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astrobydalia · 10 months ago

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The different inner placements for each sign — observations+ranking

by astrobydalia

Disclaimer: these are based on my personal experience and opinions!!

Aries

Mercury: so insanely smart and fast thinkers. Very real, straight to the point and say-it-like-it-is kind of people, love them. I could hear them talk all day

ASC: most authentic people you'll meet!!! What you see is what you get. Also very spontaneous and effortlessly fun

Venus: love, so fun to be around and specially the women with this placement they're soooo hot

Sun, Mars: these are very similar imo. so loyal and protective people but they tend to be pretty crass and often come across as rude unintentionally. Aries Suns are more blunt and outspoken while Aries Mars can be more chill but they're more prone to attracting hate. Great people to have in your corner overall.

Moon: Stubborn as fuck. Not open to understanding anything beyond themselves so they tend go around life with HUGE tunnel vision. Trying to reason/negotiate with them is nearly impossible

Taurus

Moon: my god, you won't know emotional intelligence, calmness and care until you meet a Taurus Moon like DAMN. Their patience, empathy and sense of boundaries is just impecable

ASC: their energy is sooooo soothing like ugh. They have a very cute and comforting aura, very magnetic people and naturally gorgeous

Mercury: they speak slow or not too much but once they let a full sentence out it's usually GOLD

Sun: hmmmm they do tend to be kinda full of themselves but they have BDE and are pretty hot so I'll give them that

Mars: VOICE is soooo good. However they tend to be low-key problematic tbh. Will get very snappy and petty real quick

Venus: I know this is venus's domicile but... most taurus venus I've seen were low-key kinda..... harsh and stern in their love style?? And not all that loyal if im honest with you, they're only loyal when they see personal benefit/satisfaction. It’s true that they’ll spoil you if they truly love you tho

Gemini

Mars: comeback queens/kings, also very multi-talented. What else can I say they always manage to be so iconic

Moon: out of all gemini placements they're the most likely to sit down and really listen to you. Can be too honest, another say-it-like-it-is placement. Comforting others is not their forte but they're very tolerant and patient

Venus: golden retriever energy, extroverted and popular and I've said this before but they can be very loyal!!

Sun: they are cool and so so funny but can also be veeeeery immature and a bit self-righteous. I love them but that bad press they have in pop culture exists for a reason that's all im gonna say

ASC: they're very intelligent and entertaining but gemini on the asc is such a messy placement imo cause they have an identity/existencial crisis at least twice a day which can make them kinda chaotic people to have in your life (love you guys tho)

Mercury: talking with them is VERY annoying tbh. They will just roughly listen to what you say just keep interrupting and eventually start their own monologue. They ain't listening they aren't even wanting for their turn to speak they're just waiting for whatever opportunity to speak

Cancer

Mercury: such good listeners!! also they are very honest and genuine with what they say like aries mercury but more tactful

Venus: this placement soothes down the most fiery personality. They are very loved and inexplicably magnetic

ASC: mommy issues. I love their intuition and they are really good at creating community wherever they go but my only complaint is they are defensive 24/7

Moon: hit or miss. Either really emotionally mature person that wants to take care of everyone or very immature and childish with a victim complex

Sun: huge attention seekers. Insecure, codependent and always looking for validation. Tend to portray themselves as innocent/clueless/harmless, etc.

Mars: these are SLY motherfuckers, they scare me more than scorpio mars

Leo

Moon: I have to admit this placement surprised me for the better. Yes they can be egotistical and entitled but when developed leo moons are very profound and passionate people with strong morals and are really good at inspiring others and lifting them up

Sun: the main character complex rumors may or may not be true but their magnetism and charm is undeniable

Mars: extremely prideful, my way or the highway kinda attitude, but they’re usually pretty harmless people from what I’ve seen. Their anger can be intense but they let it go easily after some dramatic moment. Dedicated.

ASC: daddy issues central. Known to be the most introverted leo placement but they’re very very very attached to their pride underneath. They really do wanna be/feel special and unique to the point of keeping most people at arm’s length cause that’s how much they wanna distinct themselves

Mercury: won’t hesitate to change topics if they don’t care what is being talked about or it has nothing to do with them. Laser focused on their interests tho that’s pretty cool

Venus: yeah they're generous but also a bit overbearing and low-key snotty. Tendency to associate themselves with people they don’t like all that much just because it gives them status or cause they get to receive lavish treatment

Virgo

Mars: omfg I love this placement so much. They handle conflict with SO much grace and embody all the good traits of virgo (capable, responsible, hard workers, great to work with, helpful, self-accountable....) *lady gaga's voice* talented brilliant incredible amazing show-stopping spectacular-

Venus: genuinely very responsable, dedicated and loyal in their relationships and commitments. I always find myself often complimenting their style and fashion choices

Mercury: a bit of a menace bc they can be good liars but they're always very very talented individuals in whatever it is they do

ASC: pretty self-serving tbh and often come across as goody-two-shoes or know-it-alls but they're alright for the most part. The virgo placement that has it the LEAST together tbh

Moon: they'll be there for you when you need help or advice but they can be pretty judgmental. They have a tendency to not really give people some grace. If they genuinely like you tho they’ll be extremely appreciative of everything you do right. Supportive

Sun: Very standoffish personality. Hard on themselves on the surface but probably also has a hidden superiority complex. The only placement where I prefer the men over the women

Libra

Moon: least superficial libra placement. Very introspective, sweet and find it really easy to understand other's emotions in an unbiased way

Mercury: invented the concept of understanding and voicing other perspectives with necessarily agreeing. Mind of their own.

Venus: superficial and obsessed with the opposite sex? Yes. Extremely devoted in all their relationships? Also yes.

Sun: meh. I keep having this experience with Libra Suns where I think they're great at first but then they end up being... not so great after some time. They're not bad really but their air-headedness makes them very unreliable

ASC: Their charm is manipulative and can easily hide a shitty personality underneath (not always the case tho). They're also the most emotionally superficial/detached of the bunch

Mars: hypocrates, huge huge hypocrates. Dubious morality. Playing devils advocate

Scorpio

Sun: they mind their own business and are really good at picking their battles wisely, only taking out their “dark” energy when it’s needed

Mars: don’t bother them and they won’t bother you. That’s the golden rule. Otherwise they’re pretty chill and unproblematic, dark humor enjoyers and strong-willed. I won’t say they’re completely drama free but hey

Mercury: they’ll be open to talk about anything, you can tell them literally anything and will listen intently without judgement. They can easily use info against others or withhold info tho so make sure they can be trusted

ASC: y’all low-key enjoy toxicity and drama but you don’t wanna admit it!!! They really thrive in uncomfortable situations and probably likes gossip too. One of the most black-or-white mindset placements

Venus: yeah not the best in relationships. They don’t really give their all and when they do give something it’s never unconditional. Relationships are always a power dynamic to them

Moon: Very tricky placement. Life has not been kind to them oof. Either they’re very traumatized people with a good heart deep down or very traumatized people with a really ugly and nasty soul. They also romanticize psychopaths and antisocial behaviors for some reason?????

Sagittarius

ASC: yes Im biased I don't care. But, be honest, when have you met a sag asc that wasn't cool af? Case closed. Life's good as a sag asc and when it's not, we make it that way

Sun: if you keep the men out of the equation sag suns are amazing!!! Their personality is like a breath of fresh air

Mercury: soso profound and intelligent. Will introduce you to new perspectives, great researchers. So good at finding answers and solutions!!!

Venus: Very open-minded, they are genuinely very accepting of literally any kind of person! They will applaud and celebrate your differences and quirks however they tend to be flighty and pretty light on their feet

Moon: Anger issues!!! Very volatile and defensive people underneath that chill and funny persona. They have well-known beef with someone. Don't like admitting their wrong, prone to ghosting everyone 99% of the times

Mars: the most entitled and rude out of all the sagittarius placements. The type to laugh in your face and never take accountability, their attitude can be revolting if you ask me

Capricorn

Venus: they make me MELT. So incredibly attractive, reliable, such an impecable taste, the way they treat you will bring you to your knees like ugh I can't

Mars: most resilient individuals I've seen truly!! Literally nothing will bring them down. So so ambitious, focused and have endless energy love them

Sun: cap suns and I have natural synergy. They're very level-headed, reliable, loyal and mature. However they are huge fatalists, very pessimistic and my jupiterian ass ain’t got time for that

ASC: too obsessed with their status and/or how they're perceived compared to others in their circle like sis stop caring sm what others think and live a little!!!

Mercury: listen, these folks can be very intelligent and well-read, but they tend to come across as narrow-minded or bigoted sometimes with the things the say or how they say things

Moon: I wanna root for y'all cap moons but being honest I've seen this placement is very common in really toxic personalities. They hold lots of past resentments and can be very judgmental and mean similar to virgo moons

Aquarius

ASC: socially adaptable but they stay true to themselves at the same time. Attractive, loyal and fresh personality/presence.

Mars: veeeery likable and popular. They really are dedicated to making an impact on the people

Sun: when they just simply focus on being themselves and doing their own thing they're very genuinely special and chill people and great friends! However when they care too much about being making themselves special they're very egocentric and unnecessarily problematic

Venus: messy placement. Very welcoming but they have big trust issues. They go back and forth between 'everyone loves me' and 'everyone hates me' and so they act accordingly....

Mercury: super intelligent, great in debates and very convincing, they always make great points. However the god complex is BLATANT here, they really think they're the only one that's right

Moon: another deeply traumatized placement. They can be great advocates for the collective however they tend to lack empathy specially when it comes to interpersonal relationships

Pisces

Sun: rough around the edges at first but they are a lot more helpless and vulnerable than they seem on the surface. Also they are genuinely really good at disappearing??? You won't even notice they're gone. Their presence is striking tho

Mercury: "idk what the fuck she's saying but girl I am living!". They have such a rich inner world I can't. SEDUCTIVE

ASC: they are... functioning humans. They go around life not being completely sure of what's going on but hey that Jupiter is somehow making everything work for them

Moon: "There is an idea of Pisces Moons, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real them. Only an entity, something illusory. And though they can hide their wondering gaze, and you can shake their hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense your life styles are probably comparable, they simply are not there"

Venus: I've already spilled the tea on this placement. Next.

