation and wanted to know who told gabe this, now.

"why does it matter, amelia? do you need to know so you can go chew them out for ratting you out to me?" gabe said, but as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them.

amelias mouth fell agape before she quickly closed it and shook her head.

"get out. now." she said in a tone so calm it was almost scary.

"amelia just-"

"NO! if you wanna sit here and accuse me of this shit and not even tell me who you heard it from or give me a chance to respond, then i do not want to talk to you." she started, walking over to her bedroom door and opening it.

"leave, now."

gabe stood silent for a moment before doing what she asked and leaving her room.

"don't let my unloyalness hit you on the way out." amelia said as she slammed the door behind gabe once he was out.

that all happened monday night. it was now thursday night and gabe and amelia haven't talked since the fight. at all. it's the longest they've gone without speaking or seeing each other since they started dating.

they were both a mess. amelia has barely slept in 3 days and cries almost any chance she gets, and gabe has been in a piss mood and feels awful about how he handled the situation.

was he upset about the situation? absolutely, but he knows he should've given amelia a chance to explain before taking a cheap shot at her which ultimately lead her to throwing him out and their ongoing silence.

gabe wanted to finish their discussion and know the truth, but he knew for a fact amelia did not want to talk to him. she was livid when he left her bedroom.

amelia wanted to reach out to gabe and figure out where this whole thing was coming from, because honestly she was still confused by it all.

no, she did not cheat on gabe. but why did someone say she did? and WHO? the question of who still hung over her head, as she had no clue.

gabe packed up his stuff quick, fast and in a hurry once practice ended and was ready to run out of the locker room when drew stopped him.

"let me by dude, i'm not in the mood." gabe said as he tried to move past his teammate, but he wouldn't budge.

"you haven't been in the mood all week." drew said.

"yeah and why do you think that is? i get told that my girlfriend cheated on me and now we haven't spoken in 3 days and i'm just fucking pissed off. let me by."

drew, once again stood in gabes way, and gabe was about to blow a fuse when drew spoke again.

"yeah and that's what i need to talk to you about. let me grab my stuff and we'll talk outside."

annoyed but obedient, gabe waited for drew to grab his things before the two headed out to their cars.

they walked to drews car and drew leaned up against it as gabe eagerly waited for what he had to say.

"got a nice eavesdropped earful of a conversation at practice today.." drew began. "first of all, amelia didn't cheat on you. so get that shit out of your head."

at his words, gabe visibly relaxed. he already felt a huge wave of relief wash over him, but how did drew know?

"l/n is the one who told you she did, right?" drew asked, and gabe nodded his head in response.

"yeah, so i hear him at practice today laughing with the freshmen goalie. he says 'i needed perreault to be thrown off so i could take his starting spot against harvard, so i spewed some shit that amelia cheated on him with some sigma chi guy, gave him a pat on the back and wished him good luck'."

gabes eyes nearly bugged out of his head at drews words.

drew noticed his reaction and nodded his head. "oh yeah, and it gets better. this was before a handful of guys, including you came out onto the ice, so you missed the response but it was me and ryan that overheard it and ryan wasted no time throwing his gloves off and shoving l/n right into the boards. he was pissed. told l/n he needed to tell you the truth, but his response to that was 'fuck that'. this earned the kid another hard shove into the boards before coach saw and broke it up. shit calmed down before you came out, but yeah. so basically l/n is a lying sack of shit that was just trying to distract you so he could take your starting spot in the game next weekend. so now that you know, get your shit together and go apologize to amelia. and think up the greatest apology of your life on the way over there, because she is upset. like, the most upset i've ever seen her. and i've known her for a long time, gabe."

gabes heart sunk at drews words.

"you've talked to her?" gabe asked.

"of course i have. i went to see her the day after it happened. she told me what happened and she had a total break down because of it. she loves you, gabe. a lot. she would never do this to you, but she needs to know that you believe that also."

gabe barely wasted a second turning and running to his car, but he stopped in his tracks and turned back to drew.

"you're 100% sure this is true?"

he hated asking that, but he had to.

drew gave him a death glare, saying "do not even ask me that. do not. get your ass over to amelias, now."

gabe may be amelias boyfriend, but drews known her for a long time, and he was protective over her in a friend way. when he found out about this whole situation, he was pissed at gabe for how he handled it and was the one there to comfort amelia.

he hated seeing two of his best friends so upset over some jerk, and knew he had to fix it. even if drew had never heard what he did at practice, he wouldn't have stopped until gabe believed that amelia did not cheat, because he wholeheartedly knew she would never do that.

gabe wanted to ask amelia if he could come over first to make sure she was okay with seeing him.

from: gabriel ❤️

"are you home? can we please talk?

he waited for her response that came through within a minute.

from: meels 💗

"only if you're willing to let me speak and act maturely."

from: gabriel ❤️

"i am baby. i'm on my way."

gabe had so much running through his head on the drive to amelias apartment. his hands were shaky as he let himself in and made his way to her bedroom. he knocked when he reached her door and opened it when he heard a muffled "come in" from the other side.

when he saw his girlfriend, his face fell into a visible frown and his heart ached. she was dressed in a grey crewneck with grey sweatpants. her hair was sticking out of its messy bun, she had rosy cheeks and puffy eyes from crying and she had bags under eyes as if she hadn't slept in days. cause she hadn't.

gabe just wanted to reach out and hold her in his arms, but he couldn't, not yet at least. he had a lot of grafting to do before he could do that.

"before i even say anything, i want to give you a chance to speak and tell me everything that's on your mind. and i promise, i won't say a word until you're finished."

as much as gabe wanted to open his mouth wide and spit out everything drew just told him, he knew he had to let amelia speak first.

amelia crossed her arms and took a shaky breath before speaking.

