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paradiseismine · 8 months ago

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Backstage - Finn Wolfhard x reader

Love note from Nina: I’ve been meaning to write this one since I’ve seen Finn’s pictures from Atlanta/Birmingham; but couldn’t find the words until now.

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x f!reader

Summary: Finn invites you backstage after a concert with his band, The Aubreys.

Warnings: so much smut, heaven help me.

It was a warm Saturday night and your girl friends nearly dragged you out of your shared apartment in New York. They had tickets for some indie band’s concert and wanted you to tag along. After some protesting, you finally gave in.

A quick subway ride later, you got to a small theater where the concert was about to start. It wasn’t sold out (“The Aubreys” was still an indie band, after all), but there were plenty of people in there. One of your friends was able to get all three of you to the very front of the stage, the closest you could possibly be to the band.

As the concert began, you suddenly detested that night a lot less - a tall black haired boy singing the first song really got your attention. You locked eyes with him for a moment, and that was all it took.

- Do you know that boy’s name? - you nearly screamed into your friend’s ear.

- Which one?

You were so mesmerized, you barely noticed there were more than one person up there.

- The black haired one - you rolled your eyes, as if it was obvious. - The one with the guitar.

- Oh - she said, rolling her eyes too. He was SO your type, she should’ve known. - That’s Finn Wolfhard. You know, Mike from Stranger Things?

- Really? - your eyes went wide.

You had seen Stranger Things before, and while it was definitely a good show, you surely hadn’t paid enough attention to that beauty right in front of you.

The first song was over and you kept your eyes glued on him. Finn took a few steps forward, crouched and read the setlist (a piece of paper taped to the stage floor), dipping his lips in a small glass bottle. You assumed it was some sort of beer that he was drinking. He took a sip and his eyes met yours a few seconds later. The smile he gave you simply melted your heart. You smiled back and mouthed “great show”, to which he simply mouthed back “thank you”.

You spent the rest of the concert vibing to the songs, swaying your body slowly from side to side and singing along the choruses and other small phrases you were able to pick up from. Finn had his eyes glued on yours. It was like he was singing to you specifically; everybody else just happened to be there.

As the concert was coming to an end, you felt someone touch your shoulder from behind.

- Excuse me, miss - you turned around and saw one of the security guards of the venue.

- Yes? - your eyebrows furrowed, as you were utterly confused as to who that man was and what could he possibly want. He came closer and nearly whispered in your ear, which was even weirder.

- Mr. Wolfhard would like to know if you can come backstage. They’re about to finish the show - he said, in a serious tone.

You blinked rapidly a few times. Like wait, what?

- I, um… Sure - you were able to respond. - What do I do?

- Come with me - he said, gesturing for you to follow him.

You followed the guard through a small passage that led backstage, where the dressing rooms were. He opened a door whose sign said “The Aubreys” in bold red lettering.

- Mr. Wolfhard will be with you in a minute, miss. Please wait inside and make yourself comfortable.

- Ok, thank you sir - you responded, entering the room as the guard nodded and shut the door shortly after.

Ok, this was definitely something. Your friends saw you leaving with the guard, but you had no time to explain what happened. You quickly texted “lol mr. wolfhard invited me backstage, ttyl” in your group chat, just so they wouldn’t be worried.

Not long after that, the door opened again.

- Dude, I’m so tired, I could lie on the floor and sleep right now - a shorter, blond-haired boy said, his eyes seeming droopy behind his glasses.

After finishing the sentence, he noticed you.

- Whoa there - he looked at Finn.

- That’s the girl I told you about - Finn said, pointing towards you with his chin.

- Oh - the other boy responded, his eyes widening. - I’ll just grab my stuff and go to the car, ok? I’ll have the driver take me home then you text him when you want him to come back and pick you up.

- Deal - Finn patted the boy on his back. - Get some rest, bud.

The blond boy grabbed his backpack, some other stuff and left, waving you two goodbye. You were a bit awkward there for a moment.

- Sorry about Malcolm - Finn chuckled after his friend shut the door. - He insisted on playing tonight, even though he's a bit sick, so…

- It's ok - you smiled. - It was a great show.

- Aw, really? - he smiled back, happily.

- Totally… I didn’t know you had a band, but I loved it. Indie rock is so up my alley, I’m surprised I hadn’t heard about you guys before.

- I didn’t know such a pretty girl would come see me, I’m surprised I still caught your eye - he tilted his head to the side slightly, playful. - I would’ve dressed nicer if I knew you’d come, you know?

- That does sound a lot like flirting, Mr. Wolfhard… - you chuckled, jokingly slapping his arm.

- Yeah? - he leaned in closer, a naughty little smirk on his face. - That’s good then.

There was something about the way he talked, the way he looked at you, something about his hands or his toned arms, maybe… Everything made you feel so hot, so beautiful, so desired. You couldn’t help but bite your lip.

- So what’s your name, pretty girl? - he grabbed your chin, smiling.

- It’s y/n - you chuckled. - What do I call you? Finn? Finnie?

- Call me what you want - he leaned in even closer. - I intend to call you “mine”, if that’s ok with you.

He was so cocky, his posture was irresistible.

- I’ll just call you “mine” too, then - you reached for his neck, bringing his lips down to the level of your own.

The kiss was slow, at first. His tongue soon asked for entrance and danced with yours, as his hands groped your waist possessively. You grabbed the hair at his nape urgently, pulling his face impossibly closer to yours, savoring his lips, his scent, taking him in as much as you could. Finn Wolfhard was such a good kisser, it was nearly a crime.

His hands then reached down to grope your ass, but he seemed to want a bit more of a direct contact.

- That leather skirt of yours is begging to be tossed to the floor, isn’t it? Poor thing… - he said, reaching for the zipper on your lower back. - Do you mind if I put it out of its misery?

- Do it - your voice was breathy with desire. - But I could say the same about your t-shirt… It also would appreciate the floor very much right now.

He unzipped your skirt, and it soon fell to the floor. You reached for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up and off of his body, both garments now keeping each other company on a nearby carpet.

His pale skin was soft to the touch, his chest now taken by your wandering hands. He alternated between fondling your ass and harshly groping it, making you moan into his mouth.

After he satisfied the urgent need to grope you, Finn put his arms under your butt to lift you up and off the floor, carefully depositing your body into a dressing table.

- Is this okay? - he asked, his voice raspy and sensual. - Is my pretty girl comfortable?

- Sure - you nearly moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring his body closer.

He leaned in for another round of heated kisses, and your hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it quickly and immediately unzipping his pants.

- Those pants gotta go, don’t they? - you murmured, enraptured by his touch. - May I? - you inquired, lingering your gaze at his throbbing erection underneath his opened dark jeans.

- You call the shots, babe - he answered, his lips swollen from making out with you. Finn immediately discarded his pants and shoes, taking the time to take off your boots as well.

Soon, his pants were off and so was your shirt: your breasts were now getting covered in open mouth kisses, Finn seemed to be loving them, burying his face in between them. One of his hands went around your back, and his eyes shot up at yours for permission. You nodded lightly, your lips parted, hungry for some more of his touch. He unhooked your bra in a single movement, discarding it quickly.

With both hands, he kneaded your breasts eagerly, suckling into your nipples alternately. You felt like a feast in his hands.

You were both stripped down to your underwear, and Finn didn’t want to waste any time.

- Can these come off too? - he held the sides of your panties, pouting his luscious red lips.

- Only if these come off as well - you ran the sides of your feet at the sides of his boxers.

- Deal - he smirked, gliding the thin fabric of your panties down your smooth legs.

He seemed mesmerized by the sight of your glistening wet pussy. His lips quivering, his mouth nearly agape, his brows furrowed in what could only be described as pure lust. Finn kneeled in front of you, burying his face in between your legs without any further ado.

You let out a high pitched moan at the first flick of his tongue, surprised and pleased. He moaned at the taste of your pussy, making your slit vibrate deliciously in between his lips. You hissed as he kept licking your clit, his tongue circling you with the perfect pressure, the perfect speed… He was simply perfect. An index finger soon entered your drenched hole, pumping in and out of you as his tongue continued its irresistible work. As you came undone, your muscles involuntarily clenched around his finger, causing him to moan even more as he licked you through your high.

- You taste so good - he licked his lips as he stood back up, his finger still pumping in and out of you. - I bet you feel even better.

He took off his finger and held his length up to your soaking wet pussy.

- Can I?

- Yeah - you could manage to moan.

He slowly inserted himself into your tight hole, whimpering and breathing heavily at the feeling. You were even better than he had imagined. You pulled his hips closer, your eyes searching for his, trying to get him to pick up the pace. He noticed what you did, and couldn’t help but oblige.

Finn’s hair gently swayed around his neck as he thrusted, perfect, nearly in slow motion. Damn, that boy had *such* rockstar energy. You kept looking at him, eyes low with lust and pleasure from his movements, but also delighted by his beauty.

His hands grabbed your thighs possessively, harshly, trying to claim them as his. He had such beautiful hands, such a tight grip, ugh… You’d let him do whatever he wanted to do with you at that point.

- You feel so good - you moaned, squeezing him with your cunt.

- Ah, don’t squeeze me like that, baby girl - he gently grabbed your neck. - I can’t cum inside you…

- You could, if you wanted to - you teased, squeezing him again.

- You’re so naughty, princess, what should i do to you? - he removed himself from your pussy, afraid he’d cum too soon.

- Whatever you’d like, babe - you looked at him with a raw, lewd gaze.

Finn’s cock twitched in desire.

- You know, that low cut shirt you were wearing gave me some ideas…

- Oh, yeah?

- Uh-huh - he moistened his lips as his hands reached out for your naked breasts. - Can I put my cock in between them? That’d be so hot…

He squeezed them greedily, lustful.

- Sure, babe - you answered, smirking naughtily, holding yourself in an inviting way.

Finn guided his length into the valley between your breasts, and you pushed them one against the other to accommodate him. He was slick with your fluids already, so it was much easier to glide himself in that tightness you created with your hands.

His size allowed you to get the tip of his cock in between your lips, gently sucking it as he thrusted in between your boobs. His breathing was audible now, he’d even let out a few moans here and there.

You had never felt hotter in your entire life. You felt profane, naughty, lewd, everything. And you loved it.

- Damn, babe - he moaned, breathless. - You’re impossibly hot, can I cum in your mouth already?

You lightly nodded, sticking out your tongue so his tip would leak right in the middle of it. A few moans later, Finn released himself into your mouth, covering your tongue in thick, hot ropes of his cum.

You gently licked his tip clean before swallowing his seed. He was still trying to catch his breath, and the sight of you doing that certainly didn’t help.

- I swear you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever met - he panted.

- It was my pleasure, darling. - you chuckled softly.

Finn helped you get dressed and put his own clothes back on, chatting about the concert and asking some more about your musical taste. It turns out, you both loved The Beatles and wish you had a Time Machine to chill in the 1960’s together.

- Thank you for the evening, y/n - he smiled. - I had a great time.

- So did I - you smiled back at him.

- I’ll get my driver to drop you off at your place, is that ok? - he ran his fingers through your hair, his other hand busy with his phone.

- Sure - you nodded. - That’s very kind.

- No problem - he seemed to open a different tab on his phone. - Now, can I have your number?

He handed you the phone, his eyes bright and kind. You typed in your number carefully, afraid you’d mess up. You handed him back the phone, happy.

Soon, his driver arrived and he kissed you goodbye before you left the venue, just to avoid any remaining paparazzi. You walked to the car, greeted the driver and kept quiet the whole way home, reminiscing what happened. Wow.

Your heart was nearly thumping out of your chest when you finally got home and lied down on your bed after that amazing night. And as you thought it couldn’t get any better, your phone lit up.

New message - unknown number

Hi y/n, it’s Finn. did u get home safe? when can I see u again?

#finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard x reader #imagine #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler #miles fairchild #smut #trevor spengler #trevor spengler x reader #finn headcanons #finn wolfhard #rockstar girlfriend #and yes i’ve just tagged this rockstar girlfriend cause finn is #he is a rockstar

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rosanna-writer · 8 months ago

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Knuckles Bruised Like Violets (1/1)

Summary: Love blooms at the garden expo when Elain witnesses a handsome stranger pick a fight with Tamlin. Pairing: Elriel Warnings: None Rating: General Audiences Word Count: ~1.2k

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Elain had known they'd cross paths again. She was a florist. He owned a nursery. Running into her sister's ex at some industry event was bound to happen before long.

But even if she'd been able to see the future, Elain would never have guessed that Tamlin would be bold enough to buy a bouquet for his new girlfriend from his ex-fiancée's sister, a few short weeks after they'd called the wedding off.

To make it worse, the new girl was there with him, too. Briar—Elain only remembered her name because Nesta had scoffed it at Feyre during a much-needed girls' night ("Really? Were her parents naming a baby or a rabbit?"). Elain wouldn't forget, not when the eldest Archeron's mean streak had actually made her baby sister crack a smile.

From behind the cash register, Elain tried not to vomit at the sight of Tamlin making eyes at Briar the way he used to do with Feyre. They were browsing what was left of the flower arrangements for sale, and this late on the last day of the expo, there wasn't much. Especially not at Elain's booth. Her arrangements were by far the loveliest, selling out every year she'd been a vendor. If Elain had to guess, Tamlin had only mustered the courage to show his face in her corner of the convention center because he'd wanted to impress Briar with the best roses available.

If she hated conflict a bit less, Elain would have been looking forward to telling him she refused to make the sale.

Instead, dread was already blooming in the pit of her stomach. The whole thing would be horribly uncomfortable, and she wouldn't put it past Tamlin to raise his voice—or spin the narrative and make her look petty in front of other colleagues.

But the dread lessened just a bit when the most beautiful man Elain had ever seen stopped at her booth. He was intently studying the very last bunch of pink roses, and Elain let herself appreciate his classically handsome features, shiny close-cropped black hair, and the cut of the cobalt t-shirt that showed off the powerful muscles of his arms.

She supposed if he caught her staring, she'd just say she was trying to read the word emblazoned on his chest—Rosehall, if she wasn't mistaken. Perhaps another vendor, then. She could ask about it, strike up a conversation, maybe get his number.

Assuming, of course, that Tamlin didn't decide to ruin her day.

It seemed likely that that he would—her sister's ex was already reaching for the bouquet the stranger had been eyeing. Elain steeled herself for an uncomfortable conversation.

The stranger snatched the bouquet before Tamlin had a chance to. The pair exchanged a few tense words that Elain couldn't quite hear over the noise of the crowded garden expo, though she made out the words "here first" and "for my mother."

One sweet smile and a well-timed offer to ring up the purchase would diffuse the tension if Elain pointedly directed them at the stranger. She meant to do it. Really, she did.

But the man's fist had already collided with Tamlin's jaw.

He punched like an expert, with brutal, ruthless economy of movement even as he cradled the bouquet of roses like a sleeping baby in his other arm. Elain should have called for security, but she was too entranced to do anything but stay rooted to the spot.

Tamlin wound up to hit back, but Briar was already cupping his uninjured cheek and fussing. He let his fist drop uselessly to the side, and she led him away as she murmured something about finding an ice pack.

Perhaps that should have been Elain's cue to call security. But she found herself smiling and saying, "I can ring you up if you're finished browsing."

At the sound of her voice, the man turned, his eyes going wide in pure shock. He must not have realized she'd been watching the entire time.

He stepped closer, careful not to crush any of the petals as he handed her the bouquet to scan. "I'm sorry about that," he said.

His voice was midnight-dark, and Elain tried not to shiver as she wondered what it would sound like saying her name. "Don't be," she said brightly. "You saved me the trouble of telling him to leave."

"Has he been giving you problems?"

Elain had the sneaking suspicion that if she said yes, he'd offer to take care of it permanently.

"My sister broke off her engagement to him just a few weeks ago."

The man went still, and there was something preternatural about it, as if he were one the dangerous faeries of myth, something far too otherworldly for a Sunday afternoon in a too-bright event complex full of vendors hawking hedge shears and patio furniture. "You're Feyre's sister?"

Names have power. The thought came to her unbidden, the only fragment from a long-forgotten story that was still rattling around in her brain. A warning. Elain said nothing, just shook her head as if to clear it.

The man wasn't a faerie. Just…strangely magnetic. And hot.

Perhaps he'd realized the sudden outburst of violence—even if it had been directed at someone she hated—might have frightened her. He softened his expression and politely held out a hand. "I'm Azriel. Rhys's brother."

Right. Rhysand—the new boyfriend that they hadn't met yet but Nesta had immediately decided was sketchy. The newfound awareness that she might run into Azriel again jolted her back to reality, and Elain regained her manners and shook his hand.

His skin was rough against hers. Not from callouses, like the hands of hundreds of other gardeners Elain had greeted over the years, but from scars. Out of politeness, she pretended not to notice, as tempted as she was to run her fingers along them slowly.

"I'm Elain. It's very nice to meet you."

"You too," he said, sliding his card into the reader. After a beat of silence, he added, "Feyre sent me, by the way. I mentioned I was getting flowers for my mother's birthday, and she said her sister was the best florist in the business."

Thank God for her younger sister; Elain decided she'd thank Feyre by making sure not to mention to Nesta that the mysterious Rhysand had already introduced Feyre to his family.

If all the customers Feyre sent her way were like Azriel, Elain certainly wasn't about to discourage her.

"Did you find everything to your liking?" she said, fluttering her lashes to make sure it was clear she wasn't only talking about the flowers.

"It's perfect."

The receipt printed, and Elain grabbed a pen and jotted her phone number down before sliding the paper across the counter. Azriel's brows flicked up.

"In case Tamlin presses charges and you need a witness to swear you didn't put a hand on him." There were probably security cameras somewhere, but a few seconds of grainy video wouldn't be more convincing than Elain Archeron's doe eyes.

"And if it doesn't get to that point?"

She smiled. "You can still give me a call anyway."

Before Azriel left, he saved the number to his phone—a wordless promise. Elain sold the last of her arrangements with a newfound spring in her step.

#elriel #elain archeron #in an Elain mood lately tbh

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whatsaninterestingplacethisis · 8 months ago

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summer love

Imagine

Adam Fantilli x Latina!Reader

synop: Adam and y/n meet during dinner in Italy, spending what seems an endless summer together.

song-spo: mystery of love by sufjan stevens + crazy for you by madonna (this song captures the final scene so perfectly like 13 going on 30 lmao)

genre: slowburn rom-com, heavy on the comedy bc i think i'm hilarious, but def has cute scenes. 7.1K words! (longest i've written??)

Prompts: building tension prompt

an: call me by your name vibezz + one day trip to greece vibez. shy adam with no rizz hehe. too many bad jokes/mentions of his italian ancestry lmao, witty & snarky friendship 😆 i literally forget what team adam favored for his draft my bad. also i know zip of italian culture so hopefully i didn't butcher anything nor have i visited italy lmao

cw: drinking, cussing, skinny dipping, innuendo with spoons?

It was a spontaneous trip which only it made it all the better.

Saving up the money, booking the flight, and the stay. With no itinerary, you spent the past two days on the beach and sleeping in from the jet lag.

You figured you would put your new wardrobe to use by wearing it out to dinner. It was a warm night, the sky turning into a dark blue, eventually turning black with stars sprinkled above.

You wore a loose summer dress to try an Italian cuisine. It was daunting to eat alone in a foreign country but then again you made it across the pond into a foreign country all alone. It didn't come this far to starve. So you ate and drank a bit of wine.