Mars: ever person I've seen with this placement was mentally unwell like, severely. They're doormats for the most part but there's this hidden side of them that can turn into a total demon

by astrobydalia

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littlelovelunette · 12 days ago

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Saturday Night

�� 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Vi x Fem!Reader ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Contains tattooing r, watching porn, kissing and sloppy making out, slightly suggestive touching, groping, very slight titty groping

Vi stood by your side all the time when you got your first tattoo, it wasn't anything all that fancy. Just her name on your back, your tattoo spelled out “Violet’s Property.”

Vi stared at you with pride in her blue eyes as she held your hand, the tattoo artist was careful to make sure every little letter was perfect, straight and proper. Because, he knew what would've happened if he gave you something permanent to stick with in life, you were Vi's girlfriend after all.

You looked up at Vi, making the other woman melt. You looked so adorable with the nervousness lingering in your eyes, “Hey, it's gonna be okay,” Vi said gently, taking both your hands in hers. The tattoo artist paused to give you the time to shift before he went back at it.

A bit later, it was done, and you were checking it out on the mirror, “It's so pretty,” you mumbled.

Vi smiled, wrapping her arms around your waist, bringing you close, “Mhm, thank you, darling, you didn't really have to though.”

You sighed softly, “I know my mother wasn't all that fond of me getting the tat but come on!”

Vi sighed, “Not just that…” Vi kissed your cheek, “Just, people tend to get on them nerves about name tattoos, they say shit like ‘Y’all gonna regret it when y’all break up.’ and it's infuriating,” she nipped at the side of your neck, “Maybe I'm overthinking.”

“Vi, we're married!” You giggled, trying to push her away, taking a deep inhale of her scent. She smelled so good. Like vanilla.

“Yeah, I'm overthinking,” Vi groaned. “Let's go, get our minds off of this then, babe,” you gave her a mischievous grin.

“What you wanna do when we get back?” Vi asked as you walked to the cashier, paying for the tattoo before heading on out.

“I don't know, let's see…” Vi followed you out of the tattoo shop, quickly grabbing your hand. Vi had this thing where she couldn't be walking on the streets of Zaun if your hand wasn't in hers. It was like her little reassurance that you were still there for her even though everyone else had left.

When you and her reached the apartment, Vi unlocked the door with her key and took her jacket off. As messy as she was, you still loved her so you bit back the condescending remark rising in your throat when Vi threw her jacket on the couch.

She pulled you by the wrist into the bedroom and slumped in bed, “Today was a busy day.” She said.

“We only just got me a tattoo!” You giggled.

“Yeah, super busy,” Vi smiled at you, before she grabbed her laptop off the bedside table, “I'm bored, what do we watch today? It's a Saturday night.”

You slipped under the covers and laid on your side beside Vi, “Wanna watch some… porn?” Vi looked at you with mild shock on her face before it melted away into something else.

“I see where you're going, girl,” she giggled and opened her laptop. She swerved through the internet in an attempt of finding some good porn to watch, “Hmmmm... Some of these are just downright obnoxious,” Vi said, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

“Yeah, baby, I know,” you leaned against her arm, nuzzling against the crook of her neck causing her to smile, she craned her neck to the side, planting a kiss at the top of your hair. As she entered PornHub, you got mrke comfortable. Your back was still tingling from the tattoo who had gotten inked onto the skin, but it was bound to hurt, no?

Vi stared at the screen with something akin to horror on her face. The two girls on the screen didn't waste time getting into it. The video was two minutes in and they were already on the floor, grinding their pussies together and the fake high-pitched moans were almost annoying. “What the actual fuck...” Vi mumbled.

“Ugh,” you shook your head, “That's so icky,” you mumbled and muted the video. “That's disgusting, and I can't believe I just said porn is disgusting.”

“No, no, you have a point,” Vi sighed, placing one hand around your frame being careful not to accidentally brush it over your fresh tat, “It's only disgusting when they do…” she looked at the screen where the girls were making out extravagantly, “... That.”

You chuckled, pushing the laptop off her land so it landed on the bed beside her. You moved up so you were straddling her thighs, “So, you're an expert at making out now?” You asked with a grin.

“Oh, is it that surprising?” Vi smirked, revelling in your teasing.

Your hand reached upto brush the tufts of cherry pink hair out of her face, “C’mon, then, mamas, gimme a kissy.” Vi chuckled, nuzzling her nose with yours before her warm lips met yours.

You grinned in the kiss, intentionally pursing your lips so Vi couldn't get access to your mouth. Vi's eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed so she let her hands wander, reaching under your shirt to grab your breasts with ease since you weren't wearing a bra. You felt her feeling up your boobs before giving them a subtle squeeze, but your lips remained shut.

Then you squeaked, jerked a little, your mouth opened and Vi took the chance to shove her tongue inside. She had pinched your nipple, and that took you by surprise.

You could feel the smugness from Vi’s demeanor as she kissed you deeper, tongue exploring your mouth as her hands continued squeezing your flesh— your hips, waist, thighs and breasts. “Fuck,” she mumbled as she pulled back just for a few seconds before she went back at it again. You giggled, she wasn't letting go anytime soon now that she had you where she wanted you.

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mwahsol · 8 months ago

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Hug rankings

Description: Deciding to do a couples trend on TikTok you watch, amused, Caitlin's reaction to the options on the filter.

This is dedicated to @fortheloveofwbb thank you lovey for encouraging me to come back 💛 (She also read this first)

When Caitlin got home she had kissed you and told you she was going to go shower so she could come back to the coach so you both could cuddle and continue watching love island together. If you were honest you kind of enjoyed seeing her all sweaty with her hair tied up but knowing she hates it, you let her go without complaints.

While waiting for her , you decided to go on TikTok for a bit. Coming across a video of a girl telling her boyfriend to rank what type of hugs he'd be ok with another guy giving her from a scale of one to ten, you started to wonder what would your girlfriend rank them knowing she hates it when anyone touches you. In her words, “What do they need to hold you for, they can get their own partners,” and her “need” to be touching you basically all the time also adds to your wonder of how she would do the ranking. When you hear the shower stop running you decide that you'd do it, curiosity too high to stop and giving her fans content would also be nice since she refuses to make tiktok for her own account even though she's more than happy to film for anyone else.

When you see her come out of your guys room in a gray hoodie and matching sweats you can help but admire her for a bit. “Whatcha looking at babe?” Oh she loves it when you admire her, how could she not? You are the prettiest girl she's ever laid eyes upon, she carries pictures of you in her wallet everywhere she goes so that she can show you off whenever she sees the opportunity. Before games she kisses the picture for good luck, which Aliyah will never not tease her for. So yes she will be cocky when she catches you drooling over her.

“You.” You're not ashamed. Not one bit.

“Yeah?” The smirk she has on her face could send you into cardiac arrest if you're honest. The way you can tell that she's flexing her arms as she crosses them under her hoodie, oh you definitely want to get your hands on her as soon as possible. “Mhm come here wanna see something.”

As she walks over to you laying down she hunches over so you can reach for her, your arms wrap themselves around her neck while your legs circle at her waist. She stands up straight taking you with her, her hands start ferreting your back moving to your waist for a minute and then finally to hold your ass so she can securely hold you and perhaps because she enjoys holding it, knowing it's completely hers to hold.

“Did you just want to feel me up?” She asks, chuckling a bit as she feels you feel her shoulders, then your hands wander to her biceps. What can you say, you're a woman of taste. As you pull your head from her neck you peck her lips before you both come face to face. “Hmmmm I don't know what you're talking about, I just missed my girlfriend. Is that a crime?”

“No, trust I missed my girlfriend too.” When she answers back you can feel her grip on your butt get harder. “Yeah I can tell, you're gripping my ass for dear life.” You laugh out knowing you're not any better.

Rolling her eyes she turns around so that she can lay down with you on top of her. When she finally gets comfortable she starts caressing your back with one hand while the other goes to grab the remote from the coffee table so she can start setting up the show.

“OH wait!” You sit up and start looking for your phone so that you can film the TikTok you were originally planning on.

“Everything ok baby?” Caitlin asks since you basically shot up, with her hand still on you trying to pull you back down on her.

“I saw this TikTok and I want to film it with you love,” you bat your eyelashes at her knowing it might take a bit of convincing since you know she might not want to film after her long day.

“Ok,” she says while smiling at you.

“Really? You'll do it?” it surprised you honestly since when you film things on your own she’ll pop in for a second or say something out of view but this time she'll be the main focus.

“Ofcourse, anything you want,” how could she say no to you? You could ask her to build you a house and she would have it done as soon as possible? So filming a TikTok that gets you excited? Yeah she's definitely doing it for you, she's just hoping it's not a dance.

Being excited you lay on next to her with her arm around your shoulders, but not before kissing her. “If filming these with you gets me kisses I'll do as many as you want,” Caitlin says while caressing your cheek.

Letting out a laugh you pull away and open the app and go to find the filter you're looking for.

Hitting the record button you give her your phone so that she can see what's going on the screen. Being somewhat confused she looks at you while you start explaining.

“Ok so you have to rank how ok you'd be with someone hugging me like this, from a scale of one to ten so like one being ok and ten being not ok.” You explain so that she can get the idea.

“Why would they be hugging you in the first place?” She pulls a face while looking at you like you just told her the weirdest news.

Letting out a small laugh on her face you grab the hand on the arm that's around your shoulder and play her fingers so it can ease her up a bit. “It's like hypothetically if someone were to give me these types of hugs when they were at an event or something like a baby.”

“Still don't see why they need to touch you but ok, man or women?” She lets out a pout at the idea of someone hugging you that she doesn't know. “Hm well in our case a woman no?”

As you answer, her face drops and the camera picks up how she looks at you in complete shock. Giggling you can help but give her a small peck, “Come on Cait, just perpend please.”

“Fine, can I put them all at ten?” She asks with a small smile hoping you'll let her. “The filter only gives you one ten baby, I’m sorry.” Her face drops again but turns back to the screen fully so that she can start ranking.

“Ok first one patting hug,” you read out so she can think.

“Like you patting them or they pat you?” She asks so she can choose where to put it.

“I guess they pat me right?” You reason out since this is others hugging you.

“Ok that's good because it's not too friendly and those are usually quick,” Caitlin says with a smile and nodding while she puts it at the number two place. You can't help but laugh a bit since seeing as she's so proud of herself.

Looking at the next hug picture you see it and instantly smirk a little knowing shell most likely consider this as one of the worst.

“Catcher hug, what the fu- oh my god would those be your legs around her, why is she even carrying you like that. Yeah no that's not happening, I'm the only one that can hold her like that.” She goes on a mini rant while her face starts getting red. “Ok so where is it going?”

