#but I just can't seem to like them enough

[madamechrissy]

Baby You're a Star

Art in the banner by Kerravi on x!

Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!?

Warnings- Toxic attraction, jealousy, arguments, very emotional, fighting and break ups, reader being depressed and emotional, Jenna being protective, Nanami giving no fucks, Satoru being contemplative and slightly less stupid, fingering, sexual tension, light choking, public play, squirting, reader is better at feelings finally, and A LOT more angst WC this chap- 11k

A/N- Taglist closed- this chap is ANGSTY you've been warned, please comment/rb if you enjoy <3

<<<Chapter Four - Masterlist- Playlist- Chapter Six>>> (coming soon)

Chapter Five

“Nanami, you didn’t have to…” Nanami Kento is at your front door with two coffees in hand, smiling that handsome smile, eyes behind his dark green glasses.

“No worries, love. I was passing by and remembered bringing you home, I realized it’s right here.”

“Thank you!” You lean forward and press a kiss on his cheek, the guilt eating at you slowly.

What if he knew you did a fucking porn shoot the other day?

He knows your situation, but what would he think of that, in fact what do you think of that? Of yourself, as Jenna said, changing for Satoru? He’s never pushed you into anything, and these things were all brought on by your own self interest - of wanting to be just everything for him so that he would not stray. It was selfish of you, knowing his career.

You knew he wasn’t interested in more, but let yourself live in the delusion, the thoughts that you could be enough to fill all of the voids there, when in fact he has made his own thoughts clear. He loves spending time with you, he loves fucking you, the two of you make excellent money - triple last time actually - so for Satoru, it’s clearly a convenient situation.

Nothing more.

Not having seen Satoru for a couple days, he texted you several times through- out the day, he called you before bed, it all felt too good, too natural, too perfect for his perceived friendship, the one that you were honestly ruining with how you are. You wish you could be normal about it all, that you could just enjoy whatever this was, but her words keep ringing in your mind.

Losing yourself.

Are you?

“This is my favorite,” you say as you take a sip, gesturing your head for him to come in then. “I just stress baked some muffins, want some?”

“Stress baked?” He asks, amused now, and you giggle a bit, sighing.

“Mmm, yes I do that.” He eyes the kitchen counter, with about thirty six muffins already on it, of different flavors. “Take some actually.”

“What do you do with all of these?” He grabs one and sets his coffee down on your counter then.

“I bring them to all of the neighbors, they love me.” He chuckles, the sound throaty and inviting, biting into one and moaning, shutting his eyes.

“They’re so good,” he’s licking a bit off his lower lip, and you smile, grabbing one and nibbling yourself. “You look like that, work hard and bake?”

“You’re giving me too much credit.” He bites again, raising a brow.

“Seems like quite a woman to me.”

“Nanami!” You playfully shove his chest a little, and he takes your hand, it feels so warm and good, swallowing your much smaller hand in his. You enjoy it, you just wish you felt something like you did with the elusive pornstar you’re hopeless for.

“Would you like to-” the doorbell rings, you smile as you drop your hand.

“Let me grab that,” he nods, sipping his coffee, when you open the door, and see Satoru leaning in the doorway, coffees in his hands. “Oh!”

“Got your favorite, sweets.” He steps in, leaning his tall self down to kiss your cheek, when he catches sight of Nanami in your kitchen.

Shit.

“You got company?” His tone is strained, and you wonder why - he clearly had been a little irritated about your date, but it’s not like he’s made a step for you all to go further. And you’re too fucking scared to bring it up and lose this.

“He stopped by to bring me coffee. Looks like I’ll be well caffeinated." You smile, but Satoru’s blue eyes are darting across your shoulder at the buff man leaning against your counter.

“Muffin?” Nanami’s words make Satoru unreasonably furious, how comfortable and at ease he looks in your kitchen.

“I’d love one.” He steps past you, you’re closing the door, the tension as Satoru steps in is far too palpable, it seems to amuse Nanami more.

Nanami hands Satoru one, and he yanks it from his hand, biting it and setting down his cup, moaning and shutting his eyes then. “Aren’t they yummy?”

“Fuck,” he moans again, looking at you now. “You bake this good?”

“Stress baking, that's all.” You smile a little, standing between the two men that just tower over you, Satoru is taller by a few inches, his head isn’t far from your ceiling actually, spiked up white hair precariously close to brushing against the textured white paint above you. “Nanami was in the neighborhood.”

“Was he?” He nibbles one again, smirking over at Nanami, who casually takes a bite.

“I thought I’d see her, ask her on another date.” Satoru’s jaw tenses, and you wonder if this is the moment he’ll finally say something.

“Oh, another date? Second date, huh?” His tone is feigning ease, but it’s so clearly not at ease at all.

“Mmhmm, maybe this weekend?” He brushes a lock of your hair back from your bare shoulder, and you smile. “Lunch?”

“I can have lunch.” It’s not like Satoru is gonna-

“I’m taking her to lunch tomorrow.”

“You are?” He glares at you.

“Yes, I was coming to ask you to come to lunch with me, actually.”

“Were you… well, what about Sunday?” Nanami asks, and you smile brightly up at him.

“Sunday works for me.”

“Perfect. I’ll leave you to hang with your friend,” his tone hints he knows exactly what type of friend Satoru is, but he’s clearly unbothered, kissing your cheek and leaning down. “Text you later?”

“Absolutely.” You walk him out then, feeling vivid blue eyes glaring fucking daggers in your back. You pause, locking the door, hearing the silence in your home, aside from the whirring of the old air conditioner cooling the home the best it can in the heat, and Satoru’s sigh.

“He’s awfully friendly.” He mumbles, and you turn to him now, hands behind your back as you walk slowly, feet padding along your tile.

“He’s very nice, yes. But it was also nice of you to bring me this. Thank you, Satoru.” You say softly, smiling up now, a hand on his arm, just for him to tug you  against his chest. You gasp at it.

“He’s too comfortable here, don’t you think?” His whisper is low, as he leans down, an arm on either side pressing you into the counter now, as his hard thigh slips between your softer ones.

“You’ve only been here once, and you’re comfortable too,” his brows lower, you gasp as your heat presses on his hard thigh now, he senses how good it feels to you, clearly, one hand slipping up your spine. “Satoru…”

“God I want you so bad, don’t you know?” He murmurs, kissing you then, it’s a harsher kiss than you’re used to, the hand slipping under your thin silk top, making you shiver while you soak his thigh, your hands slipping up his chest. “Look so fucking beautiful.”

“What are you doing here?” You ask softly, pulling back now to look up at him, feeling how tense he is.

“I need a reason? Did he?”

“Of course you don’t need a reason, but what’s he got to do with anything? Who I go out with, what’s it matter?”

“What’s it matter!?” He can hardly believe your words, in no world did Satoru Gojo see anyone else, so fucking blinded by you. Was it not the same?

“We’re not together, are we?” You’re silently begging for him to say something, but instead he pulls back, heart racing under the palm that drops now.

“I don’t want to see anyone but you, to fuck anyone but you, isn’t this… isn’t this something you want? Just with me?” He’s cupping your face, kissing you again, hungry, desperate, making your lips swell with his kisses. “Me fucking your pretty pussy till you pass out?”

You whine out, how can you not do so when he’s slipping a hand down, over your breast, making your nipple taut against his warm, hard palm, that’s gripping and squishing your breast. “Mnh but…”

“Don’t you want me to bury my face against that perfect cunt?” He’s touching you there, you can hardly breathe, it’s all Satoru, making you dizzy.

“I didn’t say I… mnh!”

“So wet, for me? All me?” He’s making your panties soaking wet with his long fingers, pulling back with glossy lips to watch your pretty eyes roll back. “Is that all for me?”

“You’re acting…” he’s got you trembling, soaking the cotton panties now, pressing your thighs together. “Satoru stop.”

He does immediately, pulling back in confusion. “What’s wrong? Did I kiss too rough? I'm sorry I…”

“No, just,” you cross your arms, hugging yourself, looking away. “Does it always have to be sexual?”

Satoru stands there, his own vermillion lips swollen from kissing you, his breaths coming hectic as he stares down at you. “What do you mean, always sexual?”

“That's all we do. Did you come here to fuck me?”

He laughs harshly, a sound you haven’t heard from him then. “I came to see you, just like the last time, you’re the one who said ‘let’s fuck’.” His words smack you with reality.

You had.

To try to save your fucking feelings, but all you did was fall deeper, deeper into him, the abyss that’s Satoru Gojo, the man you want all the time, but not just sexually. You want him near you, next to you, waking up in the morning and making him breakfast, and not just for him to leave to his penthouse after.

You want way too much.

“I did say that, but then we did have sex. So was I wrong?” His jaw tenses, he slips two fingers under your chin then, forcing your gaze on him.

“Do you want to be with him?” You glare at his ridiculous words now.

“I never said that, but would it matter? We are just ‘friends’ hmm?” Your words are harsh, way too harsh for the sweet girl he knows, and he feels it, the anger rising inside of him, making him so furious at the thought of someone with you.

“So, you’re gonna what, go fuck him?”

“Is that who you think I am!?” He gives a nasty little smirk, it’s a cruel one, something you’ve never seen on his face.

“You had no problem sleeping with me, not knowing me.” You step back, and the moment it spills from his lips, he knows he’s wrong, but he’s so fucking furious, he’s blinded to any good fucking reason. The hurt written on your pretty face is enough to make him feel like getting swallowed whole.

“I trusted you, I felt comfortable with you, the connection I…” you trail off, not wanting to make a bigger fool of yourself. “It wasn’t just random. You really think that’s what it was? A random hot guy I said - huh, let me call him and fuck him?” He tilts his head now, brows lowering.

“Isn’t that what it was, you saw my stream and wanted me? Now you think I’m making it all sexual?” You gasp, teeth clenched, almost unable to breathe you’re so fucking furious.

“You’re trying to fuck me because you’re jealous, so yes, that is making it all sexual. Surprised your phone’s not filming.” You shove at his chest and he grips your wrists, leaning low.

“So what, you got all the expertise you needed? Gonna go apply it to someone now?” Satoru’s words are so hurtful you can’t take it, you feel your heart pounding in your ears as you look at blue eyes gone cold.

“Excuse me, you think I used you for experience!?” He raises a brow then, while your hands clenched into fists at your sides as you drag them from his grip.

“You asked me for experience, remember? Weren’t you the one who started all of this, made it sexual? Asked me to show you things?”

His words resonate through your head until it spins, you have to sit down you feel so fucking sick then. Was he never even interested in you? Was this all you who caused it, who pushed it, when he never wanted it? The thoughts swirl through your mind quicker and quicker, nauseating, you shake your head and blink back tears then, looking up at him.

“I should never have pushed myself on you,” he blinks snowy lashes then, lips parting. “No, I shouldn’t have, you’re right.”

“I didn’t mean it that-”

“I am sorry I did, I’m sorry I asked for that. I was so pathetic.” You barely hold back a cry, and Satoru’s frozen, you have it so wrong, don’t you know his dick literally doesn’t work for anyone!? Don’t you know you’re all he can fucking think of, constantly, every waking moment?

“You never pushed yourself, ever,” he leans down, arms on either side of your chair. “Look at me.”

You do just that, and your tears break him. “What?”

“I didn’t mean it like I didn’t want you, I did. I just meant you crossed the line to make it sexual, that’s not to say I didn’t want to, but you were a good girl.”

“Were. Being the key word. Now I’m what, some pornstar fucking booty call?” You’re shaking your head, swiping at your cheeks, thinking of Jenna’s words. “And it’s all my own doing.”

You’ve lost yourself.

“Baby you’re still a good girl, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You’re right, you never would have hit me up for it, would you have?” Satoru pauses then, hands gripping the arms of your chair so tightly his knuckles whiten.

“I never said that!”

“Why would you, it’s Hollywood, you can have anyone, I just inconvenienced you, I should have never tried to join your world.” You’re standing now, brushing past him, he grips your wrist, his own emotions rising - especially one - panic.

He can’t lose you.

“It’s not what I meant,” he brushes his hand across your cheek, sticky already with your tears, feeling your body tremble as he holds you closer. “I shouldn’t have said it that way, I was just upset.”

“It’s true, don’t take it back now.”

“You think I don’t want you!?” He’s gripping your upper arms, shaking you gently, you’re sniffling, shaking your head as he stares at you in disbelief. “How can you think I don’t?”

“Maybe you felt sorry for me.” Satoru laughs then, before fucking glaring down at you.

“That’s the last thing I fucking feel,” he leans down until his lips are just a breath away from yours. “I want you so badly, constantly, why do you think I just showed up to your work, asked you out, begged to come over?”

“To film things.” He blinks like he’s been slapped.

“You think that’s it?”

“Some fun maybe, I think I am the one who took this seriously, when I started it from the beginning.”

It all hits - you are the one who asked him for more, and now you’re upset it’s just sexual, when you knew. You always knew. You knew your feelings, you knew you couldn’t handle this, but it was all you could have of him, and you were selfish, so selfish. And so in love.

“I wanted you that moment I met you, did you forget our kiss?” He whispers softly, fingers brushing your hair back, making you tremble.

“It’s only sex?” You ask hoarsely, he falters then.

“I enjoy you much more than that.”

“As a friend?” Satoru can’t speak then, he just stands there, staring down at you, swiping more of those tears from your cheeks, your lip is trembling. “Satoru, I feel like I don’t know myself anymore.”

“What do you mean? You’re so uniquely yourself. Nerdy, cute, adorable,” he’s smiling with those plump lips, as if that would cheer you up, avoiding the blatant question you gave him. “You are like no one I know.”

“I’m trying so hard to please you, that I’m forgetting.” He blinks again, so clearly confused, not seeing the numerous ways you have been bending yourself, molding yourself to fit him. Maybe he doesn’t see the change, maybe he just doesn’t know, but Jenna was so right, she was absolutely correct.

You don’t remember who you are, trying to be everything for Satoru, and he can’t even tell you if it’s more than a friendship.

The hurt tears its way into your chest, it’s unfair of you to ask him, to demand anything more of him, it’s not fair. You did all this, caused all this, you can’t be mad at him for being him, a pornstar. You’ve let your fear of not being enough make you do things you never would, and it’s all starting to sink in, everything you’ve done with him, like it’s not even you anymore.

You let being so selfish for him change you.

You’re sobbing now, and Satoru’s unsure of what to do, he doesn’t know your inner turmoil, but he does know seeing you cry makes him deeply emotional, it breaks his heart to see you hurt. He hugs you closely, as you cry against his suit jacket, sniffling and shaking, while he rubs a hand up and down your back.

“What is it? Is it what I said? I didn’t mean it that way, I’m sorry… I just…” You shake your head, sniffling and leaning back, looking up at a face you’ve fallen so deeply in love with.

“I’m losing myself.” You’re breaking down again, this time leaning back. “What you said was right.”

“It wasn’t, it was mean and… I’m sorry, please.” He feels his own emotions choking him, throat closing up as he struggles to take a breath, feeling the suffocation of his own mistake.

“I’ve acted that way.” He shakes his head, blinking back his own tears as you cover your face, breaking down right in front of him. “The fuck have I been doing, I called you.”

“I’m glad you called me-”

“I asked you.”

“I wanted you too. I was so fucking-”

“I fell in love like a fucking idiot, when you were honest from the beginning who you are.” Satoru pauses then, heart hammering as you turn away, but not before he glimpses how puffy your cheeks have gotten from your tears.

“You what?” He whispers, and you shake your head, swiping at your tears, shoulders shaking with the wracking sobs.

“I shouldn’t have tried to join your world, and then I was so dumb I got jealous,” he touches your shoulder feeling you tense.

“Jealous, you?” You laugh through your tears, truly fucking losing it, as you nod, looking back at him, and he sees the reddened eyes, the sticky drying tears, you bit your lip so hard it’s tearing the skin.

“Yes, very. I’m selfish and so dumb. It’s your career. I promised never to judge it either, and for what, you to judge me.” The anger sets back in, throwing his hand off and turning now. “You need to go.”

“I need to go!?” You nod, sniffling as you bite down harder, the motion jerky when he pulls you against him. “No, I am not leaving you like this.”

“I won’t be your pornstar anymore,” your words strike their chord, they hit him right in the stomach, as he barely processes your earlier words in the haze you have him in. “That’s all you want.”

“It’s not! You wanted that!”

“No, I just wanted to be enough.” At your last broken word, you can hardly face him, he tugs you against him and you’re stiff, unmoving.

“You’re more than enough for anyone,” his soft words end you, the sweet Satoru you met that night is there, but he’s hurt you so badly now, the sinking realization that you confessed your love and he hasn’t even acknowledged it. He’s stroking your back gently, letting you cry against him. “We never have to shoot, I told you that.”

“But you’ll fuck other women?” Your words are harsher than he’s used to from your sweet lips, he buries his face in your neck, swallowing.

“I don’t want anyone else, haven’t I made it clear?” He’s hoarse, his own tears falling along your neck.

“But you’ll go back to it, you’ll have to.” You grip the shirt he’s wearing, crumbling the expensive material. He swallows, sighing then.

“I won’t want them.”

“But you’ll have to.”

“It’s my career,” he pulls back, sighing as he watches your broken face. “You seemed to enjoy it, what’s changed so much?”

“I didn’t enjoy it, I enjoyed you. Now I don’t know what I think of myself.” You’re blinking the rapid tears, shaking your head again, as if to make them stop.

He never loved you, did he?

“Maybe you should be an actor, you made me believe there was more,” Satoru scowls at you now, tugging you against his chest, cupping your face with his other hand tightly. “Stop.”

“I do care so much, god you’re all I want. I literally can’t even fuck anyone else.”

“So your dick cares for me?”

“That’s not what I said! You wanted all of this, how are you going to be mad at me for giving it to you!?” You laugh again, the sound so hollow, as Satoru feels his heart breaking.

“I can’t just fuck you. Clearly. And I knew it, I knew I needed feelings, I knew I’d fall - I’m a fucking idiot.”

“You’re not!”

“I am. Satoru, I can never do this again, it’s breaking me apart,” you hold your stomach, as his blue eyes drip with tears, and you want nothing more than to be in his arms. “I can’t just have sex with you.”

“I don’t want anyone else, how fucking clear can I make it!?” You smack the hands that try to brush your tears, earning his glare, blue eyes a storming blue, so vivid it’s painful to look at. “I want you, I didn’t mean what I said. You’re just done with this because of some words?”

“I’m done because I can’t take this pain anymore.”

“Pain?” You take several breaths, hands shaking as you try and fail to stop the onslaught of tears. “What pain? I’ve done nothing but make you cum, like no one ever fucking will.”

“It’s sexual, see? Is that all shit is to you!? I’m not just a body.”

“It’s not just your body-”

“It seems that way. No, I won’t fuck Nanami, okay? If that’s your very weird fucking concern, considering after I swallowed your spit you did a gang bang, and after we fucked you fingered a girl on cam.” Satoru scowls deeper at you, as you finally let it all out, everything you’ve acted fine with.

“That’s my job! You fucking knew that!”

“I thought I meant something.” He pulls you by your wrists again, you jerk them out of his hold, hyperventilating.

“Calm down, fuck I didn’t mean it.”

“Your smirk… the way you… no, you meant it. You think that’s who I am? Then you never fucking knew me!”

“I don’t know you!?”

“You know my body, that’s not enough.” He’s kissing you again, and for a moment you falter, as he’s overtaking your lips.

“I want more than your body,” his words fall flat, you can’t believe him anymore, not after what he accused you of. “I want more. I enjoy you, fuck why can’t I keep enjoying you? Why are you overthinking everything!”

“Mmm, no.” You pull back again, shoving at his chest, he’s crying right with you, and you want to stop this, let him do anything he wants, but it hurts too fucking much, nothing should hurt this much. “I can’t have pieces of you.”

“I’m right here, use me, all of me.” He’s trying again to kiss you, but you’re pulling back, making him glare. “Now you’re done with whatever experiment you were fucking doing?”

You gasp. “I should ask you that!” You smack at his hand, making him grip your wrist again, both of your chests heaving. “Turning the nerdy good girl into a pornstar? That some twisted 90s rom com!?”

“The fuck, I didn’t make you do shit, it’s been your choice!”

“I regret it.”

The words are enough to make him step back, his eyes going cold. “What?”

“I regret filming it.” You do, and you hate that you do. You see him swallow, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, his own hands shaking. “I don’t regret you, I don’t regret the moments, aside from me pushing myself on you, for that I am sorry, but I do feel horrible about myself now.”

“I gave you the choice, you hit share.”

“To please you. To make you need me, want me, to keep you. Selfish, stupid,” you shake your head again, chest tight as you rub it, blood pressure through the fucking roof as it all comes out, everything you kept inside. “I don’t blame you, you always asked permission, consent, all of it. This is on me.”

“So we never do it again, I don’t need it to fuck you, I don’t care if you film it again-”

“It’s your career.”

“I want you.” The words should feel good, the way he cups your face and looks at you, it should mean more, but you’re far too deep in your feelings to be okay with him just wanting you.

You forgot who you were.

“This isn’t me,” you say softly, cupping his face then. He shuts his eyes, snowy lashes dripping with tears. “I can’t be this anymore, it’s not me.”