In between sips and chewing, you people watched. Noticing the large touristy family trying to eat dinner in peace. A native Italian couple staring at each other lovingly. And then there was you, all alone with no one across from you but it was okay. You were content. No one there knew you or even acknowledged your presence. With a light breeze in the air and the muffled sounds of people it put you at ease.

You took another and final sip from your glass, as your eyes hooked with a stranger's eyes. They stayed there until the stranger bashfully looked away, failing to hold back a smile.

You noticed this stranger sitting with what seems like his family. Him being the only one on the restaurant patio acknowledging your existence put you on edge.

You avoided looking at his direction as you waved the waiter for the bill. You fidgeted nervously with the table cloth as you waited. When he returned, he not only came back with the bill but a small bowl of pink, you assumed, what was strawberry gelato.

"Oh I didn't order this," you looked at the waiter with confusion,

"No, he did." he pointed across the outdoor patio to said stranger. He had a slight blush to his cheeks, nodding his head to the both of you.

"I see, thank you." you bid goodbye the his service after paying for your meal. You looked back down at the cold dessert and right up the stranger. You took a big sigh as you signaled him to come over to your table. You noticed how his eyes widened and him talking to his presumed family. He made his way to your single table as his family's eyes followed his path.

By the time he sat across from you, his family's eyes were on you, but you ignored them for now,

"Bold move with the soft serve." you finally took a bite of the gelato, waiting for him to make another move.

"Is it? I was just trying to be nice I guess."

"Just nice? What if I didn't call you over? Would you send another dessert?" you teased him, curious of his thinking.

He laughed, "Maybe I would have ordered one for me after the rejection," he took a clean spoon from the table and dove into your dessert, "but you did call me over, so thanks." the spoon made a pop sound when he licked it clean.

"I'm Adam."

"Well Adam, you just took a bite of my gelato."

"Well technically I paid for it." He said as he took another spoonful from your bowl.

"Wow, so thats how you treat a lady?" you dramatically say as you eat more of you and Adam's dessert.

"I'm y/n." you lean back into your chair, staring this man down. You caught what seems like his brother and mother peeking behind his shoulder from their table.

"Is that your family?" you nodded towards their direction. He turned around and saw them snap their heads in any other direction.

He chortled, running his hand through his hair, "Yeah, don't pay attention to them. They'll just embarrass me."

"What, you don't pick up girls often? Especially with dessert?" you joked and he laughed too,

He shook his head as he laughed but stared at you intently with a soft smile, "No, no I don't."

You didn't think his sweet gesture would lead anywhere, but you were starting to like him.

"So, Adam, have you been in Italy before?" It was a silly question to ask but you didn't know anything about him. He went on to tell you how he had family here and he had visited often. He even mentioned his last name and that definitely proved his rich culture to your amusement,

"Fantilli?! Wow, I don't think I've ever heard such an Italian name before!"

"It's not that Italian..." he basked in his shyness as he rambled off on his culture,

"Oh you're kidding, you got the double i and everything." you enjoyed teasing him because you both knew it was light hearted.

"So where are you from?" The shared gelato had been long gone yet the conversation flowed smoothly.

"Nobleton, it's near Toronto, but I live in Columbus for work."

"Columbus as in Ohio?!" you squinted at his answer, forcing him to hold back a laugh.

"Well it wasn't really my choice, LA would have been my first choice."

"Somehow LA is worse than Ohio." you blatantly say making him laugh. Before you could ask him more about which lesser of the cities were his choice, a tall figure appeared at your table.

"Hey bro, mom and dad are ready to head back." The standing figure smiled to you and smirked to Adam making him scoff at him.

"I'll be there in a few." Adam replied

"For sure," he said with another grin as he loudly slapped Adam's shoulder as he walked off.

"Was that your brother?" you asked the obvious,

"Unfortunately," he tried to not reach for his shoulder but his face grimaced in pain.

"Well." you said waiting to see how Adam was going to end this night,

"Well...what?" he chuckled ignorantly

"It was nice talking with you." you said honestly,

"Oh yeah, it was" he stands and gets ready to leave "have a goodnight y/n"

"Adam!" you raise your voice before he turns all the way, "Are you really not gonna ask for my number?"

"I didn't know you still wanted to talk with me." he rubbed the back of his neck,

"You know you have to be more bold than ordering dessert across a restaurant to know if a girl is in interested." you stood up to sort of reach his level, "So?"

He pulled out his phone and handed it to you,

"There, now we can talk more if you want to." you gave back his phone,

"Oh, I want to."

"Then I expect a text whenever possible." Both of you were aware that you would have less than a week together in Italy but it would be enough.

"Your family is waiting," you whispered,

"I'll see you soon y/n," he whispered back,

"I hope so." you watched him walk back to his family and left before they could catch another glimpse of you.

--- Day One ---

The next morning you got dressed for whatever the day presented with. You walked to a near cafe for a freshly brewed cappuccino and buttered pastry.

You were in the middle of journaling your trip so far, about to detail the discourse of the night before, when said discourse sat across from you.

"Morning stranger, I was just going to text you," he said with sunglasses on.

You nonchalantly closed your journal, "Were you? before or after ordering breakfast?"

"Well it looks like you just finished yours," he reached to the small and last portion of your croissant,

"You know what Fantilli, you are making a habit of eating my food."

"I'll make it up to you, c'mon," he softly grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the incoming tourist traffic,

"And where are we going?" you struggled to put your journal back into your bag.

"It's a surprise."

"Let me guess, the beach?"

"Somewhere where only the locals know about," he teased his idea. He noticed his hand was now intertwined with yours and hesitated to remove his hand. Before you even noticed his hand placement, he slyly moved his away to fix his hair under his hat.

After complaining of walking for at least 15 minutes, you finally went off trail, into nature, walking on sand to a huge cove opening of a secluded beach. The both of you stood in the cove's shade, watching the small waves crashing onto shore.

"I'll give you props of your local knowledge," you yelled over the ocean's noise that echoed in the cove with your hands on your hips.

"Does it make up for the croissant?"

"It does. But you still ate my gelato last night,"

"Yeah I knew you wouldn't forget about that so I have another surprise location after this one,"

"Woah, you came prepared Fantilli," you jokingly pushed him away, noticing his newfound confidence in comparison of last night.

"Do you have swim shorts on?" you asked him, inching closer towards the shore,

"Like you said, I came prepared."

"Then, last one to the water owes the other a gelato!" you bolted running halfway through your sentence, tossing your bag to the side, leaving Adam shocked but he was right after you.

Adam was far behind to see you swiftly take off your sundress and dive into the cool clear waters. Coming up for air, you saw him struggle to take off his regular shorts on the shore, leaving him embarrassed by your gaze.

"C'mon Fantilli, do you need my help?!" you yelled across the distance with a smirk. Soon he came into the water too, his shoulders shaking from the cold.

"You owe me a gelato." you said with a grin.

"Fine. But I'll just eat some of it, again." he said with a dumb smirk,

"I won't let you," you splashed a bit of water at him which ensued in a way too serious water fight. After both of you surrendering for the nth time and coughing up water, you dried out in the sun. You started a new journal entry, describing the cove and its scenery.

Adam on the other hand, noticed your small camera in an open pocket of your bag, and took it to himself to capture the late morning with photographs. He caught a single candid of you journaling, the immediate next shot was you noticing him taking pictures.

"What are doing?"

"Capturing memories." he turned the camera over the take a selfie of the two of you, "smile!"

You snatched your camera back to look at the photos and they were actually pretty good.

"So where is this second secret location, hm?"

"It's a secret for a reason."

“I don’t like secrets.” you admitted

“Yeah I can tell.”

“Don’t be rude.” you nudged his shoulder again

“I’m not, I’m just making an observation.” he laughed at your faked offense,

“Just promise me we won’t have to walk as far.”

“I promise we won’t have to walk at all.”

“Now I’m starting to like the sound of this.”

After drying in the sun completely you made it back to the city to call a taxi to take you said secret location.

The taxi dropped you off in the outskirts of the city, off the road there was a large shed of racks on racks of bicycles.

“Okay what exactly is this secret location?” you asked perplexed,

“This is only halfway to our destination, we bike the rest way in.”

Adam rented two bikes for the both of you and although you were caught off guard, you enjoyed biking, catching a breeze rather than walking in uncomfortable shoes.

You wanted to bug Adam again of where you were going on the ride to there, but you soon figured it out. In the distance there were rows of what you assumed were grape vines.

You were so preoccupied of where you were going that you didn’t appreciate the view of the countryside. It was beautiful to say the least, the skies were clear expect with big silky white clouds, the fields were bright green with patches of yellow, and the winding hills in the distance were mesmerizing.

When you reached the vineyard there was again racks on racks of bikes and once stocked away, Adam guided you to join a tour of wine tasting the freshest grapes of Italy, at least that’s what he said.

You weren’t a big drinker, nor a fan of wine but it felt appropriate to wine taste when in Italy. You didn’t want to drink too much because you did have to bike back. Which left you curious on how many people crashed into bushes on the way back.

Luckily the vineyard also had a restaurant so you could finally get something proper to eat along with the alcohol.

“Cheers,” you clinked your glass with Adam’s as the crumbs of lunch sat on your plates.

"I'll give you credit Fantilli, your locations are superb for a tourist like me. I've been graced with your existence to be my personal guide." You had a trait for theatrics.

"Thank you, but to be regarded as only a personal tourist guide hurts a little." Adam put his hand over his heart. He reached your level of theatrics very well.

"Okay in addition to a phenomenal guide, you are becoming a friendly friend."

"Friendly friend." he repeated robotically, mocking you.

"That is what I said." you took another sip of your wine to hide your embarrassment on how to describe what the two of you have. Luckily the waiter had returned with none other than strawberry gelato.

"Here you go, friendly friend, your promised gelato." He pushed the bowl towards you, "And I promise this time I won't eat it," you could tell he meant it as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"How nice of you," you took the first bite of the cold dessert which was much needed for the hot and fun day you two had. Which only made you feel bad for him.

"Do you want some?" you asked as licked your spoon clean,

He stumbled onto his words as he stared at you, "Nope I'm good."

If he really wanted some he would order one for himself, you thought. But hell, he can have a spoonful or two of your gelato. He's made a habit of paying for them so might as well.

You slightly sighed as you pushed the bowl towards him, "Go ahead have some."

"I'm fine really. Plus I bought it for you since you won fair and square." He tried to be humble but you could read him like a book in the moment.

"I can practically hear your salivating all the way from here." You dipped a new spoon into the bowl and gestured to him, "So have some."

"Are you sure?" he finally broke as he uncrossed his arms,

"Yes I'm sure. I don't want you passing out from not eating a cold soft serve on a hot day."

He didn't hesitate on your yes and dove in but was able to mumble with a mouth full, "gelato isn't a soft serve, actually."

"I should have let you passed out."

He smiled as he wiped gelato off his lips. You smiled at how stupidly cute he was. The first day spent together was short as he had plans with his family the later half of the day but promised to have a fun itinerary to spend with you.

--- Day Two ---

Your afternoon was shared with Adam this day. And he went all out this time. He told you to meet him by a near ship dock, which already had you stressed of where this was going.

He texted you the night before to wear active clothes but have a swimsuit on. When he mentioned the first you tried not to complain so early.

So you found yourself dressed in appropriate clothing waiting for him.

"Yo!" you turned to see who was calling and you saw Adam standing in a small size boat with his arms stretched out all proud.

"Hi," you walked forward, "So what's the plan for today?"

"Well do you see that island not that far away?" he pointed towards a small but very clear island across the water, "There is one my best local locations, but we have to get there on boat, obviously." he stretched out his hand to help you step inside.

"And whose boat is this?" you asked out of concern how costly these expenses were,

"My family's." he said with a soft smile. You couldn't tell if that was better or worse.

You placed your bag on the many of available seats, "Okay, so whose steering the boat?" you turned to him with your hands on your hips, looking for any other sign of the driver.

Your eyes followed Adam as he got behind the wheel, staring the engine, turning back to you; "I'm your captain this evening." he said with a big grin as he steered away from the dock, making you lose your balance,

"Oh! Of course you are!" you sarcastically yell over the loud engine. We are so dead, you thought, as you sat down in the passenger seat.

You held onto your hat as the strong winds were begging to pull it off your head. Adam noticed your uneasiness and tried to calm you with his stories of driving since a young age. After the short ride to the island and docking safely you felt slightly confident into his skills.

As soon as you two docked, you didn't notice much of the Island besides a small beach and the mountain itself.

"We're not hiking this Island, are we?" you asked as you both walked towards a base of a trail,

"Fortunately, yes." he answered as he fidgeted with his sunglasses on his nose,

"You do remember me complaining of walking yesterday right?"

"Yep" he said ever so nonchalantly

"So you thought hiking would be the next best thing to do?" you tried to reciprocate his calm demeanor but you could already imagine how sore your legs would be in the morning.

"Listen, the hike is not that bad and the view on top is rewarding!"

Ten minutes into climbing elevation, he lied. You were trying your best to control your breathing as he looked like he was barely breathing.

He was kind enough to stay with your pace though, "Just a little more," he said to inspire motivation,

"Out of curiosity, why are you not heaving like me?" He tried to laugh it off until you came to a stop. You were glad his answer was long enough for you to probe with more questions to give you a break. Nevertheless his answer left you surprised and impressed.

"Now you know why Ohio wasn't my first choice." He grabbed you hand and pulled you to keep on walking.

Now, you didn't hike the whole Island but just high enough to make matters worse, cliff jump. Still holding your hand, Adam slowly guided you towards an opening of trees and bushes to look over a cliff at dark blue water, which only made you feel sick.

"This view is not rewarding. My stomach is churning." you admitted as you pulled back from the scary view, removing your hand from his.

"Oh c'mon we are barely that high up,"

"We are high enough! Even if I were to jump, how do we get our clothes back?" you stared at him intently waiting for an answer,

He just stood there grimacing knowing you wouldn't like the answer, "We hike back...?"

"You're joking." you say exasperatedly. You didn't say it aloud, but these plans were a huge downgrade the day before.

He stepped forward and grabbed your hands, "We already made it up here and technically there is only one fun way down, so why not?"

You stood there staring at him blankly. "I'll hike back alone to get our stuff. Would you do it then?" he tried to negotiate but you were not budging,

"You would have to throw me off this cliff before I jump." your statement led him to raise an eyebrow and smirk,

"You are not throwing me off this damn cliff!" you lightly pushed his arms away,

"I would never. But think about it, if you jump you don't have to walk or hike at all!"

"If I jump, I'll probably never walk again!"

He tried to hold back a laugh, "Literally we are not that high up and if you land right you'll be fine. We'll jump together and I'll make sure."

You looked at him like he was crazy. You slowly walked over to peek over the cliff again and you guessed it wasn't that high. You shut your eyes tight and cursed him out in your head.

"Fuck it if this dive doesn't kill me you better hope it does." You started to take off your shoes and clothes revealing your swimsuit.

Adam stood there watching you and how quickly your mood changed, "You better start stripping because this adrenaline is temporary." He quickly followed suit and was ready to jump.

Your body shook in nerves and excitement, "Ready?" he asked as he held your again for the nth time,

All you could sound out was a scared mhm as you squeezed his hand. Then he started counting, "One...Two...Three!" You felt your body go numb as you ran off that cliff, involuntarily screaming before holding your breath for the cold impact. You opened your eyes underwater as you quickly tried to swim back up for air.

As soon as you broke the surface you looked for Adam. When you found him he broke the surface too and flipped his soaked hair behind him. When he saw you, he smiled making you break out into a huge grin, "You did it!" he yelled in pride,

"That was insane!" you bursted out laughing, almost turning hysterical but Adam started laughing too.

As the ocean's movement was nudging you, you admired at the island and it's size. You took in nature's colors from the dark blue water to the grey and browns rock formation to the bright green foliage of the trees. The sun was heading west on the opposite side, leaving you and Adam to float in the Island's shade.

As your adrenaline started to wear off, you started to feel how cold the water really was and decided to swim back to shore.

As you walked back to the dock, Adam asked, "So do you still want to kill me?"

"Not at the moment, no. Just don't try that scenario ever again."

You patiently waited, wrapped in a towel, for Adam to bring back your stuff, and you didn't feel any bit guilty for it.

He made it back less than 20 minutes, as you saw a glimpse of him jogging down the hill with your bag around him.

"Here you go, my lady" he passed you your bag, out of breath.

"Thank you, kind sir." you slipped on a sun dress you packed away.

After a few minutes of readjusting, you were on your way back to the mainland. Just in time as golden hour was setting in. The cool breeze felt calming after that rush. The breeze slowed down as the boat came to a slow stop.

"What's wrong?" you asked Adam, assuming the worst, if you two were now stranded right between two land markings.

"Just wanted to stop for a bit to enjoy the sunset on the water," He made his way over the rear of the boat with the cushioned seats. You followed his actions, taking a seat next to him; your torsos turned to the vast water. It was nature's silence filled with the calm waves splashing against the boat. Both of you sat there in shared existence, wishing the moment could last longer than it would end.

Adam turned his head to look at you, he noticed how the sun lit up your warm skin tone perfectly. How the golden hour made your hair shine. He couldn't describe it more awkwardly by saying, "You look shiny."

You furrowed your brows with a smirk on your face, "shiny?" you questioned as you looked at him,

"I mean you're glowing." he stumbled over his vocabulary as he wanted to smack himself,

"Glowing?" you poked fun at him crumbling right before your eyes.

"Ugh the sun is hitting your face perfectly. You look good." he said tired of his attempts to simply compliment a girl.

You reiterated plainly as possible, "I look good." ensuing him to groan in embarrassment, covering his face with his hands.

You nudge his shoulder laughing at his embarrassment, "You're adorable," you whisper.

You sat there, hugging your knees, laying your head on them as you admired the boy who has made this trip more special than you could have possibly imagined.

He turned to look at you only to be met with your intimidating gaze, but he held it as he realized for the past 48 hours, his mind has been flooded of you and only you.

As he held your shared gaze, you lifted your head, straightening your posture expecting him to lean forward. Although he considers it, he turns away and clears his throat, "We should head back before it gets dark."

He leaves you sitting at the back of the boat to start the engine. You could have sworn something was happening but didn't think twice of it. You pulled out your journal and began to start a new entry for the unexpectedly thrilling day.

Adam, now seated behind the helm, peered back at you as he started to drive off. He put his sunglasses back on as he shook his head at himself, stupid, he whispered to himself.

--- Day Three ---

The evening of the boat was two days ago. And in the habit of texting, sending voice messages, and calling whenever possible Adam had said his family were insistent on the plans they made beforehand so he couldn't meet you often as he wanted. With unfortunate timing, today was your last full day in Italy, tomorrow morning you will be on a flight back home.

You spent half the day to yourself checking things off your bucket list and trying all the cafes social media influencers suggested. When Adam texted you he was finally available, you told him you wanted to shop at a local market to buy some souvenirs. In less than half an hour he was able to meet you there, props to his running skills.

He found you admiring the gold necklaces at one stand, chatting with the vendor. He admired how bright your face lit up as you laughed, even with blacked-out shades on that made you look so, in the nicest way possible, unapproachable.

He stayed away for a bit to catch his breath. He found himself always running for you, but he would never complain. As he slowed his breath he found a site that he never thought would bother him as much as it did.

