#but i also never was nervous to talk to him bc i thought we were JUST HANGING OUT PLATONICALLY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[xoxojisu]

"WE'RE NOT DATING!"

synopsis: the 1a girls have a lot to say about you and katsuki's not-relationship.

a/n: hahahaha more pre-relationship just friends trope (do not tell me i do this trope too much it brings me joy) also a lot of people asked for a pt two to my unofficalbf!katsuki hcs and this isnt quiiiite that bc there's not a whole lotta interaction w katsuki but uhm its smth. i have more wips abt this tho so theres a LOTTT more where that came from!

"even if we don't talk about anything important, i want to force it to be about romance!" mina exclaimed as ochako floated off in embarrassment at being questioned about deku.

"oh! speaking of! how long have you and bakugo been dating, y/n?"

you froze. "huh?"

"i don't know how you handle him! you're so sweet and cute and he's all 'die! go to hell! i am the king explosion murder lord!' y'know?" she added.

"he's not really like that with her, though. he's always a lot quieter she's around. you can see the way his eyes soften." tsu commented thoughtfully.

they all stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer the question, and you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. "uh.. katsuki and i.. aren't dating?"

a beat passed. then another.

"WHAT?!"

"no way! i thought you two were dating for sure! he's always holding your hand and grabbing at you and acting all soft with you! wait, i literally saw him carry you to his room! how are you not dating?" hagakure burst out.

"yeah! and during our movie night last week, you were laying your head on his shoulder and he had his arms around you!" mina chimed in. "we all just assumed you two were dating like a given! what do you mean, 'you're not dating?!'"

"i mean, we're not dating! we're close friends, sure, but katsuki's never, like, asked me to be his girlfriend or anything! we're just tight childhood friends, that's all! he probably thinks of me as a little sister with the way he looks out for me, or something." you explained, waving your hands in the air frantically.

"y/n, i love you, but you're being as stupid as kaminari! no boy, but especially not bakugo, would ever act like that with a girl he wasn't interested in." jirou sighed. "there really isn't such thing as 'platonic cuddling' or 'platonic handholding' between boys and girls."

"well, it's normal for kids, you know? and katsuki and i grew up together, so it just kinda stuck!" you said, making a noble attempt at justifying you and katsuki's we-are-definitely-not-just-friends behavior. they all looked at you unamused.

the girls continued to bombard you with questions, each one getting bolder than the last.

"seriously, though, y/n," mina said, her grin wide, "how do you keep it together around him? you two are always so… cozy."

"cozy?" you blinked, trying to avoid their intense stares. "what do you mean 'cozy'?"

"oh, come on," she teased, nudging you. "you hold hands, sit waaaay too close, and don’t even get me started on the whole ‘sleeping on and cuddling with him’ thing. also, i swear i saw him give you a kiss on the forehead!"

"i mean, that’s just how we are!" you said, exasperated. "we’ve been friends forever! it’s not a big deal!"

jirou raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "i don’t know, y/n. most guys don’t carry their girl friends to their rooms when they’re tired."

you froze. the memories flashed in your mind, and you couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped your lips. "i told you, he was just being—"

"overprotective?" yaomomo interrupted, practically reading your mind. "yeah, that’s what we thought, too. but i don’t know, seems a little… extra for a friend."

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “this is ridiculous. we’re not dating! he’s not like that with me.”

they all stared at you for a long moment, clearly unconvinced, when suddenly, the door to the room swung open.

katsuki stood in the doorway, his signature scowl immediately visible, with kirishima and kaminari not far behind. "..what the hell are you all looking like that at me for? you got a problem?"

the girls didn’t miss a beat. mina jumped up, eyes practically sparkling. "we were just discussing how you and a certain girl over here are totally a secret item!"

you froze. oh no.

katsuki's eyes widened then narrowed as he stared at her, his eyes a mixture of grumpiness and fluster. "the hell?" was all he said.

“you’re always carrying her, holding hands, and let’s not forget you cuddling with her sleeping on you during that movie last week. with how comfortable you guys were with it, i'll bet it was far from the first time you guys have done stuff like that, too! you two are practically made for each other!”

katsuki glared at her, his fists clenching. "i don’t give a shit what you idiots think." his voice was sharp, dismissive, and he turned his gaze toward you for a moment, his usual annoyance evident.

you let out a nervous laugh, relieved that he wasn’t actually acknowledging any of the weird feelings the group was pushing on you two.

the girls looked between you and katsuki, still skeptical, but he wasn’t having it. he gave a quick, sharp glare to the group before glancing back at you. you failed to see the way his sharp glare softened ever-so-slightly when he did so.

“you’re all so damn nosy,” he muttered, turning to leave. "get a life."

he marched off grumpily, kirishima and kaminari now excitedly talking to him about assumedly the same topic. he slammed the door in their faces, but they were quick to scramble after him.

you let out a sigh of relief once they left, but before you could even speak, mina burst into laughter. "there it is! classic bakugo. totally in denial!"

"totally!" ochako giggled.

"mhm!" hagakure agreed.

"ugh," you groaned, face in your hands. "please just drop it already!"

the girls kept their grins, but the teasing finally slowed down. "alright, alright," mina said with a wink. "we’ll let you off the hook for now."

you exhaled in relief as the group slowly started to branch off into different topics, the heat finally off of you. you excused yourself for some water so you could get some air, and began heading back to the dorm rooms.

to your surprise, katsuki was already waiting for you outside the common area. when he saw you, he gave you a gruff nod of acknowledgement.

"kats! i thought you were going to bed!" you chirped, unaware of how your demeanor instantly brightened when it was just the two of you.

"i am," was all he offered before grabbing your hand and dragging you to presumably his dorm room to cuddle and hangout.

as you rambled and chatted with katsuki, hand-in-hand, on your way to hang out in his dorm alone, the words of your friends came back to you, causing a pink hue to rise to your cheeks.

..yeah. you two were definitely not "just friends."

[iluvbuckets]

part 2 of wild thoughts pleaseeeee

literally one my hands and knees begging

i wanna know peace again

wild thoughts part 2

paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary: it's been almost a year since you last saw paige. you had been trying to deny the tension between you two, but when you find yourself at her wnba draft party, there's no denying that she is much, much more than your little brother's annoying friend.

warnings: a little angsty, mutual pining, teasing of course (wouldn't be my writing without it), begging, fingering, oral, some semi-public, a little edging, bottom!paige, paige is more whiny this time but also kind of a brat

word count: 6.3k

notes: lowkey nervous to post this but here's the highly requested part 2 <3 slightly unedited bc i didn't want to keep y'all waiting any longer

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it had been almost a year since you had seen paige.

after you both changed clothes to make sure you didn’t smell like sex, you both walked down the stairs to join your family in the kitchen. you tried to act like nothing happened–that you had just woken up–but you were having a hard time tearing your eyes away from her red, swollen lips. you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach did flips as you watched her hands move through the air as she spoke, the very same hands with the fingers that were just inside you. you wanted to take her back to your room.

you didn’t, though. not that day, and not for the rest of the week. 

she had been a little less subtle about her staring, but nothing really changed. she was still a little awkward when you spoke, would still bring you food and drinks, and would still steal subtle little touches whenever possible, but you didn’t really talk to each other. it was like it never even happened. but that wasn’t the reason you didn’t.

honestly, you didn’t know if you even had a good reason for why you didn’t. maybe it was because if you acknowledged it, it would change everything and you weren’t very good with change. maybe it was because this was a dangerous territory of complicated feelings and emotions you were not ready to confront. you didn’t know, but she didn’t try either. it definitely stung, even though it shouldn’t have, but you tried to push the hypocritical feeling to the back of your mind so you could enjoy the rest of the week. 

when you were all getting ready to leave, you gave her a hug about as quick as the one when you greeted her. the look of disappointment on her face was evident, but she managed to disguise it before anyone noticed. you pretended not to. and that was it.

you watched all of her games that season on a livestream. you considered sending a congratulatory text for her big east championship, then again for her national championship, but you didn’t. you figured it would be weird. she obviously didn’t want to hear from you considering she hadn’t made an effort to text you. though, you could imagine she probably felt the same way about you.

still, your mind would wander to thoughts of her at every chance. the way her lips felt on yours, the way she sounded so desperate for you, the way she had came in her pants just because she was pleasing you. you tried to ignore them, you really did, but it felt impossible. 

that’s why you were surprised when your dad called to tell you that you were invited to her draft night and the afterparty that would follow it. you knew the invitation was given to you by default, that she was just inviting your family, but it made your heart flip in your chest nonetheless. the way his tone sounded on the phone made it seem like he knew something was up between you two, but you’re sure you were just overthinking the interaction. 

you almost told him you were busy, but you knew it would be shitty of you to skip this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the girl who was as important to your family as you are just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants. 

immediately after hanging up, you had pulled out your laptop to look for a new dress. you told yourself you weren’t trying to impress her, that it didn’t matter what she thought, but who were you fooling? you wanted her to remember, to think about the morning and wonder if it was a mistake that she didn’t reach out, even if you didn’t realize it. 

before you knew it, you were boarding the plane to new york. to make it easier, you were flying separately from your family out of omaha while they were flying out of minnesota. you figured you would be wide awake, stressing about seeing her again and going over every possible scenario that could possibly happen, but you slept the entire flight–probably sleep debt from your many, many sleepless nights over the last year. 

you didn’t get to see paige beforehand. she was busy with press, getting ready, and saying her goodbyes to her teammates that she was leaving behind. even though your family was a little disappointed, you don’t think you have ever been more relieved in your life. you were putting off seeing her after all this time because you didn’t know what would happen. you didn’t get much rest from her charm though, because you spent most of the day hanging out with her family.

would she pretend nothing happened and interact with you like it didn’t? that was probably best case scenario, honestly. 

or would she freeze up and get all awkward, making it obvious that something had happened? that was your worst nightmare.

you hardly slept the night before. you couldn’t even bring yourself to open your phone in fear of accidentally stumbling across one of her many, many edits that are posted to social media, so you ended up just staring up at the ceiling in the dark. the possible scenarios ran through your head at an insane pace, but your eyes just wouldn’t close so you could escape them. 

at 8am, you decided you would be nice and bring your brother some of the complimentary hotel breakfast. you didn’t know if you had an appetite to eat it in the first place, but you needed a way to get out all of the buzzing energy from the anticipation of the coming night. you made each of you a waffle, then grabbed two cartons of chocolate milk. you knew he would be able to eat more, but you only had two hands. 

“can i ask you something?” he broke the comfortable silence after taking a few bites of his waffle. he was sitting in his bed while you were sitting in the office chair at the desk, picking at your own plate. 

“what’s up?” you asked. your heart immediately picked up its pace at the possibility of what he could ask. 

“is there something going on between you and paige?” 

you almost choked on your food. “no. why do you ask?”

you hoped it wasn’t too obvious how you answered that a little too quickly. the room suddenly felt too small and warm for the two of you to be in there together comfortably, but you knew it would be a little too suspicious if you left or hinted at wanting to exit the conversation. 

“she asked me if you were coming,” he said with a knowing look. “i was a little confused why she asked because i don’t know why you wouldn’t. i figured it was probably best to tell her that i didn’t know.”

you nodded, not really knowing what to say without saying something that would be incriminating. he seemed to notice too, but was trying to make you say it without straight up asking. you didn’t really know how to feel about him telling paige that he didn’t know if you were coming. on one hand, you were kind of excited that it would be a surprise. on the other, what if it being a surprise was bad? what if she asked because she was hoping you wouldn’t?

the possibilities had you overthinking the entire summer all over again. you were torn between completely regretting it and wishing it had never happened, and not regretting it at all. you only really regretted the after part, because damn did she give you some good head. when you tried to hook up with someone when you got back home, it didn’t even come close to comparing to her. whether or not it was the head game, the girl giving the head, or a combination of both that made it so unforgettable, in the moment, you weren’t sure.

you even tried filling the void with something a little bit more, to try to push down these sudden feelings for someone you shouldn’t have them for. it was a stupid fling–literally meant nothing to you, a classic situationship. she was blonde, like paige, but a little shorter. she would tell you everything you wanted to hear, she just wasn’t the one you wanted to hear it from. you would imagine every touch and every kiss was paige, that she was the one lying next to you.

maybe you shouldn’t even go today. what if your presence just pissed her off and you ruin the night?

“look, i know something happened last summer,” elijah said, his voice dropping. “something had to because she’s been asking about you. i know i used to joke about paige’s crush on you a lot, but now i’m pretty sure it’s more than a joke. i don’t want to lose my best friend because of it.”

a wave of guilt washed over you at his words. you hadn’t really considered how selfish your actions were before. you could easily ruin a 20 year friendship just because you were a little horny one time, and that wasn’t fair to your brother and your family. if it really was something more than one time, what if you broke up? what if it was messy? what if it affected your relationship with your brother?

suddenly feeling overwhelmed, you swallow nervously. “you have nothing to worry about. nothing happened and it never will.” 

“okay,” he said, obviously unconvinced with furrowed brows, but didn’t push it. and you were grateful for that.

much to your dismay, the rest of the day flies by. you were hoping it would drag on so you could avoid seeing paige–avoid the feelings and regret. and hopefully avoid ending up in her bed at the end of the night (if she even lets you).

as you sat in the balcony of the event center, all dressed up watching paige’s big night, you couldn’t help but clench your jaw. specifically, when she hugged azzi first when her name was called or really, when she interacted with azzi at all. there was no justifiable reason. you knew azzi, had even met her on more than one occasion, but seeing paige with someone else caused your stomach to burn with a heated jealousy that you had never felt toward her before. they looked good together which made it that much worse.

you were relieved when you noticed that paige kept getting pulled to do media while the other names were being called. it’s the only thing that allowed you to sit through the rest of the actual draft with a fake smile that seemed to convince your parents (but maybe not your brother). 

the hardest part would be getting through the afterparty.

this time, there would be opportunities to interact with paige–to accidentally bump into her, or not so accidentally. not only that, but there would be alcohol involved. you were known for having a big mouth while wasted, and for being particularly flirty. and so was she. you knew this, you had seen her say some things she probably shouldn’t and hang off people like they were a teddy bear to her. you had never thought much of it before, but suddenly, the idea of her doing that with someone else made you feel physically ill. 

you knew you shouldn’t be feeling that way. it was your fault that you were in this position. you knew how she felt, you knew that she wouldn’t have rejected you if you made another move. you knew that she was probably waiting for you to, but you never did. you basically tossed her aside like she had never meant anything to you at all. and you had the audacity to show up tonight after that. 

the thought of excusing yourself back to the hotel room with a pitiful excuse about not feeling very well and just skipping the party crossed your mind, but you knew that she would always remember if you didn’t go. when you had an event or party for someone that you didn’t want to attend, your mom always said it might slip their mind that you were there, but they would never forget if you weren’t. and you’ve carried that through life. you almost wish you could forget that so you could, in good conscience, wallow in self-pity in your king-sized hotel bed.

you don’t. of course you don’t. you’re at the wnba draft, invited by the number one pick. how could you miss it? 

not only that, but the number one pick in question is paige. not paige bueckers, pb5, the best player on uconn–just paige. not the girl the whole internet was thirsting over, who led the nation in assists to turnovers, the 2025 national champion. it was the girl who, at just nine years old, would trash-talk your dad and grandpa during board games or corn-hole like she could do anything to back it up. the one who would play stupid pranks on you with your brother in the middle of the night to cheer you up after having a bad day. the one who used to come to your volleyball tournaments, despite how long they would get, and cheer the loudest for you no matter how many sets she had watched–attempting to argue with the officials like her word would do any good (like she knew anything about the sport beyond the basics, let’s be real) and almost running on the court every time you did something well. 

you owed her the decency to show your support for her, you knew that, no matter the current circumstances of your relationship. 

though, you still had to wonder if just a congratulatory text would have sufficed to prevent any possible awkwardness of your presence. you just wish your brother would have said if she asked if you were coming in a hopeful or dreadful tone. it definitely would shape your mood if you knew, and maybe that’s why he didn’t tell you. this night is supposed to celebrate her and her accomplishments–all the adversity she went worked so hard through to get to the place she is now.

the room where the party was felt like a club. there was an open bar in the back and a dj booth in the front playing a mix of requests and paige’s favorite songs. the music was pumping so loud you could feel the floor vibrating beneath you and you wondered if your heart was even beating on its own. which, maybe it wasn’t. 

you had been stealthily managing to slip away from paige anytime you two got even close to interacting. you felt guilty about it because you know you should say something to her, to show your support with more than just your silent presence. but you stayed lost in the crowd nursing your cup of whatever your brother had snagged you from the bar. you couldn’t bring yourself to drink the way you thought you would from the sickening nervousness. 

still, you had been watching her as she celebrated, her huge grin lit up the room and brought a smile onto everyone’s face. she moved with the confidence you’d expect from the girl who had one of her biggest dreams come true. rightfully so, she was completely wasted. you were surprised she could even hold her eyes open, let alone stand up straight. she deserved it, though. she deserved everything she wanted in life and more. 

at some point, you excused yourself to use the bathroom. 

when you pushed open the door, you almost jumped out of your skin at the sight in front of you. you realized you hadn’t seen paige in a few minutes, but you didn’t really think much of it. so when your eyes landed on her, standing at the sink washing her hands, you thought your heart stopped. you let the door close behind you, but continued standing there like an idiot, completely forgetting what you even came into the bathroom for.

she looked into the mirror at the sound of the door opening, but she didn’t look as startled as you were. in fact, she smirked and rolled her eyes. you couldn’t tell if it was out of annoyance or surprise, though, and you didn’t know which one you wanted it to be. of course, you didn’t want her to be annoyed with you, but hopefully then she would ignore you and you could avoid a hard conversation. 

your prayers weren’t answered when she turned around to lean against the sink, looking you up and down like she couldn’t make up her mind on how to feel. 

you broke the silence, deciding to just rip the bandaid off. “congratulations, paige. i’m so, um, proud of you. number one pick is huge,” you say awkwardly. 

“you came,” she stated, ignoring you. 

you glanced at your feet sheepishly, then walked toward her slowly until you were about an arm’s length away to give her some space. 

“well, yeah. why wouldn’t i?” you ask trying to make it sound like she said something stupid, but your voice betrayed you. your tone didn’t hold the confidence it would previously be dripping with before, when you knew you were in control of the situation. this time, you weren’t. she was, and she knew it. 

she laughs bitterly, shaking her head and looking down. you get a sudden surge of confidence so you take a step toward her. she looks up, biting her lip when she notices that the way she was leaning meant you were a little taller than her. 

“seriously, i’m proud of you,” you mumbled. you traced your pointer finger over the bill of her hat, then boldly grab it, take it off her head, and place it back on backwards. she held her breath, knowing the implications of you flipping her hat. she knew that she wanted to lean forward and kiss you just like she did a year ago, but she also wanted to scream at you–to tell you how much it had hurt when you left like she was nothing but your little brother’s friend. like it didn’t happen.

“you have a funny way of showing it.”

it definitely took you off guard. your breath caught in your throat at her words, trying to collect any ounce of confidence that had been drained out of you in that very moment. you had spent so much time worrying about this happening, yet it was like all the scenarios you had considered were gone and your mind was blank. 

you knew what she meant, and she knew you knew, but nonetheless, you made a weak attempt to play dumb. “um, w-what do you mean?” 

“you’re avoiding me,” she deadpanned. her expression was completely unamused, like she was tired of this–of you. and you wouldn’t blame her if she was, because you had been running her in circles for years, just assuming she had the stamina to keep up. that she would never want to rest. you couldn’t decide if you were glad that she was at that point or not. you didn’t want to be done with her, but at least it meant you wouldn’t risk tarnishing a relationship that holds itself up just the way it is. 

“no, i’m not,” you lie. you try to sound convincing, but it doesn’t quite land. you and her both know that you are, that you would rather be anywhere than standing there having this conversation. you shook your head, “this is your big night. don’t let something so small ruin it.” 

she raised her eyebrows, looking at her shoes in disbelief, and she couldn’t hide the hurt in her voice, “ouch.”

you tilt your head sadly, biting the inside of your cheek like it’s a punishment for saying the wrong thing. you didn’t mean it that way–like she meant nothing to you and it was something stupid that just happened. you had meant that in comparison to everything in her life, you were something small. 

