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[cherryblossom-heart]

I hate you (9.5/?)

modern!Sukuna x Reader

Things get clearer for Sukuna

Content Warning: Fluff, Enemies to lovers, Sukuna being nice? (if you can call it that) Sukuna is his own warning, mention of sexual content, slut shaming (both sides). Sukuna battling his feelings. This is a +18 series so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. If I catch any minor or ageless blog interacting with this series I will block you.

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A/N: Hi besties! I am so sorry for the delay on this chapter, memi messed up my convos for other series and this one too so I was just busy re doing everything again. Hope you guys like it! Oh btw I listened Mitskis' My Love Mine All Mine on repeat while writing this in case you want to give it a try haha

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7:17 P.M.

“Finally.” Sukuna rolled his eyes as you walked to him. “Taking forever, for what?”

“Oh, shut up. Like you don’t like what you see.” You winked at him.

A faint wave of heat rushed to his face and he wanted to ride away. Even if he had gotten used to this unexpected reaction, they didn’t make them any less annoying. He wasn’t about to admit he knew that even if you were wearing a garbage bag as a dress, his heart would still race any time you came through that door.

He remembered his cousin laughing once he told him he would take you to that stupid bands concert and asked him if he would cover your shift.

“So you’re telling me you’re taking her to a concert, of a band you don’t even like, just because?” Choso’s words were strained as he fought to get air back to his lungs.

Sukunas patience was running thin, not that it was hard to get it to that level to begin with, but the more Choso’s words bounced around his head, the more he questioned what the point of this was.

Why was he even taking you? He couldn’t even stand their music.

“You’re covering her shift or not?” Sukuna barked, which typically was enough to make people around him quiet. Unluckily for him, Choso didn’t hold the same fear for him as others, it didn’t help him, and Sukuna knew each other since they were in diapers.

“Oh, I’ll definitely take it. But you just have to answer one question.” His voice was full of amusement as he hung an arm around Sukuna. “How long has she had you this whipped?”

“Fuck you.” He shook off his arm of his shoulders.

Whatever, taking you wasn’t worth this hassle.

Or any hassle at all.

Maybe he could talk to Toji. Cash in a favor.

“Hey, don’t get me wrong. If anyone was going to be able to tame you, it definitely would be her.” Choso laughed.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, you’ve seen her right? Girls got a little crazy in her. Remember that time she beat up that Yorozu chick for saying all that fucked up shit about Uraume?”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow “What?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you were too busy to go to school. I’m surprised you even graduated.” Choso rolled his eyes, pulling out a cigarette from the carton he kept in his pocket, a habit he displayed whenever he talked for too long with his cousin. “After their mom died, Yorozu began the rumor Uraume fucked people to get money to pay the rent, that’s why they were never in school.”

That cunt.

Sukunas memories traveled back to his teenage years, he remembered a day where he had found you in the living room, your messy hair and a busted lip catching his attention. He had made the mistake of leaving you alone, thinking he didn’t care enough to ask.

And you didn’t like him enough to answer.

“Then one day your girl comes in, walks to Yorozu and sucker punches her right in the jaw. No warning, nothing. By the time the teachers were able to pull her off Yorozu, she already had a broken nose and her whole face was turning purple. I’ve never seen anything like that, I really thought she was going to kill her.” Choso shook his head. “Maybe you finally found your match”

His cousins’ words tormented his thoughts ever since.

God, he was right, wasn’t he? He was completely and utterly whipped. He didn’t remember the last time he had fucked someone else without you popping in his head every five seconds. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last day he had gone through without thinking of you at least once.

“What’s that?” You asked as you reached him, looking back to the hand he has behind his back.

Fuck.

“Here.” Sukuna pulled out a bouquet of deep red roses, almost slamming them against you. “Jin said I should bring this.” He scoffed, as if he wasn’t the one that decided to buy them.

“Aww.” You coo at them as you smell them. Sukuna’s eyes diverted from you, not wanting that brewing warm sensation you brought him to pop up, this was already hard enough as it was. “I love them. Maybe I should’ve gone out with Jin instead.” You teased him with that cocky little smirk that made his blood boil.

“I’m taking you out on a stupid date and you can’t stop being a slut for five minutes?” Sukuna rolled his eyes.

He expected to get a snarky remark, perhaps a slap in the arm or head but you had the annoying tendency to surprise him. You leaned over to him, placing a tender kiss on his cheek before walking backwards to your house.

His heart began racing. The drumming of his pulse echoed on his ears so loudly he thought you might’ve heard it.

“Don’t be an ass, you know I have more fun with you.” You winked at him before turning around.

“Where you going?” Were the only words he managed to say.

“To put them in a vase. Don’t want them dying on me, this might be the only proof of you ever being nice.”

Darkened eyes followed your every step, each one giving Sukuna a clear answer.

He was losing his mind, and it was all your fault.

8:21 P.M.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked as you hopped of his bike, pulling down on the now inconvenient black skirt you had decided to wear.

“Piss me off enough and I might.”

��Whatever.” You glared at him, kicking a rock in the ground. “If you’re not going to kill me then what are we doing in the middle of the woods?”

“What? You scared, brat?”

You laughed. “As if. I’m more scared of an animal eating us. If a bear attacks us, I’m leaving your ass.”

Sukuna made his way through the path he had grown accustomed to, the sound of your heels scraping against the unstable ground the woods offered following close behind. He could hear you cursing under your breath, your annoyance growing the more you kept tripping.

“You could’ve told me we were going to the fucking woods.”

“Not my fault you dress like a cheap prostitute whenever you’re going out.”

“First of all, fuck you.” You caught up to him, slapping him in the back of the head. “Second, if I was a prostitute, you could never afford me.”

Sukuna held you by the arm, spinning you in front of him. His chest pressed against your back; his grip tight on your hips. He leaned over you, lips almost brushing against your ear.

“Why would I pay you when I already have you for free.”

“For now.” You turned around. “Piss me off enough and I might just change boytoys.”

You placed a kiss on his cheek before moving along and Sukuna never wished more to fuck you and strangle you at the same time.

8:29 P.M.

“Over here.”

“I swear if you brought me all the way over here for nothing I will cut your balls– “

“Hey.”

Jin’s voice cut through the emptiness of the forest making you jump. You turned to the direction of his voice, racing to Sukunas twin brother. It never ceased to amaze you how similar they were physically, but as soon as your eyes connected with Jin’s the softness in them almost made you chuckle.

“Jin!” You raced to him, engulfing him in a suffocating hug. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve been busy with Yuji.”

Jin’s eyes met his brothers as he debated where to settle his hands. Sukunas burning gaze gave him the answer he needed.

“What are you doing here? Please tell me you’re my date instead of your idiot of a brother.” You teased him, causing a slight blush on his face. “You’re already much better than him. The flowers were a nice touch.”

“Flowers? I didn’t… oh. Oh! Yeah, no problem.”

Sukuna was about to turn Yuji into an orphan.

“I was just helping him set this up.” Jin pointed behind himself,

Your eyes grew wide as you took in what your date would be. In the middle of the field laid a lightweight red blanket, a couple of lanterns on each side made it visible. Laid out in the middle there were a few containers with what you assumed were food, steam covering the inside.

You smiled at Sukuna, and he could’ve sworn his world stopped for a second.

“It was his idea.” He grunted, hoping his brother would take the hint.

“Yeah, I thought you would like it.”

You stared back at Sukuna for a second longer, a playful glint on your eyes, before you turned around and hugged Jin again.

“You’re so sweet, thank you.” You placed a small kiss on his cheek, your lipstick tainting his skin. “Maybe you should stay, and we’ll ditch your brother.”

“I– “

“He’s leaving. Now.”

“Bye, Jin!”

Sukuna dragged his brother, pulling him to the main road that led back to the parking lot. He took out his keys, throwing them to Jin before snatching away his brother’s car keys.

“If there’s a scratch on her I’ll fucking kill you, you understand?” Sukuna warned his brother.

“Yeah.” His brother cleared his throat, making sure they were at a safe distance from you. “You know, it’s not the worst thing in the world if you do like her. She’s always been nice.”

Nice wouldn’t be the word that Sukuna would use to describe you.

“Whatever, just don’t crash my fucking bike.”

“I won’t.” Before turning away Jin called for your attention, his arm waving in the air. “You’re coming to Yuji’s birthday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

After one last menacing look from his older brother, Jin finally left. Sukuna had made a mental note of reminding Jin who the older brother was, even if it was just for a few minutes of difference.

“So, a picnic huh?” You teased and Sukuna wanted the earth to collapse right there and then.

“Jin’s idea.” He shrugged, grabbing a can of beer from the ground.

You sat down, crossing your legs in front of you as you settled down. “Oh yeah, it was his idea? Just like the flowers you got me?”

“Shut up.”

Why did he agree to this in the first place?

9:23 P.M

“... then all of the sudden Uraume bolts in the room and grabs me from the back of the neck, tossing me to the floor and I’m thinking ‘this is it, my life is about to end at thirteen all because I wanted to use a stupid pair of boots that stink and aren’t even that great’. Before they could even put a hand on me, I hooked my feet in the back of their leg and Uraume just straight up just collapses.”

“No fucking way you got them like that.” Sukuna half scoffed, half laughed, shaking his head at the thought of you overpowering Uraume.

As if.

You shoved him playfully. “I swear on my life, I don’t know why but that’s their Achilles point. Well, more like knee but you know what I mean.”

“So, you’re telling me you did the same thing to get them to back off my dick?”

“Pretty much.” You shrug. “I got on top of them, coughed up some phlegm and threatened them to get it on their face if they didn’t stop.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.” Sukuna laughed, his stomach hurting from the laughter the mental image of Uraume being defenseless brought to him. “No wonder they didn’t fucking told me what you did.”

“Let’s keep it a secret between us, pretty boy.”

“Fuck off, I told you not to call me that.”

You turned to him, eyelids half open as the alcohol relaxed your body. “But you are my pretty boy.”

That damn smirk made him want to choke you.

And kiss you.

“Tell me something.” You took another sip of your beer, a small drop falling from the corner of your lips. “Why are you doing all this?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

The question of the year. Why do all this? Why put any effort behind this? Why did the thought of another man touching brought an anger in him he couldn’t explain? Why did he care about you? Why did the thought of spending time with you made his heart race? Why did your touch bring a tenderness in him he wasn’t aware of its existence before?

He had no idea, yet he craved you with everything in him.

“I don’t know. Just trying to see what happens.” He grunted, his nonchalance being his refuge when he couldn’t even explain it to himself.

“Uh huh.” Unconvinced by his words, you moved closer to him, your arm almost touching his. “Wanna know what I think.”

“Not really.”

“I think you like me. A lot.”

Sukuna scoffed

“You wish.”

“And I think you want to date me.”

“Shut the fuck off.”

“And you want to know the worst part about it?”

You laid down on the floor, your eyes focused on the starts above you.

“What?”

You sighed. “I think I might want to date you too.”

Sukunas head snapped to you.

“I know, crazy.” You let out a small laugh, as if you were just now coming to that realization. “You’re violent, obnoxious, immature, selfish, a sociopath at times, a bigger slut than I am, you have a terrible way of dealing with things, at times I really wish I could strangle you so I would never have to see you again. And yet… I still like you. Enough to try at least.”

I still like you.

The words bounced around his brain as he tried to make sense of them. He knew what he was supposed to do, he should push back. Deny every crazy allegation, go deeper into the reasons why he would never like you, tell you about every logical point on why he could never date you. Your fear of relationship, your extensive list of sexual partners, the fact that you drove him insane and the fact that only you could enact so much rage off him with just a couple of looks.

He hated you.

He hated the way you made him feel.

He hated the space you had taken over in his thoughts.

He hated the space you had carved in his heart.

He hated everything about you but lately he couldn’t remember why he had started to hate you in the first place.

“God, I fucking hate you.” He said as he laid down with you, the toughness of the ground aligning his back.

You chuckled. “Ditto.”

Your hand found his, fingers entwining with his.

Sukunas eyes stayed on you, watching you admire the night sky. He could see every movement you made, the way your eyes focused on following the chain of stars, trying to find sense in the constellations up in the sky.

And right there and then, with the moonlight hitting your skin, Sukuna thought he never saw anything more beautiful.

His hands moved faster than he could control them, pulling your face to look at him. Your eyes widened in surprise, and he wondered if you could feel the same warmth he felt whenever he touched you. Judging the way your eyes softened, he thought you did.

His hand traveled to your neck, his fingertips barely connecting with your skin. Your eyes darkened, traveling back and forth from his lips back to his irises and Sukuna knew he was screwed.

He truly did like you.

Fuck, he might even…

No, he could only deal with one catastrophic realization a day. That could wait.

At least until tomorrow, when his mind and soul were stronger to fight of the truth.

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[cometconmain]

Personally, when I created the writeup I have on my blog giving a brief rundown of my blog in the description it was less of a "don't interact because I don't know how/refuse to use a block button" in the sense described here and more intended as what I originally thought a DNI was supposed to be:

"I don't tolerate actual bigoted behaviour so don't waste your time coming in here thinking we'll be friends only to spring some bigoted bullcrap on me later thinking that was a normal thing to believe/say/do. Don't waste your time and don't waste mine. Here's where I stand on these real life actual problem things so you can just bail if you're not ready to accept that. If you can't critically consume fictional media and don't have anything substantial to say in your critical consumption, I don't have time for you so save your breath and mine and go back to your purity cult. Also if you're under 18 this blog is not for you. I am an adult and don't wish to have minors running around pretending like we're all chill with having kids on a blog with adult-only content actually when I don't kmow you exist or haven't been told in some way that you shouldn't be here despite how clear I've made it that this is an adult-only space. Leave.

And if I find out you're any of these types of people I WILL be curating my internet experience by blocking you."

You know? There are different ways to use DNIs that aren't "fuck you no you put all the effort in to not expose me to you" and are instead intended more like "Hey look interact if you want but I'm warning you that you're wasting your time long term if you think you can be shitty to real life people right in front of my salad, so to save us both the hassle I'm leaving it up to you specifically because I have no idea you exist and can't block you until I do so feel free to take that first step since you know we won't gel and you know I exist while I have not yet had the displeasure."

That said, people definitely shouldn't put real life issues next to fandom preferences and gripes. It defangs serious real world issues by trying to take the fangs off them and slap them directly onto the fictional things to lend credence to them because the person doing it doesn't know how to express their discomfort well enough to feel heard about it/expect people to dismiss anything they say out of hand so they grab whatever closest thing from real world issues already considered serious which could kind of fit if you do a handstand and squint through a cloud of steam. Which has the opposite effect, because now people are (rightfully) angry at them for trivialising real world issues to make people treat their perspective on fictional media seriously.

If you know how to criticise media and/or make sure you know the difference between actually potentially harmful handling of a theme within fictional media vs something made you uncomfortable and you want to express it and feel heard as part of processing it but don't know how, then you probably won't feel as strong of - if any - need to play up what you have a problem with. Because a) you know how to express your position to get people to listen to you, b) don't need strangers on the internet to validate you to know you're right because you're versed in identifying and talking about how to fix this problem in media causing potential harm to a marginalised group or otherwise teaching potentially harmful perspectives and here's why... and c) you know when something is just bothering you personally and probably have some healthier copes for it, like ranting into the void on your own post without using any main fandom tags and/or ranting to your friends and/or writing fix-it fic and or- you get the gist.

The day we start doing more of that is the day this whole 'anti-shipper' and responding 'pro-shipper' thing will probably calm down a little bit.

i don't respect DNIs not in the sense i go out of my way to break them but in the sense that i don't respect DNIs as a concept and consider them to be something of a red flag in general.

i'm not sure how to explain it but it's the combination of usually putting very serious issues on the same level as fandom stuff, the fact that half the time people don't even know what they're against beyond 'the bad stuff' therefore even further watering these issues down, and the idea that other people are expected to manage your online existence for you.

there's a passiveness to it that i think is actually a problem and it does not surprise me in the slightest that people with DNIs tend to view what media they consume as activism. do you get what i'm saying.

[f1fantasys]

Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 3.

Summary - You meet Lando..and Magui, plus an old friend. Sooo, I did a thing.... I've made FE's Mitch Evans a Neom McLraren driver for this!!

Warnings - 18+ minors DNI, smut, p in v sex, ANGST

Part 1. Part 2.

You loved love him.

The thought came rushing through your mind as a memory popped up on your phone. A selfie you'd taken in a hot tub the night after the Las Vegas race. You were sitting on Lando's lap, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso while his lips were planting a kiss on your temple, the both of your smiling widely like two small kids.

Your heart ached at how he moved on from you without so much as a pause. Hell, he moved on before ending what ever it was you had going on.

For the longest time, you denied your mind and heart from leaning on the L word. But now, you owed it to yourself to accept feeling the way felt, but also to heal each day and let those feelings go. You had no other choice.

Since that picture, your socials were filled with new pictures everyday, so you willed yourself not to go on your phone, and rather concentrate on how the hell you were going to get through tomorrow night at the event.

As much as you wanted to back out, it was your job, and you loved it. You weren't going to let him get in the way of it.

You flew into London this morning, going straight into a briefing with all the details for tomorrow. McLaren were hosting a gala for their sponsors and you were to host the evening, as well as chat/interview a few of the team. Lando included.

As you were making notes of what questions to ask, your mind drifted off to a time before Lando and yourself had started fucking, when he was still messing around with her.

Lando and Magui. They always had a flirty banter going on, though their personalities were miles off each other. You often used to think why Lando would associate himself with someone like her, normally he wouldn't give the time of day to people like that. But with her he was enthralled. But, for the sake of your budding friendship with Lando, you made an effort with her. You got zero in return though. Minus even. She tret you like trash. She actually tret everyone in your friends circle like trash. So no one was really a fan of hers. They fucked around a few times, until Lando started seeing her for who she was, when he abruptly stopped leading her on. Not even a month later and he was jumping into bed with you. And now after everything that's happened, for him to go back to her heart you all the more.

You weren't gonna let yourself dwell on that though. You had things to do, still having to pick out a dress to wear.

Deciding on a black gown that had a slit on one side, with two massive bows, you knew you looked hot. You finished off your makeup before making your way downstairs to get your ride to the venue of the event.

But the night couldn't have started without the universe playing tricks on you.

Fuck me, you thought to yourself when you saw who stepped into the elevator on your way down.

Fuck me, and what the fuck.

Them, hand in hand, looking like the perfect couple.