"first and foremost, if you're ready to believe it yet, i did not cheat on you. i did not fucking cheat on you, and i am extremely hurt that you would believe i would. i have never given you a reason to not trust me, i have never given you a reason to believe i would cheat on you. i have always been nothing but honest and loyal to you, so even though someone told you i did cheat, you should have approached me about it much differently than you did. you waltzed in here, threw the accusation at me, refused to let me speak then accused me of trying to cover my lies. i was astounded, honestly. you really, really hurt my heart with the way you handled that, gabe. after never treating you anything but good, i wish you had handled that with a lot more respect and matureness."

gabe felt tears slip out of his eyes at her response. he knew it was going to upset him, respectfully so, but man did it really hit him hard.

she was right about everything she said, but what hurt the most was hearing her say how he hurt her. he never meant to do that. he thought he was the one getting hurt, when in reality he hurt her.

"you may speak." amelia said, interrupting his thoughts. "but the first thing i want to hear, is who told you i cheated."

gabe let out a quick sniffle before saying, "f/n l/n, a freshmen on the hockey team."

amelia looked confused, as she had barely ever even spoken to this guy before.

"he plays my position, and apparently is trying to steal it too, which is why he lied about you cheating. drew told me he overheard him at practice talking about how he was trying to throw me off my game so he could get the starting spot by lying to me about you cheating."

amelia was stunned at his response. she was expecting some bs, but nothing like that. that was just downright insane. fucking up someones relationship just so you can play in a stupid hockey game? she had never heard something so low in her life.

while she was still beyond upset, she couldn't help but feel for gabe. being told your girlfriend cheated on you only to find out the person who told you that was just trying to steal something of importance from you out of selfishness and jealousy was a LOT.

still though, she wanted a full apology first before she made any sort of move.

"that's... fucked." amelia finally said after a moment of silence while she let the thought of what she just heard consume her head. "like, really, REALLY fucked."

gabe kept his lips in a tight line as he nodded his head in agreement.

"did you confront him?" amelia asked in a calmer tone than the one she was previously speaking in.

gabe shook his head and said, "i didn't find out until after practice. drew told me outside and i took off to come here the second he did. he said he and ryan heard l/n talking about it at practice, and that ryan shoved the kid against the boards and demanded he tell me the truth, but he refused. coach broke them up before anything else happened, and drew told me about it afterwards."

with each word gabe spoke, amelia was more and more shocked.

amelia stood there frozen and swallowed in her thoughts when gabe couldn't help himself and took a step towards her, gently saying, "baby" and holding his arms out to embrace her, but she took a step back.

she put her hand up and said, "anything else you wanna tell me, gabe?"

she was hinting at an apology, and luckily gabe picked up on it.

gabe let a few more tears slip out and closed his lips tightly before nodding his head and saying, "i'm sorry. i'm so so SO sorry, meels. you are absolutely right, you have never given me a chance to not trust you or believe you would cheat on me. i'm sure you understand how difficult it was for me to hear what i did and why i acted the way i did afterwards, but you're right, i should've handled it much differently. i should've and i wish i did because i never ever wanted to hurt you or make you think i didn't trust you because i do. i do trust you, more than anyone. i know you would never cheat on me or intentionally hurt me, i only wish i let those thoughts overtake me more than the intrusive ones that did when i heard what i did. i'm just..." gabe choked a bit, wiping some tears. "i'm just sorry, meels. i'm sorry for how i acted, i'm sorry i hurt and upset you and i'm sorry i ever doubted you."

more tears escaped gabes eyes as he spoke, and that was enough for amelia to see before breaking down herself.

as much as his words spoke to her, his emotions did so much more. the way he was being so vulnerable, showing all his emotions right now and breaking down in front of her, showed how sorry he really was and how much he regretted what happened.

"i need you so bad, meels." gabe whispered through sobs. "please."

his words crumbled amelia and made her take a huge leap towards him, embracing him.

gabes whole body shook as he held his girlfriend for the first time in days.

and it wasn't like one of those hugs they give each other after he's been gone on the road and they finally reunite after a few days. it was a hug of pure heartbreak emotion and desperation. both of their hearts that were momentarily broken this week were slowly starting to heal back up as they held each other. all emotions were let out as they both sobbed into each other and grabbed at anything possible as they were so desperate to feel each others touch after 3 horrible days.

they stayed like this for what felt like an eternity. just holding each other, crying and basking in being in each others arms.

he didn't want to, but gabe pulled away first because he couldn't wait any longer to kiss amelia.

three days without her lips on his was too much, and he needed the feeling now.

amelia smiled into the kiss, so much relief being lifted off her shoulders as her favorite lips in the world were finally back on hers, and all was okay again.

the couple moved to amelias bed and nuzzled into each other tighter than ever. they laid in silence for a bit, just enjoying being in each others presence and on good terms again.

amelia broke the silence after a few minutes to ask, "are you gonna say something to f/n?"

gabe let out a sigh and said, "i should let him know i know so he doesn't try to pull shit like this again, but maybe in a subtle way so i don't get in trouble with the team. can't defend my starting spot if i'm suspended, right?"

amelia chuckled lightly at his response.

"i can't believe someone would actually do that. that is so fucked up." amelia said.

gabe kissed her head and said, "i know," he moved his head so he was looking at her and smiled. "he probably thought you came with the starting spot and he wanted you too. jealous asshole."

amelia burst out laughing at gabes joke, and gabe grinned widely at her smile and the sound of her laugh.

"i missed that so much. your laugh." gabe said.

amelia gave him a gentle smile and leaned in to kiss his lips.