“i’m sorry. i just meant–” you rush to say, but she interrupts you. 

“nah, i get it.” she nodded. you assumed she would walk away and leave you here to regret your choice of words, but she didn’t. she stayed right where she was sitting, just didn’t make eye contact with you. “no hard feelings.” 

you shift awkwardly, not really knowing what to say and feeling terrible about yourself. you had a few options that would definitely dig you into a bigger hole, and that was absolutely the last thing you wanted to do right now. “i didn’t mean it like that.” 

she finally looked up at you. your heart sank in your chest when you could see that her eyes were glassy from tears threatening to fall. hopefully they didn’t so her gorgeous makeup wouldn’t get ruined. 

“paige,” you said gently, hesitantly reaching to place your hand on her arm. you had half a mind to place it on her face or maybe even her neck, but you decided that would probably be too much given the awkward situation you had put yourself in.

she didn’t pull away, but she didn’t lean into your touch either like she had before. “it’s fine, seriously. at least i know where we stand now.”

her words stung, but you deserved it, even if it wasn’t true. even if she was just assuming things that were far from the truth. 

“you don’t know,” your voice was no louder than a whisper. if she wasn’t staring at you, she probably wouldn’t have heard you. 

“oh yeah?” she asked. something about the tone of her voice was suggestive and flirtatious, or maybe you were imagining things. maybe you were hoping it was so bad that you made it up in your head, which you very well could’ve. it could’ve been the alcohol messing with you–though you don’t think you’ve had enough to warrant that. 

her tongue darted out to lick her lips in anticipation, but she didn’t look convinced. 

“yes,” you say, your voice breathy. you think about continuing but you didn’t know what to say. you didn’t know where to start. 

“really?” she asked, like you were joking. you bit your bottom lip hard, suddenly feeling a little dejected standing next to her. maybe it was the alcohol giving her confidence, but you were shocked when she leaned in so your noses were brushing together. your lips parted, breathing labored as you waited for her to make a move, but things were never easy between the two of you. “what don't i know? i know that we haven’t spoken since we literally fucked at your grandparents’ house while your entire family was home, so i’m not sure what exactly i don’t know.”

you flinch a little at her words. “i know, i’m sorry,” you say quietly. “i thought it would be easier.”

she scoffed, but didn’t pull away. you expected her to have a snarky remark, but she didn’t say anything. 

“you’re not just some hookup to me, paige. i just didn’t know what to do. you’re elijah’s paige, not mine,” you add honestly. 

“do you want me to be your paige?” 

you pause for a moment. you knew the answer, but saying it would change everything. instead, you close the gap between you two and gently press your lips together in a kiss as an answer instead. you figured she wouldn’t kiss you back or would maybe push you away, but she does like she had been waiting for it. it’s soft, slow, and full of the desire that had been building up for the last year. 

without disconnecting your lips, you adjusted your position so you were standing in front of her instead of off to the side and placed your hands on either side of her face. she grabs your hips to pull you closer, her thigh unintentionally slotting between your legs. you can feel the heat rush between your legs at the action, but you use all your restraint to not buck your hips. 

you couldn’t believe that this is how the night was playing out. you figured that she would either scream at you or blatantly ignore you, not make out with you against a bathroom sink like you hadn’t been ghosting each other for almost a year. you’re glad she is though, of course. 

it felt right–like this is exactly where you are supposed to be, where she is supposed to be. the burning feelings between you two were poured into the kiss, making it even more passionate than it was before like a silent declaration. though, the slowness of it quickly turned into something fast, fiery, and impatient. the sounds coming from you two were sloppy and obscene, yet they were successful in turning you on.

“paige,” you practically moan into her mouth. it was definitely an accident, you were intending for it to be more stern and serious. like you meant it. which you did–kind of. “we should stop.”

“no,” she whined, “please.”

“people will wonder where you are,” you laugh. 

“fuck, i don’t care,” she murmured. “let them wonder.”

despite her words, you pulled away reluctantly. she took a few moments before she opened her eyes, though they were hooded and still locked on your lips. you moved a hand to her neck, using your thumb to tilt her chin up to look at you. 

and fuck, the sight was enough for you to regret pulling away. the way she looked at you almost innocently, like she was yours and yours only. it made you want to push her back into one of the stalls and rip all of her clothes off like this wasn’t a public bathroom.

“someone will see us,” you say. she knew that you were right, that she couldn’t just ditch her own party like that.

“i’ve waited so long for you to fuck me again,” she said boldly, but her tone was still a little whiny. “please, don’t make me wait anymore.”

you stare at her for a moment to genuinely weigh your options. it was kind of late and most of the people here were probably drunk off their ass, so would they really notice either of your absences? maybe they would for paige, but definitely not for you.

“fuck it,” you shrug, grabbing her shirt and pulling her back into a random stall with you. when the door closed behind her, you fumbled clumsily with the lock for a second. something so easy suddenly feeling impossible because of your impatience. one of her hands flew to grip the top of the stall and the other tangled in your hair.

after finally managing to lock it, you wasted absolutely no time before you were unbuttoning her pants and shoving your hand in her underwear. your middle and ring finger circled her entrance, not even wanting to tease her right now.

“you’re so wet already,” you smile, pushing your fingers inside of her. she gasped at the sudden intrusion, but didn’t fight it. “just for me, right?"

she squirmed from the pleasure, lightly clenching around your fingers. “yes, shit, for you. i’m yours.”

she tilted her head back slightly with a loud moan when your fingers curled just the right way inside of her, hitting her spot effortlessly. she swears her knees almost buckled beneath her, but somehow manages to stay upright. your hand instinctively flies to cover her mouth, not wanting someone to hear something and interrupt. 

“quiet, paige,” you coo, leaning forward to get closer to her ear. it was difficult because of the slight height difference, but you did your best. “wouldn’t want someone to hear, would you? then we’ll have to stop.” 

she shakes her head in agreement, whimpering against your hand. her head falls forward so your foreheads were pressed together. you speed up your pace, using your thumb to circle her clit. 

“oh my god,” she whispers, following it with a moan. her hips buck against your hand in untimed moments like she had no control over them. “fuck, no one could fuck me as good as you.” 

her praise was going straight between your legs, probably soaking your underwear completely through with desire. when she clenched around your fingers, you quickly pulled them out. an immediate whine at the sudden emptiness left her lips, her hips snapping forward hard from the loss of contact. a mischievous, amused smile rose to your lips at the action, but she didn’t seem to find it as entertaining. 

“wait,” she whined. “no, don’t stop. i want to come so bad, please.”

“i don’t know,” your voice trailed off. she opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, the sound of the bathroom door opening made it snap shut. her hand dropped from the top of the stall to be less suspicious. 

“paige, are you in here?” the sound of azzi’s voice made paige widen her eyes, knowing that you were right–someone would notice she was gone.

she closed her eyes tight for a second, debating on what to do. “yeah.”

“okay, i just wanted to make sure you were okay,” azzi replied. “no one has seen you in a while.”

“i’ll be out in a second.”

with that, the sound of the door closing had paige sighing in relief. you bit your lip to try to contain your laugh, but she just glared at you and used one hand to lightly shove your shoulder.

“it’s not funny,” she tried to deadpan, but a smile rose to her lips too. there was a slight glint in her eyes when she felt your fingers brush against her stomach. you knew she assumed you were going to touch her again, but instead, you buttoned her pants back up. her lips parted in shock, clearly expecting to get what she wants. 

“we better get back out there.”

after reluctantly doing what you say and returning back to the party, you tried to go back to what you were doing before, standing in the corner away from her, but she doesn’t let it happen. she immediately grabs your arm when you go to walk away to yank you toward her again. 

the night drags on, paige’s impatience growing by the second. she was determined to make sure that the only way the night was going to end was with you in her bed or her in yours. not that you would argue, anyway, because you had the same plan. 

it was obvious how desperate you both were–even more so, her– when the lights came on and the music shut off, and you found yourself being dragged into paige’s fancy hotel room.

she practically slammed your back against the door when it closed, just hard enough that a small oof left your lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

“you’re such a fucking tease,” she said breathlessly, crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. “leaving me hanging like that.”

you smiled smugly against her lips at her attempt to gain control, trying to contain your laugh so she could live in her delusion. she fumbles with your dress, unzipping it and pulling it down your body so you’re only in your bra and underwear. then, she unbuttons her own shirt and throws it haphazardly behind her. her mouth connects to your neck, leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses. 

“paige,” you breathe out. 

you can practically feel her smile against your skin, pleased with the sound. though as quickly as her reign of dominance began, you quickly put a stop to it. your hands gripped her waist for leverage to shove her away from you. her eyes widened with shock, but you quickly stepped forward to push her back against the bed like she had done to you almost a year ago. 

“come on,” she whined, “you couldn’t let me have that one?”

you laughed, your fingers unbuttoning her pants and hooking around the waistband to pull them and her underwear down in one smooth motion. it was enough of an answer to tell her that you absolutely would not. maybe one day, but not today. 

“it’s my night, shouldn’t i get what i want?” she tries to plead her case again, moving back to sit against the headboard with her legs bent and curled up in front of her. 

“do you want to come?” you ask. 

“well,” she starts like she’s going to argue, then realizes she can’t, “yeah…”

you crawl up the bed and grab her legs to part them. “so you are getting what you want.”

she grumbles something that you choose to ignore it to lie down on your stomach, your face settling between her legs. she breathes out shakily when your warm breath fans over her. instead of leaning forward to use your mouth, you reach your hand up and press a thumb firmly against her clit.

“just fuck me, damn,” she says with a bout of confidence stemming from her impatience. you tilt your head with raised eyebrows at her boldness. her eyes widened slightly when she realized that she had said something bratty that could change whether she actually gets what she wants. 

“what was that?” you challenged, not moving your thumb but applying more pressure. she tried to move her hips against it, but you placed your other palm over her stomach and held her in place. 

“nothing,” she mumbled. “i’m begging you to fuck me right now.” 

“i don’t hear any begging,” you replied with furrowed eyebrows, faking confusion. you move your thumb in circles achingly slow, so slow it was practically still. she groans, but resists the urge to roll her eyes as her cheeks flush. “maybe if you ask nicely…”

“please?” she asks, her voice suddenly sounding vulnerable, but you didn’t give in. 

“please what?”

“please touch me,” she says with an exasperated tone, clearly frustrated with how much you are making her wait and how long it is taking to just get to it. after the bathroom and the fact that you haven’t seen each other in so long she was sure her virginty grew back, she figured she would’ve at least had one orgasm by now. 

“i am touching you,” you replied stubbornly, purposefully playing dumb to get her to spell it out. this time, she did throw her head back in annoyance, making you laugh. you considered pulling away as a punishment for doing so, but you decided to let it slide this time. 

she groaned your name. “bruh, you’re so mean to me.” she sounded genuinely annoyed and she probably was by your antics. you knew she wasn’t upset, though, you could tell by how wet she was. against your better judgment for continuing this little game, you leaned forward to lap it up with your tongue. a gasp left her lips at the sudden contact.

“is this what you want?” you asked innocently against her. 

“yes.” she grabbed your hair and shamelessly tried to push your face closer to her. you give in, relentlessly swirling your tongue through her folds and over her clit at a pace she definitely didn’t expect, but honestly, you were tired of waiting too.

you had waited almost a whole year to know what she tasted like, to hear her squirming beneath you and moaning like it was the only thing she knew how to do. 

“fuck, yes, fuck, feels so good,” she moaned shamelessly loud. you were almost worried about others in the building hearing–almost. “please, don’t stop. i’ve waited for this for so long.”

the feeling was so intense from how sensitive her lack of orgasm earlier had left her, and she could feel herself starting to unravel already. she didn’t want it to stop yet, though, so she did her best to hold it. you try to push your middle finger inside her, but she pushes lightly against your forehead.

“no, no, don’t. i’m gonna come if you do that. i want you to fuck me a little longer,” she said quickly, trying to tell you as fast as possible before she started to come. 

if you were expecting her to say anything, it definitely wasn’t that. her words went straight between your legs, so you used the finger you were going to use on her to circle your own clit for a little bit of friction. you moaned at the feeling, your lips vibrating on your clit. 

despite her wanting to last a little longer, she lasts only about half a minute before she’s unraveling beneath you. her stomach flexes, causing her to jerk forward at the feeling with pinched eyes and parted lips. you slowed your pace only a little to work her through it. 

when she finally starts to come down, her body twitches a few times before she leans back against the headboard again. her chest is heaving and you pull away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.  you crawl up the bed and lean forward to press a peck against her lips which she barely returns. she smiles a little, letting you know she’s still conscious. 

you both know you’ll have to talk about this, but that can wait until later.

[aninipanin1]

Hihi, here is some food for thought, albeit rather niche!

Ex-Professional Footballer Young Manager who agrees to play as a substitute player in a match in exchange for a major business sponsor for Blue Lock, and suddenly was absent from the Blue Lock Facility for a week because of it. The Blue lock boys (who didn't know about her football background bc she didn't think it was anything impressive compared to their achievements in Blue lock) panicking thinking Ego locked her off, only to end up learning the truth and watching (fanboying over) her match.

STRIKER OF THE HEART AND GAME

Notes: Yall never fail to give me the most, diabetic and tooth-decaying ideas to write. Theyre all so sweet, and I love reading ALL your asks.

"Good luck, Y/n-chan! You can do it!" Anri cheered beside you, watching you put on your cleats and gloves inside the sports bag as you sat on the tiles ground of Ego's office.

Speaking of the man, he had his back on you, eyes focused on the CCTV cameras around the facility as he watched the players practice in their own respective stratums and places. He was the epitome of calm, cool, and collected, opposite of the pounding of your heart just thinking about playing the sport once again.

Well, its not like Ego is about to be subbed in a team as its center midfielder where he has no prior knowledge or experience playing with, and being expected to dominate nonetheless.

"Thank you, Anri-san! Um...I'll try my best."

"Why are you nervous, Y/n-chan?"

A squeak was heard from Ego's swivel chair, as the man turned around to face you, his eyes disapproving and empty as it always looked. He stood up before folding his upper half forward to meet your eyes.

"You are in Blue Lock. A team already passed the average-at-best standard and world of Japan. Even if you are a manager here, you know the key to awaken your true capability, you know your own ego and strengths. Use them, use them wisely. I chose you as the manager of this place for a reason."

You looked at the man, your main mentor ever since you have been in this place with a smile. One large enough to brighten up your whole face. You know that even if his words came out somewhat harsh, this is his way of caring. Having seen it time and time again with how he interacted with the Blue Lockers, it was his way of comforting and at the same time looking out for your pre-game morale.

"Of course, Ego-san! I'll win this game!"

And with that, you headed out of the facility, inside one of the buses provided by the higher-ups and started the journey to where the match will be held.

"Y/n-chan! Let's eat lunch togeth- Eh? Y/n-chan?"

Shidou burst through your office door, ready to jump and hug you, and hopefully, have you join him in the cafeteria to eat lunch. But to his surprise, you were not there.

You would always be there when it was lunchtime, writing down some things or eating away in the confines of the room. But today, you were nowhere to be seen.

Shrugging, the striker just hopped his way to the cafeteria, thinking that you may be there. But to his chagrin, you also were not there. Shidou started to get a bit upset and sad, after all, he has not seen you for hours! He needs his daily dose of Y/n.

"Hey, has any of you guys seen Y/n? I haven't seen her since breakfast. She told me she'd help me schedule my workouts." The blonde heard Karasu talking with the other PXG members in the cafeteria.

But much to their worries, everyone seemed to be experiencing the same thing. No one has seen you since you entered the cafeteria to eat breakfast, and that was very unlike you. You would usually be walking around the facility, helping with the players and staff or even accomplishing your never ending responsibilities and tasks.

"Hmm, maybe she is just busy in her office? Or with Ego-san? We know how her work piles up aomost every second. I feel bad for her." Nanase answered Karasu's inquiry. His theory was not that farfetched and could possibly be true if Shidou did not just went there a few minutes ago.

"She isn't in her office, headband. I tried to look for her everywhere, but she isnt here."

"Not even in a different stratum?" Karasu added.

"Dunno. Didn't check."

"Then don't assume, idiots. She's probably in the other stratums-" But Karasu was cut off when their door to the cafeteria opened to reveal Reo who looked a bit panicked.

"Has any of you guys seen Y/n-chan around in your stratum?"

"Er, no. Why?"

"Then she's really missing. I've been running around the other stratums to ask if they've seen her anywhere but she is nowhere! You guys are the last place I asked and...well you get the idea."

Now that made all of them panic, where were you?!

Looking around at each other, they nodded as if they thought the same thing at the same time. There was definitely only one person who knows where you are.

Welp, time to go to Ego's office.

"What?" The man said, annoyed and a bit angry at the accusatory questions. Well, it was not accusatory but the thought of doing what the players were saying made him feel like they think he was dumb.

"Was she kicked out and we'll get a new manager?!" Reo said, panicking.

"What?! No, Y/n-chan is the best. You can't do that!" Charles said, frowning heavily. His teeth bared as if he was ready to bite Ego if he did confirm he kicked you out.

"Oi, four eyes if you kicked her out, I will kick you literally." Shidou threatened.

"Did she leave us here?" Rin said. Even if his voice sounded neutral and cold, there was a slight crack that indicated he was absolutely heartbroken if that was the case.

"No, you idiots. She didn't leave, nor did I kick her out. I am not dumb and she pampers you all too much for her to just leave." Ego rolled his eyes at the overdramatic and outlandish thoughts they had. Instead, he turned his swivel chair to face the monitors that were mounted on the wall.

"She is out for the week. She has to play in some matches. Unfortunately, no is not an option since it was tue JFU's decision. Now leave and go back to training, or else someone will indeed be kicked out of this place, and it's not her. Now go."

This definitely made the PXG team's (and Reo's) ears perk up in interest. You? Playing in a match? In a football match?! Holy cow, why did they not know? Or better yet, why did you not tell them?

That afternoon, most of the PXG members huddled together as they searched your game in the tablet provided in Blue Lock. And to no one's surprise, it was currently live, and the game is just about to start.

Meanwhile, in the Manshine stratum, Reo dragged both Nagi and Chigiri in their rooms and prepared the tablet.

"What are we even watching, Reo? I wanna play." Nagi mumbled on the pillow, laying down on the purple-haired male's bed stomach down, Chigiri who sat down on his bed as well nodded.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't mind. But it's not that important, is it." Reo looked offended when Chigiri even tried to insinuate that the match was not important.

"What do you mean not important?! Y/n-chan is going to play as their midfielder! Its the most important thing ever! We're already lacking because we're not there at all to support her! So we have to support her from here."

Now that got Chigiri to straighten up, and Nagi awake, both their eyes wide. They thought it would just be a normal exhibition match. But Reo did not mention you would be playing! Then maybe they would have immediately paid attention.

"You mean Y/n-chan is playing?!" Chigiri said in shock.

"Y/n-chan...I want to watch...!" Nagi said, for the first time paying attention to something, his once half-lidded eyes wide awake and focused on the screen of the tablet.

"Yeah! I didn't tell you?" Reo asked to which he just got a pillow thrown on his face, courtesy of Chigiri.

"No, you dumbass! Just start playing the live, geez."

Needless to say, the two teams even forgot to eat their dinner just to see the end of your match was an understatement. The members were too focused on their screens.

Charles, Rin, Shidou, Chigiri, Reo, and even sometimes Nagi would be muttering curses and mean words towards your teammates who would fail to receive the ball that you so graciously give them from the midfield. There were even times when you would give it to them in a place optimal for a goal, with a pass that even an amateur can score a goal with but they would still miss.

"That number 9 is a fucking idiot." Rin rolled his eyes.

"Number 9? You mean number 21! She is the worst striker I have ever seen! Hmph! If I was (nickname) I would never pass to her!" Charles said throwing his fists up in the air.