You seriously wanted the ground to open up and take you in because when Lando's eyes landed on yours, they darkened, as he shamelessly let them roam your body, spending a second too long on your cleavage.

You breath hitched, til her head poked out from behind him and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss to which he responded earnestly, immediately thrusting his tongue into her mouth as they both battled for dominance, his hands groping her ass.

You forced yourself to look away, block out the noises coming from them as the elevator seemed to be taking forever.

Was this really what it had come to? Having to endure the fact that you ex-friend-ex-fuckbuddy-ex-whatever and his new girl were all over each other not even two steps away from you? That the guy you fell in love with doesn't even respect you enough to at least greet you, let alone put on a whole PDA show with the girl he left you for right in front of your eyes. You swore your heart was beating out of your chest, tears threatening to spill at any moment though you willed yourself not to let them.

After what felt like forever, you finally reached ground floor. As soon as the doors opened you made a bee line for the hotel entrance, noticing your car already waiting for you.

You tried to calm your racing heart, finally letting the tears flow as you sobs silently into your hands, allowing yourself a few minutes to wallow before putting on a brave face, fixing your makeup, and getting in to the right headspace for tonight. You were at work, and you'd give it 110% even if your heart was breaking.

Once the event started you were too busy to even think about Lando, let alone dwell on the fact that Magui's eyes were glued to you practically since they'd stepped into the conference room.

You'd handled the stage perfectly, and now it was time for the interviews. You went through Zak, Andrea, Oscar, and now it was time for Lando. Very few people had known about your relationship with Lando, so to everyone, especially the public, it was an innocent interview.

Goosebumps rose on your skin as you announced his name, breath hitching when he walked onto the stage looking deliriously handsome, and when his eyes locked with yours, you were sure your legs were about to give way, feeling like jelly so you quickly took your seat as he took his.

Your first question to him, as with everyone else, was how he was.

He gave you the biggest smile, ''I'm great.'' he started. Then his face turned to crowd, searching... for someone? when his smile returned, looking back at you. ''I'm doing really good.''

You willed yourself to overlook the fact that it was Magui whom he found in the crowd. He was doing really good because of her.

With a poker face, you continued with the interview, asking him questions about the team, his car, the rest of the season, what his plans were for the summer break. You learned he was going to ''Dubai with my closest people.''

You ignored the ache in your heart as the interview finished and it was now time for dinner and drinks. Your part of the night was over.

Deciding you needed a drink, you headed to the bar with one of the McLaren interns that you'd become friendly with. Busy chatting away and your eyes caught onto someone walking towards you that you knew all too well.

Mitch Evans.

You'd hooked up with him a handful of times a few years ago, the one 'relationship' where there were no strings, just lots of fun. He was good company and though you'd kept in touch over the years, you hadn't slept with him in over 2.

''Hello stranger'' he said, leaning in to kiss your cheeks and give you a quick hug.

''Hellooo Mr FE!'' you squealed as he ordered a round of shots for you both. He'd just won the championship last weekend, and you were honestly so happy for him.

Just as you started chatting and catching up after downing your shots, his team principle pulled him away to go talk to some sponsors. His eyes told you he'd be back as you giggled back at him.

Not 30 seconds later and another familiar figure slid into his placed. You couldn't help but scoff internally as her eyes bore into yours. But you bit back, and greeted her.

''Hey'' you said softly, taking a sip of your drink which you wished was stronger.

She skipped a greeting in return. ''You couldn't even wait a few weeks after Lando and I broke up last time before you jumped into bed with him. I though you'd have more respect for him and for yourself'' she spat.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the words she threw at you, and you didn't hold back. ''Umm, last I checked, you guys didn't break up because you weren't even dating, and, he jumped into my bed, so you can't exactly call me out'' you responded.

Her face fell. ''Well, whatever. I have him now. So back off.''

''Back off? I litera-''

You were cut off by Lando coming to stand my Magui, wrapping his arms around her waist. ''What's going on?'' he asked, pecking her temple.

You took a deep breath while Magui smirked at you. ''Nothing baby, just catching up'' she sweetly said, pulling him in for a kiss''

You scoffed again as you watched them before turning your head to look around the room. It didn't go unnoticed by Lando so he broke their kiss and turned his head to you?

''What the hell?'' he asked.

''What?'' you said, surprised by his question.

You noticed an anger in his eyes, you'd seen it often, though directed at others, not at yourself.

You instinctively took a step back. ''Seriously, why the fuck can't you be happy for me? I've found someone, and I'm in love. Thought as my friend that's the least you could do'' his words tore through you.

It's not that you weren't happy for him..It was just that you needed to mend your heart first and foremost.

''I-''

''You what?'' he said, stepped closer, and you noticed a few people turn their heads in your direction at the rise in his voice.

You cleared your throat, taking in the sight of a smirking Magui behind him, and a furious Lando before you. ''I'm not doing this right now'' you murmured as you turned on your heel and walked to the door.

You took a few deep breaths as the fresh air hit your face, the corners of your eyes already stinging with unshed tears as you walked towards the benches by the lake.

Just as you sat down, you heard footsteps approach you, and of course when you looked up to see who it was, it was Lando. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, anger still evident on his face.

You couldn't stand him at the moment. This wasn't the man you knew. ''Save it, Lando'' you said, not in the mood to listen to whatever he was about to go on about.

This time he chuckled, stepping closer to you. ''Why?'' he asked.

''Why what?''

''Why haven't you even bothered to get friendly with Magui too? She's a part of me now, so you get us both or nothing at all''

''What?''

''Yeah''

''Well, considering she's a narcissistic bitch, I'm good where I am, thanks'' you threw at him, gaining confidence from the alcohol in you.

''Okay'' he said, nodding his head. ''You've lost me then..you've lost my friendship, everything. We're done.''

You looked at him, the sadness so evident in your eyes. ''I lost you 2 weeks ago Lando...And about earlier, I am happy for you. I'm just broken for myself..''

With that, you got back and sobbed to yourself as you ordered an uber to take you back to the hotel. You'd truly lost Lando for good now.

As soon as you got back you took a long bath, washing away all the negativity from the night. Your eyes were red shot as you looked at yourself in the mirror, doing your night time skin routine while letting a few tears slip down your cheeks.

You'd just put your robe on when there was a knock at the door.

Odd for someone to be here now, you thought to yourself as you dodged the peephole and opened the door immediately.

Despite all the sadness tonight bought, you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you.

Mitch with a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses, sheepish smile.

''I come with reinforcements'' he said, showing off those beautiful dimples of his.

You smile lasted all but 30 seconds before the tears started again, and within seconds he put the contents of his hands on the floor and pulled you in for a tight hug.

You sobbed into his arms as his hands combed through your wet hair.

''You're okay'' he said, calming you down until your sobs subsided.

Eventually you let him in, and you were grateful he was able to distract you for a while, telling you how the Formula E season was going.

''I saw what happened. Do you wanna talk about it?'' he subtly asked.

''Not really.'' you said, knowing he wouldn't push you, and he didn't. So the rest of the night, or early morning by now, was spent with easy conversation until he suggested to call it a night.

''Stay? Please'' you asked, also knowing he'd never think of it as you 'using' him but rather him being there for you. It was just how your friendship worked. You could trust each other whole heartedly.

''Of course, let me grab some clothes from my room quickly.''

While you waited you laid on your side of the bed and scrolled your phone, and eventually he came back, stripping himself of his tshirt leaving him in just his shorts.

You couldn't help but linger your eyes at his toned abs, a wetness already pooling at your core as your mind went back to all the times you'd fucked.

''Like what you see?'' he asked, smirking, though adjust the bulge in his shorts.

''Very'' you said, watching him slip into bed next to you.

''Come here'' he said, ushering you to side side and you rested your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around you.

You stayed silent as the room went dark and all that was heard was your two soft breaths.

Your mind needed an urgent distraction from Lando and you made a note to thank Mitch tomorrow for sticking around.

After a while, it was clear you wouldn't be sleeping easily tonight, and you were sure whether Mitch was awake or not. You shuffled your body slightly, the heat in your core growing eager by the second, so as discreetly as you could, you rubbed your thighs together.

''Fuck y/n, you're making it very hard not to do anything right now''

''So do something'' you said quickly, too quickly for your liking.

''You need to sleep. It's been a long night'' he said, running a hand through your hair again.

You smacked his chest playfully before removing yourself from his hold and facing your back to him, knowing it was only a matter of time until he'd break.

And he did. In no time Mitch's hands were wrapping around you again, sliding through the string on your gown.

Your body responded immediately, goosebumps raising on your skin as his hand palmed your breasts, tugging on your nipples as you let out a desperate moan.

''Please'' you begged, and finally his hands wandered down to your cunt. You heard his breath hitch when he realized you weren't wearing any panties, sliding his fingers through your folds as you clenched around nothing.

''So fucking wet'' he all but growled, but as if a flip switched in him, he pulled back.

You were about to protest when you looked back to see him reach for someone on the table by his bedside. You heard the rustle of foil before smiling to yourself and turning around again.

Mitch eventually settled behind you again, his thick girth resting against your back as his fingers found your core again, wasting no time in sliding two through you.

''Oh, god, yes'' you panted as he thrust his fingers in and out of you at a relentless pace.

''Just opening you up for me, yeah?'' he asked, his thick New Zealand accent turning you on even more.

''Uh huh'' you managed, already gushing your cum all over him as you came with a guttural moan.

He withdrew his hand and licked his fingers clean of your juices, moaning at the taste of you.

''You sure?'' he asked.

''Please'' you begged as he finally pushed in with a single hard thrust.

You held your breath, your walls clenched around him painfully as you spread your legs further to allow him to go deeper.

''Fucking hell'' he whispered as he started moving in and out of your cunt, deep, hard, raw strokes, filling you to the brink.

''Mitch, fuck, please'' you begged some more, already feeling another orgasm building up.

''Not gonna last long, you're so fucking tight'' he said, his hands finding your clit and tugging at it.

It wasn't even a few seconds after that you were cumming again, your juices coating his condom-clad dick that only made him speed up his movements, desperate for his own release.

''Shit'' Mitch groaned as he spilled his seed into the condom, cock twitching as he bought you to another orgasm that had your body shaking in his arms.

You both layed still, slowing your breath and calming your shuddering bodies down as the cool air was blowing on sweat that had built up. You shivered as he pulled out slowly, hissing at the loss of contact before he pulled the covers up to warm you up.

He disposed of the condom and within minutes you both were fast asleep.

You woke up in the morning, your mind spiraling with how last night unfolded.

Lando, Magui, Mitch, Lando, Mitch, alcohol, sex, Lando, Mitch. Fuck.

Mitch stirred behind you as you gently turned your body around to face him. You couldn't help how angelic he looked. But very quickly, your mind drifted back to how the mornings with Lando looked. You missed them. Missed him. But now you had no choice but to move on from him.

Involuntarily, Mitch pulled your closer and when you giggled, his eyes flew open, also coming to senses of where he was and who he was with.

He smiled back at you. ''Good morning'' he mumbled.

''Morning'' you said, cuddling to his side again.

''Thank you for last night.'' you whispered, pecking his chest.

''It's no worries. It's like that with us right, always thee for each other without the risk of..complicating things'' he said softly, obviously referring to your situation with Lando.

''Always'' you said, leaning up on your elbow to look at him.

He pulled you down to lock lips in a slow but deep, lingering kiss. Tongues battling each other as you moved to straddle his hips.

Just as you started grinding down on him, a loud knock of your door startled you.

But choosing to ignore it, you continued with your actions until the knocking became persistent. v

With a huff, you climbed off him and slid his tshirt on your naked body, with it being long enough to just about cover your pussy.

He watched you with hooded eyes, a cheeky smile playing at his lips as you carelessly skipped the peephole again and opened the door with a pep in your step.

That pep was short lived though. There stood Lando, his eyes immediately traveling down your body to take your barely-covered pussy and legs in.

Behind you, Mitch shot up, redirecting Lando's eyes from you to him.

Your world froze. This really couldn't be happening, could it? Your eyes glued to Lando who was now looking at you with disgust.

''Lando'' you whispered, your heart shattering for the millionth time in the last month.

''Mmm, yeah, got it'' he said, deep British accent coming through.

A/N - hope you all enjoyed this twist!! Let me know what you think.

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[loafysainz]

The Royal Game | LN 4

lando norris!polo athlete x princess!reader

warn: mdni, lil bit smut, obsession

minor do not read it!

Royal Windsor Cup Final – one of the most prestigious polo tournaments in England, attended by royals and high society.

Y/N knew she shouldn’t have come. She had every excuse in the world to skip, but skipping wasn’t an option when you were literally required to show up. Royals didn’t do last-minute cancellations unless they wanted to end up on some scandalous newspaper cover.

Y/N hated this event. Well, not the event itself, but the fact that he was there.

But, here she was. Sitting front row, watching Lando Norris—golden boy of polo, the center of attention, and the one person she had been desperately avoiding for the past three months.

She hated him. Well—not hate-hate, but hate in the way where she couldn’t stand the way he looked at her. Like he owned her. Like he had every right to.

All because of that one night. One reckless night, a night she should’ve never let happen, he had become... obsessed. Not in the cute, romantic way.

He wasn’t obsessed-obsessed—okay, maybe he was. Threatening her every time she ignored him, showing up where she least expected, sending flowers, notes, even slipping past security once.

And now, here she was, sitting in the royal box, pretending to be invested in the match while Y/N sucked in a breath, keeping her focus locked on the field. Lando was good. Annoyingly good. He rode like he was born in the saddle, his mallet connecting with the ball effortlessly, scoring point after point while the crowd roared. His confidence was unbearable.

And he knew she was watching.

Because every time he scored, he’d look up—straight at her.

Fuck.

When the match ended, Y/N wasted no time. Get up, smile, clap, and leave. That was the plan. Except—Lando had other ideas.

Avoid. Avoid. Avoid. She repeated in her head, dodging past the after-party crowd, sliding into the powder room like her life depended on it.

She took a deep breath, staring at her reflection. Five minutes. Just five minutes and he’ll be gone.

The door creaked open.

She stiffened. Another guest, probably.

Except—wrong.

Because when she turned around, Lando fucking Norris was standing there, blocking the door, his face completely unreadable.

“Lando—”

He stepped forward. She stepped back.

“This is the ladies’ room,” she said, voice smaller than she wanted it to be.

Lando tilted his head. “And you think I give a fuck?”

Shit. His voice was low. Dangerous.

She swallowed. “You can’t be in here—”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He took another step, eyes dark. Not playful. Not teasing. Just pissed. “Ignoring me like that? Pretending I don’t exist?”

Y/N’s heart dropped.

“You’re insane,” she whispered.

Lando chuckled, dark and humorless. “And you’re fucking delusional if you think I’ll let you keep running from me.”

He was in front of her now, hands braced on either side of her against the sink, caging her in.

Too close. Too much.

Y/N exhaled sharply. “You need to back off.”

Lando smirked. “Make me.”

Her fingers curled into fists. “I mean it, Lando. Whatever this is—it’s not happening.”

Silence.

And then, he laughed.

A slow, amused chuckle, like she’d just told him the funniest joke in the world.

Y/N’s breath hitched when his fingers suddenly tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

“I told you,” he murmured, way too close. “I don’t like to be ignored.”

Then he kissed her.

No warning. No hesitation. Just his lips crashing against hers like he had every fucking right to.

And maybe—just maybe—she let him. Just for a second. Just long enough to feel it.

The desperation. The frustration. The fucking obsession.

His hands were gripping her waist now, tighter than they should. The heat between them was suffocating, electric.

She gasped against his lips, and he took advantage of it, deepening the kiss, like he needed to prove something. Like he needed to remind her exactly who she was dealing with.

Y/N pushed at his chest. He didn’t move.

“Lando—”

“I don’t care,” he growled. “I don’t care how long you avoid me. You’re mine.”

I will add the explicit scene later, and the warning will also be updated. Happy reading hope u like it!! 🤍

[dafterdarling]

rivals make the best lovers // aitana bonmati

aitana bonmati x chelsea!reader

warnings: very minor smut, heavy petting in public, kissing and swearing at each other, toxic until it's not

A/N: have no clue how to feel about this but i'd rather post it than let it rot in the drafts :)

summary: it started after the champions league semis and now neither of you seem to be able to stop it

word count: 2995

It all started after the semi-finals of the Champions League, when you'd lost even though you'd played a great game and had previously drawn with Barca on their home soil.

"What the fuck was that!" You growl as you slam your hand down on the wall in front of you.

In theory, you played a great game. Created chances upon chances, broke down Barca's midfield to the best of your abilities and nearly scored on several occasions.

But football isn't an individual sport.

So, here you are, not going into the final of the Champions League because Barca has dominated you once again. It wasn't surprising, not when they had two ballon d'or winners in their midfield and even though you had one under your belt, it had not changed much.

You have your hands balled at your sides when someone touches your shoulder. You whip around- you had very clearly stated that you wanted to be left alone.

Your teammates had let you go, knowing it was a typical occurrence after losing a big game like the one you had today.

Yet, it wasn't one of your teammates you were met with but Aitana Bonmati, holding her hand out like she wanted to shake yours.

You gaze at her sharply. Things between the two of you aren't exactly the friendliest, not after the ballon d'or win that the media thinks you stole from her and definitely not after the match you had just played.

You'd tried to mark her all game but someone that small and fast is easy to lose when you have two other players in midfield with the same shirts on.

After some mental gymnastics, you take her hand in a very sweaty shake that lasts about five seconds.

Five seconds of you staring into her eyes as she looks back at you. You've never really had a good chance to look at her without her running away from you in the middle of a high stakes game.

It's now that you realise, even as visible sweat runs down her forehead, that she's quite... beautiful. Her eyes are just the right colour of brown that you can see all the intricate details of them and you can tell she has a dimple on the left side of her face.

It makes your face feel hot all of a sudden but you chalk it up to your body still being hot after running for 90 minutes.

"You play good," She compliments you but you aren't convinced it's from a place of admiration yet that snaps you out of your daze either way.

You scoff, "You're one slimy fucking bugger to catch,"

You mean it as a joke (you think you do but aren't too sure.) Aitana, on the other hand, doesn't really understand.

"What-" She's about to ask what that means, you're sure of it but you've decided that you've had enough of her bothering you.

You fist the front of her Barca shirt, purposefully putting your hand on the logo but she doesn't need to know that. She gasps slightly but then immediately furrows her brows, matching whatever mood you've just set.

Her hands snap onto your forearms and you are suddenly thankful that there is no one else in the corridor because you lean forwards to kiss her.