“People change, why regret what you enjoy? Why regret doing something that made you-”

“I feel awful that I did it.”

“Shit…” He takes a breath, feeling responsible for your broken words, as you stroke his cheek, trembling in front of him.

“You didn’t do it, it’s not your fault. I’m disappointed in myself, I should have known I couldn’t handle it all. You with other women,” you look down, hand falling. “It was selfish.”

Satoru doesn’t know what to say, what to do besides kiss your forehead, holding you close to him. “I feel like you’re fucking ending things.”

“I am.” He freezes now.

“We don’t have to film!?”

“I can’t. I can’t do this. It’s not fair to either of us,” he says your name, quietly, earning you looking at him as you step back. “I will never regret what we did, I just regret trying to make myself something I wasn’t.”

“Don’t do this, don’t end a good thing? For what?” He’s shaking your shoulders, as if trying to drag some sense into you.

“I caused it all.”

“You didn’t, I’m sorry I-”

“I need to be alone.”

Your next words break him, he stares at you with wide eyes. “What?”

“I need to be alone. I’m sorry.” You walk to the door, he is behind you then, hand on yours over that knob, hard body behind you, his other arm wrapping around your waist now. “Satoru…”

“Don’t kick me out of your life,” he’s pleading, he feels so pathetic then, standing behind you and resting his head on the cool door over your head, taking a breath. “I don’t want this to stop, to end. I wanted you from the moment I saw you at that damn party.”

“But now I’m not that girl,” you’re shaking, as his hand tightens over yours. “I don’t know who I am anymore.”

“You’re still her, what do you mean!?”

He doesn’t understand.

“I am glad I met you, Satoru Gojo. I have never met anyone like you, and I probably never will.”

“Don’t do this.”

“Thank you for being so thoughtful, so caring,” you’re choking on your sobs, looking behind your shoulder up at him as he cups your face. “Thank you for being so many of my firsts.”

“Don’t thank me,” his words are harsh, as he kisses you again, and you fall into them so sweetly, whining into his lips. “Don’t push me away.”

“I have to find myself again, and I can’t like this.”

“I just don’t understand.”

“I know.” It’s quiet, as he kisses you again, letting you go and shaking his head. “I’m sorry for all of this.”

He says nothing else, letting you turn the knob, rushing out without another word, as you turn and rest your back against the door, sliding down and collapsing on the fucking floor, devastated. It’s like your heart is ripped into pieces, sending the man you love away, when he fucking begged to stay.

You feel horrible, his crying eyes and the way he asked you not to, but how the fuck can you keep going like this!? Even then, he didn’t bring up being more, he didn’t say ‘I love you too’ as if wanting you physically was enough. But for him, that’s what this was, it was what you brought up, so enamored by your feelings, you thought you could have him sexually and it would be enough.

It would never be enough for you.

Curled into a ball on the floor, you don't move for hours, the sun setting through the blinds and casting its shadows across the floor as you hold your stomach and just sob. It's late when you finally pull yourself up, seeing the numerous calls from him, over and over, but you don't call him back, you can't anymore. Instead, you call your friend who's also called you a good five times.

“Jenna?”

“Baby what's wrong!?”

“Can you come over?”

*****

Jenna holds you that night as you keep apologizing, you were an awful fucking friend, damn near kicking her out in some hopes that she was so wrong, for Satoru to prove her right - only worse. Never once did Jenna herself think he would say what you sob to her then, she thought Satoru was a good person, just an industry standard, but never spiteful.

“Shit baby,” she murmurs, as you hiccup, hugging her tightly as you lay on your couch, take out and wine along your living room table. “I wish I wasn’t right.”

“He accused me of… wanting to use him!? I never… Jenna I never…”

“Shh.” She’s trying to calm you down, but you’re so fucking devastated, every time the phone rings and you want to answer it, she holds you tighter. “You can’t just give in and be treated like that.”

“I was slutty, going to him.”

“You were curious about your feelings.”

“I… yes…” You rub tissues on your sore nose, sipping your cheap wine and sighing, looking at your beautiful friend. “I loved him when I met him, Jenna.”

“I know,” she sips her own wine, frowning. “I wish I warned you more.”

“You didn’t know I would fall like this. It’s all my own doing.”

“Is it? He knew you were innocent.” You shake your head, sighing and leaning back against the couch, resting a hand on her thigh now.

“I was a bitch to you.”

“You were just hurt, fucked up on him. I forgive you.” She takes your hand, and tugs you into another hug. “He’s so good I almost fell fucking him.”

“Jenna!” You glare playfully, then laugh, for the first time since you had to send him away. She shrugs.

“It’s his pussy eating skills.”

“Jenna it’s so not that.”

“They gaslight you.” You playfully shove her then, laughing and standing up, grabbing both glasses.

“Will you stay tonight? Have more wine?”

“You know I will.” You smile and lean down, pecking a kiss on her cheek. “Don’t fall in love with another pornstar.”

“I’ve always loved one.” You tease, something feels relieving, despite the love in your fucking heart, to release all those feelings, to speak them out loud. “I’ll make us some popcorn on the stove.”

“I’ll find a movie!” As you walk out to the kitchen, your phone rings, Jenna fuck-you buttons it, glaring at the picture of Satoru.

She cannot stand that he hurt her best friend like that, and she’s not gonna be very fucking nice if she sees him again.

It keeps ringing, over and over, when she finally picks it up, walking out to your balcony. “Stop calling her,” Jenna’s voice is on the phone, Satoru laughs harshly, after being so excited to speak to you, it’s your protector. “I’m serious.”

“She’s a grown woman, not a little girl.” He says, and she scoffs.

“She sure is, but guess what? She was innocent, Satoru, innocent before you got her into this fucking world.”

“It was her decision!”

“Because she’s in love with you, fucking idiot!”

“She’s…” He trails off, he could swear at this point he imagined that confession in the middle of the argument, the ‘break up’. Where you broke his fucking heart in ways he didn’t know it could be.

“She did it to please you, she said she’d lose herself to be anything for you.” Jenna’s furious, quiet words break Satoru down. “You’re the experienced one, she was damn near a virgin.”

“She chose-”

“You shouldn’t have offered. You shouldn’t have changed her, she was perfect the way she was! Now she hates herself.”

“Jenna, I…”

She takes a breath, sighing. “I’m being too harsh, I’m sorry, okay? But as someone in this industry, why would you get a sweet, innocent girl into it? If you cared, you’d protect her, like I do.”

Satoru lets it all hit, slowly, her furious yet emotional words, a girl that clearly loves you, cares for you, and she was right. She was so right.

“Fuck…” Is all he can manage, as his mind whirls to a time when he was not too different from you.

He’d been a nerdy boy, even though his looks carried him far, he wasn’t very experienced, not until he fell in love with a girl in her early thirties, while he was in college. He’d pursued her, he’d begged for her, when he found she was a pornstar? He lost his virginity on set. It had been by far the most popular video there even had been at the time, it went viral.

That’s when they became the power couple.

But every time he saw her with anyone, it broke his fucking heart, he couldn’t stand seeing her on shoots, even when she’d coo at him that he was her favorite, even when he lived with her. He wondered if she liked other men better, he made sure to become perfect, the best there was, and soon she told him she didn’t recognize him any longer.

He says soon, but it was a four year relationship. One where they fought and fucked all the time, one where she was tired of the lifestyle and he was young and brand new. He let the fame get to his head, and she ultimately broke down and apologized for bringing him into this world, but he laughed, brushing it off.

He was happy she did, so happy.

His life was perfect, full of money and beautiful women.

Right?

“I told her you were a good person,” Jenna’s words over the phone bring his attention to the present, as he sinks into self loathing. “I feel I was wrong.”

“You’re not wrong, okay? I didn’t… I didn’t realize.” She sighs again, a long pause as he sits there, feeling the emotions catch in his throat.

“You’re not good for her, Gojo.”

Her words should make him fucking furious, but he’s not, he’s just so very sad now. She was right about it all, he was horrible for you, he made you not recognize yourself, regret your actions. Satoru never grew to regret his actions with his first, even though he was so enamored with the lifestyle at the time, perhaps he’s never fully digested it all.

He thought you’d love it, the attention, the money, that you’d feel so sexy and confident, that the two of you could be that couple. That he could have the best of both his worlds, keep his career and have the girl he desires more than anything right by his side through it all.

He was fucking selfish.

The girl that was in that damn party, nervous and giggling, fiddling with her long sleeves and blushing as he teased her? The girl who took a shotgun from him and got high from that, nervous as she kissed him? The girl who trusted him to show her things, who allowed him to do filthy fucking things without question, eager and open to anything he suggested.

The girl you were, who he changed unintentionally, would have never filmed any shoots of herself, wouldn’t have shown her body, no she just wasn’t that girl, and that was what drew him to you. His hands tighten on the phone as her words ring too fucking true, as they read him inside out.

“I didn’t mean to, Jenna. I really didn’t mean to.” His words seem to resonate with her.

“You saw it as some fun, I get it okay, but she’s not the girl you ‘have fun with’ she’s the one baking you cookies and taking care of you when you’re sick. She’s the shy one, who you have to drag to a damn party, the sweet one who makes sure you get home safe when you’re shitfaced. She’s a good girl, and now she’s devastated and stuck in her bed, feeling horrible.”

“Then let me talk to her-”

“She can’t get over this if you keep on.”

“Get over me?”

“She’s broken-hearted. I’ve never seen her in love like this, even with her ex it wasn’t even close, whatever you did, I need her to snap out of it, before she can’t get past this.”

“Jenna, I didn’t know she felt that way.”

“You don’t know a lot of things. Just stop calling her, I will help her.”

“Jenna-” She hangs up, and his next calls are sent immediately to voicemail, until he curses, throwing his fucking phone, then sobbing into his pillow that night, at the ultimate realization of what he’s done.

He changed you, the parts he fell for, so selfish he didn’t even notice a single sign that you did it all for him. And now he was supposed to just let you go?

How can he even move on without you?

*****

“Shut the blinds, ugh.” You cover your face with a comforter three weeks later, as Jenna is annoyingly there again, she comes over every day as you’ve taken two weeks off work as of the other day to rot in your bed.

“This is your vacation!? The fuck, get up.” She’s yanking the covers as you scowl at her, covered in sticky tears and hair all matted up. “You look like shit.”

“Who is there to look good for now? Let me wallow.” You yank the covers back until Jenna has dragged your ass off the bed, you hit the carpet and wince. “Jenna!”

“No, you’re taking a fucking shower. You are not letting him destroy you like this. Now.” She’s picking you up, you sigh then, just hugging her. “You stink.”

“Sorry,” you’re crying, it’s all you do. Cry and cry and cry over him. Over the man you love that you sent away, you could at least have him in your fucking bed, but no, this is all you have. “Why do you deal with me?”

“Because we’ve been through it all, you’ve dealt with how many of my manic fucking episodes?” You sigh, smiling through your tears.

“Don’t deserve you.”

“You do, and you deserve to move the fuck on. This shit happens, okay? We get up, get looking hot, and go out.”

“I can’t go out, I can’t have fun, I feel no joy without him.” The words are hard to get out of your throat, they’re the truth, but it’s a truth that’s hard to admit.

Without Satoru it was like there was no light in your life, sure Jenna was amazing, and sure you had people in your life you cared for, but Satoru haunts your every fucking though, dream, waking moment. If it was just sex, if it was just a fling, why are the dreams not just that? For every wet dream there were five of just holding his hand on a fucking beach somewhere.

You woke up with one of him holding you yesterday, only to be smacked with the realization that he will never again, touching the cold pillow and wrinkled sheets from your tossing and turning. You slept over and over, dreaming of him again, when he’s a phone call away, it was pure torture, a cruel fucking joke, that you fell in love with Satoru Gojo.

So close yet so impossibly far.

“What about the hottie from work? He keeps asking you out, and he’s fine as hell. Why not try?” You shake your head, sitting on your bed and sighing as she starts rummaging through your wardrobe. “Satoru isn’t the only man, baby.”

“He is the only one for me. Fuck was I too harsh to him-”

“No, he was a dick. You stood up for yourself like a good girl.”

“Don’t hit my praise kink, Jenna, I have a thing for pornstars,” she sticks out her tongue at you, grinning as you finally laugh a little, sniffling. “Nanami is sweet, and handsome, but I think he may want something serious. I don’t think I could give it to him.”

“You could if you tried to let this go. I know you fell, but he’s not going to change, so what good is any of it? Do you have anything slutty?”

“No, not really.” You stand up, going to the mirror and wincing. “I look like shit.”

“You really do.”

“Jenna!”

“Sorry,” she’s so not sorry, frowning as she digs up a lacy ass top, which is just lingerie. “Ooh this!”

“That’s not clothing, Jenna.”

“Sure is, bitch. I know you have some cute skirts…”

“Jenna I’m not gonna be any fucking fun. I’m too depressed.” You start brushing the rats' nest on your head, wincing as the memory hits.

Satoru brushing your hair, after the first time you’d come over, so sweet and caring as he ran it through, as he pulled you against him and smiled. The brush wavers in your hand, the ache in your chest growing again until you almost couldn’t breathe. You wonder if he feels anything close, if he ever did, or were you just something new for him to try?

His mean words melt with his sweet ones.

Done with your experiment?

Baby you are a star, already.

Gonna use it on someone else?

Best I’ve ever had.

You hate him for it, not for the accusations but for the fact that it showed he never knew you, and you thought Satoru truly just got you. But maybe the two of you never got to know each other, maybe it was something physical, some intense chemistry that you confused…

How can that be?

How can that be when what you miss most isn’t his body, isn’t the orgasms or pleasure, but the touches, the cuddles, the sweet smiles, the quiet moments in between where it felt perfect? No, you can’t explain it away, as easy as it would make it, this mix of love, longing, and hatred, is eating you alive, palpable and real as the physical manifestation of Satoru himself.

You’d always love him. But do you love you anymore?

“There’s a DJ I know at the EDM club… let’s go out and party babe, let’s let go and get free drinks and dance!” She’s yanking out a skirt that’s too tight on your waist and rides up your ass now. “This one!”

“An EDM club?” You sigh, shaking your head, but she’s got her mind set on it, shoving you to the bathroom now.

“Go shower, and scrub that hair twice, dear god.”

“Jenna…”

“No, you’re getting the fuck out tonight. Now.”

“Fine.”

You wish you weren’t just crying in the fucking shower, sitting there and hugging your knees, just missing him.

******

Satoru’s dancing in the middle of the EDM club that night, but it’s more physical, more going through the fucking motions, as the sounds reverberate, and women are giggling, dancing on him. He tries to have fun, to remember who he was before you, it’s been three weeks since your friend begged him not to call, and you’ve not reached out one time since.

He stalked your socials, not a single post, like you’ve ghosted everyone, not that you had much anyway, just a few pictures of your baking or cooking and those few blurry selfies. The selfies that make him ache, that make him miss you as he looks at them over and over.

Satoru took down both of your videos, he doesn’t feel right keeping them up after you said you regretted them, that made him feel so fucking horrible. You said it wasn’t his fault, but how can he not feel responsible for bringing it up in the first place? How can he not let your friend’s words sink in deep?

You were innocent, and instead of cherishing that, he saw the opportunity to make bank with you, to enjoy the only woman he wanted and keep his career, to just win and win and win. At the cost of you, of your self worth clearly, and your self esteem, all for what. For others to see you, what he wanted for himself, the thoughts made him fucking sick.

What is money, what are hollow comments, what is any of this when your eyes were full of tears, when he has to jerk it to the fucking memory of you, when he can’t make it to a shoot and just stares at your pictures. When he watches the videos of you two and instead of getting excited feels overwhelming guilt? You were a grown woman, but you were innocent, and he corrupted it, unintentional as it was.

He still was responsible.

He wants to fucking apologize, he wants to beg you to come back, he knows he’s horrible for you, he barely knows himself at twenty eight, and you younger than him seem to at least remember who you are. He missed all the signs of you changing to please him, but it all started falling together these past weeks of being alone, of avoiding his job, of avoiding everything.

He can’t avoid it forever, and he shouldn’t. You were gone.

He backs off the girl dancing on him now, tapping her shoulder. “I need a drink, sweets.”

“Sure Gojo!” She grins and dances with the other girl who was grinding on him, as he finds Suguru leaning against the bar, having a drink, along with a few other of the usual stars, including smirking Toji and Sukuna, who he can’t deal with right now.

“Make it a double,” Satoru murmurs to the bartender, who slips him her number with a little wink, he tips her well and smiles.

Did he really enjoy this?

He leans back, freezing then, when he thinks his fucking eyes are playing tricks on him - it can’t be.

You’re feeling the energy pulsing through every inch of your body, hands touching you everywhere, losing yourself in the strobing lights, the sweat dripping as you jump up and down, laughing again for the first time in so long. Jenna’s dancing with you, then other girls and guys, as the beat kicks up, and everyone throws their hands up in the air.

A girl kisses you, then Jenna, making you blush, covering your mouth as Jenna grins at you. “You’re so cute!”

“Hush!” You shove at her playfully as you both shout over the loud noise filling the intense room, internally feeling guilty for enjoying one night without him, without the man that has your whole fucking heart.

But it does feel good, to shut your eyes and feel blissful nothingness, the drinks simmering through your veins until you’re dizzy. You feel a man’s hands on you, gently pushing them off with a smile, thanking god you wore your contacts because you fear for your glasses with the amount of jumping people. You lift your arms up, back to Jenna again, as you two lose yourselves.

Satoru sees you, skin glistening with sweat in the middle of the dancefloor, jumping up and down with a grin on your face as Jenna jumps with you, bodies all surrounding you, making him glare as he sips his drink. He’s going through fucking torture without you, and you look so happy, so free.

Was he truly horrible for you?

Was he selfless enough to stay away?

“Satoru, maybe try to talk to her?” Suguru says in his ear, loudly over the blaring electronic music that has hundreds bouncing together, kissing on each other, touching  each other.

Satoru used to eat this up, all the music and energy, kissing women and having them feel all over him, especially when he was a little younger and partook in the party drugs, as many of them were on. But even now, he should enjoy it, the looks women give him, the way they touch his body, how they all dance all over him, he should enjoy the feeling.

He enjoys nothing, now, nothing but the memory of you gives him, what it leaves him with, the feel of you in his arms, against his skin, god the night he danced with you and you were so nervous. Clearly still awkward, Jenna is guiding your moves, when Satoru watches several men touching you, trying to rub and dance on you - it was normal in an EDM club, it’s what you did.

But you back off them, with a little polite smile, back to Jenna in moments, when your eyes finally catch his, and you stop moving like you were, your body slows, your eyes get fucking sad, he can see it clear as day. You walk away, and he curses softly, following you around until he catches sight of you walking in the bathroom, and he follows you right in.

“It’s a girls bathroom, Satoru.” You say then, splashing water on your face, when he comes right behind you, turning you quickly, the water drips down your face as you breasts heave up and down in an outfit so slutty he’s sure it’s not yours. “What do you want?”

“What do I want!? What do I want?” He’s blinking back his emotions now, laughing and shaking his head, cupping your face with his huge hands as the DJ shifts to another song, the bass vibrating your bodies, while your breaths come quicker and quicker.

You can hardly stand it, seeing him again, it’s like nothing even exists but him, but your love for him, a love you know ruins you, changes you for the worst. You rotted away for weeks and for one moment had fun, one moment thought you could let some of the pain go, to realize what this was.

But the moment you see his desperate, hungry eyes, taste the liquor on his breath as he leans down, you’re hopelessly lost. You swallow nervously, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, trying to gather yourself, the shots running through your body along with the headiness from the dancing, all mixing with him. With Satoru Gojo, whose hands feel far too good on your skin.

“I want you back, god I’ll fucking do anything,” he whispers, desperate and needy when you open your eyes again, two tears slipping from their corners. “I’ll let you do anything to me.”

“Don’t say that, god…” You take a shaky breath, pulling back, when he presses you against the black and gold counter of the fancy bathroom, his thigh right between yours, feeling your heat. Your hips roll before you can stop yourself, moaning softly as he sighs, his hand slipping down your body slowly.

“Anything to feel you again, please. Fuck I miss you,” you bite your lower lip, shaking your head. “I do, god I do.”

“Satoru…”

“I need you. I need you.” He’s kissing you, messy and desperate, licking the gloss and sweat off your lips with his long tongue, while pressing that thigh up. “Look too good to be out there, dressing this slutty?”

“Fuck you,” he moans, never expecting those words from your sweet lips, but all they do is make him needier, when you yank him by his dress shirt, hand crumpling the material. “I hate you.”

“You hate me, huh?” His whisper infuriates you, you’re crying as you nod, arching your hips up again.

“For making me fall for you, yes. I hate you, Satoru.” You pull back, turning away, only for him to drag you against his chest, making you look at your own reflection, dilated eyes, messy hair, your tits nearly falling out of your bustier.

“I could never hate you, sweetheart,” he grips a breast, yanking it out of your top then, making you whine, as your head falls back. “Look at your pretty fucking face.”

“No.” He grips your chin, forcing you to stare at him towering over you, his arms wrapping your body, one hand trailing down your nipple, tweaking it and making you whine out, rolling your hips. “Hate it.”