"Why is she even the striker? Y/n-chan should have been the striker, and instead, she's stuck at the midfield." Karasu commented.

"Poor Y/n-chan. The enemy team is already ahead of 2 points, and they still have none." Tokimitsu said the moment he saw your face when the camera panned at you. You looked stressed and a bit annoyed at your incompetent teammates.

"If I was her, I would have probably punched that number 21 girl." Shidou said with the angriest face anyone has seen him. After all, they were strikers, and they know a good pass when they see one. Yours were absolutely perfect every time, and if they received a pass like that, they would never waste it away by being locked by the goalkeeper orget stolen by the other team.

The Manshine players were not fairing well either. Reo was clenching the poor blanket too harsh in anger at their strikers and even the defenders and midfielders for leaving you alone at times and not syncing with your smart plans.

"Absolutely horrendous!! Why didn't they go there?! Even an idiot would know that Y/n-chan lured the other team's players there for a reason!" Reo complained.

"They're absolutely brainless at the game." Chigiri rolled his eyes, although he did feel a little amused that someone like Reo, who is usually a gentleman to girls, throwing curse words at the players.

"Hmm...I would be so happy if Y/n-chan gave me a perfect pass like that. She would even clear up some of the defenders just so number 21 or nymber 10 can score a goal." Nagi commented, a frown on his face, not liking that your team was losing.

But of course, when you make a mistake, its forgivable. Like the one time you received the ball a bit sloppily, mainly because you were growing tired.

"Well duh, of course she would miss. She's tired of carrying the whole team on her shoulders." Reo said.

In the dying minutes of the game, with only less than 10 minutes left, with the score being 2-0 in favour of the opposing team, you seemed to have had enough. You became a ballhog, dribbling like a pro against the defenders and midfielders, using your teammates as shields just for you to score a goal.

And let's just say that if Ego was not watching the match as well, he would have scolded the two teams for screaming like wild animals when you scored.

"Now that's a goal you fucking idiots!" Shidou laughed and jumped like a monkey along with Charles.

"She's the only decent player, which sucks." Rin rolled his eyes.

Some of the members of your team ran to congratulate with you, but instead of celebrating, you turned to the striker who looked a bit annoyed that you did not pass to her and scored yourself.

"If you can't do your work as a striker. Then I will do it and score. Do me a favour and get out of my way, that's the least you can do to help this team win."

Everyone was silent after you said it with a straight and emotionless face, just watching you walk away to your place in the court. To say that the striker was pissed was an understatement. She was the striker of this team for more than three years now! She was also older than you, meaning she deserved respect, and you had the audacity? You were just an intern, a replacement of their midfielder.

The other team members were split into two. Some who are close to the striker immediately sided with her and started to glare at you, while some who really wanted to win were more on your side, but they decided to just stay neutral and continue playing.

Until the end of the game, you were a ballhog, passing scarcely to avoid it being stolen by the enemies.

'Tsk, at least some of the defenders in this team are decent.'

Doing a quick roulette on the defender in front of you and immediately holding the shoulder of the one to your left. You squinted your eyes and shot another goal, this time it had a bit of curve to it that the goalkeeper did not read so it resulted into another miracle goal, or atleast thats what they called it because there was only 2 minutes left in the game.

Everyone in the stadium were on their feet, even the commentators stood up shouting in their mic in amazement.

"What...WHAT A GOAL!! THE INFAMOUS MANAGER OF BLUE LOCK HERSELF, Y/N L/N, SCORED A MIRACLE GOAL! A GOAL THAT EQUALIZES HER TEAM!"

In the end, there came an additional time but unfortunately, no goal came. After all, you were tired beyond belief as stamina had always been your problem and hence why you do not play much anymore.

So, it came to penalties. You managed to score your own penalty, but to say that your other teammates flopped was an understatement. The other team, however, managed to score 2 penalty goals, hailing them the winner of the match.

The boys, who watched in the Blue Lock facility, were more than pissed of course. You lost because of those stupid teammates of yours that dragged you down. The worst part is that they know you can produce better plays if only your teammates can catch up to it.

Ego, who waa watching remained neutral as ever, while Anri was gripping her hair in annoyance.

"It can't be helped. This is why we are striving to change Japanese football, Anri-chan." Ego said.

In the locker room, you remained quiet and neutral as always as you took a shower and changed into your normal clothes. But as you did, the striker of the team came out, her face contorted in annoyance.

"We lost because you were a fucking ballhog. Why couldn't you just pass the ball to me or Hana over here? Heck even to Aiyo-"

"Not really. We lost because none of you scored your penalties. Even if not all of you did, if only some of you did, we could have won. My ballhog move was for the best, after all, it was the one that scored us two points and equalized us. It was even the reason we got to play longer." You said with a straight face, just saying facts. But to the others, especially to the striker, you were bragging about being the best in the team and dissing their skills which pissed her off more.

If it was not for the manager walking in, the situation would have gotten worse. Thankfully, the manager was not any of the players as he congratulated and thanked you for your hat trick. And said, it was very much impressive seeing as the opposing team was one of the strongest in Japan.

"It's nothing, sir. I still had fun playing. Thank you."

With one last bow you left them to themselves.

"Why did you not tell us about this?!" Isagi said, mad and horrified. The other two teams did not tell them that you were playing matches and that you did one yesterday and he did not get to watch it?!

"Yeah! Chigiri, you're so mean!" Bachira said with a pout, while Niko just agreed.

"I'll tell Ubers about this. They have another one tomorrow right?"

"Yeah. At 7:30 pm. We wanted to support Y/n-chan even if we're stuck here. But be aware, her team is so shit it gets annoying and that Y/n is the only carrying that team. So yeah..." Chigiri said to which Isagi just shrugged.

"Oh, it can't be that bad, right?"

Oh, how wrong he was. Wednesday came, and all the teams all camped in a meeting room (inside the Bastard Munchen stratum) and set up the live (they managed to convince Ego, which was surprising but knowing his favouritism towards you, it was not that surprising).

At first, it was just the Blue Lockers, but when Kaiser, along with Ness, entered the meeting room, they were a little curious.

"Leave, Kaiser." Isagi rolled his eyes, to which the German just smirked.

"Oh, but I heared little Y/n will be playing a game. I want to watch how she does, of course."

Now, the meeting room was crowded as hell. Even some of the masters went to watch, for God's sake. The moment the match started, the whole pace was quiet down, and everyone's attention was on the screen of the large tv.

You got the ball early in the game as you dribbled past the midfielders and decided to give the strikers one chance to prove if they'll be worth passing to in this match.

You decided to give a curved pass accurate to where number 21 was, till now you did not really have any care to know what her name was. It was a pass that was easy to score a goal with. You put a good spin to it, and it was optimal for any type of straight shot.

Even the Blue Lockers rolled their eyes at this, not liking that you're going easy on your team, especially after what happened last game.

"If she doesn't score that, I don't have any hope for any of them at all, except Y/n-chan." Chigiri commented, remembering how pissed he was when he watched the previous game.

They all watched the striker, receiving the ball with the side of her right foot and kicked to the net only for it to hit the goalpost, bouncing on it to end outside.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Isagi let out, everyone started to curse as well as the others.

"I mean, I would make a comment about how they're a Division 3 team. But anyone could have scored that goal..." Yukimiya said, shaking his head. This was a professional team? He thinks not.

"I think I know that striker girl. I have heard of her before... yeah. She was supposedly good, guess fame got to her head and she didn't improve anymore." Niko said, thinking back to some articles he has read about her. If that was the case, it would be rather sad that she wasted her talents and skills to remain in that same level forever instead of bettering herself.

After that fluke of a goal, you ended up just passing the ball to some of the defenders and midfielders who are much more efficient in protecting the ball or even scoring. After all, you were not used to being a ballhog, and the last game was just a desperate measure. But now, you had time to flesh out the game and your strategies instead of going all instinct.

Passing to one of the midfielders whom you knew named Yuko, you let her weave her way through the enemies before using her being stuck in the middle of two of them as a way for her to have no choice but pass it to you, which she did. You received it through the small opening before running through the field, dribbling the ball as fast as you can (you weren't a natural like Bachira or even Lavinho, but you weren't bad at it) before you were stopped by the opponent's defenders, who were lured by the aspect that you were not the best dribbler they have seen and to hopefully steal the ball.

Instead of fighting or dribbling past them, you kicked the ball high. It was high enough to seem like it was a pass, only it was to get past the defenders. It curved downwards as the goalkeeper tried to catch it, to no avail.

You scored your first goal of the night. And by God, was it magical to see. You were like a magical siren, elegantly swimming past the defenders, luring them using your elegant plays and seemingly understandable and naive plays so they can try and intercept you, only for you to turn around and be the one to make use of their belief that you were an easy. Just like the old sailors who thought that the beautiful girl in the middle of the ocean was an innocent woman, lured in by her beauty and hypnotizing voice, only to be dragged down the sea in despair.

You were that. Beautiful yet deadly. This was something none of the players or even masters have seen.

You looked ahead at the goal, not even celebrating as you just wiped the sweat on your forehead. As if you did not just plunge the opposing defenders into your sea, drowning them in despair.

"Damn...I've never seen her play...I kinda wish I did before..." Oliver said, breathless. The rest seemed like it as well, as if they were the players on the field, affected by your siren song.

"Now I get why Ego called her play...hypnotizing once...this is what he meant..." Kunigami added.

"Heh, a play that is so beautiful yet naive looking to lure in those around her, only to turn around and show her hidden monstrous side the moment she's in her golden zone for a goal. A killer playstyle that kid got." Lavinho said as he rested his back on the walls. You looked like you were dancing on the field so beautifully and elegantly. He would know since he was a dancer. And now he wonders if you had any backgrounds in dancing. The way you position your foot, your posture, the way you moved, and your isolation, it all reminded him of a dancer. He'll have to ask you.

"See! I told you guys. Y/n-chan is absolutely breathtaking when she plays." Bachira said excitedly. He had you play with him before, and he had a taste of your true ego before. Needless to say, it was one of the reasons why he had a crush on you somewhat. Your posture and the way you moved with a ball at the time to him was the perfect form for dribbling. And so, he would ask you for help in training and well, it was brutal but fun.

"Hmm, now I know your hidden side, Y/n. That crazy four-eyes definitely picked the right person to be the manager of these losers." Kaiser whispered under his breath.

ADDITIONAL TIME:

After the game:

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[candiyaa]

"You Call Them 'Handsome'…"

Pairing : Giyu ; Gyomei ; Muichiro ; Rengoku and Upper Moons (1-3) x gn! reader

CONTENT WARNING ⁀➴ : None , only sfw !! Slight angst maybe ?

GIYU TOMIOKA

He thinks he misheard at first beacause why on earth would his s/o call him that he thought (COMPLIMENT this cutieeee AGHHHHH)

Will probably ask you to repeat it to make sure he heard right

Instant blush

He freezes and just stare you like ( •̀_•́ )

"I...thank you but..I don't think I'm worthy of-" *slap*

Will think abt it for the rest of the day

Self esteem level up !!

He would shyly smile randomly everytime he remembers it

"Although, I have to say you're really way more beautiful . While I don't think I deserve your compliment I do know how lucky and blessed I am to even be in your presence every day and I-"

Table turned on you, he now NEEDS you to understand that you're the pretty one.

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

He pauses.

He can't have misheard you, his senses are more heightened than average and so is his hearing.

Will blush too

Stays quiet for some time, trying to not get overwhelmed by your compliment and looking for the right words.

Gives up, shyly smile and rubs his neck muttering a little thank you

He reaches out and gently holds your hands in his massive ones to ground himself from the overwhelming emotions that threaten to swallow him whole

" I do hear you...although I believe you're the most delectable one to look at, I may not be able to see your features...but I do see your heart and yours is more than beautiful.."

MUICHIRO TOKITO

He stares

Stares again.

Staring contest are we ?

"Huh ?..."

Actually just trying to put your words together and wonder if you're being genuine or not

Skeptical at first

He then looks away trying to hide his blush, giving you a brief glance before muttering a thank you

"Thank..you.."

You later found a note at the entry of your estate saying :

"You're extremely really pretty too...

Your compliment made me happy, can we compliment each other more often..?

Tokito. "

He obviously lingered around your estate making sure you got the note and read it, just to see your reaction.

RENGOKU KYOJURO

He freezes like IM TELLIN' you, his whole body just stiffens up

He also stares.

Stares again, staring intently at that (His eyes are so pretty and vibrant like idk I'd probably run away if he stares at me like that ayoo)

"THANK YOU Y/N ! BUT YOU'RE PRETTIER !"

Blushing too and smiling softly

Keeps that smile through the whole day making the other Hashiras concerned bc..

Your boyfriend taking out the trash - He's smiling

Washing the swords of ALL the fellow demon slayers (decided to do it on his own) which is a tiring task -He's smiling

Mitsuri : Oh! A...are you okay/..?

Rengoku : SHE SAID I'M HANDSOME !

Mitsuri : Oh I see...but-

Rengoku : HANDSOME !

Sanemi considered throwing something at him just to check if he’s possessed.

AKAZA

He thinks he misheard so he keeps talking about whatever he was talking about

But then you repeat yourself and he pauses, his eyes widening

"Uh..what did you say..?"

Get really nervous, he's so used to being scolded by Muzan he didn't know compliments were still a thing

Nervous neck scratching

Avoiding eye contact for some time

"Thank you...you're really pretty yourself I don't know what to say.."

DOUMA

Pause.

Smiles. Smiles even more.

Creepy smile !!!

He would never tell you but despite his boisterious and flirty personality he always portrays, it hit him..

You could see a slight twitch in his expression as if hiding his true feelings

The truth being, that single compliment has perhaps made him feel his very first emotion...happiness perhaps ? Genuine happiness ?

"Awww YN-chan I knowww !!! But hearing it from you makes it even more special !! You're quite the cutie as well ! ~"

Pulls you into a hug. A tight one..(TOO TIGHT U CAN'T BREATH AND DIED-)

KOKUSHIBO

NOW MY MANNNNNNNNN AGHHHHH

HE PAUSES AS WELL.

He heard you quite right but doesn't know how to react.

He does not think of himself as handsome. He thinks of himself as a warrior, a blade, a demon. So when you say it so sincerely? He doesn’t know what to do with that information.

He's now tensed, wondering : Do you truly mean it ? Is it some kind of "prank" ?

He shies away trying to act nonchalant and faces away from you readjusting his katana.

"Do not speak such...nonsense. Your comment was...unnecessary.."

He genuinely just leaves for some time saying that :

"I shall take my leave and go for a walk , the atmosphere of the Castle is quite intense these days.."

He just doesn't want you to see him blush

Much later he suddenly reappears handing you a note that says :

" I don't know what I did for you to see me this way but I shall let you know that I feel honored. You are the first..to say such words to me and it made really content. Although I believe that if beauty had a name , it would be yours..

-The one who is, and shall ever be, yours."

⋆˚✿˖° Heyy there I went a bit crazy on that one apologies lol I probably had the most fun writing this one 😂 But anywayss hope u guys liked reading it !! I also really do apologize if the way I depicted the characters are not accurate to how y'all would depict them , these headcanons are really proper to me and how I personally thought they'd react !! Apologies for the grammar mistakes again lol I swear I'm doing my best... xoxo ⋆˚✿˖°

[bluebirdsfeathers]

Her Office

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Relationship: Ceo!Wanda X Butch!Loser!Reader

Summary: Wanda tried to get to know you a bit better before you start working together but an innocent question bring out painful memories.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: age gap relationship (R is early 20s, W is like 40), Past verbal and physical abuse, Slight hinted at homophobia, Mommy issues bc i have them too, power imbalance?

A/N: sorry this took so long. uni is really kicking my butt right now and just when i thought i'd have time to write my research supervisor gives me a 400+ page book to read.

Inspiration

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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“I can’t believe you’re abandoning me… and for my sister!” Pietro joked as he helped you clear out your desk. You’d made yourself at home over the past few months working for him. You were sad to be leaving but excited to be working for Wanda, also incredibly nervous, like throw up into the recycling bin near the printer nervous. Not that that had happened of course.

“But seriously, we are going to miss you down here. Don’t go forgetting about us.” He patted you on the back handing you the last of your stuff.

“How could I forget you? I’ll be down here like every other day wont I? Wanda visits all the time.” you reply with slight confusion. Wanda was always coming down to check on things, like she must do with all the departments. You assumed most of your job would be to accompany her many visits around the building. Staying close and taking notes on what she says like you’d seen Theo do.

“Yeah, she definitely was just coming down here for routine check-ins.” Pietro mumbled with the faintest air of smugness of someone who knows something you don’t has. Before you could register what he said, the doors on the far side of the room swung open and in came Wanda.

 Her stride exuded confidence as she made her way over to you and your now empty desk. Her hair was slightly messy, shirt untucked, and instead of her usual high heels she wore flats.

“Got everything?” She sounded short of breath, like she had just been running. “The elevator to my office is being inspected so we’ll have to take the stairs.” Without another word, Wanda started walking back towards the door pausing to look behind her when she sensed you hadn’t moved. “Come on those 15 floors won’t climb themselves.” Suddenly her slightly dishevelled appearance made sense. You took a deep breath and gave one last look at Pietro, who seemed to be going to great lengths to not laugh at his sister, before following Wanda.

The stair well was in stark contrast to the rest of the building. Tall grey brick walls and bright white lighting. It seemed to also double as extra storage space judging by the stacks of boxes and pallets back here. You only seen them briefly while getting your monthly fire safety talks from a very unenthusiastic Dr. Banner, who once again felt the need to remind the group he had much more important things to be doing than this. As much as you found the man funny, he’s short temper made him a little scary at times.

People yelling had always been something you weren’t fond of. Your mom had always been so angry with you for not behaving like she wanted. The constant being told to sit, speak, and act ‘like a lady’ throughout your childhood had led to so many arguments. Femininity was just something you never had an interest in and the pressure to fit in from your family only made you reject it harder.

This never made the yelling easier, instead it had only made you desperate to avoid that sort of conflict. Wanda yelling the other day had scared you in a way you hadn’t felt since you were a child, and you were now desperate to make sure you were never on the receiving of her rage.

“Y/n, careful.” You had been so lost in thought you’d missed a step and stumbled forward. Wanda who had been talking non-stop about how inconvenient the elevator maintenance was stopped to help you pick up some pens that had fallen from the box you were carrying. “Do you need some help with that? It looks heavy.”

You saw this a challenge.

“No I’m fine, I’m very strong.” Wanda gave you a smile as she placed the pens back into the box touching your hand as she pulled away before turning around to continue climbing the stairs. Your face immediately flushed red.

“Only 4 more flights to go.” Her voice echoed off the bare walls was she turned another corner. You let out a sigh, the box was actually really heavy.

Once in her office you placed the box on an empty desk in the corner of the room. It was pushed up to the window and gave you an amazing view of New York. It was only then you realised how high up you were.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wanda came up behind you making you jump slightly, all this achieved was making the red head chuckle slightly. “You’re so jumpy you know that?”

“I’ve been told.” You gave a small smile. Being alone with Wanda was terrifying and exciting all at once. The reality of the situation hadn’t really sunk in till just now. It was going to be the two of you, alone, very often from here out.

“Can I ask you something?” You nervously asked fiddling with the hem of your shirt not daring to look Wanda in the eyes. Her beautiful green eyes.

“Of course you can, darling.” Her final word rattled about in your brain momentarily making you forget what you even wanted in the first place.

“What you said, before,” Finally a coherent thought, “about wanting me, from the start. Was that true?”

“Yes, why would I lie.” Wanda raised an eyebrow giving you a no-nonsense look that you couldn’t if it was fully serious or not.

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that! I just, why didn’t you? You know, pick me the first time?” It was definitely a word salad that came out your mouth, thank God you were better at writing than speaking. “I’m sorry I don’t mean to pry…” you added after Wanda took a second to respond.

“No, no, don’t apologies…” She took a deep breath as if debating what to say. “That first day, I thought you had potential,” she began, clearly choosing her words carefully, “I just wanted to, see if you had what it takes to you know, be mine.”

