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[depravedangelbaby]

feel like spanking my cunt tonight, inspired by @xlemonxhoney ♡♡

let's say a like = 1 spank, a reblog = 3 spanks, and each tag = 1 spank? :)

[luimagines]

Hey hey!!! Saw you opened asks- so I wanted to send my love and appreciation for everything you do💕💕

Maybe a reverse of “You Blurt Out Who’s Your Favorite” , where the chain accidentally say that reader is their favorite? Silly pining ensues. (You don’t have to do this as always. Have a good day 💕)

Sure thing, Anti! I hope you have a good day too! <3 :D

Masterlist

Immediate Reader, boys under the cut!

"I am the best!"

"In your dreams!"

"The greatest!

"Uh-huh."

You snorted as the boys all ragged on each other. Typical sibling behavior.

They were all playing the game of 'Who is the greatest? Certainly not you.' And you were trying really hard to not make it seem like you were paying attention to their shenanigans.

"Well, Malon likes me more!"

"No way! I'm her favorite."

Screw it you're joining this.

"I am the favorite!" All eyes turn to you as you smirk.

"....I doubt that."

You laugh and cross your arms. "I have yet to be proven wrong."

"Well you're certainly mine."

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Legend

Legend crosses his arms as he rolls his eyes. He sees the group look to him and huffs. "I mean, honestly- Hello? Have you met them? They're easily the odd man out here."

"Ok." You deadpan. "Rude."

"Which means-" Legend flicks your forehead non too gently. "-that you're not as annoying or willing to throw us all off of a cliff."

"That was one time!" Wild shouts from the back.

"Well regardless, I can trust them to get the work done with out having to pick up the slack." Legend admires the ring on his fingers, acting nonchalant about the whole thing.

Some of the boys all seem to shuffle nervously on their feet. they seem to know what he's talking about.

This catches your attention. "Wait- hold on. When was this? What happened?"

Legend grins, looking like the cat that caught the canary. "A while ago. You were too busy doing your part to notice that we had been left to get rid of the rest of the monsters."

That last part was pointed. And you don't think his bombastic side eye was helping matters.

Ok. So Legend was holding a grudge. That's good to know.

You cleared you throat and rubbed the back of your neck. "So... that makes me your favorite?"

"Especially so." Legend turns back to you. His expression almost changes in a full 180. Before it looked at if his glare could have set them all ablaze but now his gaze is almost... soft. Tender, even.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat and you're shocked that you're even beginning to feel flustered by it. "....Don't mention it."

"I haven't." Legend winks and you bite your lip, losing your nerve and looking away. "But I don't mind bringing it up that you've been most helpful."

"Ugh, gross, he's flirting." Wind groans and shoves his way between the two of you, breaking the moment in twain. "Get a room! We don't need to see it!"

"I wasn't flirting-"

"That wasn't-"

'Yeah, yeah..." Wind blows a raspberry, making some of the others boys snicker. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Twilight

"Thank you." You grin and happily start walking with a spring in your step.

Twilight seems to pause, letting his words sink into his head. The others rapidly catch on that he hadn't intended to say that out loud, but you seem none the wiser and actually quite pleased with this revelation.

You skip ahead and even go as far as to loop your arm with his. "I think you're pretty neat too, Twilight."

He coughs and rub the back of his neck with his free hand, letting you hold his dominant arm hostage. It's not like he's complaining. "I'm glad."

Hyrule snickers on the side lines and Twilight finds it in himself to send him a particularly nasty look. Over your head, naturally, so you don't see and don't get the hint that some of the other boy seem persistent to drop in his stead.

You drop your grip on his arm to hold his hand instead, swinging your hands together as you all walk. "Good to know that I'm the favorite over all."

"That can't be it." Legend says with a smirk on his face.

Twilight growls. "Shut it-"

"Twilight said so. You all heard it." You fire back, ignoring Twilight's words. "I am the favorite."

"Mhm." Time hums in agreement. "I don't see why not."

"Old man." Twilight stresses the nickname, pleading as wordlessly as he can to let the subject drop and let him live.

You finally look up to him with a tilt of your head. "Were you lying?"

Panic stabs his heart and he rips his hand away from you in shock as he tries to salvage the situation. Whatever it is he's trying to salvage anyway. "What?! No! Of course I wasn't lying! I think you're incredible!"

"Ok!" You grin as if nothing had happened and grab his hand again. "That's a relief. I wasn't going to say anything but you're my favorite too. So it all works out in the end."

Twilight flushes as you begin to drag him forward on the trail. "....I beg your pardon?"

"You're pardoned!" You start swinging your hands again. "Let's go!"

Time

You trip over your feet and snap your head to face the old man who hadn't even bothered to look in your direction.

Surprisingly, it was Twilight who spoke next. "...Well that doesn't very fair."

Time snorts but comments no further.

Part of you wants to beam in joy. And to rub it in the rest of the boy's faces.

That's high praise coming from Time and you all knew it.

There's a sudden pep in your step as you keep walking forward. "Ha! I'm Time's favorite. Na nana na~"

Time smirks and watches you with an amused smile. Wind groans dramatically and launches himself onto Time's arm. "But come on! We're all cool and nice and how come I'm not your favorite?"

"It's not that you're not my favorite." Time explains gently, chuckles as he pries Wind off of his arm with a particularly rough hair ruffle. "It's that they-" He points to you. "-don't make it their life mission to give me grey hairs before my time."

"You don't need our help to get grey hair, Old Man." Legend teases.

Time swipes at the hero playfully, letting him easily evade his grasp. "I'm fully aware. And yet you all seem keen on making it happen."

You laugh, feeling more proud of yourself than you probably should. It feels good, even if there's a little voice in your head that's telling you Time only said you were the favorite to tease the other heroes. Even if that were case, you can't bring yourself to mind it. You can tease the others about it as well!

Twilight seems particularly put out and you make it a point to stick your tongue out at him out of childish pettiness.

Twilight catches on and pouts harder, sticking his tongue out at you in return- right for Time to clock him in the back of his head. "Easy, Pup."

"They started it!" Twilight cries petulantly.

"I'm ending it." Time gets a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Besides, I didn't hear them arguing with you lot about who was the greatest among you."

You put your hands on your hips. "I am quite awesome though, aren't I?"

Time sighs. "A mark of a true hero is humility." He flicks your forehead. "But yes- you are awesome."

Sky

"Awww... Sky, that's so sweet!" You put your hand to your heart and grin at the suddenly bashful boy.

"Ah- well... You're welcome."

Hyrule laughs and slugs him on the shoulder. "You didn't intend to say that out loud, did you?"

"Nope." Sky scratches the back of his head.

"That's ok." You pat his back, feeling a little better about your own ego. "I think that makes it all the better."

"...Right..." Sky smiles a little tensely, seeming a little more nervous than he's willing to let know.

"Wait-" Warrior raises an eyebrow. He says your name questioningly. "Who's your favorite?"

"Oh! Hyrule."

"Huh?"

"Yup." You give Sky a wink while the other boys start rapidly firing questions. Not because they want to know why Hyrule, but they want to know why not them.

You know, like the children they are.

Sky relaxes a little bit when you walk forward to keep the attention of off him and onto yourself, giving him enough time to collect himself and then wonder if you wee serious or not.

So... you didn't technically help him despite your efforts, but you don't have to know where his head space is at.

"...You were serious, weren't you?" Hyrule says in a quite voice. "Did you mean that as in more than just being a favorite?"

"...So when I say I didn't intend to say that out loud-"

"Sky, oh my god."

"I know."

"You even looked them in the eye-!"

"I know!"

"..."

"..."

"....My condolences."

"Don't remind me." Sky groans, hiding his face in his hands.

Warrior

Everyone freezes before all heads slowly turn to him.

Your jaw drops in total shock. Of all people to say something in this context, in that manner, he was would have been at the bottom of the list.

Warrior raises a cool eyebrow, daring to smirk as the cherry on top.

No body makes a move, almost afraid to break the tedious atmosphere around the group and once rowdy boys.

You clear your throat, garnering the attention for yourself against your wishes. You however, keep your gaze on Warrior. The son of a gun winks.

You flush and feel the need to clear your throat again. You were trying to be sarcastic and facetious. You weren't expecting a genuine response. At least you think he's being serious. The silence certainly doesn't help you get your nerve back.

"Moving on." Warrior turns on his heel and begins to walk away, leaving you all in the wake of his cutting sentence.

You try to meet the eyes of the other but they're all looking at you for your reaction instead.

You throw up your hands in a desperate attempt to get the attention off of yourself. "I didn't tell him to say that!"

"Of course not." Warrior has the gall to speak once more on the topic. "But that doesn't make it any less true."

"You-!" You shout, unintentionally being louder than you intended. "SHUT! Not a peep out of you!"

Warrior gets a gleam in his eye that spells trouble for you later. He grins even wider and blows you a kiss.

You have half the mind to throw something at him.

Wild leans up next to you and bumps your shoulder with his. You turn to him in a desperate attempt to hide your shame. His eyebrows dance in a knowing fashion and you give completely. Shoving the Champion as far aware from you as you can, you also begin to get a move on for the day.

The others boys laugh quietly around you, amused at the turn of events.

"I hate all of you."

"No you don't!" Someone gleefully calls back to you.

"Why don't tell that to Warrior?" Four teases.

You plan revenge on him specifically. Instead of following through with that however, you speed up to catch up to Warrior.

"Am I really your favorite?" You find yourself saying before you could stop yourself.

Warrior chuckled. "Of course. Have I ever lied to you?'

"Well..." He has a point there. You take a deep breath. "No."

"Well, there you have it."

Four

"Are you serious?" Wind pouts. "I thought it was Time."

"Nope." Four puts his hands on his hips. "And unlike some people, I'm not afraid to speak my mind. I said it and I'll say it again. They're my favorite person here. Any one that disagree has to come up with some pretty convincing evidence to make me change my mind?"

You beam and feel yourself bubble up with happiness. You bounce on the balls of your feet and clap happily. "Yay! I'm Four's favorite!"

You turn to Sky excitedly, pointing in his face. "Eat it!"

He gives you a startled look before he starts laughing under his breath.

Four snorts and shakes his head. "Any objections?"

Most of the boys shake their heads, amusement twinkling in their eyes. Four grins as well and shrugs. "I guess we're done here."

You giggle like a maniac as everyone starts falling back into line, the conversation ending then and there with Four's declaration.

You on the other hand, feel like that you've gotten the ego boost of a life time. You're not entirely sure why. Being Four's favorite went straight to your head and elevated your mood to a whole other level.

"This is the greatest achievement of my life." You say, not entirely sarcastic as you wanted to sound. "I think I can die happy now."

"I didn't think it would make you this happy." Four noticed you bouncing on cloud nine. "Do you think I'm that special that it's so important to be my favorite?"

You pause and blush softly. A beat passes with all eyes on you and you decide to bite the bullet. "Of course I do. You're also my favorite person."

"Person?" Wild catches your slip up.

You snap your head to him and stick your tongue out. "Don't even start. I said what I said. I won't take it back."

You turn back to Four and see him giving you the softest smile. Your heart starts pounding in your chest. Oh. That's new. You finds yourself smiling back.

"Get a room!!" Warrior drops his hand to your head, nearly throwing you to the ground as he ruffles your hair. Twilight does the same to Four, ruining the moment.

"Hey-! Get off!" You shout and shove the hero away.

"Twilight, watch it!"

Wind

You snap your head in the direction of the voice and feel a wide grin cover your face. "Well thank you very much, Pirate."

You reach over and ruffle his hair roughly, playfully throwing off his balance as he yells and tries to fight you off without making it into a legitimate fight.

"Ok, ok, take it easy you two." Time steps in, taking your hand off of the boy with a light chuckle on his breath.

"That's it." You say, meeting the rest of the group with a wild gleam in your eye. You aim to start trouble. "Wind is officially my favorite too. The rest of you stink."

"Oh, come on. Be nice." Wild snickers, throwing his arms round your shoulders to shake you just as playfully. "We all have our good moments. Why does Wind get the sudden promotion?"

"Well you literally stink." You jokingly, pinch your nose and throw him off of you. "Come on, Wind."

You turn around, sticking your tongue out at all the other as they snicker at Wild's offended face. Wind was laughing loudly, happily taking your outstretched hand when you offered it.

"Let's go to the front of the group where all the cool kids hang out."

"Ok!" He giggles, swinging your hands together as you start to walk a little faster to get ahead of everyone else.

"Are we just going to let them get away with this?" Wild shouts, having his pride wounded by your throw away comment.

"I mean..." Sky shrugs.

"Seriously?!"

"They're not wrong." Warrior snort, gently knocking the back of the Wild's with the heel of his wrist. "Maybe change your clothes every once and a while."

"You're one to talk." Wild grumbled, taking out his sheikah slate to look for something to wear. "I am not that bad."

You bite your lip to keep your amusement at bay and shrug as well. "If it's any consolation, Wild, you're not as bad as Twilight."

"I heard that!"

"You were supposed to!" Wind calls out for you and laughs loudly once more, pulling you along before taking off in a sprint. You looked behind you to see what happened, only to see Twilight chasing after you both.

"Wind, run!"

Hyrule

"Rulie', you gotta warn people before you say things like that." Wild chuckles as he knocks the Traveler in the back of the head in your stead while you stood staring at the boy agape.

"Sorry." He blushes and rubs the back of his head. "I couldn't stop myself fast enough."

"Wait- hold up." You find yourself saying. "....You mean it. Like... really really, you mean it. You wouldn't react that way if you didn't."

Hyrule coughs and bite his lips, bravely meeting you in the eyes. Goodness- you didn't think you have a thing for him but that particular expression has all cylinders firing off in your brain at once. You didn't even know he could pull that kind of look off. And he's not even trying!! It's not that kid fo context!

"Yup... I uh-... Well, there's nothing wrong with admitting it, right?"

"Rulie' I thought we had something." Legend dramatically put his hand to his heart, falling with his full weight onto the other hero. "The betrayal is deep Hero of Hyrule."

"Get off of me!"

"Just twist the knife deeper while you're at it!"

You snort and quickly cover your mouth with your hands, horrified that sound escaped you so easily.

It catches Hyrule's attention easily.

In an attempt to clear yourself of the embarrassment, you lean heavily in your bravado and wink at the hero in front of you. Hyrule manages to throw Legend off of him but he suddenly can't look you in the eye.

Hey- it was to save yourself from the embarrassment, not him.

"Of course there's nothing wrong with it." You find yourself saying. You continue to lean into your bravado and put your hands on your hips. "You're my favorite too, Link. So don't worry about it."

"Wait, really?" He looks up back to you, with a light dusting of pink over his cheeks.

"Um- they said Link." Warrior throws his arm on Hyrule's head, using it as a head rest. "Clearly they meant me."

"They did not!" Wind jumps on Warrior's arm. "They meant me!"

You start laughing again and when your eyes meet Hyrule's once last time, you wink again for good measure.

You both know who you meant.

Wild

"Whoops, did I say that out loud?" Wild laughs awkward, bringing his hand to the back of his neck. He scratches it, worried about how all of the people in the group turn to look at him.

"Yes." Sky tilts his head, trying (and failing) to keep the smile off of his face. "Yes, you did."

"My bad." He coughs, clearing his throat in the process. He does nothing to clear the blush on his face.

"Really?" You whisper, feeling your heart swell.

Wild bite his lip, turning on his heel. If he was trying to play it off and be inconspicuous, he's doing a horrible job of sweeping it under the rug. "Of course. Now- where were we?"

"No nono no no-" You grin wider and begin to chase the resident wild child. "You're not running away from this."

He actually takes off in a sprint.

You squawk, as do some of the other boy in the group before you decide to call his bluff and chase him as well. "Wild, get back here!"

"No, I'm good!" He shouts over his shoulder.

You nearly stop as you process your words before you decide to pick up the pace. You don't respond at first, too focused on closing the distance. You watch the hero as he runs, watching the steps he takes to copy them and not trip over the unfamiliar terrain.

He's not familiar with it either, but he seems to assimilate to any climate faster than anyone else you've ever seen.

Until he starts to slow down and looks behind him to see you running at him at full speed.

The scream he lets out is nothing short of comical and the brief second it took him to process and react to what he was was enough to allow you tackle him.

It doesn't work. He's too strong to be knocked over that easily but an attempt was made.

You laugh, feel as light as feather and very much out of breath. "Am I really your favorite?"