“Twelve.” You can see how serious she is but you break it to her that there is no twelve so she reluctantly puts it at nine.

“Nine?” shocked you asked her.

“Yeah I have a feeling there's worse.” Looking at her you can see this will stress her out but it makes for a funny video so can't complain too much.

As the one armed hug pops up she slowly starts nodding in satisfaction and instantly puts it at four. “This is what I like to see, quick, easy, and it'd be short so good enough for me.” She lets out a hum in satisfaction.

“Whatever you say baby.”

“EYE TO EYE?! What are they so close to?!” Seeing her put it at eight makes you laugh because she sides you like you actually did it in front of her.

When the waist hug comes on you see her fully turn her head to you. “So you basically are cheating on me,” she claims while looking at you very seriously.

“What?” you ask in shock because it's just a filter but it's getting her heated.

“Why would you be hugging her waist to waist?” she asks like she caught you in the act.

“Caitlin oh my- this is a fake hypothetical and I wouldn't even be the one to initiate the hug.” You shake your head while laughing a bit at her reaction.

“Why are you letting her though?” She lets out a pout as she turns back to rank it as ten.

“OH! Now you guys are slow dancing yeah no. Baby it won't let me make it ten.” She complains that she gets closer to the phone and keeps clicking the ten stop so it can go.

“Honey you already used your ten, you have to put it somewhere else.” You laugh at her determination but her face falls knowing she'll have to put it at seven.

“Ok guys I’m putting it at seven but just know it's a ten, basically most of these are a ten but you know.” She explains as the video goes on while your chuckles can be heard while she holds you closer to her chest now.

“Y/n were literally in this position right now.” She says as if she's offended even at the idea of you cuddling with someone who isn't her.

“You still have to rank it.” You tell her as you kiss her hand that you've been playing with.

“Fine.” She rolls her eyes knowing if it actually happened she'd rip you out of their grasp and ready to fight whoever you're cuddling with. “Wanna get this over with.” She mumbles out hoping to get through this quicker.

“I promise I'll order food so we can watch love island with something good. Hm how does that sound?” Your proposition as you kiss her cheek.

“Ok let's just get through this.”

She puts it at six seeing as there's no other options. Mumbling under her breath that this game sucks, you laugh a bit.

“See classic hug, not that bad.” You tell her hoping to cheer her up a bit.

“I don't want them to hug you at all but fine three it is I guess.” She lets out a bit.

“Resting heads is crazy.” You hear her say while she shakes her head disappointed that all of the spots are basically filled so it has to go at five.

As soon as you think it's about over she instantly sits up, making you drop your head onto the couch, you see her pull the phone up to her face as if to see if what she's seeing is right.

“PICKPOCKET HUG?!” Oh yeah. You forgot about that one.

“Yeah no. Wrap it up, this game is over. No way I'm putting that at one. No.” She puts the phone on the coffee table while she gets up and starts passing around the living room ranting about how she would get into a fight if she ever saw that happen.

Picking up the phone you chuckle and tell everyone that that's it for the ranking and to watch the Fevers next game. While in the background still hearing Caitlin talking and her footsteps.

Putting down the phone you get up and go to hug her around her waist. setting your chin on her chest to look up at her you start speaking, “You know I wouldn't let someone actually touch me like that right?”

Letting out a sigh she wraps her arms around your shoulders and lets out a chuckle, “Yeah just imagining it gets me all sweaty you know.”

“I know baby but hey it makes for good content,” getting on your tippy toes you kiss her. After a minute or two you pull away as she chases your lips getting in a few pecks, you pull away from her arms and start walking to the couch and lay down with your arms open for her to join her.

As she goes to lay on you, she puts her head on your chest while she finally puts on love island.

“Hand me my phone please baby, I'll DoorDash something.” Handing you the phone she keeps her eyes on the screen while you finish ordering the food and going to post the video while laughing at watching it again.

“I'll send you the edits I see while you're at practice tomorrow.” You kiss her forehead while you both wait for the food.

“Send me the cute couple ones, I need more to put in my favorites.” She says smiling imagining the edits people have made of you and your relationship.

“Ok Cait, but I'm saving the funny ones they'll make about you.” You laugh while running your fingers through her hair, enjoying that you have a girlfriend that isn't ashamed to show people that she adores you and you aren't shy either. Just two people in love, cuddling on a couch you picked out because she wanted to make you happy, in an apartment, in Indiana far from family but you wouldn't have it any other way. She's home to you, she's it for you, so when she got drafted you knew you'd follow her without her even having to ask.

Hey so did I delete everything because something happened in my personal life? Yes BUT I will be putting back up my old work. I'll be editing them then putting them back. As for future works I write I'll be taking my time so I don't burn myself out and I'm busy with classes so please bare with me, but with all said I hope you enjoy this <3

Kiss the sun 🌞

#fluff #wlw #wbb x reader #caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark fic

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exquisink · 4 months ago

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f!sorcerer reader, dubcon, stalking, possessiveness, harassment (there will be a non sorcerer reader version)

bully!satosugu aren’t your average bullies. they aren’t bogged down each time you ignore their attempts at getting under your skin. they know you’re smart and know better… but so are they and they do too. and maybe they’re less interested in breaking you down more than simply getting to know you :)

(but they need to understand you aren’t your average target. you can and will stand up for yourself. you don’t show much interest in general and that just baffles them.)

bully!satosugu…who aren’t the kind to dominate the small world of jujutsu tech one because there’s no reason for that or anything to gain from it either but they are instead viewed as just two boys sharing the same brain cell. shoko and utahime tell you not to pay them any mind; they’re just two dumbasses with an overinflated sense of importance being speshul grades. nanami even reiterates the fact. plus they annoy everyone, so it’s not like you’re a special case here.

bully!satosugu who get all up in your space and in your business, ignoring your protests when they snatch your books and notes out of your hands and lap and geto’s scooping you into his strong hold instead.

“why’s a grade 3 sorcerer wasting her time? trust me, we have better things in mind for a pretty thing like you,” geto purrs.

“and besides, what use is a grade 3 in the field when the two strongest can just take care of everything? hmmmm?” gojo taunts while fiddling with a stray strand of your hair.

instead of seeming intimidated, you’re just annoyed that your work has been disrupted. you don’t give them an outward reaction, just a deadpan, “if you don’t let me go i’ll use my curse technique to castrate the two of you.”

that seems to work for now!

bully!satosugu who…for some reason hover over you like they’re your bodyguards yet you treat them as if they’re not there the entire time. even if gojo can usually annoy someone to the point of tears, you don’t react, instead you’re able to completely tune him AND geto out.

how… Unnerving! Perplexing?

bully!satosugu who HATE to see you divert your attention to anyone else be it nanami or haibara or even shoko and utahime. something sets them off when you giggle a little too hard at some off hand deadpan remark nanami makes, you keep making eyes at him like you like him and not them. what’s up with that? and then they see nanami resting his hand on your thigh……….

and shooting a glare their way, as if to ward them off of you or else? wha?

bully!satosugu who aren’t keen on the idea of you trying to have a life outside of them (you never wanted a life with them from the start, but you digress) so they corner you in one of the empty lecture halls. you tell them you don’t know what they mean. in fact you insist, because you really don’t understand (or really care either). you have no regard for them, but they seem to hold so much interest in you and they don’t like that you don’t appreciate their attention so you had to get it instead from fucking NANAMI.

setting your book on your lap, you meet their accusatory gazes with disinterest.

“i don’t have to entertain any of this,” you remark, “i’m not interested in engaging in something like this when we’re in an environment where we’re forced to coexist. i will acknowledge you as my peers but nothing more.”

thinking you have the last word, you get up and brush past them, but geto grabs your wrist and twists you around. you grunt.

“maybe we have to show her why she should want us by her side, satoru,” he suggests in a low, dangerous tone.

“will she actually learn this time, though?”

“oh, it doesn’t matter. we can always repeat the lesson until she understands,” geto yanks you toward him until your back hits his front, your breath hitching as you feel a growing erection through his baggy uniform.

“you both might find better payoff deepthroating each other,” you scoff.

geto’s nostrils flare at that.

“such a foul mouth,” he snarls, "better watch that tone with us."

“yeah,” satoru pitches in, inching closer with a little smirk. “maybe we ought to plug it up.”

TBC???

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angelsdean · 18 days ago

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to clarify my prev ask: i dont think he said anything anti destiel but some fans heard jensen say he didnt know what dean was thinking during cas's confession and are acting like he went on a homophobic rant i think.

Oh well then those people are stupid lmaoo. I made a post yesterday about his whole “I forgot to act” line and how I think he over-exaggerates that as a “bit” almost in a strategic way to avoid having to make definitive statements about what dean was feeling in that moment because it’s not his job as an actor to “word of god” tell us these things, esp since dean has not yet actually had the chance to speak his feelings on screen (and this is something that many hope will be explored in the reboot).

Jensen has said so many positive things abt the confession scene over the years. I believe was the first to gush abt it, in an interview shortly after it aired, talking abt how he watched fan reactions to the scene and swapped videos back and forth. How they collaborated on set to come up with the bloody handprint callback. He’s praised Misha’s performance a million times. When spnwin was still airing he teased that he hoped to have Cas appear in the future. Also that he’d love to see what Dean and Cas’s reunion might be and hoped we’d get to see it (also saying dean would want to talk abt Cas’s “goodbye”. Then later saying that Cas’s declaration (“testament”) of love was Clear Text and Cas’s feelings were something understood between the two of them). He’s also said that he played dean sobbing on the bunker floor afterwards as thinking to himself that he should’ve said something. should’ve told Cas he loved him too and hugged him. Said that dean didn’t really process Cas’s words til the empty had already taken Cas and he was alone in the dungeon. At yet ANOTHER con he said that dean’s biggest regret is that he couldn’t save Cas. His BIGGEST. So much shit has happened to him, he lost so many people, and the biggest thing he regrets is not being able to save Cas. And then another time, when asked generally what advice would s15 dean give to s4 dean, he said he would tell younger dean to trust Cas / appreciate him bc he’s going to be one of the most important people in his life (paraphrasing but the was the gist). Like!! He could’ve chosen anything else. Could’ve said he’d warn dean about chuck or some other threat but no, he wanted to tell his younger self abt Cas. Like hmmmm doesn’t sound to me like jensen hates Cas or dean and Cas’s bond. Sounds to me like he understands just how important Cas is to Dean, and how important this relationship is to many fans.