“Be… yours.” The words caught in your throat as swallowed hard, struggling to speak.

“Be my intern, my assistant.” Wanda rushed to clarify but something inside you felt like her previous words were more honest. Not that you would dare push her on it. “And being my intern comes with a lot of responsibility, so I hope you are ready.”

“Yes ma’am.” You say saluting the older woman, who found the action quite amusing. “What do you need me to do first?”

Turns out Wanda didn’t want you to do anything just yet. Instead the two of you sat across from each other in the strange living room area of her office. Wanda lent back into a large leather armchair while you sat on the edge of the couch, almost velvety, black sofa.

She offered you a tea or coffee but instead you opted for the remnants of the energy drink you had tried to chug on the train this morning. Your choice in beverage clearly wasn’t approved by Wanda but she did little to stop you besides remind you of their negative health effects.

She asked you questions about yourself, clearly wanting to get to know you better but you held back from answering her questions too honestly, scared of being fired or disappointing her which was somehow worse in your head. They were all basic questions, and you asked some back at her.

She wanted to know about your favourite meal, how to you travel to work, where are you staying, and when you were going to get some proper work shoes. Your real answer being when they made comfortable ones but instead you opted to say when you get your next paycheck.

Then she asked something that caught you completely off guard. “How is your relationship with your family?”

“My family?” You repeat to make sure you were hearing things right.

“Yes, your family, you are one of the only interns not from a known family in the city, you mentioned you aren’t from New York originally, they must be proud of you?” Wanda spoke with a warm smile.

You hadn’t noticed but during the conversation you had leant back into the couch. It was like she had given you permission to relax for a change. You didn’t understand why but talking with Wanda made you feel comfortable, almost too comfortable at times making you need to remind yourself she was your boss.

“They umm,” your mind went to the argument you’d had with your father when you told him you were going to university miles away, almost across the entire country, “can we talk about something else.” Your voice shook slightly at the memory.

How angry he’d been, how angry he always was. The same with your mother, always so resentful, never protecting you from him. You spent your first semester coach surfing with a black eye till you had enough money to afford to rent a shitty little apartment.

“Sweetie, it’s okay.” Wanda had seemingly caught on that something was wrong and moved to sit next to you on the couch. She placed her arm around you and pulled you into a side hug that made your whole body tense. “For what it’s worth, I’ve seen your grades and watched how hard you work. I’m proud of you y/n.” Her voice had the same warmth as earlier, it was sickeningly genuine to you.

All you wanted to do was melt into her arms, but you couldn’t this was your boss. She was just being nice, there was no way she would let you get that close to her under regular circumstances. You told yourself you wouldn’t let yourself get attached. You’d seen how ruthless she could be, and it terrified you to think of being on the receiving end. Catching feelings would just make your eventual fuck up ever worse.

Besides there was no way in hell CEO Wanda Maximoff, multimillionaire Wanda Maximoff, Old enough to be your mother Wanda Maximoff would ever have feelings for you in return.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You stood up as quickly as Wanda grip on you allowed. “Sorry.” You hurried to the small bathroom in the corner of the room, locking the door behind you before allowing yourself a moment to cry.

Cruel words from you parents fought the gentle reassurance Wanda had given you. You took a moment to collect yourself. Taking several deep breaths and trying to get rid of the redness in your eyes with a little cold water from the tab.

The bathroom, like everything in Wanda’s office screamed sophistication. The mostly white tiles with the smallest hint of red complemented the plush red hand towels, and several well looked after plants littered a shelf above the toilet. Most surprisingly was the shower and clawfoot tub in the room. Did she actually use them? Or where they just there because they could be?

Finally you were ready to leave the bathroom, stepping out you saw Wanda quickly look away from your direction. Had she been watching the door the whole time?

“Y/n, feeling better?” you gave a weak nod. “Good, right back to business then, first order is sorting out… this.” She pointed towards you clothing. Since Pietro had never required you to dress professionally, you had never updated your wardrobe. You wore the same baggy, teen boy esc clothing you always did.

“Yeah, I thought that would be a problem, sorry about the way I dress. I just…”

“No I like the way you dress.” Wanda cut you off. “I mean, you dress fine, it’s just not… appropriate if you are going to be accompanying me to important meetings and such.” You couldn’t tell if you were imagining it, but you could have sworn you saw a small blush creep onto the older woman’s face.

“Right, there should be a measuring tape in the third draw of the left cabinet in my office. I have some work to get on with you can’t help with.” Wanda began quickly pressing the button of the, hopefully, now working lift.

“I want you to measure yourself and note it down. I’ll sort you out some more work appropriate clothing.” Before you could ask any other follow up questions the doors to the lift opened and she rushed inside, disappearing almost immediately.

Walking into Wanda’s office you looked out at the city, everything seemed so quiet, so still from all the way up here. Grabbing the measuring tape you sat down at your desk, getting your phone out to look up exactly what measurement you need to give her. You’d never had to think about measurements when buying clothes before. Your face flushed a bit think about the idea of Wanda choosing you some clothes. Hopefully she wouldn’t put you in a pencil skirt, or God forbid heels.

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[golbrocklovely]

only a dream // sam and colby

A/N: i haven't written a fic since october of 2024..... so i might be just a twinge rusty lol but hopefully you enjoy this one. at least i'm coming back to you with some smut. also fun fact, this actually came to me in a dream, and i just had to write it bc it was too good. lmk what you think and hope you enjoy ;)

prompt: you, sam, and colby decide to investigate an old haunted hotel, famous for its fourth floor incubus. you were nervous to sleep over, but knowing sam and colby would be with you made you feel safe. or at least, that's what you thought. || sam and colby x fem!reader

trigger warning: SMUT (but no actual sex), thigh riding, cursing, no solby, talks of demons/incubus so be weary of that if that isn't your thing, haunted location, mentions of: baby, good girl, sexual language, little bit of angst, not a happy ending (but not a bad ending either??)

word count: 3785

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"I cannot believe you guys persuaded me to sleep here tonight." I grumbled, throwing my bag down on the bed.

Sam laughed, "Well, at least you don't have the room Colby's staying in. The Haunted Prostitute's room."

"Hey now," Colby interjected, scrunching his face. "Her name is Lady Mandy and she was really cool when we did the Este's Method in her room."

I smirked, side-eyeing Sam, "He's just upset she asked for $20 from him but only $10 from you to stay the night."

Sam deadpanned. "That's because she knows he's easy."

"Or that you're not a good lay." Colby quipped.

Sam looked at him smugly. "I've never had any complaints."

"Can you two stop bickering and tell me what's up with this room..." I glanced around it quickly, "Other than it being old and a bit dusty?"

"This whole floor is known for having a sexual demon on it, an incubus possibly, that likes touching female guests. This room has had multiple female guests say they’ve been touched or scratched." Sam stated.

I sighed, "Awesome. Love that for me."

"Well, we have been on this floor all night, and nothing has happened to you physically. The only thing was those words said to you during the Este’s Method." Sam mentioned.

I shrugged, "Yeah, other than feeling like I had eyes on me. And nothing was said to me in the last EVP session we did either. But still... I don't like being on this floor by myself."

Colby gathered his bag, chiming in. "We are both gonna be upstairs. Just one to two flights away. If you get scared, I'm in room 505 and he's in room 610. You have our spare keys, right?"

I confirmed, "Yep. And you have mine?"

They both nodded. Sam continued, "Okay, let's head up. And remember to set up the time lapse camera once you're in for the night."

I gave a thumbs up lazily. "Gotcha."

Sam and Colby waved goodbye, Colby being the last to leave. "Hey, are you sure you don't mind being here by yourself? If you can't do it, we'll understand."

"No. I'll be okay. But if not, you'll be seeing me." I remarked, only semi-jokingly.

He inhaled. "Okay. I will probably be up for a while, so let me know if you need anything."

"I will. Thanks, Colby." I half-heartedly smiled.

He grinned, his dimples appearing, "Don't mention it."

He closed the door softly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my beating heart.

I wasn't sure if it was beating because of the anxiety of sleeping in a possibly haunted room or the fact that Colby smiled at me like that.

It was a weird feeling, having a crush on both your friends. I had known them for years, seen them go through deep relationships and random hook ups. And now was the first time we were all single together.

There was never a time that my feelings for them weren’t here; always just under the surface. I pushed them to the side often because I would rather keep our friendship, that I held so close to my heart, alive and well than fuck it up with a relationship. My past dating history showed I wasn't ready for a new one, so pining for them from afar was my only choice. The safest choice.

But this also meant that because I liked them so much, I would do almost anything for them. Including going to haunted locations that I should not be in whatsoever.

I exhaled dramatically, flopping down onto the bed.

All things considered, this room wasn't the worst. Neither was this hotel for that matter.

I had seen the places Sam and Colby had gone to over the years. And there were much scarier places than this. The lore for this hotel was intriguing; especially this apparent incubus that the owner raved about, but nothing ever showed it besides a few choice words during the Estes Method. The lack of activity in this place is why the boys thought about doing time lapse cameras in our rooms to see if anything is captured while we slept. A cool idea, but not one I was looking forward to.

If anything shows up on that camera in the morning, I'm going to drop dead. Or at least shit my pants.

I pulled out my pjs from my suitcase, along with my carrying case of bathroom essentials. I trudged into the bathroom, flipped on the dull fluorescent light, and began to get ready for bed.

It was nerve wracking knowing that we were the only ones in the hotel, minus a stray two or three other guests all the way down on the first floor. The owners of this small hotel gave us an all-access pass during their off season to come in and investigate, which led to us having the whole place basically to ourselves. That was great in a way because it meant no one was going to interrupt our investigation.

But being in a hotel and not seeing anyone around felt like a liminal space. It also didn't help that the rooms we were staying in clearly hadn't had guests in them for months. The owners saved them just for us.

I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face, quickly changing into my clothes for bed; a big shirt and comfy sleep shorts. The room wasn't too cold or hot, thank God, so sleeping in these would be just fine.

I laid in bed for a while, scrolling through every app on my phone. I was nervous to sleep, unsure of what was to happen during the night. I prayed that nothing would, even if that meant Sam and Colby's video would be boring for fans.

Once I could feel sleep creeping up on me, I got out of bed begrudgingly and set up the time lapse camera. I crawled into bed, turned out the light, and stared at the ceiling. In the corner of the room, I could see the tiny red light of the camera, letting me know it was filming me. I turned over onto my side, closed my eyes, and somehow dozed off.

Because of how silent my room was, the littlest bit of noise was going to wake me. However, I didn't imagine I would hear my door opening and closing.

I popped my eyes open, my heart thrumming nervously. My body was cold with fear as I laid frozen.

"Y/N... you awake?" I heard a voice whisper.

I peaked out of the corner of my eye. Two figures stood at the end of my bed. I reached for the light next to me, flicking it on.

It was Sam and Colby, staring at me with semi-worried and tired expressions. I exhaled deeply, shaking my head.

"Holy shit guys. You almost gave me a heart attack!" I whisper-yelled.

"Sorry. We didn't mean to scare you. But... we gotta sleep in here tonight." Sam blurted out, coming around to one side of my bed.

"What why?" I mumbled, putting my head back down on the pillow, annoyed.

"There was some freaky stuff happening in both our rooms. Neither one of us can sleep, so we figured that we would just sleep in here with you." He explained, getting into bed behind me.

"Are the both of you sharing this bed with me?" I questioned sleepily.

"Yeah, if you don't mind." Colby replied, getting in on the other side of me; the boys sandwiching me in.

I yawned, "Whatever. You're lucky it's a king size bed."

Colby turned out the light, placing his head down on the pillow. "Night." He whispered. Sam followed suit, mumbling a 'goodnight'.

I hummed, falling asleep immediately.

I wasn't sure how long I slept, but I felt comfortable and safe squished between Sam and Colby. No dreams came, but when I stirred awake, I didn't feel all that rested. My body was warm, heat radiating from my cheeks and face.

I felt a light fan of air hit my face, a body very close to mine. A leg was tangled in between my own, a knee brushing my lower thigh. Behind me, another body was pressed against me, our backs touching.

"Y/N..." A voice murmured lowly.

I squinted one eye open, my vision adjusting to the darkness of the room; the only light coming from the moon peeking through the curtains. My eyes fluttered, and once they opened fully, I was face-to-face with Colby.

"Colby?" I said groggily. 

"Were you having a nightmare? You were making some... weird noises in your sleep." He asked.

I muttered, "No. Wasn't really dreaming."

He shook his head, moving on, "Even though we didn't get that much evidence, this place does feel odd."

I agreed, "Yeah."

His eyes softened. "How does this room make you feel?"

"Um..." I cleared my throat, waking up a bit more. "Not as bad as the other rooms, I guess."

"That's good. You know, you had me worried there. After the Estes Method." He admitted, moving an inch closer.

I furrowed my brow, "Really? Why?"

"When you and Sam were talking about the words that were coming through, that lined up with sex demon... you looked really scared." Colby informed, his eyes meeting mine.

I was surprised, "I did? Hmm... I mean, it was creepy to hear my own name come through."

"What were the words that concerned you again?" He queried. 

As I went to say them, Sam turned over in his sleep, his arm draping over my hip lazily. He exhaled deeply, a light snore leaving his lips. "It was my name, 'desire', 'tonight', and 'pleasure'."

"That's right. That is creepy." Colby frowned.

I snickered, "Right? No thanks."

He smirked, "Well you don't have to worry. Me and Sam are here to protect you."

I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering at his words. "That's sweet of you to say." 

"We always want to make you happy, just like you make us." He responded, his tone sincere.

"You do. You both mean so much to me. Our friendship is everything to me." I answered candidly.

Colby grew quiet for a moment, the air suddenly feeling thick. I was growing dreary again, the silence lulling me back to sleep.

"Is that why you pretend to not have feelings for us?"

My breath hitched in my throat, my heart skipping a beat. I popped my eyes open, gazing directly into Colby's.

"W-What?" I stammered.

"You like me, and Sam... Don't you?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning towards me.

I shifted under his stare, my body growing hot instantly. My throat felt dry, mouth unable to form words.

Colby continued, "It's okay. You don't have to say anything. We already both know."

My face dropped as I studied his own. He was so calm about this, meanwhile my heart was about ready to burst through my chest. I swallowed hard, exhaling and ignoring Colby’s gaze. “How long have you known… that I-I’ve liked… you?”

"A while. Sam pointed it out to me once and then it just became noticeable. You’re not as slick as you think." He laughed quietly.

My mind was reeling, unable to process everything at once. I became acutely aware of everything around me. Sam was almost draped over me, Colby’s leg was pressed in between my own. I could feel their breaths hitting me simultaneously. My heart banged against my ribs, pulsing in my ears.

"Don’t be so nervous, Y/N," Sam murmured suddenly, his voice low and husky from sleep. "It’s okay if you like us."

I shuttered, "B-but our friendship-"

"Can still exist. Even if you like us." He commented, cutting me off.

"Especially if... we like you too." Colby added.

My eyes flickered to Colby’s face, widening. His expression was almost unreadable. But his words sounded simple, like what he said was fact.

"W-what?" I stuttered, my breath shallow.

"Is it weird if I say I thought you looked beautiful during the investigation? When we were reading the history of this place to the camera, and you were just watching us, it was so hard to keep my eyes off of you." Colby changed the subject, confessing and scooting closer to me in bed, our noses almost touching.

Sam hummed, his voice raising the hairs on my neck. "I liked the way you felt in my arms when you jumped into them when the R.E.M pod went off. I always wanted to protect you."

Colby agreed, "Sometimes we argue with each other when the other gets to touch you too much."

My eyes fluttered, my chest heaving with ragged breaths. “Are you guys joking right now?”

"We would never joke about this. You mean so much to us, Y/N." Sam spoke, quietly but firm.

"Can I kiss you?" Colby asked, pulling my attention back to him. 

"Yes." I replied, shocked by my own voice. The desperation, the breathy word sounding foreign to my own ears. 

Colby smiled, leaning in and kissing me tenderly. It was gentle, but I could feel his passion being held back by him. I breathed in the kiss, a whimper falling from my lips.

Sam’s hand snaked around me, up my chest and cupped my throat. He held me, pulling me away from Colby. “My turn, please.”

My head turned with Sam’s help, our lips locking instantly. He pressed his body closer to mine, his hips pushing against my ass as his tongue teased my mouth.

Colby’s leg moved up, separating my legs apart more, pressing into my core. My wet panties rubbed against my aching center, suddenly making me aware how turned on I had become by their words.

I gasped, ripping my mouth away from Sam. "W-what are you doing?"

"Just trying to make you feel good. Do you want me to stop? Whatever you want, I’ll do." Colby’s eyes narrowed, darkening with lust.

Sam’s mouth connected with my earlobe, nibbling softly. "Tell him what you want."

"Should we do this?" I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to reset my brain. It was hard to think with both of them so close to me. "If we cross this boundary, we can’t go back."

"If it’s what you want, then let’s do it. We just want to make you feel good, baby. Please let us." Colby pleaded lowly, his lips brushing against mine.

"Please, Y/N. We want it just as much as you do. Can you feel that?" Sam whispered, his crotch grinding against my ass lazily. I felt his growing hardness press into me, my mouth falling open in a silent gasp. Colby cupped my wrist, dragging my hand down his abs, stopping just above his bulge. I could feel it, clothed and erect, brushing up against my fingers.

Colby began to pull his leg away, his hold on my hand loosening. I gripped his forearm, shuddering a breath. "Don’t stop."

Colby smirked, a seductive laugh came from Sam. "Good girl."

He nudged his leg back up, his lower thigh pushing against my aching middle. I whined, feeling my body grind down against his thigh.

Sam's voice came out in a husky purr, "That's it baby, ride his thigh. Get yourself nice and wet for us."

"She's already wet. I can feel her through her shorts. She soaked through." Colby chuckled darkly.

"Really, Y/N? We barely did anything to you, and you're already this wet." Sam's lips tickled my ear as he whispered, "You're so desperate, huh?"

I nodded mindlessly, bucking my hips slowly on Colby's thigh. I couldn't believe this was happening. And I couldn't stop myself from enjoying the sensations.

Colby leaned forward, kissing me again. As he did, Sam's mouth found my neck, sucking and biting the sensitive areas. Hands found my breasts, making me moan into the kiss. Colby's tongue snaked in, my body growing hotter by the second.

"Fuck! Keep grinding against me, baby. That feels so good." Sam grunted, his clothed cock pressed firmly against my ass as I moved back and forth on Colby's thigh.

"Touch me, Y/N. Give me some relief, please sweetheart." Colby huffed, grabbing my hand and lowering it to his erection. I cupped him softly, rubbing my hand in circular motions. He sighed, his lips finding mine again.

I melted into the kiss, letting my body go on autopilot. I could feel myself getting closer to an orgasm, each thrust against Colby's thigh causing the pleasure to grow and grow.

Colby let out a guttural breath, pushing his dick harder into my hand. "We should have done this sooner. I can't believe we waited until now."

"I wanted you both for so long." I confessed, whimpering mindlessly.

"And now you can have us. Whenever you want." Sam hissed, his voice dripping with need.

I gasped, my hips bucking faster. I could feel a light layer of sweat form on my skin, my clothes sticking to me.

"You close, Y/N? Are you gonna come for us?" Colby's eyes locked with mine intensely.

I nodded, unable to form words, not trusting my voice.

"We barely touched you and you're gonna come. Imagine how good it will feel when we're inside you..." Sam smirked against my skin, breathing heavy.

I swallowed hard, "F-Fuck, I'm so close."

"Grind harder, baby. Ride my thigh like it's my dick." Colby demanded, his tone depraved.

I whined, panting as I sped up my hips. I gripped onto Sam's arm and Colby's shirt with my hands, needing to steady myself. I locked eyes with Colby, struggling to keep from rolling mine in pleasure.

"That's it, Y/N. Be a good girl for us." Sam leaned in, his lips pressed against my ear, "Come."

Colby narrowed his eyes lustfully, "Do it, baby. Come now."