"Why did you chase me?!"

"That doesn't answer my question." You smile cheekily.

Wild pants and puts his hands on your shoulders, pushing you away from him so that he could look into your eyes. "...Yes."

"Perfect!" You kiss his cheek and start to run back to the group before either of you could get into trouble. "See you back at the group!"

"....What does that even mean?"

[hw4-l1z]

hi! I was the one who requested the "fuck the stress out of me" fic. I loved it so much omg I was just reading it for like the 15th time. I got another one if you don't mind

<3 take you time with it tho <3

instrumentalist reader and hyunjin. hyunjin has always admired reader's fingers, how they would move so flexibly on a violin, or so fast on a piano. he sends a text to one of his members like ("omg his fingers I swear. i'm so jealous of his future partner") or smth along those lines, but he accidentally sends it to mn. and then mn fingers him so damn well.

sincerely, me, a violinist, living vicariously through this.

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Idk much about instruments so...sorry I tried😭

Sub!hyunjin x Dom!m!reader

Cw: fingering// hyunjin almost has a panic attack// spit as lube// finger sucking// mentions of saliva// handjob//

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Hyunjin= purple text

Reader= green text

It was a simple little mistake. His stupid ass fingers clicked the wrong contact. He hadn't realized until he got a message from you, seeing that your message had made no sense he clicked on the notification thinking maybe YOU text the wrong person.

His heart fucking dropped. His confused expression turned into a face of pure fear. There he saw that his message that was meant for felix was instead sent to you. He was so embarrassed face turning red as he read over his own message again and again.

It was a picture of your hands whilst you were playing the piano followed by:

"HOLY SHIT HIS HANDS HIS FUCKING HANDS, HIS FINGERS AHHHH I NEED THEM IN ME NOW"

"His future partner is gonna be so fucking lucky GOD I'M JEALOUS"

How could he be so stupid. He should've properly looked at the contact he was sending these texts to ESPECIALLY since they were horny ones. It's common for him and lix to send messages thirsting over men but now he's not sure he wants to be doing that anymore. He reads over your message.

"Ummm...thank you?? Was that meant for me?"

He was about to reply apologising before the speech bubble appears signalling that you're typing.

"Hyunjin?"

"Are you still in the building? Where are you I wanna talk to you"

His heart begins to pound in his chest, his breathing picks up as his eyes well up with tears. He's about to have a panic attack. He can't believe this is happening. He wants to message you back but the other part of him wants to block your number and avoid you for the rest of his life. But he loves you too much to cut you out his life like that so he decides to message back.

"Y/n, I'm so fucking sorry"

"I'm still here I'm in chan-hyung's studio"

"It's alright let me just talk to you, come back to the room"

"Please"

He stand up on shaky legs as he leaves the studio room and towards the room you're in. He stands outside the door for a minute, trying to calm himself down and wipe away his tears. He builds up the courage finally, knocking on the door lightly before opening the door. You're sitting there patiently wating on the small couch in the room. You look up at him and tell him to sit down next to you.

"Hyunjin...I-"

He cuts you off before you can speak "Y/n I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I promise I wasn't trying to be weird, I understand if you think I'm gross but I just wanna apologise, it was wrong and weird and out of order and-"

"HYUNJIN" you shout, shutting him up quickly. "Slow down, take a breath...I'm not mad at you I just wanna know...who exactly have you been sending those messages to" you quirk up a brow. You knew about his crush on you but you never knew he was sending his horny thoughts about you to someone.

"Ummm...felix..." He says shyly. "Felix? You thirst over me to Felix? Hmm" you look away surprised. "Does he do the same? Not about me but does he thirst over anyone to you?" You ask.

A little smile grew on his lips, realizing you're more interested than mad, "yeah" he laughs through his nose "he thirsts over channie-hyung alot".

"Hmm I'm not surprised to be honest...so you wanna talk about what you said hmm?" You said smirking at him. His eyes widen as he turns to face you "talk about it? Like what?" He questions.

"Well maybe talk about what exactly you meant, what you want me to do with them" you give him a teasing grin. His face flushes as he sees you moving closer to him slowly. "Do I have to say it? You read it yourself you know what I want" he looks at you with sparkling eyes.

"I wanna hear it for myself. Tell me what you want darling" you say, your face now nearly touching his, your noses brushing lightly against eachothers. "I...want you to use your hands on me" he breathes, going for the kiss before you pull yourself back, pushing him away a little. "Ah ah ah, not what those messages said. I'll give you what you want if you just use your words and tell me what you really want".

You raise your eyebrows up at him quickly, urging him to say it. He looks at the ground before quietly saying "want you to finger me". You shake your head, hooking a finger under his chin and making him look you in the eyes "louder and more clear" you rasp. He gives you a frustrated look before finally saying it "I want you to finger me please" he begs louder this time. "Good boy" you say as you tap his cheek.

Your lips crash onto his, moving him back until he's laying down. Your hips pressing into his so perfectly as your tongue enters into his mouth. He moans into the kiss as one of your hands move down his body, cupping his length. You begin to lightly squeeze and rub it from outside his shorts as he squirms under you.

You waste no time as you begin to yank off his shorts and underwear leaving him in just his shirt. His cock leaking against his lower abdomen as you spread open his legs. You stick two fingers into his mouth to wet them, swirling them around as he sucks and coats them perfectly. Once you feel they're wet enough you pull them from his mouth a string of saliva connecting your fingers and his lips. You move your hand down and in-between his legs, pressing them against his puckered hole. You rub it gently before slowly sliding on of your long slender fingers into him, it reaches further than he can reach with his own and it feels so fucking good.

You slip in a second finger before you begin to slowly move them in and out of him. Your other hand wrapping around his weeping cock, stroking it at the same pace as your fingers inside him. He moves his hands behind his back to lift his hips up and give himself more leverage to make it easier for you. Your fingers are pumping into him faster now, moving at such a pleasurable pace as your hand on his cock does the same.

You curl your fingers up as the pads of your fingers press against his prostate deliciously as his hips buck up with a loud moan. He looks gorgeous. Such a mess and all because of your fingers. You lean back down whilst your hands are still working rapidly, kissing his deep and full of lust. His head is spinning, the feeling of his hole being used and the warmth around his cock is all too much. He can already feel himself about to cum. He knows it's quick but he just can't help how good he feels.

His eyes roll back as his jaw slacks open, you pull away from him slightly, watching the look on his face as he cums all over his tummy. A strained moan leaving him as his body tenses through it. Once his body relaxes again he's panting and jerking up into your hand as he rides out his orgasm. Your cock twitching in your pants at the sight of it all.

"Care to help me now?"

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[itsmarsss]

Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 7 - Ozzie's

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

It's a date! (But is it really?)

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Word count: 5,212

Warnings: you ask blitz to not be a dick and what does he do? yeah he's a bit of a dick. a big reveal abt reader's past (will be explored more in depth later), terrible just awful communication skills.

Alright, however much blood you got on yourself, business today was kind of pretty fucking awesome. 

The four of you walk through the portal, all still riding high on the adrenaline rush the day’s kills provided you. Blitzø’s the first to set foot back into the office, throwing his head back and brandishing his new axe around. “Woo! That was a fuckton of lumberjacks!” 

There were eleven of them, to be exact.

Moxxie walks in right after him, looking a little too excited as he held up a chainsaw, still on and rumbling.

Millie’s next, covered in more blood than anyone else, as usual- clearly in a great mood, going as far as biting the wooden handle of the axe she was holding in half.  “Ahh! I’m still so jazzed up!” 

You walk in last, examining the huge new knife you got for yourself, pleased. Nothing like putting down five huge-ass dudes on your own and getting a cool new knife for your collection to get you in a good mood. 

Moxxie discards the chainsaw into the portal, and Loona closes it off. “Well, you better stay jazzed up, babe,” he tells Millie, shooting finger guns at her. “‘Cause guess where I’m taking you tonight?”

“Don’t you dare finish a filthy pun in my presence, Moxxie! Besides, drinks are on me tonight! Let’s hit up the new drive down the street,” Blitzø suggests, excited.

Moxxie looks down to the floor, then back at him. “Actually, sir, it’s our one year marriage anniversary, so I’m taking Millie to Ozzie’s, all the way down in the Lust Ring!” He announces, proud of himself. 

Millie’s eyes immediately light up, and she gasps in excitement at the revelation. “Ozzie’s? No way! That place is always booked.”

Yeah, you should know that. In fact, you already knew Moxxie was taking her there, too- he’d approached you the previous week, asking if you could do him a ‘big favor’. You didn’t know what to expect of this supposed big favor, but when he asked if you could maybe call Ozzie personally and arrange him and Millie a reservation for their anniversary, you let out a laugh.

“Oh, that’s it?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Of course I can, Mox, are you kidding?”

“That’s awesome!” He’d hugged you tight. “Thank you so, so much, y/n!”

You smile, pleased with Millie’s reaction. You knew she’d love it. Moxxie had mentioned he’d tell her you’d helped, but you’d told him not to, leaving all the credit for him. He deserved it. 

He sends you a thankful glance when Millie squeaks out his name and quite literally jumps on him, kissing him all over. The scene is so sweet it’s almost gross. 

“Ugh, can you two not?” Blitzø complains.

Moxxie’s out of breath when he pulls away, looking a little high-headed after the distraction. “I’m sorry, sir. Maybe another time!” 

“Oh, it’s fine! I- I can come with the two of�� you, help you celebrate your boring-as-fuck-monogamy.”

There’s no way he just seriously suggested that. “What? Dude. No.”

Moxxie matches your tone. “Yeah. No.The reservation is for us.”

“Uh-huh,” Blitzø agrees, nodding, as if that changes absolutely nothing to him. Did he genuinely not get the hint or is he playing dumb at this point?

“Just. Us. Millie and I.”

“Uh-huh,” he repeats, still nodding as if he doesn’t see the issue. 

“Without you there. Explicitly without you there.”

He completely disregards Moxxie’s words. “I’ll wear something nice. It’s a big deal after all.” Ah, got it. Playing dumb.

Moxxie’s left eye twitches at his attitude, but, in turn, he just turns around, walking towards the door. “You want a ride or not?” He turns back around to ask you, and you try to shoot Moxxie a reassuring look that’s meant to say you’ll get some sense through his skull before you follow him out. “See you lovebugs later!”

You start scolding him as soon as you get to the parking lot. “Could you be any more inconvenient?”

“The fuck do you mean?” 

“The fuck do I mean? They don’t want you there, Blitz. It’s their anniversary. Whatever fantasies you have about them don’t make you a part of their relationship, you realize that, don’t you?” The two of you get to the van, and he unlocks the doors so you can get in before he says anything in return.

“Fuck you, I made that couple happen, bitch. I deserve to be part of this ‘anniversary dinner’. And you do too, I know there ain’t no way Moxxie got that reservation without your help.”

“Yeah and that one-hundred percent does not give me any right to crash their date. Don’t you fucking go to Ozzie’s tonight. You hear me?”

“Oh yeah keep telling me what to do baby, I’m almost there!” He exaggerates.

“I’m so serious right now.”

Blitzø scoffs at your threatening tone. “Don’t remember you being the boss of me.”

“I am telling you, as a friend, that you’re being inconvenient. They’ll get pissed at you and they’ll be right to.”

“Yeah well I don’t fucking care.”

“Come on Blitz, just give them a break. I’ll even go with you to that place you wanted to go!” You try. 

“Really?”

“Yeah! It’ll be fun. And very far from Millie and Mox so they can enjoy their night out alone,” you make sure to point out.

“Fine. Whatever.”

Blitzø drops you off at your apartment so you can get ready with a yell of ‘be quick we don’t have all night!’ as he drives off, going home himself to shower and change too before he’s back to pick you up. 

“If I didn’t know you I’d think you’re dressing to impress me here,” he raises an eyebrow suggestively as he gives you a very exaggerated once-over.

“Yeah in your dreams maybe,” you retort immediately, used to his comments by now, as you get into the passenger seat.

“Oh my dreams about you don’t involve any clothes what-so-ever.”

“Gross.”

He shrugs. “Ready?”

“Sure. What’s the place called again?”

“Uuuuhh, don’t worry about it. We’re going somewhere new.”

You notice he’s extra chatty during the ride, talking your ear off and turning up the radio so the two of you can sing the songs out. You realize why he was going out of his way to distract you when suddenly you take a look out the window and recognize the neighborhood. 

He’s taken you to the Lust Ring, and it’s not very hard to imagine why when he parks just a couple blocks from Ozzie’s. You feel disappointed, and honestly a little naive, to have thought he’d take you to a fun night out instead of just doing whatever he wanted to do. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? This is the one place I said, repeatedly, that we couldn’t go!”

“Oh, boo-hoo, so I’m taking you out on a nice fucking fancy-ass dinner, what a terrible fucking thing to do!”

“Except you’re not taking me out, you just don’t know your fucking boundaries and you wanna spend your sorry-ass night spying on Millie and Moxxie.”

“Eh. Potato, potato.”

“You pronounced it the exact same.”

He shrugs. 

“We’re leaving.”

“What? No!”

“Well I am. And you don’t have a reservation,” you point out, trying to make it clear he’s not getting in. Did he only bring you out with him in the hopes you’d manage to get him a table by pulling some strings? “And you can’t get in without a date so sucks to be you.”

“Well I’m not taking you anywhere,” he crosses his arms over his chest, matter-of-factly.

“‘Course you’re fucking not. We were supposed to just have some fun tonight. I can’t believe this. You’re a fucking prick, you know that, right?” You let your frustration spill out in your words, and you pull your phone out to see if you can find a ride on Reaper, not in the mood to be out anymore and desperately wanting to get back home at this point.

“Yeah, yeah, and you’re a whiny bitch but I don’t keep telling you that, do I?”

You send him a dirty look, sitting on the curb as you wait for the app to find you a car, and he fucks off to the alleyway behind you to do Satan-knows-what. After a while, still down on your luck with the ride, you’re startled when a portal is opened only a couple feet in front of you, and it takes you a couple seconds to register the fact that it’s Stolas who walks out of it. 

“Stolas?”

“Stolaaass!” Blitzø calls out, as if already expecting him. Was he already expecting him? Is this what you thought it was- you telling him you wouldn’t get into Ozzie’s with him and him just calling Stolas up, simple as ever, to fulfill that role instead?

“What are you doing here?” You ask the prince, not really meaning to sound rude, but it comes out demanding of an answer regardless, and he tilts his head to the side, as if confused by the fact that you apparently didn’t know he’d be coming.

“Wow. Outfit’s a little overkill, don’t ya think?” Blitzø tells him, and you resist the urge to pettily flick at his forehead at the lack of common sense. Why the fuck would you say that?

Stolas looks down to the floor, embarrassed. “Did you… not know I was coming, y/n?”

“No. Did Blitzø call you here?”

“Yes, I- I assumed-” He looks at Blitzø, now referring to the comment about his outfit as well. “I wanted to look nicer for you. This is our first real date, after all… right?” he explains himself, motioning between the three of you.

“A date?” You whip your head around to look at Blitzø. That’s what he told Stolas this was?

“Surprise! We’re having a date!”

“Blitz I swear to Satan, this is so out of pocket-”

“Is something not right, y/n?” Stolas asks, and it completely disarms you. He seems so genuinely excited about this ‘date’ that you can’t get yourself to ruin it for him by revealing what only you knew- that what he thought was a date was just a selfish ploy for Blitzø to spy on Millie and Moxxie for whatever fucking reason he had.

And so you find yourself reassuring him. “No. Not at all.”

“Ya still wanna leave now?” Blitzø whispers, all cocky and annoying and- fuck, he can just be so stubborn it’s insufferable sometimes. You grit your teeth but say nothing in return, and the three of you walk up to the stairs by the entrance. 

You don’t recognize the incubus who greets you. Must be new. He eyes the three of you up and down, as if trying to gather how the fuck this whole thing happened. “Y’all three together?” He asks, an eyebrow raised.

“Yes,” Stolas tells him. 

“Alrightt, that’s fucking hot! Y’all got a reservation?”

Before you can even think of telling him to talk to Ozzie, Stolas speaks up again. “Do we need one?” He asks, glaring at the man, as if challenging him to say yes. The man gulps before opening a smile and bowing at him. “No! Uh, shit, my apologies, Your Highness. Right this way.”