He felt his body freeze and go numb as he saw that famous smile of yours show because of a young man. He had dark, almost black hair and was slightly taller than Adam. He saw how he took the necklace you were looking at from your hands and positioned it around your neck. There was a small mirror hanged up and the man guided you to turn towards it to get a better look.

He saw your reflection as you nodded to whatever he was saying. Adam felt his jaw clenching as he saw the man move your hair off your shoulder to help you better.

As the vendor's son was trying to convince you the necklace was perfect for you, your eyes caught Adam in the reflection behind you. You turned to the overly kind man and thanked him but declined his offer for now.

You lightly jogged towards Adam and noticed his stoic expression, "Hey stranger, haven't seen you in a while," It was like he didn't even noticed you ran up to him, his gaze was still stuck on the tall dark haired man.

You placed your shades on your head, "Hello?" you grabbed his left hand to sway it side to side. Your touch is what finally made him acknowledge your presence.

"I don’t see you for two days and you’re already trying to replace me with another Italian?" he sounded so literal but he was joking, kind of.

You noticed how he looked down at you with an ever so slight pout. So you couldn't help to tease him, "Don't kid yourself Fantilli, you're from Nobleton, not Tuscany." you kept fidgeting with his hand,

His jaw dropped just a bit before he pulled his hand away after that comment, "So I'm not Italian enough for you?" he scoffed.

"No I guess not" you say in a sad voice with a pouty lip before grinning,

He crossed his arms across his chest, "I could easily use my Italian skills to get you half the price of whatever jewelry you want."

"Wait you're Italian? You haven't said so at all!?" you replied sarcastically to how many times you've heard the word Italian in a conversation.

He rolled his eyes, making you giggle, as he took two steps to walk away. You stopped him with your hand on his chest to bring him back in front of you,

"I'm just messing with you Adam, I mean your last name speaks for itself does it not?" you smiled up at him hoping you didn't actually hurt his feelings.

"You're a bully." he muttered as he looked at the general view of the market, avoiding your eyes.

"Hmm, I don't think so. But if you say so!" You interlocked your hand with his, "C'mon I really want that necklace and like you said I could use your useful Italian skills." you enunciated the overused word,

"You can get a similar necklace from another vendor." Adam stated as he led the way to another jewelry vendor, "They all sale the same products anyway." he muttered in annoyance at how he couldn't stay mad at you long.

With his help, Adam suggested and was kind enough to buy another a piece of jewelry you were eyeing. And of course he helped you to wear it as soon as you bought it. After more window shopping, you headed to have your final dinner in Italy. It was also the final shared dinner with Adam, but it was fulfilling. As you took advantage of consuming alcohol in a foreign country, conversation flowed with curiosity as you and Adam learned more about each other and life back home. Even if both of your homes were far away from each other.

“I’m gonna miss authentic strawberry gelato,” you licked your lips as you and Adam walked to the outskirts of the nearest beach. You suggested to stargaze on the beach after dinner.

“You have me to thank for that.” He bolstered himself as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you finally met sand.

As you walked a bit further to find the perfect spot to lay down, you plopped yourself to the ground, pulling on Adam’s arm with you. As you laid back you saw the twinkling stars spinning, most likely from the wine.

Adam laid down right next to you and admired the same stars, his stars not spinning as much.

“This is nice,” he whispered over the soft waves,

“This is perfect.” you whispered back,

Your left hand hesitantly searched for Adam’s and once you found it, he instantly interlocked his fingers with yours. He fidgeted with one of the rings he bought you a few hours earlier.

After the shared moment with the ocean as ambient noise, Adam sat up, making you copy him.

“Should we take a final swim?” He asked as he looked ahead at the moon reflected water,

“I don’t have a swimsuit under my dress,” you practically replied,

“So?” he said confidently,

“What are you insinuating, Fantilli?” you started to giggle, some fault at the alcohol.

“C’mon,” he stood up and he helped you up to stand. He walked closer to the water and started to take off his shirt.

“Are serious?” you sobered up quick as you fixated on his back muscles, “the water is going to be freezing!” He continued to take off his shorts, “you might want to turn around,” he offered and he stripped completely naked.

You quickly covered your eyes and shrieked at him for his boldness, “Adam what the hell are you doing!?” You heard him laugh and heard the calm water being disturbed before he shouted from the cold.

Assuming it was safe to look, you saw him floating upright in the dark water,

“Is it cold?” You whispered-yelled, afraid of someone seeing you two but it was late at night and the streets were practically empty.

“It’s alright.” He said through chattering teeth.

“Your turn.” He yelled back from the water,

“You’re insane! I’m not stripping naked!” you crossed your arms as the chilly breeze gave you goosebumps.

“Oh c’mon it’s your last night here, you have to do something insane like skinny dipping!”

You stood there contemplating. If you were going to be honest, you really did want to. You were just afraid of someone catching you two.

“You’ll regret if you don’t.” he broke your silence,

“Turn around!” You caught a glimpse of him smiling before turning around and covering his eyes. You did a final scope of the area and swiftly took of your dress and underwear. You slowly stepped into the freezing water, which felt like torture.

“It’s fucking freezing,” you nudged Adam’s shoulder as he finally turned around.

He smiled very mischievously, “What?” you nervously chuckled

“We’re both entirely naked, yet we can’t see each other because it’s so dark out.” His smile turned into a smirk.

You rolled your eyes and splashed him, not too hard because you were still afraid of being too loud. But that was hopeless as Adam splashed you back harder, ensuing part two of the water fight from the first day.

“Adam stop!” you tried to grab his hands from making any more noise. He finally put his hands down stifling his laughter at your nerves.

“We’re definitely gonna get caught with your loud ass,” you flicked water at him for the final time.

“No we’re not.” he whispered back as he flicked water at you for the final time too.

You stared at him wondering how he’s not at all worried as you are. He stared at you finding how adorable your concern was. The more you stared into his eyes and examining his face, you realized he was doing the exact same thing.

“Why are you staring at me?” you scoffed at his gaze,

“You were staring at me first.” he said matter of factly

“No I wasn’t.” you scoffed again.

Besides the water slightly rippling from trying to stay afloat, something change. You were no longer cold, as you felt heat rush to your cheeks. You noticed how shallow your breathing and how it matched to Adam’s.

Adam felt the change too. He felt his heart racing, he could hear his blood pumping through his ears. His eyes wandered over your face and looked down at your lips.

He slightly cocked his head as he leaned forward, almost immediately you reciprocated as you two slowly kissed in the ocean. Before your lips could savor his touch, your mind pulled you away from him.

“Sorry,” he quickly apologized as soon as he felt your lips disconnected from his.

“No it’s okay. I just wasn’t prepared.” you tried to cool your warm cheeks with the saltwater but it didn’t help. “I didn’t think I was going to kiss you tonight.” you admitted.

“Really? Because I’ve been thinking about it non stop since we were on the boat.” He confessed as he tried to cool the back of his neck with the surrounding water, it didn’t work either.

“Yeah- I mean- I thought about that moment on the boat too. I guess I wasn’t sure if you were going to kiss me or not.”

“I wanted too. I really did, I was just second guessing myself, so I didn’t.” he trailed off his sentence as honesty poured out from the both of you.

Both of you floated there in silence which made you giggle. Before Adam could question you, you pulled him closer for another, longer and sensual, kiss. Neither of you pulling away but each others lips melting into one another’s.

You felt his lips smile making you reciprocate but your paranoia was getting to you again as things were escalating in the water. So when you pulled away to see if anyone was nearby, Adam’s forehead bumped into your nose as he followed your lips for another kiss.

“Ow” you said simultaneously. Both of you laughed it off, Adam cutting off your laughter with multiple swift kisses.

You put a hand on his chest to stop him, “Okay lover boy, let’s get out of here before I wrinkle like a raisin.”

You got out first to dress and Adam followed second. As soon as you both got dressed, he pulled you into another kiss on the beach, making smile into the kiss, again.

He walked you back to your hotel, holding hands of course. Both of you, but Adam especially, were acting delirious. A teenage summer romance in Italy, it couldn’t be anymore perfect.

You dreadfully reached the outside of your building, signaling the end of this night and trip. You turned to Adam for the final time that night, “I’m leaving tomorrow.” You whispered as you wrapped your arms around him as you gazed up at him.

“I’m aware.” He snaked his arms around you.

“It just had to be the last hour we have together for you to kiss me.” You placed the blame on him for not speeding up the process.

“Trust me I’ve been beating myself up since our boating day.” He titled his head back in frustration.

Although the moment was bitter sweet you were elated to get to know Adam, spend your trip with him, and to fall for him.

“Adam, it’s late. I should head in, I still have to pack.” you picked at his chain around his neck.

“Right.” he hoarsely whispered. For a second he had forgotten that the sun would rise again and you would leave to go back home.

“Adam?” you softly held the side of his face to make him to look at you,

“Hm?” he softly responded,

“Will you see me out tomorrow morning? A taxi will be picking me up right here. Can we say goodbye then?”

He fondly smiles as he nods into your hand. You move your hand to the back of his neck. Steadying yourself onto your tip toes to pull him into a kiss. You pulled away first, like always. You whispered, “I’ll see you in the morning.” you took one more look at him for the night and walked inside.

Adam’s long walk back to his bed felt short as he relived the night. The smell your perfume on him. The feel your touch on his lips. He didn’t think of the goodbye. He only thought that he would see you again tomorrow.

--- Final Minutes ---

You regretted booking such an early flight. Too early to have a final Italian breakfast. You would have something at the airport, you thought as you heard your stomach growl.

You messaged Adam last night right after you headed inside what time to meet you, wincing at how early the time would be.

Now you were waiting, in the lobby with your bags, for the taxi to pull up. You checked your phone noticing Adam hadn’t texted you since last night’s meeting time confirmation.

You started to feel a knot in your stomach. Even after what happened last night, hell the whole trip: you second guessed Adam’s intentions. What if he slept in? Or worse, he didn’t show up at all? You were hoping neither.

You saw a taxi pull up front the glass windows of the lobby and stood up with shaky knees because Adam still hadn’t arrived.

As you walked outside, looking around to find him running like you always found him, you didn’t see him. You sighed as you confirmed the taxi was indeed for you. You popped the trunk as you struggled to place your luggage inside. You took one more panoramic glance and opened the back seat door.

“Wait!” you heard someone faintly yell and you knew it was him.

You saw him run up the hilly street, the same road you two walked up last night from the beach. You shook your head as he struggled to sprint up the road. As he neared, you told the driver to wait a few a minutes.

You crossed your arms and leaned back on the cars rear, visibly judging Adam’s tardiness.

“I’m so sorry. I kind of slept in, I got home late last night, but that’s no excuse. Sorry. But you’re still here and now I’m here!” He rambled on showing clear remorse, which only made you grin.

“For a second Fantilli, I thought I imagined everything that happened last night.” you softly laughed off your worries now that his presence proved otherwise.

“Everything that happened last night was very real to me.” He stated its importance of the previous late night.

“And now it’s all coming to an end.” You stood up straight, never losing his eye contact.

“Maybe it’s the end of us in Italy, but it could be more back in the states?” he ended his sentence with hope making you smile, yet again.

“If you wanna say something Fantilli, now’s your chance.” you softly chuckled at his still timid self.

“Will I see you again?” He tucked both of his hands into his pockets, nervous for your response.

“Maybe, who knows?” you shrugged your shoulders sarcastically, “Maybe I’ll see you in Ohio.” you smiled fondly at him,

“Or LA.” he replies as he remembers your first ever conversation.

“Or LA.” you repeated softly.

There was a melancholy silence shared between you two that was quickly interrupted with the taxi drivers loud horn, making both of you jump.

As you admired Adam’s laugh and smile for the last time, you pulled him in for a goodbye kiss. He quickly melted into you, his hands finding your hip and face. This kiss lasting the longest, it was Adam who pulled away first, only inches from your face as he rests his forehead against yours.

“I’ll see you whenever and wherever, Fantilli.” you whispered to him. You titled your head back to give him a soft kiss.

“Goodbye Adam.”

“Goodbye y/n.”

Adam stood there body warm and sweaty from his run but also how naturally you made him felt. He stared at your taxi driving off. As he went to turn around he saw your head pop out the window, dramatically sending him an air kiss. He laughs at your behavior, indulging your antics by dramatically catching it.

As he saw your head pop back into the car he felt his phone buzz. A text message from no one other than you, reading:

Save that kiss, it’ll be a while before I can kiss you again.

#adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli imagine #nhl imagine #jells🪼imagines #latina!reader

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Online & Anonymous 5/16

Hangster. Explicit. Years before they meet in person Bradley and Jake strike up a friends-with-benefits relationship online. And then something more like an actual relationship.

Odd year = Bradley's POV and Even year = Jake's POV

>>Bradley chatting (bold and italics)

>>Jake chatting (italics)

2005/2006 2007 2008 2009

2010 – Jake

He’s a fully commissioned officer, a naval aviator, junior grade lieutenant. He’s got his wings and he knows he’s good. He can control himself physically and he considers a plane a simple extension of that. He loves flying like nothing else. His first deployment has him practicing night landing and takeoffs, something he can’t say he’s a fan of, but he also manages better than most of his counterparts and it leaves him feeling smug. He’s getting better at flying and he’s already itching to get an invitation to

He hadn’t been convinced about switching to a different messaging app, especially one that required him to buy a new phone. However he has no regrets. The amount of messages he and Nick send back and forth increases, it’s much quicker and convenient. And while he ignores the messages he gets from strangers he definitely enjoys looking at the pictures. He jerks off more than usual but then the novelty wears off.

Nick does not wear off.

If anything Nick seems to get better. He’s definitely using the app to its full purpose, whenever he’s somewhere there are plenty of guys also using it; Nick shares stories with him, tells him about the guys he sleeps with and Jake lets himself live vicariously through him. If Jake felt more confident he’d be doing the same. Wants to do the same but is also terrified. Admires Nick for seeming not to care about being caught. Wonders if he’s developing a voyeurism kink. Except everything he sees is solely in his imagination.

>>Would you send me a picture of your dick?

>>You want a picture of my dick?

>>Yeah. I’m kind of attached to it, and I haven’t even seen it.

He doesn’t say that he’s also attached to Nick. Doesn’t want to come off as needy even if that’s exactly how he feels. He’s seen pictures of Nick’s stomach and thighs, his chest. He’s seen a hard dick being palmed through the fabric of his briefs, but god yeah, he wants to see the real thing. It’s not immediate and he wonders what Nick is doing, has already said that he’s by himself and not going to be interrupted. Then the picture comes through and he knows Nick is over six foot, maybe has big hands, and he’s holding his dick in his hand and it’s dark dusky pink at the head, his fingers are curled around the shaft loosely and god he wishes they could video chat or something, it looks average, if he assumes Nick’s hands are normal sized.

>>How big are your hands?

>>You trying to figure out how big I am?

>>Maybe.

>>I’m plenty big enough. Never had any complaints.

>>Thinking about your hands on me too.

>>They look like nice hands.

>>I used to play baseball. Big mitts.

>>Yeah? Long fingers too looks like.

>>Yeah, I play the piano. Long fingers come in handy.

>>Bet they come in handy for lots of things.

>>You’re not wrong.

Jake bites his lip, looks at the picture again, imagines wrapping his mouth around the head and licking and sucking, making Nick come with nothing but his hands and mouth.

>>Thanks for the picture. It’s a very pretty dick. Now I can imagine sucking it.

>>Fuck.

>>If we ever meet I hope I’m able to do everything properly. Like I can in my head.

>>When we meet.

Jake rolls his eyes.

>>And I don’t care about it being perfect. Sex generally never is.

>>We’ll have fun and get each other off.

>>More than once.

>>Definitely more than once.

>>We won’t leave bed for days. Maybe lock ourselves away from the world when we’re both on leave.

Jake lets himself dream.

… … …

>>Do you ever hook up with other guys?

>>In the service I mean?

>>I mean. I have once or twice. Got to be so careful.

>>There’s this subtle careful look that gets exchanged. I’ve given it and had it ignored, and either the guy isn’t up for it, or just missed it completely. Other times…

>>Other times?

>>It’s been hit and miss. Sometimes the guy is angry and can take it out on you. Other times it’s just sex. Other times they can think it’s the start of something.

>>Take it out on you? What do you mean?

>>Oh. Just.

>>Rough. Angry with the whole thing. Think they’re angry at themselves. That whole not wanting to want another man that way.

>>And you let them?

>>Sometimes. I’ve walked away when I’ve been seriously worried.

>>But I like it a little rough sometimes.

>>Reminds me I’m with a man and I don’t have to hold back my own strength.

Jake bites his lip and shifts a little, already starting to get a little hard, and they aren’t even talking about having sex with each other, just talking about sex in general and he can’t believe it’s getting him hard.

>>You getting hard?

>>Yeah.

>>You know me too well.

>>Of course I do.

>>I wonder how hard I can get you.

Jake knows exactly how hard, he goes back and reads some of their conversations sometimes and they get him hard every single time.

>>I wonder if I told you not to jerk off, and talked to you like this, whether you could come from it.

Jake knows that that won’t happen, he always needs a little friction. But…

>>I’m willing to give it a try.

>>Yeah?

>>Want me to tell you when it’s okay to touch yourself? When you can come?

>>You like the sound of that?

>>Yeah. Little bit.

… … …

He refuses to think about what he has with Nick as a relationship. At least not a romantic one. He is definitely his best friend though, right up their with Javy, although Javy hasn't ever made him come. Some months are quieter than others, and he gets it now. Nick is deployed. Hell. Considering both their schedules it’s a miracle they’ve managed so much communication already. He desperately wants to ask him which service he’s in, but unlike his name, Nick hasn’t offered to share that. However, knowing that they’re both military opens a different type of floodgate and Jake finds himself talking about his team, squad, group, platoon. He changes up what he calls them. If Nick asks he’ll tell him, because then he’ll feel better about asking himself.

The question doesn’t come though.

… … …

>>Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.

>>Other than the fact I’m gay you mean?

>>Ha ha. Yeah. Other than that.

>>I miss my parents.

Jake’s fingers hover over his phone, not sure what to say. He knows Nick’s parents are dead, and Nick knows his own parents kicked him out… God they’ve both got issues there don’t they. Still, missing them doesn’t feel like something he’d be ashamed to admit.

>>My dad died when I was three. My mom died of cancer fifteen years ago.

>>Oh shit. I’m sorry.

>>I was raised by my godfather after that, but I’m not talking to him either.

>>I miss him too sometimes.

>>I had this whole other family and I just turned my back on them and some days I wonder if it was worth it.

Jake wants to ask, wants to know, because he aches for his family some days, knows he can’t go back. His parents made it abundantly clear that he was no longer welcome, and he wonders if they’d even care if he died.

>>What made you turn your back?

>>You don’t have to tell me, just, I’m here, if you want to tell me.

>>I applied to one of the academies. He pulled my papers. Told me I wasn’t ready. So I went and enlisted anyway.

>>Oh shit.

>>Yeah.

>>So. I’m still angry about it, but I also miss them. Him. Families fuck you up.

>>Yeah. They do.