Ecstasy exploded throughout my body, my orgasm hitting me deeply. I writhed in pleasure, bucking my hips with abandonment. I squeezed my eyes shut, silent cries falling from my mouth. My grip on the boys loosened as the pleasure slowed down. I mewled in a low tone, my body becoming heavy with sleep. My breathing steadied, the afterglow of my orgasm coursing through my body and lulling me unconscious.

When I woke, it was bright outside, the light cascading through the blinds and shining in my room. I was alone, my bed looking almost undisturbed.

I took in my surroundings, confused. A wave of sadness hit me for a moment. Did both of them really leave me in the middle of night? After everything we did last night, I hoped they would have stayed so we could talk.

My eyes widened as the camera came into view. Fuck! I forgot that was on last night. I stumbled out of bed, walking over to it awkwardly. I turned it off, saving the footage to the camera's storage. I waited for it to load back up so I could watch. I wasn't sure how much it would have caught last night, silently hoping the footage was suspiciously gone.

I began watching the footage, speeding through it as quickly as I could. I waited for Sam and Colby to appear, wondering what time they left too. I slowed the film down, my eyes taking in the events that unfolded. The door to my bedroom never opened, but I sat up in bed, turning the light on. I could see myself talking to something, flopping back down asleep. The light turned off on its own, no one getting into bed beside me. In horror I watched as my body twisted in pleasure, mimicking the movements I was making against Sam and Colby last night.

Or... what I thought was Sam and Colby.

That was all a dream. They never came into my room. They never confessed to knowing about my feelings or having feelings for me. They were never here!

The incubus...

I chucked the camera on the bed, a chill running up my spine. I raced over to my phone, texting Sam and Colby to come to my room ASAP.

They arrived a couple minutes later, confused as to my panic. I showed them the footage, watching them stare at the small screen in bewilderment.

"What were you dreaming about? Your body is moving... an awful lot in the video." Colby asked, looking up at me from the camera.

I blush, not sure what to say. Thank God there is no audio on the time lapse cameras. "Um... let's just say it was a NSFW type of dream."

"Oh...." He paused, then cocked his head, "Wait. Do you think it was...?"

"The incubus?" I suggested. Their eyes shifted away from me as I nodded, "...Yeah. At least, it’s  possibility."

Sam gaped down at the camera, "Wow, that's crazy! This footage is unbelievable."

Colby snickered, trying to lighten the mood. "Who did you have sex with in your dream?"

My eyes ignored their gaze, "Uh... no one in particular. Or I-uh, couldn't place the face."

"Even weirder. I'm gonna take this back to my room and save it onto my laptop. I do not want this footage to get corrupted or accidentally deleted." Sam responded, leaving my room quickly with the camera in hand.

Colby stood in my room, studying me as I sat awkwardly on the bed. I bit my lip, doing my best to not meet his stare.

He stepped towards me, "Are you okay? I can't imagine what's going through your head."

I exhaled tiredly, "I've been better. I just can't believe that dream last night wasn't real. It just felt so..."

"Real?" He replied, biting back a cheeky smile.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." I jokingly glared, rolling my eyes at him. But then I sighed, my shoulders slumping. "I should have known better though."

"About what?" He questioned.

"That something like that wouldn't happen." I whispered, unable to hide the disappointment in my voice.

He furrowed his brow, "Something like what? A man having sex with you?"

"The person... people, in question. They wouldn't have sex with me." I commented, standing up.

"Oh? There were multiple? Kinky." He remarked sarcastically.

I continued, "I confessed something to them, and they confessed back. I should have known that would never happen."

"Hey, you never know." Colby cupped my arm gently, "You are an amazing person, and anyone would be lucky to be with you, Y/N. Don't sell yourself short."

"Thank you. I appreciate that." I hugged him tightly, pulling him as close as I could.

"That's what friends are for." He stated, rubbing my back sweetly.

I tried not to wince at his words, nodding my head. "Yep... friends."

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Hi love!! I would love an Eddie request of him with inexperienced reader but it's not smut it's like the convo leading up to it like May be they start making out and it's getting steamy and she tells him she's a virgin and she's terrified bc what if she's bad at sex and then it's not good for him? What if he sees her naked and thinks she's not pretty?? And it's just Eddie comforting her and reassuring her

Oh, I would most definitely need Eddie to reassure me of these things, too. I hope you like what I've come up with 💕

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The old springs in Eddie’s mattress dig into your back, an occasional squeak emanating from them whenever your boyfriend shifts his weight on top of you. His tongue dances with yours, breath colliding and teeth grazing. Eddie encompasses all your senses, surrounding you wholly and leaving no room to think about anything else but him–if your brain can even manage to think at all with strong, calloused hands running over your body. 

His warm fingers trail up the outside of your leg, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The moment Eddie’s hand slips up your shorts on the front of your thigh though, your body goes from pure ecstasy to adrenaline-pumping nerves in an instant.

An involuntary jump of your body against his alerts Eddie that something’s wrong and he immediately pulls away to gaze down at you in concern.

“Are you okay?”

Though it’s clearly not the truth, you nod your head. Slowly, you scoot yourself out from beneath his body and sit up against the cheap mahogany headboard that’s caused a multitude of scratches against the dully painted trailer wall. 

“C-Can we talk for a second though?”

There’s worry in Eddie’s eyes. He’s terrified that he’s done something wrong or has hurt you in some way. Taking care to give you some space, your boyfriend situates himself to sit next to you on his bed, back also resting against the chipped and scuffed headboard.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Eddie says. “What’s going on?”

Tentatively, Eddie offers you his hand, resting it between the two of you. He’s leaving the decision up to you if you want to touch him right now or not. There’s no hesitation though, you eagerly lace your fingers with his. 

You give him a nervous smile, a million thoughts running through your head at once. It’ll be a miracle if you can speak coherently with the rate at which your mind is moving. Deciding to just bite the bullet and get it all out there, you take a deep breath.

“Um, I’m—I’m a virgin, Eddie.”

Whatever reaction you were planning on Eddie to have, he doesn’t give it to you. He seems completely unfazed by your admission. All you get is a nod of his head and a gentle squeeze of your hand. 

“Okay,” he says casually, as if your entire body isn’t running on nervous energy at the moment. “We can go as slow as you want, yeah?”

You know your body should feel relief, but the worry in your head tells you that you’ve only gotten through part of what you need to tell him. Might as well push through to the end.

“I’m…scared,” you admit. Shame floods your body, chilling your veins.

“Of me?” Eddie’s eyes widen and the alarm in them is clear.

“No!” You quickly assure him. “No, no, never of you.”

He heaves a sigh of relief, and you cup his hand in both of yours. Out of all the things that make you anxious about having sex with Eddie, Eddie is not one of them. But that means you have to tell him that you’re the problem. If your anxiety has one mortal nemesis in the world it is vulnerability. 

“I’m scared that I’ll be bad at it,” you admit. “I don’t know what I’m doing. What if you don’t like it? What if I mess up?” What if you don’t like how I look beneath my clothes?

“Whoa, whoa,” Eddie says with a shake of his head. The crease in his forehead shows his displeasure with the pressure you’re putting on yourself. “First of all, I don’t think you can really mess up sex, sweetheart. As long as you’re here and your clothes are off, I’d say we’re good to go.” He chuckles, but when you don’t join in, he sighs. “Are you honestly worried that I won’t like it?”

Unable to look him in the eye, you nod. His forehead furrows further as Eddie frowns. Usually, you’d rub your thumb over those wrinkles to smooth them out and calm him down. But usually, you’re not the cause of them. 

Gentle fingers grip your chin and tilt your face so you can look at him.

“Princess, it’s you. I love doing everything with you, you really think I won’t like having sex with you?”

When he puts it like that, you feel silly. Heat blooms in your face as embarrassment is scooped on top of the nerves. There are legitimate concerns, though. You’re sure of it. There has to be.

“W-What if you don’t like what my body looks like?” You ask it so quietly in the hope that he misses it.

It’s obvious that he doesn’t by the way his eyes nearly pop out of his head. He reminds you of one of those stress dolls that you squeeze and the small plastic eyes bulge out.

“Not like your body?” Eddie sounds almost incredulous. He pauses for a moment, eyes gazing into yours as he thinks of a reply. It feels like the understatement of the century to say he was unprepared for you to be worried about this; about something that he whole-heartedly knew to be untrue. A smile quirks Eddie’s mouth as his mind goes back to a day before you’d started dating. He licks over his lips before continuing. “Sweetheart, remember the pool party Jeff threw for his birthday last summer? You wore that low-cut, blue one-piece that showed off most of your back?”

Do you remember? You had agonized over what you should wear to that party and what Eddie would think when he saw you. 

“Yeah,” you tell him, voice quivering. 

“Babe,” he says with a shake of his head. “I still get off thinking about that. About how you looked. There was a reason I had to stay in the pool past the point of me freezing half to death in the water.”

Shock colors your face, and despite the gravity of the conversation, it makes Eddie smile wider.

“You…really?”

“Yes,” Eddie says with a breathless chuckle. “God, you’re so fucking hot. You’re gorgeous. It bothers me that you don’t see that.”

If there’s one thing you can say about your boyfriend, it’s that he’s very candid about his view on things–just ask anyone who’s had the pleasure of hearing him make a grand speech from atop a lunch table. Which is most of the high school-aged population in Hawkins.

Half of your brain is trying to convince you that now is the time he chooses to lie, that he’s just saying this to make you feel better or to shut you up. Meanwhile, the other half is telling the anxiety to put a sock in it and listen to Eddie.

“What’re you thinking?” Eddie asks quietly. A reminder of how well he knows you.

“Too much,” you say with a soft laugh. 

Eddie lets out a long breath and gently pulls you into his lap. He absentmindedly rests his hands on your thighs and his thumbs rub calming circles on your skin.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” he asks. Needing to show you physically how much he wants to help you, he snakes his arms around your body to hold you snugly against him. Your heart all but melts as he looks up at you with those large, puppy dog eyes.

With a small smile, you lean down and rest your forehead against your boyfriend’s. Sometimes he’s too cute for his own good. 

“You already have,” you say softly.

“What? How?” Eddie’s frowning again, but this time it's in confusion.

“Just by being you,” you tell him with a shrug.

“Well, I am pretty great,” Eddie says with a playful smirk. Your heart feels lighter once the stress lines fade from his beautiful face. 

You chuckle at his ego and sit back up straight.

“There is one more thing you could do for me, though.”

“What’s that, beautiful?”

There’s a hungry gleam in your eyes as you let your gaze trail up and down his lithe body. 

“Take off your shirt.”

[fruittt-punchhh]

Pop My Cherry!

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Synopsis: your dad's best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can't help but wonder what he could do with his hands.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x reader.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! smut, afab! reader, fem! reader, dad's best friend! Toji, suggestiveness, cursing, inexperienced (ish) reader, reader is a virgin but has done things ya know, female masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, getting caught in the act, reader smokes weed, alcohol usage, pet/ affectionate names, age gap (reader is 24, Toji is in his 30s), Toji calls reader (doll, slut, bitch, etc.), big dick! Toji, cunnilingus (f! receiving), fingering, just smut tbh.

Word Count: 3.7k-ish

Notes: hello again lovelies! here is pt. 4 of pop my cherry! I hope you guys have been digging it bc I def have❤️‍🔥🫶 also, reader finally gets her coochie ate🗣️🗣️🗣️can we get some w’s in the chat or some hoorays because we finally made it lmao. lemme know what you think!!! enjoy you filthy rat🐀💖🫶💋‼️ also, credits to kithsune and reveriesources for the banners! check them out!

“Poor baby, can’t even make yourself cum. You need Toji’s help, huh? Lemme show you, love”

Toji has you on your back with your knees pressed to your chest, his mouth hovering over your pussy. You can feel his breath on you as he takes in the sight before him.

“You have such a cute fucking cunt, you know that? Can’t believe no one’s knocked you up yet, girl.”

You feel your pussy clench around nothing as you try not to beg him. Anything would be better than him staring you down like this.

“T-Toji, I’m nervous. I-I’ve never done any of this before, what if I-“

“Just be quiet and let me eat, y/n. Haven’t eaten all day and I’m fucking starving.”

He trails sloppy kisses from your thighs, down to your juicy pussy. He licks a long stripe on the side of your pussy, and sucks on your outer lip. He chuckles at how you squirm. He loves watching you melt for him. He’s desperate to pound into you but he knows he’ll break you if he doesn’t properly stretch you out first. Even the most, ahem, experienced of women have a hard time adjusting to his size.

“Lemme make you feel good, okay doll? Wanna watch you come undone for me.”

Without any warning, he flattens his tongue to lap up all of your juices as he licks your entire pussy. You moan and instinctively grab a fistful of his hair to ground yourself.

“Kinky are we, huh? Gonna have to grab it harder than that.”

You do as your told as Toji eats you out like a man starved. He’s full on moaning into your cunt as he sucks on your swollen clit. You taste so fucking good for him. Like candy.

“Like w-what?”

Oh. Toji freezes before he’s looking up into your eyes.

“Yeah baby doll, this pussy is sweet like fucking candy. I could do this for hours, but I don’t think you could handle it. I need you to cum all in my mouth, can you do that f’me princess?”

You cry out as he goes back to devouring you, bucking your hips into his mouth. You feel out of control at this point. You’ve been basically edging yourself all day thinking about Toji. Now, he’s in front of you eating you like this is his last meal. You didn’t know how much more you could take. You felt that familiar burning in the pit of your stomach as your orgasm approached.

“F-fuck, mngh Tojiiiii, m’gonna c-cum”

Shit, he wanted to say something to send you over the edge, but he didn’t want to stop his work on your clit for fear of you not finishing. Besides, you tasted like fucking gold on his tongue and he’d be damned if he let a little dirty talk stop you from cumming on his face.

“Oh my, ohmygooood, m’cumming baby fuuuuck”

Your orgasm crashed into you, hard, and you thought you were going to pass out. No one has ever even touched you like this before, let alone devoured you whole. It felt sinfully good and you were cumming so quickly. You had no idea why you had waited this long to get some head, but you were surely addicted at any rate.

Toji doesn’t let you rest from your high, instead intent on overstimulating your abused cunt. He needed to taste every last drop, so he shoves his thick tongue inside your tight hole. If he could drink you until the well ran dry, he would.

“T-Toji please, s’too much, mmmmhh”

You were seeing stars at this point. His tongue plunging in and out of you, and his big nose was rubbing on your clit in a way that you thought should be illegal. You couldn’t help but hump into his face, desperately chasing your next orgasm much too soon.

Toji came up for air to take you in as you lie before him. He had to grip his cock again, nearly bruising the base of it. You had this dreamy, fucked out look on your face. Tears streaming down your temples, hair ruffled, and lips nearly bleeding from how hard you were biting them. He still held your legs taught against your chest, not giving you anywhere to run.

“It’s not too much, girl, I know you can take it. We’re just getting started, babe.” He says as he licks his lips and chin obscenely, trying not to waste any of your sweet nectar. He releases the hold on your legs, much to your relief. You finally felt like you could take a deep breath for the first time since you two began.

Your relief was cut short.

“Hold your legs up for me doll, need’ta stretch her out nice and good for me. Don’t want ya’ cutting my dick in half with that tight pussy of yours”

You obediently wrapped your hands around the back of your knees, pulling your legs back up into their original position. Of course, the original position had you bent entirely in half thanks to Toji’s brute strength, but this would do just fine. You bite your lip as you look down at him. You know what’s coming. You’ve been thinking about it for the past twelve hours and now that it’s happening, you don’t know if you should be elated or terrified.

“Good girl, hold ‘em just like f’me”

Toji looks at your glistening cunt and feels like he is suddenly 25 again, bursting with hormones and energy. Your pretty pink pussy was making a wet spot on the bed, but a little more couldn’t hurt right? He spits on your pussy, watching it drip down your clit, your folds, and inside of you. He was supposed to be ruining you, but goddammit if he didn’t feel as ruined as ever looking at your cute, helpless expression.

You yelp out as Toji lightly slaps your pussy. Not enough to hurt, but the stinging was still there. At this point, you were so desperate for him, you think you’d let him kill you if it’d meant he’d fuck you first.”

“S’probably gonna hurt, but I’ve gotta get you ready, okay love?”

(not toji being.. sweet?)

Toji runs his two fingers along your glistening slit, coating himself with your wetness. He places a sweet kiss to your clit before he’s pushing his middle finger into you, slowly.

“H-holy shiiit, ohmyg-ooood,” you choke out. It was better than you could have imagined. You fingered yourself once in a blue moon. It wasn’t your favorite past time since you could never make yourself cum that way. But this felt worlds better than what your small fingers could do. He’s barely starting pumping into you before you’re a whining mess underneath him.

Toji is rutting his cock into the mattress below, desperate for any sort of touch. You were driving him insane with those cute little gasps and whimpers. He could only dream of how slutty you’d sound when you were stuffed full of his cock.

“Fuck, look at you. Already ‘bout to cum, huh?”

You lift your head up to look down at Toji while he finger fucks you. He’s going almost too slow, but the stretch told you it was necessary. He wasn’t even eating your pussy anymore. His eyes were glued to the beauty in front of him.

He loved watching how your tight hole almost sucked his digit in, and he couldn’t imagine how heavenly you would feel clenching and sucking around his cock. He felt his mouth watering for another taste of you. He locks his lips to your clit and with a harsh suck, he starts moving his finger faster.

You were a writhing mess for him and you already felt your orgasm creeping up on you yet again. You were sure you could cum just from him fingering you alone. The sight of him taking in every part of you, watching you so closely while you whined for him; it was too much. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he starts suckling on your bud and pumping into you faster and faster.

He keeps pulling away from your clit, sucking on it and releasing with an obscene pop! He keeps giving you little kitten licks to tease you while you huff in frustration. You grab a chunk of his black hair and pull him into you, forcing him to stay glued to your clit. In doing so, you released one of your legs, letting it rest on the bed as Toji devoured you.

Well now, that simply wouldn’t do. While he didn’t mind you being aggressive with him, he needed those plush thighs up and out of the way so he could consume every part of you.

“No ma’am, hold those legs or imma do it for you,” he winks, and you feel yourself losing it. You didn’t know if you had the strength to hold them anymore. The pace he was going at, his tongue feeling too fucking good on your clit. Your legs were starting to shake and they were tired, and you were scared you might clasp them together on his head whenever he made you cum next.

Noticing your failure to pull your legs back up, he takes his hand off of his long cock and uses it to shove your knees back to their original position.

“H-holy shiiiit Toj-“ you can’t even finish your exclamation before your breath is stolen from you. He pushes another thick finger inside of your soppy cunt and just goes to town, sucking and moaning on your clit.

“-told ya’ t’watch that mouth, bitch,” he says, muffled by your sweet pussy as he tries his hardest not to fuck you within an inch of your life on his fingers.

The stretch was painful, but it only added to the sensations you were overwhelmed by. Your high still hadn’t worn off, so Toji, who would normally be considered a 10/10 pussy eater, was feeling more like a 100/10.

“Mmmmh, I bet you wanna cum so bad, huh doll? Should I give it to you? Have you earned it?”

Toji smirks as he sees the look on your face. He has never seen anyone look so desperate and needy for anything in their life. As if you were a glass of water in the desert and she was dying of thirst. That look might kill him if he stares too long.

While he awaits your answer, he continues torturing your pussy with the slow thrusts of his big fingers.

“Y-yess, oh god, yes, I-I promise I’ve been good for you, sir”

Have you lost your mind?? The nicknames Toji gave you made you weak, so you wanted to try one out. What if he thought it was stupid???

Sir? He didn’t want to let on that the little nickname you just gave him had his dick spurting precum all over the mattress. You were so desperate to cum, he started to almost feel bad for you.

“Sir, hah, you must wanna cum real bad, huh? Do it then, bitch. Cum on my fingers if you want it so bad,” he says as he quickens his pace, and starts curling his fingers inside you with every thrust. He figured he had teased you enough and you looked like you’d explode if you didn’t get your release. He started sucking on your clit again, anxious to feel how tight you’d get when you came for him.