“You hate this?” You nod, sniffling back those tears, but your body responds to him violently, your cunt drenched when he brushes you over your panties, moaning as he fingers the slick, sticky cum. “Pretty pussy soaked, isn’t she?”

“From… dancing…” He scowls now, and you smile.

Good.

He changed you, the old you would never fucking say you hate him when you’re in love, the old you wouldn’t smirk at his anger. No, you were so sweet, so needy and pathetic for him, and you can’t let yourself slip again, not when you’re still not sure you’ve found yourself. Because you changed, irrevocably the moment you met Satoru Gojo.

“I know you’re lying, you know I’m the only man to ever make you cum,” you glare, but it’s cut off when he bends low, burying his head against your neck as he bends at the waist, your heels giving just enough height for him to slip your panties to the side. “Hold them.”

“No.”

“Hold. Them. To. The. Side.” His whisper almost ends you, the commanding tone you want to submit to.

“No.”

“Now.” He orders, in the only way he can, and you feel him slipping his fingers up and down an already messy cunt, tit slid out of your top, the other threatening to right in this club fucking bathroom, as his blue eyes look at yours int he mirror. “Now.”

“Fuck it,” you scowl as he smirks, doing just that, as the music reverberates and you bend down, pulling your lacy panties to the side, screaming out unwillingly when two fingers bury themselves. “Fuck!”

“Nasty mouth, bratty attitude, where’s my sweet, submissive girl huh?” He smirks as he slips those fingers deeper, pressing your spot with wicked precision, pressing that spongy spot as his other hand grips your breast rough in his huge grip. “Wanna squirt for me again, just me?”

“No, no I - mnh! There, shit, there,” your eyes roll back as his other hand wraps your throat, his desperate whines loud in your ear mixing with the loud squelching of your hungry cunt as he fucks you with his fingers. “Hate you.”

“Yeah, I know baby,” he’s so ready to watch you again, watch you fall apart, as he curls that spot you need, over and over, feels your gummy walls gripping and pulsing his finger with the beat of the goddamn music, watching your glittery skin and lips and eyes in the fucking mirror. “I’ll never hate you.”

“Shh,” you can’t take it, his fingers, his glistening eyes, those pouty lips parted while he moves his hand up and down inside your cunt until you’re about to cum, so intense again. “Stop, too much I’m gonna-”

“I feel it, let go, make a mess f’me, just me huh?” You can’t stop it then, his fingers fucking you just so, you feel all that pressure deep in your tummy, about to explode, making you scream out into his lips as he captures them, hand squeezing your throat as all the pressure builds.

He moans against your lips, messy kisses, saliva just dripping as he hits that spot that makes all the pressure release, and you feel yourself squirting all down his fingers, down your thighs, down the bathroom fucking tile. You scream out at it, as he makes more come out, torturing you as he pulls back and moans, looking at your face with those fucking eyes of his.

“That’s it, squirt everywhere, slutty pussy only does it f’me, say it,” you shake your head, whining and shaking as the mess gushes all over him, and he’s rock hard and thick against the small of your back, whining. “God I miss you, I need you, wanna drink you.”

“No, you can’t…” You’re drunk off him, lost in him, as he slips his fingers away from the mess you made, shoving them in your mouth, and you eagerly suck them up and down, looking at his reflection in the mirror with dilated eyes.

You’ll always want him.

You’re ready to fuck him then and there, ready to forget anything, to feel his cock stretch you out sure, but also to kiss him, to feel his energy, to feel so beautiful under him, around him. You’re shaking, thighs trembling and sticky when he turns you, lifting you and slipping his hands up your messy, sticky thighs, glistening and drenched all the way to your ankles.

“Look at your mess, sweetheart,” he taunts, bending down and licking a thigh desperately, moaning as he looks up at you, he’s too much, fuck he’s too much. “Missed your taste, can’t get it outta my fucking mind.”

“Satoru, please…” You don’t know what you’re asking, hands in his silvery locks, the texture you missed, as he presses hungry licks of his pink tongue on your skin.

“Didn’t miss me, right? Don’t want me now? Hate me?” He’s glaring, stopping his kisses to cup your face, his chin glistening from the arousal that he got pouring from your cunt, eyes locked with yours. “Do you hate me?”

“No,” you’re crying, chest heaving now. “I love you, and that is enough fucking torture.” He pauses, faltering then, as he brushes tears from your cheeks.

“Did you ever think that I-” the door opens, and the two of you quickly celebrate, you adjust yourself, thanking god the drunk girls don’t notice your undress, when you realize what you’ve done.

Let him have you a literal mess, let everything you’ve tried to get over for weeks get destroyed with his lips, his fingers. You confessed again, so pathetic, you can’t even face him, not when he is waiting for you out of the bathroom, you dart off, gripping your clutch tightly and hearing your name ring in your ears, along with the music and the sounds of cheers filling them.

He wants you, sure, but would he ever love you?

You quickly grab Jenna, desperate to run away, to try to compose yourself, how can you stand strong when all it takes is a look from his eyes and you’re ready to give him anything he wants again? It’s toxic, and you fucking know it, what he does to your body, your brain, your heart.

Has he done shoots?

Will he do them?

Why do you care when you’re not his!?

Will he be inside someone else, and you could have kept him if you went along with it all? The thoughts race as you and Jenna run out of the club, and you feel those blue eyes on you from somewhere in the dark club through the strobe lights making you dizzy. You can fucking feel Satoru, the man responsible for your soaked, sticky panties and thighs.

You could never hate him, but who are you without him anymore? It’s like you can’t recognize yourself, so consumed from his touches, from his empty words - miss you - what did he miss? Was it you, or your body? What did he think of the love confessions you were dumb enough to spill twice now?

“Baby you okay?” Jenna asks, as you two climb in the back of the ride, and you shake your head, bursting into tears.

She holds you, so confused, because you don’t say what happened.

You’ll never be okay without him, will you?

*****

Satoru can still feel it, you squirting and gushing in that fucking room, clinging to the memory he tries a month later to get hard on set, how long could he put it off, it’s been almost two months since that fight now. He hasn’t heard your voice since that night, he finally stopped calling again, realizing you were done with him, realizing the amount of times he fucked this all up.

He never told you how he felt, how could you know?

He doesn’t even know how to describe it, the void in his chest as he thinks of you, as he misses you, knowing you live an hour away, he keeps thinking of just showing up, telling you. That he’s never felt this way, that he’s never felt the need, the hunger, the all consuming desire for you as a human being, your laugh, your kisses, your grin.

Your silly jokes, the innocent way you moved against him, so shy at first, to the wildness of that night out, how you arched against him, how you said you hated him, how you said you loved him. And he almost said it back, he just needed one more moment to fucking say it, the words he hasn’t said since his ex fucked his brain up, made him so cold.

But he feels more for you in a short time than he ever did her.

He fell for you, just like you did, but he was so fucking stupid, all he could do was explain it away, to keep his lifestyle, his career- and what did any of it matter without you? What was anything without you in his life now, a life he thought was beautiful, was just a hollow shell since he met you.

Parties, drugs, women all over him, fame and money, what the fuck was a yacht party with beautiful women, when the girl he loves hates him? What was a trip to some rich fucker’s island, when the girl he loves is back in LA? Were you moved on, did you find a guy to treat you right, better than he had?

One that doesn’t make you cry?

“Ready, Gojo?” His pretty costar smiles at him, and he clears his throat, nodding with a fake smile.

Were all his smiles fake before you?

Was everything just a stage, waiting for you to enter his life, to change everything?

You changed so much for him, but he never changed for you.

Satoru’s flexing for the cameras, it’s what he did. You two were done before you ever became anything, weren’t you? You have not once reached out, why should he feel bad, there’s nothing there. He has to move on, like you apparently have, he has to have his career back, and maybe now he could, if he could just ignore the stabbing, gnawing ache in his soul.

Satoru’s slipping his fingers down her spine, smacking her ass and watching handprints form, while she’s whining and arching up for more, her hair falling back behind her shoulder blades. Satoru tries to remember that he once enjoyed this career, that he enjoys pleasing women. He tries to remember you want nothing to do with him anymore, that you ‘hate him’.

But your hate is sweeter than anything.

He could almost do it.

Her hair is the same as yours, as he pulls it gently, her ass arched up for him so pretty. Satoru could almost pretend it’s you, with that condom on, maybe he could shut his eyes and remember you instead. Maybe he could go through it, you two are done, you’ve made it so clear you want nothing to do with him now, and he couldn’t blame you for it.

He could almost slip his cock into her, he thinks, while he fingers her, feels how wet she is. He could almost imagine you, squirting and gushing and whining as he felt your tight, perfect cunt. He shuts his eyes, snowy lashes casting shadows along his high cheekbones, as she moans, this moan that’s not even close to the sounds you make.

He could almost do this, he’s going to have to move on, right?

“I need a career change.” He says suddenly, fingers inside his costar stilling, the set goes quiet. “Shit… um, sorry.”

He’s walking off, wiping his hands off when his manager comes to him.

“Satoru… what the fuck?”

“I can’t do this anymore.” He murmurs, remembering you in that club bathroom, the way you felt in his arms, the anger you held, your pretty little face, the way your lashes fluttered shut. The way you kissed him, how he’d licked that arousal off your thighs, but moreso your words.

You loved him.

And it all finally sinks in - he has no clue if you’ll ever even fucking talk to him again, he has no clue if you really hate him, but he knows he can’t do this life like this any longer. He can’t be with someone else in a world where you fucking exist - no, It was only you.

“I need a change of career.”

This chapter hurt my fucking feelings, my god they're dumb esp Satoru - BUT promise next chap will be a little less angsty <3

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[deepspace-scenarios]

[scenario/drabble] say it again

LIs react when you say their name, but not the one you usually call them by. (They love it. SO much.)

Genre: Fluff, TW: suggestiveness

(Note: HC all the LADS men are at least bilingual/trilingual for work purposes or just bc they've lived long enough)

SYLUS

The rain hits the glass panels like a scatter of beads, the curtains of dense raindrops draping over the N109 zone late at night.

Seeing that it is a slow night for Sylus, you decide to try your idea out.

His glass of whiskey pauses halfway to his lips when you pronounce "Qín Chè" with perfect inflection.

The ice cubes clink as he slowly sets it down.

"Now that," he purrs, rising from his chair with a predatory grace, "is a dangerous thing to know."

In your next breath, he appears in a cloud of black-red mist, leaning down to you with a hand in his pocket.

"Did you research me that thoroughly? Or..." His breath ghosts your ear, "have you been hiding secrets?"

When you admit to practicing, he chuckles. "Even more dangerous. Now I'll have to teach you all the ways I want to hear my name...in private."

And so you learn, saying his name like a prayer while his lips graze over your neck and his arms keep you pressed close to him. Soon, your attempts are swallowed by his hungry kisses, and lost between stuttered breaths.

The next night, he makes you do it all over again.

_____

XAVIER

The way back home is quiet, crowds dwindling quickly after dinner hours in the dreary weather. It's still drizzling, but you're under a covered walkway for this stretch of the walk.

There's a comfortable silence between you and Xavier, and you decide to test something out.

"Shěn Xīnghuí," you say softly, watching the light reflect in his widened eyes like stars.

"You...know." The way he says it makes you realize this isn't just about language- you've spoken a name he thought he'd never hear you say in this lifetime.

He takes both your hands, holding them delicately as he moves closer to you. "Say it again," he whispers.

You repeat his name, louder this time. The night suddenly feels sacred as the syllables hang between you.

He doesn't speak, only brushes his thumb lightly over your knuckles as he looks at you the way a stargazer would observe a meteor shower.

Then you feel the slightest squeeze on your hands.

“Let's head back quickly,” he says, moving to keep a hand on your waist on the way home. He turns to press a quick kiss to your temple. “Now that I know you can say my name this way… I won't let you stop at just saying it twice.”

_____

ZAYNE

When you pass by the reception desk at the cardiology ward, You wave to the nurses on your way in and greet Zayne in a sing-song voice.

It's a phrase you practiced, over and over in front of a mirror.

“Lí Shēn, I'm here~ I'll just leave your lunchbox on the table,”

His gaze snaps to you.

The receptionist nurse freezes as their usually unflappable chief surgeon stares at you like you've grown a second head.

"...That pronunciation is very precise," he finally says, clicking his pen shut and taking some charts from the shelf.

Later, in his office, he has you trapped against the table. He's careful not to make noise, his steps slow and deliberate until the back of your legs are pressed up against the cool wooden surface.

"Who taught you that?" He asks quietly.

You blink. He seems almost too calm- like he's trying hard not to let something irritate him. Something is simmering in his gaze, but it's one of those times where you can't quite place your finger on what it is.

“Well- I remember knowing you had a different name, but I just never actually asked you about it even after all this time-” You explain, “It came up when I went over the university alumnae list-”

“Are you a personal investigator now?” He says, inching even closer to you.

“I was just… sorry, I shouldn't have called you by another name in the hospital,”

He exhales, the hint of a smile gracing his sharp features. “No- don't apologize, my love. I have no reason to be unhappy-” When he wraps his arms around you, the tension in your cautious stance melts into familiar warmth.

The slightly coarse fabric of his doctor's coat rubs against your face, but you snuggle closer.

“-However,” he continues, voice low, “My private investigator, I can't let you leave just yet.”

He keeps you locked in place with a hand around your waist. “I have five minutes until my ward round. If you're ever going to say my name like that again..." His lips brush yours, "you'll do it where I can properly appreciate it."

_____

RAFAYEL

The name you learned isn't Lemurian- it's something you came across in a luxury-lifestyle magazine interview done years ago that lay forgotten inside one of his storage crates. You had gone to your friend and asked them to help with the pronunciation, and practiced till you could say it naturally within conversations.

"Qí Yù! Is this a new piece of artwork?" You call across the studio.

"Yeah it- WHAT DID YOU JUST-?!" He leaps over the couch.

"Say that again," he demands, gripping your shoulders.

When you repeat it with a grin, he gasps.

"You've been holding out on me! Oh, you say my name so wonderfully," He gushes with a smile so dazzling it would put the glittering sunset ocean to shame.

"Wait." He squints. "Did Thomas teach you? I'LL KILL HIM-"

You have to physically restrain him from storming off, and his arm almost slips between your grip.

“Rafayel! No, it's just me- I read in an old interview that you had a different name and-”

“So you've been reading about me- when you can just ask me anything?” He pouts.

You blink. “How would I even begin to know you have different names?”

He puts his hands on his hips, seemingly acknowledging an impasse.

Then he sighs and opens his arms wide. “Come here, cutie,”

His scent envelopes you as you sink into his embrace, and he rubs circles into your back.

His voice is lower when he speaks, “I will take a break now- I need some inspiration from you.”

_____

CALEB

It's rare that you ever tag along to Caleb's gym sessions. Aside from schedules never aligning, you always knew his workout routine was rigorous and intense, so you wouldn't want to distract him.

Apart from that, he is also a huge source of distraction to you.

Right now, he's doing shoulder presses while seated on the gym bench, looking absolutely distracting. The stair master machine faces the mirror, giving you a clear view of him.

There's no way you can complete your usual routine, so you approach him.

Time to call it a day at the gym.

"Xià Yǐzhòu," you call out.

His dumbbells wobble mid-air.

"Holy-" He braces himself and rights his grip, bringing the dumbbells back down to rest them on his knees.

When he looks up, his expression does something complicated. "...Haven't heard that in a while," he murmurs, placing the dumbbells on the floor and rubbing his neck.

There's a vulnerability in his eyes you rarely see. “What happened to ‘Caleb’?” he asks.

When you explain your practice sessions, his boyish grin returns.

"Well damn, pips."

He tackles you into a hug that nearly has you topple over- but he catches you. With the way he's looking at you now, you're glad the gym is quiet. Even after being with him, he never fails to get your pulse soaring with his stupid, rugged charm.

“Ew, Caleb your sweat-”

“I don't recall you having a problem with that last night,” he murmurs, holding you closer.

“Caleb, I swear-” You jab at his sides with your fingers, scrambling to find an excuse to get him to stop teasing, “I'm sweaty too, it's gross.”

It almost works. He squirms, but his grip doesn't loosen in the slightest.

“Xià Yǐzhòu-”

He hums contentedly, patting your hair to placate you, "Thaaaat's more like it. Now gotta hear that every morning."

His whisper turns teasing, "And every night. Especially when you're begging me to-" You clap a hand over his mouth.

“Caleb!”

He kisses your palm, then gently takes your hand from his face.

“Call me the other name again and I'll let you go,”

_____

Edit: (note: their chinese names are so beautiful and poetic and suits their characterisation/personalities so well I cant even begin to describe how much I love ! !! And especially the exact words/characters chosen for their names too where my multilingual stans at!!! OK incoherent vent over thank u all for reading <3)

[damselneedssaving]

「 DON'T GET THE DOOR 」

OLDER!CLINGY!DAMIAN WAYNE X F!READER

★ SYNOPSIS: After days of being too busy to be intimate with you, Damian's finally got you propped up on the kitchen island, sweet and like putty in his hands, when a sudden knock sounds at the door... and he absolutely refuses to let you go and answer it.

★ TAGS: damian is 18+, suggestive content, nothing too much—just making out, and a bit more, damian is physically incapable of keeping his hands off you, srsly babe wtf did you do to him, dick and jason cameo at the end

★ A/N: just some dami hating everyone but you action 🤭 enjoy trying to get him off you lmao

line divider by @cafekitsune

Damian's gaze is heavy as it runs all over you, soaking you in with an intensity that makes you squirm on the counter, the marble cool against your bare thighs.

His hands are firm on your waist, sitting there like that's where they're meant to be—like they know no place else—as his chest moves to press up against your own, and his body stands situated right between your thighs, hot and present.

"I've missed you, Habibti," he whispers after a beat of just staring, and it comes out breathless, framed a little by disbelief, like he just can't fathom you're actually there.

You can only squirm in response, eyes ready to move to the side in all their bashful glory—when he ushers them back to him, fingers gentle against your chin.

"I've barely seen you these past few days—and now that I can, you choose to hide from me?"

You blink back at him, eyes wide and head shaking from side-to-side to convey what you can't with words, what you can't under the intensity of his gaze.

He hums, and he's so close now, so within kissing distance, that his breath fans over your face, minty and fresh, begging and pleading.

You don't even realise the way your lids grow heavy until it takes only half the time it usually does to shut them, until you're leaning forward and eager to meet him halfway as it registers to you just how much you've missed his touch.

Damian receives you with open arms, lips pressing against your own as he further pushes himself against you, hands now curling around your waist instead of situated at its sides.

All you can breathe is the scent of nature and cologne, drowning in all that is him until your head grows dizzy and your body begins to shake, until you're suffocating in heat and pounding need.

He kisses you like he's running out of time to, like at any minute, he'll be forced to pull away, hungry and desperate and left with an ache near impossible to fill.

He also kisses you like he has all the time in the world to, like he's taking in a piece of art, studying every inch until he has it etched into his mind forever.

It's too much—it's not enough—and you're left a panting mess when he pulls away, the air hot and heavy and seeping so much steam it practically fogs up your vision.

"Dami..."

He hums, lips now on your neck, having moved there as soon as he pulled away as though incapable of truly ever leaving you.

Your fingers move to card through his hair, and he groans right into your skin, just above a vein, sending a vibration straight through your body.

God, the moment is just so perfect, and you've just been so starved for attention, and everything in the world seems to just be going so right, that it feels wrong, like something will happen to ruin it all.

Something like a knock at your door.

At first, you think you're imagining it, because Damian continues to litter your skin with kisses like nothing's happened, his hands even beginning to roam beneath the hem of your shirt, touch light against your skin.

But then you hear it again, louder this time, and you're sure that it's real.

But Damian acts like it isn't.

His hands continue tracing patterns into your skin, lips painting your neck like it's one of his canvases as he worships you with all the devotion of a man begging for his life.

It's only when a third knock, even harder and louder than the former two, sounds from the door that he shows even a hint of acknowledgement, fingers digging into your sides, but not enough to hurt, your Damian would never hurt you.

"Damian!" a voice calls from the other side of the door, deep and insistent, "I know you're in there! Open up!"

"Would you be quiet?" another hisses right after, "People are looking."

You blink, pulling back a little, only for your boyfriend to chase after you.

Another knock at the door.

Damian growls into your skin just as you call softly, "Dami."

"Ignore those two idiots," he scoffs out with all the vitriol of a man wronged, one starved of something he's needed for far too long. "They'll leave eventually."

You nod, readily and easily because you don't particularly care for answering the door either. Not when he's holding you so sweet, and kissing you so right, and loving you like you're the only thing in his sight.

And you practically are with how he devours you, biting and sucking as he tastes you enough to shoot tingles down your spine and flood your veins with heat.

"Maybe he's not home," one of the two voices says, and you're just lucid enough to recognise it as Jason's.

"Oh he's home alright," the other responds, and you're quick to find that it's Dick.

But then all your lucidity washes out your veins because Damian's fingers start to crawl up your skin, and you're parting your lips to warn him with another call of his name.

"Dami—"

"Shh," he hushes you gently, and you know he doesn't mean it, soft and reverent as his hand reaches up to play with the band of your bra, lifting and snapping it back in place to send a jolt down your spine.

Your eyes dart to his, a heat pooling low in your stomach, and he simply meets your gaze with his own hooded one.