He’s not misha, he’s never going to be misha saying really direct things or overly sexual things abt destiel. That’s not jensen’s style. And also I think people forget that misha gets to be waaay more open abt destiel things bc CAS got to speak his feelings and confess his love. Dean is still a bit in limbo. We can of course interpret and come to our own conclusions based on the text (and I’d argue dean’s feelings have been more explicit throughout the show than Cas’s has been up until the confession scene) but since it hasn’t been spoken in the same way jensen can’t (and won’t —and I agree with him, it’s not his place) “word of god” confirm or deny any of dean’s feelings.

If people want to twist him toeing the line with these things and giving vague / deflecting answers as him being “anti” destiel then they’re just being willfully ignorant and kinda stupid.

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linkman447 · 2 months ago

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Married life (Kali)

Jaune: woooo and done

Jaune looking at the work he has completed

Jaune: ok *pulls out list* chopped wood, check, catch fish *looks at basket full of fish* check, practice my sword swings, check, welp I got my list mostly done

Kali: oh baby you back here?

Jaune: hey kitten how’s your day?

Kali mesmerized by the shirtless form of her husband: 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Jaune: Kali baby you ok?

Kali snaps out of it: oh yes dear I am. Did you finish your list.

Jaune: well mostly I still have to cook and fix the fence.

Kali: can I see that

She pulls the list out of his hands

Kali definitely writing something: oh honey you forgot this

She hands it back

Jaune: let me see… breed your sexy milf wife like the horny cat she is, really babe we have guests coming

Kali: oh sweety about that

Flashback

Kali: my little kitten your home

Blake: you know mom when I said you dad would want you to move on I don’t think he meant my crush

Yang: yeah lover boy was ours

Pyrrha: whose?

Yang: your heard me p-money you had your chance but blew it hell, he was your partner and you only got your spine after he found someone

Ruby: why am I here jaunes just by bff

Weiss: hey I thought- (wait if you play this right you can get out of this bff nonsense) I mean yes he’s just your bff ruby I think that means we can go

Ruby: your right bbff

Weiss: bbff?

Ruby: my bestest best friend forever

Weiss starts crying over her failed plans as she is dragged off

Blake: now back to the fact you stole our man

Kali: oh sweetie you forgot our customs

Blake:… you mean

Kali: yes

Yang: what’s going on

Blake: yang, Pyrrha. Get your sexiest underwear

Yang: ???

Blake: I’ll tell you while we get dressed

Pyrrha uses her understanding of multiple cultures pounded into her by her agent: hmmmm oh , oh , oooohhhhhh, fuck yes

Kali: oh good your all on board I need to make a call

Later

Kali on scroll: oh yes juni they all agreed

Juniper:…

Kali: yes, yes, I know the deal I breed your son with my fertile body as well as my daughter, bonus I got her girlfriend and your boys stalker ahem partner

Juniper:…

Kali: oh yes I do agree this is good news, anyway where was I, oh yes and in return for giving you grandchildren you will let me marry your wonderful son, you held up your end now in a few hours I’ll hold up mine

Juniper: ….

Kali: great I’ll see you for winter holidays and by which point I’ll be eating for 2

Flashback ends

Kali: I need you to fallow me please

Jaune: wait what about my friends

Kali: if you fallow me it’ll answer all your questions

She leads him to their bedroom to reveal Blake, yang, and Pyrrha in the most revealing underwear he’s seen today (yes his wife is quite naughty)

Yang: you ready to get down and dirty lover boy

Blake: welcome home master (her outfit has a collar and lead)

Pyrrha: you ready for a more intimate training session jaune

Jaune: what’s going on Kali?

Kali: good lord your so silly baby, I’m keeping my word, I am an arc now

Jaune: what do you mean

Kali: you, me, and these lovely ladies are going to make one big happy family by making babies

Jaune: … my mom put you up to this

Kali: to be fair this would have happened with or without her involvement

Jaune: well who’s first

Kali: oh baby mama’s first

She pounced on him

Next one will be summer she was the last one on my list then I’ll be taking requests or whatever else I can think of

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myown-worstenemy-2003 · 6 months ago

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Someone Else Callin' You Baby?

A/N: Hey y'all! I'm back on my bullshit with a mini-series! This is "chapter one" of the series! Can't wait to see the reactions to this! I hope you enjoy, and let me know any feedback that you have! If you feel up to it send me a request and I will do my best to give it justice!

Summary: You and your daughter are new to Hawkins, what's going to happen when you find your boyfriend, Billy Hargraves with someone else in his car?

Word Count: about 1300

"A-B-C! It's easy as one, two, fwee!" you hear from the backseat. You look into the rearview mirror, your five-year-old daughter was in her car seat looking out the window and singing along to The Jackson Five. You were on the way to see your boyfriend and for him to finally meet your daughter. It had taken you a few months for you to even think about letting him meet your daughter. But you ended up deciding that you liked him enough to let him meet her, that was today's plan.

You flicked on the turn signal as you came to the stop sign. You look at the house on the corner, home to your boyfriend, Billy. But you saw his car backing out of his driveway. You frown in confusion, did he forget that you were coming over today?

It was when he was leaving his road was when you caught a glimpse of someone in the passenger side, a woman to be specific. She was messing with the radio like she'd done it a million times before.

It wasn't until someone honked behind you that you realized that you still sitting at the stop sign. You turned off your turn signal and went straight instead.

"Are we there yet, Mommy?" Rhiannon asked, curious. You at her in the rearview mirror and said, trying to keep the tears from falling, "I think we're going to go to the park instead, is that okay?"

She nodded and them asked, "What about your friend? Is your friend coming to the park too?"

"No honey, somethin' came up, and they can't make it this time."

"Otay, Mommy."

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"Mat 'n cheese, Mommy!" Rhiannon said excitedly whenever she got her kid's menu and started coloring. You smiled back to her, "Yes baby, you can have mac 'n cheese."

After you both got your food, Rhiannon was eating her mac n' cheese with her fork, sloppily but it was getting the job done.

You started thinking.

Two weeks ago that you and him. Riding down back roads, and singing along to the radio. Well, more like you were singing to the radio.

As you were thinking, you looked around and noticed that people were looking at you and whispering.

You're just being paranoid. You thought to yourself.

You heard 'Billy' whispered with your name along with someone else's name that you couldn't quite hear. You decided that it was time to go.

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Billy called you to hang out, that was when you got some answers.

"I don't know Billy, I've been kinda busy and want to stay in with my daughter tonight," you told him.

"But we haven't see each other in weeks. I just miss my girl."

"Am I though?"

Billy paused, "What?"

"Am I your girl?"

"What makes you think that?"

"I saw you with another girl when I was going to bring my daughter over for her to meet you. A few days later, I heard people talkin' about us at the diner."

"Baby, I'm sorry, I forgot that we had that planned! My sister needed a ride to-"

You cut him off, "Just tell me, do you still want me to be in your life or not. That's all I want to know."

He was quiet for a second. The he spoke up, "Can I just have a little time to think and make sure that I'm ready to give you everything I have?"

You nodded your head, "Yes. When your ready, I'll be here. Just...keep in touch too. I still care about you. I'll see you later, okay?"

He gave you a long hug and then you left. Not exactly happy with the result but it was a start to something hopefully.

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"Let's see, what kinda cereal should we get?"

"Hmmmm, Toast Cwunch!" Rhiannon said excitedly. You both were in the store getting groceries for the week.

"Perfect choice baby girl!" you said excitedly with her, and put the box in the cart. You pushed the cart to move down the aisle and Rhiannon shouted, "Onwawd!"

While looking down the pasta aisle you spotted a familiar head of hair, a strawberry blond mullet, with a familiar denim jacket on his shoulders. You smiled and waited for him to turn around so you could wave at him, but as he did, you saw he was holding hands with another woman, that was not his sister.

You quickly backed out of the aisle. It was time to have the talk about you guys.

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You just put Rhiannon to bed and was watching TV while eating popcorn, when there was a knock on your door. You got up from your spot on the couch and answered the door.

There stood Billy leaning against the doorway, looking up at you with his charming smile that worked on you when you first started dating.

"Hey (Y/N), I missed you."

"Hi Billy, come in," you let him in and close the door behind you. You stand in the middle of the living room with your arms crossed, "How've you been?"

"Good, I've been meaning to call you and take you out," he said with his 'charming' smile again, now that smile just made you mad.

"Just been a bit...busy?" you asked with a little venom dripping in your voice.

"Yeah...a little busy," he looked at you for a second after picking up on your voice, "How about you?"

"Who was the girl that you were with in the grocery store the other day?" you asked out of nowhere. You could see that he was taken aback.

He didn't know that you saw him.

"I was with my cousin."

"Oh, really? You hold hands with your cousins?"

He threw his head back, and you said, "Just tell me what you really want. You wanted time and space, so I backed off and let you have that. I didn't think that it meant movin' along. So if you are callin' someone else baby just tell me. Bein' in the dark is drivin' me crazy and I just need to know."

He looked at you like he didn't know what to say.

"Look, it'll be what it will be, it's either her or me. Give me the word and you can be free and I'll leave you alone. If you're over me, just lay it on me. Just rip the Band-Aid off. So...are you seein' someone else?"

He looked away and quietly said, "Yes. I am."

"Okay. That's all I needed to know. Thank you. I'll see you around Billy," you said in monotone voice and opened the door for him and he walked out. He looked back once and then walked to his car and left.

You closed the door as he left, you sighed as you sat down on the couch. That's when you let the tears flow.

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bro-idkwhatimdoinghere · 2 months ago

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Oh Billy… (part 2)

pairing- Billy hargrove x y/n

a/n- This is my first ever P2 so enjoy. Find Part 1 (here) enjoy!!

849 words!!

It had been weeks. Weeks since you had spoken to Billy and he had no idea why. Each day he would walk into the halls of Hawkins High with a hope that you would come clean and tell him why you started to ignore him. However he knew deep down that you would never do that and it hurt him , it hurt him to know that your friendship didnt matter to you as much as it did to him.

It had been weeks before you had spoken to him and it started to kill you inside each time you had to brush him off and run away from your locker. You knew that it was causing him hurt but you just couldn’t forgive him. If he wanted any forgiveness he would have to own up to his mistakes and apologise to Dustin. Sadly, you knew that it might never come to that.

When walking back into his house he was met by an angry Max. ‘Max what do you want’ he grumbled as he pushed past her to get into his room. ‘You hurt my friend’ she said in a stern voice ‘you shoved him into a locker and embarrassed him infront of everyone. What is wrong with you’ she muttered as he slammed his door in her face. Why should he care about one of her little friends, it was just a joke and everyone knew that, he thought to himself. ‘You really upset Henderson Billy’ she said with a sigh.