… … …

It takes a near miss and he lands on the carrier inwardly shaking, although he doesn’t let it show outwardly. But he’s just realized that if something happens to him Nick will never know. He doesn’t want to put him through that. He carefully writes down some instructions and what he wants to say, then he changes the lock code on his phone to Javy’s year of birth, he can’t forget that and it’ll remind him everyday of why he needs to be careful. But also the best. He finds Javy and walks him through it, show him where he hides the app and where he’s going to keep the envelope. Usually they’d joke about something like this, but after the day they’ve had neither of them are feeling in a jokey mood and Jake has no one else to ask.

>>I told my best friend about you. If something happens to me he’ll let you know.

>>How?

>>Gave him a sealed envelope with instructions. Told him I was trusting him, and that if he wanted to keep his sanity he wouldn’t risk opening it. You know what he said?

>>What?

>>That he’d already seen plenty of dick on the locker room and wasn’t going to go looking for any more.

>>But also that he’d do it. So. Yeah.

>>You don’t have to worry about me dropping off the face of the earth and forever wondering what happened to me.

>>He’ll let you know.

>>Wow. Okay. That’s really thoughtful of you.

>>Thanks I guess.

>>Shit. I hadn’t even thought of it.

>>I’ll do the same. It’s not like what I’m doing is any safer than what you’re doing.

>>Yeah. I think not knowing would be the worst part.

>>I wanted to ask you, if you could do that for me.

>>So thanks for offering already.

>>You sure you don’t want my name? That would suck to find it out after I’ve died.

>>Don’t think calling you anything different will make you dying easier on me.

>>So try not to die okay?

>>I’ll do my best.

2011 - Bradley

#online and anonymous #Hangster #Sereshaw #hangman x rooster #Top Gun Maverick fanfic

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atntbitchmobile · 1 day ago

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Mr player | BNHA x Seme Male Reader Harem

Chapter 5 Encounters

No smut, plot heavy.

You woke up to a headache. The worst headache you've had in about months, almost as if a truck hit you all together. Your mind was tired, sucked out of all possible energy yet your body had the tendency to feel energized as ever. Groaning, you slowly sat up, now beginning to notice the lack of clothes and the unfamiliar surroundings. Shit. Don't tell me I got drunk and fucked somebody last night.

That's exactly what you did. Horrified, you turned to look at who was sleeping beside you, hoping it wasn't at least a dead-looking creep, only to be greeted by the sight of a certain Hitoshi Shinsou with a bed head.

As if trucks weren't enough, realization hit you like a damn train, sending you off flying as you remembered just how long the both of you went for. You were pretty sure it was an hour past 12, and the cum-covered male beside you was proof of that. If the stupidity wasn't enough, you were in a hotel either, definitely far from the dorms.

So you couldn't sleep in the whole day. How convenient.

You got up, feeling a few raw scratch marks on your back. Shinsou was certainly as wild as his hair, and thinking back to the way he practically begged for you to choke him harder sent a shudder down your spine.

You picked up the clothes on the floor, throwing them to the bed as you ran the shower. Checking your pockets, you were glad your possessions were still there- wallet, keys, and phone. At least you weren't robbed last night. You can hear him stirring awake, grumpy and undoubtedly sore.

"(M-m/n)..? Agh... Everything hurts." He grumbled as he opened his eyes, feeling his cheeks flushed as he immediately remembered why he was here. He felt the embarrassment crawl up to him, and a certain memory of his very loud moaning flashed back in his mind. "God.. That was-"

"Great. Yeah." You finished his sentence, turning towards him with a lazy smirk. You didn't even have clothes on, and his eyes immediately landed on your nether regions. He gulped, knowing that just plowed him last night. He couldn't help but drool over your lean body, and the natural bed hair on your head that definitely wasn't hot at all. No, no, not at all. He really wasn't ogling.

Shinsou didn't deny that as he struggled to get up, grunting as he moved his thighs. You chuckled, stepping in to help him stand. There was no doubt that he felt a little awkward, now that it registered just how flirty he was being. As far as he could tell, he actually made the first move when he whispered against your ear, something about going somewhere else alone.

He was overthinking things, almost wondering if you thought he was too bold. On the other hand, you thought none of it at all, you weren't even thinking about him.

Suffice to say, you took him out for breakfast that morning and accompanied him to his dorms. That solidified his attraction further, because all the way there the two of you only continued to talk and vent- still talking shit about the people you hate.

And the moment you were back to your own room, you immediately flopped down your bed and slept. To hell with malls and spending your weekend with friends, you were too tired to even give a shit as a single buzz came from your phone.

Unknown Number

Hey.

----

It was hours later when you got up from your deep slumber, mind now refreshed as you were able to get the rest you needed. You were thirsty and immediately rushed to get a glass of water. Once you came back, you checked your phone and raised a brow at the message you received hours prior.

Normally, people just assume they've got the wrong number, but you were bored. There was nothing else better to do, so you guessed it wouldn't hurt to mess around, see if you get a reply.

You

Hey?

Not even a whole ten minutes later, you heard another ping. That was fast, too fast.

Unknown Number

Oh wow, no stranger danger rule?

You

What am I, ten?

Unknown Number

Well, freaky world out there.

You

Yeah, says you. Do you just go around texting people? Who's this?

Unknown Number

Easy there, why would I reveal my identity to a stranger?

You

...

Unknown Number

I go by Dabi.

You

I'd make a dab joke, but that's outdated.

Unknown Number

Try and I'll kill you.

You

Ooh, scary.

Anyway, we could totally hang-out sometime. Unless you're a human trafficker. I'd kick your ass and send you to jail.

Unknown Number

I don't sell people, I can guarantee that.

You

Cool.

See ya.

Unknown Number

It's not like you made yourself a possible target for every danger out there in a span of 15 minutes. As if that wasn't a further contender for all the bad decisions already.

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Monday rolled in quick, with the rest of the time before it spent on training your close combative skills. Just in case some villain out there actually tries to sell you in the black market. "Yeah, right, how much would I cost anyway?" You grumbled as you walked towards the halls with no particular care. It was about lunch time, and you wanted to spend it alone as you held the cafeteria bread in your hand. This plain-looking food you'd think would be bland tasted even way better than most pastries you've had in your life. Who the hell gave U.A. this much power?

With your head practically shifting from topic to topic, you failed to notice the figure gloomily walking against the wall, as if he was trying not to be seen. He would've avoided you, but it was too late when you crashed into him so suddenly. Snapping out of your thoughts, you looked down to see a horrified dark haired male under you. He opened his mouth like a blobfish, trying to say something coherent as he squirmed under you.

No, (M/n), it's not the time to be thinking about how inappropriate this could look.

You immediately jumped back, holding your hand out to help him out. "Crap. Sorry for that, I wasn't looking." You apologized as he looked away, and if you weren't wrong, he was even slightly trembling.

Socializing.. Not cool. Don't talk to me. Potato. Your head is a potato- it's not working!

The male chuckled nervously, getting himself up without the help. He bowed his head, muttering an apology before scampering away to wherever he just disappeared to. What a day.

You didn't expect to see him again, not under the title of 'The Big Three' as they trudged in towards the classroom. You perked a brow as he went ahead to introduce himself in class, only to look like he was out for murder. And though the rest of your classmates were intimidated by his intense gaze, you simply waited for him to-

to wimp away at a wall as he bumped his forehead against it. Repeatedly. The bubbly girl next to him tried to console him to no success. Man, he's such a ball of nerves, isn't he?

You further knew him as Tamaki Amajiki, with a particularly interesting quirk. Without the constipated look on his face, he actually was pretty attractive, though it was obvious he lacked some confidence in himself.

Speaking of the big three, Class 1-A was absolutely wrecked by one of them. Mirio Togata excelled in combat, though granted he almost practically flashed himself in front of the whole class. He was a demon's weakness, because for all you know he wasn't off scale at all. No one could even graze him, and that was a bad kick to the pride.

You went home half-inspired and half-insecure with your abilities. Your quirk had a core weakness, and that's snatched up by all the good left in this world, which you first concluded wasn't a lot. Everyone is prone to a sin, as even famed heroes can become prideful and the strongest, most terrifying villains have the wrath and the greed to pummel them back down. You clicked your tongue as you headed off to another direction, all far from the dorms and disregarding the rules about curfew.

Feeling a little more off, you headed to the busy streets to get some kind of gratification for your quirk. You needed something, anything to tell you that you weren't powerless at all.

That something came in the form of a strange, scarred man you saw heading to an empty alleyway. He had someone in his grip, dragging them towards the dark portion with a hand covering their mouth. You furrowed your brows, following the two from a fairly safe distance. You know you could hold your own, you were confident, though you could feel a certain dark-haired teacher scrutinizing you and lecturing you in your head.

Blue fire came from the dark alley, lighting it up considerably as the smell of burnt flesh filled your nostrils. Your eyes widened- now knowing exactly what was happening. Immediately concluding it was a villain, you listed your chances.

One, you're a student in training. Two, you don't have the privilege to be using your quirk in public. Three, you'll get a beat-down if word ever reaches U.A.

Four, villains are the food of your quirk. Wrathful, greedy, prideful, lump it all in to them. Five, self gratification.

There were more cons to this than pros, but you decided anyway to release your pheromones into the air. Lower their guard and attack, that's the plan.

"You'll more or less meet the same fate as the dead guy here. How's that going for you?"

You heard his sarcastic, deep voice clearly, and damn did that shock you quite a bit. Was he talking to you? He couldn't be, you were well hidden-

"Just come out. I know you're there."

You masked your inner emotions as you stepped out to heed to the villain's words. Once he turned around, you couldn't miss the slight surprise in his eyes, and what seemed to almost be a flash of recognition.

"Oh. You." He said in instinct, like he just knew who you were. You narrowed your gaze at his choice of words, immediately activating your quirk. Your pair of red eyes contrasted to the blue fire surrounding the male as you began piling up his negative emotions into power. Your quirk acted like a vacuum to these emotions, storing them all until you're ready to convert them into something.

And he had a lot of it. You could make out wrath the most, burning into him like a hot embers. Most of it came from his scars, the burn marks all over his body as seemingly only the staples held him up together.

"I don't intend to attack you, Mr. UA student. " He shook his head, and the blue flame in his hand diminished as he playfully raised the both of them over his head. You raised a brow, but you were still on guard.

"Too bad. I don't feel the same way." You grinned as you rushed in, wasting no more time. Leaping into the air, you clenched your fist behind you, ready to send him into the wall using his own emotions against him. His eyes widened, clearly no expecting you to charge in. He barely managed to dodge, and your fist grazed his stapled cheek. You could tell he was holding back when he lit up his palms in a controlled manner, and you didn't know why.

"Scared of a student, mr. villain?" You spat as you went after him, hit after hit. Some would land, some he'd dodge. His emotions were a never-ending source, almost as if he'd never run out of negativity. Damn, what an edgelord.

"I'm pretty sure you know I'm holding back, brat." He retorted, finding an opening to push you against the wall. Pinning an arm down, he looked at you menacingly. "Look, as much as I want to turn you into a pile of ashes, I don't want my own neck to disintegrate either. So do me a favor and get out of here. "

His words really aren't making any sense. Is he saying he'll be harmed if he attack you?

That aside, he was underestimating you, and that's exactly what you needed. With a scoff, you watched as his face morphed that into pain, or at least what's left of his facial muscles anyway. He toppled over, clutching his head as a sharp pain pierced through his skull. You kicked him off of you, eyes glowing brighter than before.

"Wh-what the h-hell-Agh-!" You heard him groan as he fell to his knees, clutching his head with his hazy vision. If it went on, he was literally going to bash his head against the concrete. His own nightmares played by his mind, the images of his burning skin and all the pain he had to endure up to this point, and though you couldn't see it, you knew very well they had to be really bad for your quirk to work this good.

"Damn. You're one wrathful villain." You whistled as you bent down, patting his head as you slowly made it stop. He breathed heavily, body overheating from the reopened trauma he just re-lived. "What the fuck was that?" He growled as he looked at you. Wary, yet unable to do anything.

"Don't know. That was all you. I don't even know what you saw. Rough childhood?"

He glared daggers at you, slapping your hand away from his head. You only smiled, yeah, that was kinda fun.

"I'm (M/n). Let's get coffee some time."

Unknowingly, you just invited the same villain to hang out with you twice.

"You're crazy."

#my hero academia #mha x male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x male!reader #seme male reader #male reader

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eternalreignblog · 1 year ago

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GP Lexa receives a text from an unknown number. When she opens it, she finds a nude of Clarke who sent it to her by mistake. Lexa decides to play along and sends a dick pic back

Tossing her bag down on the kitchen table, Lexa groaned audibly as she collapsed down on the sofa. She was exhausted after a long, hard day at the fire station and wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, bury herself under her doona, and sleep for a week.

Hearing her phone ping with a notification nearly made her scream, thinking it might be her boss calling her back in for a double shift.

Mentally preparing herself for disappointment, Lexa hoisted herself up and ruffled through her bag to find the offending device. Swiping to unlock her phone, Lexa was pleasantly surprised to see a message from an unknown number rather than her boss.

Sighing in relief, Lexa plonked herself back down on the couch and opened up the message, assuming it was another one of those scam attempts.

Her eyebrows shot up instantly, and her dick twitched in approval as an image of a perfect set of tits flashed up on her screen with the caption "thinking of you 💋"

There were no links. No, 'click here to see more' or any other tell-tale sign of a scam message, so Lexa concluded she must be the lucky recipient of a wrong number sext.

Her cock was getting hard looking at the mirror snap of the strangers gorgeous breasts, thinking about sliding her dick between them and cumming on the lips that were just out of frame. She could see some tendrils of blonde hair over petit shoulders, but the stars of the show were definitely the huge breasts sitting proud, nipples hard, and pointing toward the camera in all their double-D glory.

Feeling bold, and now kinda horny, Lexa shoved her pants down enough to free her now rock hard cock, and started stroking.

Before she could think about it too much, she snapped a pic of her dick standing tall, bead of precum leaking from the tip as she jerked it to the strangers picture.

Lexa had to admire the photo for a second as her slim waist and small hands had the added effect of making her cock look huge by contrast.

She quickly typed out "now I'm thinking of you too 🍆💦" and sent off the message to the unknown number.

Her heart was beating with nerves and lust, never having sent an intimate image to a partner before, let alone a perfect stranger.

She went back to admire the nude, still impressed by the quality assets in the photo. Lexa was definitely a boobs girl, and this set was notging short of magnificent.

Lexa was stroking her cock, slowly working herself up when she almost dropped her phone in surprise when a new message came through.

Scrolling excitedly down to the new pic, Lexa let out an audible groan at the sight of the woman's naked body. She was lying on her bed, one knee up with a hand between her legs, touching herself as she took the photo from just above her chest so Lexa had a perfect view right down her gorgeous figure.

The woman had captioned it "what are you thinking about?"

Lexa was invested in this little game now, pulling herself up off the sofa and meandering her way ungracefully to the bedroom, knocking into walls and furniture in her haste, all while divesting herself of her clothes haphazardly.

She came to a halt in front of her bathroom mirror, and before she could overthink how utterly insane she was being by sending nudes to a total stranger, she snapped a shot of her torso and cock, the frame starting just under her breasts and showcasing her abs.

Smiling smugly, she sent the picture with the line, "sliding my cock between your tits before I fuck you hard,"

Laying down on her bed, Lexa waited not so patiently for a reply while slowly jerking herself.

After less than a minute, a massage came through, and Lexa was mildly disappointed when no image was attached - until she read the words.

"Your cock looks delicious, i want to taste it 🫦"

Lexa groaned audibly as the image of her cock dissapearing into the mysterious woman's mouth flashed through her mind.

Before she had a chance to respond, a picture came through, and Lexa nearly came on the spot as she took in the image of a decent sized dildo sliding into a soaked pussy. Moments later, another message followed.

"I wish this was your dick,"

Without thinking, Lexa fired back, "I would fuck you so much better, I would eat your pussy till you're screaming before rolling you over, sliding in and fucking you until you cum on my cock,"

The three dots appeared straight away.

"Slap my ass while I'm face down on the mattress and I'll cum so hard on your cock. I want your cum inside me so bad,"

"I would fill you up so much you'd feel it dripping out for a week,"

"I'd clean you up so good, lick all our cum off your dick,"

"I'd make sure you get every last drop,"

The rapid-fire texts stopped for a moment, and Lexa was disappointed because she was so close to busting that one more message would probably have sent her over the edge.

Stroking herslef, Lexa could feel the beginnings of her orgasm. Scrolling through the chat and looking at the pictures again, she was so close to nutting. God, this girl was hot as fuck, Lexa sent a silent shout out to whoever the dumbass was that gave her the wrong number.

Their loss. Lexa’s unequivocal gain.

Then, as if by some kind of divine intervention, another message and pic appeared on Lexa's screen.

Her eyes raked over the new image of pretty pink pussy lips absolutely covered in slick, two fingers sliding through the mess with the caption: "i just came so hard thinking about your cock,"

It was exactly what Lexa needed, the thought of her cock replacing the fingers in the pic sent her careening over the edge, cumming hard all over her abs.

She stroked her dick to squeeze out every last drop, only adding to the impressive load that had accumulated. Lexa hadn't cum this hard or this much in ages and the release left her feeling spent and relaxed.

After she came back down to earth, and with her last ounce of energy, Lexa snapped a pic of the mess she'd made and sent it off, "wish you were here to clean me up," she added before she collapsed in exhaustion.

**********

The next morning, Lexa woke to find herself in pretty much the same position she fell asleep in, and just as messy. Kicking her past self for not at least cleaning up before falling asleep, Lexa dragged herself out of bed and into the shower.

Thinking back on the crazy events of the night before, Lexa could hardly believe it had even happened. She opened up the convo with the stranger to rehash the memory and prove to herself that it was indeed real and not some fatigue induced hallucination.

What she wasn't expecting to find was a fresh massage -

"I have no idea who you are, you're definitely not the person who gave me their number last night, but damn girl, I need your cock in my life. If you're in Polis, and fuck I hope you are, be at Grounders Bar at 10pm tonight, I'll be the one in red,"

As soon as she finished reading, Lexa was on the phone to her boss to change shifts.

There was no fucking way she was going to be anywhere other than Grounders tonight.

#prompt #ask #g!p Lexa #Wrong Number AU #i forgot about this little gem #hiding away in my drafts #enjoy some bonus gp lexa content #clexa #clexa smut

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imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese · 4 months ago

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Destinytober24: Day 22 - Flare

Totally cheating here. This one's a chunk for a larger WIP set during Beyond Light that I haven't posted anywhere yet.

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

Content warning: mature language & themes

"Hey, Moondust."

Two feet from him in the small, cramped cave they had managed to dig for themselves with a combination of Hive magic and Solar energy after the avalanche, Eris's three green eyes brightened.

"I am trying to sleep, Rat."

"It's really cold." Steam escaped from his mouth. His rebreather was, along with most of their bulky equipment, in a small heap at their feet.

"Is it? I'm so glad you pointed this out. I do not know how I would have noticed otherwise."

The Drifter grinned at her.

"Look, I know we only just got here and we don't know each other all that well yet, hardly at all, really, but it's gonna be at least six hours before the blizzard clears, and who knows how many hours after that till the Stranger can get equipment to dig us out of this bullshit. Would you please let me keep you warm?"

"No."

He sighed. "Fine. I guess neither of us are sleepin' tonight then."

"My temperature should have no bearing on your sleep patterns, and you should have no bearing on mine."