Then he moves to capture your lips again, and you're moaning low against his mouth, lips parting just a brief amount to let him in, when another huge bang slams against your door.

You pull back with a frantic, "Coming!"

Damian is already moving to try and capture your lips again, but you shut him down immediately, hands pressed firmly against his chest.

"Damian."

He growls, cursing beneath his breath in Arabic as he lingers a second longer, fingers curling against your skin. But he does ultimately let go, backing away enough to leave you room to hop off the counter, but not enough so that you can't feel the heat of him against you once you do.

And as you make your way towards the door, Damian follows right after, a shadow to his light, a knight to his princess.

A boyfriend to his girlfriend.

You swing open the door to two figures stood on the other side, both who you suspected them to be, wide-eyed and blinking as though they never thought you'd answer.

"Finally," Dick whines, lips jutted in a pout before they tug back up, flashing you one of his signature charming smiles. "Hey [Name]! Think Jason and I could crash—?"

"No."

A rush of wind flies over your face, the door to your apartment slamming shut before your very eyes to leave you dazed and a tad confused for a second.

Then a pair of arms wrap right around your waist, and that same voice that rejected the two brothers at your door is whispering right against your ear, hot and heavy, "Now... where were we?"

[woso-dreamzzz]

Blood Sugar III

Alessia Russo x Teen!Reader

Summary: You join Alessia's team

You were kind of lucky really.

You knew you shouldn't have been worried.

Everyone had told you not to worry but you'd still had your doubts.

You and Alessia fought like sisters so you would have accepted if she didn't want you in her space all the time. But here you were, freshly moved into Alessia's spare room and in her car on the way to training.

Brighton had been the club you'd played for since you were a kid. You loved Brighton. Your family loved Brighton but if there was one thing they knew about you, it was your competitiveness.

You had ambition. You wanted to win trophies. Maybe, one day, you'd go back but right now you were still young and you wanted trophies and medals and awards.

So, now, your release clause had been bought out by Arsenal and Alessia's hands reached over the console of her car and slapped at you.

"Stop trying to change the station."

"This station is boring," You bemoan," Can't we listen to something else?"

"My car, my rules," Alessia replies, slapping at your hands again to get you to stop," Maybe, if you actually bothered to go and get your license..."

You roll your eyes, arms crossed over your chest. "Lessons are expensive!"

"I'm not even charging you rent."

"That's not the point!"

Alessia laughs as she pulls into her parking spot, car still locked so you can't escape her.

"Now," She says and you fight the eye roll," You already know some of the girls from camp so there's no need to be nervous. Everyone else is just as nice. Just remember to-"

"Smile," You say," And speak politely and...Are you going to make me repeat the whole thing? You already told me at breakfast."

Alessia swats at you and you hear the click of the doors unlocking. "And you'll remember to check your sugar levels when you need to? We don't need you being on a first name basis with the medical staff just yet."

"Yeah, yeah. I got it. Cheese will check for me."

At the sound of his name, your spaniel stands up in the backseat, his ears perked up and tail wagging.

"He's a good boy. He'll keep an eye on me."

His wide eyes seem to convince her that he'll do his job and do it well so she picks your bag up from the footwell and practically throws it at you.

Introductions go smoothly enough. There's a lot of cameras and a lot of handshaking and Alessia hovers even though you really don't need her to.

"Not letting her out of your sight?" Lotte teases at lunch as Alessia ignores her food.

You're stood in line with your plate, squished between Kim and Lia and Alessia is just staring.

"Just making sure today goes well," She says to Lotte, leaning back in her chair to make sure her eyes are on you at all times," She's eating at a slightly different time to usual. I just want to make sure there's no hiccups."

"And you don't want her to have more of an excuse to say you hover? Because, you know that's what you're doing? Doing it from a distance means you're still doing it."

"She doesn't know that."

That shocks a laugh out of Lotte and she goes back to eating.

Alessia doesn't. She waits to eat until you've joined them at the table.

"What's up with you?" You ask, mouth full of food when you notice her staring.

"Huh?"

"You're staring."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"I'm not."

You shrug. "Okay, whatever but if the wind changes, your face will be stuck in that weird position."

Alessia pokes you with her fork. "Eat your food. And check your sugar levels."

"Yeah, yeah, let me finish first."

But in the end, you never really check your sugar levels.

You get drawn away by Kyra and Vic and their antics and Alessia finds herself in a conversation with Lotte about their plans later on in the week.

You're all relaxing in the break room together. Lotte and Alessia occupy one of the sofas while you, Kyra and Vic are all hooked up on one of the game consoles.

"Cheese, man," You groan as your dog nudges you more firmly with his nose," Stop it. I'm serious! Leave!"

Cheese nudges you again but you push him away. He tries one last time but you don't even look at him, too occupied with hitting the buttons on your controller to defeat Vic's character on the screen.

He whines a little, stomping his front paws a few times before going to stand in front of Alessia.

She doesn't notice him at first, too engrossed with the story Lotte is telling. Cheese gets impatient quickly, whining loudly and slamming his nose against her leg.

Alessia still doesn't look at him but her hand moves to gently scratch at his head.

Cheese doesn't let up though, roughly pushing his nose against Alessia until she looks down.

"What's up with you, huh?"

Cheese whines and very pointedly turns and sits, staring straight at you.

Alessia frowns but only for a moment as her brain finally catches up to what she's being told.

"Y/n!" She hollers over the noise of the game," Test your blood, please."

"Yeah, yeah," You say dismissively," In a minute."

"No, now. Cheese is alerting so you need to do it now."

"But-"

"No. We're trusting your dog, remember? So let's check your sugar levels."

You groan but go shuffling over to Alessia. You prick your finger and your face glows red in embarrassment as you read the screen.

"So...do we have any juice?"

Cheese drops a Capri-sun into your lap, tail wagging happily.

"Let's take it slow, yeah?" Alessia says as she draws you closer with an arm on your shoulder," Drink your juice and once you're stable again, we'll head home."

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

༶•┈♛ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 ♛┈•༶. (releasing when I hit 1,000 followers!!)

𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓・l.f.

🔪 — You can't fall in love with him, he can't fall in love with you—that would be apocalypse.

LEE FELIX was your new bodyguard, and you hated his guts. Growing up the Mafia's princess, daughter of the most ruthless mob boss in the world, you learned at a young age—all humans are expendable. Now you're 5,956 miles from home, landing in Seoul South Korea with your infuriatingly perfect bodyguard on a very important mission—locate and eliminate the man responsible for sending your father's worst criminals to prison. Nothing makes sense. Who is making so many ruthless criminals voluntarily confess all their transgressions? The more you and Felix dig into the past, the more you seem to expose. There’s so many gaps in the story, dark secrets to be uncovered, and betrayals to lament. Nothing is as it seems when you’re chasing a ghost. Will you be able to keep it together, seeing felix every day for the next year? There's so much that could go wrong.

♟️ — paring・felix x reader // genres・mafia!au, bodyguard!au, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, slow burn, found family, mystery!au, hurt and comfort, smut…maybe // words・ // warnings・fights, knives, guns, blood, kidnapping, violence, death, drunkenness, parental manipulation and abuse,

a/n・I struggled so much trying to write this fic. I certainly couldn't have done it without the lovely @jeonginsleftcheek who was my biggest supporter from the very beginning and all the way through when I had a mental breakdown, an existential crisis, a small writing hiatus, changed the plot, then changed it back, then changed it again, and changed it again but she helped me through it all. I truly cannot thank you enough for all your help. I hope I did it justice.

“𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 ��𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲.”

—Sade Andria Zabala.

You were so close, so close you could count every freckle sprinkled over his cheekbones, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips.

This was wrong.

Then, why can’t you pull away?

Felix tilts his head against the headboard, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. His fingers twitch on your hips, “What are you doing?”

You couldn’t answer that yourself. It felt a little like falling, like you had just tripped over your shoelaces and now you’re suspended mid-air. What are you doing? You are feeling butterflies, swarms of them, fervently flapping their wings in your stomach, desperately trying to keep you upright. You are hanging onto his shoulders like they were your anchor. You are fighting warmth inside your chest, a seed planted so long ago, finally blooming.

It leaves you dizzy. So odd, so unnatural to feel such tenderness in a single touch, a single emotion. What is he doing to you?

You knew, secretly, you knew.

His hair was messy and tousled, a stray lock falling into his eyes. You brush it away.

“You’re making it so hard to hate you,”

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[jaeminify]

incognito mode ☆ mark lee.

synopsis ☆ keeping secrets was not the easiest thing to do for mark lee, especially when it meant lying to his best friend. but you seemed to be a secret worth keeping.

warning(s) ☆ daddy kink, car sex, secret relationship, dry humping/grinding.

author's note. not one of my best works but i wanted to post something so my account doesn't die LOL. quick one shot of mark <3 i have 47 drafts that im working on but only 2 are halfway/almost finished with being written. hopefully i post some of them cause i truly want to post them but life has been getting in the way and my creativity juice is just withering... anyway, hope everyone likes this one! likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

"Dude, where are you? You're late."

"F— Shit. Yo, my bad I-I—" Mark hisses, trying his best to keep his voice levelled. "I'm driving, I'll be there in twenty."

A lie. The drive down to Jeno's house would only take ten minutes max. But, Mark had different priorities and right now, Jeno's housewarming party was not one of them.

"Baby, you've got to stop doing that when I'm on the phone. Especially when I'm talking to your brother," Mark's words are mumbled against the skin of your cheek, making you giggle from how ticklish it felt.

Mark wasn't lying when he said he was driving, he just forgot to mention that he was parked in an empty carpark on the side of the road with you on his lap. You were too enticing. This little game of back and forth began way before Mark got dressed and invited you to be his plus one to the party.

Nobody would know you were his plus one, of course. To Jeno, you were just getting a ride from his best friend, and a ride you were definitely getting.

"Sorry," You giggle, obviously not sorry about it. "You just look really hot tonight, I like it when you dress up." Mark dresses the same everyday, it's casual smart always, but it's him in the outfit that makes you turned on. He just always looks really good.

"I'm wearing what I always wear," He chuckles when you start kissing his neck. He tilts his head up so you get better access. "You're clingy tonight."

You pull away and shake your head, sliding your hands up and down his chest.

"Just want you. Missed you." You say, and Mark pulls you in for heated, passionate kiss that pushes any thought you had out of your head.

Kissing Mark was your favourite pastime. It couldn't be counted as a hobby but in your world, it definitely was and it was addicting. Mark kisses like he's pouring all his feelings into one kiss, but it never gets too much. It's always just enough to have you wanting more.

"Okay— shit, Y/N, we really have to get going."

"Want you first," You say, deciding that you cannot go to this party with Mark without having him fuck you in his car. Not when you want him so much.

"Yeah?" He grins, the worried look on his face gone as if it was never there in the first place.

His hands massage your waist then slide downwards, massaging your butt in the miniskirt you wore tonight. Your hips react like they've got a mind on their own, grinding harder against his pants, whining when he thrusts against your core.

"So needy just for me..." He exhales, peppering kisses onto your cheeks, neck and collarbone. "Ain't that right, sweet girl?"

"Only you Mark," You nod your head, your eyes are glazed and it's obvious to him and you that you're far too gone and can only think of him.

"Can't let my baby suffer, can I?" He tuts, lifting his hips up to slide his pants down, helping you pull your skirt up. "Think you're ready for me baby?" He's taunting you at this point, knowing he could feel how wet you were but wanting to hear you say it.

You shake your head furiously, "Want you. Need you, now... Please..." You whine, running your hand through his hair the way he likes it.

"Don't worry darling, Daddy's gonna take care of you." He murmurs against your ear before sliding his thick cock into you, loving the way you feel.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Dating in a Dream - Azul Ashengrotto

SUMMARY: What would his dream be like, exactly the same as in the original story, but with the small detail that he is dreaming that you two are dating?

CHARACTERS: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader🐙🦐

TAGS: Fluff; a little angst; GN Reader; In a Relationship (kinda); Kiss; Flirting

WARNING: Spoilers from Book 7 and Azul’s dream (Eng Server)

WORD COUNT: 6.390 words

COMMENTS: This was written as a companion piece to the original dream story, so the parts that are the same as the game are just summarized.

I hope you enjoy🐙

Dating in a Dream: Idia / Epel / Rook / Vil / Kalim / Jamil / Floyd / Jade / (Azul) / ...

“Aether signal tracking successful.” Ortho announces. “We have arrived at the designated coordinates.”

Just like in Jade's dream, you, him, Floyd, Jamil, Ortho, Silver, Sebek, Grim and Idia's tablet appeared in the dream already underwater. You check to see if everyone is there and okay, but Jade wasn't feeling well and ended up vomiting. It seems that Jade has a propensity for the dream-crossing sickness. Meanwhile both Jade and Floyd have switched to their merforms.

“Still, I must admit some surprise.” Jade says. “I wasn't expecting Azul's dream to be set under the sea.”

“And it's our home, the Coral Sea, the least novel place possible.” Floyd adds.

“I was positive Azul's dream would be about him thriving doing business on land.”

The Leeches debate among themselves what this could mean and they think that, like them, Azul got bored on land and decided to expand the Mostro Lounge at the sea. When your group finally decides to go look for Azul, you hear cheering coming from past some rocks.

You go check and see two teams of mermen playing something that looks like spelldrive. Jade and Floyd explain that it is called coral rush, the most popular underwater sport. Jade says that judging by the faces of the players, that is a match between school teams. Apparently, between the Red Pincers and the Golden Tridents. From the description, Idia says that it is impossible for someone like Azul to be part of a team in a sport like that.

But then, the commentator describes someone from the Golden Tridents team stealing the ball from the Red Pincers team.

“Who was it that swiped the ball so fast we couldn't see it...?” You hear the commentator say through the speakers. “Ah, the Golden Tridents' guardian! AZUL ASHENGROTTO!”

You see Azul on the field towards the other goal and with the dreamer's silver bird around his head. Everyone is dumbfounded, including Jade and Floyd.

“Azul, Azul, he's our man! If he can't do it, no one can!” You hear the Merfolk Cheerleaders.

“Why are you looking at them like that, (Y/N)?" Ortho asks you. “You look repulsed.”

You change the subject by saying it was just something in the water.

You continue to watch the game, with Jade and Floyd laughing because not even they believe what they are seeing, and see Azul score the winning goal with spectacular style.

“Ah! They're going somewhere else now.” Sebek points out, after the end of the game.

“We can't afford to lose them. Let's follow!” Silver says.

But unfortunately, it's really difficult for you to move around underwater and the aerospheres are so big that you have to be careful not to collide with each other.

“Squeee! Wait up, Azul!” The Merfolk Cheerleaders swim in your direction. “Hey, out of the way, people! Those jellyfish membranes around you are blocking the way. Stop taking up so much space!” And one of them bumps into you.

“Excuse me!” Azul suddenly appears. “What a terrible way to treat spectators here to offer their support. I'm so sorry how people from my school treated- Ah! (Y/N)? Why are you... what happened to your tail?” Azul looked extremely worried. “And what is this membrane around you?!”

“My... my tail...? I...” Even if you wanted to come up with something to say, you still don't have enough information about what's going on to know what to made up.

Azul carefully places one of his tentacles around your aerosphere to try to pull you with him without bursting it.

“Um... just give us a moment.” Azul tells the others with a smile as he takes you with him behind a rock.

The others let him take you because it seemed like you might be able to get some information about that dream.

“What happened?!” He whispers to you, with a concern similar to someone having a plan go wrong. “Has the potion lost its effect? You took the last dose, didn't you?”

From what you were understanding, in Azul's dream you were a land-dweller who needed to take a potion to stay in your merform. So you decide to go with it.

“Huh... Yes! I, uh, was so excited to see you play that I might have forgotten to take the potion. And, uh... Those guys, they're the ones who gave me this, uh, bubble to breathe in.”

“For the Benevolent Sea Witch's Sake!” He keeps whispering, but almost in panic. “Those guys now know that you're a land-dweller?! Why were you so careless? Good thing I always carry a spare potion with me.” He has a brown bag around his waist from which he takes a light purple glass bottle. “Deep breath.”

You take a deep breath and he bursts your aerosphere. He uses his tentacles to take off one of your shoes and sock while complaining about why you land-dwellers wear so many layers of clothing and makes a drop of the potion touch your foot. Your legs start to glow, join together and become a shrimp tail. But the strangest thing is that you start breathing through gills in your ribs. Azul puts the bottle back in the bag, holds your hands with his and with one of his tentacles he holds your tail to give you support.

“It's okay, my dear.” Azul tells you reassuringly. “You'll get used to it again in no time. And I won't leave your side anymore. I promise.” He kisses your cheek. “You can take off your clothes now.” he suggests casually. “They will only get in the way of your swimming. And the other merfolks will find it extremely suspicious.”

If you have a female body, you will notice that the scales on your tail continue up your torso, covering your chest like a bathing suit and just like the Sea Witch. So, since there is no problem in taking off your shirt and you already feel the difficulty of moving with clothes underwater, you take off the rest of your clothes.

“You are so much more beautiful without those things covering you.” He smiles fondly at you and he holds you again. “Now... let's get back to our... visitors.” He says with a sly smile. “You can hold my arm until you feel comfortable swimming again.”

You do so and hold on to Azul's arm, which is stronger than you thought. You and Azul come out from behind the rock to approach the group again and it's no surprise that everyone looks at your new merform with immense astonishment.

“(Y/N) told me what happened.” Azul tells them. “Thank you so much for helping my partner in such a time of need.”

“Your PARTNER?!”

“Yes, I know. We are such a charming couple.” Azul confirms with a proud smile. “You must have traveled a long way to get here. Please, consider yourselves welcome. My name is Azul Ashengrotto. I'm the captain of the Golden Tridents, my school's coral rush team.”

“Mr. Ashengrotto, I was quite impressed with how you were playing back there.” Jade tells him enthusiastically, or rather, feigning enthusiasm. “Could I trouble you for an autograph?”

He makes Azul sign the back of Idia's tablet, against Idia’s will.

“By the way, do our faces ring any bells for you?” Jade asks after thanking him for the autograph.

“Your faces? Hmm... Ah! Are you the Leeches? From elementary school?”

“Yes! I'm honored you remember us.”

“Oh, the memories! We were in the same class back then, weren't we? It's been ages!” Azul looks at you. “Excuse me for a second, my dear.”

He gently makes you let go of his arm, but discreetly keeps a tentacle on your tail to support you, as he and Jade do one of those complicated secret handshakes. After that, Azul swims back a little so you can lean on his arm again.

They talk about how it's been a while since they last saw each other at graduation. The Leeches tell him that they are at Night Raven College and Azul is surprised, maybe even shocked, that they are attending a school on land.

“That's... amazing. You must be quite brave.” Azul tells them. “I could never go up on land, myself...”

“Hey, Azul!” A teammate of his calls. “Come on, Let's go! Party can't start without the star of the team!”

Azul has to say goodbye, but first he invites the group to go to his team's victory party that night, saying he would like to hear more about their life on land. The venue was La Grotta, his mother's restaurant. As soon as Azul mentions food, Grim almost jumps on him with excitement. But by the way he treats him, it seems that Azul doesn't recognize Grim, even though he knows you.

“We'll be waiting! Until then.” He finally says goodbye and takes you with him.

Seeing you leave without Azul, Grim prepares to protest but is stopped by Jamil who suggests that they let you go to get more inside information that could be useful to them.

“Ahh... Azul's got such a friendly, dreamy smile!” A Golden Tridents Fan says. “I think I'm in love. What I would give to be (Y/N). They are so lucky.”

As you swim past the fans of Azul’s team, or rather, Azul’s fans with him, you look sideways at some of these merfolks.

“What is it?” He asks you with a smug smile. “Don't tell me you're getting a little jealous of my... I mean, the Golden Tridents fans.”

You don't hide your slightly sullen lips, which makes him chuckle.

“Oh, my pearl, I thought you already knew that you don't need to worry. No one's voice will divert my gaze from you.” And what a loving gaze he was directing at you.

He took you straight to La Grotta, his mother's restaurant, and he left you in one of the VIP rooms while he went to talk to the staff and his teammates, which gave you time to think about what was going on and what you could do next.

So, to recap: he knows you, but he doesn't know Grim or Night Raven College. And Azul knows you're a land-dweller. But now the question is: How did you two meet if he's never been to Night Raven College? However, you couldn't just ask him. What excuse would you use to not remember your relationship? Amnesia? No, that wouldn't fly.

Luckily, Azul gave you one of those waist bags where you could put your cell phone and you were discussing ideas with the others via messages.

Thinking about the fact that Azul was part of the Board Game Club, just like Idia, he suggested one of those quiz games for couples. Idia could manipulate the questions if necessary, so that you would receive questions that you knew how to answer and Azul’s would be more specific to learn more about his dream. But maybe that wasn't necessary, because in a quick search Ortho discovered quizzes like “Who is the most...”, where the answers are just “Me”, “You” or “Both”. And there's no problem with the answers being different. In fact, it's even better if they're different because then you both would talk about it.

By messing with the dream code a little, Idia makes one of those teen magazines with silly quizzes appear next to you, where the quiz for you to use with Azul is.

