#i actually wanted to write like for fun tonight instead but then i remembered all 3 of these assignments

[talaok]

Heyy, first, I'd like to say that I really love your writing, keep it up!

And I'd like to make a request, I know we all went crazy over Pedro on SNL (he looked so handsome!!!), and I would love to read a Pedro x Reader behind the scenes of the show, her watching, supporting, and being proud of Pedro, and then the two of them going out together to the SNL after party, dancing, kissing, enjoying each other's company, very fluffy, and a bit of smut at the end?

Pairing: Pedro pascal x f!reader

warnings: very very faint allusion to smut

a/n: he did look handsome and thank you so much love <3 (and yes this ask skipped the line bc as always it wouldn't have made sense for me to post it in two weeks)

It was incredible how nervous he was. He'd done this already, and yet he was acting like a kid like at his first recital.

"you're gonna do amazing baby" you promised, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek "Now go out there and have fun"

His eyes anxiously danced around your face

"my heart's beating so fast" he huffed a laugh

"I know" you smiled, stoking his cheek "but remember, you have nothing to be scared of, you've done this already, and you were amazing at it, so just relax"

"ok" he took a breathy sigh "yeah, you're right. I can do this"

"that's it" you grinned, but before you could say anything more he was kissing you like it was the last time he ever could.

"Pedro?" his assistant's voice brought you back to reality "It's time"

You smiled as he leaned away.

"I love you" he promised, the honesty of that statement shining through his eyes

"I love you too baby" you murmured "Now go!" you said, giving him a playful push "Break a leg!"

__ __ __

As you already knew, everything went perfectly smoothly, he and Bad Bunny were an amazing duo, and you could just see how well they got on even with the cameras off.

The monologue was perfect, and you didn't miss any opportunity to cheer and laugh every time you could, but as much as you'd loved it... nothing could top the Ms. Flores sketch.

You loved it last time, and you loved it this time too.

Even just seeing him in the costume made you laugh (you had filled your camera roll with photos of him) but then combined with the actual sketch... it was just perfection.

You almost didn't want him to change, you kind of liked the constant teasing of calling him mama and telling him just how sexy he was, but unfortunately, he did change.

Imagine what a look that must have been for the afterparty instead of that old shirt he wore everywhere.

But then again, considering how much he was sweating from the dancing maybe it was a good call.

"thank you for tonight" he spoke over the music, as the song changed to a slower one "I couldn't have done it without you sweetheart"

"oh stop" you rolled your eyes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you swayed to the music "You would have been amazing regardless." you smiled "I'm surprised they haven't offered you a role as a permanent part of the cast yet"

"No I'm serious" he laughed softly "I don't know if I would have gotten on that stage without you"

"baby..." you cooed, touched by his words "I love you. I'm always gonna be there for you"

"and me for you" he murmured, before kissing you.

You could only vaguely feel everyone around you and hear the music, it was just you and him.

He always made you feel like that.

"I've just realized I was so anxious for tonight that I haven't told you how beautiful you look yet," he said, making you blush faintly.

"You look beautiful too" you murmured, a mischievous smirk pulling at your lips "Not as much as you did when you were dressed as Ms. Flores, but you're not so bad"

He couldn't help but laugh at that

"You'll never let that go, will you?"

"nope" you chuckled, earning another kiss, this time deeper and much... hungrier.

You whimpered into his mouth as his hand on your back started traveling dangerously low.

"baby-"

"you're gorgeous sugar"

you bit down a grin at that

"I know that look"

"what look" he silenced you with another kiss "I'm not doing anything" he breathed, his lips now on your neck

And as much as you weren't completely conscious of everyone around you, a part of your brain still was.

"I think it's time we go home baby" you whispered

"yeah" he nodded, meeting his lips with yours again "Yeah I think it is"

[theminecraftbee]

the "how to write a rec post or masterpost" post

i promised this a few days ago, so here it is: my brief guide on how to pitch yourself or someone else on tumblr to other people in such a way that they might actually click on it! this is what i've found is the most effective way to format a set of fic recs or your own masterpost will typically be, at least to me. this is meant for when you're listing multiple fics in one post, typically intending to help a reader choose one they want to read!

the biggest thing to remember is a rec post or masterpost is a tool for a potential reader. therefore, you want to include the information they need in the easiest-to-read way possible.

first off: if you are trying to list or rec more than one fic, do not use the tumblr 'link' embed function. like, you CAN, but ao3 link embeds get ugly when you have more than about one of them. instead, do an in-line link, like this! this will make a longer post much easier to read.

next, with each link, include the following information: a brief summary (it doesn't have to be the same as the summary/pitch you used for ao3, and probably shouldn't be; instead, a one or two sentence description of what the fic is about is best), the fandom it's in, a sense of the fic's length, and rating. (note that you DON'T need to include all the tags and trigger warnings--if someone is intrigued enough to read it, they'll click on the link, and from there they will see the tags and trigger warnings. this should only be enough information to get someone interested.)

finally, ESPECIALLY if it's a rec post, include at least one sentence about why someone should read it. why are you recommending it? this is different from the summary; if a summary of the fic is "joe hills gets stuck in a time loop", the sentence about why someone should read it shouldn't be "haven't you ever wanted to see joe in a time loop?"

the point of rec posts--and indeed promoing on tumblr--is that people trust word of mouth more than they trust a random summary. so give them that word of mouth! if it's a rec post, say something like "it's a fic that made me cry", or "i never thought i'd laugh so much at a fic until i read this", or "the character-voices are on point", or "i stayed up all night reading this". if it's your own master post. include something like "this might be the fic i'm the most proud of", or "this one is great if you like joe hills and enjoy tragedy", or "this one was an experiment in style". something that is NOT just further summary of the fic, but instead describes a good reason to read it!

so, for example, an entry in my own hypothetical master post might look like this:

to convey a certain brilliance, hermitcraft, T, 21k. joe hills and zombiecleo slowly, and through many death loops, drag their way out of their collapsed base to try to survive after a lunar apocalypse. this is the second hermitcraft fic i ever wrote and i wrote it before we knew how moon's big would end, inspired by super hostile; people still tell me it has some of their favorite joe characterization.

and an entry in a hypothetical rec post i might write could look like this:

the sky weighs heavy tonight by mawofthemagnetar, hermitcraft, T, 79k. an ensemble fic in which a plane being flown by keralis and zedaph crashes, and in which the world is still recovering from the scars of a deadly war. i LOVE snake's writing, and this fic was basically designed to capture me specifically; it has cool worldbuilding, body horror, PLANES, a really cool aircraft investigation plot, one of the best-executed ensemble casts in the fandom, and a fun tone! it's a fairly easy read even given it's length, too; if you haven't read it, you absolutely should.

my only remaining recommendation is that if you're writing a LONG fic rec post or a LONG masterpost, you organize it by categories. these categories can be whatever is most useful for you--by relationship tag, by fandom, by ship or not ship, by genre, etc., it's mostly just to make scanning through the post a little easier.

and hopefully this is helpful for some folks out there! if people are interested i can also do one on "how to promo my individual fic", i also have observations and opinions on that.