You'd felt the tension build all game and you were sure that she had felt it too. Every corner when she'd been pressed up against you or when you'd tug her shirt a little to stop her from getting to the ball first.

The kiss, if you could even call it that, is all teeth and tongue. Desperate is what you'd say it is; as if Aitana had the last bit of oxygen on this planet and you were trying to take it from her.

Your tongue traces her teeth as her grip on your forearms gets tighter and then she bites down on your lip hard enough to make you bleed a little. It makes you exhale all your breath into her mouth as you suddenly fell light headed.

You pull away for air and you stare at her as you feel the blood flow down your lip. She looks like a vision, hair stuck to her forehead and lips red with what you assume is a mix of your blood and spit, you don't care because when she leans in a moment later, you are all for her new lipstick.

It's your shirt that she's fisting now, taking the now off-white shirt and balling it up as she pulls you down to run her tongue along the roof of your mouth. It makes you moan a little louder than you'd like but you're too far gone now.

While she's occupied with that, you take the opportunity to slide your hands under her shirt, making her shiver at the cool touch. One of your hands traces the curve of her back while the other is pressed to her hard abs.

She lets out little moans every so often into your mouth as you run your hands down her front, it makes you smirk with victory.

That smirk is wiped off when you hear a clatter in the distance and she stops kissing you abruptly. The footsteps get loud until they reach around the corner and Aitana pounces away from you, trying to build an acceptable amount of distance between the two of you.

It turns out to be Lucy.

"Hey, there you are-" She stops mid sentence when she sees the state of you.

Your lip was still bleeding, the blood now half way down your chin and Aitana's shirt looks a little ruffled from where you'd pushed it up. It doesn't look like you were having a friendly chat.

Lucy laughs, "Hope you too weren't having a scrap before I got here,"

You know Lucy from England camps but you aren't close, you hang out in different circles and she's quite a bit older than you so you hope this won't be a topic of discussion at your next camp.

Or the Barcelona changing room when Lucy and Aitana make it back.

You take a moment to wipe the blood off your chin before brushing past Lucy, carefully making sure that you don't look at Aitana because if you did; it would be hard to stop again.

"Bronzey, you know I ain't that bad," You try to play it off and Lucy seems to believe it since she's laughing along.

You don't say anything else, instead you walk back to the changing room hoping no one will ask you where you were.

The next time you see Aitana Bonmati is August at a pre-season friendly, that makes your blood boil and heart tighten.

The game is hard, as you'd expect with Barcelona. You manage to make it level by dribbling past Mapi and put the ball in the back of the net which gave you satisfaction but also the strength not to break down over Aitana's goal that made them level.

You run into Aitana in the bathrooms after the game, this time it's not in your kits but fully showered. Dressed in issued clothes from your respective teams.

She looks beautiful in the Barca team issue tracksuit and you feel the urge to actually take her to dinner instead of fumbling around in the bathroom.

Before you can make a decision, Aitana practically jumps on you the second the door to the stall she pushes you into closes. Her hands are on your shoulders as she presses you against the cool tile of the bathroom.

You shiver but you don't know whether it's because she's here now, eyes filled with angry lust or just because the AC is on. You pick the AC because you don't want to give her that kind of power over you.

"Freak," You chuckle when she narrows her eyes at you.

"Slut,"

Your teeth clash in a kiss that you groan into, your hands immediately fly to her waist, searching for the waistband of her tracksuit. Her lips go to your neck, biting and lapping the sensitive skin there and your hands dip into the waistband.

It's then that the door to the bathroom opens and slams shut.

"Shit, stand on the toilet," You tell her in a quick whisper and she does so, crouching on the toilet so the other person doesn't notice that there's two people in a singular stall.

It takes a few more minutes before the two of you are alone again. You turn to face her, she's still crouched on the toilet and you can't help but laugh.

"You're crazy, Bonmati, I didn't know you were such a bad girl,"

You push her down so she's sitting on the toilet instead of crouching on it and you straddle her. Your arms wrap around her shoulder and hers go to your waist.

It's all a bit awkward since she's much smaller than you are but you choose to ignore this and lean down to trace the shell of her ear with your tongue.

She lets out a shallow gasp as your tongue explores her ear before moving on to the side of her neck.

"My house?" You ask.

Aitana nods frantically, "Si-"

You immediately tug her out of the bathroom and turn towards her, looking a little more flustered than you want to be but it's too late now.

"Meet me in the parking lot, it's the black Ford, okay?"

"Si, si,"

You laugh and shake your head, it's all she seems to be able to say right now but instead of dragging this conversation out you head to the now mostly empty changing room to gather your things.

Thankfully, the only people in there are in the showers so you avoid any questions as you pack your things and head out.

You make it to your car and notice that Aitana is already waiting by the beat up vehicle, looking impatient and needy.

"You took too long,"

You shrug and unlock the car to shove your things and hers inside the trunk before slamming it shut and getting in the driver's seat.

Aitana slips into the passenger's side and her mouth is immediately on yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth when you moan. You suddenly wish that your house was closer to the stadium but it isn't so you pinch at her side, making her squeak and let you go.

"Merda- do not stop,"

You cut her off, "You're one needy fuck but if you wanna make it to the house, I have to drive us there,"

She rolls her eyes and sits back to fasten her seatbelt.

"Brat," You mumble under your breath and if Aitana hears it, she doesn't make it known.

The drive is mostly silent, only the radio plays quietly and you find yourself relaxing which is not something you tend to do with people you find yourself sleeping with.

You decide not to think about that and instead lay your free hand across Aitana's thigh, inching closer to her each time you move your hand.

You can feel her breath get heavier when you put your palm over her whilst you drive through the surprisingly empty streets.

"Shit..please, come on-" She whines out and you smirk.

You pull your hand away and are pleased when she looks displeased.

"Fuck you," She fires out and you laugh.

Eventually, you make it to your apartment. You park the car in the parking garage and fumble in the elevator a bit, your hands reaching into Aitana's underwear for a brief moment and hers pulling your hair hard.

"Fuck,"

You unoccupied hand files to her wrist, trying to pry her off your hair whilst circling her clit with your other hand. She moans and her grip only gets stronger.

"Let go, you little gremlin," You gasp out when she pulls on your hair again.

Then you notice that she's smirking and you let go of her wrist to grip her face.

"What's so funny, huh?"

She pulls your hair back hard making you tilt your head and you can't help but moan.

"Just you, carino," She giggles.

Not soon after the elevator dings and you are forced to break apart so that you can walk to your apartment.

It's small and modestly furnished, you'd normally give a tour to new friends but Aitana isn't a friend and you don't have the time for tours.

So instead you push you up against the door and get on your knees, loving the needy look on her face.

The morning after hits you like a bus. You wake up feeling every muscle in your body and the memories of last night are vivid in your mind but you also notice that the space next to you is now empty.

You groan and turn over, you hadn't been expecting her to stay but you secretly hoped she would.

A few minutes later you tumble out of bed and into the kitchen where a note hangs on the fridge.

'Thanks, baby, see you next time ;)'

The spelling is horrible and the winky face makes you want to throw it into the bin and forget this whole thing ever happened but instead you put it on the counter and re-read it a few times. Just for good measure but also to calm your heart.

You see Aitana a couple of times over since then and before the end of the year.

The first is the Ballon d'or ceremony in October.

After the awards and Aitana's expected Ballon d'or win, you end up in bed with her sleeping soundly next to you.

The night had been just as tiring as it had been pleasurable, yet you could not seem to fall asleep. Instead, you stare at Aitana's back, admiring the form in the moonlight of the slightly open curtains.

You reach out and trace down her back, fingertips lightly grazing her skin and only briefly stop when she stirs.

Over the past few months, you had realised that as much as she frustrated and annoyed you, she also brought you the most comfort you had felt in a while.

You shuffle forwards to wrap your arms around her waist and bury your face in her neck, it's not long after that sleep finds you and you no longer have to think about whatever this is.

You wake up to an empty bed and a note: 'Thank you for the celebration, until next time, my darling ;)'

Her spelling had not gotten better and the winky face still annoyed you but you fold it up anyways and add it to the other one when you get back home.

Your heart still aches like it had at night and you wonder whether this is all worth it.

The next few times you see her you begin to realise that somewhere this whole thing turned into something else without you even knowing.

You meet in Barcelona frequently now, with you staying at Aitana's apartment more than any hotel.

But the strangest part is that it's no longer about just sex- instead you go out on walks along the beach and talk about anything but football till the sun sets and it gets dark.

She cooks for you and you sometimes help when she lets you, you do your laundry with hers at her house when you stay for a few days and it turns so domestic so quickly.

The harsh kisses turn into slow make outs on the sofa with Friends playing in the background and ignore all the feelings you have just to spend that little bit longer with her.

Yet, all good things come to an end and Barcelona flights become few and far between when the season starts up again after winter break.

So you learn to savour whatever you can get.

It's a January evening the next time you see Aitana.

You have your arms wrapped around her as she's sprawled out across the sofa watching some Spanish show that you don't understand so instead you watch her.

You've made this a habit, watching her when she's not looking, trying to memorise each feature of her face and you know it's not quite what you class as causal.

"What?" Aitana snaps you out of your daydream.

"Nothing," You try to brush her off.

"Tell me," She insists and you feel yourself getting closer to breaking.

"Really, it's nothing-"

"I want to know,"

You sigh, this was probably a long time coming and you should have said it when whatever this 'thing' with Aitana started to become more and more.. different than what it began as.

"When did this stop being casual?"

Aitana snaps her head to you but doesn't say anything so you continue.

"When did we start to basically... live together in the off season? What are we doing when, Aitana?"

She doesn't respond and you sigh because you know you're a fool to expect anything else when this is all it probably was.

You try to stand so you can leave but she grabs a hold of your wrist.

"I.. I don't know but... I- I do not want to stop this,"

You sigh because that's all you can do as she continues.

"I miss you... when you are gone.. and- and I do not want to end this, I want you.. a lot and always- I like- us,"

You want to smile but instead you lean forwards to capture Aitana's lips and you feel her smile instead.

A label wasn't what you were after, it was the confirmation that she needed this as much as you.

You realise when you settle on the sofa with her laying on top of you with that same show in the background. That maybe love is found in the strangest of circumstances and maybe, just maybe, rivals do make the best lovers?

[takes1]

ur blog is so pretty...

if you are okay with it, do you have any headcanons bout what type or p0rn the Karasuno boys would watch? 🌹

what type of p*rn would the karasuno team watch?

warnings. heavy nsfw under the cut. minors DNI

characters. suga. daichi. asahi. tsukki. kageyama. hinata. nishinoya. tanaka. yamaguchi. details. lots of kink discussion - just about anything you can think of

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

suga९᠀ - likes a good storyline video. loves a bad one. shitty acting gets him laughing, and he needs every chance he can get to feel as though he isn't sinning. won't say no to an amateur flick, but he likes the structure of 4k videos, and is a suuuucker for the 'oiled up' aesthetic.

asahi९᠀ - buddy has a rampant size kink that doesn't get much of an outlet. downside: most videos that cater to this are not what he wants, because of the unavoidable infantilization in most of them. so he opts for amateur vids with bigger guys turning out their smaller girlfriends, wives; extra props if there's some real, organic dirty talk, or if it happens to be super low-quality.

daichi९᠀ - has no shame about his oral fixation. face fucking. deepthroat. he's got any video with some lucky dude getting good head memorized by the title and the preview. his favorites are either: when the guy stays hands-off and silent, or when she takes a load down her throat. not much in between.

tsukishima ९᠀ - is a filthy animal with a porn addiction. will watch/has watched just about everything under the sun. he had a bukkake faze, a gangbang faze, but is now proudly serving his bdsm faze with specific interest in femdoms. shiny, black heels get him hard in an instant. has done the tried-and-true bdsm questionnaire in his spare time and does heaps of research on the community, usually as a pregame to jerking off.

kageyama ९᠀ - no particular preferences. but if he's got a crush on somebody, he will strictly watch lookalikes. it wasn't a conscious habit at first, but after the third time it happened, he couldn't articulate any other reason to look up seven descriptors in the search bar and get 0 results. how well/quickly he gets off is based on how well the actor or subject looks his crush. it's a long endeavor, too. he edges for as long as he can, and almost always does it twice.

hinata ९᠀ - can't watch porn long enough to build any strong preferences. has sensitivity/premature ejaculation issues, so he tends to just listen to whatever video he landed on. this has opened more of a pipeline to nsfw audios, instead. loves the sound of two bodies coming together, especially all the little pants and huffs in a video that aren't faked. has gotten insanely good at being able to tell if it's fake, too.

nishinoya ९᠀ - doesn't watch videos; similar problem to hinata. instead, yuu buys physical hentai novels. big fan of monster-fucking. tentacle stuff is a staple in his readable porn. he guards his collection with his life and would sooner lose a limb than have anybody go near the shelf that he keeps them hidden behind. once, asahi stood too close during a sleepover and -naturally- yuu bit him as a distraction, just to get him away from the area.

tanaka ९᠀ - wlw videos. solo-girl vids. he can't stand to watch something with a guy in it. it's huge turn-off, especially when the dude is too loud, or in the way, too soft, or straight-up ugly. learned to love the slow, women-catered stuff that's 40 minutes long and has plot to follow. also picked up a lot of tongue tricks from these vids, too. (congrats, kiyoko!)

yamaguchi ९᠀ - mmf threesomes. i think ya'll know what i'm getting at, here. either he 1: is poly and doesn't know it, 2: is gay and doesn't know it, 3: is genuinely very enticed by the idea of overstimulating a gorgeous girl, OR 4: can't see himself as enough for a potential partner, and this might be a subconscious way of evading that insecurity.

notes. i'm very sorry to any who were looking for ennoshita, kinoshita, or narita. i tried, but genuinely couldn't get anything going for any of them. they all seem like nice guys, but there's no material that i can properly make nasty.

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco

links. my masterlist. requests open.

[blubunz]

YAP SESSION 3

— RE chars in general x gn! reader

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: Sex. Just casual stuff nothing crazy. RE characters includes: Leon , Carlos, Ashley, Jill, Chris, Ada, Luis. Claire is mentioned but I don't write anything horny abt her.

A/N: I have a hunch I'm actually gonna be sick un,, not feeling so great. This is just what j think if it's based on normal stuff like no fucked up messed up situations whatever, just casual lovers making love and what they like.

Consensual.

Ok now that's out of the way, I have some preference in minds, obvi they're purely just my opinions.

Leon is like, the guy who swings with whatever you want. Rough? Yeah. He'll go feral. Gentle? Ok. He'll be so sweet, even moan for you I'd you want to hear them, in which most of the readers in my fic would love. Most of the time it's just you, you, you. Him asking you what you want. Princess treatment or absolutely feral, he doesn't have one in mind, he's just on board with whatever you want and if you don't say anything, he'll ask you what you want anyway while kissing your cheeks so sweetly.

Carlos,, grhfrgrhgrh, he's so bite-able. I think he's the soft type. Like, he can be rough, but most times, he chooses not to if you don't specify anything. He absolutely loves seeing you just getting satisfied and happy, so yes, he'd go rough if that's what you want, just not without you saying. Even when you did something bad, or if you hit him when youre on top, he'd just melt and cradle you in his arms, kissing you, and you two would have some cuddle-fuck session. In my mind, Carlos is very emotional and sentimental in his love life. I can ramble on about the same thing over and over, how he's an absolute king in showering you with too much affection.

Slapping? You're into that, but Carlos is scared of hurting you. Bondage? He doesn't want to see ropes burn into your skin, the only thing should be on your body are his marks and hickies.

So anyways, his biggest turn-on is seeing you getting so, so satisfied. This might make him indulge in overstimulation however, he keeps making you cum and seeing your brain melting after each orgasm. That's right, you don't have to think, just be happy of what Carlos is giving you — pure love and affection.

I don't get much thoughts fron other characters in a sexual way, but I'll think about it like rn. Both Leon and Carlos are hot to me so obvi they're like,, um, long, and,, the first ones I write about.

I think Ashley would be some vanilla stuff, and if you two both try to go into some kinky stuff, things just gets awkward because both of you never really know how to do it professionally, and then you two would just laugh and watch a movie.

Jill is like,, ohmygod,, she's so ourhrorhrirug. The Jill in my mind is like, into the casual stuff, but she prefers handling you as well. She mainly wants to see every once of your reaction so mind you usually sex with Jill will never be a quickie, she doesn't do it slow, but rather she just does a lot of things to finally let you go.

For Claire. No, idk, I never think of her in that way and when i think about it now,nothing comes to mind. I love her character! I just don't associate her with these horny stuff so no.

Chris, big beef guy, I like him too! I think he'd enjoy handling you like Jill. Ok, so he's be like, usually, dominant and rough, hed praise you though, but hes very rough, and he enjoys using his strength to let you know who's in charge. but like, you can put him down no matter how strong you are. One word, one pleading look and you got him all soften up and asking you if you needed anything. Usually, he's never the one to initiate too, he respects you and only fucks you when you want to. If he's horny and you're not then he's holding it in, not even letting you know. If he's not and you are, then, obviously he has the need to satisfy you in every way he could.

Ada is like, I think with how she is in the games, she'd know what you're into by now. You're an open book to her and she can read you. You didn't even have to ask, it's like she knows. It creeps you out honestly, sometimes, at how every time she knows what you need. Maybe she keeps track every month? She knows your kinks too, and when you talk to her, she's like,, "I know,," sometimes she surprises you during sex, turning the usual sex into one imof your kinks. She enjoys seeing you surprised following with the high amount of pleasure that follows suit.

Luis. A bottom.

[sissylittlefeather]

Daddy Loves His Baby

A/N: I was feeling some type of way earlier and I just wrote this half as a comfort to myself and half because people keep reading Daddy Likes His Football. So this is yet another part, but this one is a little... sweeter?

Here is part 1, and here is part 2.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~1.3k

“Honey, what’re you doin’ in here?” Elvis cracks the door and peeks into the room you share. It's dark despite the sunset outside and as his eyes adjust, he sees the lump that must be you in the bed. “Are you asleep?”

“No.” You sigh deeply and roll over onto your side, trying to hide the fact that you were crying.

“You been up here all day?” You close your eyes and cringe internally. You have, in fact, been in this bed all day long and he's just now noticing. He's busy, you know that, and you're being a little overdramatic, but it still hurts. Especially in your current state of mind.