"I watched enough people freeze to death, Moondust. It's pretty shitty of you to make me watch you do it, but that's your choice. My choice is to not wake up to find yet another member of my crew frozen to the floor. I had enough of that already, thank you very much. So if you ain't gonna keep yourself from dyin' then I'm gonna talk to you all night long, because as soon as you stop responding, we got about twenty minutes before the point of no return."

Eris glared at him from her sleeping bag for a few moments with a snarl on her mouth. He met her gaze and kept his expression as neutral as possible. After a few moments the snarl left her mouth.

"You are genuinely worried."

"It ain't worry. It's experience. I know exactly what it takes to kill someone with cold and we are in it right fuckin now. No amount of blankets is gonna cut it without an additional heat source and you ain't got no ghost. You will die and you will not come back from this, and that is not an outcome I am willing to accept."

"Bold of you to assume that you are a sufficient heat source to keep us both alive."

The Drifter rolled his eyes, partially unzipped his sleeping bag, reached out his hand between their two faces and snapped his fingers. A jade coin appeared between his thumb and forefinger with a flare of solar energy that settled down to a small flickering flame, illuminating both their faces.

"Hmmm…"

"I don't wave it around much and I don't want it, or like it, but I use it when I need to. And this is definitely a need to situation. And yes I can keep us both warm. So would you please get your stubborn three-eyed ass over here and cuddle me?"

"Very well." Eris growled. "If you tell anyone…"

"Yeah, yeah. Drifter's everyone's dirty little secret. Don't want people thinkin' you're tainted by association. I know. I'm used to it."

Eris removed her chestplate and pauldrons, shuffling them over with the rest of their equipment before draping her sleeping bag on top of the Drifter's and awkwardly climbing in next to him.

It was a tight fit and it was easier to face each other with Eris partially on top of him with his arms around her and her ear against his chest. The Drifter concentrated. A flare of Solar energy made him slightly incandescent. Eris gave an involuntarily contented sigh and pressed herself up against the very welcome warmth.

"This is genuinely better. Thank you."

"Can't keep it continuous but as long as we space it out enough we should be fine. And no one ever need know ol' Drifter kept ya warm tonight. Trust."

"I'm sure you've had lovers who don't mind being seen with you."

"Not really no. Generally lovers implies love, not just a quick lay or, at best, a fuck buddy. I ain't the guy you bring over to meet your friends. I'm the itch ya scratch out back where no one can see, and then ya wash your hands real well after to get the mud off and try to hide the smell, so nobody finds out."

"You are certainly not making any effort to seem less repulsive now."

"I know what I am."

"And quite proud of it."

"Ain't nobody else ever gonna be."

"And yet you choose to be."

"What other choice do I have, exactly, Three-Eyes? No one expects emotional fulfillment from a fucktoy."

Eris shook her head. "That's… so…"

"Nasty?"

"Yes." "What, you think I should have more self respect? Think of myself as something better than a cock to ride, or a mouth to grind against, a hole to fuck?"

Eris made a face at the sheer crudeness of what was coming out of his mouth.

"…Or several of the above all at once, depending upon the situation." He winked.

"Yes," she said, her voice exasperated.

The Drifter laughed a short bitter laugh and looked down at her with sad cold eyes and a wry smile. "It's almost sweet you think that."

"I am many things," Eris snarled. "Sweet is not one of them."

He looked away with a grin. "Oh I know, still, sure are nice to cuddle, and you're not even making me pay you." He looked back at her and winked again.

"I'm sure you are more than capable of getting people to cuddle you without financial compensation."

"Yeah," The heat flared from within him again, suffusing them both with warmth. "But I wouldn't wanna."

"What? You are clearly desperate for affection."

"Look, I'll lie and cheat and steal, and do anything, including convince someone they wanna fuck me, to survive. Sure. But if I don't need it to live, I'd rather keep it transactional so everyone gets what they put into it and no one gets used."

Eris raised her three eyes to look at him. "What you just described as your… love life… is, by definition, being used."

"Well at least this way I get to choose when and how I get used. And, while I may be everyone's dirty little secret, I'm also a fantastic lay."

"Ugh."

"That's why so many of 'em come back and then continue to tell me not to talk about it." He grinned at her.

"Tsch." If Eris Morn could have rolled her Hive eyes, she absolutely would have.

They lay in silence for a few moments, occasionally shifting, their bodies becoming gradually more comfortable. "You are such a strange creature, Rat."

"Yeah?"

"So many layers and masks and contradictions."

"Bein' alive as long as I have'll do that to ya."

"It is a trauma response."

"Living?"

"Feeling as though one is unable to form meaningful emotional connections with others without a transaction or someone being used."

"Yeah well," Solar energy flared from within him again and they both relaxed against each other in response to the warmth. "That's why I'm still breathing."

Eris moved slightly next to him. She pulled off one glove with her teeth and reached out with a bare hand, her fingers slowly approaching his face.

He jerked his face away from her hand. Her fingers paused, inches away from his cheek.

"The fuck you doin'?"

"Perceiving you."

She slowly reached her fingertips out and began lightly brushing them against his bearded cheek, tracing his eyebrows, her middle finger gently tracing the scars at the corners of his eyes.

The Drifter's heart began racing in his chest. He blinked as her fingers traced along his forehead and down his nose, barely touching. He began to tremble as her fingertip approached his lips.

"Stop," his voice was a haggard whisper.

"Hmmm…." Eris withdrew her hand.

"Don't do that."

Eris tilted her head against him, not looking up at his face. "My apologies. That is not the reaction I was expecting."

"Don't touch me like that… please…" he sounded terrified.

"Why?"

He bit his lips and swallowed. "It… hurts."

"That… was not my intention. I am sorry. Should we resume sleeping separately?"

"No. Just… don't touch me like that, Eris. That ain't fair."

"Fair? I do not understand your meaning."

"That is not how someone like you should touch someone like me." His voice shook.

Eris was silent for a moment. "You genuinely believe yourself less than human. Transformed by your experiences into something else."

"Yeah well, you don't go through what I've gone through and not have… problems."

"It is a sentiment with which I am… familiar."

"Two peas in a pod, Moondust." Solar heat flared out from him again.

"And yet, you do not wish the other… pea… to perceive you as you are… you both want and are terrified of being known and understood."

"That has um… traditionally not ended well for me, no."

"How disappointing. You have been suggesting for some time now that your loneliness might find companionship with mine."

"We can find companionship without you touchin' me like that." He swallowed hard.

"I had thought you would… like it."

"The problem isn't not likin' it. It's likin' it too much. And that ain't somethin' I can do, Moondust."

"Why?"

"It's too close."

"You do not trust me and fear I will betray you."

"Nope. Wouldn't be cuddlin' you to keep you alive if I thought you might."

"A fear of attachment, then?"

"Sure, you can call it that."

"Like an abused animal, baring its teeth and shrinking away from an outstretched hand, so unused to kindness and compassion, you cannot accept it, even when you know that is what is being offered."

"Well that sounds pathetic."

"It is. Tragically so."

"Well, if that's the case, maybe I… maybe I just need time to get used to it."

"Unfortunate. That is one of the things we do not have."

"End of the world. Yeah. Sucks."

"What do you want?"

"Right now? To not have either of us freeze to death would be nice, which reminds me…" Solar energy once more flared out from him, easing the chill.

"What do you want from me?" Eris asked pointedly.

The Drifter sighed deeply. "I… I don't know. Friendship maybe?"

"And yet, you do not feel someone like me should be touching someone like you… like that."

Eris sighed again against his chest, not looking at him, speaking to the ice around them. "I do not know how I am to befriend you if you are so deeply afraid of being perceived. The connections I make with others are not trite. I do not form relationships that are.. transactional but perhaps the terminology will be of use to you."

Three eyes met two. "The cost of my friendship is your vulnerability. Your willingness to be touched, both physically and emotionally… like that."

The Drifter sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, "That's a high price, Moondust."

"Things of great value often are."

"You go lookin' in dark corners, I don't think you're gonna like what you find."

"I have lived in the dark. I do not fear it. It is part of who you were. It does not dictate who you are now."

He bit his lips again. "I wanna believe you on that. I really do."

"Then choose to do so."

The Drifter looked up at the ice above them, tinged with the glow of Soulfire, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and softly said "Ok."

"Ok?"

He nodded. "Ok."

Eris reached her hand out and once more began exploring his face, her fingertips ghosting over his skin, brushing gently, carefully. Moving slow. As her fingertips brushed his cheekbones once more, tracing the line along his beard, her hand stilled. A single tear, its wetness stark and sharp in the cold, trickled across the side of her index finger, tumbling into the creases in her skin.

She held it reverently as the Drifter's Solar heat suffused into them both once more.

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moonliched · 1 year ago

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Hello again dearest! In such a short time there are already two chapters? What, and what chapters they are! You really outdid yourself with those. I hope you won't mind me rumbling once again.

I love what you did with Y/n and bon-bon. The introvert that keeps a lot to themselves due to the way they were raised and what they experienced wanting to have time for themselves since their once oasis is now swarming with people and they feel like they might have lost one of a few friends they have. And the Ai that is separated from all and though he doesn't want to admit it is very lonely, wants to be included wholly in life of an only person he considers a friend and still figuring out feelings, boundaries and all. Bon-Bon is terrified of being alone again seen by everyone as nothing more but code. He got so scared when Y/n wanted to leave without him, imidiatly assuming he did something wrong. It's devastating that he thought It was some kind of sick blackmail. I understand him but y/n also needs private time, especially when they want to clear their head. It shows they really care about each other even though sometimes it's hard. I really liked what you are doing with it. This problem, dare is say conflict is in no way out of character for either of them. It adds to them a lot. But well I didn't expect less from you dear with developing relationships I'm your fic ❤️

It's cute how Sun treated Y/n as some stray cat. I adopted a very timid and fearful dog a few years back, and I laughed so hard when Sun said the same thing I was saying when I tried to comfort my dog. The "please don't run". Sun just saw a cool water puppy and went to adopt instantly lol.

Sun seeing a weird water puppy aviable for adoption - : )

The weird water puppy appears to be fully sentient and can talk (although eats raw food -a little weird) - :0 ---> : D

The image of Sun trembling with excitement is just so precious to me. I really like what you did with his character there. I said before that you are incredibly good in writing an interesting individuals with the others ( Especially Vanessa) but I have to say it again. You balanced him really good. He is still very giddy and easily excitable but he is not stupid. He is talkative and trusting but he can be ominous and kinda manipulative when he needs to. Not to mention bold and confronting - the scrabble with Moon. Although very considerate about well being of others - when he peirced Y/n's skin. Also sneaky little bastard knows exactly how to use his cuteness in his advantage. It amazes me how well such contrasting characteristics sit so well within one character. It doesn't feel forced or out of character when he changes attitude, everything goes smoothly and pleasant. You did a great job darling!

Y/n gave him truth, raw fish and a few laughs and he is all in for a sleepover in their *ekhem* nest. Which from different sentences can mean a lot to a mermaid. I also think that y/n broke the barrier by showing them were they sleep. I think that for mermaids it's very intimate and private thing that not many may know about. As they said something might swim in and attack, it's better to keep the strangers away. That's also why I think Sun was so excited about seeing it - he saw it as a big step in the relationship he so desires. But who can blame him? Y/n pinned him to a wall like a true Chad they are, Sun really felt that highshooler rizz. He had to reboot after lolol

Sun: it's okay, we are friends! Don't panic

Y/n swiftly pins Sun to the wall wrapping themselves around him in a protective grip

Sun: (squidward voice) Oh no they are hot

I love Y/n's and Sun dynamic! They match each other very well. They are very cute together. You are amazing! Their interactions are very pleasent to read!

I like that you keep good communication within them. From Moon confronting y/n about injuries on his Sun, and y/n explaining what happened. No lying, no place for insinuations. Because once again. Communication 👏 Is 👏 the key👏

- although he didn't do it first thing, shame on him, but we can all agree sometimes when we think the one we love has been hurt it's hard to control yourself. Especially when Moon started developing feelings for y/n, it must have been really confusing experience for him. Not only emotions from noticing the injury on Sun. But adding to that, hurt, sadness, anger, confusion and the feeling of betrayal that all clues lead to that someone that you care about did it. I can imagine it was awful and going by that his conversation with us was very calm. -

Y/n putting boundaries about what they not feel comfortable with and Sun respecting them ( as best as he can) I'd lovely COMMUNICATION PEOPLE look at Sun and Moon - bad communication = problems and hurt feelings. Not good. I hope y/n will teach them some healthy talking you go Queen. It's funny they sent them on a couple therapy trip together.

And Ohoho Moon you secretive little gremlin. Although I understand his concern af first, he might not wanted to inform Sun about it out of fear Y/n might be dangerous or not interested in contact with them at all, and wanted to save Sun from disappointment, as we see he tends to excite too much and as we saw the idea of a new company is just making him explode with emotions. And also I can understand trying to keep someone you care about to yourself while you still try to develop the solid relationship with them. Although I do think Moon was a little selfish there. He has a lot of explaining and apologising to do when they get back home.

And oooo I love Sun and Moon's relationship! Although they aren't in their best moments now, you cwn still see the affection shine through. ya knooow, calling him his. Ya know. Also the soft shoulder bump Moon did at the end of the chapter and wrist grab so so so cute.

And ohoho I do feel the unnamed jealousy from y/n seeing the two as the romantic partners. It is not big, but it is there. I see it blooming jnto some future drama. I love your foreshadowing.

Lolol Moon was trying to give y/n raw fish at the beginning of the fic not because that was what he eats but because y/n tried to feed him raw food while he was trapped. Now he thinks they enjoy it like that. It's so funny to me. I am loving this. He was like weird flex but OK have some more. Oh lichie you are amazing and a genius I wasn't seeing that coming in any way. It gave me such a big surprise and smile!

I think Sun seeing them eating oysters raw and (in their eyes) not knowing what cooking is, will solidify this idea in their heads. I mean y/n didn't really tell Sun they know what cooking is. He felt he has to explain it to them. So as far as they are concerned humans eat their food raw. Oh I Love it. And what's funny it's kinda accurate with our mc, I mean they do have different taste being half water creature. And ooh he will for sure be teasing Moon about being fed raw fish as a form of revenge.

I started wondering how would they cook I mean baby boy what u cooking with? A gazer? What u seasoning with? A kelp? Where your stove at? This chapter had MANY big lore things dropped at us. Like the Sun remembering about walking, or something about the pictures he saw. I have no clue were will it lead but I am excited to find out!

I love how Eclipse is just vibing in the background. I don't know if you will introduce him to us in the future but either way it's very pleasent writing in both cases - giving him his screen time, before he truly appears - giving us a lot of his character in the way. And if you decide to keep him in the background it's a nice world building, An addition that he is there just vibing and minding his own business. Doing mer stuff.

Moon sees an alien - tries to study them.

Sun sees an alien - tries to befriend them.

Eclipse sees an alien - nuh huh, I ain't playin with this, peace.

He is such a cute little big guy wondering around I love him.

I think it is very lovely that Sun has to now experience everything about y/n just like Moon has. He noticed them having second skin (although didn't comment on it) and unfortunately had to experience their softness and lack of scales. Better sooner than later seeing how energetic he is I wonder If he will ask Moon about his knowledge about us or will try to figure us out on his own like a little game of his.

I wonder what their reaction would be if Y/n let their hair loose. It could kinda imitate Sun fins in the way! And I imagine while out of the water they would be much longer than their braids! Creating the smooth curtain almost to the ground. And like when I think about it , it could be so magical for them that we can 'form' our 'fins' as we wish in a matter of seconds. One second in the water it's a magnificent crown around our head, next second it's a slick, long thing almost as long as our form. Moon saw us in the different hairstail yes but it was still tied up!

Oh! I love the way you represent their biological and cultural differences. It's such a soft and intriguing thing. With all characters being mesmerised by another. Wanting to get to know more about them and explore them. I really enjoy moments like that when little things as a cartwheel brought them so much joy. It is a very nice world building.

I am very curious what's the deal about readers name. Is it just a way to keep the story y/n friendly without an usage of a name? They can't pronounce it? Or is there something more to it? Is giving your name a big deal for a mermaid? Sun didn't give us his after all... Sun's reaction intrigued me.

And the idea of Sun dragging himself into Y/n's room is so funny and possible at the same time. Give him directions and, oh there he goes. On his way. I would love to see boys sneaking into Y/n room to have a slumber party, I think they would love blankets. Although I don't know if it will be possible to them to do so. Can you imagine being Roxy heading out to get a snack only for a big mermaid to drag itself rapidly into another hallway fallowed by another one. Oh I Love it

I hope Moon and y/n will be able to mend what was broken. As much as I understand y/n, their attitude and conclusions that Moon tried to drown them I felt sorry for a guy. I don't know what was he planing but he seemed terrified when we recalled it as a drowning or a murder attempt. It's awesome they talked about it, and that he apologised! But damn fish boy I don't know how many shiny stones you have there but you better start packing an apology basket with oysters and all to bring back to them.

I loved your little memes at the end, as delightful as always. But now I can't stop thinking about future possibility of mer boys going into flirt frenzy trying to plafuly one each other up with flirting with Y/n.so precious. Ahh! I loved this chapter so much, I already read it twice, so much has happened and I'm loving it! I hope you have a good day dearest! Rest well you deserve it after giving us such a snack. Again hope you don't mind my rambling I just loved it so much and had to vent!

Kisses🌸

omg hello again! ahskdkjsjkdlejkdkdllsnkl i am being SPOILED by this massive ask, it's like a shopping binge receipt!

you're so spot-on, it's reassuring😭 i was worried the BON-BON scene would come off as one side being definitely in the right, the other in the wrong - when actually they've both got their baggage to work thru

i saw someone say that Sun was having his horse girl moment with Y/N and the oysters, and now i can't unsee it! Y/N gets oysters and Sun gets a free water puppy agsjsjshjsjshj

i'm trying hit good communication without slipping into therapy speak, like if everyone spoke perfectly and solved things logically there would be little plot imo😥 but also yayyy communication (when it moves the plot) all my homies like communication!

i got more food n cooking stuff coming up! very excited :3

regarding the name, Y/N is a reader insert character so no name will be written into the text. i haven't decided if this will be outright stated in the story just yet, but in-universe their name sounds extremely similar to a bad word in Sun and Moon's clicky mermaid language lol. like obv it sounds like clicks and chirps, but their name's direct translation would be a bad word. Sun hasn't passed along his real name yet bc of a few reasons: he didn't want his cool new nickname slipping away in favour of his normal real name, plus atp he still hadn't ironed out the issue of Moon's lies which had Y/N at the centre of them. he's not good at going slow, but common sense says to try to keep something back until he can figure out what's going on there, y'know? also, saying his real name requires gill usage which Y/N doesn't have. he's still going to try to teach them later tho lol - he's pretty optimistic💛

also, i personally refer to Y/N as Meryn (mer as in mermaid, and Y/N), to differentiate them from my other self insert characters

i can totally picture Sun and Moon trying to one-up each other without any stakes, maybe to see who can make Y/N the most flustered... hm...😋

you're welcome to ramble anytime you want, i love it (and everyone puts up with my rambles enough!) this was a dream to read!! i hope you have an amazing day💖✨💖✨💖✨

#ask #There Are Many Benefits

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smilingformoney · 1 year ago

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Incorrect Quotes: Soul of Ice/Professor Snape II Edition

Severus: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!?

Abbie: Well, how would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Severus: What's going on?