‘Henderson, did you just say Henderson’ he exclaimed grabbing her by her collar, ‘Yes Billy, get off me’ she shrugged him off and walked off. Billy knew that he had been a dickhead, he knew that he would get his karma one day but he always hoped and dreamed that you would still be with him, laughing and holding his hand the whole way through. But you weren’t, you were the one causing him this pain but it was his own fault, he had no one else to blame accept for himself.

In that moment he knew that he had to make things right, the ache in his chest only grew as he got into his car and drove to your house. Should he have gotten you flowers, should he have prepared a song maybe to tell you how sorry he was. No, he was overthinking you would hate that, you would kick him out and never even spare him a second glance. He wouldnt be able to bear that.

Working up the courage to knock on you open it and look up to meet Billys eyes. ‘What are you doing here, I thought i made it clear that i didnt want to have anything to do with you anymore’. That hurt Billy, it hurt him more than he would have expected, how could he live without you. You had been the ray of sunshine in his life, he couldnt let you go, no he wouldnt let you go.

‘I came here to apologise to Dustin, your brother’ he said while staring into your eyes. ‘Billy what’ you say in an annoyed tone’ you want to apologise?’ ‘Yes’ he states ‘it was wrong of me to push him into that locker and i cant live without you’ he admits. You look up at him with curious eyes’ what do you mean?’ ‘I mean i have spent the last few weeks trying to get you to notice me gain, its been hell, you are the only person that i can stand to be around. Your the only person i want to kiss, i want to hold your hand and do all that relationship stuff with you. Only you.’ His speech made your heart stop. He wanted you like you wantsd him, Billy Hargrove the most sought out person in Hawkins wanted you.

‘Ive missed you B’ you say while walking closer to him ‘but i need you to apologise to Dustin and he has to accept it or else i wont forgive you’ you say meeting his eye-line. Dustin came down the stairs and met Billy. ‘Im sorry for pushing you into that locker is was uncool of you and i would like your approval to date your sister’ ‘Hmmmm, you drive a hard deal but i know how happy you make her and she has been sooo sad the past few weeks without you so, apology accepted’ he stated walking past you both to get to his bike.

‘So you have been sad without me’ he said in a cocky tone while walking you back into your house. ‘Well as i remember you came to my house begging for an apology so i would say that you missed me too’ you say smirking at him. ‘Oh shush’ he whispered as he kissed your lips. You deepened the kiss and tugged on the ends of his hair. You break the kiss and smile up at him, ‘God your cute’ you say smiling up at him. ‘Your lucky i like you’ he says while kissing you again.

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atleastpleasetelephone · 5 months ago

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Little Darling

Chapter 2 - Love's in hiding

It's 1997, and Elvis is still alive and well. He quit music in 1972 after a successful world tour, and now he runs Presley Studios - teaching people karate across America. His daughter and grandchildren are regular visitors at Graceland, and when he’s in Memphis he likes to do a little teaching. His life is quieter now, though. Most of the Mafia have gone - going to live their own lives - and after his divorce from his second wife, Elvis is sworn off women for good. Will a Welsh girl with a wicked sense of humour be the one to make him break his promise to himself not to fall in love again?

Need to catch up? Go here.

Pairing: Old Man!Elvis x OC - Tegan, a Welsh girl he meets at karate.

Word count: 4.3K

TWs: Angst, body image issues, thigh riding.

A/N: Thanks all for the lovely comments on the last part. I'm planning on posting every other day so that I can make the Christmas part line up with Christmas... but we'll see!

“We need to make you look so good there’s no way he can say no.”

Maria is a woman on a mission. She’s standing with her hands on her hips, eyeliner pencil between her teeth, looking like she’s planning a military operation. When she’d heard from Tegan what had happened she’d been annoyed and her protective instincts had kicked in, suggesting not going to Graceland and even not going back to karate until Elvis left again. But that wasn’t what Tegan wanted, not really. So she switched to second best, which is making Elvis sorry he’d said he just wanted to be friends. This had led her to turn up bright and early at Tegan’s flat to make her shower, shave, bluff, pluck… and anything else that she could think of. Nails are painted and whilst they wait for them to dry she tries in vain to get her friend to wear anything on her face other than a little mascara.

Tegan shakes her head. “I’m terrible with make-up. I’ll just get it everywhere and eat all my lipstick off.”

Maria sighs but eventually decides to let it go, knowing she’ll have a battle on her hands anyway when it comes to choosing a swimsuit. And when the other woman comes out wearing a frumpy-looking one piece she knows she was right.

“You can’t go in that. Why don’t you wear a bikini?”

“Lisa said swimsuit.”

“I think you’re taking that a bit literally. I’m sure she just meant swimming costume generally. She definitely didn’t mean that ugly thing.”

Tegan grumbles, looking down at her swimming costume. She doesn’t think it looks that bad, but she’ll have to let Maria win on something. She already conceded the make-up thing, she’ll probably make the clothes her hill to die on. She goes back into her room and changes into a pink two piece, which does look better, though it’s a bit bright. She’s not sure what possessed her to buy it in the first place, really.

“Oh that looks good. What about that?”

Tegan screws her face up. “I dunno, Mar. It’s a bit… garish.”

“You’re a bit garish,” Maria jokes, gesturing at Tegan’s extensive tattoos.

“Hmmmm. I don’t have to go in the pool, you know. I can’t swim. Maybe I’ll just conveniently forget my swimming stuff.”

Maria shakes her head. “No. He’s going to know what he’s missing out on.” She gets up and bodily pushes Tegan back into her room again. “Why don’t you try the black one on?”

The black one seems like the best option, even though Tegan can’t quite get her head around the idea of stripping off to what she considers her underwear in public. She’s never been big on bikinis on the beach either. After some debate she decides on a long floral summer dress, and spends the next half an hour curling her hair.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this. I have to put it up anyway.”

“No you don’t. You look good with your hair down.”

“But it’s hot. And you want me to go in the pool.”

“Why don’t you arrive with your hair down and then put it up if you want to get in the pool?”

Tegan groans. “Okay. Fine. But it’s your fault if I get there looking like a sweaty mess.”

Maria just decides to take that, resisting the temptation to talk about the air conditioning in the car. Some things just aren’t worth it.

When she’s finally ready Tegan makes herself a gin and tonic and waits for an hour before leaving, chatting with her friend and drumming her fingers on the table impatiently. Maria had suggested it was better to make Elvis wait and she’d agreed, but she's nervous and she doesn't want all this extra time to think in. Graceland seems like such a fabled place, almost the stuff of dreams, that she can't quite believe she's going there.

Maria gives her a big hug goodbye and some encouraging words before she sets off. She offers again to go with her, but Tegan thinks she should go on her own, since she was the only one who was strictly speaking invited. She doesn’t love talking to strangers, but at least Lisa will be there. And Elvis. He did say he wanted to spend more time with her, even if it was as friends.

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Elvis spends most of the day pacing about the house and trying to find things to keep his hands busy. And then when guests start to arrive, he insists on answering the door himself, every time wondering if it will be Tegan. On more than one occasion Sonny tries to tell him that he can just look and see who it is on the CCTV, but he’s not listening. The house is getting full and she still hasn’t arrived. Why did he let Lisa invite her? Or, more to the point, why did he say he wanted to see her as a friend? He doesn’t want to see her as a friend, that’s bullshit and he knows it. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he stands in the living room, watching people mingle. A friend is all she can be. He’s been down this road before and it ended terribly. He can’t put himself through that again.

When the doorbell goes at around 4pm, Elvis strides over to the door as usual and flings it open. He’s so used to it not being Tegan, that when he looks and it is her he almost doesn’t recognise her. That, and the fact that she looks completely different out of her karate gear. Her dark brown hair is streaked with grey and frames her face in a sea of loose curls, and her eyes somehow look especially green. His eyes dart over her face and then trail down her body, and he can’t help noticing how good her breasts look in the long summer dress she’s wearing. He clears his throat and quickly looks back up again, but not before he sees her painted toenails. Cute feet, he thinks. He’d noticed them during class, but she didn’t usually paint her nails.

“Well hi here.”

Tegan smiles. It’s hard not to smile at him. “Hi yourself. Can I come in?”

Elvis gestures dramatically with one arm, making her laugh a little. She steps inside the house and lets him lead her around, his hand on her elbow. He immediately starts introducing her to people, a sea of names she has no hope of remembering. Then he takes her outside, where there are sun loungers and even more people. She looks around, feeling a little overwhelmed at the sheer number of strangers, as he sits down on a lounger, striking up conversation with a couple of guys near him. She stands there awkwardly for a minute, before realising he’s expecting her to find somewhere else to sit.

She wanders to the nearest free one, looking around for Lisa and sitting down when she fails to see her. People nearby introduce themselves and make a little idle chit chat, and then go back to talking to one another. She feels like everyone knows each other, and she’s the odd one out. Lying back on the lounger with her sunglasses on, she wonders why on earth she didn’t bring Maria, who absolutely thrives in this sort of situation. That’s why they were such good friends. Tegan doesn’t think of herself as an introvert, exactly. But she feels awkward in situations like this, and Maria definitely doesn’t. She just didn't expect quite this many people. Sighing softly, she thinks about how she's misinterpreted him again somehow. Will she ever learn?

Elvis isn’t that interested in this conversation with Sonny and Joe but he felt like he had to do something to stop Tegan sitting with him. Although now that’s all he wants, stealing little glances at her lying on her lounger, basking in the sun. He might’ve thought of her as a little cute before, but in that dress her body is becoming a bit of a distraction. He needs to take his mind off it.

“Hey Charlie, let’s start a pool game!” He calls over to his old friend.

Charlie’s enthusiasm for following Elvis’ instructions hasn’t dimmed over time, much to his wife’s irritation. He immediately shouts “yes boss!” strips down to his trunks and grabs the nearest inflatable ball. Elvis continues with the instructions, telling people to get into teams and explaining the rules which he’s mostly just made up on the spot. The noise and general jostling of her lounger make Tegan open her eyes again and sit up, trying to work out what’s going on. One of the women nearby turns to her.

“You wanna join? They’re playing some kind of ball game in the pool.”

She doesn’t. She doesn’t want to strip off in front of people and she also doesn’t really like swimming pool games, since she can’t swim. But then she thinks of Maria’s voice in her head, telling her she has to show Elvis what he’s missing out on. And how long it took for the two of them to agree on a bikini. She should probably try and show willing, and at least this seems easier than making small talk about other people’s small children.