“Yeah.” It’s barely audible, so he walks further into the room, looking down at you in the bed. You have these moods sometimes, and hell, so does he, but this seems to be worse than normal. He stands and stares at you, trying to decide just how firm he wants to be with you. You're an angel when he gets like this, but quite frankly, he's a little annoyed. He buys you everything you could ever want, gives you whatever you need, and is only ever a little grumpy about it.

“What's the problem?” It comes out a little harsher than he intends and you flinch.

“I dunno, Elvis. I'm just… sad.” He wants to roll his eyes so badly, but he holds back.

“Honey, you have no reason to be–”

“I know that!” You snap at him for the first time ever and it completely catches him off guard. “But you don't either and I put up with your bullshit moods all the time!”

You have no idea where this anger is coming from. Elvis is the love of your life and taking care of him is your joy, even when he's down. But right now you just want to be left alone to wallow in self-pity.

He purses his lips and shakes his head. A sad mood is one thing, but you need to remember who you belong to.

“Enough.” In two strides, he's next to you, yanking the covers off of you unceremoniously.

“Elvis!” You holler, but he ignores you, picking up your body easily and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Ya been in bed long enough. No more feelin’ sorry for yourself.” He carries you to the bathroom as you kick and yell and pound on his back with your tiny ineffectual fists. You gasp as he plops you on the lid of the toilet and then walks to the shower to start it up.

“What are you doing?! I don't wanna shower!” He continues to ignore you, checking the temperature and coming back over to you to undress you. You protest verbally, but let him strip you naked.

“You always feel better when you're wet, one way or another.” He's not wrong. There are two things that'll cheer you up without fail: sex and water. Maybe it's the Pisces in you. And you don't seem to be too eager to fuck him, so he decides a shower is the next best thing. You scoff and harumph as he moves you under the water.

“This isn't helping.” You sound like a petulant child now and he does roll his eyes this time.

“Shut up and wait for daddy.” He starts to pull his clothes off as you stand in the shower pouting. Eventually, you feel him move in behind you and sigh despite yourself. The water does feel really good and knowing he's naked behind you is just enough of a distraction from your mood. You turn to face him and lean your head back into the stream of water, moaning softly. He suppresses a smile at how quickly you seem to be coming back to life. It comforts him to know that he knows you this well. His relationships are never easy, but with you it feels like it's worth whatever he has to put up with. You drive him crazy in the best way possible and he loves you more than he's ever loved anyone before. He puts his hands on your hips and moves closer to you, pressing his lips to your neck. “You like this?”

You're quiet for a bit, just enjoying the sensation of his hands and mouth on you, but eventually you sigh and whisper, “yeah.”

He puts your arms on his shoulders and presses his body against you. Thinking about how much you mean to him has his cock hard where it pushes against you.

“You want daddy to make it all better?” You nod, your bad mood completely forgotten as your center radiates heat on his leg. “Good girl.”

He turns and presses your back up against the shower wall, dropping to his knees in front of you. You moan loudly and your eyes roll back as he shoves his tongue into your pussy. Usually it's you on your knees, so this is a welcome change.

“Fuck, daddy…” Your hand goes to the front of his hair as he eats you like a man starved. His tongue swirls your clit and then he sucks on it lightly, determined to make you cum as quickly as possible. He slides his long middle finger up inside you, curling it against your g-spot as he licks you. You feel your orgasm approaching you and your legs tremble with anticipation. He feels your walls start to flutter and grumbles into you.

“Cum for daddy, baby.” You listen to him and moan again as your climax washes over you, pounding in your veins and lighting you up like a firecracker. He groans as he feels you pulse around his finger and then pulls back, standing up. You lean against the wall, shaking and panting as he lifts one of your legs and bends his knees to line his cock up with your entrance. “Be a good girl and let daddy fuck you until he fills up this sweet little pussy.”

“Yes, daddy…” You whimper as he pushes inside you, grunting. He holds the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your lips as he picks up a steady pace, fucking into you faster and harder as the shower water mixes with the sweat on both of your bodies.

“Whose baby are you?” He growls, his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Yours, daddy.” You moan, reveling in the power with which he slams into you.

“And does daddy love his baby?” He doesn't give you a chance to answer, pressing his lips to yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. When he finally does pull back, he puts his forehead on yours, thrusting deeper into you. “Does he?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“And daddy will always take care of her and make her happy?” You nod furiously and he moans. “Fuck. Daddy loves you, baby.”

He closes his eyes and fills you one last time, trembling as he shoots you full of cum and you lose control, another release vibrating in between your hips. You slump against him and he holds you steady, kissing your forehead gently. The steam curls around you and for a while there is nothing but the sound of your breathing as your heart rate normalizes.

“I love you too.” You murmur against his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your temple. It's amazing how safe and at-ease you feel now, considering your mood from earlier. But that's just the effect he has on you, that you have on each other. He is your home, your peace. You love to tease him, but you'd never want to be without him. He reaches around you and converts the shower to a bath, laying down with you in his arms.

“You feel better?” He holds you, stroking your arm gently. You can be a real brat sometimes, but when it comes down to it, he wouldn't trade you for anything.

“Yeah. Thank you.” You sigh again and settle against him, snuggling into the hair on his chest.

He kisses the top of your head and smiles softly. “Any time, baby. Any time.”

******

The End

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[t4tlottie]

hey so idk if you reached this in the film yet, so veryyy minor spoilers for companion BUT

that sex scene between josh and iris that lasted like one second and he busted his nut but she looked SO BORED

i have a thought about reader overhearing it, and then when iris goes to shower or whatever r waits for her and somehow seduces her or wtv and straps her THE FUCK down…poor girl cums for the first time in her botlife

You feel like throwing up all the wine you had as you watch Iris pull Josh into her arms to dance with her. That fucker doesn't deserve her. You don't think you deserve her either, but you'd sure as hell treat her better than he does. I mean, calling your robot girlfriend, who doesn't even know it, by the way, beep-boop? As a nickname? You just wanna go over there and punch him.

But you don't.

You quietly slip away and head to your room which takes you about 5 minutes to find because of how stupidly big this house is. By the time you pluck off your socks and faceplant on your bed, you hear two people rush by your door while giggling. The door a few doors down from you slams and you feel your stomach sink. Josh and Iris. They're in the room closest to you. You shut your eyes and try to think of something to distract you from the disgusting noises you're about to hear. A minute goes by and you hear Josh groan loudly, and you genuinely let out a snort. Motherfucker couldn't even last two minutes with her? Then you get irritated. Does he ever please her? Sure, she is technically a sexbot, but imagine how fun would it be to go down on a robot! Has she ever cum from him? Does she even know what it feels like to cum?

You have to know.

Your feet lead you to their door before you can even properly think about what you're doing. Of course it's unlocked, and you silently pump your fist in the air when you spot Josh passed out on the bed. The bathroom door is ajar, and the sound of running water fills your ears. You slowly sneak forward, glancing in between the gap to see Iris in her bra and panties, placing her clean clothes on the counter. Glancing once more at Josh, you shuffle toward the door and slip in while Iris' back is to you and then close it.

"Josh?" she says, voice sounding too chipper for your liking. She turns around with a smile but gasps when she sees you. Her eyes go wide, and she tries to cover herself up. "What are you doing here?"

"The door was unlocked," you respond like you're stating the obvious. "I heard you guys fucking. Not for long, though. I wanted to see if you were alright."

"If I'm...alright?" Her arms loosen around her body, figuring you're not a threat anymore. She thinks you're here to check up on her because of the noises. You must've been worried. "I'm okay."

"You sure?" You step closer, glancing down at her cleavage. Iris backs up against the cold sink, her arms slowly dropping to her sides. "Sounds like you didn't have fun. I only heard him. Are you sure you're alright? You don't need any help?"

"Help?"

You nod and give her a toothy grin. "I know he didn't make you cum."

Iris doesn't know it, but she's programmed to be devoted to Josh and only Josh. But something inside her wants to claw its way out and have you. Another part of her thinks it's wrong. You're her friend and she's with Josh. She shouldn't be thinking about this with you.

She laughs awkwardly and shakes her head, looking at you with innocence. "It's okay. It doesn't really matter. As long as Josh is satisfied, I'm happy."

Your eyes darken as she says that and you feel jealousy rise in your throat. "Has he ever made you cum, Iris? Has he ever even touched you?"

Iris thinks about it. All those times with Josh and not once did he repay the favor. But like she said, as long as Josh is happy.

She shakes her head and shifts on her feet, not knowing whether the wetness in her panties is Josh's cum or her own lubrication from this conversation. She throbs either way.

"No." she murmurs, swallowing hard.

You shuffle closer until your noses are barely an inch away. Her eyelashes flutter as you rest your hands on the sink and lean in, ghosting over her lips. "I can be your first."

Iris hums but it comes out like a whimper. Her hand comes up to pathetically push your chest but her nails dig into your shirt and she pulls you back last second to make you stay. "What about him?" It takes Iris too long to remember Josh's name as you stare her down like that, but she glances at the bathroom door.

"He doesn't have to know." you reassure her, grabbing her hand and looking for any sign of discomfort before sliding it down to cup your strap bulge. "Not like he'll be able to smell me on you anyway."

You speak again, letting your hand go from hers just to see if she keeps it there. She does. "Do you wanna do this?"

"Yes." she nods, looking down and squeezing your bulge.

You smirk and a thought comes across your mind. Josh has given Iris robot commands right in front of her face and she didn't even know it. You really wanna try it out.

"Iris, bend over." Your voice is a little timid as you speak, but there's a roughness to it.

Will it even work? Does she only respond to Josh's voice?

Suddenly, she's twisting in your grasp and showing her ass to you, waiting for you to take her. Holy fuck. It does work. Your eyes widen at how easily she listened, and now you kind of get why Josh does it so often. But fuck him still.

You quickly unzip your jeans and take out your strap, already breathing hard at the fact that you're going to be the one to make Iris cum for the first time. You hold onto her waist and smile at how she jumps with nervousness. Hooking your fingers into her panties, you pull them down and shudder at how glossy her pussy is. You admire it for too long apparently because Iris backs up and huffs, looking over her shoulder with big eyes.

"You said you'd make me cum." she impatiently whines.

"And I am. Bet Josh would already be passed out inside your cunt right now, huh? You're left throbbing around him, pretending you're satisfied, but you know you want more." You wrap your hands around the dildo and rub the tip up and down her slit, your heart beating rapidly when she moans loudly. "I'm gonna take my time making you feel good."

Slowly you enter her, desperately wishing you could feel her tight hole struggle around your cock as you watch it disappear inside. Iris' jaw goes slack as you bottom out, and she hisses in slight pain when you grip her hips to hold her hips tight against you. Fuck. Josh isn't nearly as big as you. She can feel her brain go numb as you start to move slowly, and the hand she has on the counter slips momentarily, causing her to lean forward and arch her back.

"Oh, my God." she moans, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She nearly chokes on her spit when your thumb rubs at her clit, and her hands start to shake.

With one hand on her hip and the other on her back, you roughly start to thrust into her. The sounds she makes plus the skin-on-skin contact makes you throw your head back, relishing the moment you've thought of for so long.

Iris's brow furrows as she feels this weird sensation in her lower belly. She looks at you in the mirror but you have your eyes closed. The pressure builds and builds until she can't hold it anymore, and she gushes all over your strap. You have to slap your hand over her mouth to conceal the moans spilling out of her lips. You're worried that she'll wake Josh, and as hot as that might seem, you really don't wanna have that conversation right now.

Iris pants against your hand and if you had a real cock, it would be leaking so much cum inside of her right now. She's so fuckin' hot, you think. Especially as you feel her body shake uncontrollably as she tries to come down from her first orgasm.

She taps your side with a weak finger and you remove your hand from her mouth, noting how much drool is now on it.

"That's what they feel like?" she breathes out heavily, trying her best to sit up a little straighter to look at you in the mirror. You laugh at her stunned face and she cracks a smile too. Her mouth makes an 'O' shape when you slowly slide out of her, and she shakes her head desperately. "No, stay inside. Please? Just for a little longer."

Her voice sounds shy and needy as she asks, and how could you ever deny her? You push yourself back in and grunt at the sloppy sound her pussy makes, leaning forward to rest your body weight on her as you hug her.

"Can we do this again soon?" you mumble against her cheek, thumb rubbing soft circles on her arm.

"Josh is a heavy sleeper. Why not do it again right now?"

[daydaydayrk420]

Imagine whatever beetlejuice you guys want. I'm going with this one. Also i know that the picture on the right is probably a girl but we gotta deal with it because i couldn't find a better one. And i hope you guys like the changes i made. :)

Ew

Beetlejuice x male reader

⚠️major age gap, but who's counting after 100, right? Blow job, cock warming, oral fixation ⚠️

🚨minors and girls do not interact 🚨

Whispers.

That's all y/n hears when he's in the attick.

"Come on, sugar, i know you want it." The deep mucky voice called out from the towns sculpture.

Y/n looks up from his sketchbook. His eyes land on the mini figure of the poltergeist.

"For the last time off-brand Joker. I'm not calling your name."

Let me take you back a couple of hours. Or days. Who knows? Y/n isn't counting.

Y/n Deetz. Oldest kid of Charles Deetz.

Him and his family have just moved into an old house in Winter River.

Why is a 19-year-old still living with his family, you ask? Because he's 19. Why would he move out at 19? He's not even employed.

Anyway.

Lydia and y/n weren't too opposed to moving in. They actually liked it. Before their stepmother turned it into a modern house nightmare.

But after a couple of months Lydia and her brother found out that this place is haunted.

Thing is. Lydia found a lovely couple Adam and Barbara. But y/n? He found a weird green haired ant in the attic that just won't shut up. And even then? Y/n can't stay away. Why?

"Oh, come on, sugarplum, ya know that you want to." The tiny figure said as he leaned on his headstone.

"Nah I don't think I do." That's a lie. And they both know it.

It's not like the beetle man can't see the sketches y/n is drawing. Those definitely aren't pornographic sketches of said beetle man.

The green haired man groans with frustration. "Are you toying with me or do you not remember my name?" He asks annoyed.

Both. But y/n doesn't want to answer that. "You'll never know."

"Y/n! Dinner is on the table!" Lydia yelled from the bottom of the attic stairs.

"Well that's my que. Goodnight Mr freaky." Y/n said and took his sketchbook downstairs.

The green haired man groans in frustration and punched a tree that falls over. Not because he's strong. But because it's a plastic tree.

A couple of days pass and y/n is still refusing to say the name.

He promised himself he'd never do it. But...

Last night something happened.

Y/n sits up panting. What the fuck was that.

He looks down and sees a wet circle on his boxers. He groans and rubs his face. "What the fuck am I dreaming of..." He mutters to himself.

That's when he realized he was still hard. He stares in between his legs as he holds his head. His face is blank as he tries to process the situation.

He lays down. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. His hand travels down his chest to his belly and eventually his boxers.

"Fuck..." He groans as he palms himself.

Those hands.

That tongue.

That voice.

"You alright sugar?" That rumbling and cocky voice fills the room. Or at least y/n thinks it fills the room. But it's in his head.

"Let me help you with that" he said with sickening eagerness. But nonetheless. Y/n imagined how the older man kneels in between his legs.

"y/n!" Lydia's voice snaps the daydreaming man out of his thoughts and looks towards the door.

"What!" He yelled back trying to sound calm.

"You're going to be late for class!" Shit. Y/n thought to himself. It's his first day at his new school, and he's already late.

He hurriedly gets out of bed and rushes to the bathroom to clean himself up and wash his face.

He splashed cold water into his face and cleaned his eyes. Once he looks into the mirror he lets out a brief yelp when he sees the poltergeist standing behind him with his sick smirk and a clear bulge in his pants.

But when y/n turns around he sees nothing. He quickly looks back into the mirror. It was just his imagination.. he hopes.

The day doesn't get better from there on for y/n. Anywhere he goes it's like the ghost is with him. He sees him in pictures. Reflections. Faces. Everywhere. He feels like he's going mad.

So the moment he gets home. He throws his bag in his room and rushes to the attic.

But when he storms in he freezes in place when he sees Adam and Barbara talking with Lydia.

He stands there awkwardly pondering whether he should leave or ask what they're doing.

"I'll just..." Y/n trails off as he turns to the door again.

"Actually no you should stay. You should know this too." Adam said. The younger man nods and closes the door.

Once he's next to Lydia he looks at the couple.

They sigh. "If you see him. Or his ads again. Do not call him." Barbara said as she placed the bio exorcist poster on the chair. Y/n looks at it finally realising what this is about.

"Why?" He questions.

"He's not a ghost.. he's a demon. He's disgusting.-" "And he's really horny." Adam added to Barbara's explanation.

"... right." Y/n mumbles.

"How do you know that?" Lydia questions.

"We called him once... It was a mistake..." Barbara sighed.

"Do we have to be near him to call him?" Y/n asked as he got an idea.

"No I don't think so... That's why you should be more careful." Adam said.

The siblings nod and look at the town's sculpture.

"Can we go now? I have some homework I gotta do." Lydia asked. Adam and Barbara nod and let the siblings leave.

Once y/n is locked in his room he flops on the bed. He closes his eyes. But even then his mind isn't at peace as all he sees is that mossy face.

His eyes snap open. That's it.

"Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice."

Poof. The chubby moss man appeared right in front of y/n's bed.

He looks around while y/n watches him. What did he just do. Fuck fuck fuck fu

"Fuck" y/n said without thinking. Beetlejuice looks at him with his sick smirk.

"If that's what you wish to do then I'm all willing." The bug man said with his sickly confident voice.

Y/n watches him stunned. Why is he suddenly frozen? He literally dreamt of this last night and all day.

"Oh, come on, pretty boy, don't say you don't want this," BJ said with a smirk as he turned around and squeezed his ass. Y/n obviously stared. And the green-haired man knows it.

"Beetle-" "Ah ah ah!" BJ hissed and jumped on the bed to cover the younger man's mouth. "Don't you dare say my name."

That's when y/n laughed. BJ looked at him with confusion. Y/n reached up and removed the man's hand from his mouth.

"Ya know guys usually say to scream their name when they're about to be intimate." He said with a chuckle.

The beetle man can't help but chuckle too.

"Well, we don't want me disappearing while we're in the middle of having fun, now do we." He said with a smirk and slowly positioned himself over the younger man.

Y/n watched with a smirk. Oh, this greenhead thinks he's topping? Ha!

Y/n lifts a hand, tangles it in the green grass hair, and pulls him down towards his crotch. "How about I call you BJ? Hm?" He said as he used his free hand to undo his belt.