When Azul comes back, he brings with him a bunch of your favorite dishes that can be prepared underwater, and places them on the table with a smile. It was an all-you-can-eat buffet just for the two of you, especially for you. You tell him that you found that magazine somewhere and that you would like to take a couples quiz it had. Azul chuckles and accepts for the fun.

“Who is most likely to go to land?” You read the first question, and you both agree that it would be you. Even though Azul commented that none of you would go.

“Who gives more gifts?”

You look at all those dishes that are your favorites and you agree with Azul himself that is him.

“Fine, fine, I admit it.” Azul sighs with a smile. “I may or may not spoil you a little too much.” You feel one of his tentacles caress your tail fins.

“Who is more jealous?” You continue with the questions.

“Hmm... I would say you.” Azul smirks.

“ME?!”

“Are you going to deny the way you were looking at those cheerleaders? Fu fu.”

Something tells you that in real life Azul would be at least a little jealous, but of course his dream wouldn't put him in a position to make him feel jealousy. So you end up agreeing.

“Who is most likely to forget how you met?”

“That would be you, for sure.” Azul says, with an amused smile.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, technically you were unconscious when we actually met.”

“I was?!” You couldn't contain your surprise.

“Ha ha, I understand. It was a traumatic situation despite everything.” Azul explains. “I usually avoid going too far to the surface, but it was on a night of... um... I think they're called fireworks. The merfolks also enjoy their sight. But then a storm started to form and we went back underwater. I noticed a big... boat? Ship! A big ship struggling on the surface and that's when I saw something fall into the water. I wouldn't have turned back, but I realized it was the silhouette of a land-dweller. And I... I don't know why... Curiosity? I honestly don't know, but I came to your aid. When I caught you, you were already unconscious but still alive. The storm was too dangerous to carry you above the surface, so I used magic to create a bubble of air for you to breathe. When I arrived at the beach the sea was already calmer. Only then did you open your eyes. But I didn't stay with you for long because I heard a lot of people coming looking for you, so I went back to the sea. So technically, you would be the most likely to forget that day. If you remember anything at all.” He finishes with a reassuring smile.

“So, you saved me.”

“Well, yes. And that's why you kept going to the beach looking for me for days, wasn't it? You wanted to know who saved you.”

And how did you end up underwater with him? You look back at the questions and the next one changes without Azul noticing.

“Who is most likely to give up their world to live in their loved one's.” You read. “Well, clearly me too.” You smile at him.

“But of course. You yourself told me that you hated the land. You said you would do anything to be with me.” He smiles, more smugly than lovingly.

“And do you remember when we really met?” You ask. “You know, when I met you consciously?”

“Naturally. After all, you were after me. You even asked the naval authorities of Sunshine Lands for help. And of course this reached my dad since he is a lawyer. I would almost have felt like a wanted criminal if it weren't for the thanks for saving you. And so we arranged to meet on the beach the next night.”

You hear someone knocking at the door. Azul says they can come in and one of the staff members appears saying that the time for the victory party to start was approaching. Azul tells you it was a fun game to bring back good memories, you finish eating and get ready to go to the party and receive the guests.

“We have some... special guests today.” He comments with a smug smile that gives you a bad feeling.

“DJ, surely you can play something with more energy than this!” Azul says as the outgoing host of the party. “We can't exactly dance to outdated jazz.” The DJ does what he says. “Is everyone having fun?”

“Wooo! Yeeeah!” The party-goers enthusiastically confirm.

“Whoa, are those land-dwellers?” You hear one of the mermen say near the entrance. “What're they doing at our party?”

“Hm? ...Oh! Those are my guests.” Azul says approaching the group with you holding on to his arm. “I can't believe you actually came. You all must be quite brave.” He says with that weird smile. “Welcome to La Grotta. Oh, dear... I completely forgot to tell you - this party has a dress code for land-dwellers.”

“What? Why didn't you say so?” Sebek questions.

“Required attire for undersea parties is...” Azul continues. “This!” he makes those anemones you recognize appear on Sebek's head.

“Whoa! What is this?!”

“Under the sea, that's a hair accessory regarded as highly formal. Isn't it lovely the way it sways back and forth with the current?” Azul smiles charismatically. “Wearing these will elevate even the drabbest attire. You'll be the centerpieces of the party! Here's one for each of you!

He made those anemones appear on everyone's head, except Jade and Floyd's, with the excuse that they were for land-dweller and that merfolks didn't need them.

“Now come on in, everyone.” Azul invites them. “There's no sense blocking the doorway!”

The group enters and Azul lets them move a little away from you two.

“Azul.” You whisper to him. “That dress code...”

“Of course it's a lie.” He confesses to you with that mocking smile. “Let's have some fun with those... poor unfortunate souls, shall we, my dear?” He laughs and takes you with him back to the group.

“Hm? The merfolk all seem to be starting at us.” Silver notices. “Have we committed some faux pas?”

“Didn't I tell you that you'd be the centerpieces of the party with those accessories? Their gazes are all riveted to you because you cut such dashing figures.”

This convinces Grim, whose ego continues to be inflated by the other merfolks. And they convince him to go on stage and dance. Grim accepts, but drags Sebek and Ortho with him. You had a bad feeling as big as Idia, Jamil, Jade and Floyd. A hunch that turned out to be true when Grim, Ortho and Sebek fell off the stage and the three of them's aerospheres came together, making them look like idiots. All the merfolks started laughing, including Azul.

“What sad, pathetic creatures land-dwellers are.” Azul mocks. “It's hard to believe ANY merfolk would actually go up there. There's no place like under the sea!”

They admit that Azul only invited them to use them as entertainment and reveal that those anemones on their heads were just part of their humiliation.

“Azul, I can't believe you can lie with such a straight face." A merman says. "You're the man!”

“Ahahaha! Aren't they the perfect accessory for such silly-looking land-dwellers? Ahh, good times! What a delightful diversion this has been. But the rest of the party is for us merfolk. The goofy opening act can exit the stage now. Off you go! Goodbye!”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” You shout, abruptly letting go of Azul's arm. Everyone looks at you in shock, especially Azul. “You're not like this! Well, yes, you take advantage of other people's naivety, that's true, but not like this. And what's your problem with land-dwellers? You're dating me, aren't you? And I AM A LAND-DWELLER!”

The other merfolks are shocked, apparently this was a secret.

“What? Azul Ashengrotto dating a land-dweller?”

“Wha- NO! They...” Azul looks at the other merfolks. “They WERE land-dweller, but they hated it, they wanted to be merfolks and I granted them that wish.”

“What? I don't hate being a land-dweller!” You defend yourself. “Why are you being a bully? Why do you want to be like the people who made fun of you when you were little?!”

“What? What are you talking about? I never... Argh!” He has a vision of one of the times he was made fun of as a child. “What? No! This never happened!”

“I like you, Azul.” You confess. “But not you, the real Azul!”

“Yeah, this Azul is reeealy boooring” Floyd complains. “Hey, Koebi-chan~ , leave that guy and come back to us.”

“K-koebi-chan?” Azul looks at Floyd strangely.

You start swimming towards Floyd and the others, but that's when you feel something wrap around your tail, preventing you from keep swimming.

“NO! YOU WON'T LEAVE ME! YOU'RE MINE!” Azul pulls you back to him and holds your arms to your torso with two other tentacles around you.

Of course this makes the group attack Azul and whoever gets in the way to save you. Azul tries to swim away and let the mermen fight for him, but the Leeches stop him from escaping.

“Swimming away instead of fighting your own battles?” Jade says. “How pathetic.”

“Pathetic?! ...Hrk!” Azul has a vision of Jade and Floyd looking at him, disappointed, wearing their dorm uniforms.

“Yeah, you're so pitiful that to make Koebi-chan stay with you, you have to force them.” Floyd attacks him. “Let go of them!” He scratches Azul's tentacles making him release you, and Floyd pulls you to take you with him and Jade.

“Let's move on to the next dream, everyone.” Jade says.

This makes Azul have another memory: ‘Ooohhh, is that a fact? I'm just a silly little octo-twerp who can't do anything on his own.’

“Hrgh! What is this?!” Azul’s dream world begins to distort. “Is that... me, in clothes? What is this memory?! Urgh... Head... hurts...!”

The other mermen approached him to make sure he was okay and to do their job of convincing him to stay in that dream, telling him not to believe in land-dweller, that nothing good can come from associating with them. All merfolk transform into that goopy darkness around Azul and you all, but a new figure forms in the midst of the darkness, and when this figure reveals itself, it is a copy of you in your merform.

“Don't let them fool you Azul.” Your copy tells him. “You saved me from that messed up place. And I fell in love with you so much that I would give anything to be part of your world. This wonderful world. Under the sea. With you. Loving you just the way you are.”

“Yes... Nothing beats life... under the sea...”

“Right. Even if you went onto land, you'd be working nonstop from sun-up to sundown.” A merman says.

“Stay here, and you can spend your days dancing and singing!” Another merman corroborates. “Every day's a blast!”

“Life under the sea is as good as it gets... Isn't that right, Azul?”

“Yes... I would never... go onto land...” Azul lets himself be swallowed by darkness.

“Jade, Floyd, let's follow him!” Ortho says.

But... they explain that personal responsibility is the rule in Octavinelle. Immersing himself in pleasant dreams was Azul’s decision. If someone doesn't want step up, leave them, That's their rule.

“You two are going to jump on that thing with us and help save Azul or I'll put you back to sleep myself!” You threaten them, a more emotional than logical reaction derived from your feelings for Azul.

Everyone looks at you in surprise that you even have the courage to threaten those two. But Jade and Floyd smile at you with amusement. They find your reaction interesting and that's why they thought it would be fun to help you while you had such strong motivation.

You appear in Octavinelle's hallway You, Jade and Floyd change your human forms again and you all peek through the door into the interior of Mostro Lounge to see Azul and the Jade and Floyd NPCs talking. You see Azul burning that school photo he wanted you to steal from the Atlantica Memorial Museum.

“Now my wretched past is all squared away.” You hear Azul saying. “And I get Ramshackle dorm from that sucker (Y/N) in the bargain.”

It seems that, from all indications, he was no longer dreaming that he was dating you. You find out he was dreaming of a scenario where Leona didn't turn all of his contracts to sand. This dream likely takes place shortly after midterms. The real-world Azul lost most of the powers he'd taken from others after those midterms, but in this dream, he never lost his contracts, and he's even managed to acquire the powers of multiple housewardens. Just from what you overheard, he's taken the signature spells of Riddle and Leona, at least.

You conclude that you need to find the contracts and destroy them yourselves. You go to the VIP Room but when you open the safe, it's empty. It was most likely that Azul had hidden the contracts somewhere else. But the only people, besides Azul, who could know where the safe was were Jade and Floyd, or rather, their NPCs. The plan now was to draw Jade and Floyd's NPCs away from Azul, distract or even destroy Floyd's NPC and use Jade's signature spell on his own NPC to tell him where the safe was.

While Floyd, Jamil and Ortho took care of Floyd's NPC, you and the rest took care of Jade's NPC. After you go to the Alchemy Workshop, have Idia unlock the door to the storage room, and Jade breaking practically every glass case in sight to take a few super rare magic mushrooms, he puts all the mushrooms in a large container and tells you and Grim to go to Mostro Lounge and make an offer for them. The others don't believe that Azul will fall for that, but the plan is not for Azul, but for Jade’s NPC. Before you go, Jade makes anemones appear on your head and Grim's so that Azul doesn't get suspicious since, according to the logic of the dream, you both should be under his control at that moment.

As Jade predicted, Azul had no interest in the mushrooms, but Jade's NPC had every interest. Jade’s NPC asks Azul to go with you to investigate the place where you and Grim allegedly found the mushrooms and he lets him go, but before Jade's NPC leaves with you and Grim:

“(Y/N).” Azul calls you. “Could you stay and let Grim show Jade the way? There are some matters I would like to discuss with you.”

You decide to accept, because being close to Azul can help with the mission. He asks you to go with him to the VIP Room and tells you to sit on one of the sofas and make yourself comfortable. You do so and he sits next to you instead of sitting in his armchair behind the desk.

“I'm so sorry you lost your dorm.” He says with false pity. “But a deal is a deal.” He crosses one leg. “I heard you moved to Savanaclaw. Is it true?” You confirm. “I'm surprised that the students in that dorm would be so... agreeable as to find you a room. What is it like? I hope it's not too uncomfortable.”

You tell him that you are staying in the Houseworden room with Leona, and this makes Azul's expression change. Maybe as you already expected it to happen knowing now that he probably has a crush on you.

“You are sharing a room with Leona?!” He says in a slightly squeaky voice before clearing his throat and regaining his posture. “But the housewardens' rooms are solo rooms. Let me guess, he's making you sleep on the floor?”

In reality, that's more or less what happened. But... what if... you changed the story a little and saw what happened? You tell Azul that at first, yes, you slept on the floor, but that over time you got closer to Leona and one night, seeing that you had started to suffer from back pain, he started to let you sleep with him in his huge bed. Azul's face doesn't change much, but if you pay attention to his hands they were starting to form fists.

“Well, that's good. But... It must be hard to live in that dorm. After all, you're living in the most... wild dorm in Night Raven College. If you could be transferred to another dorm, is there one you would like to move to?

You know the answer he wants to hear, but you say another dorm on purpose to mess with him. You respond with Heartslabyul, because your closest friends, Ace and Deuce are there. And you also know Riddle, Trey and Cater well.

“It makes sense.” Azul admits a little displeased. “But unfortunately, I heard that they have no free rooms, not even free beds.”

“Well, that's what they told me too.” You tell him. “Ace and Deuce said that both they and Riddle would be happy to take me in, but there was that problem. Ace even suggested that I share a bed with him or Deuce.”

“Really?” Azul whispers to himself, with that look of someone who wants to have a little chat with him later.

“That's why I ended up going to Savanaclaw. I wasn't... I'm not close to anyone from other dorms.”

“And what would you say if you could stay in Octavinelle?”

You didn't know if it was the mood of the room, the decor, the soft jazz in the background, but something was making you want to mess with him through those deals of his.

“And why would that be a better deal than staying with Leona? Since I'm now even sleeping in a Houseworden's bed.”

“Is that what you want?” He says seductively and getting a little closer to you. “To sleep in the Housewarden's bed? What if I told you that I would allow you to do the same here?” He smiles with satisfaction when he sees you looking a little flustered.

“Besides that...” He straightens up on the couch. “I can only imagine how much you suffer from those brutes whose strength is valued more than intellect. Here, you would be treated with much more respect, for sure. Especially...” With his index finger on your chin he makes you look at him. “If you were the Housewarden’s partner. That connection alone would give you all the respect in the school. And who knows...” He reaches out his arm to poke the anemone on your head. “Maybe I'll free you from this.” His hand returns to your face, this time grabbing you by the cheeks. “It really doesn't look good on such a pretty face.”

“What if I don't accept the deal?” You ask, taking your face out of his hand.

Azul's smile faded slightly, clearly dissatisfied.

“In that case... I will have to force you to leave Savanaclaw.” He grabs the anemone on your head and pulls it, bringing your face closer to his. “And bring you here myself.” He whispers. “Willingly or not... you are already mine.”

Someone knocks on the door before you can say anything else. Azul lets go of your anemone, asks you to excuse him, gets up and goes to open the door to find an Octavinelle student asking him to go with him because something came up that needed his evaluation.

“I'll be right there, give me just a second.” Azul closes the door and walks towards you again. “I'll leave you to ponder.” He tells you with his charismatic smile. “You can join Octavinelle of your own free will. Or you can continue to be one of my... forced collaborators. Either way...” He tilts your head with his fingers on your chin. “I'll get what I want..." He leans in to bring his face closer to yours. "And and I want you.” He straightens up, lets go of your chin and turns to leave the room.

You stayed in the VIP Room and shortly after you heard Jade and Floyd arrive at Mostro Lounge and start talking with Azul.

“Jade, that large attaché case you're carrying...” You hear Azul say worriedly. “Is that the one with my contracts?”

They talk about some miscreant wanting to steal Azul's contracts and that's why they went to get the case from under his bed.

“Anyway, hand over the case.” Azul tells them. “I need to hide it elsewhere for now.”

You take the opportunity to discreetly open the VIP Room door and take a peek at what was going on.

“Didn't you hear me? Hand it over, quickly.”

“Azul. Have you truly forgotten?” Jade asks. “In reality, you lost those contracts months ago.”

“In... reality? I lost them? What are you saying? I haven't lost anything. I've gained everything! You've seen it for yourselves, haven't you?”

Jade and Floyd remain silent.

“What's with those looks? You know there's no one left at school who opposes me. Even the headmage does as I say! They all bow before me! And you know what happens to any who dare go against my will.”

“Oh, Azul... You really must stop disappointing us like this.”

“Disappointing you? If anyone here is disappointed, it's me!”

Things escalate and Azul attacks the twins for their insubordination, but Floyd uses his signature spell to bounce Azul's attack. Azul calls all students with anemones in their heads that he controls to fight them. They surround Jade and Floyd. Among them you see Ace, Deuce, Riddle, Leona, Kalim and even Idia. It is at this time that Silver, Sebek, Jamil, Ortho and Grim enter to fight alongside the twins. And you also join them.

“Here, Koebi-chan. You hold the case.” Floyd throws you the attaché case with the contracts.

They fight until the right opportunity arises, which is when Azul uses Leona's signature spell, Kings Roar, to attack Floyd. He uses his signature spell to bounce the attack towards you. You quickly position the attaché case and the attack hits it, destroying it and all the contracts inside.

“No, no, no! My poor little contracts... With my own spell...! They're all... sand... HRK!” The world begins to distort as Azul remembers. “What's happening?! My head feels... like it's about to split open... Urgh! That's right... Back on that day, I... Ah... Aaah... AAAAAAGH!”

Azul remembers and the dream breaks.

“How could I have forgotten something so vital?” He laughs. “I swore I'd never commit a blunder that bad again, and yet... Here I am, reliving the experience of losing all my contracts. What a nightmare!”

Azul, Jade and Floyd don't get to exchange many words before the dream world starts shaking like an earthquake because, now that the contracts have been destroyed, that dream can no longer reach a happy ending. While everyone tried to escape, the darkness caught Azul by the leg. Jade and Floyd held him and tried to stop him from sinking back into the darkness, but the others explained that everyone needed to get out of there quickly and that Azul, as was his dream, could still save himself. The twins let go of him, with Azul's own consent and agreement, and you all left that dream while Azul was taken away by the darkness.

When you were able to return to the dream, you found Azul in his human form and wearing his Octavinelle Housewarden uniform, despite being in his mother's restaurant under the sea.

After the explanations and Ortho showing Azul the explanatory video of what was happening, Azul immediately worries about Mostro Lounge, the possibly spoiled food, and the public's image of seeing them close without warning. But after that, there was another concern.

“Wait. From what I understand, you arrived during the Coral rush game. Which means...” Azul looks at you, but then immediately looks away, embarrassed and blushing.

Jade and Floyd laugh, but Jade still asks if you two wouldn't like to have a private conversation. You accept, even to Azul’s surprise, who ends up accepting after you. Jade and Floyd take charge of taking everyone away from you, probably as a way for you and Azul to later be indebted to them. But since you're at Azul's mother's restaurant, he knows where the VIP rooms are, and he takes you there.

“I...” He was so embarrassed that it seemed like he wanted to hide in a hole. “I-I-I I am SO sorry!” He can't even look you in the eyes. “I swear I would never do that to you! I don't know why I... I didn't know what I was doing. I-”

You get closer to him to calm him down and tell him that you understand. You have seen many other dreams and have noticed that what happens does not always correspond to what the dreamer would do in reality.

 “What can I do to make you forgive me? And forget what happened?” He asks you, struggling to look at your face.

“So it's true that you like me?” You ask back.

“Wha- hm... I thought it would be obvious by now.” He sighs. “I... think so.” He looks away, unable to develop a better response than that.

When you admit that you like him too, he looks at you dumbfounded. The more you tell him about how much and why you like him, the more his eyes will shine. If you tell him that, from a different perspective, you even enjoyed the way he liked having you ‘all to himself’, he will blush even more.

After internalizing everything you've told him, he needs a moment to compose himself. But once he does, he looks at you with a smile and perhaps a little too much confidence.

“So... will you forgive me for my lack of manners towards you?”

You say yes, because you know he wasn't like that anymore.

“I'm glad to have your forgiveness and understanding. But...” He gets closer to you, slowly. “I'm still in debt to you. I treated you like you were my possession and that is simply unacceptable. So, tell me...” He caresses your cheek, brings his face close to yours and whispers to you. “What can I do to pay off my debt?”

“Despite everything...” You look at his lips. “You never kissed me.”

“Should we start there, then?”