Abbie: Teenage rebellion.

Severus: [sighs] What did I say to you this time?

Abbie: I'm going the fight the next person who insults my father.

Severus: I hate myself.

Abbie: Alright, square up.

Severus: [gently taps table]

Abbie: [taps back]

Lucius: What are they doing?

Persephone: Morse code.

Severus: [aggressively taps table]

Abbie: [slams hands down] YOU TAKE THAT BACK —

Sephy: You remind me of the ocean.

Severus: Because I’m deep and mysterious?

Sephy: No.

Sephy: Because you are full of salt and you scare people.

Severus: Now, Abbie, before I leave, you are not to partake in any of the following.

Severus: Drugs, kissing, tattoos, piercings, ritualistic animal sacrifices, cooking.

Severus:

Severus: Oh my god, I’m giving you ideas.

Sephy: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Severus: I wake up at 4.30am.

Sephy: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

Lucius: What did you two do?

Abbie: …

Draco: …

Lucius: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know whether I need to lie to the Aurors again or not.

Sirius: Were you dropped on your head as a child?

Severus: Bold of you to assume I was even held.

Sirius: …

Severus: …

Sephy: Severus, we’ve talked about this.

Abbie: Any idiot would know that!

Harry: I knew that!

Abbie: See?

Sephy: Who traumatised you?

Severus: Do you want a list?

Sephy, sharpening a knife: Yes, actually.

Abbie: You’re not jealous, are you?

Draco: No!

Abbie: Good, because I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.

Severus: WHOEVER MADE THIS MESS IS GOING TO —

Abbie: It was me.

Severus: …be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Severus: I expected better from you.

Abbie: Well that was your fault lmao I got nothing to do with that

Severus: If a stranger came up to you and said “I’m your dad’s friend, he told me to pick you up,” what would you say?

Abbie: I’d say, “You’re lying, my dad doesn’t have any friends!”

Severus: Not where I was going, but okay.

Severus: You’re annoying.

Abbie: But you love me!

Severus: That doesn’t make you any less annoying.

Abbie, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Draco, in a low voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids.

Severus: What the fuck are you two doing?

Abbie: Playing systematic oppression.

Abbie, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahaha.

Severus: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

Sephy: What if we went to dinner… not as friends?

Severus: As enemies?!

Sephy: 🤦🏼‍♀️

Sephy: Severus and I are dating.

James: [gasp]

Sirius: [gasp]

Remus: [gasp]

Severus: [gasp]

Sephy: Sev, come on.

Severus: Sorry, I’m still surprised.

Severus: [refusing to go to bed]

Sephy: Sev, you need to sleep. I don’t want to press charges.

Severus: ???

Sephy: For resisting a rest.

Sephy: Absolutely not.

Abbie: 🥺

Sephy: What did I say about those puppy dog eyes?

Abbie, sadly: It only works on Dad.

Sephy: You gotta walk in rooms like the gods sent you.

Severus: As a punishment.

Sephy: Can you turn on the lights?

Severus: I don’t need to. You’re the only light I need in my life.

Sephy: Darling, that's really sweet but I can’t see.

Severus: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

Severus: I love you, Abbie.

Abbie: Love you too, Dad.

[silence]

Severus: We both love you as well, Sephy.

Sephy: Thanks, I was feeling left out.

Severus: That’s ridiculous! Lucius isn’t in love with me!

Sephy: Yes, he is.

Narcissa: Yes, he is.

Lucius: Yes, I am.

Abbie: I should have my father kill you for that.

Severus: [bursting in] Who am I killing?

Abbie: What? No, I was joking.

Severus: [drawing his wand] I wasn’t.

Severus: You know, you can’t just walk in here and expect everyone to like you, you’re not Abbie.

Lucius: Not everybody likes Abbie.

Severus: Who doesn’t?!

Lucius: What?

Severus: Names! I want names!

Sephy: Can you carry this for me?

Severus: I don’t know if I can, I can barely carry the weight of my own sins.

Sephy: Just carry the damn book, Sev.

Sephy: I know everything about you.

Severus: Oh yeah? What am I allergic to?

Sephy: Being appreciated and thanked for helping others.

Severus: What’s that?

Sephy: It’s my to-do list.

Severus: It just has my name on it.

Sephy: Yes.

Abbie: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Severus: You’re a hazard to society.

Sephy: And a coward. Do twenty.

Sephy: I think we can be evil, as a treat.

Severus: We?

Sephy: We :)

Draco: Do it or you’re straight.

Abbie: [loud gasp]

Abbie: Look under there.

Harry: Under where?

Abbie: You fool. You absolute moron. You are such a monumental idiot that you don't even realize what you just said. I am a verbal magician —

Abbie: If Mum and I were both drowning, who would you save?

Severus: I don't know, both of you?

Abbie: No, you could only save one of us.

Severus: Well, I would probably save your mother because she can't swim that well and I happen to know you're an excellent swimmer.

Abbie: Suppose I was holding an anchor. Who would you save then?

Severus: Well, why don't you let go of the anchor?

Abbie: It's a family heirloom.

Severus: I'm leaving.

Severus: [fully immersed in a new book, listening to classical music, very focused]

Abbie: [upside down on the couch] Do you think ducks have feelings?

Sephy, admiring a sleeping Severus: You’re so cute.

Severus, sleepily: I could beat you up.

Sephy, lovingly: I know.

Narcissa: You know, Severus gives Persephone flowers all the time, I wish you’d do that too.

Lucius: Okay.

[later]

Lucius: [gives Persephone flowers]

Persephone: ?? Thank? You??

Lucius: I am just as confused as you are.

Abbie: I don’t like men.

Draco: You’re a MISANDRIST?!

Severus: Has anyone seen my top?

Lucius: Persephone is in the other room.

Severus: Excuse me?! I’m a switch and you fucking know it!

Abbie: I’m begging you, just be cool.

Draco: Hey, who’s cooler than me?

Abbie: Everyone.

Abbie: If I'm paying rent, I expect some basic fucking privacy!

Severus: You don't pay rent.

Abbie: AND I WON'T!

Severus: You want me to have friends. The thing that killed Julius Caesar.

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papayatori · 9 months ago

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Fall Away (p1)

Inumaki Toge x fem!reader

Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic.. bit out of the ordinary for me I suppose but I'm currently on a JJK kick and this is the outcome. For plot purposes, this isn't exactly cannon whatsoever, it's honestly just for fun and I hope that I'm not the only one that enjoys it.

New year, new me, they said.

Start fresh, they said.

How the hell did it end up like this on the first day?

My new school was beautiful, etched with Japanese architecture and blossoming trees that seemed to stretch for miles on end. The uniforms were a bit stiff, the skirt seemed to ruffle no matter how hard I attempted to control the scruffy feeling of the fabric against my legs. Or maybe I was just nervous?

My parents had offered to let me transfer into a new school after being maliciously targeted by the other first years. School had always been rough for me, I could never read or write up to par with the rest of the kids regardless of how many endless, sleepless nights of trying to overcome my disability. The only thing I ever seemed to be relatively decent at was my artwork, and even that had become more stranger as the years went on. On multiple occasions, I had found myself doodling morphed creatures who were oddly shaped. Soon the nightmares took over what little sleep I would get, filling my consciousness of curses and the metallic stench of death itself. I had never been the normal, irresponsible teenager that I had longed to be because of this, slowly spiraling into a deep-end depression.

After multiple bad encounters my parents refused to give me any details on, they insisted that this school would end the seemingly endless taunting of the first years.

Looking around in awe, my breath hitched when an unwanted hand touched my shoulder. I tensed immediately. The hand offered me nothing but a chuckle.

“Like what you see, y/l/n?” The booming, egotistical sounding voice from beside me spoke. I turned my head instinctively to the sound of it, revealing a blindfolded man with spiked silvery hair. Despite the color, he looked quite young. He chuckled once again.

“I suppose I’ll take that as a yes.” The hand pulled away from my shoulder, leaving me dumbfounded and dazed. I suppose he must have read the confused look on my face before he continued.

“The names’ Satoru Gojo, I’ll be your teacher.” Despite his eyes being covered, I could see how genuine his grin was. I relaxed a little, giving a small nod.

He began walking and talking, guiding me into what I assumed was the main building but wasn’t sure as there were multiple littering the school grounds. Gojo continued to ask me questions about where I was from and what I was capable of, but I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that. A small curve of his lips told me there was something he was keeping from me as he continued to explain the ins and outs of the school.

We eventually ended up in one of the classrooms on the other side of the building. Before we entered the classroom he squeezed my shoulder once more, seemingly sensing my nerves.

“I think you’ll like the others, they haven’t been told anything however, so I’ll have to warn you. They can be a bit… excitable.” Before I had a chance to respond, the door was swung open.

“NEW STUDENT?” I heard a boy yell, I took this as my queue to enter. I gave a shy wave followed by a small smile that was framed by my flushed cheeks.

“Hi, my name is-“ you were cut off abruptly by the smug teacher in the middle of the classroom.

“Y/l/n y/n!” Gojo finished for you, you gave him a glare but couldn’t help but release the small smile playing on your lips. I saw several faces around the room. All eyes seemed to be on you as Gojo motioned for you to join him in the center. Reluctantly, you followed his motions.

The pink haired boy in the center of the room seemed to be overly enthusiastic. His eyes were big and bold, following your movements like a puppy who was overly excited to see the world for the first time. He offered you a huge grin before sticking his hand out for me to shake. I accepted, his larger hand engulfing mine in a vigorous shake that almost knocked me off of my feet.

“Sorry, Itadori tends to get a bit excited when we get new students.” Gojo spoke for him, seemingly unfazed by this Itadori. I smiled more, having a feeling I would get along with the puppy-like student.

I took another look around the room at the students who slowly started to introduce themselves to me. My eyes landed on a very curious person who, in fact, was not a person, but a panda. I chuckled lightly as he introduced himself to me. He shook my hand like any other person would have if they were to do so. The green-haired second year, who I later learned was named Maki, was the next to say anything to me. "Don't mind the others, they tend to be a little stupid at times." She said in a serious tone; but with the gleam in her eyes, I could tell she was only joking. I giggled a little, hoping I would talk with her more often. The next person I met was much more serious. He had dark hair that seemed to point in every direction, his gaze seemingly held firm no matter what was being discussed. His voice sent a chill down my spine, as if he was housing some sort of energy I couldn't sense completely. His name was Megumi, though most of them talked with him like they would anyone else. I made a mental note to keep a small distance between us for now.

Nobara, however, I think was my favorite. We spoke for a long time. seemingly disrupting everyone time to time with our fits of giggles. There was two more people in the back of the class that I had yet to meet. One of which I had learned was named Yuta, he seemed to be troubled and reminded me a lot of Megumi. The other, however, wore a high collared uniform that covered the bottom half of his face, shielding his features from me. He hadn't said a single word since I had entered the room, only eyeing me curiously and giving a subtle wave.

"So, how'd you get into the school, y/l/n?" I heard Itadori ask curiously, the rest of the class came back to attention at the sound of his question. Gojo winced.

"It appears I have failed to mention that small detail." I felt Maki glare at him from across the room as he sheepishly tucked his arm behind his neck. "You mean she doesn't know?" She spoke up, her tone becoming suffocating. Gojo nodded in her direction a single time. She let out a groan from beside me.

"I don't know what?" I questioned, feeling all eyes turn to me once more.

"Why exactly did you transfer here specifically y/l/n?" Maki spoke smoothly before Gojo could interject. My head tilted to the side in questioning. Had they not been told? "Mostly just a few issues back at my last school with teasing. It wasn't anything too drastic, but it took a turn for the worst this year and my parents decided it was best for me to go here instead." Maki nodded once stiffly.

"They didn't explain to you the type of school this is, did they?" She said once again before glaring at Gojo once more. He seemed to be unfazed, whereas I might have sunken further into the seat I was sitting in had they been directed at me. Nobara tensed further beside me. I took a breath before speaking again.

"No, they only mentioned that it would be different from my public high school." I heard Itadori's face hit the desk in front of him, causing me to jump slightly.

"Jujutsu High is a school for elite sorcerers, y/l/n. Though we aren't the only school, we are one of the most skilled in the country compared to most. It doesn't surprise me that your parents chose to send you here and not anywhere else, I'm just not certain as to why they chose to send you to a school of cursed energy without explaining to you why or not knowing why themselves." She explained. I felt my world start to spin. Why had they failed to mention such an important detail? "Maybe they didn't realize they were sending her to a school of sorcerers." Panda spoke up into the conversation, earning a small grin from Gojo.

"I find that unlikely. I was told y/l/n could sense cursed spirits, that she attracted them to her old home in Tokyo." My eyes widened in Gojo's direction. That might explain the strange dreams and possibly even the nightmares, but had I really attracted a cursed spirit?

"You didn't know any of this?" Nobara whispered to me. I shrugged.

"I have been known for drawing some pretty strange looking things throughout the last few years, I've also had nightmares most nights. Though, I don't have any reason to lie about the fact that I was unaware I was seeing spirits." I reasoned. They seemed to accept that answer as we continued on with the conversation.

"With that said, I think we owe you an apology." Okkotsu spoke up from his position in the back. He stood, walking to the front where I was seated beside Nobara. He extended his hand for me to shake. "I'm sorry we assumed too much; I hope we can become friends." He gave a shy, almost unconfident smile that was shaken loosely under his cheeks. Maybe I had misjudged him.

Gojo turned towards me again as the others started filing out of the classroom, muttering something about them going to train for the rest of the afternoon. He sent me a lopsided grin that gave me a start. I caught eyes with the high collared boy once more before he walked out with the others, his eyes lingering on mine before he hurried away. I couldn't read his emotions or sense his thoughts at all, and this startled me again. My cheeks tinged a pink color when Gojo stopped in front of me.

"That's Inumaki Toge if you were wondering." He stated slightly. My cheeks warmed once more as I sank down further into the folds of my uniforms' hood. "Interested?" I averted my gaze to the desk in front of me, not sure if I really was or not. "Okay, I won't tease you... At least not yet. What I really wanted to talk about was your cursed energy." My gaze lifted again, looking him in where I figured his eyes would be.

"I'm not sure about it myself, if that's what you're wondering." I said, feeling a small amount of embarrassment resonate within me. He chuckled.

"I figured as much; it's why I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon teaching you about it." His grin widened as he danced a little in his position in front of me. I gave him a lopsided glance; I wasn't sure what to make of his childlike behavior.

The rest of the afternoon went something along the lines of Gojo attempting to explain to me what the hell was going on in my nightmares and me being hopelessly confused and terrified. As I was unpacking my belongings in my dorm, I had started to wonder exactly what this place would have in store for me because of this said, 'cursed attraction'.

Without any warning, Nobara broke into my room at full speed, completely out of breath with a wild grin spread across her face. I blinked rapidly, my heartrate increasing. Maki was close behind her followed, by the looks of things, by the rest of the students who are in my class as well.

"Will you be joining us all for dinner?" She exclaimed, still attempting to catch her breath. Did she run a marathon to get to my room? I smiled a little, happy to release the startled breath I was holding.

"I don't think I have much of a choice now, do I? You seem to have brought everyone along with you." I grinned, allowing my answer to be obvious. Yuji shoved passed Maki, earning a glare from her once more. I chuckled lightly.

"Sorry we scared you, we were just really excited. We ran all the way here." "I noticed." "What are we waiting for then?" Panda said, pushing the others back out of the room and leading us down the hallway. I shoved my phone in my pocket and followed suit.

"So.. do you like it here?" I heard Nobara question me on our way to the sushi place downtown. Yuji had insisted we go, claiming it was the best he'd ever had.

"It's definitely lively, that's for sure." I said with a smile. My attention kept falling back on the boy with the raised collar. I was distracted throughout the entirety of our outing and could hardly focus on the food itself, which by the way, Yuji was not overexaggerating about. It was probably the best sushi I had ever had that wasn't homemade. Though it was nothing in comparison to my interest with Inumaki. His glance occasionally veered my way, causing us to hold eye contact more times than I would have liked. While everyone was holding their own side conversations, Maki elbowed me in the side.

"Oi, we can all see the both of you. You should just speak to him when we get back. I'm sure he'd like to meet you as well." For the first time since I had met her, she smirked proudly at me. My cheeks flushed in response. "You think he's cute, don't you?" Yuji piped up louder than I would've liked. This caused Nobara to giggle beside me. "I just haven't talked to him yet. He's oddly quiet." Maki gave me a side glance.

'Toge is a cursed speech user, y/n. He doesn't speak much because of it." She then realized I had no clue what she meant before explaining further. "We'll get more into that in your lessons tomorrow." I nodded at her, shoving more sushi into my mouth.

Inumaki, who I suppose sensed we were speaking of him, or heard us due to Yuji's loudmouth, waved at me with what I assumed was a small smile. I returned it, earning another laugh from Nobara. "This is going to be fun to witness for the next few days." She said, earning an elbow in the side from me.

It seemed as though this group was easy to fall into. Everyone was kind and tried to keep me roped into the conversation. Megumi, Yuta, and Inumaki didn't speak much, but they were still engaged and just as lively as the rest when it came down to it. Not to mention, the others could keep a conversation just as interesting without having to worry about the others speaking up much. I found myself not wanting to leave the little sushi restaurant as we retreated back to the school. I find it hard to believe that I fit in so well with a group of people who didn't seem to fit anywhere else but here. Though, I suppose that could be why we fit together so well, simply because we were all different in some way to those around us. "I have a feeling I'm going to really like it here.' I muttered to Nobara as she walked me to my room. She smiled brightly.

"I really hope you mean that. The group hasn't been as lively recently because of the rapid cursed energy increase around the country. I think we all needed a reminder that we aren't the only ones out there." I glanced at her, unsure as to how to respond to such a thing.

"I've never fit in anywhere, either, y/n. It's not hard to tell that you grew up with troubles. I think you'll find that some people just tend to fit better with those who have also had said troubles." With that, she shut the door behind her, leaving me in my room by myself to think about the darkness that surrounded me, that might soon fill itself up with enough light to combat itself.

#fall away #inumaki x y/n #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #fanfic #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #inumaki x you #i

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mamamittens · 3 months ago

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Glad I scaled down my event, already looking at Sunday-Friday next week with an extra hour Monday-Friday. And it's not even Black Friday yet. Or Cyber Monday...

Got in two asks so far, finished uploading the Spooktober fics to AO3, and am already in bed an hour early. Not that I'm going to sleep yet, never works like that when I want it to lol

So! Rambling time!

I had more thoughts about the Omega verse/yandere au with Nikia, Thatch, and Izou!

So, I was thinking about some of the cultural whiplash Nikia experiences in this new world. She has zero context for all these new instincts, nor the assumed instincts people have adopted.

Like, how much contact is appropriate with a stranger and where. Luckily for her, the scent glands are in pretty intimate places already. How often do you touch the base of someone's neck/shoulder? A total stranger at that? So she doesn't usually step on any toes--not that any of the WBP would hold it against her or think too hard about it since they know she's not from their world and is very new to the ABO stuff.

And Nikia has a few unconscious biases about assumed behavior, usually centered around wings, so she's confused a lot by accident. Like, a lot of the time, she doesn't register flirting because she's used to it being accompanied by deliberate displays of the other person's wings. Typically slight flutters, extensions to show off well groomed edges of their feathers, or a hidden display of colors. Or if they're bold, wing contact as soft brushes and puffed up feathers to briefly interlock with the other person's wings. Like grabbing someone's hand and kissing their knuckles--its so intimate and viewed as romantic in her world, but also stupid bold for strangers.