“Yeah, why not.”

There are so many people chaotically stumbling around, taking their clothes off, shouting and some even pushing each other into the pool that Tegan feels like she gets in fairly unnoticed. Elvis notices though. He has to make an effort to keep his mouth from falling open. She has the most tattoos of any woman he’s ever seen, and as she turns to fold her dress up and place it on the lounger, he notices she has the best ass he’s seen in a long time too. He watches her get into the pool slowly and carefully, standing at the shallower end. This is actually not less distracting than her being on the lounger at all. This is a lot more distracting. The only solution is to cause as much chaos as possible.

“Alright, let’s go!” He shouts, and then absolute pandemonium breaks loose.

There are people diving for the ball left, right and centre, people being tackled, pushed under the water and all the while they’re shouting for some kind of judgement from Elvis as if he’s an impartial referee. But he just keeps changing the rules. Tegan looks in disbelief as it all unfolds around her. A lot of the guys are the same sort of age as Elvis and not all of them look in as good health as he does, so it’s somewhat alarming to see them behaving in such an unhinged way over a beach ball. He continues to make arbitrary decisions on scores and yells at the top of his lungs whenever one side seems to be clearly winning against the other. Tegan has a strong urge to put her fingers in her ears. She had imagined a much more sedate affair when she’d heard the words Saturday afternoon barbeque. She knew that Elvis and his friends had a reputation of being loud and even a bit obnoxious when they were younger, pulling pranks and playing games, but she hadn’t thought they’d still be doing it in their sixties. When everyone starts to slow down due to obvious tiredness Elvis suggests a five minute break and Tegan breathes a sigh of relief.

“Why don’t you get in here, E?” Someone calls.

“Nah. I’m good.”

Sonny shakes his head, deciding he’s had enough of being told what to do for one day and getting out of the pool.

“You’re going in. Up to you whether you take your shirt off first.”

Tegan watches as the pair of them scrap, laughing and slipping around on the edge of the pool before Sonny jumps back in and pulls Elvis, fully-clothed, in with him.

“Sonofabitch,” Elvis laughs, whipping his head round to get his wet hair out of his eyes.

Tegan can’t help smiling to herself seeing him so wet. It seems like justice since he’d been one of the primary instigators of making so much noise.

“That’s what you get for not joining in,” she mutters.

Elvis spins around, finding her right behind him. “Oh. Is that so, Queenie? Ya don’t look too wet yerself.”

Before she can say anything in response he starts splashing her. She squeals and jumps up to sit on the side of the pool, wiping her face with both hands. Grateful she didn’t take Maria’s advice and put a full face of make-up on.

“You’re going to ruin my hair,” she tells him as he stands between her legs, a hand on either side of her hips on the side of the pool. “It took ages, you know.”

“It still looks good,” he tells her, unable to help himself gazing into her eyes.

“Well I’m sure it looks better than yours right now,” she replies, a teasing smile on her face.

“What d’ya mean?” He demands, fake outrage in his voice as he pushes it back from his face and tries to style it into the way he used to wear it in the 50s. “Ya don’t like this?” He curls his lip into a sneer and she cracks up immediately. He looks like one of those impersonators she sees at the seaside when she goes home. A middle-aged man pretending to be something he’s not.

“I love it,” she replies, still sniggering.

His eyes trail over her body almost against his will and hers linger on the way his wet shirt is clinging to his torso. He breathes out a little sigh. She looks so damn good in this bikini, he thinks. He has to move before he does something he regrets.

“Right, that’s enough rest for you reprobates. Back ta the game!”

Tegan lets go of the breath she didn’t realise she was holding, and slides back down into the pool for another round of fight to the death over a beach ball. She looks over at him a few times, now playing as well as deciding all the rules, and feels a tingling start between her legs. He looks good all wet, she thinks. She breathes out hard and narrowly avoids being hit in the face by the ball, dodging to the side and then getting out of the pool. That’s enough watersports for one day.

She pulls on her cover up and lies back down in the sun, wondering again what’s going on with Elvis. He had looked so close to kissing her, but then changed his mind and went back to the game. She just can’t figure him out, and eventually she gives up trying, unable to work it out with just pure logic. Instead she wonders when this so-called barbeque will actually start. She tries asking a few people but only gets vague responses. She’s getting really hungry, but it seems like everyone else is just content to drink and play pool games, and she still can’t find Lisa, though she’s afraid to venture too far into the house. Elvis is still avoiding her, so she starts to wonder exactly what she’s doing here at all. She decides maybe it’s time to leave.

“Elvis.” She stands next to his lounger, her bag on her arm.

“Yes, honey.”

“I’m gonna go. I um… yeah I think I should go.”

She sees his face start to screw up in confusion and then decides she can’t manage this conversation and turns on her heel, quickly striding through the outdoor area and into the house.

Lisa sees her walking through the house with her bag on her shoulder, heading for the door, and runs to where her dad is still sitting, dumbfounded. “If you don’t go after her, I will. And there’s no telling what I’ll say.”

Elvis sighs and gets up, picking his way through the people and their possessions, all strewn about the place.

“Tegan! Tegan! Wait!”

She’s right at the front door, and she knows she could just open it and leave. But there’s that pull again, that magnetism. It’s like she’s powerless to resist him. She turns around, reluctantly, and finds him much closer than she’d imagined. He puts a hand on either side of her shoulders, against the door, almost pinning her there. He’s panting a little from moving so quickly and she can feel his breath on her face.

“Don’t go, Queenie.”

His wet hair flops down into his face and his blue eyes stare deeply into hers. She feels like a tiny insect under a microscope, trapped beneath his gaze.

“I don’t know what’s going on, Elvis. I can’t take these mixed signals anymore and I… I just want to go home. Everything here is so… loud.”

As if to prove her point, there’s a loud bang from outside and then a cheer.

Elvis carries on looking at her in that intense way, really wanting her to stay now.

“Okay, they are a little loud,” he concedes. “Sorry, honey. And I… I’m sorry ‘bout the other thing, too. But I don’t want ya t‘leave.”

His eyes flick down to her lips and then back to her eyes. He can’t help himself. The way her cover-up is sticking to her wet bikini top, making it see-through, is driving him crazy and all he wants to do is kiss her. And then run his fingertips all over her body.

He’s so close she can feel the heat radiating off him. There’s something in his eyes that makes her think he’s going to kiss her, and then when she looks back at him he does, soft lips pressing gently against hers. He pulls back, and before he can ask if that was okay, she’s tugging his head back down to crash their mouths together this time. Elvis Presley is kissing her in the doorway of Graceland. And he’s just as good a kisser as the girls’ annuals and gossip magazines when she was a teenager suggested he might be. His tongue explores her mouth patiently and gently whilst hers presses urgently deeper and deeper, her hand on the back of his neck pulling him in closer. She wants all of him. She wants this kiss to just go on forever.

When they eventually pull apart, they stare at one another breathlessly for a minute and then both giggle, like teenagers.

“C’mon. Yer not gonna leave now, are ya?” Elvis asks.

She smiles. “No, I guess not. Although I’m going to have to have some of this promised barbeque food soon, I’m starving.”

“Thought ya seemed a little hungry,” he teases, taking her hand and pulling her back outside.

***

Elvis instructs someone or other to fire up the barbeque and manages to tear himself away from talking to everyone else to spend some time with Tegan. After actually being fed and drinking more than a few cocktails, Tegan and Lisa get to talking and by the time she looks around the party has really thinned out. She sees Elvis laying back on a lounger, surveying the mess and listening to the dying sounds of the party inside. She gets up and wanders towards him and he spreads his legs, patting the space between them.

“C’mere.”

Despite the kissing and the cocktails, Tegan is still not about to sit right up against someone unless they specifically ask, so she settles somewhere near the bottom of the lounger. Elvis shakes his head and clicks his tongue, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him so that she’s right between his legs, her back against his chest. It’s one of his old moves that he barely thinks twice about, although he really hasn’t tried it for a long time. It works though, she relaxes against him, smiling at the feeling of him wrapped around her, his arms around her waist.

He kisses her temple. He’s missed touching a woman like this, but he can feel it all coming back to him like riding a bike. “Y’look so good, Tegan,” he murmurs in her ear.

She giggles. “It’s Teh-gaan,” she teases.

He squeezes her more tightly and exaggerates the Welsh pronunciation in her ear, his breath tickling her. “Teeeeehhhh-gaaaaan.”

She keeps giggling, trying to wriggle away from his tickling lips. “Stop it! Ha!”

He kisses underneath her ear and thinks of something. “Is it Welsh? What does it mean?”

She nods. “It means darling. Or, loved one. Or, literally, toy.”

Elvis’ eyes light up and he nuzzles her neck. “Little Tegan,” he murmurs.

“Tegan bach,” she replies.

“What?”

“That’s “little darling” in Welsh.”

“Say it again.”

She turns her head to look at him. “Tegan bach. You have to make a noise like a cat hissing. Chhhhhh.”

They both snigger, and Tegan thinks that this is her favourite way to be with him. When his face is all scrunched up with amusement and his eyes are shining. When he’s looking at her like she’s the only girl in the world.

“Tegan bach,” he tries, and it’s not a bad attempt.

“Yeah. That’ll do.”

She lies back down again and he nuzzles into her neck again too. There’s something very comforting about it for both of them, and part of both of them wants to stay in this position forever. But that’s not practical.

“I should go home,” she says, after a while.

Elvis sighs. If he were much younger he’d definitely have asked her to stay. But she’s probably right about going home.

“Can I drive you?”

“Yes please. I’ve had too many margaritas to do it myself.”

They walk towards the front door together, Tegan gathering her things on the way. Elvis tells Sonny what he plans to do, and that he’ll call when he gets there so someone can pick him up and take him back to Graceland. Luckily Sonny had decided not to drink, having the feeling he might be needed for some foolish task or other. He doesn’t like Elvis doing this kind of thing, although he’s bothered a lot less by fans than he used to be, it still seems like an unnecessary risk. On the other hand, he hasn’t shown this much interest in a woman for a long time. So Sonny just nods and says he’ll wait for the call.

There aren’t many dedicated gate fans nowadays, and certainly not at this time of night, so no-one sees Elvis driving a woman out of Graceland in her car. As soon as they’re clear of the gates he pulls Tegan closer to him, his arm around her shoulders for most of the journey. She’s not sure that’s exactly safe, but she likes the way it feels so she doesn’t say anything.