You start by kissing slowly. You feel his hands sliding to your back and waist and pulling you closer to him. Gradually the kiss become more needy, and you can feel his tendency to be a little possessive. But this time, with your consent.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[suiana]

sorry guys i think I can't write fics anymore😢💔 there's no more creative juice in me😭🙏

lol just kidding😂😂😂 imagine being a nerd that doesn't know they're a nerd. well you don't have to imagine because you are one! haha!

and you're not those nerds that are like, smart in studies okay. well, you might be but for the sake of the plot you aren't. you're a nerd interested in other things. games, fictional characters, you get the gist.

anyway you fail a class. oopsies! your lecturer is really disappointed, flabbergasted even. how could you fail his class?

it's... a beginners class...

concerned, he requests his best student to tutor you. god, what would he do if you failed the final? his pay would be TOAST. thankfully for him, his star pupil seems more than eager to help. way too eager. a little weird but he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

enter yandere! golden boy.

star pupil, handsome face, sexy 6 pack, rich, passes all exams without studying, never suffered a day in his life, fucking perfect. literally. he was a genetically engineered baby. haha test tube baby 😂

his only flaw? he's so fucking obsessed with you that it's pathetic.

now, no one knows of it obviously. he's not dumb enough to show it to everyone. who do you think he is? he needs to keep up the reputation of being perfect you know? it really comes in handy when he needs people to... turn a blind eye to some of the things he does.

anyway, it sounds pretty normal right? the premise is simple, there's a cliche. loser and popular guy, we all know how this goes. popular guy actually loves loser for who they are and he noticed loser because of a common interest, he starts tutoring them, loser develops feelings because omg hot guy treating them like a decent person, loser falls for popular guy, they get together yada yada. and I'm going to be honest, I don't have any plot twist for this one. I'm being serious when i say my creative juices are running out.

except that doesn't happen and you don't fall for him 😂🙏 haha you thought 😜👍

why would you fall for your tutor? you've only met him once or twice before the first session. and even then, your mind is 101% on whatever weird thing you're fixating on at the moment. there's no space in your head to develop a crush on real people. especially one so out of your league?

you're a realistic person, you're not going to waste time on someone you so obviously know is going to reject you.

you know that.

you're not extraordinary. you're not hot. you're not rich. you're not good at anything, nothing at all. you're just... you. plain old you. average you.

simply you.

so what if he gives you smiles? so what if he's nice? he's not perfect for nothing. in the end, he probably would never look at you if not for the fact that he had been tasked with tutoring with you.

you know that.

because you're so painfully you. so boringly you that the most interesting thing about you is what you're interested in at the moment.

the social hierarchies are there for a reason. you're aware of them.

the rich date the rich, the beautiful stay beautiful, those in power get more powerful. and the boring...

well, they stick together.

at the bottom.

where they're destined to be. where you're destined to remain. and you're okay with it. you've come to terms with it long ago. this is reality after all. there is no marrying a rich man. the rich only marry the rich. no man will fall head over heels for some fucking loser that doesn't even bother to dress up. that's just how life is.

and unfortunately, the popular guy is not aware of such hierarchies. you know he's interested in you, somewhat. not love, definitely not. just some... sick twisted fantasy of his. oh look guys i bagged the loser and made them think i actually like them haha! gonna go break their heart now!

that's what you think at least.

popular guy here knows what he wants though. he can see it ever so clearly how much you want nothing to do with him. and he's going to have so much fun showing you the lengths he'll go to devote himself to you.

you think he's too high up for you? don't worry, he'll just fall from grace. all for you. just for you. heaven is too stuffy, maybe it'll be good to have his feet bleed a little.

you don't understand, he'll go through anything to understand the fraction of the life you're experiencing. life is hard, he knows. but does he? or is he just saying that?

does it really matter though?

you think you'd rather him just bully you at this point. the way he throws everything away like it's nothing is honestly scary. and even then, you still feel a power dynamic, a hierarchy.

he still holds all the power.

rich people never truly become poor. powerful people never truly lose all their power. the top always remain at the top. always.

just give in already. resisting him is futile. you know that, he knows that, everyone knows. so why do you continue to deny him the ultimate gift that is you?

but maybe... that's why he likes you. you're different. so similar but so different. and the chase is addictive.

like a drug he can't get enough of, you're the high he keeps seeking in his monotonous life. don't you love that? don't you want it? and it's all at the expense of him too, he's constantly degrading himself all for your attention that he barely gets. you like it, don't you?

he knows you do. which is precisely why he'll keep giving it to you.

he's the golden boy after all, and he'll continue to bleed gold for the loser that shines brightest under his care. safe where he can watch over you.

forever.

[randomperson339]

Thomas looked back at the spymaster from across the bubbling pot- the tea kettle starting to whistle as it boiled. "The honest truth...?"

"Yes. That." The spymaster said, almost lunging forward from his chair as if he could grab it.

"■■■■" Thomas said, grabbing the kettle and starting to pour a cup. For a moment the sound of pouring water was the only thing in the small room. He glanced over at the spymaster, and didn't see any hint of understanding. "From one perspective at least. From this perspective... we're all fucked. In a hundred and one ways we're fucked, being fucked over and will further be fucked over."

The spymaster scoffed. "I know that. But I meant like..."

He sunk down, holding his head like it might fall off his shoulders. Thomas simply finished pouring and put a few tea leaves in both cups.

"...I don't know what I even mean by the truth anymore." The spymaster admitted.

Thomas handed him a cup- the spymaster took it. "Well, in order to find the truth you're going to need to ask a question. You can't just ask what is true- so many things are true, all at once. ■■■■ Cadia Stands with the Guard. The adiministratum is good, the adiministratum is bad. The Emperor lives, the emperor is dead- everything there is the truth, yes. But it's not what you're looking for I bet."

The spymaster took a sip of the tea- still far too hot, but not hot enough to melt his silver tongue. "What is the right question to ask, then?"

Thomas laughed- a low chuckle at an in-joke only he had. "That is perhaps the most difficult question to answer of them all- and it's not something any one of us can answer I think."

The spymaster looked down, then narrowed his eyes. "Then what about you- what is the question you asked?"

"Can you be caring, universe" Thomas answered immediately- taking a small sip. "Can you make sure all the little boys and girls are tucked in at night? Can you let people live when they would've died? Can you stop an innocent's throat from being cut, just once?"

The spymaster shot a look back at Thomas- "that seems... like an oddly specific question to ask the universe. If I didn't know you, I'd think you were pulling my leg or trying to induct me into a cult"

Thomas took another sip, before lowering his gaze. "Do you want the answer or not?"

"well firstly- how did the universe answer back?" The spymaster asked. "It doesn't have a mouth- or eyes, or ears for that matter- how did it even hear you?"

"Well, I simply dropped through the well of eternity. Came face to face with what was- is- the universe, and what laid beyond it." Thomas answered simply. "Once you get outside of it, it does have ears, and eyes- and a mouth. In fact, I'd say a few too many of each."

"...okay, sure. And what was it's answer? How did it tell you to stop me from doing my job?" The spymaster huffed.

"It is a judge- merely an arbiter of ideals. For every effect, there is a cause and for every bounce of oxygen there is an equivalent of water that must by consumed to make it. It does not care for the law is blind- impartial, no matter how powerful or how sympathetic, the law is careless."

"ah- so then you're a spymaster like me. Slitting throats and taking lives, because that's what the universe- the judge of everything- has decided."

"No. The universe does care." Thomas answered back, taking another sip.

"Oh- I doubt it. With how much blood I've shed- with how many throats I've slit and how many people I've consigned to nonexistence, I doubt the universe cares."

"And it doesn't care because you don't care." Thomas answered. "We are the mechanic through which the universe cares- not the immaterium, not the gods- no. We are the ones who cares, and with the universe. Merely by stepping into existence we give it meaning- and when we don't care? Nothing will."

The spymaster opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again to speak, before settling on closing it on the lip of the cup. When he released it, he finally let out words- "t-thank you. I'm... going to go, now. Contemplate a few things."

"Of course- changing carrers is a lot." Thomas agreed, and the spymaster rose no descent as he got up and walked out of the room

"My parents taught me that truth can be bought. That everyone is a liar and only money is honest. I learnt how to lie before I learnt how to speak. 'Our word against theirs' was our family motto. But... I don't want to be like that anymore. I want to tell the simple, honest truth, just once."

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Late Night Bake Sesh

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x GN!Reader

Summary: Insomnia has been plaguing you lately and, as a result, you end up doing some late night baking. Turns out, you’re not the only one suffering with insomnia lately.

Marvel Masterlist

You didn't know why sleep evaded you. For the past few days, you just couldn't fall asleep. So much was on your mind, it seemed, because it wouldn't shut off. You'd lay in bed for hours, tossing and turning. You tried listening to white noise, put on ASMR videos, sprayed lavender and eucalyptus on your pillows, and nothing!

After the third day of having trouble falling asleep, you decided you'd just make yourself tired.

So baking is what you resorted to.

You had saved several different baking recipes on TikTok and Instagram, always telling yourself that you'll get to them some day.

Well that day is today.

You're currently making zucchini bread. You thank the personal chef that Val has hired for you guys for always keeping the fridge stocked with everything and anything you could need.

You have all the ingredients laid out on the counter. You're in the process of grating the zucchini when you see movement in your peripherals. You look up to see Bob standing there.

"Oh, uh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."

You softly smile at him, "You're fine, Bob," you gesture for him to come closer and he does.

"Can't sleep either?" he asks as he sits on the stool on the other side of the island counter from you.

You shake your head, "Nope. The insomnia demon has made me her bitch. I've tried everything but," you gesture to your head, "can't turn it off, it seems."

Bob hums, "Yeah. I get what you mean," he looks down and stares at the counter top, "I've always had issues falling asleep. It's been getting a little better now that I'm seeing that sleep therapist, but, you know, I had bad nights sometimes."

"I'm guessing tonight is one of those nights."

He gives an exhausted sigh, "Unfortunately."

"You wanna help me?"

"Oh, uh, I'm not much of a baker or anything."

You shrug, "It's fine. I'm not either, but I'm following a recipe I found on TikTok and it's pretty easy." You set the zucchini and grater you had and grab another set, plus a bowl, "Here," you slide them to Bob across the counter, "Grate all of that into the bowl, just be careful not to cut yourself."

"Easy enough," he mumbles and gets to it. You watch as his brows scrunch up, he picks up the zucchini and then looks at the grater. It's clear he's not sure what to do.

You chuckle, "Watch me," you pick up your own zucchini and grater, "You hold the zucchini right up against the grate, and run it up and down the grate. Put enough pressure to really press it up against it." You watch him do it and you smile, "Exactly! Now just do that until it gets down to the nub."

You two work in silence, grating the zucchinis. You're the first to finish so you get to working on the dry ingredients. You combine the flour, sugar, cinnamon, salt, baking powder, and baking soda in a bowl.

"Think that's as much as I could get now," he shows you the bowl and the nub of the zucchini.

"Yup! Here," you slide over three eggs, "crack these into the bowl," you also slide the bowl of the dry ingredients. While Bob does that, you measure out the oil and then also dump it in the bowl. Then you pour in some vanilla extract as well.

You hand Bob a whisk, "Mix it all together, please, while I grease the bread pan."

Bob silently takes the whisk and begins mixing everything together. You watch him in your peripherals. Due to his aggressive mixing, wavy strand falls into his face. He tries blowing it out of the way, but it continues to fall back into his face.

You snort, "Hold on," you go to a draw where you and the rest of the Thunderbolts team likes to toss junk inside, "Ha!" you exclaim, pulling out a bobby pin. You round the counter to Bob, getting up close and pinning the stubborn strand into place, "There," you smile brightly at him.

He clears his throat, cheeks reddening, "Oh, uh, thanks."

"You're welcome," you respond, going back to the pan and continuing to grease it.

Bob speaks up as he slows his mixing, "So you like to bake?"

"I suppose," you give a little shrug, "I've always been fascinated by it. My grandma loved to bake. I loved watching her bake all these muffins, cakes, pastries. I especially love eating them. I wish I took notes of her recipes. She passed when I was twelve, then it was just me and my grandpa."

"I'm sorry," Bob says, looking genuinely empathetic.

"I miss her, but I'm glad she passed when she did or else seeing all the shit I did definitely would have did her in."

"I never knew my grandparents. Any of them. It was just me and my parents and...that wasn't a great childhood." He slides the fully mixed batter to you.

"I'm sorry." You learned some of Bob's history from the other's but he's never explicitly told you anything until now.

He gives a nonchalant shrug, "It's okay. It's in the past and, yeah, it messed me up for a long time, but...I'm doing better."

You nod, "Good." You proceed to pour the batter into the pan and then place the pan into the oven, "So this will bake for an hour and then cool off for like thirty minutes."

"What should we do in the meantime?"

You snort, "Didn't think that far to be honest. We can chat more if you'd like. Or play cards, or just put a movie on."

"I'd like to talk more, if that's okay? I-I like talking to you."

You stare at Bob with a smile, "I like talking to you too, Bob."

After that night, this becomes a whole thing. Whenever you can't sleep, you'd bake and more often than not, Bob would find himself in the kitchen with you.

The team were starting to get used to waking up and finding random baked goods laid out on the counter for them, you and Bob cuddled up asleep on the couch. Everyone began to wonder if something was brewing between you two.

___________________

Bob is mixing the cake batter and he looks adorable. You laugh, taking a picture of him. You got him some cute hair clips for him to wear when you two bake. His hair is pinned down by cute bunny clips and they're ridiculously adorable on him.

You show him the picture and he chuckles, "God, I look stupid."

"You don't look stupid! You look cute!" you kiss his cheek and then realize what you did, "Fuck. Sorry. I don't-I shouldn't have done that."

You create a distance between you two. It was Bob's birthday tomorrow and you thought it'd be fun if you and he baked his birthday cake.

It was all good fun until you decided to kiss his cheek. Jeez, you really need to get a hold of yourself.

It'd been months since you and he started doing the late night baking sessions. Each session you two grew closer and closer. You eventually started having feelings for Bob, and how could you not? He was truly a sweet, kind, and funny guy once you get to know him and he opens up to you. You felt like it was inevitable. But you two are friends, colleagues. You can't mess something like that up with your feelings.

Bob clears his throat, "It's fine, but, uh, thanks. For the clips. Pretty cool birthday gift."

You scoff, "Oh no. That wasn't your birthday gift."

You run to the couch and grab the tote bag you carried from your room. You pull out a wrapped box, "This is."

"Can I open it?"

"Duh. Go for it, birthday boy."

"My birthday isn't until-"

"Oh my god, open it!" you command with a laugh.

Bob smirks and he tears the wrapping paper off. His eyes widen when his sees what you've give him.

He fully unwraps the box, staring at it in awe. It's the exact Transformer toy he wanted when he was a kid.

"How-"

"When you mentioned it, I searched it up online. Brand new, never opened."

He looks up at you, eyes tearing up, "Thank you. This," he pauses to sniffle, "this is the best gift anyone's ever gotten me."

"You deserve the best, Robby."

He goes over and hugs you, his arm tight around your body, "You don't know how much this means to me," he mumbles in your ear and you hug him back.

When he pulls away, he wipes at his eyes, "God, haven't cried on my birthday in a long time."

"But it's a good cry this time."

He chuckles, "Yeah. Definitely a good one," he breathes out a deep exhale, "Okay. Get it together, Robert."

You snort, "It's fine. I can take over."

You take up the spot he occupied previously, mixing the batter a little more so that it's more smooth. You then pour the batter into two cake pans, then placing them in the oven.

"Do you wanna finish the movie from the other night or start something else?"

"We can finish the movie," he says, taking your hand and guiding you to the couch where you both settle down. Pulling a blanket over you two.

You watch the movie in silence, but you feel the tension in the air. You try not to let it get to you. It's going to be Bob's birthday soon.

You survive the next forty-five minutes it takes for the cakes to bake. As soon as the oven beeps, you jump off the couch immediately, pulling the cakes out.

You and Bob each take a pan and flip it upside down over the cooling rack. You then put it in the freezer to quicken the process.

As you move to go wash the pans, Bob stops you, "Hey, Y/N?"

You look at him, "Yeah?"

He immediately takes your face in his hands and he presses his lips to yours. You're frozen in shock for a second before wrapping your arms around Bob.

You happily kiss him back, smiling into his lips. You feel him smiling back.

You pull away, a smile still on your face and a haze in your eyes, "Okay, that happened."

Bob chuckles and clears his throat, "Yeah," his voice is a little raspy and it's very attractive to you, "Yeah, that happened. I just-I just really, really like you. You've done a lot for me these past few months. You've been such a great friend and you're so kind and cute. I don't want to pretend that I see you as just a friend anymore."

"I don't either."

"And that gift. That was the icing on the cake about how I feel about you."

You chuckle, "Good pun."

"Thanks. Came up with it myself," he murmurs back, his hands go to your hips, "I guess I got my birthday wish a little earlier than expected."

"Lucky you," you mumble, pecking his lips, "Happy birthday, Robby. I'm kinda glad we both had insomnia that night."

"Yeah. Me too."

[seasidefallenangel]

being fixated to you — that is the problem

they're so in love with you, but you just don't seem to get it ft. riddle rosehearts, jamil viper

notes: fluff, reader can't read between the lines, was playing amnesia and shin's whole "wanting to be seen as more than a little brother" thing... mhhhm

༄ riddle rosehearts:

napkins perfectly folded, pink flamingos elegantly roaming the lawn, hours spent practicing a tart recipe that you were sure to praise riddle for -

… instead replaced with you cooing at him like he’s some child.

“you’re so cute, rids!” you grin while pinching his cheek. if you were less close with him, you’d assume the cherry red of his face was from anger and not pure embarrassment. 

quite frankly, he’s at a loss. it couldn’t be more obvious that he loves you to the point of it hurting his chest. every attempt and compliment he gives you, earnest confessions of attraction, are simply met with laughs and something along the lines of him being, “like a cute, younger brother.”

it was mortifying.

setting his teacup on its plate, he grips the handle just a bit too tightly as his head hangs down. you’re about to ask if he’s okay when he mutters, “... is that really all you see me as?”

his hands slam on the arms of your chair and he leans in, eyes intense and expression deadly serious. it’s not as if riddle is a generally goofy person, but the sudden shift from your casual meet-up is a bit jarring.

“why do you refuse to take me seriously? am i not enough of a man for you?” he asks with desperation in his voice.

you’re taken aback at how earnestly he says it. there’s no hesitation nor even a hint of dishonesty in his words. such a blunt confession style isn’t really within his personality, but sevens is he tired of giving hints and pseudo-admissions of his unwavering devotion to you. 

“would you consider, even just once, that i truly have an interest in you?” he says, leaning in so close you would think he’s about to kiss you. he’d never do such a thing without explicit consent from you, but the thought of it is exhilarating. 

testing the waters, you offer him a teasing grin in response, boldly stating, “will you kiss me if i do?”

he freezes at your words, the severity of the situation sinking in - realizing just how much he’s invading your personal space. his typical red face is now a much softer shade of pink ; cuter, even. 

as the full weight of his actions invades every section of his brain, he opts to just mumble, “... maybe later,” before sitting back down and stewing in his own humiliation.

༄ jamil viper:

“you’re making a mess,” jamil chides you lightly, tenderly swiping a napkin across your cheek to clean the remnants of the dolma he made you for dinner. it was rare for scarabia’s dining hall to be deserted so early in the night, but you were grateful for a more peaceful setting than usual. (he told the entire dorm he’ll stick laxatives in every meal for the next month if a single one of them bothered you both tonight. none of them wanted to find out if he meant it.)

jamil’s eyes are trained on you while you lift the fork for another bite and a sigh follows him as more of the glaze drips down your mouth. he presses the napkin to you once more and quietly admonishes, “where would you be without me?”

you swallow and playfully poke his nose while responding, “lost, probably. you’re like a reliable baby brother, y’know?”

the smile on his face drops in an instant and he clenches his teeth, shutting his eyes for a few moments. the reaction is so unexpected that you’re unsure of how to even follow up until he speaks. “you’re an absolute fool.”

he slowly stands, placing his hands on the table with you in between them. his legs slot against your own and you can feel the wood from the table’s edge pressing into your back, but the pain doesn’t register as he gets closer to you.

“between you and kalim,” he says while holding your jaw between his thumb and pointer finger, “i must have a penchant for attracting idiots to my side. do you honestly think all of this was done simply in good faith and nothing else?”

to his credit, he has a point. jamil isn’t exactly a selfless person (not by choice, anyway) but he’s not easy to read either. if there was some kind of hidden intent, you sure as hell weren’t gonna find it.

“humor me for a moment,” comes his low voice while his forehead rests against yours. “if that’s all i’ll ever be to you, if you’ll never give me the grace of being viewed as a true suitor for your hand, then tell me now so i can stop wasting my time on inevitable failure.”

a proper answer evades you completely. jamil has never struck you as someone with romantic interest in anything, nevermind you specifically  — but that doesn’t mean you’re against being in a relationship with him.

“what if i do see you in that way, then?” you ask with a growing grin, curious to see how far this adrenaline rush will take him. 

when his lips eagerly descend onto yours, his thumb moving to press against the junction of your throat, you find out how tough it is to swallow your own words.

[luvstarlizzy]

⋆ ⭒˚ . can't sleep? ⋆

it's the middle of the night, and you can't seem to fall asleep. your boyfriend, chan, has an idea on how to fix that.

your boyfriend's been producing in the other room until 3 am, as per usual, but you're usually asleep by now. you don't know why you just... can't.

you know it's late late when chan opens the door quietly and steps inside, clearly trying not to wake you up if you were asleep. which you weren't.

"don't worry, i'm up." you turn around to see him, sitting up in bed, "don't have to be quiet."