She's even naturally capable odd vocalizations and her pupils act... Very odd sometimes. (Briefly debated how bird like she should be and tbh, I'm giving her more bird eyes than human eyes... She still needs glasses but instead of very close vision like normal, it's because she's got REALLY GOOD distance vision but it's... Really really far distance. Not practical day to day indoors). She pins her eyes a lot without meaning to, so she constantly looks startled and scared, when it's actually the opposite and she's curious or invested! She can coo, chirp, and screech very loudly but hates being so noisy and has learned restraint over the years. Combined with her new Omega instincts, her growls and snarls are... Very piercing and give anyone that hears them pause.

Though only Marco knows about it at first, Nikia's body is also a lot hardier than expected. Meant to handle at least basic flight with modest covering, her skin is pretty durable and doesn't bruise or get pierced easily. Compared to them, where certain parts of their body has thinner skin but they heal up very well with minimal scarring.

Anyway! Social shit!

This divide is made pretty clear when they stop at an island for restocking and there's the obligatory 'threat but not a real threat just a test to the relationship' scene. Fueled by Izou and Thatch being... Well, handsome, famous, Pirate Commanders. They usually have a few hopefuls flirting with them, either hoping for a eventful night or an easy in with the crew. Having a very well scented, new mate does not deter some of them.

A few ladies trying their best to scent their interest and test compatibility by brushing their scent glands (the light ones on the wrists) across theirs. Izou and Thatch ain't having it, concerned that Nikia would flip since she's struggled with territory issues for a while now.

But Nikia is just lost in thought like

Ah, they're pretty confident to get so close to pirates -- I mean, they're great, obviously, but I'm pretty sure pirate still means criminal here. Oh, but they are famous, maybe Whitebeard has a good reputation so this isn't as risky as it seems. They're kinda touchy as fuck though, is everyone this bold or is this desperation? Wait, Izou and Thatch look uncomfortable, should I say something? Do I need to? They don't seem too bothered but they keep looking at me... Weird.

The ladies in question are smug as shit at first, certain that Nikia is threatened by them. But as the 'testing' goes on, they get weirded out by her intense stare and how... Detached she smells. Her scent not communicating anything but polite interest and then mild concern. The boys are equally thrown.

Turns out, being super snappy when other people do light scenting in a social context is a learned behavior. Not ingrained. Marco takes very interested note of that.

But when an alpha tries to flirt with her, doing more or less the same thing as earlier, her literal everything is just looking at him like

She's leaning away from them, nose wrinkling as the outdoor space no longer diffuses their purposefully flexed scent. Wings snapping close to her back, eyes wide as they try and press harder for a positive response.

Her body language a tad confusing in this context. Pupils flashing rapidly. Her scent potent in confused inquiry.

She seems to be very loudly, without words, asking "What the fuck do you want?" But her body is screaming "You have the sex appeal of a manure farm in summer rain". Very startling.

Luckily, Izou and Thatch are quick to (literally) soothe her feathers and shoo away the stranger. It takes a bit for her to relax again.

Oh! Speaking of wings! It takes a while for her to start instinctively attempting to 'bond' with people. But they have no idea that's what she's doing and she's too thrown by the lack of reciprocation or denial to explain properly.

Mainly, when she starts to feel for them, she instinctively tries to lace her feathers with Izou and Thatch's non existent wings. Only to meet only air. When they're debating someone else, she hovers an open wing behind their back, just shy of touching and is disappointed when she doesn't feel the light push back and settling of wings. When she's startled or anxious, feathers quivering and shuddering out of place, no one idly preens her.

She wasn't the most social, but she's close enough to several people that, had this been her home dimension, they would have done any number of these gestures. But she knows they can't, so she just tried to curb her expectations and disappointment. Much to the bafflement of everyone in scent range cause she's smelling increasingly like a kicked puppy and no one knows why.

Until one day she happens to be taking to Ace when he passes out mid conversation. And she knows the game by now, so she just settled down and waits patiently. Her wing draped over his back as she idly braids his hair. Finally, her original instincts are being soothed, though still not reciprocated. Izou and Thatch both being invested in their personal appearance enough she hadn't gotten the courage to ask.

Ace ends up sleeping for a while and hard at that, feeling oddly settled when he wakes to several braids in his hair and soft feathers over his shoulders. He definitely blushes when she smiles and asks if he rested well.

He did.

Very much so.

Thatch seethes in the background with jealousy and Izou is no better when he hears. Still, they barely manage to control themselves and ask wtf that was about and why she smells so content.

She's embarrassed but is eventually able to explain how big mutual grooming is back home. Even strangers would settle ruffled feathers if someone was having a breakdown.

Thatch immediately offers to preen her feathers and she goes bright red. (Doing it is one thing, but asking is equally romantic and intimate, because usually it implies something more than just sorting out feathers). She caves and they cuddle in her bed (Thatch is so fucking smug to be covered in her scent and leave his own in her space). Thatch encouraging her to lay on his chest while he handles the rest. It's not ideal, which is why she protests, but he reaches a good bit of it all.

Taking the time to play with her hair as she falls asleep absolutely boneless. Later, he stared in the mirror. Izou confused until he breaks down.

"....I want her to play with my hair too~! But--but my style--it cant--i want...." Sad baby hours while Izou rolls his eyes.

"Then do it before bed, dumbass."

Suddenly all is well.

Had the fun idea Nikia was pulled mostly by her hand or maybe soul mates are indicated by glowing bite marks depicting their future mates' teeth and shes yanked by that. And she fights it. Really hard. Izou and Thatch having to physically assist in pulling her through where she fights it the entire way. Luckily for them, she's super out of it once she's pulled through and starting to get hit with Super Puberty. Also really good ears, not that she's in a state to notice anything being said at the time.

Thatch ends up with her hair ribbon and is super normal about it while she recovers. Izou stealing it every other day impatiently.

#mittens rambles #op oc nikia #super gired finally #eep time #bleg

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heaven-s-black-box · 1 year ago

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Field Trips & Chaos- Crossover chpt.3

Return to File - SPN File - DNA File - BSD File

Recovery date: December 20th, 2020

Description: The Winchesters are contacted by a very tired Japanese government official, trying to deal with a very troublesome case. Meanwhile, a coincidental schedule lands some high schoolers in the wrong place at the wrong time. Will everyone survive?

Notes: This entry has been translated for viewing facility, all bold writing is Japanese.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Word count: 873

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Sighing, Kunikida pushed his glasses up and glanced at the time. Half past eight and, to no one's surprise, no Dazai. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem, well that’s not quite true, but the entire agency had been working their buts off with almost no sleep for the last few days trying to track down an ability user. While finding information on him wasn’t hard, actually finding him was harder. It was almost as if he didn’t exist.

So here he was, on day three of an investigation, running on six hours of sleep. And that wasn't six hours last night, no, it was six hours combined through the past few days. He’d been taking an hour of sleep, and four naps throughout the day. The only other people who’d had as little sleep as him were Yosano and Fukuzawa, as they’d all insisted the younger members needed at least six hours a night. No one was sure how much Dazai had been sleeping, he ran off so often they’d started to assume he was hiding to sleep.

“Kunikida,” Yosano called, “I’m doing a run, do you want anything.”

He yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Coffee, black.”

“I never thought I’d see the day,” she laughed. “Alright, Tanizaki should be back from surveillance soon. Let him know he can sleep in the infirmary.”

She waved back at him as he left.

Tanizaki had spent the night watching a potential hideout for the ability user.

They hadn’t been able to gather much other than the user was a young man with brown hair. He also didn’t seem to be killing everyone, which is why it’d taken them so long to catch on. Some people went missing, and some turned up with their throats ripped out. The victims themselves didn’t seem to have much of a connection, other than a few had done jail time for things like grave desecration and theft. What was even stranger was that Ranpo hadn’t been able to solve the case.

He let out another long sigh, and rested his face in his hands. Another dead end.

Why wasn’t the government getting involved?

As he continued to ponder where to look next and what they’d do if Tanizaki found nothing, a crunch beside him caught his attention.

Ranpo had put down a bag of chips beside him, and continued on to his desk, not saying anything. Kunikida frowned.

“Ranpo, please don’t leave your snacks just lying around the office.”

“It’s not mine.” Ranpo shrugged, opening a bag of gummies to snack on.

Smiling, Kunikida opened the bag.

“Thank you.”

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“Agh! It’s the tenth death this week, why hasn’t the agency stopped it yet?” Chuuya yelled as he received news of yet another dead informant.

“Perhaps they cannot find the culprit,” Hirotsu shrugged.

“It’s their job!”

The two had just left a meeting with Mori and Kouyou to discuss a plan of action.

Out of ten deaths in the last week, three had been mafia informants, one had been a low ranking member, and the others had been tied to them somehow whether it be friends or family. And those weren’t counting the few missing, presumed dead.

“And now because of their incompetence, we have to get involved.”

“Aww, Chuuya. Is that really such a bad thing?” An annoyingly familiar voice practically sang from down the hall.

Leaning against the wall by the elevator, stood Dazai. He had his usual annoying smile, and was waving at his ex-partner.

“Mackerel,” Chuuya hissed, “don’t you have work to do? Or are you looking to die?”

“Sadly, not today. I’m here to talk to Mori, about the recent string of deaths.”

“Well we haven’t found anything. If we had, our people wouldn’t be dying. And if your people could do their damn jobs right-”

“And what have you been doing, hm?”

Chuuya just scowled, he had a point. He hadn’t done anything to try and find the culprit, so he really had no place to criticize. Especially since he had a feeling it wasn’t a very straight forward case.

“If it makes you feel better,” Dazai shrugged, folding his hands behind his head and walking towards the meeting room where Mori and Kouyou were, “it doesn’t seem to be an attack on the mafia.”

Leaving Chuuya and Hirotsu in the hall, he entered the meeting room.

Mori and Kouyou were sitting quietly sipping tea at the head of the table, and Dazai stood at the other end.

“Dazai, we’ve been expecting you.” Kouyou smiled over her cup.

“Ane-san, nice to see you again.”

“Dazai, Fukuzawa said you had something regarding the recent deaths?” Mori hummed, lowered his cup and linked his hands in front of him.

“Yes. We don’t think we’re looking for an ability user. These recent deaths are only the latest in a string of nearly thirty, starting last week. The agency has been unable to find any solid leads, which is why I’m here… The president proposes we work together to find this killer. Ability user or not, they are dangerous and causing problems that affect everyone.”

“And what makes you think we’ll agree to this arrangement?”

“Because as chibi said, if you’d found the culprit, the killings would have stopped.”

#researcher s's recovery #supernatural #bungo stray dogs #ace of the diamond #daiya no ace #field trips and chaos #bsd kunikida #bsd yosano #bsd ranpo #bsd chuuya #bsd hirotsu #bsd dazai #bsd fukuzawa #bsd mori #bsd kouyou #crack

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alice-apparently · 9 months ago

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I need to stop thinking about this too hard and seriously or I’ll never get a ranking done

oh fuck oh god leave me alone

1. Buried - diving (and suffocating) is my mundane longest standing fear (anything else is chill)

2. Slaughter - senseless violence and war etc is one of the most realistic and current in this world

3. Desolation - see above

4. The Eye - do not perceive me

this can go either or

5. The Corruption - been there done that (okay serious answer: the movie contagion traumatised me as a kid)

6. The Spiral - bold of you to assume I am not sleep deprived enough at any given day to not live in a manifestation of the spiral but also, like ames said before, the dementia parallels are fucked up so

7. The Lonely - it worked out perfectly that the lonely is in the middle now, perfectly balanced as all things should be, the fine line between the comfort in my inherent tendency toward it and the horror in being utterly alone

8. The Stranger - I am a theatre kid, we are all performing always anyway

9. The Hunt - either I am terrified shitless or I just cannot be bothered and just die, my fight or flight response has always been freezing so gg but it won’t be much of a hunt I guess

10. The Web - there is an argument in there somewhere about narrative determinism, something something “it is written”, “there must have been a moment, in the beginning, where we could have said no but somehow we missed it” - yk there is something comforting in that

Shrugs

11. The Flesh - does my lack of certain organs also count as been there done that

12. The Extinction - post apocalypse core

13. The Vast - skydiving goes brrr/it’s not the fall that kills you shrug

14. The End - it be like that

15. The Dark - I am a creature of the night

i ranked the tma fears from scariest to least scariest because i felt like it. no pressure but reblog with your rankings i wanna see!

oh god oh fuck

1. the corruption

2. the desolation

3. the hunt

4. the buried

5. the web

6. the extinction

7. the slaughter

8. the stranger

9. the dark

10. the flesh

11. the lonely

12. the eye

13. the end

14. the vast

15. the spiral

fuck yeah

tagging a couple of my moots if you wanna try :D

@encryptidarchivist @humanteethmarksonhumanbone @willdisappearintothelonely @styrofoamdoor @urnewsteppappa

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heerated · 2 years ago

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secret sessions ⸻ part one.

PAIRING. tutor!heeseung x f!reader

GENRE. smut with plot meaning MDNI. college au, strangers to lovers ?

SYNOPSIS. when your classmate recommends lee heeseung, the school’s infamous tutor, to help you get your grades up. little did you know that his confidential payment method would be your body.

WARNINGS. lowercase intended. cursing, fingering, dry humping, oral sex (male receiving), heeseung does stuff with someone other than reader, slight degrading, titty sucking, male masturbation, slight praising

WORD COUNT. 6.1k

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you laid your head on your desk as you were waiting for your professor to begin today’s lecture. you could slowly feel a deep slumber coming over you since you stayed up too late last night, resulting in you getting only three hours of sleep. the sound of your professor clapping his hands together from the front of the class caused you to jump, lifting your head from the desk and quickly tidying your hair back into the right places.

your professor cleared his throat before picking up a stack of papers from his desk. you sighed and shut your eyes tight as you could feel a potential headache coming on. you knew exactly what those papers were and were dreading this day for a couple of weeks now. your professor was finally handing back your exam results and you already had a gut feeling that you didn’t perform very well.

it was the second to last exam of the entire year, meaning the next exam along with assignments you turn in for the remaining of the year, determines your final grade in the course. “i’m going to assume you all know what i’m about to do. all your tests have been graded, and i will be handing them back out to you now so that you can all see your results” your professor spoke before traveling over to the left slide of the class, moving down row by row as he handed every student their test.

your seatmate, yunjin, turned to look at you, her eyes widening seeing how you appeared to be in stress. she placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned down closer to you so that you could hear her speak quietly. “do you think you did that bad?” she asks you with a small frown on her face, and you nodded back in response as you had your head down, staring at your lap and sulking.

you felt yunjin remove her hand from your shoulder before hearing the familiar throat clearing from your professors above you. you lifted your head slowly, before looking up at your professor who shared the same discontent expression as you did. he gave you a small nod before slipping your paper out from the stack, and placing it down your desk front side down. “i don’t blame you for having that look on your face, ms y/l/n. please, stay behind after class. we need to have a discussion” your professor said to you in a stern tone.

his expression quickly changed into a weak smile as he handed yunjin’s test back to her, “good job, ms huh. i see you’ve been doing very well in this class lately. keep up the good work.” yunjin returned a soft smile to her professor as he walked away down the row to continue handing out the rest of the tests. she looked back at you and grabbed your test off of your desk, turning it around to look at the score you got, “you’ve got to be kidding me, y/n.” “listen, i know it’s bad. i’m not in the mood right now to receive a lecture from you before having to receive another one from professor kim after class”, you said to her, crossing your arms over one another and pouring.

yunjin rolled her eyes at you before shoving the paper in your face, “a fucking 24 though?! you could do better than this.” you grabbed her arm, putting it down so that she was no longer wiggling your test results in your face. “what did you get then? miss fucking perfect” you asked her, looking down at her desk and seeing ‘92’ in bold red ink written on her paper. “oh my god” you mumbled under your breath before leaning your head back with both your hands on your head.

your professor clapped his hands together again to indicate that the class was now over, along with the school’s bell ringing not too shortly after. “class dismissed! y/n, you may stay” the teacher called out loudly into the class as the sounds of students rummaging through papers and their book bags clouded the room. “i’ll be waiting for your outside, okay?” yunjin says as she picked up her book bag from the floor and made her way out to exit the classroom. your eyes were stuck to the floor as you walked up to your professor's class, the sounds of your shoes tapping on the floor ringed through the now empty room.

your professor finished typing whatever he was typing on his computer before turning around to look at you. he crossed his fingers together and placed them in his lap before saying, “y/n, i’m not here to try and make you feel bad. i just want to know what is going on.” “nothing is going on,” you responded blankly as you tapped your feet on the ground, eager for this conversation to be done and over with. you professor purses his lips together before nodding, “well, do i need to advise some after-school tutoring for you? do i need to talk with your parents?” “no! no, mr, kim. that will not be necessary. i promise i will get my grades up in time before the end of the year.”

you clung to your book bag strap tightly before turning on your heels and rushing out of the class, leaving your professor there dumbfounded. you found yunjin leaning on the lockers across the hall as you walked over to her. she looked up from her phone, turned it off, and shoved it in her pocket before linking your arms together to walk down the hall. “how did it go?” she asks you. “he threatened to call my parents if i don’t get my grades up. i promised him that i will but i have no idea how i’m going to do that in time. i guess i’m just screwed.” yunjin stopped walking, causing your arms to unlink and you furrowed your eyebrows at her.

“i think you should start seeing the tutor i go to. he really helped me” yunjin proposed. even though you and yunjin only really communicated during school hours, you could tell she was always genuine with you and cared about you. you nodded at her, “sure. i can try seeing them. who is it?” “it’s a student. his name is lee heeseung. he gives tutoring sessions at his home. i promise you, he’s really good.” you raised your eyebrows slightly as she mentions his name. you had heard plenty of things about lee heeseung before, and you never expected him to be doing such a thing as tutoring people.

you knew he was smart, but you also knew he was a playboy. different girls would talk about all the stuff they did with him back to the beginning of high school, and a new girl comes out saying they’ve done “things” with him damn near every day. you went to respond but yunjin quickly shut you down, “i know what you’re thinking. lee heeseung, the man whore. but i wouldn’t recommend someone to you who i don't think could help you.” you gave her a nod in response and she shined you a bright smile, before patting you on the shoulder. “he always sits at the table right in front of the library at lunch. you can find him there.”

the time for lunch rose fairly quickly and now you were standing underneath a tree, staring at lee heeseung’s back who was sitting at the table yunjin said he would be at, reading from a textbook. you almost laughed at how much of a nerd he appeared to be. all these girls are saying that THIS guy, who’s reading a textbook during his free time at lunch, is getting bitches? you almost couldn’t believe it until you look at his face.

you took a long deep breath before you finally built up the courage to walk up to him and ask about his tutoring service. you gripped the strap of your book bag, out of habit, and began making your way over to him. you were glad that he was sitting alone so that you wouldn’t be embarrassing yourself in front of any of the friends he has. you didn’t want to approach him from the back in the potential of scaring him, so you walked over and stood on his side, being sure that he can see you from his peripheral.

he never looked up from his textbook, meaning you had to speak up to him to get his attention. you let out a quiet enough sigh for him not to hear before speaking, “e-excuse me? heeseung?” heeseung then looked up from the textbook he was reading, his eyebrows raised as he looked up at you, blinking a few times. “hm?” he mumbled to you in response, his stare remaining. you stared down at your black mary janes, rocking back and forth on your heels, before saying, “you see, a friend recommended you to me as a tutor because i’m currently failing all my classes.”

a smirk slowly crept up onto heeseung’s lips before he gave you a nod, indicating that he was listening and you could continue with what you were saying. “i thought maybe you could help me. and tutor me,” you continued, biting your bottom lip as you finished your sentence. heeseung glanced back at his textbook, closing it shut and leaning over next to him, rummaging through his book bag as if he was searching for something.

heeseung pulled out a piece of paper and a pen before scribbling down a few lines of words. he looked up at you once again, his Bambi eyes meeting yours as he handed you over the piece of paper. you took it from his hands and read it, being met with the letters and numbers that spelled out what you assume was his home address.