She lets him into her apartment so that he can use the phone, and once he’s got hold of Sonny he sits down in her armchair.

“He’ll be fifteen or so. Why don’tcha c’mere?”

Once again, Tegan isn’t sure exactly what he means, and she thinks it’s a bit forward to just sit on his lap, so she walks towards him until she’s stood between his spread thighs. He shakes his head a little and with what she considers to be a surprising show of strength, picks her up with his hands on her waist and plonks her down so she’s sat straddling his thigh. She rests her hands lightly on his shoulders, trying to steady herself as she feels her heart beating out of her chest.

“Can’t take my eyes off ya,” he tells her, his hands running all over her body.

She blushes, then leans forward and captures his lips in another kiss. Smiling against her, his big hands run up her thigh, her back.

“Can ya take this off?” He mumbles against her lips, pulling lightly at the sleeve of the cover-up.

She nods and pulls it up and over her head, sitting there in just her bikini now. He can tell how much she likes kissing so he pulls her into another passionate one, feeling as she responds, her hands on the back of his neck, tongue exploring his mouth. She starts to rock her hips just a little, enjoying the feeling of rubbing herself against him. She loves the way his hands hold her, with just the right amount of pressure. One makes its way to her hip and starts to help manoeuvre her, dragging her against him. She breathes a little harder and presses her body against his, leaning her head on his shoulder. His fingers grip her hips as his other hand moves there too, rolling her pussy against his leg. He tries to listen for her reaction, but she’s so quiet he can’t tell if she’s getting anywhere.

“Is it good, honey?”

Tegan breathes out a little sigh. “Yeah.”

He kisses her neck as he carries on moving her, bouncing his leg a little at the same time, listening as her breathing gets faster and louder and she lets out a tiny moan.

“Relax, baby. Yer all tense.”

He can feel her body, taut like a bow, like she’s straining for something. She is. It’s good, but it’s not getting her anywhere, and she can feel herself getting frustrated. Just then, there’s a bang at the door. Sonny. She jumps up and reaches for her cover-up, pulling it back over her head.

“You better go.”

Elvis is stunned at how quickly she moved. And he can’t remember the last time he left a woman unsatisfied.

“I uh… Sonny can wait y’know. If ya wanna finish.”

Tegan laughs. “Sonny’ll be waiting until the sun comes up at this rate.”

She sees Elvis’ reaction and immediately realises what she’s said, putting her hand over her face. “I didn’t mean… it’s not your fault. It’s me. I’m like this.”

Elvis shakes his head, getting up and putting his arms around her. God, he really wants to stay. If only he could. “Not your fault at all honey, I rushed it. I’ll take my time, next time.”

Tegan looks at him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, next time, is it?”

“Mmmm.” He pulls her into another kiss and she feels dizzy.

There’s another bang at the door.

“You better go.”

“Mmmhmmm.” Elvis puts his lips to her ear again and murmurs, “think of me while ya finish, hm?”

Tegan grins, letting him kiss her goodbye and then watching as he walks down the stairs to the door.

It wouldn’t be the first time, she thinks to herself.

***

Part 3

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I Think He Knows: (Chapter Three)

Summary: When your novel takes off and becomes a best seller, doors of opportunities open for you. You can work on the series you have dreamed about all your life. And you’re also given the chance to stay in a tiny cottage in Europe for two years to help with inspiration! Your best friend, Geto Suguru, shatters at the news. How could he tell you how he feels when you leave him? His opportunity appears right before him when you confess that your editor thinks a change of scenery will help with your not-so-steamy romance scenes. They’re lacking a particular spice because you’re a virgin. So, Suguru does what any best friend would do. He offers to teach you how things work. Will you cross that line as friends? Or will you both say goodbye?

Pairing: Geto Suguru x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,733

Warning: Language, suggestiveness, grinding, neck kisses, dry humping, nightmares, mentions of character death, panic attack, night terror, blood

A/N: a little peek into Geto’s past~ hmmmm wonder howthis is going to play out. Hm indeed 😈💚

Part One Part Two Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven

Your best friend is staring into your eyes in stunned silence. He hadn’t expected you to be so open about what you wanted. In a way, it was sort of cute; in another, it was extremely attractive. You knew what you wanted and weren’t opposed to asking for it.

“Okay, so tell me, what was happening in this wet dream?”

Despite the fact you wanted to try, you were slightly embarrassed. What were you supposed to say? ‘Oh, you know I dreamed about us, making out with your knee between my legs.’ He was your best friend, but you couldn’t admit that to him.

“Uhm, I-I was dreaming about my characters in an alley—making out and stuff.”

“Oaklynn and Ilsan?”

Hearing him say the names of your self-appointed children had your heart racing. “Y-yeah, and we’ll. Uhm, he put his knee between her legs, and well, I uhm—not me! Oaklynn, she uhm was grinding on it?” Suguru hummed, getting out of bed and offering you his hand.

“I can do that.”

“O-Oh, like right now?”

He grinned as you gently took his hand. “Yeah, right now. If you’re okay with that?”

“Of course; how else are you going to teach me?”

The sweet innocence of your voice nearly had Suguru blowing his load. God, you were so damn cute it’s not even funny. He leads you to one of the walls in his room, motioning towards the spot you gladly took. Your back pressed against the wall, the cold contrasting the heat radiating over your skin.

“Alright,” Suguru’s hands press firmly against the wall, caging you in like you he had at the restaurant and in your dream. “If you get uncomfortable, or it gets too much for you to handle, say the word, and we’re done, okay?”

“Okay—uhm, so do we just?”

Your best friend laughed, his dark hair falling in his face as he kissed you softly. “I got you. Just lose yourself in the feeling, okay.” With your gentle nod, Suguru kisses you again, this time deeper.

His lips are firmer, moving gently over yours, giving you time to follow his lead, kissing him back with the same force, losing yourself in the taste of his minty breath on you. Suguru’s eyes crack open, staring at your face. Fuck, why the fuck were you so cute? Eyebrows knitted together, eyes tightly squeezed shut in concentration. That look that was so prettily plastered across your face was the exact look you had when you were in the zone. Hunched over your laptop, writing down in your notebooks, it was a look that he absolutely adored.

Seeing you look like that when kissing him made him eager to teach you more. So he gently kicked your feet apart, allowing him to slide his knee between your legs. You inhale sharply at the sudden sensation of his knee pressing against your shorts.

The sudden contact of having something other than your hand touch you is like magic. You gasp into Suguru’s mouth, whimpering as you squirm against his leg. Your panties are wet and slick, making it easier for you to glide stiffly against him. You’re not sure how to move or what to do. So you open your eyes before breaking the kiss.

“W-What do I do now?” You ask softly, gripping his t-shirt for support. “Do I uhm—just hump you?”

Sugar laughs softly, shaking his head before pressing his forehead against yours. “You can hump my thigh if you want, or I could help you?” Suguru can feel you throb against his thigh. “You like the sound of option two?” How your face flushed and your eyes widened has him chuckling.

“H-How did you know that?”

“Well, I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I could feel you throb.” You were humiliated, no, no, mortified was a better word! The hundred-yard stare has Suguru laughing softly, his hand cupping your cheek. “Nothing to be embarrassed about; it means you’re getting turned on.”

“O-Oh—okay.”You made a mental note to jot that down once you had your phone in your hand. “Okay, cool, uhm, y-you may commence?” Suguru scoffed, shaking his head at your uptight retort; seeing his reaction makes you want to hide away. Suguru tilted his head as his hands gently grabbed both sides of your hip. I mean, I can think of a couple of other things we can insert into your mouth.” the stuttering inhale that sounded from you lined with innocence had his cock twitch as he rocked you back and further other his knee.“But we’ll save that for next time. Just relax and feel.” that wasn't going to be hard, not when he rocked your hips against his knee like he was.

“M-mm.” bringing your hand up to your mouth, you moaned, “O-Ohh fuck.”

Suguru’s heart felt like it was running a 5K marathon. Hearing you, his pretty best friend, the girl he's had a crush on since elementary school, moan. God, it was a dream come true. Your voice was so soft and hesitant. You wanted to cry out but weren't sure it was okay. The utter innocence had him holding himself back. The last thing Suguru wanted to do was go too far.

“Feel good?” Suguru asked, voice thick with need. The fear you might moan out loud stopped you from answering, only allowing yourself to nod your head. “Good.”

His fingers dig a bit deeper into your hips, dragging you harder against him. You jolted, jaw clenching as intense pleasure rocked through you. It felt like there was a fire kindling between your legs each time he rocked you back and forth. The burning sensation began to spread through your entire body, making it difficult for you to stay quiet.

You didn't want to make him feel weird; he was doing this to help you. For you to start moaning and losing yourself in the pleasure was not what this was about. This was all about bettering your writing! Nothing more than that!

Telling yourself that didn't make it feel any less good. You whined, your swollen clit rubbed perfectly over your underwear, stimulating it just enough to have you dripping. Your hands gripped Suguru’s forearms for support as you tried rolling your hips against him like he was doing.

Seeing you try to rock had Suguru grunting. He slowed his movements, allowing you to take the reins yourself and get a feel for rocking to see what felt good for you. The absence of his hands had you flattering for a minute, your horny brain trying to figure out what to do to keep up with the pleasure you were feeling.

“Relax, just rock your hips back and forth, do what feels best.”

“R-Right.” You began grinding back and forth with a deep breath, mimicking his movements. “L-Li—ahh—like that?”

Seeing the way your cheeks flushed and how your lips parted as you humped his thigh made Suguru’s dick rock hard. “Well, it depends on you. Does it feel good?” He knew it felt good; it was the reason why you were moaning softly, why you held him in a vice grip.

“Y-Yeah, f-feels good—I’m uhm—”

“You what? You close already?”

“W-What? Close, no, I'm just—” Suguru smirked as you mumbled under your breath.

“Huh? Sorry, I didn't catch that?”

“I-I feel really wet.”

Your best friend leans in, his breath brushing over your ear, causing you to shiver. “I know you're wet.” Your body stiffened, and your hands trembled against his arms.

“Y-You do?”

“I can feel how soaked you are.” You try to look down to see what he sees, but he gently grabs your chin, forcing you to focus solely on him. “Don't freak out, just keep going, come on, rock those hips.”

You do as he says, rocking your hips faster against his thigh as a coil begins to tighten in your lower abdomen. “Nngh, Suguru.” Hearing your name pass through your lips was like a dream come true. “F-feels good, really good.” The coil tightens more and more, making Suguru swallow as you got yourself off on him.