"i missed you so much."

"i missed you, and i love you."

"i love you."

#princess!gf x gabe perreault #g + m imagines !

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azucarmorena97 · 1 year ago

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Just a Friend (BTS Reactions || Hyung Line)

"Oh baby, you got what I need."- Biz Markie. Everyone loves a friends to lovers trope- let's see what happens when you guys finally acknowledge the elephant in the room <3

A/N: some mentions of dr*g @buse. Also Twilight slander.

Maknae line ||

1.) Jin

"How about this?" You turn to face yourself in the mirror, the tight black dress you'd bought earlier that day clinging to every curve on your body, "Too much?" Jin glances at you and then back down, "Looks great." His voice is noticeably flat, his face equally fallen. "Jin? What's wrong?" You ask, turning to look at him. He's silent for a moment, debating on whether or not to speak. "Did you forget we had plans tonight?" He asks. You furrow your brows, trying to remember what he's talking about. "We were gonna watch my brother's band play tonight and then hang out afterward." You slap your hand to your forehead, "Oh God. I completely forgot. I'm so sorry," You step closer to him, though he immediately recoils, "Just forget it." "Jin, come on. Don't be like that. I completely blanked- I never would've agreed to have gone out with Jimin if I'd remembered, You know that." "I said forget it." "Jin-" You reach out to grab his arm, "I get being annoyed but why are you being so cold?" You ask; he's never been this way with you. In all the years you've known each other, even in his low points, he is so gentle with you. When he looks back at you, he doesn't pull is arm out of your grasp; he just stares for a long while. "Jin, talk to me." His eyes soften, and now he looks more like the Jin you know.

"Y/n...we need to talk." "Okay," You let go of him and he straightens out his shirt, "Sit down. Please." You nod and take a seat on the edge of your bed. He goes over a few feet away and sits down on the stool that goes to your vanity. There's a long stretch of silence, as seems to be the pattern for tonight. When he finally does speak, his voice is low and steady, "I'm not sure that I can do this anymore..." "Do...what?" "This," He motions between the two of you, "I know we've been friends for a long time but I just can't..." He lets his head fall into his hands. "What? What do you mean you can't do this anymore? Because I forgot our plans this one time? I don't get why it has to be such a big deal, dude. I can just text Jimin and postpone. I don't get-" "Are you blind, Y/n?" His head shoots back up. You're dumbfounded by his question, "How is it that everyone can see it but you? How? How can you be so dense?" "See what?" You feel yourself getting more and more annoyed with his tone. "That I'm in love with you, Y/n. That's what."

Your heart feels like it stops mid-beat, and you have a difficult time processing what he's just said. "You- you what?" "You heard me," His voice is slightly hoarse, "I've loved you for years, and-" You see his eyes getting more watery, "-and if you don't feel the same way, I understand but that also means that I can't do this anymore." "Jin I- I had no idea." He laughs incredulously, "Oh really? No idea? Then tell me, Y/n- what happened at the office party this past Christmas? Hm?" You know what he's referring to, and you feel your cheeks heat up, "I don't know what you're talking about. I- I'd had a lot to drink." "I was with you all night and you had ONE vodka cranberry. You kissed me- and not like a friend. You kissed me like-" He runs his hand through his hair, and when he speaks again, his voice is soft, "like I was so much more... and then the next day, you pretended like you didn't remember. Do you know how that made me feel? But I didn't say anything. Didn't bring it up again. Just like I didn't bring it up again when you cried into my chest that night when you had that fight with your dad, or when you had me hold you all night during that rain storm- but I'm done not acknowledging this, especially when I know that you feel it too."

You look down at your hands, unsure of what to say. Of course you know what he's talking about, but to give it a name...you'd risk losing everything. This friendship has stood the test of time but this- this is something else entirely. "I don't feel like this is a wise thing for us to talk about at this point in time." "Okay, then when?" His heart is beating hard, already anticipating the worst from you. "I- I just don't want this to get ruined, you know?" You feel the tears starting to form. He nods, "Well, alright then." He stands up and walks over to get his jacket from right next to you on the bed. "Jin, please don't go." The brokenness in your voice gives him pause as he's about to turn the knob on your bedroom door, though when he looks back at you, you see a look of pained finality on his face, "See you around..." And with that, he's out the door, leaving you stuck in place, completely unable to even chase after him.

2.) Suga

You let your head fall back, causing for the sweat to drip from the sides of your face rather than forward into your eyes, "Just gimme a few minutes, I'll be ready to beat you again," You say, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. "Oh please, those were lucky shots," He laughs. You simply shake your head, a smile forming at the corners of your mouth. The gym is completely empty; different from how it usually is. You quite like the silence, save for the occasional basketball dribbles from Yoongi. It's so nice, you even close your eyes to take in the uncharacteristic calm.

He goes over to where you're sitting on the ground and settles down on the bleachers right behind you. "Hey, Y/n...let me run something by you real quick," He says, breaking the silence. "Mm?" You grunt, not even bothering to open yours eyes. "You know Jin, right? My friend from the gym?" "Mhm?" "He has this like...enormous crush on his like, best friend from childhood-" "Oh, are you about to spill some tea?" You ask, eyes shooting open as you turn to look at him, your smile getting bigger, "Has he told her?" He blinks a few times and then quickly looks down, "Uh- no- I- I don't know. That's why I was bringing it up." "Psh. What's there to bring up then? You know I hate incomplete gossip." "Well, he- he asked me to ask you what he should do..." He looks back at you, eyes abnormally wide and doe-like. "About...his crush on his best friend?" You're a bit confused as to why Jin would want to know your opinion, seeing as how you've only met the guy a handful of times. "Yeah, about his friend."