"babe?" he's caught off guard, "why are you awake? you should be asleep. it's late." he softens, moving to stand by the bed.

he slips his hoodie off, tank top underneath riding up in the process. god, your boyfriend's sexy.

"i can't sleep. and before you ask, i don't know why." you sigh, "are you going to bed now?"

it's obvious you're exhausted. and a little cranky from getting no sleep. he knows you're not mad at him, just frustrated, naturally.

"yeah, i was gonna. is there anything i can do to help, babe?" he offers, sitting on the edge of the bed as he slips his tank top off now.

"i don't really think there's anything you could do. i appreciate it, though." you hum back, watching him.

those abs and muscles that always make your heart pound a little faster. then, he covers them right back up with another tank top. unfortunate.

"i could rub your back, or run my hands through your hair." he offers some solutions, "i could play some music for you on our record player. or you could use my headphones."

"...or i can just lie down with you." he hums, lying down in the bed beside you, rubbing your thigh lovingly, "y'know?"

you softly nod, thinking about it, "i think i just wanna cuddle with you for a while. it might help."

he brings the covers over himself, tugging you into his arms, "c'mere, baby. get comfortable."

it's hard to get into a comfortable position when you've been trying to find one for hours and nothing's worked, but it's a little easier with him now. your head rests on his chest as he rubs your back, arms wrapped around you. so soft for you.

"i'm sorry you can't sleep. is it like... restlessness?" he asks again, trying not to prod too much.

he feels a soft nod against his chest and hums back, thinking for a few minutes in silence while you two just lie together in the comfort of it.

"do you want me to try and tire you out, baby?" he asks, and he sees your eyebrows furrow at what you take that as, laughing, "no, no... not like that. well, kind of like that."

"except i'm just touching and taking care of my girl and trying to get her tired for me. maybe what you need is to be worn out, yeah?" he hums.

the ideas so tempting. truly. and you aren't necessarily horny right now, but you know that's not a problem. he could easily fix that for you in minutes.

"...you wanna?" you ask again, looking up at him and meeting his gaze that's already on you.

"of course i do. is that even a question?" he laughs, "c'mon, let me take care of my pretty girlfriend."

your stomach does that little flip it does whenever chan compliments you and you finally nod, "yeah... okay. you can try."

"try? baby, i won't try, i will. now get comfy for me, yeah? just like that..." he shifts a little, "c'mon, i want you to sit between my legs, back against my chest."

he helps you get there, and you're still under the covers because it's 3 am and freezing but he's still doing this regardless.

"there you are." he kisses the side of your neck, hands running over your thighs, "keep 'em open..."

with strong hands, he slips your shorts and panties off, setting them away for now as he starts by running his fingers through your pussy and spreading your wetness.

he uses his own spit to wet you, getting it on his fingers as he runs it over your pussy. if you weren't horny before, you definitely were now.

"you feelin' ready for me now?" he checks, asking, "ready for me to start?"

the little nod you give is enough for him and he shifts so you're lying back against him, fully relaxed as he slowly slips one finger into your pussy. your soft sigh has him starting to curl it inside of you, prepping you for one more.

his goal isn't to get you all worked up and needy. he just wants you to relax and have a nice, good orgasm that has you feeling spent afterwards so hopefully you can get the rest you need.

one more finger slides in beside his current one and he curls them slowly against that spot that he's mastered finding after being with you so long.

"you're just so gorgeous when i touch you, baby."

he's referring to how your legs quiver when he hits that spot just right, how your head falls back against his chest as you shakily try not to let your legs close from how good it is. how good he is.

when you try and slip your hand down to touch your clit he gently moves your hand away, "baby, don't worry about it, don't want you doing any of the work."

he positions his hand so that his palm grinds against your clit while he fingers you.

it doesn't work you up too fast, yet feels good at the same time. he loves watching you go from squirming and grinding your hips up into his hand to relaxing against him and letting him take over.

his hands are big and perfect to hold when you two are out or for when he's hugging you from behind and you're reminded of it.

but they're also perfect for moments like this, his fingers fitting inside your pussy so perfectly, or when he'd hold one of your breasts in his hand and kiss the other all over.

all that thinking about him has you closer than before, your lower lip drawn between your teeth as to keep it down.

"you feel good? you like it?" he coos, kissing at your neck, "you getting close for me?"

fuck, does he know how to talk you through it.

"you gonna cum all over my fingers for me, baby? c'mon, i know you're close..." he sucks a hickey on your neck, moving your hair out of the way with his spare hand.

afterwards, when you're on the edge, barely holding it together, he brings that hand to have you look back up at him before pressing a long kiss to your lips.

you're not sure if it's an effort to keep you quiet—the walls are thin in your apartment—but you can't find it in yourself to care as you feel yourself cumming around his fingers hard, hips grinding up into them as your legs literally quiver.

"mhm, mhm, there you go..." he breathes out as he pulls away, talking you through your orgasm, "my girl, so pretty when she cums, yeah?" his accent is prominent, and his voice is soft, "i love this..."

he sees you getting sensitive and finally pulls his fingers out, seeing you genuinely collapse against his chest as he laughs softly. he reaches over to grab some of the tissues to clean off his hands before wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer.

"you are literally the sweetest girl ever, you know that?" he kisses your neck again, "you tired?"

you're so spent. and so tired. you didn't think that would actually work as well as it did, but it did.

you're half asleep as you feel your boyfriend slip your panties and shorts back over your legs, shifting you into a more comfortable sleeping position as he lies you on his chest.

"goodnight, baby." he laughs a little at how out of it you actually are, and how well that worked.

[killishin]

— ♡ right person at the right time.

PART 05.

pairing: jason todd x reader

category: lots of fluff, angst, he fell first she fell harder kinda trope, sfw, thinking of making this a slow burn but we'll see.

content warning: afab, mention of death (reader's mother), violence here and there, mention of blood, inaccurate medical talk, not proofread

summary: reader's just a normal citizen of Gotham, scrambling to making ends meet. after a fateful encounter, when he saw the reader kick ass and save a life- he can't get them off his mind. and fate just keeps pulling them together, forcing him to do something about it.

a/n: im having a still having a shit week and a writer's block on top of that so i really do not like this chapter. still enjoy :)

wc: 3k

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dividers by @cafekitsune

your chai's getting cold but you simply stare at it, pulling at the skin of your lips. you let out an impatient sigh as you looked away, gazing out the window with a furrow in your brow.

he's late.

he had recovered his tarnished reputation at the gala, it had left you wondering about his personality. he did not seem like the type to be that persistent or flirty, but he was both at the gala.

though you're doubting his persistence as the minutes tick by. releasing a disappointed sigh you picked up your now lukewarm tea and sipped on it, and right then, it started pouring hard. it was cloudy already but not to the point to rain so hard.

you groan internally as you lean back in the chair and look at the blank screen, already expecting the raincheck text from him that would further sour your mood. but maybe its for the best, it'd spare you the awkwardness.

"thinking I'd bail out huh?" you jumped in your seat and looked up, instinctively turning your phone away as if caught doing something horrid. your eyes widened further as you took him in, he wasn't all drenched but enough to leave his clothes and hair damp at places. he seems to be short of breath too, huffing quietly while his cheeks seems reddened. quite adorable.

"oh— jason. hi— oh god you're all drenched." you gasped out quietly as you looked him over, not quite meeting his intense gaze. you were about to stand up but he shook his head slightly, pressing on your shoulder to sit back down. your cheeks reddened on their own, then your eyes fell on the tea and guilt found its way in your heart.

he noticed that and chuckled as he waved his hand, "its fine. its my fault for being late. anyways uh- here—" he revealed the hand that had been hiding behind his back, a small bouquet of tulips. the arrangement was a bit haphazard and wet from the rain but they simply looked even more soft and beautiful.

"i ran and it was already pouring hard- so well—" you ceased his apology midway as you took the bouquet with furrowed brows and smile, "you didn't have to."

his eyes paused as they stared at your lips, his lips tugging up in sync to yours before he coughed and moved to sit across you, draping his jacket on the back of the chair.

"i did. otherwise im pretty sure I'd get an earful for being late."

"so this is bribery?"

"your words not mine."

but he really hadn't planned on being late, he was thorough in his selection of the flowers, hoping and praying that whatever he chose brings a smile on your face.

you had planned on being mad at him, maybe ending this little date sooner than decided but his charm was rubbing off on you in all the right ways.

he ruffled his hair to shake out the water before brushing them to make them seem less unruly. which didn't work. you had to stifle a laugh as you bit your lips.

"so can i know why you're—" you looked at your watch before back up at him, "thirty minutes late? the flowers are good enough bribe but I'd like to really know now."

he sighed out and a sheepish smile adorned his lips, his eyes glancing away from yours and finding solace on the drops accumulated on the window.

"before i tell you, i really had not planned on being late—"

"no one ever plans to be late i suppose." you interrupted with an amused smile, watching a big man squirm gives you just another kind of satisfaction.

"yes. yes you're right—"

"unless they're trying to be fashionably late." you bite back a grin at his pointed look, "i wasn't being fashionably late. now would you stop finding my misery hilarious and let me apologise properly?" he begged with a pleading smile and you chuckled before leaning back and nodding.

"right. so, i left my place on time—thirty minutes early even." he began explaining, "i thought it wouldn't be that hard to pick a bouquet. they make it look so easy in the films—"

"you watch romcoms?" you ask with a surprised grin, your brows raised a bit and he raised a brow at you, his lips tugging up, "is that judgement i hear in your voice?"

"no. i mean, i just thought that- well-" now that you have to put it into words it does feel judgemental, "someone like you—" you hadn't even finished your sentence and his brows raised up as he huffed out a chuckle, feigning disbelief.

"someone like me? wow." he shook his head slowly and you rolled your eyes as you gave him a deadpanned stare, though your smile wasn't the least bit deterred, "that is judgement. didn't know you were so..."

you raised a brow, smile turning as playful as his, daring him to continue.

and he thought he could wing this whole date, sail through smooth. he had game, he had flirted and dated— sometimes he didn't even need to— he can do this. yet his confidence dwindled, his cheeks turned reddish like an apple, heart plummeting to his stomach at the mere sight of your smile, at the realisation of its effects. disastrous, so very disastrous and still, he was attracted to it like a moth to a flame.

his mind went blank and his smile suddenly wasn't so smug. "....judgy."

your brows furrowed at his quiet answer and you chuckled, the sight confusing you yet you liked how you affected him. you shook your head and waved your hand, "continue please."

"right so bouquets." he wished he had at least ordered something so he could rather stare at it than face you, but it was inevitable right now, "i took too much time. i just— i didn't know what you would like and i didn't want to simply hand a rose bouquet. that would seem effortless and thoughtless—" he explained quite animatedly, his hands moving around, and your focus divided. in your defense, those are some brilliant hands, solid and sculpted.

but unknown to your thoughts, he mistook the wavering of your smile for displeasure , "—i mean i have nothing against it, of course. sorry do you like roses instead?"

"huh? oh no— no i love tulips!" you blink your eyes as you shook your head, cheeks reddening with embarrassment though you mask it quick, but then his words push through the haze and you realise he took all that mental trouble, just to choose a bouquet. many didn't even bring a bouquet, while he was hoping to get the one you liked.

"thank you." you smiled softly as you leaned in and kept a hand on his, hoping its enough to calm his alarmed mind.

it worked the opposite.

for a spilt second he even forgot the conversation, his eyes snapping to your soft ones resting over his. your hand wasn't necessarily small, yet over his they seemed dwarfed. it endeared him to no end, and he vehemently fought the urge to turn his hand over to engulf yours.

maybe this is what yearning is like, he thought, a simple touch of your hand is enough to make his senses come undone, his sanity go haywire, his soul to greed for more and more, still his mind reminds caution. caution because he doesn't want to corrupt you, you who deserved to be happy.

but he's already stepped in far too deep, what would it matter now to cross another few lines?

and with that, he turns his hand, not yet holding your hand but simply caressing your palm with his finger. your smile falters as it sends a shiver down your spine and he feels it too, and he likes it.

he pushed down the urge to grin and instead continued, "alright good. im glad you liked them." he smiled, so innocent as if he knows nothing about the tremors he's causing in your heart.

your mind's racing, racing so fast. this feels intimate. he's just holding— not even holding your hand— but this is worse! this feels rushed, you barely know the guy and yet his touch doesn't raise any flags in your mind. that gnawing feeling in your gut simply increases, like you know him, to explain why you're so okay with his touch.

his caress turned into a soft scratch and your eyes widened slightly as you looked up at him, only to find him smiling with a brow raised. you realised you didn't reply and instead were staring at your intertwined hands like a fool.

he can't already have put a spell on you. you can't accept that.

"so thirty minutes late? just from bouquet selection?" you cocked your head to the side and withdrew your hand, instead holding it around your cup and taking a big, embarrassing gulp instead of a sip. but the tea had already gone cold. "that still seems a bit much."

"my bike broke down then." he said the first thing that came to his mind, because if you knew him completely you'd know he keeps his bike in top condition, it can never break down.

to his utter misfortune, dick bumped into him, though he has a suspicion it maybe wasn't a coincidence. it took great restraint and patience to dodge dick's questions and teasing glance. he even aimlessly drove around in case dick was on his tail.

that's what took him so much time.

your brows rose up and you leaned in again, your eyes sparkling with curiosity, "you got a bike?" he paused, trying to discern your sudden interest in his bike.

"..yeah. why, you like em?" he asked and you laughed softly with a nod, "yeah. my dad loves bikes, he had a really sweet one. i learned to ride on that bike." you recalled with yearning in your eyes before looking down at your cup as you shrugged, "but its been years now since I've drove a bike."

his eyes sparkled like yours, even brighter since he realised you shared interests with him. conversation was easier after that, it went on for a good hour and you didn't even realise it. the conversation didn't feeling boring, they didn't feel forced or rushed— it felt normal and easy.

there was more than just words though. the lingering gazes, the teasing smile that bordered on something stronger than yearning, stolen touches. sometimes it was the fingers, sometimes his feet brushing against yours or his feet. when he felt particularly bold he kept his knees right there, close enough to touch but not quite. he liked the way your eyes widened slightly each time your legs brushed his, it was adorable how you scrambled to compose yourself. if he didn't already know you he wouldn't know just how affected you are.

you didn't get to know about him much besides his few likes and dislikes, you didn't pry much into his personal life. despite how much you felt like you knew him, you didn't want to push it. it had been the first time in a long time since a date went this well, you didn't want to spoil it.

"i can drop you home." he said and tilted his face in the same way that gets blood rushing to your face, and he knows it, since his smile widens playfully. you shook your head with a hesitant smile, "no i can walk home. i don't want to be a bother—"

"trust me you won't be." he gave you a pointed look before holding the extra helmet towards you and your brows furrowed, "you always carry an extra helmet?"

he hesitates and you smile as you take the helmet, your fingers brushing his, "or were you that confident about the date going so well that I'd agree to be dropped off?"

he was.

"just get on." he pretended to huff as he swung his leg on the bike, your eyes shamelessly staring before you put on your helmet and sit behind him.

"your bike's nice." you said quietly, you just needed to fill the awkward silence as you wondered where to put your hand on, the one thats not holding the bouquet to your chest. you've never been this awkward before and you reckon it has something to do with the butterflies in your stomach.

"i thought you've ridden on a bike before?" he playfully mused as he put on his helmet and your rolled your eyes. "i have, smartass, i just don't wanna make you uncomfortable—"

he grabbed your hands and pulled them around his waist, his own cheek reddening and throat closing up as his heart raced, "not a chance."

he revved the bike to life, the vibrations travelling through your very own body and you smile despite the tension between you both. its been a good while since you've been on one and it feels great. behind a man such as jason is a bonus.

as he drives through the gloomy roads of gotham your eyes linger on them. they dont seem that scary as they do when you're alone, even though the sound of the bike turns a few heads, the attention doesn't make you jumpy or alert.

your hands lingered just above his abs at first, before they gradually settled over his body, feeling the ridges and hard planes of his abs. unintentionally your hand travelled up, you didn't know when it happened and you realised it when you felt his racing heart under your palm. suddenly his hand closed over yours as he stopped the bike at the signal.

"someone's bold." he remarks despite his racing heart and your lips tug upwards, "does your heart always beat that fast when you drop off your date?"

only with you.

"only with you." you didn't expect him to say that, he didn't expect to say it out loud.

"that was corny. sorry."

"no it was adorable. its totally fine."

"you're making fun of me now?"

"and is that gonna be a problem?"

he chuckled as he slightly shook his head, and you felt it shaking your hand, bringing a smile to your lips, "smartass."

"what was that?" but he revved the engine and accelerated suddenly, causing you to yelp as your body is pulled behind for a moment by the inertia.

"show off." you muttered before lightly bumping your helmet with his and he simply smiled.

to your dismay your apartment reached sooner than later, and you got your hands off him reluctantly.

"the ride was nice. thank you for dropping me off." you said softly as you card through your now tangled hair, nose wrinkling as your hair tugged.

"no problem." he murmured, so low you might not have noticed it if you weren't already looking at his lips. he was staring, and so were you. he didn't know what good he did that he could be in your life as jason, but he promised to himself right then and there, that he wasn't going to mess this up.

your hands tightened around the bouquet as your looked away, subtly bringing your hair at the sides of your face so they cover your reddened ears, "have a safe ride home. bye."

he nodded as he watched you turn before his eyes widened, and as always, his hands worked faster than his voice.

"wait!" he had leaned a bit and grabbed your hand, tugging you back slightly causing you to turn around with your brows raised up.

"yeah?"

"you didn't..." he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand as he huffed in frustration, frustration at his own inability to act cool. "second date. is there gonna be one?" he asked, rather grumpily, his brows furrowing as he appears to be less affected than he is.

for a moment you just stared. a man, almost the size of a certain vigilante you know, with a voice like that and a presence so heavy like that, is a grumpy mess. because of you.

and he still hasn't let go of your hand.

you tried stifling your laugh in a poor attempt as you nodded, "I'll text you, jason." you said gently in a playful manner before squeezing his hand.

his downturned lips slowly pulled into a smile as he squeezed your hand back, his hand lingering in the air as you let go. "goodbye."

"bye jason."

the bouquet might have gotten a bit wrinkled and missed a few petals, yet you arranged it delicately in your vase as soon as you stepped in your apartment. your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, your heart hurt from the shock of a date going so well.

maybe you were imagining it, but the flowery scent filled the air of your apartment just minutes into your home, just like he did into your heart.

yet a thought stayed into your mind, was it just your disillusionment or was he built exactly like red hood?

the patrol night was awfully weird for others as the usually snippy and sarcastic jason was in a rather tame mood. he was... happy? it got everyone's brain short circuiting, everyone except dick who had, in fact, followed him to see the cute little date he was on.

for once jason wasn't thinking of ways this could go wrong, he wasn't scared to take the leap of faith, he was simply... living. thats a rare word for a man like him in a profession like that. living is a luxury and you've got him feeling that. there's still a nagging feeling in his mind that rages saying its just the calm before the storm, its gonna end soon, you're gonna leave soon like everyone does— but for once he's strong enough to ignore it.

and that strength increases when he peers inside the window of your living room, despite the fact he hasn't visited as red hood for a good few days, you still sleep on the couch, awaiting him.

with the flowers he gave in the vase beside the couch.

maybe its okay to hope.

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[preciousjoongie]

୨Girl Y♡u Loud୧

୨ now she running from the dick ♡ i told her stay with it ୧

୨syn♡psis⇝ san's friends come to hang out but when you join in on the mix—which was awkward—his friends can't get enough of you. san noticed, making them leave early. your punishment was soon to come.