[hoony2k]

Is jake here?

Shakespeare says "tis was written in the stars before they even met"

-You're lost in life and move to Seoul where you find your peace in a boy. Jake's in a band and is looking for a girl he's been obsessed with ever since she appeared in his dream. You're both broken but maybe you can learn to be better through each other.

Pairing: Sim Jaeyun x reader

Genre: scott pilgrim au!, band au!, set in 2000s, he's kinda silly.

Cast: Sunghoon, jay, sumin (stayc)

Warning: reader smokes once :(

Word Count: 2k

Notes: this is for neo127's event! this was genuinely so fun to write, thank you for the fun event! this is actually a deleted scene that I love sm, i wanted to be so poetic but i had to stop my demons cause this is a movie with tom foolery and deep meaning. also i'm kind of stupid and saved this in drafts and not queue.

masterlist

Take 1

There was a ringing in Jake’s mind that alerted him of the dangers awaiting him, but the allure of your presence removed all prior warnings. You came into his life like a dream, filled the hollow void in his soul. None of his past attempts at experiencing euphoria or reaching infinity worked, but with you around entertaining his unfunny jokes, he was consumed by the black hole in one clean swoop.

In other terms, you were the little riff he needed in the song, the extra healing ability granted to his game characters, you were a dream. The warning, the future and the rest was history. It was only you and him in the whole universe. By your side, Jake finally felt like the world wasn’t against him.

Or so he thought.

Seven little exes, not seven little kisses.

Take 2

Jake forced his body to move. “Left right, left right”, he mumbled and mechanically trudged up the stairs, bumping into drunk partygoers without an apology. He caught a glimpse of you the other day and he prayed the next time you saw him he’d be taller and looked way cooler, not desperate or down bad at all. Hopefully, he’d find the courage to approach you in privacy. It had been ages of simply dreaming about you.

Not even the buzz of the party could get your eyes and nonchalant expression out of Jake’s mind. The thirst to reunite left him dry to the bone and in dire need of the washroom due to pure boredom sparked by the party. His drink sploshed in the red up, spilt over the rim and onto the cuff of his new jacket. He winced at the sticky and cold sensation.

At this point, he was willing to manifest you into appearing.

Jake reached the landing and felt Comeau call out to him. “Wanna drink with us?”

He shook his head and slightly pouted. “No, I don’t drink”.

Comeau frowned at him, “What do you mean you don’t drink?”

Jake offered a non-committed shrug and lightly waved his arm around.

“This is just iced coffee”.

His friend’s frown deepened. “What does that mean? I distinctively remember you being drunk-”

“Hey you know everyone, right?”, Jake swiftly brushed off the memory and swayed Comeau by the compliment. “You know this one girl with hair like this?”

His pout was replaced with a determined look and pulled out crumpled paper with a poorly sketched one-lined drawing of what appeared to be a face with no evident features or expressions. There was no possible way to understand the scribble immediately.

His friend rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I know her. That’s Y/N-“

God was real. The universe loved him and perhaps this was good karma for all the okay things he had done in life. His friend continued to ramble trivia about you but it all flew over Jake’s head until he heard I heard she was going to be here tonight and it brought heat back into his veins. All it took were those mere words to become the catalyst of his insanity.

Jake dove into the crowd, and took in the sight of numerous strangers with unfamiliar hairstyles and smiles. He searched for your dyed hair in the crowd and despite unsteady breathing and shaking hands due to anticipation and nervousness, his gaze met your frame leaning on a wall. Hair pink instead of blue and you were alone holding a cup which served as a friend. You appeared bored out of your mind, glancing at the drunk bodies dancing around in bliss. Jake wondered asking you if you wanted a refill.

He slid on the dirty wallpapered wall and inch close to you. As he felt heat radiate off your body, he took it as a sign to halt. Though he tried to be subtle, his desperation to talk to you poured down his body in a giant tidal wave. Jake turned his honey eyes to your figure, it was party concealed under his locks that covered an eye. You stared right at him.

“Do you like pac man?”, the words stumbled out of his lips before he realised.

What? No-no, that’s not-

You gave him a slight nod then shifted your attention back to the crowd. Uncommitted but it did not discourage him.

He shuffled closer to you; the creases of his oversized jacket bumped into the bag strap on your shoulder. You didn't move away.

Jake cheered internally; this was going well.

Jake took it as a sign to continue. He puffed his chest out. “You know the original name for Pac-Man was Puck-Man. Not because he looks like a hockey puck. But it's Paku Paku. Means flap your mouth."

He planned on offering you a detailed history of the game, a topic that the pair of you apparently shared and enjoyed. That was before you placed your full untouched cup on a table and turned to him.

He hadn't realised you moved to look up at him.

"But they thought people would scratch out the "p" and turn it into an "f" like-"

Jake's voice died in his throat and his eyes blinked at the intensity of your gaze. You stared up at him with calm wisdom, hiding all the secrets in the world in your gaze.

He observed how there was a thin sheen of sweat on your hairline despite the cold season of decay. With so many bodies running, dancing and chatting away, the house was bound to get humid.

Jake could barely hear your voice over the thump thump of his heartbeat. The tips of your hair that clung onto the apples of your cheek moved when you spoke.

You took a step closer to him and whatever confidence he had evaporated. Jake fumbled with the end of his jacket and then promptly shoved his hands inside his pockets.

You did not look displeased at the sight, in fact, nothing changed in your eyes but Jake swore he saw a hint of a small smile. However, his fear and nerves got the best of him.

"I'm going to leave you alone forever now-"

"Wanna get out of here?"

Take 3

The sky was dark again. The winter nights crept up quickly, shunning the sun away but Jake liked it.

He liked how the night sky reminded him of you, the simple serene moments spent either in silence or secrecy.

You brought light into his life. It was dark elsewhere.

He saw a shadow of a figure dressed in several jackets a couple of feet away and only when he walked closer did he realise who it was.

"What are you doing here?", he called out to you, referring to the time.

You quirked up an unamused brow.

"Dude, I was waiting for you."

Immediately Jake felt apologetic. And maybe a bit pathetic that he came late (on time) to the hangout (unofficial official date). Or maybe he felt giddy knowing you didn't show your nervous attitude yet cared deeply enough for him to arrive on time.

"I'm sorry. I thought you assumed you were too cool to arrive on time", he confessed. It was easier with you.

He didn't have to lie about where he went like how he did whenever Sunghoon asked him about his whereabouts or skirt around in conversations where Sumin decided to target him (all for reasons that proved he deserved it).

He didn't need to pretend he was someone better, a moralistic ideal version of himself or someone worse, an edgy rockstar who had a strange code of rules to live by.