You go quiet for a bit, mulling over the situation, considering all the possible outcomes- very Dr.Strange. "I...I don't know. On the one hand, they've been friends for kind of a long time by now and if he tells her how he feels and she doesn't love him back, it could not only damage his ego but even break apart their friendship. Scenario number two would be that he tells her, she feels the same, but then it doesn't work out in the end and we're back to scenario one..." Yoongi goes back to looking down, his eyes seemingly low and his expression crestfallen, though you assume it's just him being overly invested in Jin's love life as he tends to be, even with yours. "Although, there is the possible third scenario...one where he tells her and maybe she feels the same way and they try it and it's even more beautiful than they imagined, you know? Like maybe it was what they should've done all along and the timing was overdo- or maybe...the timing is just now completely perfect..." You look over at him, shrugging your shoulders, "I don't know though." "I love you."

You stare at him for a long time before it clicks, your heart feeling confused and simultaneously...something else. "You...love me? What do you mean?" "I mean..." He trails off, standing up from his spot and then turning his back to you. You can tell his mind is racing- and so is yours. Finally, he turns back around to face you; his eyes are fixed on you in such a way that it makes your heart flutter in your chest, "I mean that being your best friend already gives me everything I could ever want, but that being more...would be so much more than anything in this world that I could ever want." You're quiet for a long time but he doesn't stop staring at you.

His gaze is soft and patient, "Y/n, if you don't feel the same way I understand, and look, I will never bring this up again and I will still love you and support you just as much as I do now- but if there's a part of you- even just an ounce- that believes this could really be somethi-" You don't know when exactly the decision was made within your body, but somehow, you find yourself standing to your feet and completely closing the distance between the both of you. Your arms wrap around his neck and you press into him, taking in the delicious smell of his cologne. You couldn't get any closer to him if you tried. "I love you too," You say into his neck. His arms tighten around your waist and he also buries his face into the crook of your neck,

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to say that..."

3.) Hoseok

Your stomach is in knots and your palms are incredibly sweaty. You feel as though you might pass out but you try to calm yourself down. Breath. Breathe. Breathe. You're about to do what you swore to yourself you never would...

You and Hoseok have been friends for years now; your connection was instantaneous and completely different from any other friendship you've ever had. You'd meet up for coffee, and then coffee turned to grabbing a drink with friends, then chugging beers just the two of you at whatever crusty bar you'd decided on that night- he was hilarious and sloppy and so...wonderful.

You're not really sure when it changed for you, but one day it was like a switch had flipped and things were...different. You couldn't put your finger on it but suddenly, you could feel something else going on between you. You used to be able to talk about your individual love lives: who you'd been with, who you wanted to be with, etc. but now, you feel your blood absolutely boil when he mentions even the vaguest interest in another girl- but you can see it's the same for him too. It wasn't lost on you when you brought up your date with Taehyung, how Hoseok's grip tightened on his beer bottle; his knuckles practically turning white even as he downed the rest of his bottle. His mouth was a tight line, his lids low and narrowed- and if it were physically possible, you're sure you'd have seen literal fire in his eyes.

Hoseok's been having a hard time lately. Things have developed in his personal life that would make anyone buckle...he was drinking pretty heavily for a while and even dabbled in...other things- but he's been working on himself and you've been as supportive as humanly possible. These days, you see the light back in his eyes the way you used to. Now, it's finally time to come clean."What are we watching?" Hoseok asks, plopping down on the couch, individual kernels accidentally dropping out of the bowl of popcorn. You clear your throat, snapping back to reality, "Uhm- I was thinking of something super cheesy and dumb." "Twilight it is," He scrolls through until he finds it and then the screen turns black for a moment as you wait for it to load up. In the blackness, you see your reflection; your facial expression is heavy with worry, but he doesn't notice. I need to tell him. I need to tell him. I need to tell him. Before you know it, it gets to the part of the movie where Bella goes out to meet Jacob and his dad.

"You know, I was so peeved when I re-watched the first movie after watching New Moon," He says, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "Oh? Why?" "Because her and Jake should've been endgame." You furrow your brows, "Really? I always thought she looked good with Edward," You shrug. "Are you kidding me?" He turns to look at you, "She had so much more chemistry with Jake- Edward didn't even LIKE her at first and basically wants to kill her all the time. And besides-," He takes a sip from his glass of Coke and then hands it to you to drink from as well, since he knows you always forget to serve your own drink before sitting down, "-everyone knows it's better to start off as friends first and then go from there." You stare down at the glass for a moment. This is it. This is my in. "I- I guess you're right." "Of course I am," He says, turning back to the TV. "Uhm, Hoseok?" "Mm?" "Can you pause it for a second?" He immediately pauses and looks at you, "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine- I just need to talk to you about something." "Okay, shoot," He positions himself so that he's able to face you directly, his expression showing concern. You suddenly feel your cheeks get hot, his gaze burning you with every second. "You're my best friend, you know?" "Of course." "I truly feel like you know me more than anyone and that you are the absolute most amazing person I've ever known." He smiles and looks down, "Shut up, dude." In the light of the TV, you can see he's blushing and it makes your heart flutter. "Hoseok, I love you." You stare at each other for a few seconds, and you watch as your words enter his ears and then settle into his brain- though when it does, his smile falters. Wait- what's happening? "Hoseok...say something." He remains quiet, his eyes moving from your face to his hands, and then he turns his whole body away from you so he's back to facing the TV. He presses play and then...nothing. He's completely mute. You let it go on for a few scenes, your heart about to break out of your chest. Tears begin to form in your eyes and you're so grateful that the lights are off. "Hoseok, please. Please say something." "What do you want me to say, Y/n? That I'm happy you told me? That I'm happy that now things are gonna be different?" "They don't have to be different," Your voice comes out as barely a whisper. This was not how you imagined this going at all. "Doesn't have to be different? Y/n, in case you haven't noticed, I'm-" He catches how loud he's getting and then his voice drops down to a whisper, "I'm not okay right now. I'm messed up. I don't have the capacity to give you- to be the thing you need me to. I'm incapable." He lets his face fall into his hands. "Hoseok, I don't need anything from you. I just wanted you to know-" "Why, Y/n? Why did you need to tell me? Why did you need to take this away from me?" "Take- what?" You're getting more and more confused at his reaction; granted, you always knew there was a chance he'd reject you, but this is so much worse. "This, Y/n. My best friend. My comfort. I'm never going to be able to feel like this again. I'll always feel like I let you down." "You're not letting me down," You try to reach out and touch him, but he tears himself away from your hand. "I have to go." "Jhope, please. Let's just pretend I didn't say anything-" "I need to clear my head. I have to go." You want so badly to get in his way, to stop him, to block the door- but your legs won't listen. Within two minutes, he's gathered his things and walked to the door, "I'll…talk to you another time."