"BJ?" The green-haired man scoffed. "Yeah..BJ. because that's what you're going to give me right now," Y/n said as he lowered his pants just enough for his dick to spring free.

And right on comical timing, y/n feels something poking his leg that the green-headed man is conveniently straddling.

"Oh come on now. Where's all that sickening confidence?" Y/n said with a smirk as he watched the poltergeist look at his cock nervously.

"oh no. Have you never sucked a guy off?" Y/n teased.

BJ gulped and looked up at the younger man before shaking his head. That only made y/n smirk and tug at those green locks of hair. "Let me guide you."

With his free hand, he takes hold of himself, and with the hand In BJ's hair, he tugs him closer. "Start off with kisses or licks." And as ordered, the green-haired guy did. He gives a nervous kiss to the tip and looks at the younger man.

Y/n hums in approval. BJ nods and keeps going. He kisses the tip again before his lips make their way down the shaft.

"Just like that," the younger man grins, and he watches the bug man try his best to please him.

"Open your mouth," Y/n ordered. And BJ did just that. He watches as the younger man grabs the base of his dick and lines up with his awaiting mouth.

The green-headed man sticks his tongue out eagerly.

And before he knows it y/n's tip is pushing past his teeth and all the way down his throat. He can't help but gag at the unfamiliar sensation.

Soon enough the green-headed man starts to hump y/n's shin. The younger man watches with hooded eyes. The bug man's mouth feels way better than the younger man imagined.

"You're doing so well. So so well." He pants as he starts thrusting up into that nasty mouth. BJ gags but pushes himself to take more of the younger man deeper down his throat.

Y/n uses both of his hands to hold the head of green mop of hair in place.

He thrusts up urgently. Using all his pent-up tension from the day to chase his relief. The deeper his dick goes the more desperate Beetlejuice's humps become.

"Are you enjoying yourself, bug boy? Is your sick mind getting off of this?" Y/n said between grunts as he thrusts up with fervor.

"Fuck!" The younger man said and his hips stilled.

BJ's eyes widened as he felt the familiar texture of cum filling his mouth. He tries his best to swallow. He doesn't want a single drop to get wasted.

As he swallows he looks up at y/n for praise. But all he gets is the view of that pretty face. Those pretty lips were wet and swollen as they parted to get more air. Those pretty eyes rolled back and hooded as the intensity of his climax shook through his body.

Bj feels pain all around his scalp because of how tightly y/n is holding onto his hair.

But the green-haired man's hips haven't stilled. In fact his humps might've gotten even more desperate.

It's been so long since Beetlejuice felt this good. And fuck he can't last for long.

And he doesn't. His arms wrapped around the younger man's thigh, and he buried his face into the bush of pubic hair at the base of y/n's dick. Yes. He still has his mouth full of dick.

Y/n gasps when he's now all down BJ's throat. He's so sensitive. He looks down to check on the demon. But all his eyes focus on is how the poltergeist's shirt rolled up and how he now has the perfect view of how his ass bounces.

Y/n groans and grips BJ's hair tightly when he feels the poltergeist moan around his dick as he climaxes into his underwear.

His hips still. So does his body. His eyes close as he holds onto y/n's leg like he's afraid to let go.

Y/n runs his fingers through the grassy hair and waits. But BJ doesn't move. So the younger man carefully tugs the older man's head up to pull him off of his dick.

But BJ shakes his head and bops his head back down.

"Wha-" y/n gasps. "You don't want to pull off?" He asks. The green headed man shakes his head.

The younger man sighs. "Alright then." He gets comfortably on the bed and runs his fingers through the older man's hair.

Beetlejuice relaxes and rests his head on y/n's hip while he enjoys the weight on his tongue.

They enjoy the silence. But the silence gets too suspicious. Y/n looks down and sees that the poltergeist has fallen asleep.

Damn him.

Y/n is going to be in so much trouble if anyone finds out about them.

But he's too tired to think about that. So he laid his head back and closed his eyes. Maybe this time he won't have another wet dream.

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[emerges from the dead]

ghoap angst? Ghost holds a lot of misplaced anger after mwiii - after Soap’s death.

He partially blames Price for ordering Johnny to step down when he had the shot. Hell, he even blames himself somehow for assuming his captain placed the same amount of confidence in Johnny than he did him.

If Price had just let him pull the fucking trigger, maybe he would still be here, alive, with him - in his arms.

But he’s not and they feel most empty. Simon tries to fill the gap with bourbon or throwing himself in whatever op he could get his hands on, even the riskier ones.

A part of him wishes it’d been him that day, muttering ‘why is it always the good ones’ to himself where no one can hear him spiral.

Simon is not suicidal in the way that most people think but he doesn’t see himself resisting the current if things were to go south on a mission.

Demi! 😘 remember you asked for this. @cafekitsune thanks for the dividers!

CW: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT Canon Johnny death, suicidal ideation (If you wonder about letting go and something bad ending it all for you or a car accident just taking you out? that does count as ideation I was shook when my therapist pointed out that I was suicidal as a teen because of that), canon style violance, Simon dies in the end.

AO3 | Masterlist

Minors beware, no sexual context but emotional violence abounds.

Trains screeched by on the metal tracks, brakes fighting for friction. They had made it down to the platform; now Johnny and his captain would need to disable the bomb before it took out the city above it.

“Red wire, got it.”

His captain’s gaze flicked. That was the only warning he got. That platform beneath the city would become his tomb. Johnny stood, hand already moving for his gun at Makarov’s appearance. He wasn’t fast enough.

Johnny watched, the flash of the muzzle pulling his eyes to the light. His soul screamed to look for Ghost, Simon, before his synapses could pass the message hand over hand that his time had come. No part of him wanted his last memory to be of anything but the man he loved so desperately and had never found the nerve to tell.

“Soap!” Captain Price called him, voice rough.

No part of him remembered the past or yearned for the future. The smell of the dank dust permeated his nose, throat. He wondered if they couldn’t get his body out, would the archaeologists of millennia to come be able to pinpoint his last breath based on the atoms in his lungs?

Eyes flicking open he rose, pulling his blade from its sheath on his thigh. Makarov stood over his captain, saying something the ringing in Johnny’s ears prevented him from hearing. Makarov took Johnny’s blade through the shoulder. The trauma from the previous shot slowed him. He was too slow. God dammit why was he always too slow? Makarov got him in an armbar, planted a boot in Price’s face, and fired his gun again.

Training from his youth, the chapel humming with the vibration of the organ, told him to call on a god he didn’t believe in. Maybe his mother would greet him at the gates before the angels escorted him to hell for his disbelief. No. It would pain her to see him dragged away from her peace.

The bullet whistled as it reached him, breaking the skin. It burned…until it didn’t.

There is a different sound to dead weight falling.

Babies losing balance and thumping into the floor had a certain lightness, expectant reverb in it. A drunk bumping into a wall as they stumbled home from the bar? The energy seemed to transfer back from the brick to propel them forward. But dead weight, life disconnected from flesh? It hits the ears like stone on stone, harsh and painful. Another train screeched by.

Johnny stood, chest heaving. With a slow twist, he saw his body, a discarded shell strewn on the unforgiving ground. He knew two things then; he was dead and there was an afterlife.

“Boy!”

His shoulders whipped him around to look at an older man he had never seen before. With thick tight curls and a hint of gray above the temples and glasses stood near Gaz who knelt. The shade of his brown skin was lost among the darkness but his firm glare could be seen clearly.

“Aye?” Johnny replied, hesitant and scared.

Funny how he didn’t feel scared before his body hit the ground without him.

“You know how to stop this thing?” The older man pointed down at the bomb, time ticking away relentlessly.

“Aye,” he said once more.

“Then get’cha ass over here and help him! I know less than jack about bombs.”

Moving is easier than it had been in life, almost as if gravity had less hold on him as a memory.

Johnny knelt next to his best friend, the abject horror staining Gaz’s face leaving trace marks on Johnny anywhere his eyes touched.

“What do I do?” he asked, glancing up at the man who still hovered.

“Talk to him, slap his hands if he tries to touch the wrong wire. Lord knows despite my efforts he sometimes only responds to a smack,” the last line being muttered told Johnny it was more self-commentary than a command for him. “Should have never let him leave being a cop, even if he did it for me.”

Johnny rested his head on Gaz’s shoulder. Later he would sit with the memory, puzzled how he didn’t sink right through his best friend.

“You got this Kyle. We’ve gone over this enough times in training and a way to win bets, you know what to do.” Johnny spoke to him, voice never ceasing switching from English to Gaelic and back. When he ran out of words for encouragement he began to hum, nursery songs from his mother, his sisters, and his gran all drifting back in snippets and memories. Every so often when he glanced up from Gaz’s shoulder he would see a woman, soft smile with crinkles around her eyes speaking softly in Price’s ear.

The seconds stretched until finally, finally, the device had been deactivated safely. Johnny lifted his head from Gaz’s shoulder. The older man stood watch, eyes settled back near where Johnny’s body lay.

Following the old man’s gaze he found Simon. Johnny stared at the man who weakly shook the empty husk. Simon knelt; knees one up one down as if he were proposing to a corpse. Johnny stood, compelled to his would-be lover by the ache in his chest.

The distance between them disappeared and Johnny lowered himself down next to one of Simon’s thick thighs. He wept. The darker spots flooding the mask told the story.

Johnny. Johnny, wake up. Johnny, you can’t stay there we need to go.

Simon’s mouth hadn’t moved but still, Johnny could hear the weak whimpering of a broken man. Rubbing his thumb across the eye black below Simon’s eyes did nothing to disturb the darkness or the tears. Johnny felt better for it anyway.

“He’s yours to care for now.” The old man stood closer now.

“What do you mean?” Johnny didn’t move his gaze.

“His mum left when you arrived, said to take care of him. You’ve been assigned to him. Tough task for these folks. But you know that since you were one till a few minutes ago as you were one.” The older man shambled over.

“What does that make me then, his guardian angel?” Johnny shot a disbelieving look up as the old-timer stopped next to him.

“If you like,” he inclined his head. “Name’s Cedric. Your gran said to be good. You prefer Soap, John, or Johnny?”

The brown of Simon’s eyes were the deepest pool of sadness Johnny had ever seen. That despondence is what chose his answer.

The three of them who had taken such care to get his body out of the underground had brought him home. The plot had been full, no room for even a small urn. They planned to set his ashes free into the sunset instead. Seemed a fitting end for someone who died meters below the earth.

“He was the best of us.” Price started. He, Ghost, and Gaz had stared at the horizon for nearing on twenty minutes.

Corrine snorted, “You weren’t the best. No one is in this field.”

Johnny whacked her with the back of his fingers. He had met Corrine after the men had made it to safety, she had been John Price’s little sister before she died in childhood. She stuck around, keeping her big brother from harm.

“Are funerals always this hokey from this side?” Johnny pulled his top lip between his teeth as he watched. Simon didn’t say a word, grief screaming in silence. He lifted the urn from the backpack at his feet, Gaz and Price each setting a hand on it.

“Always,” Cedric retorted.

Johnny stood between them, wind rushing off the water rustling his hair but not nipping him with its chill, as they watched what was as close to a funeral as he would get.

“Who dares wins,” Price pushed out a hard breath, “Sleep easy soldier.”

“See you down range brother,” Gaz offered his piece. “We’ll take it from here.”

“Rest in peace, Johnny.” Simon’s words continued on for Johnny’s knowing only as he upended the ashes into the wind. With enough luck, I’ll see you soon.

Johnny’s eyes didn’t leave Simon’s back as he voiced his next question. The lump in his throat had him coughing before he could speak.

“Do you ever get used to their thoughts seeping into your brain?”

“Not really,” Corrine shrugged, the motion in his side vision.

Cedric guffawed, “Wait till he runs into life-threatening trouble while trying to get laid, those are the worst.”

Corrine’s face lights up as she turns to Cedric, “Did I ever tell you about the time John nearly got caught as a teen?”

“The hell was he doing that nearly got him killed for getting it wet as a teen?” Cedric fired off, face full of frustrated confusion.

“Jesus Ghost, your guardian angel must be working overtime to get you out of those hairy situations time and again with only scratches,” Farah patted him on the shoulder as she passed him walking down the ramp of the plane.

I wish they wouldn’t.

The thought lifted off Simon and into Johnny’s ears like a shimmer of heat rising from the blacktop.

“Fooker if you don’t shape up soon, I’ll keel ye meself.”

“No one can understand your angry accent, Johnny,” Corrine chided him.

“He doesn’t need to understand to start acting right,” Johnny punched Simon’s head, angrier still when his fist passed through with nary a ruffle of fabric.

It had been a nasty surprise when Johnny found he could only touch the living in love and care. He cared about Simon, would beg for reincarnation for the chance to love him again. The bastard couldn’t even pretend that he wasn’t suicidal. Na, Simon didn’t call it that. Hoping that a bullet would shift by degrees and end his constant pain was still ideation—calling into the void and pleading for a response.

This was the sixth mission he had taken since Johnny left his body where he hadn’t tried to keep himself safe. Fucker threw himself into the line of fire and walked away only because Johnny would fistfight the powers of the universe at large if it meant keeping Simon breathing.

Cedric had stayed back with Gaz wherever he would be right now. Corrine found Johnny glaring at ‘his Simon’ as she called him when John had come to check on his lieutenant. She rested a hand on Johnny’s shoulder, touch familiar. They watched as Simon snapped at John, stepping back from John’s attempt at comfort and guidance.

“He’ll get better soon,” she soothed at him with her words.

“And what if he doesn’t Corrine? What am I supposed to do then? He is killing himself!” Johnny flung a hand out to the man who limped into the hanger, waving off concern from every person he passed. “He won’t go to medical to get that wound in his leg checked out. What am I supposed to do the next time he acts like a…a..”

Instead of searching for a word, Johnny shouted his frustrations into the sky. He had to watch Simon devolve, each day taking a piece more of his love and casting it into the fire of grief. He fell to his knees, the gravel he landed on biting at him despite the incorporeal body.

“I would have given him my beating heart Corrine. I would have done anything for him, but he can’t find the will to keep living for me.”

His whisper escaped, broken and raw in the face of seeing Simon again too soon. Too damn soon.

“When I died John tried to follow.” The even tone belies the words.

“What happened?” Johnny’s eyes stare at the ground while he listens to her story.

“We had been playing at the creek. We had been told not to,” she chuckled lightly, “But what six-year-old wants to miss the waters being close enough to touch without getting dirty? The bank couldn’t support my weight and I ended up in fast-moving water. I wasn’t a strong enough swimmer to get out. John went in after me, our dad saved him but my body made it to the next town before it was found.”

Johnny looked up at her, the wrinkles on her face and the womanly body she moved in did not match her death. He looked exactly like he did when Makarov’s bullet had ended him.

“Someone came and gave me a choice, to stay with my big brother and grow as he did or move on to paradise.” She glanced to the side as if called.

Turning to look with her Johnny found Price, a hand on Ghost’s shoulder firmly leading him away from the barracks and to medical.

“What about when he tried to follow?” Johnny’s voice escaped small, and ringed with tears.

Cedric stared at Simon, his nose scrunching the same way Gaz’s would.

“Tough bastard that one. He is so strong-willed that he won’t accept any of your gentle nudging. Have you hit him yet?”

Johnny stared at Simon, sucking back his fourth bourbon at the bar.

“Too mad every time I try, nothing sticks,” John admitted, love and rage twining like vines in his chest, constricting.

“Grab him when he’s asleep but not drunk. He’ll take the message as a dream but it’s better than letting him kill himself without trying everything you can,” Cedric patted Johnny on the shoulder before drifting across the bar to chat with another guardian angel. Seems everyone had one and while not everyone would be assigned to be one everyone who accepted the role had a strong tie to the living, and a desire to keep them safe.

Johnny had never experienced impotence like that of keeping the love of his life from trying to follow him into the grave.

Time moved differently being dead. It moved strangely in dreams though. Johnny knelt at Simon’s head as he lay in the bed, fingers interlaced and ankles crossed. A shirt that had to have lost all scent of Johnny covered the pillow in lieu of a case.

Letting his fingertips explore like he never had a chance in life Johnny memorized the scars that added to the story of his love. Johnny would walk through hell, to the edges of the universe and back, further even if that would take the weight of pain from Simon’s shoulders. He already resembled Atlas, the sky teetering across his broad shoulders. Laying a gentle kiss to Simon’s forehead Johnny slid into his dreams.

“Why is it always the good ones?” Simon asked to the nothing that surrounded him.

“Funny you assume I was good enough to save,” Johnny remarks as he steps next to Simon.

No mask prevents Johnny from seeing every twitch of emotion across Simon’s face.

“You were. Always.”

Walking with Simon, hands tucked together, eons passed.

A gentle tug, a chirp of a morning bird informed Johnny his time here neared an end.

“Simon,” he stopped, using the hand in his to pull the other man to a stop. “You need to live. Giving in to grief? If you die Si, who will save the world?”

“There isn’t a world worth saving without you in it.”

Ghosts must feel pain more acutely without bodies. Ten words and Simon had cracked his rib cage open and poured arctic waters over his heart.

Pulling his hand free from Simon’s Johnny took his face in both hands, pressing their lips together in a way not even his vicious masturbation fantasies could conjure up. Whispers of touch, as if he were kissing moonlight, Johnny infused each atom that passed his with love.

“Live a long life for me, Simon. Keep me waiting until white has stolen all the color from your hair. Let me take your hand in the old folks’ home and walk you to peace,” Johnny laid the words like flowers over a casket, drawing focus away from the dead below it.

Johnny thought Simon had finally found a ledge to cling to, something to grow against as he reached for the sun again.

Fucker always had to prove him wrong.

Simon stopped being so overtly careless with his life on missions. He even began talking to Price again, letting the older man draw him into laughing once or twice.

Death found Simon unprepared, his own knife slid between his ribs high in the mountains closer to the moon than the sea. Johnny took the blade in the heart with him, trying despite the lack of flesh, to stop the end from arriving.

The snow stole away Simon’s gasps.

“You were supposed to live!” Johnny reached down and grabbed Simon by the back of his shirt, hauling him out of his body before throwing him back to the trees that lined the path. “How could you not check that he was dead?!”

He didn’t care that he was shouting. He kept going.

“I needed you to live Simon! If you lived then my death wasn’t the reason you got careless.” Johnny swung on him.

Simon didn’t try and stop it, move, block, nothing. The wide hook caught him in the chin, sending him tumbling into the undisturbed snow. He held a hand to his jaw, staring at Johnny.