With you, Jake could be transparent. All his unpolished edges, raw mistakes and life missteps were seen and never judged.

You were like him and he was like you.

Maybe there was a reason he saw you in his dreams long before. Maybe the two of you were interconnected in a cosmic way. He didn't know.

You looked at him up and down before turning and beginning to walk near the middle of the park.

"Well, you were wrong".

Jake quickly walked beside you and fell into the same rhythm. "Do you wanna get a bite? Or watch a movie? We could get pizza before watching something. We could flip through the records I have at home".

You gently shook your head and Jake couldn't help but pout at your dismissal.

"What's wrong?" He asked, too impatient.

You sighed softly; air comes out in puffs of smoke.

You point at nearby empty swings. The chain was rustic and seems strong enough to carry two adults.

"Follow me", you whispered in the late night. There was no one around. The park was deserted, filled with snow to the brim. The swing seats squeaked when you brushed off the sleeping snow from them.

Jake sniffled, shoved his hands in his pockets once more. He didn't mind the silence until it stretched on for more than a minute, maybe...maybe it was less but Jake hated silence.

"This is nice", he shuffled and lightly kicked his feet off the ground. The metal shrieked and he swayed back and forth.

You nodded and mimicked his actions.

"This is nice".

Jake turned to look at you once more. He noticed how often he'd stare at you only to look away when you caught his gaze. There was something that had been on his mind for days. He tip toed towards the topic.

"So, why'd you come to Seoul?"

Immediately you look down at your shoes, then swing yourself higher than before.

"I wanted a change of scenery. Needed a reset and got a job here so I thought, why not?"

It was an honest reply.

The sound of gravel grabbed his attention, the metal squeaked again and you paused the pendulum to fish out an item from your pocket.

He had to squint in the minimal lighting and Jake had to hold in his surprise as you pulled out a cigarette and lit it easily.

A hand covered your lips and the tip of the cigarette, the small flame decorated the end of your nose and chin in a scarlet hue. Jake stared at you in awe, doe eyes widened.

"You smoke?", he couldn't help it. You did wonders at surprising him each time you met.

You inhaled it slowly and turned from Jake's direction to blow the air. Two fingers toyed with the cigarette.

"On special occasions". Your lips stretched a bit and Jake saw how the gloss shone under the moonlight. God, he was doomed from the start.

He didn't mind the bounce in his voice, he tiled his position and brought his swing next to yours until the metal chains halted him. The scent of slight smoke and your citrus perfume filled his senses.

It felt like he was on stage once more, guitar in his hands, flicking away at the strings with inhuman speed. He felt the high he experienced on stage; the surge of emotions that made him giddy. He tapped his foot unconsciously, imitating the vibrations the band would feel when Sumin hit her drums.

"Is this a special occasion?"

Your eyes hadn't stranded him and his lovesick expression finally pulled a laugh out of you. You were satisfied when you moved to Seoul, but the buds in your stomach began to blossom, Jake made you crave for more than satisfactory.

"I don't know. You tell me", you teased him and Jake's smile got wider. His eyes crinkled adorably and you could see the gums of his teeth with how wide he was smiling.

Then, for a split second, something flashed in his eyes, something serious. It paused your arm mid-way from bringing the cigarette to your lips.

Jake averted his gaze, his dark brown bangs covered his face from view, and you could only see the tip of his tall nose and his red ears. Perhaps from the cold, perhaps from you.

He took a deep breath.

"When I'm around you, I kind of feel like I'm on drugs. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case I do them all the time."

When he finished, Jake turned to you and the poor swing squeaked once more. His face was determined, shoulders no longer hunched like usual but his eyes wavered, swam across your form to see a hint of disgust or discomfort from you.

You laughed in his face.

"Hey!", Jake shouted and it echoed in the night.

Loud laughter bubbled from your lips, you tried to hide your mouth behind your free hand but Jake quickly grabbed it so he could defend himself. Seeing how delighted you were, your entire body buzzing with giggles, Jake felt himself relax and giggle with you. Though he didn't let go of your arm.

He saw the fallen cigarette on the ground, you probably forgot about it when you began to chuckle. He leaned forward and stepped on it.

When he landed his attention on you, you were more composed but the shaking did not stop. It was a futile attempt at covering your glee, Jake was obsessed, he was probably feeling the L-word (love) as well but he wasn't sure.

Though he understood from all the times he couldn't concentrate in practice and Sunghoon or Jay would have to call his name loudly to pull him out of daydreams of you and back to reality, when Sumin stopped questioning his intentions with you and replaced her usual indifferent glares with mild fascination, Jake knew he felt something more than like for you. He felt like he was hypnotised by your melody, your casual demeanour, overflowing confidence and assured attitude. It sucked him in from the night he dreamt of you.

Jake's hand slithered down from the curve of your elbow and slipped into the warmth of your hand. Your laughter had finally ceased, now replaced with a tender look. Jake smiled like he had never done before. You interlocked your fingers together and squeezed him palm.

It would be okay, the future would be more than okay-probably. He'd still have to go to practice, get yelled at by his sister and then get yelled at other bands when Sunghoon irked them on purpose. Maybe he'd have to eventually confront your seven exes. Nothing about you was simple, everything was too intricate, it was like he had entered a game and had to win all rounds before getting crowned "official boyfriend".

But it was more than okay because Jake knew you were worth it-you liked him and he liked you. There were no mind games, this was the simplest love he had experienced. He couldn’t stop thinking of you and you couldn’t stop ringing his landline. By your side, Jake concluded that even if he wasn’t the strongest, he’d figure out a way and fight the world for you.

Thank you for reading. Please do not edit/translate

[chishiyasleftnut]

Hii I love your fics <3

Can I request chishiya x fem!reader but, he's alone masturbating while reader it's busy on the beach(? Something like that

Thanks <3

Hi! (´｡• ω •｡`) Writing a solo Chishiya fic was actually so much fun. I was giggling the entire time, haha. I hope you like it because I had a blast writing it!

Thinking of You

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut. Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader.

Plot: Chishiya can't stop thinking about fem!reader. However, as she was off partying and therefore not available to help him out, Chishiya decided to take matters into his own hands.

1662 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Chishiya wasn’t a horny man. He could go ages without sex or even masturbation in the real world. To him, there were way more important things to focus on that getting off. Sure, it was nice, but it was otherwise pointless - and Chishiya hated doing pointless things. 

He took this view of sexual pleasure with him into the Borderlands - well, that was until you showed up. Never would he have thought that he would willingly spend countless hours on sex and love it. It was as if he was unable to be alone in the same room as you for long before his fingers found their way around your waist, travelling all across your body in an attempt to make the both of you feel good.