You feel the ever-growing urge to facepalm as hard as you possibly can the very second you enter the lounge, because Blitzø immediately starts sneaking around the place like he’s a character in some low-budget spy movie. 

Stolas looks around the place, mesmerized. “Oh, my! Oh, no! No, but also yes!” He’s been there countless times (you should know), but only then do you realize he’s never stayed or even visited for matters that weren’t aligned with his royal duties. He’s stupid rich and he’s never dined at Ozzie’s?

Oh.

He’s only ever been with that wife of his before you and Blitzø happened. And- oh, fuck. Was this his first ever date? Shit.

You pull Blitzø down to whisper to him as you walk to your table. “Blitz, you’re gonna be fucking nice tonight, alright?”

“Hey I’m always a fucking delight!”

“I’m serious. I think he’s never been on a date before.”

“What? That’s not true.”

“Look he’s clearly excited to be here, please don’t be a dick, okay?”

“You calling me that for free?”

“The outfit comment was not cool.”

“Oh you guys are so fucking sensitive.” He dismisses your words, sitting down on the chair that had been arranged for him, a couple books placed on the seat so his height could be aligned properly with the round table’s.

Stolas is beaming as soon as the three of you sit down. “Oh, how romantic is this? I have never stayed here longer than I needed to. It’s so charming!”

“Yeah, it sounded like- I just thought we’d have a blast here,” Blitzø tells him, barely present in the conversation as he pulls out his goddamn fucking binoculars out of his pocket, surely trying to find out where Millie and Moxxie were seated. 

“Uh, yeah. It’s lovely, right? And it’s where I met both of you! Isn’t that so nice, Blitz?” You kick him under the table, and he shoots you a dirty glare before turning back around. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a real romantic- oh gotcha!”

Stolas tilts his head to the side, trying to figure out what is happening. “Uh, Blitz, what are you looking at?”

“I’m looking at nothing. How about that?” So much for not being a dick. Luckily, a server approaches the table just then, averting Stolas’ attention from Blitzø. 

“So, can I get you three off?” She takes a long pause before ‘correcting’ herself. “I mean, start you three off with some drinks?” It actually was normal taught practice for the ‘slip-ups’ to happen- you should know, you trained countless servers during your time there. It still makes Stolas blush out of embarrassment, caught off-guard by it.

“Yes! Um, perhaps some… wine, to share?” He glances at you, and you smile at him, nodding in agreement. “Blitz?” 

“What?”

“Would you like some wine, too?”

“Yeah why not?”

“Do you prefer red or white? Or perhaps some champagne?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Blitzø replies dryly, very clearly barely paying any attention to what was said to him as he didn’t even bother turning around to face the two of you.

“Uh- I- uh-”

“What if we-” you begin, trying to help Stolas not freak out.

“Perhaps we should order all three! Ha! Why not?” He suggests, and it sort of sounds like he is sort of freaking out, but you don’t argue. 

“Yeah that sounds good.”

“So! How was the day at I.M.P.?” Stolas tries. 

“Oh? Uh, it was good, I guess. We killed a bunch of beardos. She can tell you about it,” Blitzø tells him, this time sparing one single glance back and pointing vaguely at you. How thoughtful.

“Oh?”

“Uh, business was pretty good today. What he meant with killing a bunch of beardos is that we had more targets than usual, which is good. They just happened to be a bunch of lumberjacks, strangely enough. But I’m sure you don’t wanna hear about us killing people, right?”

“No! It sounds like fun!” It definitely didn’t look like he thought so, but rather that he was desperately trying to build a connection. One that Blitzø currently didn’t seem to give a flying fuck about. “Uh, how did you kill them?”

The question at least seemed to pique Blitzø’s interest, as he actually turns around and puts down the binoculars to answer it. “How? I mean, there was a lot of ‘em, so… bullets?”

“Right! Right. So… what made you decide to plan a date after all this time?”

Shit. “Uuuuuuhhh…” Blitzø scratches the back of his head, trying to think of what to say. Fuck, don’t be a dick, don’t be a dick, don’t-

Thankfully, for all of you, you’re sure, he doesn’t get to finish whatever he was about to try and say, as the lights dim and Fizzarolli’s voice sounds through the lounge. “Ladies and gentlemen! I see some sexy faces around here tonight.” He descends down the pole right in the middle of the stage, and you notice his greeting routine sounds different. It’s a weird feeling to see so much change since you left. “Welcome, welcome to Ozzie’s, Lust Ring’s number one place for all kinds of sick, twisted fantasies, put on display for all you sleaze and sleazettes, the gem joint of Asmodeus himself. Come on, give him some love!”

“Did he just say Asmodeus?” Stolas questions out loud.

“He likes to make an appearance sometimes,” you explain, but, internally, it made you nervous. You did not need Ozzie to see you on a date tonight.

Stolas nods, and Blitzø lets out a groan. “Oh, no fucking way. Not him!” He hides his face behind the menu that had been placed in front of him, and he’s still never told you what happened between him and Fizz, but that has to be a bit dramatic, doesn't it? 

“I am the one and only Fizzarolli.” The clown continues, pulling up a Loo Loo Land flyer with his robotic version, ‘Robo Fizz’, on it. “Some of you might recognize this dashing clown face from my numerous replicas across the rings of Hell, gloriously designed by the big man himself, and uh,” he traces his hand up his own robotic arm in a rather suggestive way, “ribbed for your pleasure tonight. We have a great lineup for you tonight: Verosika Mayday, Wet Dream, and The Squirters!” 

The lights shine on them, and suddenly you understand Blitzø’s need to hide. “Shit, she’s here?”

“Do you know her?” Stolas asks you, and you don’t reply.

“But as everyone’s warming up, I got a funny one for y’all!” Fizz keeps on. “Did any of you hear about the batshittery that happened at Loo Loo Land?” He laughs. “Oh yeah, I’ll tell you what, I’d sure love to shake the hand of the crazy son of a bitch who decided to burn down that off-brand shithole, and then slap a fat subpoena in it, ‘cause I’m very much looking to sue. That robo-me made us more money entertaining those kids than the ones we sell to get you freaks off, if you know what I mean.”

Someone in the lounge stands up from their seat, waving their hand around. “I know! I know what you mean! I have four of ‘em!” They announce, loud and proud, and you realize their date is one of those. It’s freaky enough for you to know security’s sure to keep an eye on them for the rest of the night to make sure they stay far away from Fizzarolli.

“So! Without wasting more time! Our little opening act is a fresh one, coming at us from a little imp from the Wrath Ring. Give it up for… Moxxie! With no creative stage name whatsoever.”

Moxxie stands up, taking his guitar with him, and kisses Millie before taking Fizzarolli’s place on the stage. That he hadn’t told you about, and knowing it was probably because he wanted to keep that moment to themselves makes you feel shitty about being there. He taps the mic before speaking. “Hello, everyone. Um. Hi. Thank you for letting me be here. It’s an honor to play.” Someone yells at him to hurry up, and he looks a bit nervous at it before he keeps on. “This song is for my beautiful wife, a surprise for our first anniversary. I love you, Millie.”

I love you More than the brimstone loves the fire, more than beelze loves her bub, more than a maggot loves gangrenous stubs You make my spirit sing Yeah, you make me glad I live in Hell Our love is a story sweet to tell Yeah, you cast a special Satanic spell over my heart Love is a journey we decided to start Yeah, I hope we’ll never, ever be apart I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I-

Shit, Moxxie.

If he had told you about this, you would have warned him Ozzie’s was not the right place to perform a love song. But he didn’t, and so…

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,”, Ozzie and Fizz sang along, making their way onto the stage, very clearly mocking and laughing at him. 

Who’s singing love songs in my lustful lounge?

So Ozzie was performing tonight. Must be in a good mood. 

Ozzie’s ain’t the place for sentimental sounds!

What’d you expect from a proprietor like us?

Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust…

Give me a thrust! Show me some lust! From the groin to the bust, in desire we trust, in the House of Asmodeus

Trumpet! Gah!

Little imp, you came here to sing your serenade Perform your feelings in the velvety stage Well, we got a saying that’s popular in these parts

‘Only little bitches strum the strings of their hearts’

You wanna hang around this lustful town? Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around

How hypocritical.

In here we sing about wants and desires

Depravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire!

So give me a thrust Show me some lust From the groin to the bust Little imp, you just must In the House of Asmodeus Come on, sing us a song! Make sure the subject is getting it on Make it graphic and tactfully long

Make sure to rhyme ‘thong’ and ‘schlong’!

Go ahead, the mic’s on!

After a good while of tossing Moxxie around as Ozzie and Fizz sang, they set the mic in front of him once again. He takes a deep breath before strumming his guitar and giving it a try.

I want to 

Yeah, what do you want? Butt stuff? Piss play? Bondage?

Make gentle love to you

Oh, Moxxie. 

Ugh, what a limp-dick imp, you’re really killing the vibe Get a load of this dweeb and his unsatisfied bride!

Blitzø stands up from his seat. Why the fuck is he standing up from his seat? 

“Hey now, I’ve watched those two pork many times, and, honestly, they make missionary look relatively exciting!” 

You should have known he’d feel the need to try and defend them in some way, but this was really, really not a good idea. If you didn’t want any of your friends to see you there up until then, now he’d managed to basically call out for their attention. 

“What? Blitz!” Moxxie yells out, as if he can’t believe he’s actually there. His eyes find you too, and he furrows his eyebrows together. You feel ashamed that you ended up there, and even more so that his moment was getting ruined in so many ways.

Fizzarolli opens a grin. “Is that Blitzo? So you’re showing your face?”

Hey, everybody!  This guy’s a total disgrace Some nerve you got to comment on a relationship Last I checked, your love life is a pile of shit!

As if things couldn’t get any worse, Verosika stands up, the lights immediately panning to her, and she joins in. 

Oh, Blitzo? I used to date him 

“Oh, Verosika, you’re here.”

I’d stroke him, I’d fellate him But when it was my turn He did no reciprocating  A selfish imp in the sheets  And just as bad on the streets A reckless, heart-breaking freak

You silently pray to Lucifer for her to not see you, or just not mention you, or-

“Oh am I interrupting your date, y/n?” She spits out. 

I should have known it I should have guessed you’re not above it  How long left till they’re abandoned? Do they know they’re not your standard?  The prince would better watch out Just get too close and he’s out Give it some time, she’ll flake out

You look down at your hands over your lap and you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. Stolas looks between you and Blitzø, trying to assimilate what just happened. “Did the both of you date her?”

Who’s that at your table? Is your date a demon prince? Stolas, is that you?

Are you sleeping with an imp?

My dark lord, how the mighty do fall! You used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all! I hope you didn’t give it up so they could help you get it up…

Stolas hides his face behind the menu, not unlike Blitzø had done earlier, like he’s… embarrassed to be called out for being on a date with the two of you. It feels like a gut punch, to come down to the realization that, yeah, of course he’s embarrassed, he’s a prince, for Lucifer’s sake. 

Your eyes feel like they’re burning, and you have to hold back tears from streaming down your face. 

You sold your life for a thrust! Now that’s the spirit of Lust Grab your groin or a bust You better get your hair mussed Pretend you don’t see that crust Hump ‘till your junk turns to dust In the House of Asmode-

You stand up in preoccupation for Millie when she simply knocks Fizzarolli down to the ground. 

“Hey!” Ozzie exclaims, helping Fizz get up. You see the rage in his eyes- Millie was crazy to have done that- and he looks back at you. The worry in your expression and the furious shaking of your head, wordlessly asking him not to do anything, are accepted, and Millie is left unharmed purely for the sake of you. 

“I think you were tryin’ to sing somethin’ for me, Mox.”

“Yeah, I was.”

I love us I love us just the way we are Don’t have to pretend to like to do things we don’t I’ve always got you around to laugh at my stupid jokes I’ll never take you for granted I’ll always give you my best If you can offer the same thing we’ll handle the rest ‘Cause I love you ‘Cause I love you

Blitzø looks undoubtedly hurt and undeniably uncomfortable and, shit, it was very much warranted. You felt the exact same, ashamed of getting called out by Verosika, hurt by having Ozzie of all people put you all on blast, feeling stupid for feeling hurt by Stolas so very clearly looking embarrassed to be seen on a date with you. 

Stolas looks worried, but doesn’t get to form any words before Blitzø speaks up. “You know what, this was a mistake, alright? Let’s just- let’s just leave.”

For the first time the entire night, you agree with him. “Yeah. We should go.”

“Oh. Right. Of course,” Stolas agrees, and the three of you get up, making your way to the exit. You didn’t even get to try the fucking wine. 

You glance back at Ozzie on your way out, and he raises his eyebrows in concern when his eyes meet yours. You know that face. He only just realized he hurt you with what he did, and you know he’ll let you be for the rest of the night, but you’re sure to expect him to show up at your place tomorrow to apologize. 

You also take a glance at Millie and Moxxie, still on the stage, and mouth an ‘I’m sorry’ to them before exiting the place. 

The drive to Stolas’ place is quiet and uncomfortable and it makes holding yourself back from crying much, much harder. You’re not even sure why Stolas is getting a ride, as he’d portaled himself to Ozzie’s and could very much just portal himself back home, but it’s not like you’re gonna bring that up. 

Much too tall for the I.M.P. van, he’s crammed in the backseat, and struggles a little before managing to get himself out of the car. 

Before leaving, he leans on the passenger’s window, facing you and Blitzø and nervously trying to get himself to say something. “Thank you, for… inviting me out tonight.” Blitzø turns away to face his other side and you keep your eyes glued to the windshield, both unable to look him in the eye. “Despite everything that’s happened, I… I enjoyed spending time with you.”

“Yeah,” is all Blitzø says, and you simply nod.

“You know, I have some more wine in the house. Octavia’s with her mother this weekend, so we could…”

“I’m not fucking you tonight, okay? I’m really just… I’m really not in the mood, alright?” He nudges you with his elbow, and you swear you see him wipe down a tear. “If you wanna take this one go ahead.”

“I-”

“We could just… talk. Or… watch a movie? Or maybe… cuddle?”

For the first time since leaving Ozzie’s, you manage to properly look at Stolas. Was he serious? Would he genuinely be okay with that after what just happened? Could he genuinely be okay to be in your presence without sex involved? 

“Stolas, don’t act like what we have is anything but you wanting us to fuck you, okay?” 

“Blitz-“

“No. You too. Are you actually falling for the shit he says? Fucking watch a movie and cuddle? You know exactly what he wants from us. He just says what he thinks he has to to get in our pants. I thought you weren’t that stupid.” 

You scoff at his words and get out of his car silently, as you can’t believe he just said that to you.

“What, you’re not coming?” 

Tears are threatening to roll down your face again, and it makes you angry. “Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own?”

“Fine. Stay with him then. Congrats to the fucking happy couple!” 

With that lovely yell, he takes off. 

“Are you alright, dearest? You can come in if you-“ Stolas reaches for you, but you can’t help but back off, not allowing him to touch you. He lets his hand fall back to his side. 

“Could you just send me back to Ozzie’s? Looks like I don’t have a ride anymore.”

“Are you sure you want to be there? What he did was-“

“I- I’ll talk to him. They won’t poke fun at you because of us again, Your Highness. No need to worry.”

He grimaces at your words, and you’re fully aware why.  You haven’t called him that in a long time. In fact, you realize you did it to be cruel. To hurt him. 

To hurt yourself into remembering your place in relation to him. You almost want him to argue with you. To understand what you meant and tell you he doesn’t look down on you, that he doesn’t feel ashamed. 

And yet he only accepts what you say with a nod.  “Good night, y/n.” 

Maybe Blitzø isn’t wrong.

You nod once instead of saying it back- you don't trust your voice to come out.

He seems to want to say something else but refrains from doing so, only waving his hand to cast the spell you requested him to. In a mere second you materialize back at Ozzie’s, but not in the lounge, thankfully- in the waiting room in front of his office. 

You break down crying the very moment you gain bearing of your surroundings. 

A/N sorry for the shitty lyrics i added to house of asmodeus it was sadly necessary lmaoooo

[mxr1na]

🌞⋆🫧`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹Sunburnt- Satoru Gojo x !black reader🌞⋆🫧`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

A/N: Just felt like writing something :3

Sypnosis: The strongest always has his infinity up, but didn't realise a potential threat to himself was imminent in his everyday life

Warning: None, unless if you don't like black y/n. Then you're the Trigger warning 😨😨

546 words~

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"You have got to be kidding me," your boyfriend groans as you apply sunscreen on his hot back and face.