“Fuck, baby please, just-just like that, I-I’m, shit, gonna cum, ohmygoooood,” you whined. You thought it couldn’t get any better until he was curling his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. That was the spot you would fail to reach every time you fingered yourself, so you hardly bothered with it. He kept hitting that spot, over and over again. You were going to cum any second now. Your felt your stomach tighten so much you were scared you’d burst. You knew your orgasm was approaching, but it felt so much more.. intense. It was almost like the pressure you feel when you have to pee really bad, you thought. But you had used the restroom when you came in from tanning, so surely you didn’t have to go again, right???

Toji looked up at you while he ate you, listening to your moans turn into gasps and cut off breaths. You were so close, he knew it. He couldn’t let up now, he needed to feel you cum. He had to mentally prepare himself for how tight you’d get when you were cumming on his cock later.

He speeds up his movements, not letting you have a moment without constant stimulation. He was going to pull this out of you one way or another. With one final thrust of his fingers, you were screaming.

Your pussy clenches on his fingers so tight, they’re nearly pushed out of you from the sheer pressure. He never lets up, drinking in your juices as you squirt all over his face. Jesus Christ, you couldn’t stop. You were groaning with how intensely your orgasm washed over you. You thought squirting was just a thing in porn! You never knew any of your friends to do it. But here you were, gushing around Toji’s big fingers like you were on cam.

Toji thought he might cum seeing you like this. You were screaming underneath him, attempting (poorly) at pushing his head back, your thighs squeezing together as the stimulation was beginning to be too much. Your pussy squeezes his fingers so tight as you squirt all over him. He was in fucking heaven.

“Atta’ girl, look at you. You’re ready for me now, yeah?”

“T-Toji?”

You look down at him, still shaking as he pulls his fingers out of you, the sudden loss of his warmth making you whimper. You watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your cum off of them. He even licks his fucking palm. God, he was feral. He still wasn’t looking at you. Was he talking to your pussy?

“Shut up, girl, wasn’t talking to you. I was asking her, hah,” he laughs. He was so far gone he didn’t know if he’d be able to go another moment without your pretty pink lips on his cock.

“O-oh, s-sorry, Toj-“

He interrupts you, not giving you a chance to finish whatever apology you had come up with.

“You talk too much, brat. Need to stuff that mouth shut.” Just the thought of his dick anywhere near that pretty mouth had him feeling out of control.

Opting to keep your mouth shut like Toji wanted demanded, you (somehow) managed to sit up, crawling on your hands and knees towards him. You continue forward until he is leaning on the footboard of your bed, with his hands placed behind him, holding him up. And what a sight it was.

His cock was stiff, leaking precum all over his shirt. The sight of you crawling towards him like a little minx, tits hanging in front of him, had him going insane.”

“Come here, doll, lemme show you how good you taste”

You sit on his lap, being careful to not sit all the way down on his cock. You were still so sensitive from the orgasms he had yanked out of you. You had to hover on top of him so you wouldn’t yelp from the overstimulation.

You wrap your arms around his neck, ready to have your lips on his after such a long intermission. You close your eyes, ready for him to meet you halfway, when you feel his (still wet) hand grab your chin roughly.

“What, are you scared of it or somethin’, woman? Put that pussy on me, bitch, need to feel how good I did for ya’,” he growls, grabbing your hips as he pushes your heat down onto his throbbing cock.

He wasn’t going to last at this rate. Your hands were in his hair, tugging on it while you moan into his mouth. He had your sloppy cunt running up and down his length, covering every inch of him in your lust. He thrusts his tongue in your mouth, wanting you to taste how good you were for him. It didn’t exactly taste like candy like he claimed earlier, but it wasn’t bad. It was a little sweet, even. He was intoxicating.

Your hips were aching as Toji’s hands were bruising you from the grip he had on them. You felt another orgasm approaching, very apparent from your shaky legs and pathetic moans.

“You sound like such a little slut for me, baby. Ya’know, next time you should record it. We’d make a killing, you just sound too good.”

Next time??? You hadn’t even thought that far ahead yet. You were so lost in the moment you failed to realize that Toji may not ever be able to get enough of you. It wasn’t far from the truth to say you felt the same too, as conflicting as it was. At this point, you were too far gone and you felt too good to care anymore.

You stilled your hips, needing a break and you found it hard to talk with your pussy grinding on Toji’s lap like you were, “T-Toji, god that’s so embar-“

“I didn’t say stop, woman. Learn how to talk while I please you or we’re not gettin’ anywhere,” he says as he grabs your plump ass and rubs you against his cock again.

“S-sorry sir, I just feel like… I s-sound weird, mmmnh,” you respond, moaning as he plants a firm hand on your ass cheek, spanking you.

“Shut the fuck up little girl. Can you see what you did to me, huh? I’m about to cum just looking at you and you sound like a fucking pornstar,” you can’t help but hide behind your hands as you blush for the umpteenth time tonight.

“Don’t hide that pretty face, doll. Ya’know what? You don’t have to post it or nothin’. Just send it to me so I got something to beat off too later, okay?”

The thought of Toji pleasing himself to your voice had you melting. Maybe he’s just super pent up from work and hasn’t got laid in a while? Surely that had to be it. You were a 6/10 on a good day, and you had maybe 1% of the sexual experience that he had.

“Okay, okay yeah we can try next time, I-I guess. Would you really…. touch yourself to it? Why?” You ask, knowing that the plethora of porn available at his disposal was immense. Why would he pick a shitty homemade video of you moaning for him for jack off material??

“That’s it, good girl. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, you know that, y/n? If I had a video of you moaning on top of my dick, it might be the only thing I cum to ever again”

Toji was fucked. Since when is he this honest? To a woman he barely knew, nonetheless. It was so true, though. Having you whining for him, pleasing yourself by using his cock on cam? Pfft, he might not even need to get laid again if you got that video (false).

Your face was beet red at this point. You moaned in response to his confession. Instead of question him further, you decided to take the initiative for once. You kiss him as you finally rub your hands under his tight shirt, feeling how rock hard his torso was. He was sweaty and had just a few chest hairs and you didn’t know why you wanted to rip his shirt off so fucking badly.

“If you wanna see, all you have to do is ask, hun”

“Please Toji, I want to see all of you. Please, I’ll do anything,” you confess, because it was true. You wanted to see him just as exposed as you were right now.

“Oh, anything, huh? Even if I wanted you to suck every last drop of your cum off my cock?” If you kept grinding your little pussy all over him like this, he was going to finish well before he intended to. If you sucked him off, at least he could have a break from the constant friction you were giving him.

“Oh… I mean, yes, yeah I would. I wanna be a good girl for you, Toji,” and to be fair, you had been dreaming about how he would taste, and how quickly he’d fill up your mouth with his massive cock. Your mouth started to water as you waited for his response.

Jesus Christ. He didn’t think you’d be so quick to agree, but he also didn’t know just how wrapped around his finger you were. The thought of stuffing your throat full of him was intoxicating, and he was scared he may not last long enough to fuck your tight cunt like he needed to.

“That’s what I thought, baby doll,”

He watches your heavenly figure as you lift off of him, scooting back to come face to face with his throbbing dick.

You were impossibly nervous. You wanted to do a good job, but all the other blowjobs you’ve given before were for much, much smaller dicks. You’ve never even made a guy finish with just your mouth before, always being interrupted by roommates or your jaw being so tired that you had to jerk them off to finish the job. But you were determined to make Toji feel good after how hard he made you cum.

“Uh-uh, what do ya’ think you’re doin’, woman? Get on your fucking knees,” he spits. He knows with his extreme size and girth, it’d be much easier for you to take more of him if you were on your knees and had your throat at that angle. Plus, seeing you on your knees throating his cock was a requirement at this point.

“Okay, yeah sure, s-sorry,” you say as you step off the bed and get on your knees in the floor in front of the wall. You sit back on your heels as you wait for him, the excitement rushing through your entire body.

“Girl stop apologizing and just make it up to me, yeah?”

pt. 5

@scorpiosugar mwahahah

[honeyhonest]

minors do not interact, 18+ only

✧˖°. doctor's orders

hey guys. did you know that medieval doctors would prescribe orgasms as medical treatment, as it was believed that a buildup of sexual desire would cause illness?

you know who would know this?

warnings: afab!reader (they/you pronouns, I say cunt a lot), fingering, humping, praise, usage of "little one" bc guhhh, biting, medical kink if you squint, long

It was of the opinion of your dear friends that you had fallen very, very ill.

There could be no other explanation; the pleasant, thoughtful prefect, their beloved friend, had become disinterested and grumpy, isolating themselves in their room and dismissing any attempts to talk.

You complained of being dizzy. You always looked as if you didn't quite sleep enough the night before, or the night before that. And you were distracted, your mind clearly on something else.

And despite the best efforts of your friends, you refused to see the nurse.

"I've never seen them so stubborn," Vil complains. "It's as if they want to suffer."

Leona scoffs and kicks his feet up on the table. "I say let 'em be. They're going through a phase. Can't do anything about that,"

"Was this really important enough to meet over?" Trey asks. "I have to take batter out of the fridge in fifteen-"

"Yes, we heard you the first time. And yes, it's important. They've become an absolute hermit," Vil says.

Cater leans into his elbow on the table, smiling. "And aren't they like, a little old to be going through phases?"

"My thoughts exactly,"

Each of your friends exchange glances. All have their theories, but none are willing to share them in the dim lighting of the classroom. Leona sighs.

"As much as I hate to ask, can't you just have your little lapdog figure it out?"

"Rook?" Vil asks. "I've tried. He smiles at me, as if he knows, and then says he hasn't a clue and walks off."

"Psh. Typical,"

"What're we talking about?"

Lost in thought and tense conversation, no one had noticed the door to the classroom opening.

Perhaps they wouldn't have noticed even if it was quiet, since the fae standing at the mouth of the room with his hands folded behind his back and a curious smile on his face was known for surprises.

"...Good evening, Lilia," Vil says. "We were only having a conversation."

His eyes light up at the trepidation in Vil's words. "Ooh, gossip?"

"Nothing of the sort,"

Cater grins, and leans further against the table. "Uh, kinda, tho. A certain someone's been weird lately, and it's freaking everyone out,"

"Oh," Lilia says, raising his brow. "That's unfortunate. Are they unwell?"

Cater shrugs, and Vil rolls his eyes.

"Yes. But they refuse to be tended to,"

The fae hums, the same curious smile on his lips. He's obviously not too worried. "Perhaps I can help. I've treated some illnesses in my time. What are the symptoms?"

Vil seems reluctant to share, as if he doubts Lilia's word, but then he sighs.

"Fatigue, shortness of breath, and they complain of feeling lightheaded. They've also taken to isolating themselves in their room, and their attitude has..."

"They're a huge dick now," Leona grins. Vil glares daggers at him.

Lilia hums again, cradling his chin in thought. "I see... if that's all, then I think I know what's ailing them. I'm afraid it's rather serious,"

And the room goes silent, everyone's attentions drawn to the small fae. Some suddenly look quite nervous, and others- Leona- roll their eyes.

"Woah, Lils, how serious are we talking?" Cater asks, sitting up straight again.

"I read of it in a Briar Valley medicinal tome some time ago. It's quite common in mature humans," he explains. "Some cases have been deathly. Luckily, there is treatment... ahem, but it must be given by another person."

"Like an injection or something?" Cater asks.

"Khee hee. Yes, something like that,"

Vil puts his hands on his hips, still looking skeptical. "And I suppose you'd like to give it?"

For a fleeting moment in that dark room, in the flicker of candle, Lilia's smirk sharpens, a knowing, sly gleam in his eyes.

Then, as if it had never happened, his cute, jovial expression returns. "Of course. I am the expert, after all,"

.

"Knock knock~"

Lilia is, perhaps, the last person you want to see right now.

Between your friends pestering you and the dull, unrelieved ache between your legs that you can never seem to rid yourself of, this week has felt like twelve of Lilia's lifespans combined.

The door opens without a response from you.

"There you are!" Lilia beams, as if he'd been looking for you all day. As if you'd been anywhere but in your room...

"Hello, dear. A little birdie told me you weren't feeling well."

You suppress a groan of pure, tortured anguish. "Listen, I know you're just trying to help, but I'm really not in the mood for visitors,"

"Aren't you?" he says with a tsk, tsk, slowly closing the door behind him. "I think a visitor is just what you need. I know just how to make this go away, after all."

You almost roll your eyes. He's just like the others- no amount of soup and bed rest was going to help you.

"Aww, don't give me that look," Lilia smiles, delicately sitting at the end of your bed. "I can tell this isn't a stomach bug or a cold. I'm not witless like the others, you know. Now, we're both adults here. Would you like to tell me about it, or shall I guess?"

You blink. No other option. You want to believe that he doesn't know what he's talking about, but he's Lilia.

Your refusal to answer only sharpens his grin.

"Guessing it is. Let's see," he says, his eyes lingering on your body for a moment too long.

"Khee hee. Seems like someone is a little overdue for some fun. Frustrated, are we?"

"Lilia!"

You throw your pillow at him, and he catches it with a giggle, setting it beside him and leaning over you.

"I'm right, then? Oh, don't tell me. I love the suspense. But you do know it's unhealthy to abstain. Lethal, sometimes. Back in my day, it was called womb sickness. Now it's... what, going cold turkey?"

"Lilia,"

He giggles again. "Oh, I apologize. Too lewd?"

He's not sorry in the slightest. If anything, he seems to be drinking in your frustration and embarrassment, and he has that glint in his eyes- that fiery sort of look he has before a competition.

"It's not that," you huff. "And I'm not... abstaining. I just... I've... I've had trouble... getting there."

Lilia doesn't seem surprised. If anything, his smirk only sharpens, and his eyes lower to your body again, lingering far too long on the exposed tummy visible between your shirt and your pants. His fingers, cool and almost calloused, brush against your cheek as he tucks hair behind your ear.

"Hmm... that is unfortunate, isn't it?"

"Very," you say, plainly.

There's a moment of silence, his eyes dragging down your body, shamelessly admiring you with only a look.

His hand snakes from the sheets beside you to your thigh, fingers pressing into the plush and thumb languidly stroking along the warmth of your inner thigh. There's nothing shy or gentle about the touch.

"Let me help you,"

"Excuse me?"

He bursts into a fit of giggles, his fingers digging into your thigh.

"Khee hee. My apologies, what I meant was, it is quite unhealthy to go so long without proper release. But there are... treatments,"

His thumb presses into your inner thigh for emphasis.

"So... let me help you. In a strictly professional, medical context. Of course,"

"Of course?" you repeat.

"Of course,"

His hand slides up your side, and he gives you a firm, reassuring squeeze before sliding back to your thigh, coaxing your legs apart.

Lilia stills, taking a breath and enjoying the look of you on your back underneath him. Then, he cozies himself up next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"This'll be better if you relax. Doctor's orders," he says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

His fingers dance along the hem of your pajamas before sliding between the fabric of your pants and underwear. He traces a line up your clothed cunt, feeling for arousal, and then, without warning, he pushes his thumb against your achey clit, hard, making you jolt.

"Khee hee. Couldn't help myself,"

You don't have the mind to curse him out now, not even in your thoughts. His mouth finds your neck, and he presses kisses to it as his thumb moves in deep, languid circles over the pearl of your cunt.

"O-oh,"

"You like?" he giggles, fangs grazing against the tender flesh of your throat. "Don't get too cozy. We're only starting."

Every few seconds, he changes the direction or pace of his thumb, stroking your clit in circles or moving up and down, both agonizingly slow and agonizingly fast, never giving you a moment to breathe, and certainly not to cum.

"That's it," he murmurs against your neck, lowered, crimson eyes watching your chest rise and fall with each breath. "Aren't you a brave little one? Getting so wet for me..."

As if to emphasize his point, two fingers make their way beneath the thin fabric of your underwear, dipping between your folds and dancing in your slick. The cold of his skin makes your hips jolt again, and he giggles.

"Mmh. You weren't kidding. You're desperate, aren't you?"

He takes your flustered silence as a yes, and withdraws his fingers from between your legs, holding them to the light, playing with the glistening strings of slick between his fingers.

"...How cute,"

He's been torturing you for so long, you'd nearly forgotten... everything. The time, the place, your own name...

Only the absence of his hand from your cunt reminds you, and you meet his eyes with a pout.

"Lil-"

"Suck," he commands, holding his fingers to your lips. The warmth of your own cunt meets the warmth of your tongue as you let him in, and he hums happily. Once, he presses down on your tongue, making you gag, much to his delight.

He withdraws the hand and uses it to hold your face, smearing your cheek with your spit as he guides your lips to his. Lilia kisses you hard, tasting yourself on your tongue, almost moaning into your mouth when you do.

Then, he pulls away, his eyes lowered, fangs pressing into his lower lip in a grin.

"Ready?"

"Ready?" You repeat, watching him rest his head on your chest as he lays himself beside you again.

His fingers slip beneath your underwear again. "For your treatment, silly thing. Ready?"

You can suddenly feel your heart in your throat, and as soon as the word leaves your mouth, there are two nimble fingers breaching your cunt.

"My, my," his giggles almost drown out the sound of your moans. "Don't worry, little one, I'll take good care of you."

He scissors his fingers, stretching you out as if to test how much you can take, which is pleasurable in its own way, and then he begins moving. He pumps his middle and ring finger in and out, shallow at first, but going further with each noise of yours. He curls his fingers the deeper he goes, forcing more moans and whimpers and incoherent babbles out of your throat.

Though you can't see his face as he focuses solely on the place between your legs, you can tell he's enjoying this... if only because he's been grinding against your thigh since before you kissed.

"That's- that's it, just like that, you're doing so well, little one-"

The speed of his hips quickens with the speed of his fingers, filling the room with the sound of your desperate moans, his whines, and the squish of his fingers thrusting into your slick hole. His ankle hooks around yours, locking your bodies together as he humps your thigh. The heel of his palm grinds into your clit as his fingers push deeper.

You're convinced he can feel your orgasm coming before you do, because as soon as he hits the perfect spot, he sinks his fangs into your neck, overwhelming you with pain and pleasure and making you cum, finally, all over his hand.

Your vision goes white, and his soft praises sound distant until you can feel your fingers again.

And his, as he pulls them out, admiring the way they're wrinkled from your wetness and covered in slick.

"Mmh. I'm impressed. You must have been truly desperate to cum like that- or perhaps you just like me? Khee hee,"

You can't seem to speak, your body still numb and tingling with pleasure. Lilia grins at the state of yourself and leans up to kiss your sweaty forehead.

"All better, I take it? I knew I always had a knack for medicine," he says, sitting up.

You watch as he licks his hand clean, savoring the fruits of his efforts.

"I'm sure your friends will be pleased to see you in good health again."

Your eyes widen, and your lips finally part- "Don't-"

He chuckles. "I won't say a word, don't worry your pretty little head about it. It'll be our little secret, Prefect~"

Lilia looks away for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, and then he smiles again.

"...That was a close call, though. It would be just terrible if something like this happened again. I'll have to return in a few days to make sure you're taking good care of yourself- doctor's orders."

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, what if they have been dating for 4 months, and Eddie is still getting adjusted to being with one of the most popular girls in highschool, so when he sees Steve at his girlfriend's house in her bedroom he loses it, he gets really angry at her bc he thought she was cheating on him or something, but Reader and Steve were just working together on some important project and due to that, they needed to spend time together. But Eddie didn't knew that, so he starts to ignore reader, stops giving her ride stop home, so Y/N goes to the trailer park to tell Eddie what's really going on, but Eddie doesn't seems interested in that, but reader convinces him to talk to her and she tells him about the project and Eddie realizes he's been acting like an idiot, but reader forgives him because he's her bf?

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting this angst but happy ending fic 🫶🏻

Project?

Eddie knew dating one of the most popular girls in school was going to come with a lot of adjustments. He was at the very bottom of the social class, and now skyrocketed to the top in a flash.

He still couldn't believe he got Y/N to go out with him. She was a preppy cheerleader with a bright smile and an aura that everyone fell in love with. She had Eddie falling over his sneakers within seconds of smelling her perfume and the way her sweet voice said his name. He was shocked she knew who he was and gave him the time of the day.