What he didn’t expect as a by-product of this, was how much he wanted you even when you weren’t there; how even the thought of you would make his dick uncomfortably hard. This was entirely new territory for him and for the first time ever he had no idea of what to do. To his knowledge there existed no step-by-step guide explaining how to get his mind off of dirty thoughts.

Normally this wasn’t a problem. You were never far away and always willing, so he didn’t have to sit with his horniness alone for long. Tonight was different, however. You were indulging in the wonders of the Beach, celebrating something he had forgotten. Of course, partying wasn’t really Chishiya’s type of thing, but as long as you promised to stay safe and alert, he wouldn’t stop you from having fun. In fact, although he would never admit it, he loved caring for drunk you.

He could see you from the hotel window, drink in hand and dancing around with other members of the Beach. Even though you were far away, Chishiya couldn’t help by notice how your curves bounced with each little carefree hop you made. God, you looked good, and God he wished you were in the room with him now instead of by the pool.

The more he watched you, the more he felt blood rushing from one head to another. A frustrated groan sounded from him as he forced himself away from the window. He had to get this under control. Normally, he would just wait for you to come back, but that wasn’t an option right now. He had no idea how long you would be away for, and he wasn’t about to potentially wait hours in this state.

With his back to the wall, he began palming himself through his swim trunks, imagining that it was your hand instead of his. He closed his eyes to help his mind creating the feeling of your soft, warm hands caressing his length. It helped somewhat, at least enough to make him grunt and desperately reach inside his shorts for more stimulation. His hand was immediately met with the tepid drops of precum that were oozing out of his painfully hard dick and staining the inside of his swim shorts. That didn’t matter, he could wash them later.

Chishiya tried to remember how you would touch him so he could replicate it. With gentle fingers, he circled around his tip, gathering a generous amount of sticky precum just as you always did. Using this natural lubrication, Chishiya began stroking himself up and down. Unable to stop himself, his touch getting more and more frenzied as time went on. But no matter how hard he stroked, it was as if something was missing.

Suddenly getting a genius idea, Chishiya immediately pulled his hand back up from his shorts and briskly walked to the bathroom. With clear intend, he began searching for your makeup bag. He knew it was around here somewhere - he saw you use it every morning. Once found, he brought it with him back into the bedroom, spewing its contents all over the bed to easier get an overview of the many items. Chishiya rarely made messes, but he didn’t care right now. He was on a mission.

Just as he was about to go insane, he finally found it: your hand lotion. Perfect. With a relieved sigh, Chishiya pulled his trunks down and got comfortable on the bed. He squirted a liberal amount of the cream into his dominant hand and brought it up to his nose. Right that second it felt as if you were there in the room with him. This would work.

After one last deep inhale, Chishiya brought the lotion filled hand back down to his hardness, wrapping his fingers around himself and immediately stroking up and down. Closing his eyes, he allowed the scent to help his mind imagine you more clearly. The almost sinful sound of his lubed-up hand pulling furiously on his dick belonged more in porn than real life, but it only further helped him visualise you in the room. To him, the sound was similar to the one he heard when he would relentlessly fuck into your wet core. All that was missing was the sweet, sweet sound of your moans. Well, he would just have to imagine that.

His own moans filled up the room as his hand moved faster and faster. Although it felt good, at the same time he felt as if something was missing. While the thought of it being your hand that was choking his dick was highly enticing, he at the same time wanted more than your hand. His hand slowed down while he troubleshooted how to create an even more arousing scenario.

Suddenly, it came to him. All he needed was a position change to emulate real sex even better. Chishiya turned around so he was laying on his stomach and placed a pillow underneath his pelvis. This would work perfectly, he thought.

Just as he was about to fuck the pillow, he spotted your perfume bottle on the bed and another stroke of genius hit him. Inspired by the hand lotion he had used earlier, Chishiya grabbed the perfume bottle and began spraying it generously on a second pillow, the image of you getting more and more visible with each spritz.

With his face buried deep in the now you-scented pillow, his hands began squeezing and fondling the soft material, as if it was your boobs. The thought alone made him wild and caused his hips to savagely thrust into the soft fabric of the pillow. The sounds that left his mouth were almost animalistic, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to be relieved from his throbbing, hard dick no matter how that happened.

The pillow effectively muffled his moans in the same way that it so often did to yours. He could almost see the scene in front of him: you on your knees, ass high up in the air and face pressed into the pillow. It was one of his favourite positions. There was something beautiful about you in such a vulnerable state, in seeing you completely under his control. Oh god, the thought alone made his hips move even faster.

Sure, the pillow was no match to your body, but it did its job. Breathing in your scent deeply, he felt himself get closer and closer to the release he so desperately wanted. When he closed his eyes, he could almost see your fucked out face, your eyes glazed over and mouth permanently open. It was as if he could hear your voice too. ‘Come in me, Chishiya. Fill me up.’

With a final, stuttering thrust and loud, shaky moan, Chishiya came hard, emptying himself all over the pillow’s satin fabric. Never would have had thought that coming on a pillow could feel so good, but it did. With shaky arms, Chishiya pushed himself up in a seated position. It was first now that it clicked just how much of a mess he had made. Your toiletries were everywhere, the bedsheets were all tangled and damp from his sweat, and the pillow…

The pillow. Well, this was a problem. For what felt like hours, Chishiya stared at the soiled pillow, trying to figure out how to handle this new situation. Finally, Chishiya picked it up and removed the pillowcase. Maybe the pillow itself was fine? Shit, no. The pillow was wet too. Seeing no way to salvage the pillow, Chishiya stood up and got dressed, before disposing of the pillow in a plastic bag. His plan was to leave no trace, so he quickly and efficiently began cleaning up the mess he had created, carefully putting your toiletries back in the makeup bag and put it back on its spot in the bathroom.

Just as he finished up cleaning, the hotel door opened, revealing your silhouette. You looked happy, but also very, very drunk as evident by your wobbly steps and giggling demeanour. Chishiya walked up to greet you, immediately taking on the caretaker role that he had demeanour to love.

“Did you have fun?” he asked with a smug smile before guiding you over to the bed. You laid down without help yourself, getting comfortable on the soft mattress.

“Hmmm… Very,” you giggled before noticing the lack of something. “Where’s the other pillow?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll grab a new one from the laundry room tomorrow.”

Thank God you were drunk because you decided not to ask any more questions about neither the lack of a pillow or the fact that the room was thickly smelling like your favourite perfume. Instead, Chishiya watched as you closed your eyes to relax, looking completely at peace. For a few seconds, he just observed you before laying down behind you and pulling you into an embrace tight enough that you could share the only pillow.

If only you had walked in 15 minutes earlier, you would have had two. He didn’t mind, though. Sharing the one pillow just meant he was closer to you. He would never complain about that.