You both decided to go on a short vacation to Okinawa together, since you both had a free window.

"I warned you to put on sunscreen, but noooo, you had your infinity, you said. The sun won't affect you, you said," You smirk.

Satoru turns to you and pouts.

"Yeah, yeah I know, stop bullying me. Ugh, it's no fair, why do you look drop dead gorgeous in the sun and aren't a victim of the sun like I am?" He traces over your arm, which, in his eyes, glowed against the sunrays. "I look and feel like a burnt hotdog,"

"First of all, you have the intelligence of a burnt hotdog. Second, I am a potential victim of the sun, I can actually still get sunburnt, and skin cancer," You were about to go on a tangent on how its very important for people of colour to also be cautious in the sun, but Toru just mimics you in a nerdy voice that all of us are all too familiar with.

"Shut up, will ya' Toru?" You push him out of your lap, and he pretends to fall face first into the sand. Your white haired freak looks at you, with a very unappealing sand mask on his face.

"How, dare you? Turning away your boyfriend in his most vulnerable moments? Do you even love me anymore?!"

You smear some sunscreen on his face, the gross mixture caking half of his face, and begin to run towards the ocean.

"Hey! Get your ass back here!" The supposedly 'strongest' sorcerer chases after you, in an attempt to make you atone for the sins you committed.

Unfortunately, you didn't get very far, soon enough, he reached you in the water, picked you up, and like the gentleman he is, drops you back into the blue sea.

After playing like two children (And getting some looks from other young adults that clearly never properly lived once) you both get out of the water, shivering from the cold, and sit at the coast.

"You know," Gojo says beside you, flicking away some stray sand grains.

"I wasn't lying earlier, you do look absolutely stunning in the sun," He turns and kisses you.

"The way your skin shimmers like glitter, you look like a goddess," His voice is earnest, like he's speaking with his full heart, and then some.

The only reply you could produce that moment was your head nodding slightly to the side.

"What? Can I not compliment you once in a while?"

"Oh, no, you should definitely do that more, it strokes my ego in ways I didn't know were possible. You're, just, sweet when you aren't acting like a kid all the time,"

"Hey! I can be a sweet and ego stroking boyfriend whenever I want!"

"Yeah, well promise me, you'll just stay as you are, no matter if you're blue, yellow, or a certain sunburnt red,"

He somehow gets redder.

"I hate you,"

"You love me,"

You lean him in for a kiss again, as the sun begins to set.

Even though he didn't say it, he promises he won't change at bit.

For you.

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This had become some sort of little tradition, if you were being honest.

There was a day every two weeks where Jacaerys had to rise early in the morning for training, luckily falling on the exact same day you were always guranteed to be home. He’d usually wake up and softly kiss you goodbye before sneaking out of bed and you’d spent the morning preparing lunch and anticipate his return back. Depending on how harsh coach went on your boy, Jace was either in high moods or in the need of a long, silent shower.

It was usually not hard to spot.

“Why couldn’t the weather been like this earlier?” He grumbled at the picture book blue sky outside your bathroom window and as if they were paid actors, a pair of happy birds flew past it too, mocking him.

Coach had let them train in the rain, the field underneath their feet quickly becoming gross and muddy. (It did not help to lift Jace’s mood when he had been pushed into the dirt by some asshole he never liked anyway. Laying there before Cregan helped him up, he really had questioned every of his life choices that had led him to this very moment and not to you and your lovely bed…)

You hummed in understanding, standing in between his legs in the small shower, your boyfriend sitting in front of you on a stool you had bought for this exact situation. Jace was taller than you and since you liked – relished, really – to take care of him like this, Jace’s constant bending down and you having to dance around him, had quickly tired the both of you.

“Tomorrow will be better.” You squeezed his bony shoulders and gave him an encouraging smile, fully-dressed except your shirt while he was sitting bare in front of you. He gazed lovingly into your eyes, only disappointed for a tiny moment as you tilted his chin back. “Let’s get you clean again, hm?”

It was like your mind quietened as you began to wet Jace’s hair, relaxing as you felt him relax in this intimate moment you shared. You washed his hair in slow circular motions, hearing a little sigh leave his lips as his eyes fluttered closed. You could’ve looked at him like this forever, mesmerized by his beauty and the trust he gave you.

“Tilt your head back please.” You whispered, your finger brushing over his sharp jaw before you began to wash out the shampoo.

Jace sighed again and closed his eyes at the comforting touch, completely given himself over to you as you quietly worked, running your fingers through his hair and making sure they were clean and untangled.

You slung two arms around him when you were done, pecking his cheek with a smile. “Already better, hm?”

“Yeah…” He leaned into your embrace, taking a moment to try regaining a little composure, but you were faster than him as your eyes fell down on-

“Oh.” You said, a little surprised and…very much intrigued at his obvious arousal.

“Shit, sorry.” He cringed, sitting up straight. “Just ignore it. Or like…dump some cold water over me.”

You chuckled at the mental image that would make, fondly shaking your head as you stepped right between his legs. “What if I don’t want to ignore it? It looks like I could help you, actually…”

“Love, you don’t have to.” He cooed softly, but you were shushing him playfully, sinking down onto your knees in front of him. He could go mad from the effect you had on him, a little whine escaping his parted lips at the sight of you, blinking at him with your big sweet eyes before they fell down on his hard length.

“I want to.” You insisted, resting your cheek on his thigh as you looked at him. “Do you?”

“Fuck, yes-“

The rest of his sentence was cut off by his own choked moan, Jace nearly doubling over as you wrapped your lips around him, your tongue rubbing against the sensitive vein on the underside of his leaking dick. You giggled around him, your hands running up his strong thighs as you slowly began to suck him off, spurred on by the sweet whimpers Jace gave you.

A tradition you relished, indeed.

[turcott3]

back to you

mackie samoskevich x fem estapa! reader

warnings?: cursing, allusions to smut? kind of?, mostly just fluff tho ofc

a/n: this is long af i’m so sorry (i’m not)

masterlist

2008

“mom! mark and mackie are trapping me again!” i yell from the bathroom.

“stop being a wuss y/n.” i hear mark reply.

“please just let me come out.” i beg them. i was always being harassed by mark and his best friend and i never caught a break.

“mark, let’s just let her out okay? she’s been in there long enough.” i hear mackie say.

“ugh fine.” he says opening the door. i stand up off the ground and walk out, wiping the tears that had sprung loose. i didn’t like the way they treated me. i was always being terrorized and i was scared.

“we made her cry dude.”

“that’s sick.”

“okay…..” i hear mackie close out the conversation as i made my way down the stairs to my mother. i sat on the couch with my tear stained face, wrapped in a blanket, watching my favorite movie.

“hey.” i hear a whisper behind the couch.

“mackie?” i ask.

“i’m sorry for locking you in the bathroom y/n. i didn’t mean to make you cry.” he says leaning on the back of the couch.

“it’s okay.” i reply.

“mark likes to do that stuff but i don’t really like doing it to you. i don’t like seeing you cry.” he says and i smile. he runs around the couch to hug me before flying back upstairs before mark notices he’s gone.

-

2014

we all packed into the car to head to mark’s game, which is have been dreading a little less lately. my father putting on classic rock as we make the drive to the rink which became short due to how used to it i was. we find our seats in the rink watching the boys warm up, watching mackie and a few others fly by me every now and then.

“he shoots he scores! mackie samoskevich with the third goal of the game!” the commentator announced as we sat at my brothers hockey game. the crowd overcome with joy for their kids as they got ahead of the opposing team.

“yay mackie!” i yell loudly, my mom chuckling lightly.

“why are you laughing?”

“you two are gonna love each other for the rest of your lives babydoll.” she says adjusting my hat.

“you’re crazy, my only love is harry from one direction.”

“okay y/n.” she laughs, directing her attention back to the game. the game ended wonderfully, mark’s team winning of course.

“alright we’re going to dinner everyone in.” my mom says to mark and i, waving mackie over as well.

“here i’ll sit in the middle.” mackie says smiling at me. we sang and laughed all the way to dinner, mackie and i seemingly closer than before.

“you guys are gross.” mark says coming to the realization at our proximity.

“we are not.”

“are too.” he says turning away and looking out the window.

“mark will you quit, they are literally just sitting next to each other.” my mom says sternly.

“yeah whatever.”

“they’re just mad they aren’t as cool as us.” mackie whispers in my ear, a smile spreading on my face.

‘love each other for the rest of your lives.’ what does she mean?

-

2018

“you kids look great, have so much fun tonight. mark make sure you all get back in one piece.” mom says sending us all out the door. it was my sophomore homecoming.

“you excited?” i ask my boyfriend of 3 months.

“yeah totally.” he says blandly staring at his phone. mark and mackie sat in the front seat chatting amongst themselves. i turn away from him and lean my head on the window, watching the sun set. things had been this way lately. my boyfriend made me feel like i was trying too hard, like he was uninterested.

“alright we’re here. y/n don’t do anything stupid with your boyfriend.” mark says putting the keys in his pockets and walking off. mackie standing behind for just a moment.

“find me if you need anything.” he says earning a nod from me as he walks off to join his best friend.

“let’s go.” my boyfriend huffs, grabbing onto my hand. we find our way into the dance. i look around to see everyone having fun with their dates and friends, meanwhile we sat on a bench barely speaking.

“i’m going to the bathroom.” he speaks to me, standing up and walking away. leaving me alone on this god forsaken bench for losers. many minutes go by and he hasn’t returned.

“what the fuck?” i say looking down at my phone. i stand up adjusting my dress before seeing him dancing in a group of friends, mostly containing girls, his hand tucked firmly on one of their hips. i exhaled loudly, knowing deep down this was happening all along, allowing a tear to escape.

“y/n?” i hear a familiar voice speak.

“oh uh, hey mack.” i say looking at him and then returning my gaze to the floor.

“hey, are you okay? what’s wrong?” he asks noticing my tone and sitting down next to me.

“im breaking up with him.” i say looking back up, mackie following my gaze to him.

“give me your phone.”

“why?”

“give it to me, unlocked.” he demands so i follow. he scrolls to find his name and number in all my socials, blocking him. cutting him out of my life for me.

“thank you.” i say wiping my tears.

“of course y/n.” he says wrapping an arm around my shoulder comfortingly.

“i know you liked him a lot but you deserve better than that.” he speaks after a few moments and i feel his gaze piercing the side of my head.

“i really thought i loved him.” i sigh.

“it hurts i know.” he says, thumb caressing my bicep.

“can we go?” i ask looking into his warm brown eyes.

“yeah of course, come with me.” he says grabbing onto my hand as we hunted mark down.

“hey bud, we gotta go.” mackie says patting my brother on the shoulder.

“why?”

“y/n got, well to put it bluntly, cheated on.” he says simply and marks demeanor changes.

“yeah let’s go, ill catch you guys later” mark says to his friends, grabbing the keys from his pocket and guides us out of the dance. the drive home was quiet, the only thing silencing my cries was the music mark chose to play loudly so i could be alone. once we arrived home i made my way up into my bedroom and changed, not once stopping the tears that left my body. i hear a knock on my door once i’m settled.

“come in.” i say aloud.

“hey y/n,” it’s mackie in his pj pants and umich shirt, ”i’m so sorry about tonight, i’m staying over so let me know if you need anything okay?” he says not stepping in my room.

“thank you mack.” i say smiling lightly, my heart beginning to flutter.

“of course y/n/n.” he smiles shutting my door. the butterflies in my stomach seem to settle over the next hour but never truly going away knowing i could call him in here in two seconds. i zone back into my movie, unfortunately i picked a sad movie on an already sad night, and i started to cry again. i pull out my phone texting him, requesting his presence. moments later i hear a light knock on my door.

“come in.” i say sniffling.

“are you okay?” he asks standing in the door. i shake my head looking down at my hands sitting in my lap.

“hey y/n it’s gonna be okay, we’re here for you.” he says.

“can you come in here?” i ask and he does so shutting the door behind him.

“mark is asleep, i wanted to stay up in case you needed something.” he says walking over and sitting on the floor next to me.

“mack you can sit on the bed, it’s big enough for the both of us.” i giggle lightly.

“i wasn’t sure if you wanted me to.”he says standing up and walking around to sit on the bed with me. i lean back up against my headboard, still allowing slow falling tears. i sniffle loudly, not wanting my nose to run, causing him to look at me and frown.

“y/n.” he says leaning closer and wiping my tears away.

“what?” i ask frowning at him.

“you don’t need to cry, he was an asshole.” he laughs not breaking eye contact.

“yeah but-“

“no buts, he’s not worth your tears.”

“okay,” i say leaning my head on his shoulder as i try to fall sleep.

“you deserve so much better, i hope you see that one day.” i hear him whisper and kiss me on the head as i begin to slip into a peaceful sleep.

‘love each other for the rest of your lives’?

-

summer 2020

quarantine hasn’t been so bad with mark having all his friends over to keep us company.

“hey hey y/n.” mark asks as im about to walk inside.

“can you grab me a drink?” he says.

“yeah.” i say grabbing one from the cooler. i feel eyes staring at me, intensely.

“thanks.” he says taking the drink from me and i return to my chair next to mackie. i lay on my stomach, resting my chin on my forearms shutting my eyes.

“shut up.” i here mackie whisper in a stern tone, the other boys laughing.

“huh?” i say sitting up, clearly having fallen asleep.

“well how was your nap?” mackie asks as i roll onto my back.

“it was great.” i smile at him ignoring the snickering boys behind him. my cheeks burned red as id developed strong feelings since that night i feel asleep on his shoulder and was flustered by his care for my nap.

“i’m glad.” he says returning the smile. after a few hours of laying out in the sun, i make my way inside and sit at the kitchen island after making a sandwich.

“shut the fuck up, please like actually.” i hear mackie say from outside with the boys laughing. shortly after i hear the door open and shut and im greeted by none other than mack himself.

“hey mack, what’s up?”

“they’re driving me insane because gosh dare i look in your direction.” he smirks shaking his head.

“that’s stupid i’m sorry.” i laugh.

“like sorry im enjoying the view.”

“oh?”

“well since i said that, you look great y/n.”

“well thank you.” i blush hiding my cheeks with my hands as my elbows rested on the counter.

“yeah of course, i’m just telling the truth, you look amazing.” he says taking the other half of my sandwich and heading back to the door.

“hey hey no come back here with that.” i say and he pauses, taking steps backwards.

“so you weren’t gonna ask me first?”

“nope.” he smiles.

“we’re splitting it.” i say firmly.

“you have a whole other half.”

“mackie i made a full sandwich because im hungry for a whole sandwich.” i laugh.

“fine.” he says hopping up on the counter next to where i’m sitting, he takes a bite and hands it to me.

“thank you.” i smiled at him flirtatiously taking a bite directly off the part he just ate off of, his face slightly turning rose.

“always gotta share with my favorite estapa.” he smirks.

“favorite?” i raise my eyebrows at him.

“don’t tell mark.” he winks, taking the sandwich back and having another bite, the tension in the room rising.

“i won’t.” i blush as he holds out his pinky for mine to latch onto.

“you gonna come back out with us?” he asks me, handing the last bite back to me.

“honestly no i’m pretty exhausted from the sun.”

“okay i won’t either, think ‘m gonna shower and change. all the guys are probably gonna go out on the boat.”

“you don’t wanna go with them?”

“nah not really, the sun really does suck the life out of you.” he says in an odd tone.

“well i’m gonna go get cleaned up, i will see you in a bit.” i say standing up and pushing my chair in.

“alright me too.” he says hopping down from the counter.

“if you need anything i’ll be in my room.” i say to him as i make my way up the stairs.

“perfect.” he smiles and exits the room. i’d consider that an invitation accepted. i shower and change, melting into the comfort of my bed, hearing the familiar knock.

“come in.” i say, as per usual.

“whatcha doin?” he asks coming in and shutting the door behind him.

“oh i just finished drying my hair about to watch something.” i laugh switching on my tv.

“so what are we watching?” he asks laying down leaning up on his elbow still shirtless but in running shorts, making it hard for me to focus.

“whatever you wanna watch.” i smile and look at him nervously.

“just put on the office or something.” he says.

“but you’ve watched it a million times.”

“yeah well i figured you’d wanna talk so id be able to pay full attention to you.”

“oh okay.” i blush not knowing how to act. after a while of a little small talk, i grew cold at the temperature in the room, goosebumps littering my skin.