4.) Namjoon

Music is blaring from all sides of the club; bodies are practically sticking together from how hot and sweaty everyone is, and you've lost count of just how many people have bumped into you in the last hour- but he's here. Right next to you. He hasn't left your side all night. When he invited you out, you assumed it was because he'd felt bad that you'd be alone tonight and reluctantly, you got as ready as you could and met him there. He was standing out in the front with some of his boys, which made you nervous since you'd only met them a couple of times. You haven't gone out with him to a club in a few years; not really your scene so he doesn't invite you that often, so you assumed he'd eventually ditch you to go dance with some girls, but to your surprise, he stayed. "Hey!" Namjoon says loudly, leaning in so you can hear him over the music, "Wanna go get some air?" "Sounds good!" Immediately, he grabs your hand and pulls you so that you're as close to him as possible as he guides you through the sea of people. You're trying to focus on not tripping but it's hard to do when all you can think of is how you've never held his hand before. Of course, you've never really had the opportunity to do so. You've been best friends for years and he has no idea that you...feel the way that you do. No one does. When you finally make it back out to the front, you both let out a deep breath and he lets go of your hand. "Oh my God- fresh air!" He exclaims. "It was hot as hell in there, wasn't it?" "Yeah, and it's clear some people have never heard of deodorant," He scrunches his nose in disgust, making you laugh. "I'm gonna be honest, I don't know that I can go back in there," You chuckle. He smiles gently, "We don't have to. I know clubbing isn't really your thing to begin with. Thanks for coming." "Oh, it was nothing. I wanted to come." "Oh yeah? Plans to dance on some totally hot guys tonight?" He jokes, raising an eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes, "Oh please, the last thing I need is for some weirdo to latch on to me all night." He lets his mouth hang open in mock disgust, "I'm offended." "I meant a different weirdo than you," You assure him, a smile creeping up on your face. "Of course, of course," He smiles back, dimples on full display. "God, I love your dimples." Your eyes widen in shock; that was supposed to remain in your head. "Well, thank you," He says, surprised at your compliment. "Sorry, I wasn't supposed to say that out loud," You blush, immediately looking away to avoid further embarrassment. "Why not?" "Because no." "But I liked it." You bite your lip, looking down at your shoes and wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. "Why are you getting shy?" He asks, reaching over and lifting your head by your chin so that you're looking at him. Your stomach is practically doing summersaults. "I don't think I've ever seen you blush before," His smile is even bigger now. "Who's blushing?" You ask, trying to calm yourself internally, darting your eyes every which way just to avoid looking at him. He steps closer, hand still cupping your chin, "You are." His tone is low and soft, and yet, it commands your attention completely and you can't help but lock eyes with him. You can practically hear your heartbeat in your ears and you're almost positive that he can too- but neither of you break the connection. In fact, with every passing millisecond, you find that the both of you are inching closer and closer until finally, you can feel the heat of his face so close to yours. "Can I...?" He whispers, lips already parted in anticipation. "Please..." You say, finally allowing yourself to press into him.

#bts #suga #jin #namjoon #angst #bts imagine #bts fanfic #jungkook #jimin #jhope #fanfiction #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys

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niemernuet · 4 months ago

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treat or treat in whatever way you fancy <3333

Ask box trick-or-treat (fic writer edition)

AAAAAAAHH, thank you so much dearest Liquid. 😍

I've been woefully lacking in the writing department these past few months weeks, especially F1, but just recently I thought about an old WIP that I began far too long ago for another Halloween. How old? It's set at the end of Zhou's rookie year... I had the idea after Nicky Latifi's sacking because he dropped off social media so suddenly, about a spirit in F1 (or the spirit of F1) demanding a sacrifice at the end of every season among the drivers leaving F1.

He hears the laughter coming a long way, even though the whole paddock is still swarmed with people. Like an avalanche it builds behind him, coming closer with every step, until the pull of the crowd forces Zhou aside to make way. He joins in the laughter when he finally sees the group, waves at Nyck tied down on the handcart as he gets wheeled past by a handful of mechanics. His face turns even brighter when he recognises Zhou. He turns his head, yells something but the noise of the people is too loud for Zhou to understand and too quickly the mass of people closes around him again. He is not worried though, they are going in the same direction anyway, and he will meet him soon. The smell of the fireworks still lingers around the garage of Williams when he gets there. Comparatively few people are here, at the wrong end of the long paddock. A social media manager takes pictures of Merc's delivery, and the Williams' mechanics are bent over from laughter as they pull Nyck from the cart. Zhou watches from outside, one shoulder pressed against the wall, until finally a mechanic gets close enough so he can get his attention.