[laurbiek]

HEY! If you're still taking requests, could you write something with tipsy Andrew and him being all amused and clingy and handsy with his lover? 🥺🥺

do you guys know the feeling when its 11:30 on a Sunday and you have class tomorrow morning but your suddenly inspired to start writing again after like 9 months so you have to start immediately even though you should maybe go to bed or study for any of the tests you have this week

anyway here's wonderwall

Now that it was socially acceptable to be out in public again, Andy frequented local bars and pubs with his friends. He would go out with Alex, meet his brother for drinks, sometimes even invite Aisling out into the country to hang out for the night. Sometimes you joined him, sometimes you didn't.

He liked it better when you joined them, getting to watch you relax and laugh at some dumb joke. Watching your blush get deeper and deeper, and peeling off a jacket or a sweater as the heat of the alcohol consumed you.

Occasionally you two would split something more illicit, something rolled or baked that Andrew's brother would obtain for him. Your whole party laughing together at the fire pit in your backyard, talking about ordering food but ever actually doing it.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

Work was getting busy, and you felt too tired for a night out, even if it was just a local pub in the small hamlet you two chose to live in. You knew you were just too wired up, too stressed to meet friends without passing the bad feelings on, without snapping at someone or getting sad-drunk and killing the vibe. So you opted to stay home, watching some bad TV with a large glass of wine, and throwing tennis balls around the house for Elwood to retrieve.

Externally, Andrew didn't mind. He knew everyone needed 'me time', he knew he would have fun anyway. He knew he didn't want to be the kind of couple that were inseparable, that cant exist without the other person, like two stars that orbit each other and ignore the rest.

But sometimes it feels impossible to talk about anything else, sometimes he felt the need to tattoo your name on his forehead just to be able to bring you up in conversation. Love is almost a form of obsession, and for Andrew it can be occasionally difficult to hide.

Especially after a pint or two, and some glasses of whisky if he's being honest.

Andrew reached into his pocket for his keys, feeling around for the sharp metal he hoped and prayed he remembered to bring that night. He heard a slightly more sober Alex lock his car behind him, deciding that he could spend the night in one of the guest rooms instead of slugging it back to Dublin at one in the morning. He finally shoves the key into the lock, tuning it in a way so domestic and familiar it makes his heart leap.

The two trudge into the warm house, and toe their shoes off in the hallway before stomping into the living room with heavy, reckless feet. You tilt your head back on the sectional armrest, seeing them coming closer upside down.

"Hey guys, have enough fun?" you just, Alex flopping down on the other side of the couch, and Andrew leaning down farther than usual to peck you on the lips.

"It was grand love, lots of mischief made", He walks around, sitting in between his fried and his lover, looking up to see some reality TV nonsense playing with the captions on. He turns his body towards yours, leaning his head on his arm and staring down at you like you hung the stars, "I missed you though"

"Andy you were ten minutes away, I don't know how you managed to miss me"

He grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer, almost in his lap. His large hands feel slightly cold as they hold your skin under the borrowed t-shirt you wore to relax in that night. He leans up to kiss your neck, and his facial hair, as always, tickles slightly.

"You must have some kind of spell on me, something sinister and ugly to keep me enamored" he says, voice muffled by your body.

You roll your eyes at Alex, who is barely paying attention to his very whipped friend, instead leaning towards the coffee table to pick at the snacks you brought out for yourself. You share a look of agreement, silently saying 'this guy is a fool'. You grab Andrew's face and pull it up to make eye contact with yourself,

"Yeah I couldn't possibly get this ring without outside help", you say. Andrew makes a light laugh at that, simply breathing out and smiling. You notice his eyes starting to flutter a bit more, obviously getting tired. You pull away from Andrew and get yourself up, "Ok Loverboy, its time for bed, Alex you know where everything is help yourself", he nods and gives a thumbs up as a response, wrist deep in a bag of Cheese and Onion Taytos.

You grab Andrew's hand and pull on it, urging him to get his ass to bed. He groans slightly as he rises, jokingly adding an "Ok mistress" as he grabs your hand back and follows you up the stairs.

Once you both reach your shared bedroom, Andrew sits on the bed and takes his socks off, forgetting what he wanted to do next. He watches as Elwood does his little circles in his dog bed, he thinks that humans should be able to do something similar. You pop out of the attached bathroom, having washed your face and tied your hair up. Andrew reaches his arms out like a child towards you, silently asking for some physical contact. You slip in between them, holding his head against your chest and placing a kiss on top of it. His hands wrap around you tightly. He wishes he could've stayed here all night. You pull away and he makes a complaining groan,

"Calm down we can cuddle all night, let me help you with your hair."

You kneel behind his seated form, becoming just tall enough to gather his hair into a uniform pony and secure it away so he doesn't mess it up during the night. He thoroughly enjoys the feeling of your fingers in his hair, he recalls the feeling of you pulling it tighter, in a different context of course. He smiles slightly at the memory. You kiss the top of his head again, letting him know you were done.

Against his desires, he plods into the bathroom to brush his teeth, accident leaving the balled up socks from earlier on the counter. He, as quickly as he can, puts on something more comfortable, with way fewer buttons, and dramatically flops into bed.

You lay facing each other, first just holding hands, but as the minutes progress he pulls you closer and closer until your legs are wrapped around his hips and his arms are keeping you there, your foreheads are touching. You couldn't possibly be closer if you tried.

"What if we were conjoined and had to be like this forever"

"Andrew I cannot do this right now go to sleep"

"No seriously what if?!"

After a few more tipsy comments from Andrew, and lightly chastising him for his wandering hands, you finally turn over. If he is known for anything other than music, it should be his ability to be the big spoon. He completely envelops you, and you've never felt safer.

His hands wander under your shirt, not in a sexual way, but in a familiar one. He just wants to feel close to you, feel skin on skin like a baby looking for comfort. You can feel his nose poking into the back of your neck, and you're glad his feet are so far away because you just know they're cold.

You relish in the feeling of his touch, how in his most vulnerable and uncaring moments the most he ever wants to do is feel your warmth, know that you're there.

The last thing he remembers is the smell of your shampoo before he falls into sleep.

[hayakawalove]

Test of Love (Chapter Five)

Chapter Five

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Summary: You and Satoru talk about the recent attacks. After he leaves, Suguru comes to your house. A/N: Hello! I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. It was really fun to write and I've been building it up a lot. Comments always appreciated!

CW: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Fem Reader, AFAB Reader W/C: 7,333

Credit to Benkeibear for the banner

Your apartment was excruciatingly quiet, the only sounds were coming from your fingers as you picked at your shirt, and the low hum of your AC. 

He was going to be here any second now. Any second. 

Satoru was coming to your house tonight to go over potential suspects regarding the attacks on the school. He was the one who suggested the idea. In theory it sounded great. After proposing it, he quickly followed up saying he wanted to do it at your house, which left you feeling a bit nervous. 

The loud sound of your doorbell shakes you from your thoughts, causing you to jump to your feet. He’s here. You rush to the door, gripping the handle tightly as you swing it open. Satoru’s standing there with a pile of papers shoved under his arm. 