୨g♡nre⇝ san x f!reader, rough sex, denied orgasms, multiple orgasms (each), different positions, dirty talk, oral sex (m!receiving), mouth fucking, pervy friends, thoughts of cucking, foursome, oral (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), nipple play, size kink, reader is fucked dumb(er), mentions of drinking, spanking and definitely more but.. this is a lot already

"isn't this what you wanted?" san grunted, pushing his cock harder into your pussy. your legs were pushed part, his knees digging into the bed. "practically throwing yourself at my friends with that outfit. such a fucking slut." you grabbed at anything you could—bedsheets, your boobs, his arms—you tried so hard to ground yourself, knowing your next orgasm would shatter you. but wait.. we need the backstory.

earlier

"hi, sannie." you beamed, bending over the couch, kissing his cheek; he gave a warm smile and kissed your cheek back. you looked up, noticing his friends. that's right.. they were coming over today. "hi," you whispered to them awkwardly. they waved back with awkward and soft smiles. you weren't as close to his friends; however, it was always little awkward for his friends when you came around. you, being a little more on the oblivious side, you didn't know why it was so awkward. but, of course, san did.

you came around the arm of the couch, sitting next to san. he peeped your short pink skirt when you came around, that was already short enough just by standing—it rode up a bit when you sat down. his friend yunho, the eldest of the 4, stared down at your thighs. his mind wandered, wondering what it would be like to stuff his head between them—he wanted to feel your plush thighs squeeze his head from his tongue. he wanted to look up at you as you withered.

meanwhile his other friend—and closest—wooyoung, slid down in his seat, "trying to get comfortable." in truth, he was really trying to catch a glimpse of your panties. and if he was lucky, which he definitely was not, you wouldn't be wearing any. he could see the faint outline of your lips pressing against and that was enough for him. his hands gripped onto the baggy crotch of his pants, secretly "adjusting" them.

and to his last friend, mingi. mingi wasn't too focused on your thighs or trying to get a glimpse of your pussy—no, he was more entranced by your boobs and tight your shirt was. your boobs were practically spilling out in his eyes. and ever since you had walked in, the way they slightly bounced drew him in. he wondered what it would get like to make you cum just from sucking your nipples or maybe just to knead your boobs in his big hands.

the only thing standing in between them and you was san.. all in all, the three of them have always looked at you like they wanted to snatch you away from him. but san wasn't gonna let that happen. that's why it was so awkward between you guys. you've just yet to notice how they look at you.

you clung tightly onto your boyfriends arm, pressing your puffy cheek against the muscle. "what are you guys doing?" you chimed, breaking the quick silence that filled the area when you walked in. san shook his head, "nothing much. just planning on the next time we can go get drinks." you nodded. "can i come?" looking up at san with a smile; he chuckled in response.

it seemed like all 3 of san's friends were telepathic—like they were sending the same thought to each other. that thought being you drinking a shit ton of alcohol with them, the 4 of you getting drunk. and yes.. the 4 of you. san wasn't included in this. they didn't want san to be involved—they wanted to have you to themselves.

they wanted to have you spread out for them. yunho's face would shoved deep into your pussy, smothering himself in your juices—his big hands, one that he thought could touch you better than sans, groping your thighs. at the same time, mingi's lips were wrapped around your hard nipple, sucking his life away. his other hand, which he also thought was better than san's, groping away at your other boob—just wanting to make sure they both get treated right. and lastly, wooyoung sitting on his knees beside your head. his cock, which—not surprisingly, i mean all three of them think they're better out of jealousy—he thought was better than san's, was getting pushed into your throat. yunho would feel how your thighs clamped around his head from the double—possibly triple—amounts of pleasure as you came. mingi would feel how you arched your back, pushing your chest into mingi. and wooyoung would feel how you choked on his cock, his cum and your moans. all the while, san would be sitting across the room only getting to watch them make you cum and sob—over and over and over again. all without him.

these thoughts were short-lived when they heard san chuckle and tell you no. a small pout forming on your face. oh, what those 3 boys would do to fuck that pout off your face. maybe even give you another reason to pout. "i told you no the last time you asked. you should know i won't change my mind." san pressed a loving kiss to your pout. he was never embarrassed to kiss you in front of his friends; he loved showing off the fact that he has an amazing girlfriend. and he loved the fact that he could show off how much he loved you.

"you're right." you looked at san with a small smile. he gently rubbed up your thigh; a little high. his fingers accidentally pushed your skirt higher making you giggle and pull it down. "ok, i'll get out of your way. go back to talking about your drinks or whatever." you giggled, standing up. bending down in front of san, you pressed a kiss to his lips. he kissed back, lightly biting at your lip and pulled you a bit closer.

yunho, mingi, and wooyoung watched. yunho leaned forward in his seat, watching your skirt come up to show almost half of your ass—your ass was too big to be in that tiny skirt anyway. they all caught a glimpse of your pink lace panties. they, especially wooyoung, got a better glimpse of the lips of your pussy. and what seemed to be a small, but sort of growing, wet spot right where your entrance would be. they all mentally groaned at the sight.

your lips carefully traveled to his jaw. his hands enveloped your face. "not here, baby." he whispered in your ear; you only seemed to grow wetter at the nickname. if you looked close enough, which i'm sure they all did and they all saw, you could probably see how your pussy twitched at the name. you nodded, licking your lips—finally, standing up straight. "ok, bye boys." you giggled before walking back upstairs. san watched you leave—they all did. they all watched you ascend up the staircase and back into your bedroom.

"enjoy the show?" san questioned the 3 boys—their cheeks suddenly flushed red. "u-uh, what?" yunho sputtered. san lightly smacked his lips, rolling his eyes, "don't think i didn't notice. i could see the way you guys were practically drooling over her. you want my girlfriend that bad and it's shameful; i'm right here. right in front of you, right beside her."

"look, man, we didn't mean to. it's just she's so- i don't know the right words to say without sounding like an asshole." wooyoung explained cautiously. yunho and mingi nodded vigorously in agreement. "and it's like she knows what she's doing. bending down in a tiny skirt, wet pussy in front of our faces.. we couldn't help it."

san froze. "wet?" san raised an eyebrow as he questioned. all three of them nodded. san thought about how you could get off from getting him mad and teasing his friends. he knew you were a little oblivious, no doubt, but this.. he knew you knew what you were doing. "is something wrong?" mingi broke san's deep thoughts and concentration. "nothing, nothing." san said, scratching his neck, "uh, can we hang out some other time. we can get drinks next week if you'd like." san offered. they looked between each other, having an idea of what was going on. they all nodded, deciding on friday next week.

he showed them to the door, waving to them as they all got into yunho's car and pulling off. san closed the door, letting out a huff and chuckle. he shook his head at your tricks and teasing.

lying in bed on your stomach, your skirt was flipped up in the back from flopping onto the bed. you scrolled through your feed mindlessly, not noticing san standing into the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. a small cough came from san, your head snapping to the door, "oh, hi sannie." you giggled—you sat up on your elbows as he walked over. "your friends gone already?" san crawled on the bed, straddling your ass—his hands landed on your shoulders, rubbing gently. his stomach laid on your back, trapping you between the bed and his body. your eyes fluttered closed in relaxation. "wouldn't you like to know, huh, baby?" san whispered in your ear.

a small giggle left your throat from confusion and the tickling sensation against your ear, "what?" you whispered back, still a small smile on your face. "teasing my friends—bending down with your wet pussy in their face. you should know how they feel about you; see how they look at you." he whispered, his hands stopping their movements. you froze, eyes opening quickly. "h-how do they feel about me?" you stuttered, blinking a little too fast.

he chuckled under his breath. "oh, baby.. they all want to fuck you. they want to know what it's like to have your lips around their cock. what it's like to cum deep inside your pretty pussy. what it's like to eat you out until sobbing and your legs won't stop shaking." he said lowly. you whimpered at the thought and "realization". san chuckled lightly at your desperation. "oh, don't act like you didn't have some sense of what you were doing." his hand lightly grazed your ass. "you wanted them to see. you want to see how far they'll take it." san's teeth nipped at your ear.

"no, sannie." you breathed out. you slightly shook your head, denying all of his accusations. "deny it all you want, baby. how do you want your punishment?" he asked, lips grazing your shoulder. this sudden softness would soon be gone—both of you knew it. "punishment?" you whined. the weight off your back left. your body was suddenly picked up and thrown over san's shoulder like a rag doll. a small yelp left your lips.

san put you back down, bending you over the bed. "admit it, baby. you knew what you were doing." he commanded. your face was pressed into the sheets, not noticing his raised hand. "i didn't, i sw- ah!" you yelped, hips wiggling as you felt a hard smack laid across your ass. he bent over, his chest touching your back. his lips ghosted your ear, "come on, y/n. just say it." you gulped, "i didn't, sannie." you whined. smack! another hit landed across your ass, just on the other side. you held back at moan, and you'd be dumb if you thought san wouldn't notice.

he scoffed, "you enjoy this don't you? you get off in that pretty little head, loving how i punish you." you whined, agreeing to his words without actually saying it. he stood up, fingers rubbing your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness soak through the thin fabric of your panties and skirt. san shook his head in disbelief. his dumbed-out princess was a horny slut. "one more chance, y/n," san warned. you didn't respond, more curious about what would happen if you stayed silent. the last smack was laid across your ass, harder than all the rest. "ah, fuck, san!" you squealed. your ass moved against his hips, the sting of the slap triggering some sort of response within your body.

san gripped onto your skirt, pulling them down along with your panties, and letting them pool at your ankles. you clenched around nothing as the subtle breeze hit your wet pussy. san looked down and saw how wet you were, "god.." he breathed, running a finger through your folds, collecting the juices that layered in between. a small whimper left your throat, too impatient for any sort of foreplay. without any warning, san pushed his cock into your tight pussy. what really took the cake was how you never heard him take off his own clothing. maybe it was your dazed mind or maybe you chose to ignore it. san's cock was something else.. yeah, it was a little above average in length, but the overall girth was a whole different subject. he stretched you out perfectly. it was almost painful—a good kind of pain—when he pushed into you.

san immediately bottomed out, throwing his head back, "so wet and tight. all for me." moving on his own time, his hips snapped recklessly into your ass. high pitched squeals were pushed out of you with each thrust, "s-sannie!" your muffled moans seemed to still echo and bounce off the walls. san's hand gripped your hair, pulling your head out of the sheets. san's hips were like his best tool. he always knew the perfect way to roll them deep into you. tears pricked your eyes from the slight burn in the back of your head and the coil that tighten in your stomach. san knew you were close by the way your pussy spasmed on his cock. he pulled his cock all the way out, letting your hair go; a loud whine coming from you. you didn't get to cum and you felt so empty.

"want you to suck my cock, make sure you know it's the only one you'll ever have in your mouth." san whispered in your ear before turning you around the face him. you dropped down onto the floor, legs already weak. your hand grabbed onto his slick-covered dick, pumping a couple times before sucking on his tip. "s-shit, baby, don't tease me." he stuttered along with his hips. and with that stutter of his hips, he pushed his cock into your mouth, the tip of his dick meeting your throat making you slightly choke, but you quickly caught yourself. you bobbed your head back and forth on his cock, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. your hand pumped the rest that wasn't in your mouth. by the way his cock twitched in your mouth, you could help wasn't going to last long. just a couple more pumps and his cum was leaking down your throat. "ah, so good at sucking my dick, baby." his praise filled your ears. "swallowed?" he asked. you stuck out your tongue to show your empty mouth. he chuckled, "good girl. bed." you got up on wobbly legs, crawling onto the bed.

he got on after you, pulling you to him, your back was arched and your ass in the air. once again, your head pushed into the covers. "gonna fuck you so good," san groaned. you watched as he pushed himself back into you, hands gripping your hips in a bruising hold. "fuck! so big.." your back arched lower, letting him in deeper—a new angle of san pressing into that gummy spot. his hips immediately moving, "want you to know i'm the only one who can fuck you like this. they can't have you like this. who's pussy is this, huh?" he growled. "y-yours, sannie." you whimpered. your sensitivity was high while your thought process was lower. san was fucking the ability to think out of you. incoherent mumbles left your mouth every time san fucked into that spot—which was very often.

his hand snaked under your hips, sneaking down to your clit. your breathing pick up, an adrenaline rush coursing through your body. you sat up on your elbows, bringing your head up. your thighs trembling and your hips twitched forward into his hand. "t-too much. right there!" you moaned, feeling close. san could only chuckle at your trembling orgasm. "cum, princess." your head fell back into the sheets as your orgasm ripped through you. cum dripped down your thighs as your hips still bucked forward to find anymore stimulation. san's thrusts got sloppy, the sounds of wet thrusts echoing through the room. this felt more like a prize than a punishment.

san pulled out, quickly flipping you over on your back, so he could release on your stomach and tits. he groaned at the sight. as you went to sit up, thinking he was done with you, he pulled you back down, "you think i'm done with you? i'm not stopping until i've completely broken you." san spat. your heart raced, but not from fear. "isn't this what you wanted?" san grunted, pushing his cock harder into your pussy. your legs were pushed part, his knees digging into the bed. "practically throwing yourself at my friends with that outfit. such a fucking slut." you grabbed at anything you could—bedsheets, your tits, his arms—you tried so hard to ground yourself, knowing your next orgasm would shatter you.

"i wonder what my friends would say seeing you like this." san chuckled as he rammed his cock into you. you were still tight around him, your pussy still spasming. you looked at his cocked as it disappeared in your pussy and reappeared over and over again. you threw your head back. "how 'bout i call them, yeah?" he grabbed his phone, slowing his movements down—the sounds that your pussy was making from the force of his cock was still evident. the facetime was quickly picked up to a sweaty san. you don't know if it was unfortunate or fortunate, but all three of them picked up. "what's up?" mingi's voice rang out into the room. "you ok, man?" yunho asked at sam's sweaty figure. wooyoung didn't say anything because his 'what the fuck are you doing?' expression was all that was needed. "i have a bit of a surprise for you." san said, a faint whimper leaving your lips. san put the camera closer to your pussy before flipping it. your beaten up and red pussy on display for the three of them. mingi's eyes widened. all three of their dicks seemed to grow hard. "look at her," san titled the camera up to your broken figure and tear stained face, "go ahead, get off on it." san directed the three.

the boys wasted no time whipping out their dicks, and getting off to you. "shit, san. fuck her pussy faster. wanna see her squirt," wooyoung moaned. san listened, fucking into your pussy with a ruthless pace. your moans got louder, a couple of tears leaving your eyes from the overstimulation. wooyoung groaned with his head thrown back, imagining he was the one fucking your pussy so good. "make her play with her tits," mingi breathlessly sighed. san looked up at you, "you heard him." san spat. you pulled up your shirt, revealing your bare tits. your fingers twisted your nipples, adding to the sensitivity and pleasure that overcame your body. "g-gonna cum, san," you moaned. he stopped his thrusts, letting the feeling of your orgasm fade before picking up again. "her clit, san," yunho whined, wanting to see your boyfriend toy with your swollen clit until you were completely shattered.

san laid a slight slap on your clit making your hips jerk forward, "sannie, please. need to cum." you begged through tears, and a slight humiliation. san's fingers roughly played with your clit, your legs subconsciously trying to close, but san wasn't gonna let that happen. he slapped your clit harder, your legs pushing back open with a moan. san rubbed your clit until you were practically screaming, "cum, y/n, let them see what it's like when you cum." san guided you. your legs shook and your head threw back. your back arched off the bed as you felt your warm juices drip down your thighs and pool under you.

wooyoung groaned as he came, watching you squirt on san's cock. "holy shit!" mingi chuckled before he came. yunho had already came twice before—it made a lot of sense with him being the biggest pervert in their friend group. san kept thrusting until he came deep inside your pussy. "ah, shit." he said as he pulled out. san kept your legs open, focusing the camera on his cum leaked out of your beaten up pussy. you moaned as san took his cum on his fingers, pushing it back into you. "good job, baby." he praised. san flipped the camera around, "that's the first and last time you'll ever see her like this. so, i hope you got your fill." san said before hanging up.

san walked into your bathroom, running the bath and grabbing some towels. "you did so good for me, baby," he bent down, kissing your cheek. "i'm sorry, sannie." you mumbled out. san brushed the hair out of your face. he forgave you without even having to say it. instead, he showed you. running you a bath, cooking you dinner, remaking the bed so you didn't have to, and letting you relax the rest of the day..

[ffwriting]

MHA character - Cheating

If I think these Mha characters would realistically cheat on their s/o. Except I'm completely honest, and probably a little ooc (whoops)

ALSO, this is purely for funzies, write the characters however you wish. I don't even follow these when I'm writing for them. (Please don't hate on me)

cw: GN reader, no y/n, angst-ish, short but to the point, lmk if there are others.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta, Mina Ashido, Tenya Iida, Mezo Shoji, Fumikage Tokoyami, Hitoshi Shinsou, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Shota Aizawa, Hawks (Keigo Takami), Tomura Shigiraki, Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Izuku Midoriya - No

I just can't see it. He is too nervous around people in general, and IF he had a partner, I can see him being pretty loyal

Katsuki Bakugo - No

This is 'no' for an entirely different reason. I just can't see him dating anyone to cheat on in the first place.

If he did somehow date someone, he wouldn't bother even trying to cheat. If he wanted to be with someone else, he would just dump you.

Shoto Todoroki - No

Same with the others, I can't see him getting into a relationship to cheat on. But if he did I don't think he has the emotional capacity to try to do something with another person.

If it does, I feel like he wouldn't understand the actions or try to stop it from happening.

Ejiro Kirishima - No

His whole motto is being 'manly.' He wouldn't cheat.

I feel like he would hate cheaters with a passion and beat up any of your friends' boyfriends if they cheated.

Denki Kaminari - Maybe

He seems like the type who would be casually flirty with any girl that he finds attractive. That in and of itself is no real issue, BUT I have a feeling that he would be flirting with a girl, do something, and then realize that he is technically cheating after it is too late and someone else points it out to him.

Would be under specific circumstances, though.

Sero Hanta - Yes.

He seems like too much of an 'oh well' kind of guy. He would probably be out doing something, a girl came up and asked for his number, and he gave it without a second thought.

Would probably not even be committed enough to you for it to even be considered as 'cheating' though.

Mina Ashido - No

To me, she is very loyal to the people she cares for. I also think she is the type of girl to date for the long run.

Tenya Iida - No

He would find it distasteful. Would think that it would be the utmost type of disrespect. If he even thought about cheating for a split second, he would be apologizing like no one's business.

Mezo Shoji - No

Do I even have to explain why he wouldn't?

That man is insecure, loyal, and caring. You would not even see him think about cheating.

Fumikage Tokoyami - No

That guy held a crush for too long for him to see anyone else.

Dark Shadow would like to stir up drama between you two, but no actual cheating would go on.

Hitoshi Shinsou - No

If he liked you, he would like you. He isn't going to cheat on you.

Would actually avoid other people the second he could tell that they liked him.

Mirio Togata - Kinda?

Would be wayyy too friendly with others. Would exchange numbers, call, and hang out with other people. He would just be too kind to say no. It wouldn't matter if the people were obviously flirting; he wouldn't stop them until it was too late. Only then would he realize.

Tamaki Amajiki - No

Assume that you do get into a relationship with him. There is no way that he is cheating. You would have to physically drag him out of the house to even socialize. It would be a cold day in hell before he would socialize, romanticize, and cheat on you.

Shota Aizawa - No

He barely puts up with you, if he does at all.

If he got with you, then it means that you were just his type. Everyone else would get the Miss Joke treatment.

Hawks (Keigo Takami) - Yes

That is not even because of his playboy persona. I think he is genuinely dumb about relationships. Would not understand fully why he has to 'stay loyal.'

ALSO, if he ever got into a relationship, I can fully see it being because of the hero commission. He wouldn't care about staying loyal if that was the reason you two got together.

Tomura Shigiraki - No

AFO He sees relationships as a weakness. Wouldn't even get in a relationship with you in the first place. There wouldn't even be a person for him to 'cheat' on.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki) - Yes?

Technically, he would never get along with you.

If he did, you would not be his only partner.

I did this in one sitting as well.

I am unstoppable. (for now.)

[ladyloveandjustice]

Seeing people say they get more attached to the male characters the female characters because they're "badly written" is always such a weak excuse but pulling it for the Batfamily is so wild. Because all comics characters are badly written at one point or another. Batman has some of the most inconsistent characterization and worst writing of ALL TIME, everyone has their conflicting vision of Batman and how much of an asshole he should be so it's a mess. He's done some outrageously unforgiveable shit you have to ignore if you want to keep liking the character??? Stuff that makes absolutely no sense where you can't even fathom why he'd do that??? But then other writers ignore it, and you ignore it.

Jason Todd's characterization was a fucking contradictory mess when he was first resurrected (and is probably still bad and inconsistent sometimes I imagine. I haven't sampled enough of the new comics but he does seem to flip flop a lot) but he is THE most popular character to write fanfic about based on the number of kudos search I did, and all those fanfic I read either just quickly glosses over the stuff he did in Battle of the Cowl etc, or completely ignore it, or blames it on the Lazurus Pit or whatever. Because it was all pretty stupid! Because that comic was bad!

Nobody could agree on how to write Damian when he first debuted either and it's kind of hilarious going back to those comics to see how inconsistent he is. (especially how Morrison wrote him as like, so good the best unbeatable and others were like "no. doesn't matter how highly trained he is. he's ten. Tim could absolutely fuck him up in ten seconds if he wanted to" (and does, eventually. after getting tired of being constantly attacked). Steph can fight him evenly and she's definitely holding back bc he's a child, so she'd win too if she weren't. He's ten." it's honestly very funny to contrast them.)

All the characters have great writing too though, and that's why people love them! And this is just as much the case for the girls! Babs has tons of excellent writing as Oracle. Steph has tons of good writing too. Cass has honestly hands down one of the best solo comic runs of all time, and it lasted 70+ issues. Selina has some excellent comics...and so on, and so forth.

All of them has extremely angsty crunchy often compelling backstories that the fanfic community would be all over if they were guys.

And they are all just as traumatized and sad as the boys, and fandom loves trauma. Anything Dick or Jason or Tim have gone through they've probably also had an equivalent experience. Being tortured by a villain and dying after being fired as Robin and then relentlessly victim blamed? oh hey Steph's had that happen too. Being poor and surviving on the streets as kid? Selina's been through that. Being raised as a child assassin? Cass did that way before Damian.

There's overall less comics about them (preboot at least I'm not keeping up post that) but like. there's still a LOT of comics they were in, it really should not matter.

"the women aren't written as well/aren't as interesting and that's why" is such a pathetic claim in a fandom like comics where everyones been written well, horribly, and everything in between, and I really think people should learn to admit they just don't care about female characters as much, it's easier on us all. you don't have to force yourselves to write about them if it's a chore, I'd rather you not because that writing will suck. But be honest, come on.