"Hey, do you know if Nicholas is still here?" he asks.

The mechanic's laugh freezes mid-breath. He frowns at Zhou. "Dude, what?" Before Zhou can repeat his question he catches himself. A new grin washes over his face, and he claps Zhou on the shoulder.

"Forget it," he says, "go back to your garage, Alfa Romeo!" He walks back to his group, and leaves the frown with Zhou. He has not heard any animosity from their competitors all season; things are different at the other end of the ranking list after all. To hear it now, after the season is all done, feels jarring and strange.

"Fuck you too," Zhou mumbles under his breath, and glares at the guy. For a second everyone is distracted by something Nyck says, and Zhou grabs the chance. It is easy to slip past the abandoned cars, the racks and the displays towards the back of the garage. The silence weighs heavy all of a sudden, and Zhou throws a quick glance over his shoulder as if his mind expected to see a door that had shut behind him but all he sees are the people crowded in Alex' half of the garage, chatting with each other. He follows the hallway to the back entrance, finding his way safely despite the weak light. The smell of the fireworks gets more pungent with every step, and something different that is mingled with it.

"You really had the short end of the stick tonight," Zhou laughs when he steps out into the back alley, and recognises Nicholas a little bit ahead. "Did a pipe burst under the street? That smell is rank. Also I didn't know you were like the ground station for the fireworks, I thought they'd blow those up a bit further off."

It is almost completely dark between the garage and the team hub of Williams, only the lights shining out of the windows illuminate the alley. Nicholas stands a short distance away, as if he is trying to avoid the light.

"Zhou?"

"Yeah, you didn't answer my text and I thought…"

"Zhou, stop!"

And Zhou does.

#i think the thing that stopped me was my fear that i can't write horror...#i should really give it another go #thank you thank you thank you for your ask #answered

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shelly-ya · 2 years ago

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Study 5

Previously

Baji didn't realise that he fell asleep for some time as he shook his head to relieve the hazy feeling. His head was to the side eyes still closed. He opened his eyes and was shocked by the image in front him. Memorized by your sleeping face. The way your lips parted slightly and the way your hair was splayed all over you. He looked at your sleeping face and then zoned in on your lips. Drawing closer he couldn't fight the urge to just keeping moving forward.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." baji jumped at shinichiro's voice. Looking to the direction of the voice he saw shinichiro still had an arm on his eyes. As though the man was talking in his sleep. "I'm not asleep keisuke I was just resting my eyes." The man looked at baji under his elbow.

"I wasn't going to do anything shinichiro"

"Uh huh and I'm the king of japan" shinichiro said sitting up.

"Now I know why you don't got a girlfriend dude." Baji said dropping his head on the table.

"What's that got to do with you trying to kiss name chan?"

"Woah woah what do you mean kiss them? I would never kiss someone like them ok. They are just my tutor. And you don't have a girlfriend because you are a uptight strict dude"

"Uh huh. I am supposed to be the responsible adult here. Can't have you doing bratty things kid. Also don't let name hear what you just said"

"Why is that my concern? They know we are just tutor and tutoree.... eh tutoring... eh oh man something along those lines" he said all confused on the correct word to say. Then felt you move looking back to see what you were doing. You turned to now face the sofa's back rest.

*sigh* "I'm gonna sleep this really is all much I can do right now" baji said pulling his glasses off and placing them on his splayed out books and dropped on his side on the floor pulling his blanket up over his head. He heard some shuffling and then the click of a switch. The bump and a silent curse and then a thump and rustle of blanket being pulled over someone.

"Yeesh 1 am. Good night kids" shinichiro said to the darkness. The room a deadly silence taken over as low breathing was heard. Someone sighing in the darkness another rustle alerting to shifting of position and then another sigh was heard. Then complete nothingness took over the four occupants.

*beep beep beep beep beep*

"I'm up I'm up" you said sitting with a start. Trying to assess your surroundings you realised you were not home.

*groan* "five more minutes mom" baji pulled the blanket over his head.

*groan*"mom take that stupid thing off" chifuyu grumbled and turned to lay on his stomach.

"Seriously why is it 5 am already" shinichiro said patting around the floor for his phone to turns of the loud beeping alarm.

"Guys wake up." You Say trying to get off the sofa without stepping on baji. "Baji kun you have your make up exam today" you say not realising your feet were tangled in the blanket. Falling and landing on baji you straddled him. With your weight added on him he shot up wide eyed. Scooting back quickly you hit the coffe station in the office

"Sorry" you whisper quietly

"No worries. I'm awake now" he said rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

The morning was rushed as you all awoke to the 5 am alarm shinichiro set for himself. Each taking turns to use the bathe and changing to your uniforms in the single bathroom.

"Um sano kun can I leave my bag here. I will pick it up later when I am heading home?" You asked.

"Sure no problem sweetie" he said escorting three of you out the door. "Good luck keisuke do your best"

"Yeah" the three of you bowed and walked to school. School passed on relatively the same for you and chifuyu however, for baji he was in his make up exams while day. The final bell of the day signalled the end of the school day. Running to exchange your shoes you quickly put them on and raced to the entrance to meet up with your two new students. Mainly to find out how baji did in his make up exams. Spotting the short haired blonde chifuyu already waiting at the front gate.

"Chifuyu! Did you see him yet?" You asked skidding to a stop.

"No not yet" was his nonchalant reply.