“Satoru!” You say. 

Before you can greet him properly, he’s leaning down and grabbing your face. His lips press against yours in a rather rushed way, the taste of him seeping into your mouth. You fly your hands up and grip his shirt, eventually pushing your lips against his. He’s grinning by the time he’s pulling away, leaning over you. 

“Hey.” He responds, cooly. 

You try to self regulate your breathing while he slips past you into your apartment. The air immediately shifts around you the second Satoru enters your place, a fact that is not lost on you. No matter where he went, he shifted it. 

You carefully shut the door behind you as you turn around, taking in the sight of Satoru in your house. He’s dropped you off before, but he’s never been inside. Everything looks small surrounding him, briefly making you wonder if you’ve actually lived in a dollhouse this whole time. 

Satoru takes in his surroundings, before making his way to your couch and sitting down. He splays the papers out on the coffee table in front of him, pulling his blindfold down at the same time. 

Stunning. 

You suppress a groan at the sight of his blue eyes, instead choosing to slide into the seat next to him. Your hands are sweaty, and you aren't sure if it’s because of your anxiety about the attacks or because Satoru was in your house. 

“What’s the matter with you?” Satoru asks, handing you half a stack of papers. 

You grab it and quickly flick through the pile, mentally groaning at the amount. 

“I’m just worried about what’s been happening at the school.” 

You had no reason to believe it was anything scary, anything scarier than what was considered normal at least. But there was a nagging feeling in the back of your brain telling you that something wasn’t right. 

“That's why I’m here, right?” Satoru kicks up his feet on your coffee table. 

Satoru had brought over a stack of curse users that Jujutsu High was keeping an eye on. It was bigger than you were expecting. You were hoping the answer would lie somewhere in the list. Now that you were looking at how many there were, you were sure statistically speaking they had to be in there, you wouldn't be surprised if the whole damn population of Tokyo was in it. 

You heave out a sigh and look down at your half. The first page greets you, a man named Tetsuya Nakamura was listed, his picture staring right at you. He looked like the definition of evil, his dark eyes staring straight at you. 

How were you going to narrow down the list? 

“I have an update about the last attack. Remember how some trees were lit on fire?” Satoru asks, his gaze flicking through the first paper before he sets it down. “Turns out there were remnants of cursed energy on the remains of the trees. Someone used their technique to light it up.” 

Well that would help in knowing what to look for. It didn’t make you feel any more relieved though, knowing there was someone who could light the school on fire lurking around. 

“So look for someone who can start a fire, got it.” You mumble, setting Nakamura’s page to the side. As scary as he looked, he wouldn't have been able to do it. 

The room is mostly silent as the two of you look through the files of what Tokyo’s most evil had to offer.

It felt like hours had passed as the two of you searched, the sun slowly setting outside your windows. 

“Aha, there he is.” Satoru murmurs to himself, pulling a paper out and looking at it. 

You perk your head up to see who he’s talking about. Mahiro Kawaguchi. He doesn’t look at all like what you’d expect a curse user to look like. He's skinny with short brown hair, his eyes holding something like humor in them. 

“Who’s that?” You ask.

Satoru sets his stack of papers down, eyes drawn into Mahiro. 

“He's a pretty infamous fire user. The kids been on our radar for months but we’ve always had bigger fish to fry. I think he's probably the most fitting out of what we have.” 

You had never heard of the guy, but that didn’t really surprise you. The elders had their eyes on many people, most of which you probably didn’t even know existed. 

“This whole thing is weird, Satoru.” 

Something was off about this situation. At first, you thought that they were doing multiple attacks to wear everyone down. But it's been going on for so long, wouldn’t something have happened by now? It feels like there’s a missing piece, one you can’t quite wrap your head around. 

Satoru looks up at you expectantly. 

“Why hasn’t anything happened yet? If they were going to hit us with something major, they would've done it by now, right?” You ask, dropping your pile of papers on the coffee table. 

Satoru looks away for a moment to think, his teeth digging inside his cheek. 

“I think so. I'm also really confused about how they burned that patch of trees down. I checked the schedule for the day, and the graduates came as soon as we left. They should have caught them.” 

If that was the case, why didn’t they? 

You dig the heels of your palms in your eyes, feeling the onset of a migraine coming on. Two mysteries you had to solve, and you weren’t sure how much time you had. 

Tilting your head to the side, you notice Satoru is staring at the ceiling. You were never sure if you wanted to catch a glimpse inside his mind or not. Just what did someone like Satoru think about? How much did he know? 

“And I mean, Mahiro is a dumbass. The nature of it all doesn’t suit him. He never takes a slow approach. But his curse technique fits it the best. Unless, it’s someone completely new which will be a fucking headache.” Satoru taps his foot lightly against your floor. 

He looks down through snow white lashes, making eye contact with you. He looks weary and broken down, exhaustion seeping through his features. It's sick, but you feel relief at the sight of him lowering his guard down for you. It was a sight not many had seen, other than Suguru. 

It would be nice to have a break. Jujutsu was constantly on your mind. You loved it and found it fascinating, but god did you want to feel ignorant for just a moment. 

“Why don’t we take a breather?” You ask, praying that Satoru will agree to it. 

“Sounds good to me.” Satoru sets Mahiro’s paper on the coffee table. 

“It's got me so stressed and I’m not even sure why.” You groan. 

You deal with much more stressful things on a regular basis, there was no reason for you to feel worried about this. You raise a hand to press your fingertips into your temple, whimpering at the pain. 

You’re too focused on your self pity that you don’t notice Satoru inching closer and closer to you. 

“Do you need help relaxing?” Satoru grabs your arm, pulling it away from your face. 

His cologne overwhelms your senses, making your brain short circuit. You weren’t horny, you weren’t even close, but the second his skin made contact with yours it felt like sex was the only thing on your mind. 

“I'm not sure you make me feel relaxed.” You mutter, flicking your eyes to his lips. 

Wasn’t that the truth. He made your heart race, your skin tingle, and your mind reel. Relaxed was the furthest thing he made you feel. 

“Really? How do I make you feel then?” His face is closer to yours now, and you can feel the heat of his breath gracing your cheeks. 

“I can show you.” You respond. 

His lips smash into yours, causing a soft moan to slip from your mouth. Satoru smiles into the kiss, turning his body to face you more. The size difference is glaringly obvious as he turns you to face him, maneuvering your bodies to lay on the couch. Lean muscles sink into your flesh, making your back arch. 

Satoru tastes like strawberry as his lips meld to yours. You would expect nothing else from the self proclaimed sweets enthusiast. Your arms wrap around his neck, tugging him down towards you as your lips part. Satoru takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth, grazing yours. Kissing Satoru was nothing like kissing Suguru. He was rushed, hard, and desperate. Suguru was more methodical, drawing you out until you wanted to beg. The two balanced each other out perfectly, neither being better than the other. Satoru’s breathing picks up as he feels you reciprocate his neediness. The room is filled with the sounds of lips smacking and quiet groans exchanged between the two of you. 