“c’mere.” i hear mackie whisper as he pulls me to his chest, heat radiating off of him.

“thank you.”

“yeah of course, i could tell you were cold.” he giggles, running his warm hand up and down my arm, rubbing away the goosebumps.

“you’re so warm how?” i laugh.

“not really sure honestly.” he replies smiling, i roll over to face him.

“like a teddy bear.” i smile.

“your teddy bear only though, got it?” he laughs.

“got it.” i giggle as he places his chin on top of my head and sighs.

“why are you sighing?” i ask, wrapping my arm around his torso.

“oh nothing, don’t worry.” he says as his grin on me becomes firmer.

“oh……. okay.” i say shutting my eyes inhaling his sweet masculine scent, wishing this moment could last forever.

“i wonder where the guys are at.” i say after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“not sure.” he says simply.

“are you okay?” i ask pulling my head from under his chin to look at him.

“perfectly.” he smiles, pressing a light kiss to my forehead, burning my cheeks red.

“just had to make sure you were good, it’s not like you to not be with them.”

“well, guess i just needed time away from the chaos, time to myself. needed some peace.”

“well you’re not by yourself.”

“i know,” he laughs, “i needed some peace and that’s what i feel when i’m alone with you.”

“oh.” i smile lightly placing my head back under his chin.

‘love each other for the rest of our lives…….’?

-

2021

my feelings for mackie only grew daily after that pool day with all the boys. i practically melt into the floor every time he even speaks to me, which is often. my family and i sat on the couch, watching the draft. several of mark’s teammates were being drafted and we all wanted to support them, mackie being one. it sparked fear in me, the idea of him being whisped away from me.

“the florida panthers are proud to select, from the chicago steel of the ushl, mackie samoskevich.” the man announced as we all jumped for joy, or at least most of us. i was devastated. that’s like an 18 hour drive.

“he’s coming over later tonight so we gotta make him dinner or something. he said he wants to see you guys.” mark says, filling me with anxiety. i get to see him today. as we all quickly scrambled to throw together a meal for him, my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. when is the last time im gonna see him? after an hour or so, the doorbell rings and i sprint to go answer it. i open the door to mackie, dressed still in his hat and jersey.

“hey.” he says smiling at me.

“oh my god i’m so proud of you.” i say practically knocking him over in a hug. he lifts me up off the ground hugging me tightly before setting me down and entering the household, guiding me back in by the small of my back, covering my body in goosebumps at the light touch.

“hey mister draftee.” my mom shouts walking over to hug him, mark following suit.

“we made you dinner.” mark says turning him to the kitchen.

“you guys didn’t have to, thank you so much.” he says smiling gratefully. we sat next to each other at the table as he told us everything about his day. it was exciting and packed full of interviews. i just wish he could stay. once we were done with dinner, i put my plate in the dishwasher and found my way up into my room, barely being able to stand being around him. shortly after, hearing light knocks on my door.

“come in.” i say as the door reveals a lone mackie, shutting the door behind him.

“why’d you come hide out?” he says sitting on the edge of my bed.

“because i couldn’t be down there anymore.” i say keeping my voice from waivering too much.

“why not?” he asks with a concerning tone.

“i’m so happy for you, please understand that but i don’t want you to go mackie, i don’t want you to leave.” i say allowing a single tear to fall.

“oh y/n/n, it’s okay. it won’t be for at least another year or two.” he says reassuringly.

“i know but it’s still gonna happen.” i say using my sleeves to wipe my tears.

“hey no don’t cry, it’s okay. c’mere.” he says as we meet in the middle, hugging into each other tightly, only making me cry more. he held me until i calmed down, rubbing my back soothingly. once we break apart, he removes his hat, placing it on my head.

“keep it, it looks amazing on you.” he smiles as he adjusts it to fit me.

“thank you.” i say quietly, our faces inches apart.

“of course.” he smiles, closing the gap between us, connecting our lips sweetly. eventually, we separate, his hand cupping my cheek.

“i’m not going anywhere, you’ll always have me.” he says as i place my hand back on top of his.

“promise?” i say, my eyes glimmering with hope.

“promise.” he says kissing me again. somehow instinctively, i lay back allowing him to deepen the kiss. i remove the hat from my head, tossing it to the floor as my hands find their way around his shoulders, keeping him close to me. allowing myself to let loose and give into his touch, removing our clothes one piece at a time, never wanting to separate our lips that seemed to be made for each other.

“don’t stop please.” i say as we break apart for a moment, locking eyes.

“are you sure?”

“yes i’m sure.”

“whatever you want.” he smiles reconnecting our lips, fireworks setting off in my stomach. i was nervous beyond belief but i knew i could trust him. his lips trailing down my jaw to my neck, peppering my exposed skin with kisses, his hands holding me gently as though i was made of glass, allowing myself to relax into his touch and trust his guidance into something i had never experienced.

-

my first time having sex was with the boy i’ve loved since i was a little girl and i couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“how are you feeling, do you need anything?” he asks as i trace shapes on his bare chest.

“i’m okay thank you though.” i reply and he kisses me on the head.

“of course.”

“i need to-“

“woah and just where do you think you’re going?” he asks grabbing onto my hand.

“i was gonna go check the pantry.”

“baby no, come back here, i’ll order us some doordash later okay?”

“okay.” i say, crawling back into his grasp.

“can you stay over tonight? well i mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to but i kinda would like you to.” i ask running my fingers through his dark hair.

“yeah of course i can, let me text my mom. and yes i do want to.” he says grabbing his phone off the night stand, ignoring the texts from mark and all his friends and family.

“you should answer them.” i say.

“i’ll get around to it later, all i care about right now is being here with you.” he says texting his mother, then setting his phone down on dnd.

“oh, okay.” i say blushing, looking away from his face.

“are you going to regret this tomorrow?” i ask out of the blue and he looks down at me like i just said the most outlandish thing ever.

“baby no, of course not. it was so special how could i ever regret having sex with you. it was so intimate and beautiful, especially since it was your first time, i’m glad it was me so i could make sure you had a good experience.” he explains, my heart fluttering at his words.

“okay, thank you for reassuring me.”

“always.” he says kissing me lightly on the lips.

“and it was more than good mackie, you’re absolutely fucking amazing and also very beautiful. i’ve never felt so connected to someone, no pun intended.” i say giggling at the end.

“you may not have been my first but god damn you were the best, so so beautiful baby.” he says smiling and littering my neck with light kisses as my fingers find my way back into his soft curls.

“i never want you to leave mackie.”

“honestly, i’m starting to question it myself too.” he smiles and we laugh as his thumb brushes my side lightly, his grip on me sending butterflies through my whole body.

‘love each other for the rest of our lives.’

-

may 2023

it was the morning of mackie leaving for development camp in florida and i’m devastated. we never made anything official but we were always together for the last two years. attached at the hip, so hopelessly in love with him.

“i’m coming over in a few, i already have all my stuff packed.” he says over the phone while i get dressed.

“okay, how long does it take to get to the airport?” i ask him.

“like an hour probably.” he replies.

“okay ill see you in a few mack.”

“alright bye.” he says hanging up. i wish i could just tell him how i feel but i can’t. a few minutes later hearing my front door open. i spray on my perfume and bolt down the stairs.

“mackie!” i say hugging him.

“hey y/n.” he says returning the hug.

“are you ready to go?”

“oh uh, my flight is actually tomorrow. i wanted to spend the day here before i left.” he says.

“i’m the only one here though? mark is at his girlfriends.” i say.

“maybe that’s because i wanted to come spend the day with you.” he smiles pushing his suitcase handle down.

“really?”

“yes.” he laughs.

“oh thank you.” i say hugging him again.

“wanted to come spend my last day in michigan with my favorite girl.” he says rubbing his thumb over my cheekbone. i hold onto his hand as he guides me up the stairs back into my room. he lays down on my bed opening his arms for me to lay with him, which i quickly do.

“i wish you didn’t have to leave.” i say quietly.

“i know, but i need to.”

“promise you won’t forget about me?”

“no, i could never forget about you. i’ll fly you down to come see me whenever you want okay?” he says brushing hair out of my face.

“are you sure? i don’t want to hold you back.” i reply.

“you would not be holding me back, i am not looking for anyone okay. no one can replace you.” he mumbles into my hair kissing me.

“mackie.”

“y/n.”

“i’m gonna miss you so much.” i say skipping over what i was going to say.

“i’m gonna miss you more sweet girl.” he says smiling kissing me. after a good night together, we wake up bright and early to take him to the airport.

“mackie.” i say softly shaking him awake.

“what?” he groans.

“it’s time to go to the airport.” i say whispering kissing him on the shoulder.

“let me put a shirt on.” he says sitting up and stretching, his raspy morning voice driving me insane.

“all your stuff is downstairs ready to go.” i say sliding on a pair of shorts.

“let’s go.” he says exiting my room. we get into the car and i put in the directions.

“so are you excited?” i ask him.

“i am excited but im sad to leave here.” he sighs.

“why?”

“because i’m leaving my whole life behind, my friends, and you.” he says sliding his hand into my thigh and resting it there

“well this is gonna be good for you okay? we’ll all still be here.”

“i know but i can’t just pull up to your house to see you now.” he laughs.

“true true.” i reply, the rest of the car ride goes smoothly and we arrive at the airport. we park and i go in with him, not quite ready to leave his side.

“well this is where i have to leave you.” he laughs looking up at security check in.

“bye mack.”

“bye baby.” he says hugging me tightly, kissing me on the head and then the lips after pulling away.

“i’ll see you soon okay?” he says holding my cheeks in his hands.

“okay.” i smile weakly. he kisses me lightly on the forehead one last time before turning away and walking into security. i stand there and watch his license get checked and boarding pass scanned before he disappears into security.

“i love you mackie.” i whisper to myself before exiting the airport and walking back to his car that he is so graciously letting me borrow. i shut the door and sat in the car in silence, admiring the way it still smelled like his cologne and the way he left a bracelet wrapped around the gear shift. i remove it and place it on my wrist, slightly dangling at the size difference but still i admired it. i turned the car on and made my way back home, pulling into my driveway.

“glad you made it home safe, how’s his car?” my mom asks.

“oh it’s great.” i smile.

“don’t worry babe, you’ll see him soon.” she smiles hugging me.

“hopefully.” i smile making my way upstairs.

“mark?” i ask knocking on his door lightly, mackie having been dropped off two hours ago.

“come in.” he replies.

“hey.” i say, tears filling my eyes.

“what’s up?” he asks setting his controller down.

“can i uh, can i talk to you?”

“yeah of course. what’s up?” he says a tear exiting my eye.

“please don’t be mad when i tell you this.”

“y/n don’t cry, whatever it is i can’t possibly mad at you for.” he admits, his voice calming me down. in recent years he’d become a much kinder older brother.

“i love mackie. like love love him and i don’t want you to be mad at me, which im sure you will but please you have to understand.” i say to him which he starts laughing.

“why are you laughing?”

“you think i didn’t already know that you love him?” he asks.

“well….. no.”

“oh y/n come here.” he says opening his arms and hugging me.

“i’ve known you loved him for years, i’ve been watching it unfold.” he says.

“so you aren’t mad?” i say pulling away.

“no of course i’m not. you’re my sister and he’s my best friend. i want you guys to be happy, and if you’re happy together then i have no complaints.” he laughs.

“i did not expect this.” i laugh wiping my tears.

“the real question is, have you told him yet?” he asks genuinely.

“i haven’t, he’s gone now.”

“well why don’t you go see him at the start of the season? i don’t want you to keep it from him y/n/n.”

“i’ll talk to mom.”

“she’ll say yes.”

“how do you know?”

“you really think her and i haven’t talked about you two?”

“oh.” i reply slightly embarrassed, “well thank you for the talk, i love you.”

“i love you too.” he replies, we never speak to each other this way but it felt right after the talk we just had. our relationship steadily improving by the day.

-

october 2023

the first game of the preseason is in one day and my mom is flying me down to see him play.

“have a safe flight hun, text me when you land.” my mom says as i hang up and board my flight. i tell mackie i have a lab exam so he doesn’t get suspicious as to why i don’t answer for 3 hours. once i land, i uber to my hotel, anxiously waiting for it to be the next day, going to bed extra early even.

“meet your 23 florida panthers at our pregame meet and greet and arrival.” i read the tweet aloud to myself. i put on his hat from the draft and the crewneck i ordered a few weeks ago and head out of my hotel room to the location of the event, keeping my head low. as the event begins the players all enter the fenced area to greet anxious fans, when i see mackie walk out i practically fall to the floor. slowly, i approach him as he’s talking to a teammate.

“hey what do you- oh my god.” he says as i look up and he gets a good look at me.

“hi mack.” i smile as he picks me up in a hug like he hasn’t seen me in years.

“hi y/n.” he smiles, interlocking our fingers and finding a less populated area.

“i’m so happy you’re here.”

“me too, i booked my trip literally two days ago.” i laugh.

“you’re too good to me.” he says.

“i have something i need to tell you and i feel like now is the best time since you have a game in a few hours.” i say holding my breath.

“yeah what is it? did you pass your exam?”

“i didn’t take one dumbass.” i laugh and his gaze never faulters.

“i love you mack. like so much, and i’ve been keeping this from you for so long because i didn’t know how you would react.” i finally confess. barely catching him off guard.

“oh you’re fucking incredible y/n i love you more baby, so much more.” he simply replies kissing me sweetly, allowing the moment to dwindle as long as possible.

“let’s go say hey to the kids yeah?” he asks grabbing onto my hand again. my face showing how shocked i am at his reaction or lack there of.

“yeah ok, are all the girlfriends and wives here too, i need to have someone to sit with.” i ask snapping back into reality.

“yeah they’re here, and now i have mine.”

“yours?”

“baby, you’ve been all mine since my draft day, at least to me you have been. i didn’t look at another woman the way i look at you, i didn’t even entertain anyone, i was just too scared to ask you out because of mark.” he laughs.

“mack he knows i love you, i told him first and well let’s just say he’s known for years.”

“well i mean it all works out right.” he smiles.

“yeah it does. it feels good to be yours.”

“same he- hey buddy what’s up.” he says holding out his fist for a small fan.

“you’re my favorite player ever!” the little boy confesses sporting a michigan hockey tshirt.

“thank you buddy.” he says squatting down for a picture with the young fan. he has small talk with his parents before they move onto the next.

“you’re so precious.” i whisper in his ear.

“well it helps because i’m happy you’re here with me.” he replies kissing me on the cheek.

-

present

“baby?” mackie yells walking in the door with his bag of gear.

“in here,” i replied from the bedroom. mackie and i made it official that day in october and ive been doing most of my school online.

“how’d you do on your exam?” he asks walking in, my eyes directing towards is damp, dark curls.

“i got an 87, so better than i thought.” i smiled.

“good i’m glad.” he says walking over and kissing me on the head and taking a seat next to me.

“i bought your christmas gift today.” he smiles.

“oh did you?”

“i sure did.”

“what’d you get me?”

“and that’s the question where i stop answering.” he laughs.

“damnit.” i reply.

“let’s go watch a movie baby.” he says shutting my laptop, and picking me up off the bed.

“didn’t even give me a chance to answer.”

“it wasn’t a question.” he laughs tossing me on the couch and climbing over me, laying his head on my chest, my fingers instinctively finding their way into his dark locks.

“you know what my mom told me at one of your games when we were little?” i say breaking the focus from the movie.

“no what’d she say?” he asks.

“i still remember her exact words, ‘you two will love each other for the rest of your lives babydoll’.”

“she said that?” he asks sitting up

“yes, i’ve loved you since i was 8 mackie. she was right and i never wanted to admit it to myself until that night of the draft but i never told you, i was too scared you wouldn’t feel the same.”

“would it kill you to say i’ve loved you since then too.” he laughs.

“no shot.”

“yep you heard me, since i was 9 years old. and draft night really confirmed it for me too, i waited patiently. and that one pool day, where we shared the sandwich? i was falling for you so hard y/n, like you don’t even understand.”

“wait really?” i giggle.

“yes oh my god, i didn’t wanna leave your bed or you. i just wanted to lay there together. i never wanted the boys to come back.” he laughs.

“how did it take us this long to get here?” i ask.

“it doesn’t matter how long it took, what matters is that we’re here, together, now, and i wouldn’t change a thing about it.” he smiles.