"I hope he is ok" you whisper

"Yeah I hope so to. I hope he did ok"

"You hope who did ok?" You heard his deep voice behind you. Before turning around to meet with baji's nerdy look that you grew accustomed to seeing. He looked relaxed and almost too calm to have withered the storm of the exam.

"Baji kun! How was it?" You and chifuyu crowded him as a he took a small step back.

"It was alright. I think I did well" he whispered at how you both were excited. Speaking with the two for a few about half hour more. You all decided to head in your own directions of home. Baji and chifuyu in one direction and you in the opposite.

"Sure you don't want me to walk you home?" Baji offered.

"Nah it's ok I even have to make a stop at sano kun's to pick up my duffel bag." You said waving them off. You headed to the shop to collect the bag on arriving you spotted a familiar group of bikes outside parked. Taking a deep breath you entered calling out to the older sano

"Sano kun? It me Name. I'm here for my duffel bag" you shouted out to the shop.

"Oh name Chan I'm over here" you heard him to your right and then followed the voice. Taking cautious steps you came to where he was currently repairing a bike and the crowd of boys from two weeks back were around propped on various objects like display bikes and work tables. All eyes on you as you shifted from foot to foot.

"Good evening" you bowed.

"Evening" was the collected chorus that came from everyone.

"Ah name Chan you bag is on the work table behind kazutora" you gave the back of his head a seriously? Look. You heard the snort from a few of them at the way you looked at shinichiro's head. Looking around most of them was trying to hold back their laugh. Either by biting their lips or covering their faces with their hands. Looking to kazutora you realized he gave you the come at me if you dare aura. His hands dug in his pockets and a smirk in place. Taking the necessary steps to approach the table you see the bag behind him.

"Thanks for keeping it for me." You gave kazutora a stare down.

"No worries sweetie." Shinichiro said you heard him digging through a tool box next to him.

"May i please get my bag from behind you?" You asked the smirking teen who hasn't moved an inch since you stood in front him. Expecting him to hit you with some snarky someback you were surprised when he shifted slightly without a word to allow you to retrieve your bag. Leaning forward your shoulder brushed against his own. Trying not to panic you grabbed the bag and brushed his shoulder again before you stood straight holding your load with both hands. You could feel the stares on your back.

"Anyways see you later" you said to the older man as he didn't turn around to look at you since you got there.

"Yeah sweetie later" he said still glaring holes into the bike he was working on.

"Bye guys"

"Bye" was the chorus again.

"Hey guys I just remembered I got something to do see you guys later" was kazutora' s voice behind you as you were walking out.

"Kazutora!" Shinichiro called out sharply

"Don't worry gotta shoot my shot" you heard him say as his voice came closer to you. You wanted to run as fast as you can out the door but you decided to quicken your steps that you didn't notice that the weight from your hands were beginning to feel lighter. Looking to see the cause it was kazutora taking your duffel bag and strapping it on his shoulder.

"What? It looked heavy I had to help" he said pulling his keys from his pocket as he walked out the front door holding it open for you. Stepping out and putting your hand out to take back your bag. "I'm giving you a ride home." He commanded going to his yellow Kawasaki kh400 bike he stuck the key in the ignition and threw his leg over pulling two helmets out one for himself and the spare for apparently you. You looked at him as though he grew another head.

"No way in hell am I getting on that" you whispered.

"Yes you are cause I am giving you a ride"

"What makes you think I will get on that death trap? I am not holding onto no handle strap before it snaps"

"Fine then hold onto to me. Grab my waist" he said thrusting the helmet to you and placing your duffel bag on the tank and strapping it on securing it. "Which direction are we heading?"

"It's home - name district." You say strapping on the helmet. He gave the helmet on your head a one look over and then strapped his one on.

"Well lucky you I'm from there also" he said helping you to straddle the seat. "Come on don't be shy" he whispered taking both of your hands and pulling it around his waist bring your fingers to interface together. Your chest pressed to his back as you began to feel embarrassed. He started up the engine gave a few revs and then the bike jolted forward. Unbeknownst to you but not to kazutora the many eyes on you both. Especially the set of eyes he wanted to make sure saw every intimate touch he gave to you.

To be continued

Done for: @angelsdevils

Special tags: @stxrmylxve @the-witch-of-one-piece

Please I beg thee do not smack me too hard... You know who you are....

#tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #kazutora hanemiya #sano shinichiro #if you wish to be added to the tag list message me and will add you to previous chapters and future ones

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aki-shun · 2 years ago

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Part III

Leona & Jack is here and Sebek is here (●'◡'●)

Finally someone is back!!! Dude, I completely forgot about this platform and I reached 1000 likes. Thanks so much for this <3 Anyway this lazy writer is back but as I said I don't know if I can publish Riddle x Male reader part 2 today.. Maybe tomorrow ( I really don't know but I try :) maybe

Well, why was I absent all this time (no one wonder this, but let me tell you) I publish TWST edits on Tik tok and editing was really difficult than I thought.. Apart from that, I had to visit a relative out of town for two weeks and my cousins between the ages of 9-12 who heard this. I was asked to take it with me and it was disgusting to own 4 brats for 2 weeks in a city I've never been to. But I'm still healthy (physically, not spiritually at all) and my phone, which is a piece of my heart, was in their hands to silence those brats. Although the phone was returning to my hands in the evenings, during that time I really didn't feel like writing. That's why I messed with tik tok. I definitely don't regret this, but when I have 3 articles to finish right now, there is a bit of regret, but it's okay :)

Yes, now that I wrote my excuse, let's come to the reason for being here: By the way, I woke up at 4 am the other day with a magnitude 6 earthquake and the idiots in my class prayed for more earthquakes as school was a holiday 💀💀

🥯Ruggie Bucchi🥯

Top version

This boy has never been dominant in his life

Always someone's errands, take-away, cooking Leona's dinner and dorm jobs and others..