The love-twinned rage shook in Johnny’s chest. He sunk his boot into Simon’s chest until his legs shook and he fell. Knees bracketing Simon’s waist the tears started.

“Why Simon? Why?”

The raw, gasping wound of love painted the scene between them. Johnny couldn’t see past the tears and the heaving sobs that racked him.

“I missed you, Johnny,” Simon’s voice, tender and raw, preceded the hand that reached.

Fingertips brushing against the permanent stubble on Johnny’s cheek sent him crashing down. The dead men wept, for each other, themselves, and everyone they left behind.

If the dead find peace, it is not while the living roam.

[a99jazzybean]

Why do we Keep Playing These Games?

Chapter 1: Unrequited Enemy

synop: College TA au

Jayce Talis... He's your unrequited sworn enemy. You are the object of his obsessive affections. After discovering your disdain toward him, He decides to win your heart... Through playing games. Winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want. You'll take him up on the bet, but what will happen if he wins?

words: 3.6K

includes: jaycexfem!reader, drinking, obsessive tendencies, puppy-dog jayce

Jayce Talis…

You ground your teeth in frustration. Of course. He’s Heimendinger’s golden boy after all. And now you’re stuck being a TA with him in the aforementioned professor’s courses. You crumpled the paper listing your assignment in frustration. At least Viktor would be there too. A buffer between you and your unrequited sworn enemy. 

Jayce Talis did not know that you held great disdain for him. In fact he didn’t know you at all. Oh, but you knew him. You knew that he kept beating you at everything you worked for. All of your efforts squandered when he decided to take them upon himself. It was infuriating. Consistently in second or third place, depending on if Viktor was also involved.

The thing was, Viktor was different. He was cocky, sure. But he held a special awareness of it. He KNEW what he was doing, calculated it. It’s why you didn’t mind the man as much. At least he understood his place. Jayce Talis on the other hand… saying he was oblivious was too nice. If he weren’t so fucking intelligent you’d call him a daft idiot. 

It was infuriating, how easy it was for the man. And he didn’t even have the awareness to realize how easy it was. While you felt as if you were rock climbing with your bare hands, he simply walked up those mountains with ease. 

What felt worse was how nice he was. You could maybe excuse it if he behaved like an asshole, but no. He had to try and put saints to shame with his outpouring of kindness. Always dropping whatever he was doing to help someone out. Maybe you wouldn’t be so mad if he hadn’t extended that kindness to you, but alas he had. 

The first time was when you fell on your face in the university engineering lab. The tools in your hands clattering loudly as you attempted to stop yourself from breaking your nose. In the process you scuffed up your palms. Hissing as you pulled them up, palms red and stinging. Then the knight in shining armor that was Jayce Talis appeared in front of you. Guiding you up with strong hands on your arms. Taking initiative to grab a first aid kit to help patch up your minor wounds. You had insisted that he didn’t need to help, but he gave you sad eyes and said that he absolutely did. When your hands were disinfected and patched up, he kissed his fingers then lightly touched your palms. You felt your face grow hot at the tender interaction. He chuckled, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“My mom always says a kiss makes it better.” 

The second time was also in the lab. You were struggling with tightening a bolt, cursing your lack of strength training. Then the golden boy placed a warm palm on your shoulder, asking to help. Without you responding he took the wrench and finished tightening the bolt for you. His lab partner yelled across the room for him in a thick Czech accent. 

“I’m coming! Just had to help someone out.” 

Before departing he beamed at you with a gapped tooth smile. 

There were others but the most recent happened at a bakery you enjoyed frequenting. Of course, with your luck, Jayce Talis was there. Chatting up the cashier with his natural charisma. The woman batting her eyelashes as he spoke. When you walked up to the register, the smile on her face fell. A robotic customer service voice speaking to you. Jayce had greeted you, to which you responded with a nod. You tried not to look at him, lest he see your utter disdain. While you might not have liked the man, you at least had some decorum. Ordering a muffin you went to grab your wallet from your purse, then groaned. You could see it on your kitchen counter, you had forgotten to return it to your purse after paying bills online. There were some coins in your purse, but you didn’t know if you had enough. Before you could attempt to scrounge up change, the man beside you handed his card to the cashier. 

“It’s on me!” He gave you one of his classic smiles. 

“Thanks.” Again, decorum. 

You left the bakery as fast as you could. Jayce had attempted to stop you, but you came up with an excuse that you were running late. 

As you walked to campus chewing down the baked good you realized, it seemed to be the most delicious thing you had ever eaten. You wolfed the rest down, trying to remove the kind gesture from tugging at your heart. 

Despite what you thought, Jayce Talis did very much know you. He knew a lot about you, despite rarely speaking with you. The man was absolutely smitten. Ever since he had helped you in the lab he tried his best to get himself into your life. It seemed like every attempt was futile, as if you had a force field that kept only him out. 

Viktor had easily slipped into your life, the two of you having a respectful camaraderie with each other. Mel had also become a close friend of yours. It was just Jayce that appeared to be left out of your sphere. No matter how hard he had tried to push himself in, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. 

Attempting to speak with you at the few parties you had attended. Somehow you always found a way to escape the conversation. He never saw it as you avoiding him, just that the cards were never in his favor. Ever the hard worker, he would not give up that easily. 

When he couldn’t reach you directly he learned about you in various indirect ways. Typically through information fed to him from Viktor and Mel, and occasionally Heimerdinger. As he learned more, he fell more. So smart and talented. Always placing in the top three of your courses and in competitions. Standing next to you on podiums always had him beaming. He never noticed the irritation in your eyes as silver or bronze medals adorned your neck. 

One day he had to admit it, he was obsessed with you. Viktor knew it, Mel knew it, you somehow didn’t. You didn’t even realize you were on his radar. Just silently fuming as your annoyance continued to grow. The two of you, both obsessed. Though it was for vastly different reasons. 

Then Jayce finally got his opportunity. You had applied to be a TA for Heimerdinger. Jayce knew he and Viktor were shoo-ins, but he needed to make sure you got the third spot. So he might have subtly convinced the professor of your intelligence and drive, swaying the man to pick you for that coveted spot. When he received his assignment sheet he practically cheered in glee, his partner smirking in amusement at the man’s enthusiasm. He finally found a way to talk to you. 

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“Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t talk about him like this. I know he’s your friend…” You stood next to Mel. Leaning against a table in a small bar near campus. An unofficial TA mixer was being held that night and the woman dragged you to it. 

“I’m well aware of your distaste for him… but you should give this a chance.” Mel had grown a bit tired of your one-sided beef. She was sure once you actually got to know the man your mind would change. You just never gave him the chance.

“Seriously?” You said incredulously. “A chance to just grow more annoyed.” You said before sipping the now warm beer in your hand. 

“Well, he’s going to be coming tonight. And I’m sure he’s going to want to speak to the other TA he’s working with.” She said pointedly.

“He speaks to Viktor plenty.” You avoided her questioning gaze.

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” Sarcasm dripped from her tone. “Seriously, you’re going to have to work with him a lot this school year. Heimerdinger has almost 600 students per semester.” 

It was going to be hard work, sure, but you believed you could manage with minimal communication between you and Jayce. Plus, Viktor would be there too. A third party to keep you from strangling the other man. 

Speak of the devil… you thought as you watched the man himself enter the bar with Viktor. The latter of the two spotting you and Mel in the corner, giving you a wave. Jayce looked at you then spoke to Viktor. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, not that it really mattered to you anyways. As Jayce walked over to the bar, Viktor walked over to you. 

“Evening ladies…” He said smoothly, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“How’s it goin’, V?” You asked. 

“Eh…it’s been alright. Already looking forward to the semester being over.” He said.

“Aww, but I’ve been so excited to work with you.” You gave a pout, making him chuckle. 

“Glad to know you see me as good company.” He looked over at Jayce ordering at the bar. “What about your other team member?”

Your face dropped, finger tapping on the glass in your hand in irritation. 

“Don’t get her started.” Mel stopped you before you could speak. “I’ve heard plenty tonight, I would rather not get a recap.”

“A recap of what?” 

The three of you were startled when Jayce seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He had four bottles of beer in his hands and offered one to you.

“Viktor said you prefer sours.” The man said with a smile. 

You took the bottle from him, chugging down the rest of your other beer. Wiping your mouth as you sighed. 

“Thanks.” You said. 

Looking at the bottle you saw it was some mango sour from a local brewery you recalled enjoying. 

Mel took a bottle that was offered to her. Then Jayce raised his in the air. 

“A toast! To a fantastic school year!” He said enthusiastically. His gaze locked onto you. 

You lightly clinked your bottle with the others before taking a large swig. The flavor was nice. The right amount of fruitiness compared to bitter notes. 

Jayce had now moved to your side. His large frame towering over you. Despite the sweet smile he was giving you, it was intimidating. He had no idea how you felt about him, and that frightened you. Would it be better if he knew?

He stuck his hand out towards you. 

“I’m Jayce, by the way.” 

You took his hand and shook it. Ignoring the hot spark that flew through you at his touch.

“I’m aware.” You said cooly.

Jayce was taken aback at the bluntness.

“Oh, cool. You’re y/n right?” 

You nodded.

“Yup.” You wanted this conversation to end as soon as possible. 

Little did you know, the man beside you wished for it to last forever. His eyes roamed over you. He hadn’t been able to admire you this closely for a long while. You were beautiful, and he was not going to pass up this moment. 

“So, are you excited for the school year?” 

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Eh, kinda. It’ll be good for my resume to work with Heimerdinger.”

“Yeah! Are you planning on going for your doctorate?” Jayce had scooted closer to you. 

There was nowhere else for you to go, on the opposite side of you was the wall. You were suddenly feeling very claustrophobic. The tall man pinning you in this unwanted conversation. 

“Um…yeah.” You said, pleading to any deity to let you leave. Damn you, tact!

Viktor and Mel watched you two with amused looks. Your interaction reminding them of a dog trying to play with a hissing cat. You shrunk as close to the wall as you could be, while Jayce continued to lean forward, speaking enthusiastically. 

It was getting warm, too warm. Nervous sweat prickling at your forehead. This was too much, HE was too much. Did the man understand the concept of personal space? Your hands flew up pressing against his chest. You lightly shoved him away. 

“S-sorry, I need to get some fresh air.” You quickly removed your hands from him, speed walking outside. 

Despite it being August, the humid temperature still managed to cool you. You caught your breath. Staring at your hands, you recalled how he felt under you. His chest was very firm, it was…nice. Shaking your head you attempted to remove the thoughts from your mind. No! You weren’t supposed to find him attractive. You despised him, held great contempt for him. He bothered you. So why did you feel so hot and nervous around him?

Jayce blinked in surprise after you pushed away from him. Enjoying the brief moment of your touch. He watched as you made your getaway out of the bar, then turned to his friends with a look of confusion. 

“What was that?” He asked.

“You tell me.” Mel said, a coy smile playing on her lips. 

Viktor glanced at her with the same look of amusement on his face. 

“You two look like you know something I don’t.” Jayce’s brows furrowed.

“Perhaps…” Viktor trailed. 

“Seriously guys, what was that?” The tall man was exasperated. Once again you slipped through his fingers. 

“Should we tell him?” Viktor asked Mel.

“Tell me what?” The irritation in Jayce’s voice was growing. 

“Hmm…I don’t know.” Mel toyed.

“Christ guys, please just tell me what it is. Did I do something wrong?”

Viktor walked up to Jayce and pat his shoulder apologetically. 

“Jayce, do you really think your inability to speak with y/n was just mere coincidence?”

Jayce again gave him a confused look. Yes, that’s exactly what he thought. You had no reason to avoid him, or at least none that he knew of.

“I mean, she seems like a busy person. I didn’t think much of it…” His mind began to race, trying to remember all of your excuses when he tried to speak with you.

“You have barely been able to speak with her since freshman year of undergrad…” Viktor’s words punched him in the gut. 

You had purposely avoided him. How he didn’t see it before, he didn’t know. No, he did. The man just lived in a world with rose colored glasses.

The look of sadness that formed on Jayce’s face made Viktor feel bad for providing the revelation. But, he knew it was going to have to come out eventually. Especially since he knew you would attempt to avoid the man despite having to work together. 

“Why would she avoid me?” His voice cracked a bit. 

“Maybe you should ask her.” Mel chimed in, attempting to take the burden off of her and Viktor. 

Jayce looked to the door you had exited from. He geared himself up for the conversation that would surely crush his heart. But better to get it over with now than get attached while working together. He puffed out his chest in an attempt at faux confidence as he made his way outside. 

You looked to the door opening as you leaned against the wall, still catching ragged breaths. The sight of Jayce making you jump, the action not going unnoticed by the man. 

“Hey.” He said, his tone colder than before. 

“Um, hi.” You replied awkwardly.

“Why do you always avoid me?” Sad hazel eyes looked into yours.

Oh. This was unexpected, and frightening. How did he not know?

“I don’t avoid you…” You lied. Your eyes darting away from his.

“That’s bullshit.” 

“You don’t know me, Jayce. I haven’t avoided you. I don’t know what you’re reading into.” 

“Yes, yes you have! And I do know you…somewhat.” He looked down, biting his lip. 

That grabbed your attention. You never talked to him. How?

“You know me?”

“From what Viktor and Mel have told me, and what you’ve shared online.” God, he sounded like a stalker. 

It didn’t feel like that to you. Instead you felt a pang in your chest. The damn golden boy, trying to be kind. To know you, even when you wouldn’t let him. 

Oh god. It hit you suddenly, how terribly childish you had been. Four years…four years of running away because a man you avoided like the plague was your supposed “enemy.” You felt sick. This stupid petty vendetta, that wasn’t even shared by the man. How could it be?  You didn’t let him know you. 

“So, why have you avoided me? Did I do something to you?” 

Were you willing to be honest to him? You felt like a mouse caught in a trap. So very vulnerable. 

You couldn’t do it, opting to chew your foot out. 

“I haven't avoided you, Jayce.” You said coldly. “I’m gonna go home. Tell Mel and Viktor goodnight for me…”

You began walking away. Feeling your chest tighten. God, this was so fucking stupid. Your naive actions digging yourself into a hole you didn’t think you could crawl out of. 

A large hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You yelped in surprise. 

“Hey! Please don’t walk away.” He said with pleading eyes.

“What do you want me to say, Jayce?” 

“The truth. I don’t believe you.” His grip was still on you. With his strength, you knew you weren’t going to escape his grasp. “I did tell you the truth.” You bit your tongue.

“Again, I call bullshit.” He leaned down, nose almost touching yours. A harsh glare boring into you. “You’re a shit liar.” 

“I’m not a liar!” You hissed. 

Your tense spat was catching the attention of people passing by. Some whispering as they walked past. 

You tried to yank yourself away, but his hold was like steel. Keeping you in place, forcing you to keep this conversation going. His grip tightened on your arm. 

“Please, I just want to know.” 

“Why does it matter to you?” You pressed. 

It was confusing why he was so passionate about this. You couldn’t ever recall Jayce behaving this brash. 

“Because I like you.” Your eyes widened.

“You like me? Why? You barely know me.” 

“No, I answered your first question. Now, you answer mine.” 

You tried pulling away again. He shot you a look of warning and tugged you closer to him. The only way out was through, it would probably be best to be honest. Even if he would get hurt, you could clear the air. 

“Because…” You tried to continue, voice cracking. “Because you’re my enemy…” You cringed at your response. 

The man gave you a surprised look, then a breathy laugh. 

“I’m your enemy? Seriously?” He said incredulously.

“You wanted an answer, there you have it.” This time you were able to whip your arm out of his grasp. “Now, are we done here?” 

His eyes narrowed at you. He didn’t know how to feel about this newfound revelation. 

“How am I your enemy? You said it yourself, we barely know each other.” 

“No, I said you don’t know me. I know you, Jayce Talis.” You mustered up some anger to glare at him. He was still up in your face. A warm breath hitting your cheeks as he gave a laugh. 

“How do you know me?” 

“I-I just do.” 

“And you have come to the conclusion that I’m your enemy? From vibes?” His irritation began growing into amusement. 

This is why you were avoiding him? It was so silly, he needed to understand why. 

“I answered your question, Jayce. Can I please leave? I’ve embarrassed myself enough tonight.” 

You turned away, making your way back home. He wanted to reach out to you, but decided against it this time. He was going to get some answers out of your mutual friends, they clearly knew why you disliked him. 

“Get home safe.” He said. 

You felt the sincerity in his request, chest tightening. This was quite the start to the school year. One that would be spent in close proximity with the man you were walking away from. 

Once he was back in the bar, Jayce charged up to Viktor and Mel. The two’s eyes widening as he approached. He appeared extremely flustered. 

“So, how’d it go?” Viktor chuckled uncomfortably.

“Did you know?” Jayce pointed into Viktor’s face.

“Know what, exactly?” 

“That she sees me as her fucking ‘enemy’?”

Mel and Viktor snickered. God, you were so childish at times. At least it was out in the open now. 

“You did!” He glared at Viktor. “You knew and you never told me!” 

“She asked us not to.” Viktor said. “As much as I am your friend, I’m hers as well.” 

Jayce grumbled. While he didn’t appreciate being in the dark, he knew that Viktor was a good friend. 

“Fine. She wouldn’t tell me why though.” 

“It’s because you’re…” Viktor looked at Mel for assistance.

“Perfect. That’s the exact terminology she used in her description.” She said with a shrug. 

“That doesn’t sound like enemy material…”

“Oh, she certainly thinks it is.” 

“I don’t understan-” Mel cut him off with her hand.

“Look, she has an inferiority complex. You have managed to accomplish a lot, and she 

feels that her accomplishments pale in comparison. Thus, she imagined up some petty 

form of retribution through you being her enemy. I’m not getting my master’s in 

psychology, so I can’t really dissect it. I’m sure she could explain it to you when she’s 

ready.” 

While not satisfied with the answer, Jayce accepted it. Even though your true feelings had been revealed to him, he surprisingly didn’t feel different towards you. In fact, these new revelations had him even more intrigued. He wondered if something was wrong with him. Now  he knew he was going to dedicate his energy towards you even more. He was going to find a way to make you see him in a new light, he just had to figure out how. 

[k0k0-library]

MDNI: I lost my Love. Can I have yours, Comrade?