“what do you see in our future?” i ask him.

“well, getting married to you has been on my mind since i was like 13 but now that we’re adults that can actually happen.”

“oh really?” i laugh.

“yep, and we can start a family and buy a house and get a dog.”

“we could.” i smile at him pausing briefly, “i love you mackie.”

“i love you more.” he replies kissing me deeply.

and it turns out mom was right, we do love each other, and definitely for the rest of our lives.

[jasondeansgothwife]

lawlight fic rec list

so i’m gonna do a series of these, starting with my favorite death note ship! make sure to pay attention to all warnings on these fics. enjoy! if you have a ship you’d like me to make a rec list for, please just send me an ask! i don’t want to be obnoxious, and i’m not saying they’re good, but i (slackjawbitch on ao3) have some lawlight fics up!

♡ = a favorite of kitty’s

angst

♡ 1. i’m drowning; please save me: L looks at Yagami Light and drowns. There is no other way to put it. As the days pass and blend into weeks, L looks at Yagami Light sitting next to him, the harsh lines of his face creased and determined, and he swallows water.

L looks at Yagami Light and he cannot breathe.

great characterization, always makes me very emo, and is probably a pretty major influence on my writing. one shot. 1,817 words.

2. always waiting for you just to cut to the bone: And then, breaking through the pounding in his head he hears what would be the last words out of that wretched man’s lips.

“I love you.”

fic for teh death note drama (2016) canon! title is unfortunately from a t*ylor sw*ft song (/silly) but this fic is so good and sad.

3. Our Bodies, Possessed By Light: L. Lawliet is a gifted photographer who believes he has understood the light and its secrets. Light Yagami is a young, unstable and slightly crooked model. Together, they kill time.

modeling and photography au. make sure to read all teh tags and warnings for this one; there’s nothing gross, but some potentially triggering subjects for some people are in here. multi chapter. 81,218 words.

4. Hearts and Spades: Which would you choose? Love or death? RaitoL, slight AU.

short but sweet piece featuring that classic fanfiction dot net era vibe, an emo-ass playing card metaphor (/pos), and a recounting of l’s death scene that made me sad over him all over again (also /pos). and also light being obnoxious, but it’s death note, so that’s usually a given, lol. one shot. 1,801 words.

5. Not Quite Drowning: Sometimes Light ponders happiness. L/Light

a short lawlight and light character study. i like it a lot, and i don’t usually like light, so that should tell you something about how well i think it’s written! one shot. 424 words.

♡ 6. Water, water, water: In the bath, they forget they’re a detective and a suspect; they remove these identities along with their clothes, layer by layer until there are only the handcuffs left. And them; facing the other in the eerie calmness of their bathroom.

At least, it’s how Light sees it.

i really love this one! make sure to read teh tags, as eating disorders and drugs are mentioned, for example. angst with a happy ending! one shot. 3,504 words.

fluff

1. Silver Bells: Silver bells...silver bells...

They’ve made it. Everything is okay now, when they’re dancing in the candlelight.

really, really cute! i recommend it as a palate cleanser to make you feel better after reading a sad one, lol. one shot. 1,255 words.

♡ 2. New Year’s Eve: "I've seen fireworks before," he says. "This is... so much... more."

just a cute little new year’s eve lawlight fireworks show! this one is also from 2009 which is kinda cool to me, haha. i like this author’s descriptive language a lot. one shot. 507 words.

♡ 3. Do Gay Penguins Go to Hell?: Too many New Year snacks bring about a family discussion between L, Raito and their daughter about healthy diet, common sayings and nature of good and evil. And gay penguins, of course. AU

a really darling kid fic, based on teh stupid, homophobic controversy over that adorable kids’ book about teh gay penguin couple. one shot. 3,791 words.

4. A Feeling: It's LxLight fluff! This takes place after Light was confined and lost his memories, chained to L. : D SO YUS. SOME FLUFF FOR YAH D: Hope you leik it :D

very cute “l and light cuddle and kiss” fic, written by a scene kid in 2008, which is extra points with me! one shot. 1,006 words.

alright! i will add to this rec list as i find more fics, and i would love it if people would send in their favorite lawlight fics!

[hungharrington]

PLSSS MENACE!STEVE WHO’S ALWAYS TRYING TO BITE YOU OR PLAYING THAT HE WILL BITE YOU RJGJFKDKDIDJFK

menace!bf steve is actually my favourite ever steve. i want him so bad and if u send me menace bf steve ANYTHING i’ll give u a piece of my soul <3 sfw, gn!reader :D

“You want one?”

The fry hangs from your fingers, flopping over in all its greasy goodness. You wiggle it in front of Steve’s face temptingly. He’s forgone fries this time — a mistake — and has been greedily eyeing up the bunch on your plate since your food arrived.

Steve squints at you like he wonders if it’s a trick. It’s not— you really are just a sucker for your boyfriend. When he realises it, a fond smile pulls on his mouth.

“Thanks, baby.” He says. Then he leans forwards and snaps this teeth around it with a chomp, just barely missing your fingers. You jump a little in surprise but the expression on your face is playfully aghast.

“Steve—” You begin to chastise but his hand is swooping out to capture your retreating hand. His fingers wrap around your wrist and tug your hand back to his mouth.

“Y’still got some of my fry—” He nips at your fingers and you squeal, releasing the last of the squished up potato and Steve catches it easily.

Only, he still doesn’t release your hand, instead beginning to gnaw along your finger— so soft it tickles. He plays it up, eyes closed as he pretends to moan and groan appreciatively at the good food. You laugh at his ridiculous antics and try wriggle out of his grip. You’re pretty sure half his bites are kisses.

“That’s not a fry, you doofus, that’s my finger!”

Steve stops his nibbling and pretends to look shocked as he finally looks up at you. One of his curls have flopped over his forehead and the neon lights of the diner reflect in his hazel eyes as they shine at you playfully.

“Really?” He asks, not at all serious. “Then why is it so yummy?”

He dives back in without waiting for an answer, this time his little bites trailing up your arm as fast he can. It’s wet and a bit gross and you can’t believe how much you love it. You shriek and bat him off, your delighted grin giving you away completely.

Steve finally lets your wrist go, pretending to pout in disappointment— his smile makes it waver too much to be anywhere near convincing.

You barely get a moment to calm down, giggles barely tittering off before Steve’s perking up again, his eyes fixed on your plate.

“Can I have another fry, please?”

And, well, you just can’t say no to him.

[thoughtsforsoob]

Hiii!I hope that you're doing well!

Can you please write smth about Soobin taking care of you on your period + cuddles at the end?

He looks so soft and cuddly.I just want to squish him so badly.I just want him to hug me to sleep when I am dying due to cramps.

Have a nice day/night<3

a/n: hello anon! thank you for sending this request! im sorry it has taken me so long to get to you but here you go! please enjoy and as always, inbox is open!

soobie is always serious when it comes to your periods. he goes out of his way to make sure you're comfortable and have everything you want and need. he hates when you get embaressed to ask him for things like pads or even snakcs that you're craving because he wants you to feel comfrtable with him. he gives you a pouts when you hesitate to ask him for something and he finally makes you cave and ask for said thing. anyways...

last night, the two of you had a sleep over. soobin had came straight to you apartment after his schedules and you two spent some much needed time together. you watch movies, did face masks, made popcorn and cookies. all the goos stuff you two loved doing together. everything was fine and dandy until the next moring...

you had woken up before soobin and immediately, you knew something was off. your eyes go wide when you realize what's just happened to you. you pull up the blankets and discover evidence your suspicion. there was a small stain of blood on the sheets surrounding your lower half. you started to panic, hoping soobin wouldn't wake up and see the mess you've made. you were thinking he would be disgusted but in the back of your mind, you knew he wouldn't. he would understand.

you try to slip out of bed but obviously, soobin immediately notices what you;re doing and pulls you closer. poor baby was still tired and half asleep so he had no idea why you were trying to get out of bed. "soob? please? i have to go do something." you whine and gently place a kiss on his forehead. he groans and doesn;t let you go, only pulling you closer. "whats wrong hmm? what do you have to do that's more important than my cuddles." he pouts at you with that sleepy look in his eyes still. you think about lying to him but it wouldn't have worked. he would've seen right through you. so, you build up the courage to tell him straightforward. "soobie, i got my period. i kind stained my sheets a little too. it's okay if you wanna get out of bed now. im sorry. it's gross-" he cuts you off with a peck on your lips.

"you're so silly, baby. what do you mean 'gross'? you know i would never think that's gross. it happens. now lets go clean you up and throw these sheets in the wash. okay? im here. you can talk to me. depend on me." soobin smiled at you, his doughy cheeks forming his dimples. you almost reach over to take a bite of his cheek. "you're the sweetest, soob. thank you for not making me feel weird about this."

afterwards, he makes sure you get into a warm shower and let's you have some privacy while you shower. he goes back into the bedroom and takes off the sheet, taking it to your washer and throwing it inside, as well as a towel in the dryer for when you get out of the shower. he grabs a new set of sheets and puts them onto your bed. once he was done, you were finsiing up in the shower so he starts his plan to absolutely baby you the rest of the day. he grabs the warm towel from the dryer and goes to give it to you.

you were happy to see him passing you a warm towel and he even wraps you up and gets you dressed in some plush pjamas you loved. he laughed at the little sleep sheeps printed on them but you didn;t care, they were cute! he suprises you by picking you up off your feet and carrying you all the way back to your bed, that now had fresh sheets. he smiles when he sees the wide eyes you havve due to the changed sheets. "soobie, you did all this? i could've done it myself-" you were cut off by a shot of pain erupting in your tummy. you practiculy cave in and roll into a ball on the bed. soobin frowns, seeing the cramps begining to kick in. "ill be back bubbie. let me get you your pills for those horrible cramps. okay?" you nod up to him and he runs off, coming back in record time with water, your pills, and something to nibble on before and after your pill so you don't feel sick.

once you've taken your pills for the pain, soobin puts your water on the beside table and get's into bed behind you. he pulls you close into his chest and holds you tight. of couse, he also asks if it's okay you rub your belly a bit. "well, if you let me, my hands are kinda warm. maybe some tummy rubs can help?" he learned this from huening, of course, who would rub his hyungs tummy as a joke and when he needed some comfort. if you allow him, he put his big hands on your tummy and rubs away, gently.

overall, he works endlessly to assure your comfort, going to whatever lengths it takes to make sure you're happy and not in too much pain.

[fanfictionstuff]

Curiosity Chapter 3

Niko Ikki x Reader

Quick warning this chapter is pure smut

I’m just learning to write smut. I don’t know how I ended up with 2700+ words of smut but I did. But I don’t know if it’s good, so please let me know.

Everyone is of legal age

He remains unfazed as your fingers graze the waistband of his boxers. "Ikki?" You steal a glance at the front of his boxers before looking back at him. It's been on your mind for a while now, ever since that chat with your friends. It seems like every girl in your grade talks about it constantly. Maybe it's always been happening, and you just never noticed. Your hand pauses in the middle of his waistband, and he gives a quick nod. You gently run your fingers over the clothed bulge, surprised by its warmth. Ikki sucks in a sharp breath. "Are you okay? Is it uncomfortable?" He shakes his head quickly. "Sorry, I didn't expect it to feel like that." His face turns red as he whispers. You tilt your head, feeling confused. "Is it bad?" He lets out a huff and shoots you a glare. When you laugh, he rolls his eyes. "You can't resist making jokes even with your hand on my dick."

"Ikki—oh." You can feel it not just hardening through his boxers but also growing. Your gaze returns to his lap as your fingers gently trace along him.

"Can I..." You tentatively reach for the waistband of his boxers, unsure of how he feels about this. You didn't explicitly discuss what you meant when you asked to touch him. You don't want to make him feel uncomfortable or cross any boundaries. "Yeah, okay," he responds with a nod, understanding your hesitation.

With a deep breath, Ikki exhales shakily as your hand slips under the waistband of his boxers. He looks down at you intently, observing your every move. He can feel anxiety creeping in when you don't say anything - what if you think it's disgusting?

"Is this okay?" You ask softly, still unsure if he's comfortable with this. You don't want to push him too far.

Ikki nods, his cheeks flushed. "Yeah, it feels good." He admits, his voice slightly strained.

"You're bigger than I had imagined," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as your fingers curl around him. A hint of awe laces your tone. "Y-you imagined it?" comes his surprised response, eyes widening in disbelief.

Ikki's eyes flutter closed as you continue to explore him with your hand. He's never been touched like this before, and it's sending shivers down his spine. He can feel himself getting harder.

"Yeah. When my friends brought it up, you were the first person who came to mind. So…" I've been picturing you the entire time. It's explicit yet unspoken. His skin feels incredibly soft in your grip, "I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it's even better than anything I could have imagined." You whisper as your thumb glides along his tip. Ikki groans softly, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing heavily against your neck. "Is this more sensitive?" you ask, gliding your thumb over it again. A little precum oozes out the more you touch him.

You not only wanted to touch him but also to see him. "Ikki," you say, tugging at his boxers as a subtle hint for him to remove them. He complies by raising his hips and pulling them off, revealing a decently sized and well-proportioned penis that is a pleasant shade of pink. It's nothing like the massive and intimidating ones you've seen in online videos. "It even looks better than I imagined it would," you comment, giving it a gentle squeeze. The ones you've seen online were so gross-looking. "And it's so soft and warm." Ikki groans in response to your casual words, clearly enjoying your touch just as much as you are enjoying touching him. "Ikki, what do I do? I don't want to hurt you," you question, a hint of concern creeping into your voice.

Ikki opens his eyes and looks at you tenderly. "You won't hurt me," he reassures you, placing his hand over yours once again. He guides you at the right pace

and pressure, showing you how to pleasure him.

After a moment, he releases your hand and lets you continue on your own. Yet, to his displeasure, you pause, merely gripping the top and brushing your thumb over the tip. Although he wants to voice a complaint, he refrains. He knows he has no right to dictate your actions; you're simply exploring out of curiosity.

"Ikki?"

"Yes?"

"Can I use my mouth?"

His head snaps away from your shoulder as if jolted back to reality. "What?" he asks, surprise evident in his voice. You let out a nervous laugh, "I guess that's a no?" feeling embarrassment wash over you. Crap, did I cross the line? But you're so curious, and the desire to explore your best friend's body is a tempting thought that lingers in your mind. It was probably a weird thing to even ask. _____, you idiot.

His answer comes out in a whisper. "Are you sure?"

The words snap you out of your self-scolding, and you nod, tugging at his shirt. "Yes, I'm sure. If it's okay." Taking the hint, he removes the shirt. "Lay back." You push him against the bed, running your hands along his chest. With him lying comfortably on his back, you turn your focus back to pleasing him. Lowering your head, you bring your tongue out to press it flat against the head of his cock.

"Huh." You stare inquisitively. Honestly, you were a bit nervous it would taste disgusting.

“…_____?” He positions himself on his elbows, staring at you cautiously.

"Ikki, it doesn't taste bad."

With a groan, he drops back to the bed. "You can't just say that!"

"Well, it doesn't." You huff.

As he tries to answer, you press your tongue against the head again. Any words he was about to say turned into a low moan instead.

Deciding to stop teasing your best friend, you focus back on the task at hand, leaning down to slide your tongue along the smooth length of his shaft, savoring the salty taste of him that fills your senses. With gentle pressure, you take the tip into your mouth and suck softly, using your hand to caress and massage his balls. The feeling of him in your mouth is intoxicating as you carefully lower your head, ensuring not to graze him with your teeth as you continue to pleasure him. Your hand works in tandem with your mouth, exploring every inch of him that can't fit comfortably between your lips.

A low growl escapes his lips as he grasps a handful of your hair, urging you on. You moan at the sensation but notice that he is in control enough not to pull too hard and cause pain. His body tenses beneath you, and you can feel him twitching as he nears climax. With a gasp, he calls out for you to stop, "___, ___, stop," his voice strained with pleasure. He pulls your hair gently to guide you away and sits up quickly, reaching for a tissue on his left. A deep sigh escapes his lips as he releases into the tissue, leaving you both gasping for air.

"Is that why you keep tissues by the bed." you tease as he throws away the tissue and pulls on his boxers. "What? No! I keep tissues by the bed because someone usually needs one for their nose just before they drift off to sleep."

You shrug. "So, that was fun."

He sighs, shaking his head at your ridiculousness before resting his head on your shoulder. "_____?”