Somehow throughout all the talking and flirting, they kissed and a relationship surfaced.

Four months passed and their relationship grew stronger by the day. Eddie has never felt more in love with someone, but also never felt more insecure within himself. He knew people adored his girlfriend and that many boys wished to be in his spot. If they were in the lower class like Eddie, he knew he already had one up on them. But the popular kids? He didn't have anything on them.

~~~

Eddie kept his jealousy to himself to not cause any fights or difficult discussions. But he was always so close to blowing at the seams.

"Hey Eds?" Y/N asked, she figured now was a horrible time to try to talk to him as he prepared for his campaign. It started in only ten minutes but she had a last minute plan she wanted him to be aware of.

"hm?" He mumbled, truthfully he wasn't listening. He heard his name and made a sound. His brain was too focused on the campaign ahead.

"Steve is coming over for a theater project. We have to do this love story. And I wanted to make sure you knew that it was strictly for class." She said, her stomach in nervous knots.

"All good. See you after!" He said, turning around to peck her lips before he went back to the campaign.

Well that went way better than she thought.

~~~

Eddie looked at his watch as he used the spare key to walk into Y/N's house. He knew her parents were away on vacation so he didn't have to worry about coming in unannounced.

He hummed a song in his head as he skipped up the stairs. Excitement in his bones to tell his girlfriend all about the campaign and its progress.

"...and when I look at you, I see the most beautiful girl in the world."

Eddie froze as he heard the sound of a male voice coming from his girlfriend's bedroom. The door was wide open and Eddie felt like he wanted to puke at the way Steve Harrington was holding his girlfriend's face in his hands. His heart broke more and more as she leaned into it and not away from it. They sat close on her bed, too cuddled for his liking.

"Are you saying you are in love with me?" She whispered, her eyes skimmed up and down Steve's face.

"Always have been." Steve whispered back, Eddie wasn't sure if they were about to kiss but he wasn't going to stand and watch.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Eddie screamed, within seconds he yanked Steve off the bed and threw him to the floor.

"WOAH DUDE!" Steve yelled, fright in his eyes.

"EDDIE! STOP!" Y/N screamed, she went to yank Eddie off but he refused to budge. He had Steve pinned to the floor, his fist aiming for his jaw.

"HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Y/N screamed, grabbing Eddie as strongly as she could and shoved him off.

Eddie fell to the floor next to Steve, trying to ignore the sting he felt when she checked on Steve.

Eddie jumped up, anger in his body as a piercing noise rang through his ears.

"let me explain," Y/N sighed, she stood up calmly and that hit Eddie wrong. Why was she so chill about this? Why wasn't she crying and begging for forgiveness?