It's true that hyena males have become more submissive, but him want some dominance

Hyena males are submissive to females and you are not female

So help him feel superior

He threw his head back with pleasure

One hand gripped your hair

The way your mouth hugs his dick and the warmth of his mouth

god he could do this forever

He had been so overwhelmed by the lessons all day that his lover offered to comfort him

How could he say no?!

He looked at your face

Your eyes watered and tears pooled next to them

You were trying to resist your gag reflex

You were trying to put it all in your mouth

You were trying to do your best but the way Ruggie looked down on you..

You felt like a defenseless rabbit in the face of a dangerous predator

Saliva was dripping from the corners of your mouth

You push your head back to breathe, but as you do, Ruggie pulls your hair out and shoves his own cock deep down your throat

You whined at his cock at this gesture, tears fell from your eyes and you tried to pull back but it was in vain

Ruggie was holding you too hard to let you move your head

A-a get it all neat. Sigh Since you offered it then do it right.

The feeling of superiority in his tone gave you goosebumps

You've never seen this side of him before

Reminds you of a kitty whose tail you accidentally stepped on

You wrapped your hands around the hem of his pants

You tried to do what he said

You knew how busy and tired you were lately

That's why you wanted to comfort him

But you never thought he'd treat you this way

You're starting to shake your head

The breaths you tried to exhale were hitting his groin and it made him shiver

His cock was twitching in your throat

small growl Come on honey, I know you can do better than that. Make me feel good~

Ahh, all those words he said against you, your face turned as red as Riddle's face when he got angry

But his eyes seemed to say something else

His face was dark against the moonlight hitting his neck, but you could feel the way he was looking at you with a grin

His blue-like gray eyes (or his gray-like blue eyes, whatever this shit) glowed with lust.

He was moving your head for his own pleasure with his hands holding your hair

He felt it approaching

You could tell by the twitch of his cock

The closer he got, the harder he swung against your throat

All your cum spilled down your throat

Swallow it all, don't waste a single drop..!

After all, his grandmother told him that waste is bad

Bottom version

Everyone knows that male hyenas are submissive to their mates

(¬‿¬)

It was the return of winter vacation and he missed you so much during the vacation

He came to Ramshackle Dorm after leaving his things in his room

You hugged tightly the moment you saw each other

Missed your scent

Missed your warmth

He missed your lips

He missed your voice, your giggles

He missed the way you looked at him

He missed you

You wanted to tell him what happened on vacation, but you promised Jamil

So you told him that the holidays were normal, just that Grim was a little mischievous. And asked if his grandmother was okay and how their vacation was

You both yearned by the burning fireplace

He was going to return to Ruggie dorm when the sun went down in the evening, but then he gave up on the idea

Hey, (MC/Yn). Is it okay if I stay here with you tonight? Of course, you can stay, it's okay. Let me prepare a bed for you. Don't bother, we can sleep together in your bed.

Your face is red like roses painted red

~Well, somehow it's 1 a.m.~

He could feel your hot breath in his ears

He always loved being the little spoon

He love cuddling by you

You buried your face in his neck and placed little kisses

Your one hand was playing with his nipple while the other was stroking his cock

You was playing with the head of his cock with his thumb

You was hitting his hips at a slow pace

It's been a long time since you last did

That's why you didn't want to suddenly burden him

But you wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible

After all, he was always very busy

An understated dorm leader assistant for everyone

But he is someone who deserves to be rested and loved

And you know it very well

You know he deserves the best<3

Ruggie's tail was wagging with pleasure from every part of his body

With his back to you, his tail was tickling the upper part of your crotch

In the face of the tickle you were just grunting on his neck

Not only was his tail twitching, his ears were twitching as well

He looked so cute, wish you could see him face

He was moaning your name silently

You were massaging his walls and prostate slowly but not too slowly

Your left hand sped up and began massaging his cock faster

Their whining plus and he started fidgeting

No matter where he moved his hips, he couldn't get rid of you

He didn't want to get rid of it though

You spoke like a whisper in his ears

If you're close, you can cum..

Your sensual and loving voice definitely sent him beyond cum

You gave him time to rest and catch his breathing

Your cock was still him in it

After a while you started to move again

irritated How much longer are we going to do it..? Like I said, 'til I cum

It was a little hard for you to ejaculate at this pace

After all, you were trying to please your boyfriend right now, not yourself

When you finally ejaculate he has already cum 7 times

You've been pretty resilient

While you were cleaning him and himself, he was already sleeping soundly from exhaustion

You kissed him on the forehead, careful not to wake him

Then you hugged him again and slept together

It's kind of impossible for him to wake up with a kiss after all, but whatever

AHHH that last part was so cute~~~ If you thought we were going to smash it in the last part, you were so wrong. He's so cute how can i hurt him (＞︿＜)

And I hadn't written for so long that I had a really hard time writing this. But I finally wrote it. Anon please write to me if you like it. All I can say right now is Riddle x male reader tomorrow because I'm tired.. (shh im lazy) But if my wish box was full, maybe I could rush to write it… if it was full…

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations.

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner.

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous.

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous.

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder.

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart.

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes.

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised.

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now?

Silly girl, you chastised yourself.

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story.

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses.

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds.

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him, eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin.

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead.

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage.

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses.

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded.

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down.

You were fuming.

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from.

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff.

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop.

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!”

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward.

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination.

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it.

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then.

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life.

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel.

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you.

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him.

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away.

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?”

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

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