"Yeah?"

His hand slips under your shirt, sliding it along your thigh until he reaches the waistband of your underwear. "Can I?" he repeats your earlier question. "You don't have to; I wasn't expecting it." You shrug casually, pretending it doesn't matter. Although you might have hoped for his interest, you want to clarify he isn't obligated. "Stop it," he cautions as he shifts over you. "I didn't say, 'Do I have to?' I said, 'Can I?' which means I want to go down on you—so, can I?"

Your face burns at his blunt words. "Ikki! What happened to my cute best friend?"

"I have to be the blunt best friend when you skirt around answering me." He huffs, pinching your waist.

"Are you really sure?" You've listened to friends discuss it, hearing many guys prefer receiving over giving. He smiles at you. "You're interested in my body; why wouldn't I be interested in yours?"

"Are you sure?"

Though you can't see it, you know it's rolling his eyes. "Yes, can I take this off?" He tugs at your shirt. "Oh right, yeah. I'll do it." You sit up and pull the shirt over your head, instinctively covering your breasts with your arms once it's off. His face burns red as he waits calmly for you. "Are you okay?" He whispers, gently running his fingers on your hips. You nod, dropping your arms. "Yes, I'm okay." He opens his mouth, like he wants to say something, but quickly snaps it shut and turns to stare across the room. You're confused. "Wait, what's wrong?" You glance down at your chest, "Is it really that bad?" you ask. "Bad?" He turns to meet your gaze. "Yeah, because you looked away and…." You shrug, reaching for your shirt, pretending his reaction doesn't sting a little. He snatches the shirt first, tossing it to the end of the bed. "Your body isn't bad; it'll never be." He wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "I don't know, Ikki; I feel like it'll get bad at some point." You lightly joke but feel Ikki shaking his head. "Never." After another gentle kiss on your head, he lightly nudges you back, gazing at your figure. "Your body is beautiful _____," he murmurs, gently pushing you back to lay on the bed.

His touch is gentle as he caresses your breast, but his hands don't linger there. They continue their journey downwards until they reach the waistband of your underwear. He tilts his head slightly to the left, allowing his hair to fall in front of his eyes. "Can I?" He asks, his fingers already slipping under the waistband. With your consent, he pulls them off and throws them aside; you're not even sure where they landed on the bed. Adjusting his position, Ikki spreads your legs wider for better access. The same curiosity that once consumed you now seems to consume him as he gently pulls your lower lips apart with his thumbs. You can't help but gasp at the sensation; even this small touch feels amazing. Before focusing on your lower body, Ikki looks up at you, ensuring you're still okay. His finger traces along your entrance, but then something else catches his attention - something he knows will bring you even more pleasure.

Ikki's finger trails down to your clit, gently swirling in small circles as your hips instinctively arch toward him. A smug grin spreads across his face as he enjoys your reactions to his touch. His thumb continues to brush against your swollen bundle of nerves while his index finger timidly explores your entrance. The heat between your legs intensifies as he slowly slips his finger inside of you, feeling the slickness and tightness of your walls. He teases you with short, shallow thrusts, eliciting soft moans from your lips. Pulling away, he rests his head on your knee and admires you before bringing his fingers to his lips. With a flick of his tongue, he savors the taste of you and smiles. "You taste even better than I imagined," he says grinning at you.

"Oh, shut up, we both know you didn't." You huff at his teasing of your previous words.

He shrugs, "You'd be surprised what I've imagined." he drops his head so his hair obscuring his eyes from your view. But then you feel something else, something warm and slick, pressing against your slit and sliding upwards until it reaches your clit. Your hand flies up to cover your mouth as a surprised moan escapes, the sound muffled by your palm. You hadn't anticipated the intense pleasure that washes over you as he flicks his tongue against your sensitive nub. The sensation causes your whole body to shudder, with your legs trembling slightly on either side of his head.

As he takes your clit into his warm mouth, a loud moan escapes from your lips. Your head falls back against the pillow as he sucks and creates a new, incredible sensation. "Ikki." You whine as your legs instinctively wrap around his shoulders, bringing him closer to you. You can feel his own moans vibrate against you in response. He then inserts one or two fingers inside you, but your mind is too consumed by pleasure even to register how many. Your hips lift off the bed as you reach down and grab a handful of his hair, eliciting another moan from him that you make a note of for future teasing. With your knees locked tightly around his head, you pull him even closer, almost grinding against his mouth in ecstasy.

As Ikki curls his fingers inside of you, the pressure builds, and you are pushed over the edge. You find yourself tugging on his hair, unable to control your reactions as both of you moan in pleasure. Your body begins to tremble uncontrollably as Ikki applies more pressure with his fingers, hitting just the right spot that has you seeing stars.

And then it happens. The wave crashes over you, sending you into a state of pure bliss. You cry out his name as your body spasms with pleasure, your hips bucking against his face as he continues to work through your orgasm; as the last wave of pleasure subsides, Ikki works on using his tongue to clean you up, causing you to whine and protest weakly: "Ikki, stop." You push his head away to avoid over-stimulation.

He lifts his head to stare into your eyes, licking the remnants of your orgasm still on his lips. "You really taste amazing."

Your breaths come in ragged gasps, and you feel like your heart might beat out of your chest. You push him away gently, trying to create some space between you. "You weirdo."

But Ikki remains close, only shifting slightly to rest on your stomach. "Ikki, are you alright?" You comb your fingers through his hair as you wait for a response. "Yes," he nods before burrowing back into your abdomen.

Once you've relaxed and regained your breath, you gently pull on Ikki's hair again. "Ikki, time to get up. I need to shower." He groans in reluctance but gets up. "You should clean up too," you say as you reach for your underwear, which was thrown just on the edge of the bed, along with your sleep shirt.

"I'll let you go first," he says, lying back on the bed. You nod and stand up, walking towards the shower across the hall from his room. Your legs feel a bit unsteady, but you manage to maintain your balance before Ikki notices. Glancing back, you see him covering his eyes with one arm as he lies on the bed.

You quickly hop into the shower without waiting for the water to adjust. It's a bit hotter than usual, but you don't mind as you lather up with your loofa. After rinsing off, you dry off and wrap yourself in a towel before returning to Ikki's room, realizing you forgot a change of clothes. Ikki watches your entrance with observant eyes but makes no remarks about your lack of attire. He simply gets up from the bed and heads to the bathroom to take his own shower.

When he returns, he's in a clean T-shirt and boxers. "Ikki?" His damp hair makes his bright teal eyes stand out even more.

"Yes?"

"You're totally into having your hair pulled." You tease.

He huffs, rolling his eyes. "If you say so."

As he sits beside you on the bed, everything feels normal again. Just two best friends hanging out, getting ready for bed. As you settle in the bed, covering yourselves with his blankets, Ikki calls your name. "So, did that satisfy your curiosity?" He questions carefully.

"Well…"

[literallyjustchi]

Akademiya Chronicles

Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Chi, and I am a seasoned writer. :3 I've written a full novel, 20 chapters, and 44k+ words. I'm here to give you quality writing (fanfics and not) that you don't often see here on Tumblr... without all the grammatical errors and simple typos. I hope you enjoy my first chapter ever posted *here!*

tumblr keeps messing up my formatting and IDK WHY, SEND HELP!!!!!

(MC is female, and characters may or may not be OOC. I tried to keep them as in character as I could.)

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Kaveh burst through the Akademiya’s library doors dramatically and collapsed at the nearest table, which coincidentally happened to be mine. My fellow classmates gave him a dirty look but went along with their work, most likely used to–or tired of–Kaveh’s antics.

As for me, I was too busy studying for one of the many upcoming exams. It annoyed me how Alhaitham was at the top of the class without studying or trying, and I wanted to be better than him. I knew I was smarter… I just had to put in the work. Ultimately, it would all pay off, and I would get bragging rights.

Kaveh groaned. “I should just drop out. This whole Kshahrewar thing is hard.”

I rolled my eyes, flipping a page in my book. “Keep going. You’ve already spent so much money getting where you are.”

“Easy for you to say, miss perfect grades. At least you aren’t as dreadful as Alhaitham.”

“Please stop enunciating your words. It’s very annoying.”

He sighed. “I mean, how can someone be as ignorant and… dumb as him? I never knew someone could be as dense and arrogant as him until I met him!”

“Keep your voice down. We’re in a library.” Alhaitham was anything but dumb, but I didn’t feel like arguing.

Kaveh moped. “Nobody understands my woes.”

“I understand, Kaveh.” I just don’t care. Ouch. Is that a little harsh? I closed my book with a defeated sigh. “You wanna go get something to eat for lunch?”

“Together?” He gasped, earning another sharp glare from the others. “Of course! You’re paying, though. Right?”

I put my book into my tote bag and stood up. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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To my luck, Cyno and Tighnari were both at Puspa Café, with Cyno animatedly over-explaining the inner workings of Genius Invokation TCG even though Tighnari already knew all the nitty-gritty details.

Kaveh beamed. “Look, Cy and Ti are here! Let’s go talk to them.”

“I think I’ll pass.” If Alhaitham had one thing right, it would be that socializing was draining. I already finished my quota with the few words I exchanged with Kaveh.

Kaveh linked his arm with mine and dragged me to their table in the far corner next to a window, the sunlight filtering through. “Too bad. You need to get out more–have fun, y’know? Don’t want you to end up like Alhaitham, all moody and gloomy.”

Tighnari set down one of his cards and waved to us. “Look who decided to show up. My second favorite pair.”

“Who’s your first?” Kaveh asked.

Tighnari lowered his voice, “Cyno and Sethos, but you can’t tell them,” he said teasingly.

Cyno grimaced. “Gross. Sethos.”

I stifled a laugh. Cyno, though he’d never admit it, even if you put a musket to his head, had a soft spot for Sethos. It was mildly adorable.

Kaveh plopped on the bench, sitting next to Cyno. I, more gracefully and less rambunctiously, sat next to Tignhari with a small nod of acknowledgment.

Cyno shoved a stack of cards at Kaveh. “You’re playing. Here’s your deck. You know how to play?”

Kaveh took the deck and examined it. “Uh, sorta.”

“Good. Tighnari isn’t that good, so I hope you’re better.”

Tighnari rolled his eyes and slid an iced coffee my way. “I had a feeling you were coming.”

I took the coffee into my hands. I almost always came to the café to de-stress or as a break from my never-ending studies, so it was nice that Tighnari remembered, even though he didn’t often come to this side of Sumeru. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to agree to come with Kaveh.

The boys played a few rounds of TCG, with Kaveh losing to both of them. Tighnari had no idea what he was doing, but he was doing it better than Kaveh. It was funny to watch Cyno oneshot all of Kaveh’s active characters in one fell swoop, and Tighnari accidentally wiping out Kaveh’s supports and draining him of dice.

Tighnari leaned over to me and whispered while the others were too focused on their game to pay attention, “Don’t make this obvious, but Alhaitham just walked in.”

I nonchalantly looked toward the direction of the entrance. There he was, in all his glory. And sweat? Archons, save me.

It got much, much worse because Sethos was with him. Of course, Sethos was with him. He just had to be. This day couldn’t possibly get any better.

I winced, whispering back, “You didn’t tell him you and Cyno were here?”

“I didn’t know Kaveh was coming. Just you,” he replied.

“Well, what do we do?” “Reap what we sow, I guess. What is there to even do?”

“Prepare your shield of indifference and act like you saw or heard nothing.”

“Acting oblivious has never worked…”

“Today it will. Hopefully. Just act normal.”

Sethos was the first to spot us, his gigantic, shining smile vanishing like a smoldered flame once he saw Cyno. I averted my gaze and pretended I saw nothing.

My plan didn’t work because he and Alhaitham immediately made his way towards our table. Cyno and Sethos’s eyes locked in a fierce gaze, and I could’ve sworn that the pair wouldn’t pounce at each other like rishboland tigers if it weren’t for the fact that they had a crowd. I didn’t dare to look at Alhaitham, but I could see Kaveh scowl from the corner of my eye as I looked down at my lap.

After a long, awkward pause of silence, Tighnari spoke, “Hey, guys. Would you like to join us?” Kaveh and Cyno both muttered a “no,” while Alhaitham and Sethos said “sure.” It was almost comedic.

Sadly, Alhaitham was a freaking sadist because he sat next to me, leaving the only spot left for Sethos with Cyno and Kaveh. There was not a single doubt in my mind that he did that on purpose. The benches were supposed to only seat two people, but they could take three. It was a little cramped as Alhaitham’s thigh brushed against mine, and his hand would’ve done the same if it wasn’t wrapped around my coffee cup.

Definitely on purpose. And I hated that he pretended like nothing was happening.

Cyno pushed a deck into Sethos’s hands. “Join us.”

Sethos took the deck, looking at it like a challenge. Because it was.

Then, Cyno gave another to Alhaitham. “You can join, too, if you want. I think you’re a good player.”

Yeah, he was a good player.

Alhaitham took the deck. “Thanks. I’ll play.”

Cyno looked at me. I shook my head, and he shrugged. “You play really well, too. You could probably beat Al if you tried.”

I narrowed my eyes. He was definitely trying to egg me on, and I wasn’t going to take the bait. It was obvious bait–only an idiot would fall for it.

Alhaitham scoffed. “She couldn’t beat me if she tried.”

I snatched the spare deck from Cyno’s hands. “I’m in.”

Tighnari shook his head. “Here we go again…”

[tarithenurse]

A suitable arrangement - 3

Fandom: MCU AU. Pairing/starring: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader. Word count: 1330. Content: More audacity but for a good reason. Also time is being a bit wibbly wobbly just in the beginning. A/N: Send ASK if you want a tag and please reblog. Also using my old tag list so if you’ve been tagged but don’t want to be on the list, just let me know.

3.

Everyone knows now. What you had hoped could be a discreet situation until Lord Laufeyson got bored has now turned into public knowledge and the gossipers are gobbling it up. You’re mortified but Laufeyson seems to relish it all, calling upon you nearly daily and now taking you on walks and out for tea at the salons where you have never been.

You should be thrilled. Lord Laufeyson is agreeable: apart from his appearance he also is well read and a lover of the arts but he is, you keep reminding yourself, not quite gentlemanly. Still, you find yourself quite relishing the quiet moments in the sitting room where the two of you talk...you are less fond of the public appearances where you feel the eyes of everyone upon you.

“You have a lovely smile,” he reaches over the table at the salon to ever so lightly allow your fingertips to meet.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks immediately. “Thank you, lord Laufeyson,” you manage to stammer softly.

“Please...call me Loki.”

Your eyes meet his and you are met with the same bold daring that you’ve seen before like at the ball when he asked you to dance or when he gave you his boutonniere. Barely able to get the word out, you offer your own name in return, causing him to smile broadly.

“There shall be a new ball next Friday,” he reveals, “will you do me the honour of accompanying me?”

Certain it would be wiser to say no, your heart leaps and causes you to accept before you can stop yourself. “Gladly,” you whisper.

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Come Friday, you’re pacing the foyer with butterflies in your stomach, waiting for Lord Laufeyson – Loki – to arrive.

You had been loathe to tell father of the arrangement but once the words had been uttered, he had surprised you by being delighted and even offering that you should have a new dress for the occasion – a concept he quite often would have frowned upon, stating that you had enough to last a year without repetition (a gross overstatement).

There’s a knock on the door and Maude answers it, revealing an elegantly dressed Loki who bows and offers you a single rose.

Of course you can’t bring the flower with you but Maude will see to it that it’s placed in a vase and added to the collection in your room – you’ve got quite the array by now, almost enough to open a boutique.

Then you take Loki’s arm and allow him to guide you down the steps and to the coach waiting. Once the door is closed behind the two of you and the coach is rattling down the street on the way to Lord Stark’s estate, Loki leans in and whispers in your ear:

“You look lovely, my dear [Y/N].”

“Thank you,” you eek out, too concerned about the nearness of his face.

You can smell the scent of soap from his hair, feel the heat of his cheek upon yours. A rush of butterflies soars through your insides, causing the air to stick in your lungs and your heart to thunder in your chest. But then he withdraws, observing you keenly as always and smirking slightly – he must be well aware of the effect he has on you.

Thankfully, he saves you the embarrassment as he begins to speak of his latest endeavours and the rumours circulating at the gentlemen’s club. Apparently Lord Rogers and Lord Stark have a falling out and it is quite likely that the former will host his own balls as a means of outshining the latter – a childish mannerism but who are the young ones to complain when the result is more merriment for them?