“you can meet me there starting next Monday at 5 pm,” he says to you, eyeing you up and down while your attention is still on the paper with his address on it. your attention averted from the paper and now to heeseung, a blush starting to form on your cheeks as you became flustered by his gaze. you nodded and bowed, muttering a small "thank you," before turning on your heels to walk back to where you normally sit for lunch.

you suddenly halted your actions, now remembering the question you almost forgot to ask him. you turned back around to heeseung whose eyes hadn’t left you for a second, and asked, "also, how much would i need to pay you for each session?" the smirk that was on his face not even a minute ago returned.

heeseung stood up from his seat before walking over to you, his tall frame now towering over your small one. he placed his hand on your arm, slowly rubbing it up and down against your skin as his eyes wandered over your delicate facial features, sending a wave of chills down your spine.

“don’t worry about that right now, babe. just make sure you come looking pretty.”

“f-fuck, heeseung. right there” she moans aloud, her fingers tangled through heeseung’s hair as he quickly pumps his digits in and out of her. his face was hidden in her neck, leaving soft kisses now and then and soft groans leaving his mouth right into her ear. “you like that, huh? you feel so tight and wet around my fingers. all because i help you with your math homework. pathetic” heeseung mumbles in her ear, causing her to arch her back as she can feel herself coming close to her high.

“h-heeseung, i’m cumming” she announces before releasing her juices all over his fingers, letting out one last loud moan as she orgasms. a minute passes by before heeseung pulls his digits out of her, shoving them in her mouth so she can taste herself. he removes his fingers from her mouth and tightly grips her jaw, “i think you should suck me off now, babe. i want to feel like that pretty mouth of yours.”

she quickly nods, sitting upright on the edge of his bed as heeseung shoves his pants down his legs, along with his underwear. she licked her lips at the sight of his blushed and aching cock, watching him pump it a few times before slapping his tip on her mouth. “open wide” heeseung tells her, before she quickly obeyed and took his length in her mouth all at once, his throbbing tip hitting the back of her throat. he leaned his head back as he let out a loud sigh, wrapping his hands around the sides of her head to gather her hair into a ponytail.

she bobbed her head up and down as she sucked him off, soft moans and groans continuing to leave his mouth. “you feel so fucking good, yuna. keep sucking it just like that, baby” he tells her, encouraging them to suck him off even faster, eager to feel his warm release slide down her throat. he gripped her hair even tighter as he forced her mouth down more on his dick, her gagging as she held his thighs. she moaned up against his length which causes him to let out a grunt, releasing her mouth from his cock to see the string of spit hang from her mouth connecting to his member.

it was around 4:54 pm, close to the time heeseung told you to meet him at his house for your tutoring session. you are anxious about arriving a little bit early but you didn’t think of the possibility that he was having another session right before you. you looked at the time on your phone as you walked up to heeseung’s front door. you lifted your fist to knock on the door, hesitating for a second before finally giving in and knocking on the door.

heeseung and yuna’s actions both came to a halt, both of their eyes widening. heeseung looked over at the clock sitting on his nightstand, the time reading 4:58 pm. “fuck” he whispered under his breath before releasing the hold on her hair, and quickly pulling his pants back up on his waist. “what’s going on?” yuna asked heeseung, wrapping his sheets around her chest to cover herself up. heeseung rolled his eyes, “i forgot that i had scheduled a session at this time. just hurry up and put your clothes back on so you can leave.”

you stared at the ground as you patiently waited before heeseung suddenly swung the door open. you looked up, seeing his messy hair that screamed after sex hair and red marks all over his neck that would soon become a deep purple. “uh hi?” you said to him as you lifted your textbooks to show him. he nodded, “right. my other guest was just leaving but you can come in” heeseung responded as he pointed behind him and then moved aside to let you into his home.

you stepped inside, him shutting the door behind you. “ok heeseung i’m going now!” you heard a female voice say to him, shortly walking out of what appeared to be a bedroom afterward. your eyes widened, looking back and forth between her and heeseung, feeling the awkward tension rise in the room. you observed that her hair was just as messy as heeseung’s, if anything it was messier than his. you could also sense the sensual tension between the two no matter how always it was in the current moment, and it started to make you feel uncomfortable.

“yup. i’ll see you next week. same time, yuna” heeseung says to her as she nods to him, making her exit. heeseung let out a sigh as he saw the door shut, before turning to you and asking, “sorry about that. would you like anything to drink before we start?” you avoided his gaze and shrugged your shoulders, “just water i guess.” heeseung nodded before opening up his cabinet to grab a glass to pour you some water.

“do you want to work in the living room or my bedroom?” he asked you while pouring the water into the glass. considering how you believe heeseung and that girl just had sex in his bedroom, being in his bedroom is the last place you wanted to be. “in here, in the living room is fine” you responded, taking it upon yourself to sit yourself down on the couch. heeseung walks over to where you’re sitting and sits down next to you, placing the glass of water on the coffee table in front of you.

heeseung clears his throat before saying, “so what subject am i going to be helping you with?” you let out a small chuckle at his question before placing all your textbooks on the coffee table, “i’m failing every single subject. so i need help with like all them.” heeseung’s eyes widened, “you take for a smart girl. i’m surprised.” you quickly shifted your body to slightly face away from heeseung so he couldn’t see the blush that was now on your cheeks. you mentally told yourself to knock it off, because he barely even said anything to you and now you were looking like a cherry red tomato.

heeseung noticed your change in position but he didn’t think too much of it, leaning down to grab one of your textbooks, his hand slightly brushing against your own. he looked at you, shooting you his infamous smile before saying, “science it is.” you shot him an awkward smile back before grabbing the glass of water off the table and taking a small sip.

during the session, heeseung was teaching and explaining the material that was most likely going to be on your next exam. heeseung pointed to a paragraph in the book, leaning down next to you, and you could almost feel his breath hitting your neck. you didn’t realize how close you and heeseung were to each other until now. fifteen more minutes passed by, and time was now up for your session. he told you his sessions typically last an hour and that his scheduled time with you would be each Monday of every week.

you remained seated on his couch before checking your phone to look at the time, seeing that it was now 6:10 pm. you looked at heeseung who was scrolling through his phone before saying, “i think i should go now. how much do i pay you?” heeseung looked up from his phone, shutting it off and placing it down on the coffee table. he crosses his arms as his gaze was still on you, looking you up and down as his teeth graze against his bottom lip. “this is a secret session, y/n.”

you furrowed your eyebrows at him before asking, “what does that mean?” “it means that you can’t tell anybody about what happens in this session” he answered, scooting himself closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. he leans down his mouth now hovering over your ear, and whispered, “i need you to pay up with your body for me, babe.”

you felt his arm fall off your shoulder as his hands roamed the sides of your body, holding your waist as he left a sloppy kiss on your neck. chills were sent down your spine as his hands reached your thighs, giving them a small squeeze. he continued to place kisses on your neck, causing a small moan to leave your mouth. you felt his lips curl up into a smirk against your neck, “can you sit in my lap, babe?”

you cursed at yourself for giving into his temptations, but his touch was too euphoric for you, and couldn’t help but crave more of it. you lifted yourself from the couch, facing heeseung as he grips your hips and pulls you into his lap to straddle him. he looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust as his hands remained on your hips. “are you going to be a good girl and repay me for helping you?” he asks you, slowly starting to move your hips to guide you to grind against him. you nodded as you closed your eyes and bit your lip, the friction from his clothed hard-on rubbing up against your clothed heat overwhelming you with pleasure. heeseung was wearing a pair of sweatpants as you wore a skirt with just your panties underneath, so the clothes you had on were pretty thin

his hands made their way to the bottom of your shirt, tugging on it to ask for allowance to remove it from you. you quickly lifted your arms, in which he immediately lifted your shirt and took it off of you. heeseung’s eyes landed on your bra strap and slowly pulled it down your shoulder until it revealed your left breast. he leaned toward you, placing a kiss on your shoulder before taking your breast in his palm and giving it a squeeze which caused you to let out a whimper. heeseung bucked his hips upwards, his hard bulge smacking up against your soaking core as his head leaned down towards your tit, his mouth immediately clinging on to it and sucking it.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands wrapping heeseung’s neck and fingers getting tangled into his hair. “t-that feels so good, hee,” you said to him and he smiled against your breast, loving the new nickname you unintentionally just gave him. his tongue swirled around your now hard nipple, and you were now a complete moaning mess all over him as your slit was dripping more by the second. he released his mouth shortly after to say, “your pussy is fucking soaked, babe. i’ve barely even touched you.”

moans and whimpers never failed to keep leaving your mouth, which gave heeseung an ego boost that you were such a mess just from the feeling of his bulge through his pants. he continued to guide you and even let out small groans himself, as he could feel the wetness from your core, leaking onto his pants. you leaned your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as heeseung admired your fucked out face. heeseung was drawn to you from the day you came up to him and asked him to tutor you, and at this moment he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

with your mouth slightly ajar, eyes tightly shut, and letting out sweet moans just for him as you were getting closer and closer to letting go just from dry humping him. you could feel heeseung’s length twitch against you, meaning that he was close to reaching his climax with you. you felt one of his hands leave your waist, that hand suddenly coming into contact with your cheek as he guided your head down so you could look at him. he smirks at you before saying, “i want to see what that pretty face looks like when it cums.”

he started to guide you faster as your legs began to tremble, a rush of heat flowing to your core and a knot forming in your stomach. your hands were placed on his shoulders, digging your fingernails into his shoulder before saying, “h-heeseung, i’m going to cum.” “fuck, baby. cum for me. i’m about to cum too” he responds to you, never breaking eye contact with you. you whither from on top of him, letting out one last moan before coming undone. heeseung groaned, releasing his load into his underwear, adding to the wet spot on your panties.

your juices were dripping out of your slit and onto the spot on his underwear where he just came. you two could each other's wetness up against each other, and it managed to turn the both of you on even after coming down from your highs. you remained on heeseung’s lap as your chest heaved up and down, trying to catch your breath after the intense orgasm you just had. heeseung was in the same position and laughed under his breath at the sight of you now hiding your face from him like he didn’t just see how blissed out it was a few minutes ago.

he brought up his hand to your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes traveling down to the sight of your lips. “is it weird that i want to kiss you right now?” he mumbled under his breath, hoping that it wasn’t loud enough for you to hear it. the current intimate state between you and heeseung made you nervous and caused a rush of heat to flow to your cheeks. you quickly hopped off of his lap before shoving all your belongings back into your book bag. “sorry, i think i should go. i’ve got to get home” you told heeseung before shooting him a small smile and making your way to his front door to exit.

“will i be seeing you again next Monday?” he asked you as your hand reached out to grab his doorknob. you paused before turning around to meet his Bambi eyes once again, taking a glance at his hands that were placed on his lap, covering his crotch. you gave him a quick nod, before turning his doorknob and making your way to leave his place.

you went to school the next day, seeing heeseung multiple times but refusing to look him in the eyes. you could feel his stare burning into your skull each time you and he were in the same vicinity, but you were too embarrassed to confront him ever since the foreplay moment you two shared back in your little tutoring session. you quickly sat down in your class as yunjin squealed next to you as she was deeply invested in whatever was on her phone. your presence made her look up from her phone and her eyes widened before asking, “did you see him?”

you stared down at your desk and nodded your head in response, dreading ever walking into the class and taking your seat. “i’m so excited to have my session with him today. he’ll have me leaving that place feeling soooo good, if you know what i mean” yunjin snorted and nudged you with her elbow, before digging into her book bag to take out her notebook. “alright, class! i know this is sudden and out of the blue, but we will be taking a quiz on chapter 2 on Thursday” your teacher announces to the class as he writes on the chalkboard the class’ schedule for today.

students began whispering and muttering to each other as he announced the sudden quiz. nobody was prepared for this and now had to stay up hours for the next day or so studying to try and get a good grade on this quiz. you cursed to yourself as you had just learned material from heeseung yesterday from chapter 1, but had yet to begin working on chapter 2 yet. class ended around forty minutes later, and you rushed out in an attempt to search for heeseung. you dreaded the idea of having to face him after yesterday, but you were in desperate need of another session before you had to take this quiz.

you walked down the hallways, looking left and right, trying to spot his face anywhere. you walked a few more steps before seeing him stuffing textbooks into his locker, with what appeared to be a familiar-looking girl next to him who was talking his ear off. you could tell heeseung looked disinterested and the closer you got to them when you realized it was the girl that rushed out of his house yesterday. you didn’t want to interrupt them, but again you were extremely desperate and needed to get a good grade on this quiz.

you walked up to heeseung and the girl, lightly tapping him on the back to get his attention. he instantly stopped speaking to turn around and look at you, his eyebrows raising as he wasn’t expecting you to be the one he would turn around to. “what’s up, y/n?” heeseung asked you, the smirk that seemed to always be on his mouth when speaking to you appeared for another time. you heard the girl, yuna, scoff from behind him as she stood there against the lockers and pouted now that heeseung was no longer paying attention to her.

you have heeseung a weak smile before saying, “sorry to bother you but is it okay if we have a session tomorrow? i know it’s sudden but i can really really use your help.” “yeah sure. i could really really use your help too” he responds to you which instantly sent a redness to your cheeks, causing you to stare down at the floor to avoid his gaze. “we can do it at 5 pm again. that works for you, right?” he asked you in which you responded with a nod. he shot you a cute little smile before saying, “great. i’ll see you then, y/n.”

heeseung almost hated seeing your face as he walked through the hallways. anytime he looked at you, all he could think about was how you looked on top of him, reaching your high as you were grinding on him. he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since the moment it happened and it frustrated him, to say the least. and you coming up to him to ask him for the last-minute quick session pushed him over the edge. heeseung leaned back, plopping onto his bed as he let out a long sigh, his book bag falling onto the floor beside him. he shut his eyes, the images of your head leaning back as you let out soft moans filled his mind.

his hands were at his sides but before you knew it they were rubbing against his clothed hard cock, palming himself through his dress pants. he hissed at the pleasure that ran through his body as he did so, but he couldn’t tease himself any longer. he needed a release because his cock was practically aching the whole day at the thought of you. he quickly removed his pants, shoving them to his ankles along with his underwear, his shaft springing and slapping against his abdomen. his tip was red and flushed, in need of a good jerk and release.

his hands wrapped around his length, pumping himself at a quick pace and rubbing circles on his tip now and then. “fuck” he groaned, his cock pulsating in his hand and thinking about how tight your pussy would feel, tightening around him as he fucked you into oblivion. his strokes began to get faster and faster, bucking his hips into his hand as he was becoming desperate to just feel your walls around him. sliding his dick in and out of your soaking pussy, screaming his name, and leaving small scratches on his back as he pounded relentlessly into you.

“fuck fuck fuck, y/n. you feel so fucking right around me. this pussy better be all mine” heeseung says aloud, his strokes becoming sloppy as he could already feel himself coming close to his orgasm. “just like that, baby. taking my dick like the good girl you are.” heeseung pumped himself a few more times before hitting his release, spurting lines of cum on to his stomach as he let out one last groan. his chest was heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath after his orgasm. he mentally facepalmed himself after he realized what he’d just done, and this was something he hasn’t thought of with any other one of his “students.”

the next day, the day of you and heeseung’s last-minute session quickly arrived, and you were seated on his couch once again, receiving the help you needed so badly. heeseung was leaning over your shoulder, his breath hitting your neck and everything felt like deja vu. “do you always do stuff like we did yesterday with the people you tutor?” you suddenly asked, throwing him off guard since he was in the middle of reading you a passage from the chapter you needed to study. “you need to focus on this, y/n” his voice raspy as he answered near your ear.

“but i’m just curious,” you said to him, scooting further back to where you were now almost sitting in his lap, your ass just an inch away from his crotch. heeseung’s hands snaked around your waist as he shoved his face in the crook of your neck, taking a nibble at your skin before saying, “well, if you wanted it again you could’ve just told me, babe.” his lips were instantly back on your neck, sucking and nibbling in hopes of leaving his mark on you. “you’ve been such a good girl for me and listening to everything i say. i think you deserve my cock in your mouth.”

you turned around to look at him and he nodded towards the floor, indicating to get on your knees. you slid off his lap and made your way on the floor, in between his legs that were perfectly apart for you to fit. your hands traveled to the drawstring of his sweatpants, untying them slowly to get him eager. he looked down at you, biting his lips and lifting his hips from the couch a little bit, showing his eagerness already. you got the drawstring untied and you pulled the sweatpants down his legs and were instantly hit with his cock slapping up against his stomach.

you looked up at heeseung who was already smirking down at you and he says, “didn’t wear any underwear for easier access babe. now get to sucking with that pretty mouth of yours.” you remained eye contact with him as you took his cock into your hand, sticking your tongue out to lick from the bottom of his shaft, traveling it to his tip. he mumbled a quiet “fuck” as you swirled your tongue around his red tip. you finally took him all in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you jerked off what rest of his length you couldn’t fit.

his hands found their way to your hair, pulling it back out of your face so it wouldn’t disturb you as you sucked him off. “fuck, baby. just like that. that mouth feels so fucking good” he hissed out, beginning to buck his hips without even realizing, his tip rubbing against the back of your throat with every thrust he gave. your eyes began to water as he practically fucked your mouth, holding your hair into a ponytail to get the best view of your mouth full of his dick. he noticed a tear fall from your eyes as you deepthroated him and he took his thumb to wipe it away before saying, “aw, my baby is crying? can't handle this big dick in your mouth, huh?”

you moaned against his shaft which caused him to throw his head back against the couch and start fucking your face again. you held onto his thighs for support as you could feel his cock twitching inside of your mouth, and you rubbed your thighs together as your panties were now drenched from the pool between your legs. “i’m so fucking close, baby. keep sucking” he says to you, his eyes tightly closed shut with his mouth slightly hanging open, licking his lips at times. you continued to bob your head up and down at a quick pace, desperate to feel his seed fill your mouth already.

heeseung let out a grunt before saying, “fuck, y/n. i’m cumming.” he quickly released into your mouth, his warm cum shooting down inside of your mouth and dripping down your throat. his hold released from your hair as he leaned his head back, trying to catch his breath after you gave him the best orgasm of his life. he finally calmed down and opened his eyes, as you were still sitting there looking so innocent between his legs as if you didn’t just deepthroat his dick and swallow his kids.

he took his hand to touch the side of your face, caressing your cheek as you grabbed his wrist and leaned into his touch. he bit his lip before saying,

“i think i’m going to need to see you multiple times a week, babe.”

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