You lace your fingers in his feathery hair, giving it a soft tug. Satoru’s brows furrow as he moans into your mouth. It shouldn’t surprise you, Satoru being a loud lover made sense. His groin is pressed against yours as his tongue tangles with yours. You shift your hips up until you can feel his bulge, sliding your pussy against it to get a reaction. You had yet to see it, but you knew his cock was perfect. There was not a doubt in your mind that it would ruin you. 

Satoru pulls away to catch his breath, peering down at you. The proximity leaves you breathless, you were at the mercy of the man above you as you were trapped. His eyes are even more beautiful up close if that was even possible. Satoru pushes himself against you, smirking at the way your lips part. You wanted to rip your clothes off and get on your knees to beg for more, you certainly weren’t above it. But the game you were playing with him felt nice, the two of you waiting to see who would break first. 

Your pussy clenches at the weight of his cock pressing into you. Even through layers of fabric your body calls for him. You moan out as Satoru pushes against you harder, somehow finding your clit. He grinds against you at a slow pace, his cock beginning to weep inside his pants. Satoru hadn’t been intimate with anyone besides Suguru in a long time, you could almost see the excitement leaking from his pores. 

“Satoru, I need-“ you moan once more, your eyes squeezing shut. 

“What do you need?” Satoru asks. 

You’re pathetic. 

You’re pathetic, but you don’t care. You open your eyes and look up at him, lust lighting up your features. 

“Need you, need you bad.” You mutter. 

Satoru lets out a shaky breath as he presses his lips against yours once more. There’s an urgency this time as he grinds against you faster, his hands gliding down your body. 

God likes playing jokes on you, you think. Satoru’s phone blares as he gets a call, disrupting the flow. You desperately want to beg him not to answer it, not to even check who’s calling. But Satoru is a busy man, and you can’t be selfish with his time. 

Satoru relents and pulls away, reaching for his phone. You don’t get the chance to see who’s calling him before he picks up. 

“What?” His voice makes you feel bad for whoever’s on the other line. 

Your chest heaves as you stare up at him, waiting for him to say he had to go. Satoru hangs up and sits on his ankles, his eyes dancing across your figure. 

“I'm sorry, I have-.” He begins, sadness leaking from his words. 

“I-it’s okay. Go. We can continue this later.” You assure, trying to keep your voice level. 

You’re hoping you don’t look as disheveled as you feel. Satoru tugs your shirt down, pressing a kiss against your lips. A string tugs at your heart as you watch the world's strongest sorcerer pull himself up, standing while he adjusts his hair. 

“I’ll call you.” He promises, gathering all the papers. 

“Be safe.” 

Satoru’s eyes flick up to you as if he's caught off guard. How many people have told him to be safe before? He cracks a grin that feels superficial at best before making his way to your door. 

“Later!” He bids you farewell before slipping out of your apartment. 

You’re met with the harsh silence that falls over your house, a heavy weight resting against your shoulders. Satoru’s presence was so large that the second he left it felt like a hole was carved out of your chest. This sucked. Not only were you sad, but you could feel stickiness between your legs, the result of all the teasing Satoru put you through. 

The bastard. 

You slowly sit up, releasing a shaky breath as you do so. Your stomach begins to twist as you suddenly realize that it’s dinner time, and you hadn’t had anything to eat since the half doughnut you stole from Satoru in the break room before lunch. 

Your eyes glance to the kitchen where you feel dread build up in you. Cooking was the last thing you wanted to do. A chime breaks you from your inner debate. 

Suguru: hey 

Suguru: what’s up? 

You smile at your phone, typing out a response. 

You: Satoru just left so now I’m trying to figure out what to eat 

Suguru: I can pick up food and bring it over? 

You bite your lip as you try to hold back a smile. 

You: yes please 

Suguru comes to your house within 15 minutes, a soft smile on his lips as he holds up the plastic bag of take out. 

“You have no idea how excited I am to see you.” You exclaim. 

Suguru slides past you and sets the bag on your counter. 

“Are you excited to see me or the food?” He asks as he chuckles, opening the bag. He had gotten yakisoba from your favorite place down the street, a while ago you made an off handed comment to him about how much you loved it. He remembered. 

“Hmm, can it be both?” You tease back, appreciating him from behind. 

Him and Satoru looked so large in your apartment. 

You go to your kitchen to grab extra plates for the two of you. It feels entirely domestic, the way Suguru dishes out the dinner for you. You almost feel angry at Satoru for hiding this man for so long. Then again, if he was yours, you wouldn't exactly be jumping at the chance to share him. 

While you eat together, Suguru tells you about his day. It sounded like he was on campus helping Yaga with a project, which apparently was a common occurrence. It honestly blew your mind at how often he went to the school, you had no idea how you managed to miss each other this entire time. 

Your stomach is happier with you by the time you’re done. You don’t want Suguru to leave yet, so you ask if he wants to watch a movie with you. 

That's how you find yourselves in your bed, his large frame beneath you as you rest your head on his chest. You focus on the way his heart beats underneath you while he strums your back, eyes watching the movie playing on your screen. The two of you aren’t really paying attention, only sort of understanding what was happening in the movie. 

“What’d you and Satoru do?” Suguru asks. 

“Not much, he came over to look at suspects for the problem we’ve been having at the school.” You conveniently leave out the part where you grinded against each other like a bunch of horny teenagers. 

Suguru hums. 

“You’ve heard about it, right?” You turn to look at him. 

Suguru’s fox eyes drag to your face and you have to remind yourself to breathe normally. 

“Yeah, Satoru’s told me a bit. It’s sort of weird.” Suguru slides his hand down your arm, causing a chill to run up your spine. 

“That’s what I was saying! It just doesn’t make sense.” You respond. “There’s the fire which was weird, and apparently Satoru doesn’t understand how the graduates missed the last attack, since they should have been there. There’s also an uptick of curses near the school.” 

Suguru’s eyes look up in thought. 

“That's the part that’s weird to me. There hasn’t been any recent tragedies there, so there shouldn’t be curses there.” Suguru chooses his words carefully before speaking. “It’s almost like it has something to do with someone with curse manipulation, but that can’t be right. It’s not very common, and I would’ve heard of someone else with it.” 

Well you had never thought of it like that before. If Suguru thought it was weird, then surely it was. Suguru had curse manipulation so he would understand the signs. 

Hold on. 

It dawns on you. 

Not only are you seeing Satoru, the strongest sorcerer of your time, but you’re also seeing Suguru, arguably the next strongest sorcerer.

Your eyes widen before you force the surprise back down. You knew they were both strong, but there was never really thought put into it. You remember your thoughts from when you first saw Suguru in the bookstore where you told yourself you could handle him, what a joke. 