Pairing: Tartaglia x F! Reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Rating: 18+

Warnings: menntions of soft sex, cuteness overload from our good red fox, cunnilingus or however the fuck you write it as, slight breeding king, but not really, harbinger on the loose being a simp, mention of y/n because I was never over my ao3 erra, minor character death

You are the traveller in this one, you're a womam, deal with it

It was a sunny summer morning in Lyiue. You woke up from a restless slumber, as Paimon was already complaining about the heat. "Paimon didn't remember the Harbour being this steamy last time we were here." You giggled slightly, putting on your skirt over your undergarments; the little fae was right. Liyue really did get more hot than the last time you were here for your adventure with the Carp Adeptus. But that is a story for another time, my dear. The sun was shining brighter than usually, the incoming warmth, or rather heat, was making itself felt from morning. This was going to be a long day, wasn’t it, traveler?

The two of you went outside, still groggy after a not-so-good night's sleep and made your way to Wangming Restaurant to see if you could buy something for 200 mora. In the weird economy of the land of the geo archon, you could never know what 200 mora might get you: a fried egg or an entire old-style house. Stay tuned to find out! The economy in this nation was horrible, truly. Imagine not knowing how much something will cost the next day or how much inflation and deflation will last; horror, pure and utter horror.

As Paimon's mouth salivated over the fresh fruit salad and cremmy tea puffs, your stomach was crying and your wallet was embarrassed to even show face to other people. "300 mora for a fish cutlet?! This is obscene!" You hear some cummon passerby say intrigued. Obscene indeed. Paimon was tugging at your hand like a child begging you to get something good to eat. You didn't had the heart to tell her the both of you were broker than Zhongli. Ah, how much you wanted to go back to those simpler times, when people didn’t knew you and you and Paimon would sleep under the stars, eating sunsetias and skewers, and didn’t had so many things on your mind, didn’t know the dark secrets of Teyvat.

You heard an all too well known whistle, you didn't even had to turn aroud to confirm your suspicions on who it was. "Oh? What do my favourite ladies want to eat this morning?" Tartaglia, Childe, Ajax, 11th of the Fatui Harbingers (regardless of the free spots in the mafia), and all time pretty boy was back in Lyiue. Sometimes, you felt like he was following you around, but you couldn't really say he followed you in Natalan from what you know. And he wasn’t in Monstadt… but Liyue, Inazuma, Fontaine were on his checklist, and you could only guess that he also was spying on you in Sumeru through Dottore’s eyes.

"Childe!" Paimon chanted in a sing-song voice, excited to be telling him all about your travels since you parted ways in Fontain's Court Room. He gave you his wallet and gave you the heads up to order whatever you wanted as he took your companion to one of the tables. After ordering and grabbing the plates, you went to them.

You nodded slowly and sat down. You still had his vision, who was stupid enough to ever lose, missplace or sell a vision. Not you, not ever. You told him you left it at your room at the Harbour with your blade and Paimons plushie. "A plushie-" "Mavuika gifted her a plushie to make the parting better." He sighed deeply, it was clear that the whole shabam with Natalan was not a good thing for him. After all, his idol, his master and maybe friend has lost his life to the Kingdom of Night, forever condemned to forever guard the Throne of Flames.

"So? What brings you back here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, girlie. Still got my vision on you by any chance?"

While you and Paimon ate confused he told you everything that he knew. Aparently, the God of Love was growing more weary of the harbingers and was afraid that if she allowed the strong ones to continue on, they will riot against her. So she was sending them off to suicide missions like she did with La Signora, drove them to insanity like she did with the Wondered (you thought), and now cursed Capitano and forced his soul into the Night Knigdom to guide the lost souls. But souls will forever get lost there. It was like the problem imposed by Oroboros, an all powerful snake. Childe didn’t knew more than he already told you.

"So, you met Capitano... I believe you were surprised of what happened?"

"Why?"

"Because the Tsaritsa wanted him dead for a long while"

The God of Love and Compassion loosing herself to doubt and hunger for power was something inimaginable at first, but you remembered Venti’s and Zhongli’s words, as well as Mona’s. The ones that love the most will one day turn as cold as ice and will start to hurt not only others but themselves also… In other words, the Tsaritsa was destined to go mad with fear and hate. Her people, her believers… were they going to be ok?

"So, you see... since the Tsaritsa sees me as powerful, I have to hide back in Lyiue again. Here, the Fatui can't reach me easily since the area was cleared long ago by you." He slowly sipped from his tea cup. He tried not to show it, but he was scared that death was waiting at his doorstep at home. Or maybe he would die with honour, but he could never make his family mourn or suffer from the loss of his life. Yes, this seemed more like it, the ginger man was always thinking of his family before anything else.

"So this means that you are now stuck here? For eternity?" Paimon inquiered with her mouth stuffed with sweet red bean paste buns. Childe nodded. "Well, not really eternity. I'm still just a man, you know? I'll live maybe to 60 or 70 years considering how many wounds I have had all these years... One of my hands already started to get too stiff, you know?" He emphasised his words by trying to flex his left fist, but his hand moved hardly, his palm convulsing for a second before allowing him to close his fist.

You wanted to reach out and hold his hand, to reassure him to comfort him in a way. To loose something as simple as free mobility in a hand from this age was hurtful to watch, let alone actually experiencing it. Tartaglia was a strong man, hiding his emotions and feelings from everyone around him. Yeah… definitely he didn’t want to put pressure or concern his family. You wondered what lie he told his parents and his little siblings for them to not even question his sudden return to the land of the Geo Archon.

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After you ate and talked some more, Paimon decided to go back to the room you two had near the harbour and take a small nap. She was teribly tired after the long walk from Natalan to Lyiue; and to be entirely honest, you were as well. But of course, you chose to spend some time with the redhair instead, not knowing when exactly you'd see him next. He was like a wild fox, fast and cunning, always hiding himself in the shadows until he'll strike again and capture the mouse or hen he wishes to eat. But was he going to be able to hunt again like the predator he was raised as? Was Tartaglia going to be ok laying low under the radar?

Was the Tsaritsa really this heartless? To kill her most precious soldiers?

It seemed horrible. Absolutely horibble! But it was the cruel truth: from the predator, Childe became the pray in a matter of days, weeks, heck even months! But, the archon did seem insane enough to have considered this form the beginning, planing the intricate deaths of all her dear harbingers. Why else would she let them fail almost all missions… and, in first instances, Signora and Childe were the only ones who retrieved the gnosises without too much trouble. You were the trouble, in a way, but much more weaker and inexperienced than now. Were you the reason why everything was happening? Why people died?

The sun was shining brightly, and it was humid outside, the heat even more unbearable as you walked with the harbinger near the Quingxu Pool. He invited you to take a stroll around the Lisha, but found yourselves walking for a couple of hours now. "Y/N, I... I was going to ask you if you're any closer to finding your brother? I know how much family means to you. " Ah, he read you like an open book. "Well, to be honest, we did meed a couple of times and we talked. I even have a picture with him but i don't remember ever taking it..."

That was curious really. Not remembering a fond memory with your lost twin, yet remembering everything you and Childe did together. It seemed like you were a traitor. He didn't judge you though. He held your hand and lead you to the pool, trying to pull you in. He climbed up the trees and got fresh sunsetias for you. He even collected some nice and shiny pebbles from the deeper ends of the Pool just so he could give them to you. "The lake isn't even that deep, girlie. You just have to get in! It's more fun-" He tried to reason with you, but you still refused him, vehemently. Not after seeing Ferminet almost loose himself in the Primordial waters.

And so you followed him. The water almost instantly got colder, giving you goosebumps as soon as it hit your skin. You shivered slightly, feeling the sand slip loose from under your feet, you had to rely now simply on yourself to stay afloat. Now, when did Childe get soo good at swimming? You didn't remember him being so good? Or maybe his little predicament with the All Devouring Narwhal changed him more than you thought. The water was like an ice bucket, the complete opposite of the weather outside. If you were going to get sick from this, you’d kill him.

"A traveller afraid of a little challange?"

"Wll, you didn't challange me, Mr.~"

"Fine, then I challange you to swim with me in the deeper ends" Now, a traveller not accepting a challenge was like a watch not telling you the time… And so,…

You finally were almost next to him, the redhead inviting you to dive in with a smile. You took in a large breath and dove underwater. Your head, dried and overheated by the sun, met with the cold, refreshing gust of waters that got in between your locks. You wanted to shriek from the sudden change in temperature, but you couldn’t, not right now anyways. You felt a hand gently wrapping around your upper arm, and tugging at it, like telling you to follow it. Childe, the ever-so-gentleman that he was, allowed you to hook around him as the two of you dove deeper and further into the water. At this rate you were going to drown! You needed air at some point and you were anxious about getting out in time for it! You squirmed in protest, as you saw he wasn’t even thinking about the obvious like you did. He held you closer to himself, your head pressed to his chest allowing you to feel the steady and slow rhythm of his heartbeat to calm down. You felt the water pressure getting lighter and lighter.

You realised he brought you to the surface only when the sun mercilessly burned the top of your head and you opened your eyes reluctantly. You laid on top of the ginger harbinger as he floated, smiling up at the sky. “Scared ya? Don’t worry, milyy. I’d never let you drown, get pierced my a hilichurl’s arrow or shredded by the claws of a saurus.” You really didn’t want him to notice the blush dusted darkly on your face, but you were sure he did notice it. Even someone as oblivious to love as paimon would. His words were more than a comfort told to cool the waters (pun intended); he actually meant everything he told you, which warmed your heart more than the heatwave was already doing it.

“You’re staring, girlie…”

“And are you complaining, Mr. Tortellini?”

Not even 2 seconds after you called him that, he twisted his body to the side, making you fall in the water unexpectedly as he laughed like a hiena at your futile attempt to bring him down with you. You both held each other in a kind of far embrace and laughed at the absurdity of it all, life being so hard, yet the two of you playing in the water like two kids that did not yet learned about the cruelty of the world and how vile some people could be. You were two kids playing, two kids having fun and two kids falling in love with one another… Falling in love, in this economy?! (Sorry I had to make the joke), but no really, falling in love in this situation, with him of all people could lead to only pain. Will it be more painful to never tell him, or to live with loving him only for him to die so easily so suddenly…

You were conflicted, deep down, your mind not fully allowing you to feel happy about this moment with Childe. How about a brain factory reset, traveler? Only 2 trillion mora, only for you. Buy one get one for free-

“Y/N, you look so pretty with your hair all wet like that, you know? The prettiest girl ever, my milyy” The harbinger suddenly said as he places a butterfly kiss on your cheek, his hands slowly going further up your arms, now grasping your shoulders lightly. You knew that part of this gentleness of his was due to the join pain he felt… You felt bad for him, feeling the need to hold him even tighter and tell him you loved him more than anything. But will you? Risking everything, your friendship and your memories with him only because you were selfish and you wanted him to offer more of his heart than he already had? It was a horrible thing to do: confessing to another human. Horrible, but more than that horrifying. What if he didn’t just said no, but felt so disgusted and used by you that he would tell you to go fuck your self, stay away from him for 100, no 1000 years in this and the next lives that will come.

“Aren’t you going to tell me anything, girlie? You’ve been staring at that poor calla lily for the past 10 minutes…” And answer, he wanted an answer from you. But to what question.

“I don’t think I can tell you.

“Then I’ll wait for that answer: 100, no…. One thousand years I’ll wait for your answer in this and the next lives to come.” His grasp on your shoulders was more powerful and meaningful, he wanted you -- he needed you to answer him and to tell him you felt the same, didn’t he?

You just smiled and sighed with a slight shake of your head. This man will be the death of you, that was for sure. Either from his cuteness, from his devotion to you or from a brutal future spar. Though, you did help the later doesn't happen ever again. You still had bad dreams about what happened at the Golden House.

All this time, all this mother fucking time that you two had spent together in an awkward-ish way that mutual pining people do; he belived you two were a couple. Genuinely belived you were a thing?! Sir how dare you not be more obvious for this sweet little traveler. A big part of you was reliefed he felt the same, but there was a tiny part that was confused. You never gave him signals that you even liked him romantically, yet he believed you two were together. The 11th Fatui Harbinger was a very stange man, a cold and unforgiving person, yet he protects his family and loves them all with his very being. And now you learn he loves you; maybe just as much.

"I think I am in love with you, Childe..."

"Of course you are, we're together-"

"What?"

Childe gently cupped your cheeks in his hands and slowly pulled you in for a kiss. You didn't fight it, not one bit as you let yourself go soft in his arms. Not a thought between your eyes as his rough, yet warm lips glide against yours in a slow dragged out way. It felt good, having him here like this with you in the water. "You cannot believe how much I've wanted to kiss you, milah, but you always act so cold.."

You didn't know how and you didn't know when; but the red haired man brought you both back to the lake shore. You were still drunken by the kiss, as the lack of cold water around you made you instantly warm up to un uncomfortable level. You gently pushed him away to take a deep breath in and calm your senses. Or rather tried to come back to your senses, but you were drunk. You were so drunken by this man.

Well, how can anyone not let a cute fox like him take a bite when he asks so politely?

"Childe-"

"Please let me love you, Y/N~"

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When you've gone back to your place by the harbour it was already late at night and you found Paimon waiting for you by the porch, with a cup of chilled tea and a few sweets. She looked like she waited for you for quite a bit. The still partially wet hair, dusted cheeks and crampled damp clothes were signs that something did happen between you and the Harbinger. But Paimon was never one to ask you something like this, and definitely she wasn't judging; she was just worried you came home late.

"I promise I'll come back before sundown next time-" You half-appologised like a pre-teen girl caught out with her boyfriend. And what a boyfriend you now had: one that knows how to make your mind foggy with pleasure as he laps at your folds, one that gently kisses you as he puts it in the first time and caresses your cheek as you let out soft sobs or when he spils deeply into you.

Tartaglia was a rough man that used to fight tooth to tooth with anyone who dared to even look at him the wrong way. He was never the type of man to show affection to anyone, his family members were the only ones he used to care about and protect. But now he has you, now that changed forever. Or at least... you hoped that it will last forever.

[cods-ghost]

"KEEP YOUR BLOOD IN, YOU'LL NEED EVERY DROP." _____________________

Let's keep this short n' sweet, yeah?

I'm lookin' for roleplay partners. Nothin' over the top. I take DMs for roleplay only, asks in the inbox for anything else. Keep it direct, don't be a fucking muppet, and don't be daft. No time for fluff or awkward small talk. You don't fuck around or ask to take the mask off, we'll get along just fine. This post stays up until I decide otherwise. If you’re readin' this, I’m still looking. Now, let’s get to it. Stay frosty.

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DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. TW: Dark themes, sex, mild to vividly descriptive gore, and descriptions of violence will be present.

a/n: This is my first time roleplaying Ghost, so I ask you be patient. PLEASE be specific and tell me what you want out of the roleplay, I'm not looking to disappoint. Whatever your theme or vibe, want or need, I'll match it to the best of my ability. You just want to fuck around with Ghost? Go ahead. You want plotted or plotless smut? Done. And, if there's anybody wondering because they've read those popular hybrid AU fanfics (I'm a fan of them myself) with the Task Force 141, yes, I'm willing to do a hybrid AU among other things, whether it be following the canon plot or a different AU. If you have no plot ideas, which I ask you do at least have one, we can come up with one. There are no rules for this blog, I only ask you be respectful. Go crazy.

18+. No minors, you will be blocked.

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[into-the-hellaverse]

Lucifer's Bad Day

Sequel to Adam's Bad Day

this... this may be a series...

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Adam had become more distant over the past few months, which was understandable. After the whole ordeal with Cameron, he didn't really want to be around them.

Lucifer started sittting in the lobby, close to the fireplace with KeeKee on his lap, waiting for Adam to come down every day and hopefully getting a chance to talk things through with him. Adam would come down mid-morning, rushing past Charlie's stupid trust exercises and bonding activities, making his way out the door before Lucifer could even say a word. And Lucifer would sit there all day, refusing to eat or drink and watching the door like a hawk. He'd wait and wait late into the night, but sleep would eventually overtake him. He didn't know what time Adam came back, but every morning, at 9 am on the dot, he'd watch Adam rush out before he could say anything and stop him.

"Dad, maybe you should give up," Charlie would say every time. "If he's acting like this over a minor misunderstanding-"

"It wasn't minor to him, Charlie," Lucifer would always reply. "He didn't break our trust. We broke his. I just...need to do something to fix it." And he'd go back to staring at the door.

One day, he was forced to move from his seat, now manning the front desk. Alastor was at an Overlord meeting and Charlie took everyone out for some kind of "Good Samaritan Venture", whatever the hell that meant. At least he had a better view of the door. He was mostly bored, having been there since 5 am, and almost fell asleep standing up. It wasn't until he heard the creaking of the floor boards on the stairs that he woke up, seeing Adam coming done.

"Adam!" he said with a smile, seeing the taller man approach the desk.

Adam didn't smile. He didn't say a word. He just put a key on the desk.

Lucifer frowned and looked down. "What is this?"

"My room key, Captain Dumbfuck. I'm leaving the hotel," he said simply. "I'll finally be out of your life, forever." He turned and started to walk away.

"Wait! Adam, wait!" Lucifer jumped the counter and rushed after him, stopping him long before the door. "I want to make this up to you! Please, just listen-"

"Oh, listen to you like how you listened to me after I trashed the lobby?" Adam asked sarcastically, pushing past him to get to the door.

"I'M SORRY, OK?!" Lucifer screamed, tears falling down his rosy red cheeks. "I'M SORRY! I'M A FUCKING IDIOT! I SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO YOUR SIDE! I SHOULD'VE HEARD YOU OUT AND I DIDN'T! PLEASE, JUST TAKE ME BACK!"

Adam looked over his shoulder, a cold look in his eyes. "You're pathetic, Morningstar..."

Lucifer stared, trying to hold back his sobs in the quiet room. They stared at each other for an eternity, not saying a single word. After a long, uncomfortable silence, there was a harsh knock on the front door. Lucifer seemed to break out of his trance, drying his eyes and opening the door with a little magic.

"Are you ready to go, babe? You told me you didn't have to pack much." ...why... the fuck... was Mammon... at the front door?

"Yeah," Adam said, trowing his duffel bag onto his shoulder. "I just had to take care of a few things." He walked up to him and stood on his tiptoes to kiss the Sin.

Lucifer just stared in shock. He didn't want to believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe it...

"Oi. If you wanna watch, you gotta pay," Mammon growled.

"Mamm, baaaabe," Adam said with a small blush.

"What? If he wants to gawk at a beautiful thing like you, he should fork over some cash, Addy."

Lucifer felt his heart break and his fists tighten. Only he could call Adam that...