It is not long before the coach winds it way up the estate lane and soon Loki takes your hand, helping you out of the vehicle. Rather than let go ones you’re safely out, though, he take your arm in his and guides you up the steps.

Everyone is looking when you enter. You feel like crawling in on yourself but you know how that would reflect on Loki so you keep your head high.

That night Loki stays by your side save for a few moments. He is attentive and gentlemanly. Each dance he convinces you (quite easily) to partake in, his hands are warm upon you as he guides you elegantly across the floor.

After the fifth dance, you manage to get him to relent, finding you both something to quench your thirst by before you step outside on the terrace that’s illuminated with hanging lanterns. Beyond the lights is the garden where rose and jasmine bloom, filling the night with their sweet scents.

Taking your arm in his, he guides you to the dusky gardens and you can’t help but feel apprehension at the idea of what people might think.

As if reading you mind, Laufeyson chuckles. “Let them wonder.”

You glance up at him. “Easy for you to say, Loki,” you admonish him gently.

All a woman has is her virtue, her good reputation. Missing that, she would never hope to make a match ever again. It is differently easy for men.

But Laufeyson just hums, leading you past the bushes and onto the grounds proper before he finally stops and turns to face you.

“[Y/N]. I have been corresponding with your father,” he begins, making your guts tighten, “but I find it only right to ask you too. I value your opinions – as soft spoken as they may be.”

He takes the glass from you and places it with his on a nearby bench before turning back to take your hands instead.

Nerves are fluttering through you. “What are you trying to say?” you whisper.

“What at first was a game for me to hear your voice has become much more serious. I find our time together pleasant: you delight me, complete me.” With that he falls to his knee in the damp grass. “Miss [Y/N Y/L/N], may I marry you?”

Dumbfounded, you stare at the man as he kneels, deep green eyes gazing up at you. A thousand thoughts are flashing through your brain but none are as prevalent as the surprising feeling of joy. It is as though something has fallen into place within your heart and soul and you know what you must answer.

“Lord Loki Laufeyson...you may.”

Standing slowly, his hands glide from your arms to your waist, pulling you close until you are flush against him and he dips his head down to brush his lips upon yours. For a second you fear that someone might see but then they are fully upon you and you can’t think anymore.

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You can hear the soft drone of voices from the office although the doors are closed. Your father and Loki have been speaking for nigh an hour now, causing you to fret and pace the sitting room relentlessly. Sometimes Maude comes in to check on you or see to some menial task but her presence is a poor distraction as she too is buzzing with excitement on your behalf.

But eventually the door opens, your father steps out together with Loki, shaking his hand and the two join you in the sitting room.

Looking from one to the other, they both look happy. In fact your father looks like he’s the cat that got the cream.

“[Y/N],” your father begins, “today is both a happy and a sad day. I have been granted the joy of coming to an agreement with this young gentleman,” he pats Loki’s back, “yet I must accept that my little girl is all grown up.”

Loki steps over to you, taking your hands in his. “He said yes, my darling,” he beams, “we will be wed.”

It’s almost too good to be true. “When?”

“I must make the preparations but we hope 100 days from now. That should give us ample time for everything.”

[littleplushyprincess]

I'm 21. She/her. Bisexual 🏳️‍🌈. Lover girl. Virgin </3. Mostly a sub. l like it gross :) I don't tag individual posts but general warning on my blog for fauxcest, (mostly soft) cnc, age play-ish. I also reblog/post personal + random sfw stuff. New to this side of tumblr, still figuring things out. ❣️ (Much) more about my likes and dislikes below!

Put your age on your profile ! Minors DO NOT interact. Misogynists DO NOT interact and kys instead.

Back-up is @happytrail-enthusiast ❗️

Very happy to receive pervy asks (or just friendly ones lol), especially from older guys 🩷 I’m happy to make mutuals, both as friends or something else :)

I don’t reply to dms if you don’t even follow me, you aren’t respectful or if your blog is empty. (If you’re messaging from a sideblog just lmk.) More dm rules below ⬇️

(a lot) more about me:

🔞🔞🔞

name: you can call me kiddo, kid, bunny, puppy, sweetheart, princess, angel etc — you get the idea 🤭 also adding ‘little’ in front of it is always something i like 🙂‍↕️ unless you just wanna be friends then i can give you an actual name in dms :)

instructions: i’m a sub and i require lots of attention and validation with a daily dose of nasty asks 🦋 handle with care!

what i’m doing when i’m not touching my pussy to your posts:

i’m an English literature and linguistics master’s student (with very good marks so please be proud of me <3 i think i deserve a reward?)

i’m a yapper first and foremost

i’m from the UK but live in Germany (CET)

a few random interests of mine are: marvel (deadpool, wolvie and spiderman are my favs), challengers, linkin park, silly pop punk from the 2000s, ACNH & sims 4 (wicked whims and me 🤝), i collect funko pops and plushies 🧸 i love the colour pink 🩷

i love Game of Thrones & House of the Dragon (and not just cause of the !ncest)

also i’m probably autistic lmfao

if you wanna know anything else about me just ask :)

what to imagine when you’re jerking off to me/ what i look like:

i’m 5’2/159cm

i’m slim but not skinny, with D-cup boobs (DD when I’m on my period), and my legs are my fav body part on myself <3

i have pretty, curly hair and cute nose piercings and a few tattoos and i def want more!!

i’m quite girly but half of the time i live in my comfy pyjamas that usually consist of some oversized graphic tee and cute panties and socks 💖

my type:

i don’t have a specific type in men but i do like em tall (and i’m short so that’s easy)

i prefer older guys (up to ~55 y/o as long as you’re attractive) but my age is definitely good too and younger works sometimes :)

i go insane over big (natural) muscles but don’t mind skinny or slightly chubby guys at all :)

i loove body hair on guys but i like the hair on the head mostly short

i like confident (not cocky!!) guys but i’m also into shy, awkward nerds

so all in all i’m just very into guys in general lol

intelligence in men is so sexy to me (because frankly there aren’t that many of you </3) but i can’t lie I’d let a himbo fuck me silly...

relationship status / a slut in theory but not (yet) in practice: i’m single and i’ve never been in a relationship or dated (or had sex 💔) because i’m shy and introverted and there are only gay guys in my degree anyway (who i love sm but i can’t fuck them)

dm rules 💌:

dms are open and nsfw is fine (but don’t send pics without asking first or messaging at least a little bit)

practise proper communication and consent

i hate having to text first 🥺 and i get shy sometimes so pls help me out <3

i know we’re all here for the same reason but don’t reduce me to something purely sexual. At least pretend to give a bit of a shit about me lol and be respectful

fast replies and double texting make me happy :) and i need a lot of encouragement from you pls <3

i’m not looking for a relationship on here but i do prefer to get comfortable with you first and dm more than just a single time :)

i find texting non-sexually super fun too

i don’t like when people take themselves too seriously so even if we have a nsfw convo we can still talk normally lol <3

if you just write ‘hi’ and nothing else when you’re messaging me for the first time i probably won’t know how to respond

it’s fine if you’re busy but please just let me know if you (suddenly) have to be MIA for a bit and it’s all good <3

that being said i try not to be on here too early in the day (haven’t ever managed to stay away so far but maybe one day i’ll get discipline!) so if i’m not replying to your dms that might be why (i’m in CET 🕰️ )

all i ask is that you have more than one braincell and can actually hold a conversation 🙏🏼

also i will probably think you hate me if you use no emojis at all :(

if you ask nicely before sending them then i’ll probably go feral and drool over your 🍆 pics (or less explicit pics too)🤍 (but pls don’t be delusional, no need to ruin the fantasy if you’re ugly because i will not continue the convo)

asking me to send pics after i’ve already said no gets you blocked

obviously i have the right to not reply to you or stop replying if i feel uncomfortable but as long as you’re nice that shouldn’t happen :)

i get jealous so don’t mention other women? (that should go without saying but apparently not)(i’m not expecting to be the only woman you’re talking to on here and that’s fine but keep it to yourself)

i like girls too but that’s not what i’m on tumblr for but i’d love to make girl mutuals/friends 🥰

i’m into:

fauxcest fauxcest fauxest!!! pls someone be my dad or big brother i’m begging, praise (makes my heart and pussy go 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫), dd/lg, being a liittle bit of a brat, being lightly slapped, piss (slightly), being spanked (ass & pussy), creampies and everything to do with cum and sweat and spit, (fake) breeding, primal play, mmf threesomes or a bf watching me and another man have sex and liking it, this sounds obvious but i love dicks and balls so so so much i will die over them i love nothing more than watching men jerk off in all types of ways 🩵 i also like mlm/mxm stuff and like to imagine being one of the guys (don’t ask me what that says about my gender identity because i don’t know)

bsdm test:

quite vanilla i think🍦 but i’m addicted to ¡ncest fantasies 😋🤤

❌ i don’t like:

mom x daughter fauxcest, toilet stuff, nappies/diapers, feet, the word ‘cunnie/y’?, choking, genuine violence, rough degradation without any praise, master/slave dynamic (compared to general dom/sub stuff which i obsess over), traditional gender roles beyond sex, bondage, actual pregnancy, c*rpse stuff, anything beyond a few drops of blood although period blood is fine, food/weight stuff

(i don’t mind if you like any of these things pls still feel free to interact but these kinks are not for me and understand that i might not follow back if you post about them <3)

💕 if you read this entire post you’re legally required to send me any type of ask or dm, ask me something about myself, tell me something about you etc etc 🤭

[unclewaynemunson]

Jeff is one of my favorite characters and I think we should start a post of all our favorite Jeff headcanons. He and Freak get left out in almost every Eddie-centric fic I read, with his "best friend" being either Gareth or Chrissy, and I'm tired of it. Jeff is wonderful. Here's my hc's:

- Jeff and Eddie have been best friends since middle school. They started CC and Hellfire together.

- they went to the Snowball together and rigged the bubble machine to spew bubbles during the slow dance songs. The dance had to end early and Jeff and Eddie never got caught

- Jeff's parents loves Eddie. They used to have sleepovers at each other's place almost every weekend.

- Jeff was the first person Eddie came out to. Jeff tried to be surprised and "that's great, man, thanks for telling me!" But Eddie saw right through that.

- Eddie is afraid of geese and spiders. Jeff thinks this is fucking hilarious.

- post-Vecna, Jeff is the one Eddie reconnects with first. Eddie tells him everything, despite the NDAs and Steve's warnings. Jeff believes him, because he knows there's wacky shit going on in Hawkins, and he's seen Eddie's wounds.

- they have that kind of friendship that nothing can break. Even if they don't see or talk to each other for years, because Life Happens and people lose touch, they'll always have part of themselves carved out for their best friend.

Ok, that's all I got for now, and sorry for the long ask! I just love Jeff so much and he (and Freak, too, because Freak gets ignored because of fatphobia) deserves just as much love and attention as Gareth gets.

What are your Jeff and Eddie headcanons?

I am loving this Jeff love and your headcanons, thank you so much for sending this to me!!! <3

I think with Unnamed Freak things are a bit different bc, yaknow, he doesn't have a name. For me at least that makes me hesitant to write about him so I don't wanna go as far as to say it's all bc he's fat (even though I'm not gonna deny that that probably also plays a part in how popular he is in this fandom urgh). Anyway, yes this fandom certainly does Jeff dirty. I think it's this gross combination of racism and people copying a lot from already existing stories, characterizations and headcanons without much critical thinking of their own (which baffles me, if you're creative enough to write a story please use that creativity for some originality ffs). Anyway, this is gonna turn into a rant again can you tell I'm still annoyed? so let's turn to something more positive now, like my headcanons for our beloved Jeff:

He was the first person in Hawkins (after Wayne obviously) that Eddie got close to. For Jeff it was kinda the same, being a black, nerdy boy in this town had been very isolating for him and Eddie was his first real friend.

Unnamed Freak made their duo into a trio a bit later. All the others in the group (including Gareth) were Eddie's "lost little sheepies" who he sought out to protect. This means that Jeff and Unnamed Freak are the only people who don't borderline worship Eddie but see him (and love him) for who he is including all his flaws. They're also the only ones not afraid to call him out on his bullshit.

Jeff's mom is really cool. Her name is Pauline and she's not like Jeff at all (she was a cheerleader in high school). Despite their differences they love each other a lot. (Jeff's mom is actually heavily featured in one of the fics I wrote so I got her all fleshed out lmao)

He has two little twin sisters. They're friends with Erica, one of them is one of her friends we meet in the mall in s3. He has this typical hate-love relationship with his sisters: they fight a lot, but at the end of the day, he would die for them.

HE'S BISEXUAL

While he can't wait to get out of Hawkins and to a place that'll be more accepting of him, he doesn't want to move too far away from his family.

He's the most loyal friend in the world, 100% a ride-or-die kinda guy

While he does love metal a lot, his guilty pleasure is Tina Turner

Tell me all your Jeff headcanons i wanna hear more about him!

[under-the-dirt]

intro/masterlist!

hihihi!! i’m livie but you can call me liv or livie!!

age: 14 (bday is sep 23 :3)

pronouns: they/them but i’m fine with she/they :3 afab

nationality: i was born in and live in america but i’m italian, german and irish!! :D i can speak a bit of italian, and my great grandmother is an italian immigrant!!

general boundaries: i hate non-con!!! no non con!! don’t send requests for non-con please!! i’m fine with consensual somnophilia but no non-con!! also, under 13 dni!!

other stuff: i’m autistic and i have a bunch of other disorders so life can be very difficult but i cope through my writing and my art!! i love getting requests and i love talking to people!! i love music sm, and i’m almost always singing and dancing!! some of my fav artists are the killers, lana del rey, the weeknd, ghost, etc!

p.s. mutuals if i ever cross a boundary when talking please tell me!!! i’m very affectionate but i tend to cross boundaries on accident!!

writing boundaries:

• i will not write non-con! never! this is for trauma related reasons and it generally disgusts me. read/write what you like, but this is where i draw the line.

• i will not write characters non-consensually groping/touching the reader. i might consider like a character protecting reader from being groped, but i generally can’t stand it. (naturally, for trauma related reasons as well)

• i will not write certain kinks/fetishes, such as foot fetishes, piss kinks or other gross kinks.

• i will never ever write illegal age gaps. never. do not ask me to write an adult with a child. do not ask for anything pedophilic. this is for obvious reasons as well as trauma related reasons.

masterlist under the cut! <3

masterlist!!

key: 🌲 = angsty 🌿 = fluffy 🪴= smutty

john price

no strings. - an ask for reader x price friends with benefits, but reader gets pregnant and leaves 🌲🌿

whispers. part one part two - barracks bunny exposes price’s little crush in front of the task force 🪴

sleeptalking. part one part two - based of Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics, price hears reader talking about him in their sleep and their dreams become a little too real 🌿🪴

horror movies. - a request where reader and price watch a movie too scary for either of them and they can’t sleep!! 🌿

avoidance. - reader avoids price bc they’re afraid that he doesn’t like them back, and he confronts them.. 🪴 (not sure)

simon ‘ghost’ riley

phone call. part two - bf!simon fucks you while you’re otp with your best friend / bf!simon fucks you in front of your best friend 🌿🪴(def my best)

lap dog. - a fic where hybrid!reader hits ghost too much with their tail!! (no classification)

braids. - simon braids reader’s hair!! 🌿

hard to love. - reader and ghost are friends with benefits, but reader wants what simon can’t give. 🌲🪴

john ‘soap’ mactavish

water. - based on my friend bunny’s ask in their acc (aforementioned ask) where soap refuses to fuck reader and instead does it with the showerhead!! 🪴🌿

phone call. (pt. 2) - reader gets fucked by bf!simon and soap gets a special desert afterwards.. 🌿🪴

könig

distractions. - reader has a bad day at work and koko helps relieve their stress with a makeout sesh!! 🪴🌿

christmas gifts. - reader gets the boys a big dino plush for christmas!! 🌿

taskforce 141

christmas gifts. - gn!reader gets the boys a big dino plush for christmas!! 🌿

comfort. - 141 cuddles!!! 🌿

cold. - cold reader gets cuddled by all the 141 (not at the same time!!) 🌿

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comment to be added to the main taglist! those are the only things i’ve written so far, please send asks/messages for whatever you want em to write!! i don’t tend to write things on my own <3

ily all!!!