"I think I saw all that I needed to see. Enjoy Harrington, we are done." He sneered, he practically ran out of the room. She was quick to yell after him but he refused to stop. She followed him all the way out of the driveway, watching his van speed off at a law breaking speed.

~~~

A few days passed and Y/N couldn't get Eddie to speak one word to her. She called and called. She tried to talk to him in the halls but he'd walk away. She tried at lunch during a deal but he got up and left. He even stopped driving her home. She could have gotten a ride from Steve, but she knew that would make the situation worse. So she was stuck walking home.

The rain poured down as she walked out of the school building. No warning on the radar so she didn't have any good clothes or an umbrella. She growled to herself as she began to walk down the stairs.

Just great, she thought. Her boyfriend? Ex boyfriend? Was ignoring her, and it tore her apart. And now she had to walk home in the soaking rain.

She thought for a second, the trailer park was way closer than her house. She knew Eddie didn't want to see her, but maybe it was time she forced the boy to listen to her.

She walked through the mud of the trailer park and landed at Eddie's door. She knocked a few times, but stayed close to the door.

Eddie opened the door with a snarl but it lightly faded when he saw her shivering and holding herself warm.

"what in the hell are you doing?" He asked, slight concern in his voice. She allowed him to pull her inside.

"I'm here to talk to you!" She huffed, she removed her wet shoes and cringed at the wet clothes she was stuck in.

"in the rain?" He questioned.

"Look! Your house is way closer to school than mine and I didn't want to walk all the way home. Plus we needed to talk."

"Why didn't hairy boy Steve drive you?" Eddie said as he rolled his eyes.

"Because I knew that would hurt you, even if you have the wrong idea of what you saw, I wouldn't shove that in your face." She explained.

Eddie felt his hard shell slowly breaking. She chose to walk through the pouring rain to talk to him, and she chose to walk instead of asking Steve for a ride because she knew it would hurt him.

"I don't think I got the wrong idea!" Eddie scoffed, he turned around to march into his room.

Y/N quickly followed, "YOU CAN'T IGNORE ME!" she yelled after him. She figured he was going to slam his bedroom door after him, but he didn't.

Instead he grabbed a clean shirt and boxers from his laundry basket. All folded nicely so she knew Wayne recently did wash.

"Put these on so you don't catch a cold." He demanded. She thanked him and began to strip off her clothes. Eddie wasn't sure if it was his place to look or not, but he couldn't help himself. He'd admire her every day if he could.

"You do have the wrong idea, Steve and I were working on a project." She explained as she slipped Eddie's shirt over her bare chest.

"Is that slang for cheating?" Eddie scoffed. Y/N rolled her eyes and slipped on the boxers next. Throwing her soaked clothes on the floor.

"No, you idiot. It means we were working on a theater project, one that I told you about and even said it would be a romance. But apparently you chose not to listen." She defended herself, her arms crossed as she glared at him.

His defence was starting to break apart. He searched his brain for more questions.

"When? Because I don't recall such thing."

"Right before your campaign. You nodded along and kissed me goodbye. The same night you almost killed Steve." She explained.

"Oh really?"

"really!"

"oh really?"

"Really, Eddie."

"Well....I completely forgot about that." He said as he admitted defeat. He kinda remembered hearing her voice and the sound of Steve's name but nothing in between. He sat on his bed and hung his head in shame.

"We were acting. There's no one else. I love you. And even after you being a complete idiot." She said softly as she kneeled in front of him. She looked at his puppy eyes and softly kissed his cheek.

"Fuck, I'm sorry for losing my control like that. I'm sorry for not giving you a chance to explain. And I'm so sorry for not listening to you when you already explained everything to me. I acted like a dick." Eddie said, he truly felt guilty and embarrassed for how easy it all could have been avoided if he listened in the first place.

"I understand the fear and anger you had upon seeing what you did. But it's way better to communicate with me so we can fix it, yeah?"

"Definitely. If I ever see Steve making moves, I'll question before killing him." Eddie joked, he felt his stomach flip as she laughed into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest.

"Gee, thanks." She laughed.

"I love you too. Thank you for not giving up on me." He said into her hair.

He was granted a blessing, and he vowed to never ruin it.

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“All I Ever Wanted” Cho Sang-Woo x fem!reader

hey so… no one make fun of my writing skills it has been a LONGGGGGG time. I will probably end up deleting this (i definitely will) i just love sang-woo and needed this imagine to come to life. Anyway guys pleak don’t make fun of me bc I will probably go into hiding 😊😊 A girl can only take so much criticism, also if ANYONE has done this creds to them!!!!! I just thought of this last night and I #needthat

There you stood. Happy, sad, excited, confused? Scared. You were scared. Your eyes fixated on the sight before you, a positive pregnancy test. You were late and that never happens so you bought a test to be sure . What if Sang-Woo isn’t ready for a baby? What if he isn’t excited? What if he doesn’t want to be a father? Your thoughts were soon interrupted when you heard the angelic voice of your loving husband.

“Y/N, sweetheart I’m home!”

You came downstairs and Sang-Woo pulled you into a warm hug and planted a sweet kiss to your lips, the kind of kiss that makes you feel like a silly high school girl.

He started to remove his coat as he spoke “You would not believe the kind of day I had. First my meeting with the board went wrong all because some intern spilled coffee on-“ he cut himself off as he noticed that you weren’t your optimistic self, you didn’t chime in as you normally would . He scanned your face as if he could read your mind, trying to solve the puzzles in your head.

“Y/N, baby, talk to me” he waved a hand in your face and you came out of your daze seeing a very concerned Sang-Woo looking back at you. You brushed him off and told him to continue his story.

About an hour has passed and you decided to start preparing dinner to ease your mind. As you were stirring the pot you felt a warm embrace come from behind you. Your adoring husband pulled you into a hug from behind.

He left soft kisses in the crook of your neck and whispered sweet nothings to you as he nibbled on your ear.

You both ate dinner with an awkward silence taking possession of the room. He still noticed something was bothering you, but he didn’t want to push your buttons so the silence continued.

As you both finished washing the dishes, Sang-Woo excused himself to go wash up. He began to wash up but he noticed a foreign object lying underneath his wife’s old hand towel.

As curious as he is, he tossed the towel aside and discovered the pregnancy test. He stared in awe, daydreaming about fatherhood, about how beautiful you would look during your pregnancy, about how much he would love his future daughter or son.

He slipped the test into his pocket and called out your name.

“Coming, I’m just putting away our glasses” and with that you walked up into your bedroom. Sang-Woo sat at the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him, signalling for you to join him.

Without another word he placed the test into your hand and smiled at you. You felt your stomach drop. Anxious thoughts overtaking this intimate moment.

“Sang-Woo I was going to tell you I swear! I only found out today and I didn’t know how to tell you. I promise I wasn’t trying to hide this from you. I didn’t know if you would be mad or happy or-“

Your nervous rambling was cut short when a soft chuckle erupted from your husband’s chest. He continued to laugh at your cuteness. “Honey why would I be mad” he started to trace patterns your thigh soothingly.

“It’s just we’ve only been married a year and you’re so busy with your job, I just- I didn’t want to distract you from your career”

“Oh Y/N, a family with you is all I ever dreamed of. I can picture it now; me and you attending our children’s soccer games, science fairs, ballet recitals, graduations, weddings, and literally any event because our children will be little overachievers like me” You giggled at his last statement “All I ever wanted was to start a family with the woman of my dreams and here we are. I could never be mad about this”

You couldn’t help but become emotional after your husband’s words. Tears formed in your eyes and you smiled. You both got ready for bed early, deciding the only important thing was to prepare for your little bundle of joy. Sang-Woo even went as far as booking a doctor’s appointment for you first thing in the morning. You continued to discuss your future with your baby and couldn’t be more excited.

[peachhcs]

locker room antics

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)

macklin pokes at will like a younger brother and the guys in the locker room are just the same as the guys back in boston

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woot woot another post! i really believe macklin likes to poke at will and ask him embarrassing questions because he can —also i don’t know the sjs guys that well but i thought it was funny to recreate will getting caught with hickeys like he did at bc

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"wait, why do you drive with one hand like that?" macklin observed the way will's left hand sat atop the steering wheel while the other just rested on the center armrest.

"because i do?" the blonde was confused.

it was not even eight in the morning yet and the two boys were on their way to morning practice—hardly awake to even be functioning correctly. will's never thought about the way he drove until macklin decided to pick him apart just now.

"it's so..odd. you're just..driving with one hand. isn't that uncomfortable?" the younger brunette kept poking with his questions and boy was not in the mood for it this morning.

"do you have a problem with my driving? don't forget i'm the only one that can drive right now," he didn't really snap, but macklin drew back for a second. he studied his friend's expression, eyes glancing towards the two polaroids stuck onto the sun visor above will's head.

it suddenly made sense.

"ohh, i get it. you drive with one hand so you can hold samy's when she's with you," macklin laughed, but the blonde was still confused. he didn't get what was so funny.

"yeah? sure? and?"

"nothing, nothing. i just think it's cute that you probably made yourself learn to drive with one hand so you could like hold hers," the brunette continued laughing to himself. all will did was roll his eyes, not very amused by the conversation.

"wait, have you guys like..done it in here?"

when will didn't answer immediately macklin literally gasped and started freaking out (or pretend freaking out), "oh my god you have! you have! was it where i'm sitting?! please say no, please—"

"mack, chill. chill. we've never "done it" in my car before, i promise," will was quick to shut down any ideas, face flushing.

"but have you in a car before?"

"why are we talking about my sex life at 7:45 in the morning?" the forward cringed knowing it was way too early to be discussing this.

"i don't know, you tell me," macklin shrugged.

"dude, you started it," will countered.

"you didn't answer my question," the brunette crossed his arms, turning away like he was mad.

again, the blonde rolled his eyes knowing it was too early for any of this, "we have, yes, but not in this car i swear."

"that's fucking crazy, man. how does that even work? like..there's not enough room," unfortunately, the younger hockey player really didn't know when to stop talking.

"you just make it work, i dunno," this conversation needed to end.

but wow, was macklin persistent, "but like what position makes sense? is she on top? are you?"

"dude. i'm not talking about this anymore," this time will really did snap and finally, his friend shut up, leaning back into the seat.

"but like can you tell me what's the biggest you've ever been?" his voice rang through will's ears not even a second later.

"how the fuck am i supposed to know that?" the blonde exclaimed.

"i don't know? you've never measured yourself before?"

"no, i've never measured myself before. why are you asking me this?" they rolled onto the street much to will's relief which meant this conversation was gonna be over really soon.

"i'm just curious. i'm nervous that when i get a girlfriend i'm gonna do it all wrong, so i figured you would have some expertise," macklin shrugged and his answer sort of made will feel bad for snapping a second ago.

he rolled them into their usual parking spot, rolling into park before he turned to his million question friend. "i promise, you won't do it wrong no matter what. it just happens naturally and you both kind of fall into the movement and moment i guess. you got nothing to worry about, man," will tried giving his best advice he knew.

"okay, okay, thanks smith. sorry for the questions," macklin grinned while the blonde playfully rolled his eyes.

"yeah, whatever. come on, let's go in before we're late and we have to do laps," the two climbed out of the car, grabbing their bags from the back and walking up to the rink together.

"okay, but one more question, i promise. how long do you last?"

"macklin—"

"okay, okay, sorry. i'm done. don't answer that."

—

will slid into his stall, exhausted from the long practice and ready to head home for a much needed nap and food. he reached around for his phone to check for any important messages, smiling when he saw a good 10 texts from samy.

he liked when she texted him nonstop about something even though she knew he wouldn't answer until later. it gave him something to look forward to.

"someone's smiley," bordeleu noticed his teammate's grin, nudging will's shoulder to grab his attention away from his phone.

the blonde looked up to an expectant look on tom's face. "what's got you smiling so much?" the older boy teased a bit and catching the attention of the others around them.

"just texting my girlfriend," will answered, watching his teammates raise their eyebrows in surprise.

"girlfriend? you got a girlfriend?" jack poked his head into the conversation, smirking.

"you should hear them on the phone together. so sappy," macklin added his input and quickly everyone became surprised to learn of this apparently new information.

"no way our rookie's got a girlfriend. who is she? meet her at boston or something?" eklund and the others' anticipation grew while will's face began turning into a deep blush at the sudden attention.

"i think you guys know her pretty well..we're playing her brother in two weeks," macklin continued before will could. it took the guys a second, but the realization slowly set in.

"no fucking way. you're dating samy hughes?" the disbelief was clear on their faces.

"uh, yeah..you guys didn't know?" the blonde chuckled, standing up to get himself ready for a quick shower.

"uh, no. we didn't. you're telling me you pulled the little sister of some of the best hockey players in the nhl right now?" jack questioned and will slowly nodded.

"we grew up together so she was just kind of always there," will didn't really get what was so exciting and shocking about his relationship, but maybe he was just desensitized because he grew up with the hughes siblings.

the boy pulled his shirt off, searching for a towel and a change of clothes when a small gasp escaped someone's lips. he pulled his gaze to his right where macklin's hand covered his mouth trying to stop laughter from coming out.

"oh my god..holy shit," bordeleu got out and the other two boys whistled which drew in the attention from the even older guys.

"what?" will was confused and oblivious to everyone staring at the pretty purple and red splotches on his chest.

"you're telling me little hughesy left those?" ecklund poked will's arm and the boy's eyes shot down to his chest. a deep blush spread from his neck to the tips of his ears as he finally realized what everyone was staring at. shit.

"guess you went a little too hard when you were in michigan," macklin teased and the others quickly laughed. will knocked his friend's head, glaring at him.

"i guess hughesy can bite. impressive," jack nodded in approval and the poor forward was getting serious deja vu—living the same exact scenario that he did in boston after he visited samy.

"you definitely got the girl, w-2. she's a real keeper if she can do that to ya," bordeleu patted the blonde's shoulder before walking away. the others winked, leaving the rookie's alone for now.

"looks like our new rookie's been getting some!" goodrow exclaimed, making a show by clapping his hands for the now very embarrassed blonde. macklin joined in and then so did everyone else—all eyes on will.

"you better make sure her brother doesn't see those when we head to van in two weeks," the younger brunette said.

will went off to the showers knowing he'll never live that down for the rest of time and those guys would bring it up at any chance they got.

however, the hockey player still prided himself in the fact that everyone always seemed jealous that he got the girl and not them. yeah. he did get the girl and it felt great that no one else did.

[midnightcrw]

hi if u don't mind could u pls write sth where simon and his wife wanna have a baby but the doctor says it may be risky for her to get pregnant so they kinda have an argument bc simon is reluctant due to the potential complications and he's afraid to lose her but she tries to reassure him that it's gonna be ok and says she's gonna be careful and make sure she's absolutely ready just sth angsty where he's worried about her😭💔

Pregnancy Risk

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

Summary: You and Simon want to have a baby, but it seems there might be complications...

a/n: I hope you all will like this. I was very unsure how to write it, but then I came up with this. I'm also on the train right now. I'm very excited because I've never been to Paris before.

It was silent in your living room as you and Simon were sitting on the couch.

The two of you hadn't spoken since the doctor's visit, almost too afraid to say a word.

The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the clock, and it seemed to make you both more nervous with each passing second.

"Simon, I still want to try," you whispered as you looked up from the floor at your husband.

You had wanted a baby for so long, and you were willing to at least try.

After the words left your mouth, Simon was torn from his thoughts as he clenched his hands into fists, closed his eyes, and breathed out.

"I don't think we should. You heard what the doctor said," Simon's voice was clear and monotonous, not letting his actual emotions be heard.

"But we can still try. After all, the doctor only said that it might lead to complications," you looked him straight in the eye, wanting to show him that you were willing to try, even if it might lead to potential complications.

Simon's face grew stern as he processed what you had just said, and he slowly began to lose his patience, "No, we won't try. End of conversation."

With that, he got up and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He was terrified, even though he didn't show it, he was scared and it felt like his throat was starting to close itself up.

Simon couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you, knowing that he could have prevented it.

He had lost too many people in his life and he wasn't ready to lose another.

But you didn't let up as you followed him into the kitchen, "Simon, please," you pleaded, your voice breaking in the middle of your sentence.

"I said no!" Simon shouted suddenly, making you flinch as you backed away from him, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Simon cut you off before a single word could be heard, "We won't try for a child. I don't care if you beg or cry, but we're not having a baby!"

His words were harsh as he looked into your eyes, practically glaring at you, getting closer with each thing he said until he was right in front of you, forcing you to look up at him.

"You heard what the doctor said and I'm not going to let you do this," with that he walked away as tears ran down your face and you sobbed silently.

It wasn't easy for Simon either. He knew he was being harsh with you, but he wanted to get the point across, and he would rather have you hate him than actually try to have a baby that could result in your death.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours as it was now night. The only source of light was the moon shining through the window.

You were already lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling as you waited for Simon to finish brushing his teeth, wanting to talk to him about it again.

As you mindlessly let your eyes wander, you heard the sound of the door and Simon's footsteps. You looked at him as he made his way to his side of the bed.

It was quiet once again as Simon sat down with his back to you, removing his glasses from his face.

The glasses you had persuaded him to get and wear when the eye doctor said he needed prescription glasses.

When he put them in the box, he wasn't lying down yet. Simon's eyes were now focused on the moon, somehow afraid to lie down next to you.

He regretted yelling at you when you were in a vulnerable position. But he couldn't change it now, it had happened and Simon had to deal with it.

When you saw that Simon didn't lie down, you slowly sat up and thought about what to do, but then you just sighed.

Without making a sound, you wrapped your arms around Simon's broad chest from behind as you kissed his neck.

When he felt your touch, he tensed at first, but then slowly relaxed into your embrace as he felt your kiss.

Your hands drew small circles over his body as neither of you spoke for a while.

This time the silence didn't feel so tense, it almost seemed as if you both needed each other's presence now.

"I'm sorry for shouting and saying that to you," Simon's soft voice broke the silence as you hugged him a little tighter, letting him know that you were listening and that you forgave him.

It was the first time you had heard Simon's voice so defeated and broken. And it was obvious that the news from the doctor was not easy for him either.

"I'm scared," Simon admitted, his voice wavering as he uttered the word 'scared'. Your eyes widened a fraction when you heard that.

Ghost wasn't afraid, he never was. Ghost was the one who did what he wanted without fearing anything that lay in his wake, but Simon...

Simon was different.

Simon was fragile and vulnerable. Even though he had been through so much, he was still scared and afraid of every change that happened in his life.

These two were different and he wasn't even sure who he really was or which one of them was wrong, he just knew that he wanted you by his side no matter what happened.

"I'm more than scared," Simon let out a shaky breath as he continued, "I don't want to lose you.

I know the doctor said it's only a possibility, but there's also the possibility that you could die, even though I could have prevented it.

I don't want your blood on my hands.

I don't want your chest to stop moving when you take a breath.

I don't want your heart to stop beating.

I want you to live, and I'm terrified to hold your lifeless body in my arms," his voice wavered and broke with each sentence, but he had continued anyway.

And when he finished speaking, tears streamed down his face, not even trying to stop them as his hands trembled.

Hearing what he had just said made your own tears roll down your face. Slowly pulling your arms back, you sat down next to him on the edge of the bed, cupping his face in your hands as you moved his face to look at you.

Seeing his face made you so much more emotional as you kissed away his tears, letting your lips linger a moment longer on his forehead.

The feel of your lips on his skin made Simon's breath catch as he looked up at you when you were done peppering his face with kisses.

"I promise I'll be careful. We can go to the doctor regularly to make sure everything is okay. I won't leave you, I don't even want to think about ever leaving you behind," you whispered as you looked into his eyes.

Every word you said made Simon's heart beat faster as he was the one now, who leaned in to kiss you on the lips.

He let his mouth linger on yours for a second before pulling away to hug you tightly, wrapping you in his big arms as he stroked your back up and down, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"Okay," he breathed out, closing his eyes and breathing in your scent, "we can try."

With that, he kissed your shoulder and whispered 'I love you' into your ear as you squeezed him tighter.

"I love you too."

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

wait fuck ok i’m back to being sad about it now

like the thing is that ed doesn’t really hang out with anyone but stede in season one, not really. and whenever he is talking to other ppl on the crew, stede is right there. the only exception to this is in episode 8 when jack brings the party energy and everyone is getting drunk and rowdy together specifically as part of jack’s efforts to exclude stede.

and as a fandom we always make jokes and theorize about what the relationship between ed and stede must look like from the outside, if they were all placing bets for when they’d finally hook up or if they had zero belief in stede’s ability to pull THEE blackbeard

but now i’m thinking about the crew’s perception of Ed Himself. of the crew’s perceptions of The Legendary Blackbeard and how that must’ve changed over the course of the first season. because when they first meet him they’re all impressed and starstruck bc yeah, duh, this is Pirate Beyoncé we’re talking about. they’re also in varying degrees “worried he’s gonna kill them.”

but they quickly see that the real pirate beyonce isn’t all leather and murder and head made of smoke. blackbeard swaps clothes with their cringefail (derogatory) boss for fun. he dresses up and goes to a fancy party just because he wants to—he’s not even trying to get anything out of it, doesn’t have an angle the way frenchie does, he genuinely just wants to go to a very un-Blackbeardy party and have fun. he tells them scary stories. he shows them some of his trade blackbeard secrets. he hypes them all up after their first fuckery (and i will never get over how cute that is exchange is, “scared the pants off me” and “i thought blackbeard didn’t feel fear” and “and i didn’t, until tonight” and the crew’s genuine excitement and pride). he goes on a treasure hunt with their cringefail (affectionate, now) boss and lets him dig in the ground to get it out of his system. they learn that ed isn’t just a scary pirate, he also can be silly and goof off and enjoy things that aren’t exactly compatible’s with the Blackbeard Brand

and beyond just not adhering 24/7 to the Brand, they learn that ed—that blackbeard—is human. is fallible. they see his first plan to escape the spanish fail, and they get to participate in the backup plan that he and stede come up with. frenchie sees ed get hurt at the fancy party in a way that he completely understands. lucius realizes that ed is just as into his cringefail boss as his cringefail boss is into ed, and over the course of giving ed a shovel talk he maybe learns that The Legendary Blackbeard might actually be nervous about a boy liking him back.

and none of this—NONE of this—makes the crew lose any respect for him. even pete never has a moment where his perception of his idol is shattered, where he’s disappointed that blackbeard isn’t all nine guns and zero mercy all the time. instead, pete expands his idea of what The Ideal Pirate (the ideal MAN) looks like.

i think by the time jack rolls around, ed is no longer on that Pirate Beyoncé pedestal to them. he’s still on a pedestal, a bit, but instead of seeing ed as this untouchable badass legend, they see him as like. the coolest guy on the ship. still a badass, still somebody they all respect and admire, but someone they can hang out with. someone they really want to hang out with. they want to impress ed because they want him to like them, they want to be his friend. and yeah, it’s played as a “your father and i are getting a divorce but we still love you very much” joke, but they really are so sad when ed leaves with jack.

and ed showing up with no beard and no stede, ed hiding in his cabin for. a day? multiple days? ed singing a song about his feelings. ed saying he no longer wants to go by blackbeard.

the crew is confused, but they’re on board. they don’t laugh at him for his (bad) singing, they don’t think less of him now that he’s sans iconic beard. ed, to them, is still The Coolest Guy On The Ship, and they want to be his friend. they’re excited to be his friend.

they want to put on a talent show.

and ed, right after getting stabbed in the back by jack and izzy, and then stede, and then izzy again—ed, who was so affected by the jeers of the rich fuckers at that fancy party, who grew up in a culture that doesn’t allow for friendship, a culture of everyone in various stages of fucking each other over—can’t see that. he’s got fresh heartbreak and fresh betrayal that are compounding on years of trauma and he hears them all chanting his name and he can’t trust this crew. he couldn’t trust his first mate, and he couldn’t trust his old shipmate, and he couldn’t trust stede. he cannot, cannot risk vulnerability with the crew. not again.

(and like, cmon, who is ed even kidding? he’s not made for things like softness and friendship and genuine camaraderie. trying to be anything other than blackbeard is like a wolf trying to fit in a sheep’s clothing, but the clothing is too small and everyone can see right through him and they’re all laughing and laughing and he’s the only one who can’t see what a joke he is. ed’s not an idiot, he knows there’s no way the crew is up their chanting his name and asking for another song because they like him. they just want the great clown pagliacci to come out and make them laugh.

so sure, ed’ll give them a show. they think ed’s funny? well he’s about to be fucking hilarious.)

EDIT: those of y’all seeing this in the ofmd tags are missing the additions where it gets even sadder

[lostinlovingrevery]

Vans Valentines - Rookie Romantic

Trilogy! Logan X F! Reader

Vans Valentines

A/N: I'm not super proud with this one and I was honestly struggling typing it 🥲There's a lot of dialogue in this too. Also no Valentines banner for this yet either bc i'm being lazy about graphics lol. I hope you like the fluff tho!

Plot: It's yours and Logan's first Valentines, and he's panicking about what to do for you!

Warnings: Fluff, Logan is stressssing, other X-men, lil romance, some suggestiveness at the end but not really? Lot of dialogue

Word Count: 2110

Logan was freaking out. 

Strange isn’t it? The big bad Wolverine is freaking out because…

He doesn’t know what to do for Valentines.

“You don’t know what to do?” Scott raises a brow, and crosses his arms. A small smirk on the corner of his lips. “You mean mister “I don’t need any help” needs help to figure out what to give his girlfriend for Valentines day?” 

Logan felt flustered, rolling his eyes at Scott's mocking words. The tip of his ears turned red in embarrassment, as he brought a hand to scratch the back of his head. “It’s not like I don’t know what to get her, I just…” He sighs. “We haven’t been dating that long yet, I don’t want to blow it.” 

“It’s Valentines man, get her some chocolate and flowers.” Scott shrugs. 

“Is that what you’re giving Jean?”

“No.” He scoffs. “I got her tickets to see her favorite orchestra play live in Vegas. She always wanted to go there.” 

Logan's face fell. He scowled at Scott.

“I mean, I’ll give her flowers and chocolate too but that’s not the main gift.” Scott adds. “Just…Give her something from the heart.”

“Real cheesy Summers.” 

Scott shook his head. “Whatever, just don’t mess it up. We both know she’s a real romantic about these things.” He waved him off, turning and walking away. Logan frowned, crossing his arms and pinching the bridge of his nose. The anxiety he was hoping to cease was filling him to the brim. He let a small sigh.

Maybe Marie will be better help…

“Oh flowers! Get her favorite flowers! Jewelry? What about jewelry?” She smiles. “You could take her out to a nice dinner? Honestly anything goes, it’s really the thought that counts to us girls. As long as you put the effort in….” 

“So I was told.” Logan sighs. “Look, I could do all that stuff, I have done that stuff in the past. I uh…Never really cared about doing something nice for someone like that. I want to do something that means something. It’s her favorite holiday.” 

“You could get her something personalized?” Marie shrugs.

“What are we talking about?” Ororo walks into the room.

“Logan's trying to find something for his girlfriend-” Marie teases. 

“Watch it kid.” Logan shook his head. “I just haven’t figured it out yet. I’m looking for…suggestions.” Logan throws his hands up a weak shrug. “Any ideas?

“Really Logan?” Ororo scolds putting a hand on her hip. “You haven’t figured it out by now? Valentines is literally in a few days you know”

“I know! I’ve been thinking about it for a month!” Logan snaps, his voice nearly a growl. Marie and Ororo stare at him. “Sorry, sorry.” He says, brushing his hand through the curls of his hair. “I just…Want it to be…Special.” He gets out in frustration. 

“How about a weekend trip?” Ororo asks. “I had a boyfriend do that for Valentines. It was a really nice gift.” She smiles. 

“Maybe.”

“Whatever you do, just make sure it’s nice. You know how much she loves Valenti-”

“Yeah yeah.” Logan waved Ororo off, turning to walk out of the room. He didn’t mean to be rude, he did ask after all, but he was stressing out more and more. None of what anyone suggested sat right with him. He sat lost in thought as he wandered the mansion. 

This was yours and Logan's first Valentines. He wanted to do something nice for you, since he’s known for as long as you both been here that it was your favorite holiday. He actually did give you flowers last year for Valentines, but you were both still friends then- tittering on the edge of a relationship but he was too nervous to actually ask you out that time. 

This time he wanted to make it mean something- to make up for last year, feeling like he disappointed you by not officially taking you out that day. 

He happened by Hanks study. Maybe Hank knows something, since you two are good friends. 

He stepped inside, and Hank looked up from his desk, a blink of surprise. “Logan? Good to see you. Need something?”

“Yeah uh…Has my girl said anything to you about Valentines? Like…Maybe if she was expecting something?”

Hank raised an eyebrow. “No, not at all.” He shook his head. “I do know that she seems excited this year. Do you have something planned?”

Logan's expression told Hank what he needed to know. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Just take her out for a date Logan. All she wants is to be with you.” 

Logan shook his head. “Looking for something a little more than that Hank.” He sighs, turning to walk out into the hallway. 

He wasn’t good at this. He had been wandering on his own for years and years. Alone.  Valentines would pass him by and he wouldn’t even notice unless he stopped at a bar that actually decorated with string hearts and “romance” deals on the whiskey. He’s not even sure if he ever even at least hooked up with someone on Valentines. It didn’t matter to him, wasn’t important. It was another day, in his long, fleeting life. 

Now that he’s got you. He sees the appeal of the holiday. Spoiling your loved one, making sure they know how you feel about them, the romance, the intimacy. All great. Except now the pressure of making sure he impresses you, makes you happy, really stresses him out. 

Faint memories of old relationships, where he gifted flowers, candy, and going out to dinner, leading to intimate nights spent together. Stuff that he didn’t necessarily put the effort into- things that he did because they were expected and he was content to just do what he could. He could do all that sure, and you’d probably love it. You weren’t picky, but you were a romantic and he felt like if he settled on his gifts, on his expression of love; you’d be disappointed. 

Lost in thought, he nearly missed Charles in his head, asking him to come to his study urgently. He put your gifts on the back-burner, as he made his way to Charles office, to realize his day was about to get worse. 

It was now Valentines, and Logan was begrudgingly walking up the steps to the mansion, having returned from a mission, that lasted nearly 4 days.

The chaos left him little time to get you gifts, just enough time to get you a bouquet of flowers which unfortunately got smushed when some jackass shoved into him. He went to get a new bouquet- and of course, that same jackass happened to snatch the last one. Valentines evening, figures they would nearly be out. 

He got up to the door, staring at the bouquet in disdain. He’ll make it up to you, he knows he will. Surely you understand what happened, right? 

Just as he went to open the door, it opened on it’s own, with Scott and Jean standing there, arms hooked with each other, dressed as they seemed prepared to go on a fancy date.

“Logan!” Jean smiled, then shot a look at Scott, who was smirking. “Welcome back!” 

“Yeah.” Logan gives a courteous nod, pursing his lips together. “You guys look nice.” He compliments, looking them up and down. Fancy, flashy outfits. Jean in a bright red evening gown, and Scott in a tux- with a red tie to match her dress; and supposedly his glasses too. 

“Thank you.” Jean smiles bigger, hugging Scott's arm a little closer to her. “We’re going out to dinner.” 

“Have fun.” He says, not very heartfelt in his words as he moved to step inside past them.

“Hey, she’s in the kitchen by the way.” Jean calls out over her shoulder. Logan looks back at them, as they were walking out the door.

“Hope you got something nice planned Logan.”  Scott remarks, and looked over his shoulder as well, glancing at Logan, the smirk still plastered on his face. Jean quietly hushed him and they disappeared down the walkway. Logan shut the door behind them, confusion on his face.

Why were they weird?

He made his way to the kitchen, past the various student couples flirting and necking throughout the halls and rooms, rolling his eyes at the young love the entire mansion has found itself in. Anxiety began to hit him as he began to realize how disappointed you were going to be. He stopped just before the doorway of the kitchen, preparing himself before he stepped in. 

Confusion filled him as he looked around. You weren’t in here. He must have just missed you. 

He turned to leave, before noting the patio door was cracked open. His brows creased, as he walked across the room, his hand reaching out to close it when he noticed rose petals on the floor. 

“What the hell?” He muttered to himself. Jean telling him you were in the kitchen, and Scotts remark….He had a feeling this had something to do with you. He stepped further out, walking along the scattered rose petals, stretching across the lawn- seemingly endless as he followed them. 

He sniffed, a could smell your perfume nearby, as well as the faint smell of food. A small smile grew on his face, as he followed a small path through the woods that the rose petals led him through. That’s when he came into the small clearing- where you were.

You’re back was turned to him, but he could see you were wearing one of his favorite dresses on you, and your hair done up. You seemed busy arranging the table, which had lit candles, plates, and bowls and decorative plates filled with his favorite food. Nearby, he heard music playing crooners and jazz. The clearing had lights strung up on the trees, lighting up the small area and creating a romantic ambiance that reminded Logan how much he loved you.

Silently he snuck up behind you, his arm quickly wrapped around your waist as he pulled you against him, a small gasp escaping you as he buried his face in your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent. It had been a few days since he seen you after all, he missed you dearly. 

“Hi Lo…” You giggled, placing your arms over his and leaning back into him. “Happy Valentines day…”

“This all for me bub?”

“This? Oh, no. It’s for Hank.” You teased shaking your head, feigning as if you were serious. 

“Not funny.” He murmured, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. You turned around, placing your hands on his shoulders. His eyes quickly taking in your figure, reminding him once again why this dress was his favorite on you. 

“You like it?” You asked. 

“Like it? I love it baby.” He cooed, leaning in to peck your lips. “Um…” He parted from you, lifting the broken bouquet up. “These are..For you.” 

Your face lit up as you took the flowers into your hands, “Lo!”

“I…” He sighed in frustration, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything super…fancy. I wanted to, couldn’t think of anything and then that damn mutant went on a rampage over in-”

“Lo-” You hushed him, putting a finger to his lips. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone told me you’ve been stressing over it, so that’s why I took care of it.”

“Everyone?” Logan quirked a brow. Then rolled his eyes, as he felt his cheeks heat up. “No one can keep their mouth shut around here…” 

You giggled, cupping his face with your hands, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again, distracting him from his irritation from everyone else. He smiled into your kiss, leaning forward into you, as his hand pushed against your back, as if he couldn’t get close enough to your persons. You parted with a gasp, eyes dazed from him. 

“Well, since you got this part covered.” He mutters softly as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ll make sure the rest of the night won’t be forgetful.”

You giggled at his insinuation. “I got a surprise for later, by the way.” You say. He leaned his head, taking a look at you questioningly. “You’ll like it.” 

He hummed. “I’m sorry again that I-”

“Logan, hush.” You stop him. “All I’d ever want is you. I don’t need a bunch of fancy gifts for you to show me you love me. I just want you.” 

He smiled, genuine and broad, he leaned closer to you again, pecking your forehead. “Same here, bub.” He responds softly. 

[gothiethefairy]

so, i've been thinking about laios's relationship with his mother. we all know about his daddy issues by now, but no one thinks about his mother. i mean, he disowned her as well. he hardly talks about her. he has a lot to say about his dad but when it comes to his mother, the most he'll say is "idk, she was kinda sick a lot."

and i think it was because he did hold her on a high pedestal. she's his mother, his protector. i know for sure she babied him a lot. mothers who's first-born is a son mostly do.

she was the one who even gifted him his precious monster manual!

so, what happened? why did he also lump her with his father and decided "i'm never speaking to them ever again." ?

to put it in simple terms, it was falin. laios was so upset about how his parents treated the situation about the villagers' abuse to falin. both of them didn't know how to handle it, but they both failed at protecting her. the best their father can come up with is sending falin away to the magic school. (without explaining why bc their dad sucked at communicating with his family.)

their village was also very conservative, especially towards magic-users. i always found it to be odd since magic does seem to be the norm in the "dungeon meshi" world, however evidence shows it's not all well-known all around the world. i mean, rin's parents were burnt to death for using magic that was thought to be "black magic".

and falin's natural magical talent being "talking to the dead" would make anyone nervous bc that could be linked to black magic.

their mother is always described to be "frail", and i bet it's mostly because she's very superstitious. gotta be honest here as well, she maybe wasn't mentally healthy. this is just an assumption but their mom comes off as paranoid and anxious, and then does these made-up rituals to try to "heal" her daughter.

hurting falin like this was the final nail in the coffin for laios, because maybe he thought he could rely on her? "hey mom, can you tell dad not to send falin away? please?"

yeah, she had "good intentions", but she still abused her daughter? because she made the situation about herself and went "oh god, it's my fault my daughter is a freak. i have to fix this."

also, laios looking so stressed and haggard here makes me so sad. like, what if their mother did something similar to him when he was younger? he wouldn't care about himself getting hurt, but seeing his own mother doing it to falin is nerve-wrecking.

the way both siblings are portrayed as autistic in different ways is important to their characters. just because falin understood why their parents did what they did, doesn't make it okay. they still hurt her, and laios knows that. and in a way, they hurt him too.

if their parents couldn't protect them from awful, nasty people and expected their children to just bare it, how can laios trust them?

this is scary to see for a child.

after that, he pretty much gave up on his parents and never looked back. but i also think, if he misses them, it's more his mother than his father.

afterall, he did his best to keep his monster manual safe.