"C'mon, let's not bother him anymore. We should go." Adam pushed him out the door. "I gotta take care of a few more things. I'll meet you at the car."

"Don't keep me waiting! Gas is fucking expensive!"

"I won't!" Adam shut the door and turned back to Lucifer, glaring.

Lucifer tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "H-How... How long-"

"About a month or two. He heard from a friend of a friend that I was a good guitar player. Came to check me out to be performer in his stupid clown thing and we hit it off," Adam said.

"I..."

"I swear to fucking God, if you say you're sorry one more time."

Lucifer shut his mouth, trying to think of something else. "Where are you going?"

"To the Greed Ring. To live with Mammon," Adam said simply.

Lucifer bit back a smile. "You're a Sinner now, Adam. You can't leave Pentagram City, nonetheless Pride."

Adam reached under his shirt, pulling out a dark green crystal on an elaborate necklace chain. "Think again, bitch."

Lucifer started in disbelief. "Is that..."

"A Mammonite Crystal. Let's me travel from Pride to Greed and back."

Lucifer remembered each Sin having some kind of crystal, to allow their subjects or various Sinners the ability to travel to different rings. He had to think of something to keep him here, to break it, quickly.

"He- He can't do that," Lucifer lied. "Any production of those crystals has to be signed off by me."

"Bullshit, Morningstar. Complete. Bullshit." Adam glared at him and turned away.

"Addy..." He said, tears falling as his voice cracked. "Please don't leave me... You're the greatest thing that has ever happened to me..."

Adam looked over his shoulder. "I want you out of my life forever, Morningstar... Sound familiar?" He scoffed and turned away, finally heading out. "B-T-Dubs, you're blacklisted from my shows, Captain Dumbfuck. Goodbye." And with that he finally left the hotel.

The silence became deafening as Lucifer stood alone in the lobby. He dropped to his knees and let out a guttural cry, his vision blurring as he couldn't stop crying. Why was he so stupid?

[dgaftilwedie]

anything you can do, i can do better (thagyu)

here's another fic teehee... this took me like, three days to write and i am so proud of how it turned out?? fic is already up on my ao3 (@kittieglitter i will keep tagging this sorry not sorry HEHEHE) absolutely ginormous shoutout to my amazing bff kyle (@toysrguts) for helping me <3

contains: 18+ content (MINORS DNI BARKBARKBARK), domgyu AGAIN, thanos getting his ass obliterated, light bondage, light dom/sub dynamic, thanos abusing substances, drinking, choking, scratching, biting, dirty talk, praise and degradation at the same time, hair pulling, humiliation, rough oral, rough sex, thanos being absolutely PATHETIC, and namgyu being in love with his best friend

“Stop being such a cunt,” Namgyu snorted, spinning around the whiskey in his glass. His feet were kicked up on a black leather footrest. His work shoes were getting dirt on the surface but he couldn’t care. He leaned back on a matching black leather armchair and watched as Thanos slammed down another shot of something hard. There was a mischievous gleam in the purpled-haired man’s eyes that Namgyu barely caught.

They were in one of Club Pentagon’s VIP rooms. Namgyu got fancy perks because he was an employee and could get into the rooms for free, which was a service that Thanos abused a lot. Between the two men was a glass coffee table surrounded by other chairs and benches. Thanos sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, flipping a straw between his fingers. A neat line of coke was on the glass in front of him.

“What, Namsu?” 

“That. Stop fuckin’ calling me Namsu.”

Namgyu could feel his eyes rolling back into his skull. This wasn’t the first time he had to correct Thanos on his name, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The two of them had been friends for years, fucked one too many times, and Thanos still couldn’t get his name right. Namgyu wasn’t sure why it was pissing him off so much that night, but it was. Maybe it was stress, maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the fact that he was sober and didn’t want to be.

He watched as Thanos leaned forward, his blue eyes staring into Namgyu’s brown ones. The younger man watched the line disappear up his partner’s nose. His eyebrows cocked before going back to their neutral state - a faint warning that danger was afoot.

“Why should I? It’s cute.” Thanos let out a stupid giggle, one that irked Namgyu to his core. Thanos’s playfulness was usually something that he looked forward to but it was getting under his skin instead.

“It’s pissing me off, man,” he huffed, running his ringed fingers through his slicked-back hair. His head flopped back against the chair and a sigh left his parted lips. Thanos laughed again - cackled, really - before leaning his back against one of the many seats in the VIP room. Namgyu took a swig of his neglected whiskey, revelling in the way it burned like it was his only release.

“Aww, my poor Namsu,” Thanos said with a menacing grin. Namgyu could tell he was trying to get on his nerves. The way he kept giggling to himself over it… His dark eyes glared at Thanos, irritated. Unfortunately, he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Namgyu kicked his feet off of the foot rest, legs spreading in front of him.

“If you don’t cut the shit…” Namgyu’s voice deepened. Whatever he was holding back was itching to break free. It was all threat, almost a growl as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, gold chain necklace dangling away from his tan skin. “I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you.”

The mischievous gleam in Thanos’s eyes sparkled like glitter under a flashlight. Namgyu had never been the one to take charge in whatever kind of relationship they had. To be frank, he was usually the one getting fucked, not doing the fucking. Thanos had been yearning in quiet for this moment. He smirked, just barely, chewing on his tongue. 

“That’s what I-”

“Is that a promise, Namsu?” Thanos looked up at Namgyu through his eyelashes, batting them like he hadn’t done anything wrong. Namgyu’s eye twitched as he let out a chuckle in sheer disbelief. Thanos threw his arms up, feigning a wordless apology. He watched as Namgyu stood up slowly, walking around the table, and then just standing there, staring down at him. Namgyu bent down, grabbing ahold of the collar of Thanos’s t-shirt and hoisting him to his feet with it. 

“Come on, Namgyu, I was just fucking with you!” Thanos exclaimed, trying to hide the fact that he was already getting hard. Namgyu could see through his rouse easily. He was never a good liar.

“You’re a fucking slut, you know that?” Namgyu’s eyes were dark, half-full of rage, half-full of lust. He let go of Thanos’s collar to undo the black belt that held up his pants. His whole outfit was black - the button-up shirt, the dress pants, the shoes - everything except for the chain on his neck and the tattoos on his arms. He made quick work of his belt, grabbing Thanos’s wrists and hastily tying them together.

“Never seen you be this forward, Namsu,” he laughed, immediately silenced by a rough tug on his wrists.

“You speak when spoken to. I don’t wanna hear a peep out of those pretty lips til I say you can talk, got it?” Namgyu tugged on the belt again, never breaking eye contact with Thanos. He watched as he nodded his head, dopey smirk still on his face.

“Good. Get on your fuckin’ knees.” 

Namgyu leaned into the chair that was closest to Thanos, pulling his pants and boxers down just far enough for his cock to spring out. He spread his legs, leading Thanos in between them with another tug of his wrists. He stared up at Namgyu with a pathetic look on his face. He was ready to be ravaged. Fuck, how he’d yearned for the day this happened. Now that it was in front of him, poor Thanos was getting a little nervous.

“Come on, Subong. Be a good boy and suck me off,” Namgyu huffed. Thanos nearly choked on his saliva. He swallowed hard, resting a cheek on Namgyu’s thigh. Another tug on the belt had his mouth wide open. Namgyu let out a snicker, grabbing a tuft of his purple hair and forcing his cock into his mouth. “You’re gonna take it like a slut since you wanted it so fucking bad.”

Namgyu used Thanos’s hair to guide his movements, fucking his mouth like it was a fleshlight. He let the older man’s wrists drop in between his legs. His movements were sharp, harsh but precise. He pulled Thanos's head back, lips popping off of his tip with a wet smack. Namgyu chuckled, using his other hand to slap Thanos’s mouth with his dick.

“Keep your mouth open. Go on, catch it.” Thanos stared up at him before his jaw fell open. Namgyu was treating him like a toy - he was getting used, and enjoying every minute of the humiliation. Namgyu’s fingers ghosted over Thanos’s cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. He fell into a rhythm quick enough, yanking at the man’s hair with every motion. He pulled Thanos back, his dick popping out of his mouth again. “Takin’ me like a good little whore,” Namgyu growled before slamming his cock as far down Thanos’s throat as it would go. He chuckled as he heard (and felt) him gag.

Thanos’s eyes met Namgyu’s again, lips wrapped around his cock - a sight for sore eyes. He slightly loosened his grip on Thanos’s hair. Letting out a barely noticeable whimper, his teeth met his lip and his eyelids fluttered. It was a tell-tale sign he was getting close. With the newfound kind-of-freedom, Thanos pulled off of his cock. “You sure you want me to keep going?” 

Namgyu’s fingers tightened, forcing his dick back into Thanos’s mouth. “You know the rules,” he said, gasping as his friend’s tongue ran over his tip. Thanos hummed and shrugged as best he could. Namgyu pressed a hand to his mouth, pretty whimpers dying in his palm as Thanos worked his magic. He knew if he didn’t stop him soon, he was going to cum, and he didn’t want that - he had to have his way with him, had to teach Thanos a fucking lesson.

“Fuck, ok.” Namgyu pulled Thanos’s head back, groaning as he felt his orgasm fade away. His cock twitched against his lips. Thanos rocked back and sat on his knees, watching Namgyu catch his breath with a stunning amount of obedience. The younger man leaned forward and undid his belt from around his wrists before reaching over the table and grabbing his whiskey. He finished what was left in the glass with a single swig, placing it on the glass table with a clink. 

“Take it off.” He gestured at Thanos, head to toe to head again. He listened silently, throwing his t-shirt over his head. He glimmered in the dim light of the room. The outline of his limbs glowed amber, highlighting the faint muscles on his arms. His nipples were pierced with silver bars and there was a tattoo on the soft chub of his stomach. Namgyu couldn’t make out the words but he could see a pistol. Thanos’s eyes found Namgyu as he gripped the waist of his cargo shorts in the most sultry way possible. The younger man bit his lips, scanning his body - the way his tummy peaked out over his waistline, the way the fabric lifted over his bulge; it was like a treat. Thanos’s shorts hit the floor hastily, cock springing out the second it could. He was achingly hard, tip pink and leaking drips of pre-cum onto the floor.

“Good boy. Now bend yourself over the table,” Namgyu snickered. There was faint embarrassment in Thanos’s eyes. That was something you don’t see every day… But he listened. Namgyu ran a cold hand down Thanos’s back, tracing his tattoos with his fingers before settling on the meat of his thigh. He reached behind him, fiddling with a storage compartment in the chair for a bottle of lube. Oh, how he loved knowing this club like the back of his hand. 

“Looks like you took care of all the hard work for me, huh? Did you plan this?” 

“Maybe.”

Namgyu chuckled, rolling his eyes. Of course Thanos would’ve planned this. This was Thanos he was talking about… Probably picked his most stressful day of the week to harass him into dicking him down. He squirted the lube into his hands, taking the opportunity to jerk himself off. Seeing his best friend bent over in front of him like this had him taking a mental screenshot for the spank bank. 

“Gonna take me so fucking good, aren’t you?” Namgyu lined himself up with Thanos’s asshole, feeling the older man shudder at his touch. “Gonna fit me like a glove.”

Thanos let out a deep, shaky breath, looking over his shoulder at Namgyu. He was practically drooling over him. His brown eyes were crazed and eager, cock leaking as he ran his tip across his hole. “Say it,” he blurted out. “Tell me how bad you fucking want it.”

“Namgyu,” Thanos whined. “Come on.”

“Tell me how bad you want it, slut,” Namgyu repeated, nails digging into Thanos’s thigh. He wasn’t going to move an inch until he heard him begging for it. Namgyu could barely think straight. He was running off of the thrill of the chase, every groan and grunt from Thanos adding fueling to the fire. He needed this - probably more than Thanos did.

“Please fuck me, Namgyu. Don’t make me say it again.” Thanos was cringing as the words left his mouth - not that he wasn’t enjoying himself, but it wasn’t often that he was put in this position. He was just a little embarrassed. Namgyu pressed his tip up against Thanos again. 

“I need it, man. Need you to fuck me bad,” he mumbled. 

“Yeah you fuckin’ do.” Namgyu exhaled harshly through his nose. His dick entered Thanos faster than either of them expected, eliciting blissful moans from both men. Thanos’s face was pressed against the cool surface of the table, right next to his used straw and empty shot glass. Namgyu grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked it, forcing his back to arch. His other hand ghosted up his body and latched around the back of his neck, nails digging moon-shaped curves into the skin next to his tattoo. Namgyu pulled back and then slowly thrusted into him, sighing at the warmth and the tightness.

His hips bucked again, harder this time, tip kissing Thanos’s prostate. He bit down on his lip hard. Another rough thrust threatened his silence, and another one made him break it with a muffled “oh, fuck”. Namgyu’s pace was brutal, every movement rhythmic but unrestrained. Namgyu filled the room with whimpers and whines and mumbles about how fucking tight Thanos was, how good he was taking him. The way Namgyu was fucking into him had him seeing stars. He was pretty sure the glass beneath his face was going to crack from the pressure. Thanos’s dick twitched with every word his best friend uttered. 

“Not so fuckin’ tough now, are you?” Namgyu laughed, giving another harsh tug to Thanos’s hair. He grunted, breathing through his teeth. “Lemme hear those pretty noises, slut.”

Thanos let out another choked, breathy moan which he silenced immediately. Namgyu let go of his hair, smoothing out the rustled roots as he ran his hand down Thanos’s back. He grabbed onto his waist, rings digging into his flesh. He leaned down and his lips brushed Thanos’s ear.

“I’m telling you to speak, bitch. You speak when fucking spoken to.”

Thanos couldn’t tell if it was the substances in his system or the sheer amount of control Namgyu had over him at that moment, but he let out a stupidly pathetic whine, leaning backwards to meet Namgyu’s thrust. Namgyu wasn’t sure if he caught it at first; the moment he did, he made it his mission to have Thanos sound like that all the time. 

“Tryna fuck yourself on my cock, huh?” Namgyu rasped, slowing his movements to a standstill. Thanos huffed, looking over his shoulder with puppy dog eyes. Namgyu’s hand was glued to the back of his neck, limiting his range of motion, but not enough to stop him from shooting a look of desperation towards the younger man. “Go on,” he laughed. “Since you just can’t wait.”

“You’re such an ass,” Thanos said with a groan. He was so far gone he couldn’t protest any further, grinding his ass into Namgyu’s cock. 

“That’s it, keep going.” Namgyu had a smile plastered on his face and he knew Thanos could hear it in his voice. The older man whined as he weakly bucked into Namgyu. Without warning, his hands grabbed Thanos by the waist and he fucked into him at record speed. He let out a laugh as a string of garbled expletives left Thanos’s parted lips. “You really thought? Thought I was gonna let you take charge for even a second?” Namgyu snorted. “No, you’re my bitch tonight.”

If his pace before was brutal, his pace now was murderous. His grip on Thanos was going to leave bruises - both of them knew it, neither of them cared. The more marks the better. Namgyu would be covering Thanos in hickies if it weren’t for how deep he was buried into him. 

“You’re gonna fucking-” Thanos started, cutting himself off with a moan. 

“I’m gonna fucking… what? Use your words.” A hand left Thanos’s waist, hovering over his ass. 

“Gonna fucking make me cum,” Thanos mumbled. He was sure his cheeks were bright red, but the lighting was warm; it would hide it. Namgyu hummed, deciding against leaving a handprint on his ass, instead reaching his hand between Thanos’s legs. The sudden contact of Namgyu’s thumb running over his tip forced another pitiful whimper out of his mouth. 

“Been such a good boy for me, haven’t you?” Namgyu giggled, pressing his lips to Thanos’s shoulder. He pumped his cock at a mindlessly slow pace - a stark contrast to the roughness of his cock slamming into Thanos’s prostate. “Wanna hear you say it…” Namgyu’s voice faded into a whisper as he could feel himself right on the edge. 

“So good, been such a good boy for you, Nam.” Thanos’s words slurred together. The only thought in his mind was how good everything felt. All of the control was out of his hands. Whatever happened was all Namgyu’s doing. He could feel the pleasure building in his core; a sweet, electric heat that amplified every one of Namgyu’s motions. “So close,” Thanos hummed, barely realizing the words had left his mouth.

“Fuck, me too.” Namgyu buried his face in Thanos’s neck, peppering a trail of kisses to the sweet spot on the side. “Want me to fill you up, huh?”

“Please.”

“That’s a good fucking slut,” Namgyu moaned, thrusts becoming sporadic. The roughness didn’t change but his flow was breaking as the warmth of his orgasm started to envelope him. He didn’t bother telling Thanos - he’d seen him cum enough to know when it’s happening. A feeling of bliss washed over him, all warm and tantalizingly addictive. He let out an exasperated moan into Thanos’s ear, and it was enough to send him over the edge. His hips bucked into Namgyu’s shaking hand, a soft, airy moan spilling from his lips. His cum was going to leave a stain on the carpet but that didn’t matter to him. The only thing that mattered was the delicious feeling of ecstasy overwhelming his senses.

Bathing in the afterglow of their orgasms, Namgyu rested his face in between Thanos’s shoulders, breaths stuttering as he exhaled. His hands moved to sit on the older man’s waist - this time, his touch was gentle. He pulled out slowly and watched as his cum dripped out of Thanos’s asshole. He had to look away or else he knew he’d pop another boner way faster than he wanted to.

“That was…” Thanos started, letting out a breath in astonishment. “Damn.” 

Namgyu smirked. He was way too proud of himself. “Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, cleaning off his dick before tucking himself back into his pants. He helped Thanos up, even if he didn’t need it, and ran his fingers through his silky purple hair. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you, honestly,” Thanos chortled, letting Namgyu clean him up. He pulled up his shorts and boxers, leaving his t-shirt discarded on the floor. Namgyu poked his stomach in between the lines of his tattoo.

“Told you I could do it just as good as you could.” Namgyu’s nose was turned up at him. Thanos threw his arm around him, pressing a sloppy kiss to his temple. 

“You should do that more often.”

“Ask next time. Don’t piss me off.”

“Whatever,” Thanos laughed, rolling his eyes playfully. Namgyu looked up at him and smirked. He may have been an asshole who couldn’t remember his name for shit, but that was his asshole. Deep down, he knew he loved him, he just wasn’t sure how to tell him. That, however, was a conversation for another day. For now, it was “what overpriced item do we order after wo rking up an appetite while fucking raw in the VIP room of a richy-bitch club?”.