“Y3ah~? Good, keep going, keep it up.”

Suguru had made plenty of girls cum before, so he could tell you were close. Your breathing was shallow, and your eyes kept closing at the intensity of your rapid movements against him. Your skin was flushed, your nipples hard, and god, he was almost positive that you were leaving a wet spot on his pajama pants. God, he wanted you to cum; what he'd give to watch you get off on him. To see how pretty you looked when you would cum. See the expressions you made in bed with your hand in your underwear.

“S-Sugu—”

“Fuck you sound so good~ make sure to savor the feeling, okay? It's going to help with your book.”

“Y-Yeah~ yeah!” The coil felt like it was getting tighter and tighter, making you chase the feeling, a feeling that was foreign to you. “Oh my god, oh god, oh god.”

Suguru pressed his lips against your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. “Yeah, keep going, that's it~ that’s it.” God, he was so hard it hurt, but he didn’t care about his cock; all he cared about was you.

Your thighs began shaking, eyes watering as a strange sensation wandered in your veins. Something was wrong. It felt like something was going to happen, to wash over you. The intense feeling was so overwhelming, making you choke as your heart rate spiked, not from pleasure but from fear.

You removed your hands from Suguru’s arms, placing your palms against his chest. For a second, Suguru thought you were going to grip onto him for support when you creamed your panties. You pushing him away was the last thing he thought you would do.

“Stop! Please stop!”

Just as he promised, Suguru stepped back, his hands held out before him as he gave you some space. He watched with worried eyes as you sank to the floor, hand over your heart as your ragged breathing filled his room. Your best friend followed you to the floor, on his knees in front of you, as you swallowed air greedily.

Overstepping a boundary was something he didn’t want to do, but he wasn’t the type to ignore the fact that you weren’t okay. “Hey.” He gently reached out, resting his hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” You were shaking as you looked up at him.

“I-I yeah, sorry—” you swallowed hard, “I uhm, yeah, just got really intense.”

“Intense? Is it intense like it felt really good? Or were you sen—”

“Just intense!” You cut him off, cheeks burning as you shakily stood up on wobbly legs. “O-On that note! I think I’m going to head home.”

Suguru’s world felt like it froze over. He just watched as you headed towards the bed, grabbing your phone, your eyes focusing on anything other than him. The lust and need that had been roaring in his stomach subsided into dread. He didn’t want you feeling weird or awkward.

So he pushed himself up and followed after you. “Let me walk you back.” His fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, preventing you from moving further.

“I-I can do it.”

“I know you can, but I still want to walk you.”

“Suguru, it’s just two floors.”

“You’re not getting out of this.”

And you didn’t; despite your best efforts, Suguru didn’t let you walk back to your apartment alone. You gave him a quick hug before glancing down. His gray pajama pants were stained with two wet spots. One on his thigh and the other around his crotch. Upon seeing the evidence of both your arousals, you rushed inside, slamming the door behind you, leaving your best friend alone in the hall.

That was two days ago.

Two days without a visit or a call. At least you’d texted him, letting him know you were in rewrite hell. Even knowing that didn’t make Suguru feel less shitty. Was this situation going to put a wedge in your friendship? God, he hoped not. Losing you, after all the shit he’d gone through, would be his breaking point.

He was about ready to throw himself into his paintings when Satoru showed up with mochi and coffee. The second Satoru pushed his sunglasses up, brushing his bangs back, he grimaced, and his lip lifted in pity. It was a look that so many people had given Suguru since his second year of high school, and he hated it.

“What?” He finally snapped as he flipped down on his couch, legs spread wide as he stared at the B-grade horror movie on the television.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like hammered shit.”

Suguru shot his best friend a glare before leaning his head back. “Wow, thanks dickhead.” Satoru winked before shoving a whole mochi in his mouth.

“Hey, honesty is the best policy. Are you not sleeping? Nightmares about that night again?” Suguru shut his eyes tight, nodding; smiling images of Riko flashed through his mind. “You are. Does—”

“She knows; no need to worry her.” Suguru knew Satoru was referring to you. Whenever his nightmares got bad, you were with him constantly, or vice-versa, so for you not to be there with him is odd. “And before you ask, she’s at home working on her rewrites.”

“Oooh, uhm, I’m going to call bullshit. She’s never left you alone when you have those nightmares. What happened?”

Suguru turns his head, meeting bright blue eyes an inch from him. “Christ Toru! Fuck, personal space, asshat!” Taking his note, Satoru pulls back, humming as he eyes him. He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for more of an answer than he’s getting, and Suguru knew if he wanted peace for the rest of the night, the only option was to tell him the truth. “Well, we uhm—”

Suguru told him everything, from what happened at the restaurant to his apartment. How you were grinding down on him and started freaking out. He then described in detail how you both hadn’t spoken or seen each other in two days. The entire time, Satoru hummed, nodding in agreement, not asking questions or making any comments until Suguru scrubbed his hand over his face.

Satoru huffed a sigh, grinned wide, and patted his friend on the shoulder. Suguru eyed him, unsure if he was truly ready to hear what his best friend had to say. He seriously doubted it was anything good from how he gently squeezed his shoulder.

“Let’s put two and two together, shall we?” Yep, it wasn’t going to be good. “Your virgin best friend who’d never kissed anyone freaked out when she was dry-humping your leg because it got too intense. It was intense because she was going to cum.” Suguru scoffs, shaking his head.

“She masturbates.”

“Okay, so do a lot of virgins, but they don’t cum.” Suguru slowly sat up, staring at the fake bloom on the television. “Especially girls.”

“She freaked out because she’s never had an orgasm.”

“Yep! So why don’t you go downstairs and girl her one!”

Suguru would love to storm downstairs, knock on your door, and offer to do that. To watch you wither under him when he ate you out had fantasies playing out in his mind. Ones where he made you cum so hard, there would be no reason for you to run off to Europe. Daydreams where you both were naked and he was slowly fucking into you, kissing and nipping at your neck.

But you were busy. Your work was so important to you that Suguru didn’t want to hold you back. “I can’t. She’s working hard, and I don’t want to disturb her.” Satoru scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“If you don’t tell her how you feel, you’ll lose her.”

Suguru knows that Gojo is right. If he doesn’t tell you how he feels, eventually, someone else will tell you how they feel, and he will lose you. Or you would move to Europe and like it so much there that you stay. You might meet some European guy, fall in love, and get married. Leaving him alone in his apartment with his canvases and his paints. It would be his fault and his alone.

But he was nervous and didn’t want to lose you as a friend either.

These thoughts had him twisting and turning in bed long after Satoru left. His eyes focused on his clock as he tried to sleep. Suguru’s thoughts kept dancing between you staying with him, where you both were happy and others, where you left for Europe. He wasn’t an asshole; if this was something that you wanted to do, he would support you. Life was too short; he, of all people, knew that.

His eyes finally shut, allowing him to drift to sleep. When he was seventeen, sitting in an aquarium as the first and second years all wandered around, looking at the different sea creatures. He stood off to the side, watching as his group of friends, Gojo, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, you, and—Riko.

She was in her ruffled white sundress, her blue eyes focused on the stingrays and the whale sharks. She was so happy, innocent, and—alive. Riko turned, waving at Suguru. You hurried towards Riko, throwing your arms around her and pressing your cheek against hers. She was merely a first year, but she’d grown close to his friend group, and he saw her as the little sister he never had.

“Suguru! Let’s go!”

Did he have to go? This place was so peaceful, so calm. He knew if he were to step towards the group, this happy memory, full of blue tints, would be transformed into blood-stained walls and lifeless eyes.

He didn’t want to see her die again for the millionth time. It never got easier, no matter how many times she dreamt about it. Swallowing hard, Suguru pushed himself up and stepped towards his friends' smiling faces. Before the entire room filled with a cerulean glow faded to black.

The second second, he’s on the ground, wheezing for air as lifeless blue eyes stare at him. A pool of blood spreads out on the ground beneath him, and Riko is pale, paler than usual. A trail of crimson drips from her mouth as her white sundress and headband are saturated with red. Suguru’s body hurt whenever he attempted to move. He tried to grab and reach her but wasn’t fast enough.

Riki’s hand twitches as her lifeless eyes dart in his direction. “You didn’t save me.” Her voice gurgled as more blood seeped out of the corner of her mouth. “You could have saved me, Suguru, but you pushed her out of the way instead.” Suguru shakes his head, tears flooding his eyes. “It should have been her!” Riko screamed, the dreamscape shaking, flickering into darkness.

When the crimson amphotsphere returns, Suguru’s breath lurches as you lay in Riko’s place. The eyes that were so full of light and happiness were full and blank. Your blood shining your skin, lips trembling as the life faded from you.

“I-I couldn’t—I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“You let her die.”

“I didn’t!”

“You did!” You screamed, your blood splattering on his face. “You let her die, Geto Suguru!”

“No!” Suguru screamed while sitting in bed, a cold sweat coating his skin.

Looking around the room, he was relieved to find no blood or past friends. But his gut twisted like a pretzel as the images of you lying on the ground flooded his mind like a poison. Were you okay? That had never happened before when you switched spots with Riko. So, his body was moving before his brain could produce rational thoughts. He ran, locking his apartment, bolting down the stairs to the first floor of the building.

Seeing you like that, coated in blood, left his skin icy as he ran to your apartment, slamming his fist against the door. “Answer, answer god, please.” He repeated over and over again, his eyes clamped tight as the fear tugged at every, never, every inch of his soul.

Just as he was about to slam his fist against the door again, it flung open, and there you stood, in your pajamas, with blue light glasses on. You were breathing heavily, eyes looking him over, taking him in as a whole, searching for injuries of any kind.

“Suguru? What’s wrong? What happened?” He doesn’t respond to your frantic questions; he instead grabs you, pushing his way inside your apartment and kicking the door shut. “Suguru?!” You yelp as you both fall to the floor, his arms wrapped firmly around you as he holds you flush against his chest; your best friend is shaking, his breath heavy as he clings to you as if you would vanish if he let go.

“Thought I lost you.” He whispered, his hands clinging onto your tank top.

“Suguru—” you whisper, hands gently caressing his back. “You’re not going to lose me.” You feel him relax against you, shaking softly as he pulls back an inch. “Nightmares again?” His dark strands of hair cover his eyes, but he nods. “Sugu, oh sweetie—do you wanna stay the night with me?”

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