“What’s wrong?” Suguru asks, pulling you from spiraling. 

“I just realized how strong you guys are, I’ve never really thought about it before.” 

“You just realized? I feel like Satoru never lets people forget.” Suguru grins in amusement. 

“Fair.” You laugh to yourself. 

You wrap your arm around his chest, appreciating all the muscles underneath you. You think he shudders at the action, but you aren't sure if your mind’s playing tricks on you. 

“You’re strong too, you know.” You speak softly. 

Suguru’s body goes rigid for half a second before relaxing underneath your touch. You look up towards him, his deep eyes causing your breathing to stutter. It’s hard to tell who moves first, but your lips are on each other in an instance. It was soft and calculated the way his mouth moved against yours. Nothing like Satoru. You feel Suguru’s hand thread against the back of your hair, and you gasp in surprise. Suguru smirks to himself and takes the opportunity to glide his tongue inside your mouth, stroking yours. More, you needed more. You press your mouth harder against him, wrapping your tongue around his. 

“Eager, are we?” Suguru pulls back to say. 

He had no idea. 

You hadn’t cum in days, and the boys were both teasing you the whole time. 

Were they even aware of what they were doing? 

“Please.” You mumble, your lips brushing against his as you speak. 

Suguru pulls back to look into your eyes. You probably looked a mess. You felt like a mess. His eyes slide across your face, taking in your features. 

“Tell me what you need.” He asks. 

Just like Satoru. 

“More.” You respond. 

Suguru runs his tongue along his bottom lip before pushing his mouth against yours. You yelp in surprise, grateful to feel his body against yours once more. It was hard to breathe when you kissed him, but you weren’t sure if that was because your mouth was occupied, or because of who you were kissing. 

Suguru keeps his lips on yours as he slides out from underneath you, throwing his leg over your body as he hovers over you. All you could see, feel, smell, taste was Suguru. You could hardly get enough. 

He uses one hand to tilt your face up, guiding his tongue against yours as he balances his weight on a hand beside your head. 

Jealousy strikes through you at the insight that Satoru had this every night. 

You push your hips up in an attempt to create friction with something, but you’re met with open air. Suguru chuckles above you, removing his lips to watch you. Yellow eyes flick to your lips before back up and you have to force yourself to breathe. 

“I can’t believe Satoru got to you before me.” He insinuates. You know exactly what he’s talking about. 

“He-he didn’t. Not really.” 

Suguru’s face draws in surprise. Hold on. Satoru didn't tell Suguru how far the both of you went? That was surprising. It was hard to tell whether or not you were grateful. You couldn’t figure out why Satoru would keep it from Suguru. Maybe because he wanted something to hold over his head? 

“Really?” 

“We just, he uh,” you look away. “He ate me out but that’s all.” 

If you were looking at Suguru you would have seen the mischievous glint that flashed across his face. He brings your gaze back to his, craving to see the look in your eyes. 

“Is that so?” Suguru trails his finger from your jaw to your throat. 

You can feel your pulse beneath his finger, the fragility of your body completely in the grasp of the man above you. 

“Y-yes.”

Suguru smiles, but it’s not the smile you know. It’s dark and nerve wracking, as if millions of ideas were flashing through his head. It would have scared you, you think, if it didn’t excite you. 

Suguru grabs your throat with a gentle but firm hand and tilts your head up. You’re completely at his mercy as he dips his face down, moving his hand to press his lips against your neck. Your hands fly up to grip his shoulders as he places soft kisses along your tender flesh. It's a ruse and you know it. Suguru was kind, protective, and trustworthy. But he was also strong, assertive, and domineering. You’d heard the rumors about him. Ruthless in a fight, they said. You were starting to wonder if that applied in the bedroom as well. 

Suguru leans back to look at your neck before going in again, his teeth now digging in you. You yelp and hold onto him tighter, briefly spasming underneath him at the sharpness of his fangs. Suguru sucks your skin into his mouth, pulling back to glide his tongue over the injury. Your head is dizzy at the switch, and you’re almost left wondering if he bit you at all. He finally graces you with friction as he lowers himself towards you, pressing his cock against you. You gasp out, pushing yourself up more to get even a little bit of pleasure. 

Suguru looks at your face as you try to angle your hips correctly, an amused expression on his face. You don’t care how you look. You just need it, and you need it bad. Suguru reaches up to gently push your hair out of your face before he kisses you again. Your attention is split between his lips and his hand as it glides down your body, resting at your waist as he slides it beneath your shirt. Your breathing is coming out much more heavily now as his fingers make their way to your chest. He pushes his hand underneath your bra, trailing across your breast. You pull away to groan as he slides his thumb on your nipple, causing your head to spine. 

Off, you need it off. 

You reach down to tug your shirt off, throwing it across your bedroom. Suguru instantly looks towards your exposed skin, pushing your bra up. 

It had been awhile since you had sex with someone and your anxiety was finally starting to catch up. 

You fidget beneath him, tempted to cover up. Maybe he didn’t like what he was seeing? 

Before your doubts can eat you alive, Suguru is leaning down, his breath brushing across your sensitive skin. 

“God…” he speaks to himself before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. 

You moan and arch up into his mouth, his tongue grazing across your nipple. He uses his hand to pinch the other nipple, making your body shake beneath him. You twist underneath him, his heavy breath gliding across your skin as he switches breasts. You throw your head back, keeping your eyes closed. You couldn’t look at him. You may cum on the spot if you did. 

Suguru sits up and looks down at you, enjoying the sight of you withering underneath him. You open your eyes to peer up at him, your hands carefully reaching out to tug on his shirt. You wanted more of him. Suguru pulls it off his head and tosses it near yours, before pressing kisses down your stomach. You twitch underneath him, his velvet lips leaving goosebumps as he goes. 

Squirming beneath him, you dig your teeth into your bottom lip as he carefully pulls your pants down. Excitement bubbles up in your veins, but your legs try to squeeze shut once you're exposed. 

A rush of cool air brushes against your exposed pussy, making you clench around nothing. Suguru’s eyes are focused on your core, his strong hands keeping your legs apart. He lifts a hand towards you, pressing his thumb against your clit. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, the tone of his voice making you want to curl in on yourself. 

“H-hah!” You groan, your body spasming as you try to push against his finger harder. 

Suguru’s eyes carefully trail back up to your face to watch your reactions as his thumb begins to swirl against your clit. It was the perfect amount of pressure, you think. Not too hard, not too soft. Your lips are parted as you look down to watch him rub your clit. 

“You’re so wet already.” Suguru observes, flicking his eyes down to your pussy. 

“Me and Satoru uh…” Suguru pauses his thumb and looks up at you. 

Should you tell him? 

“We made out and grinded against each other, but he had to leave.” 

If you talked about any other man with someone else, you were sure the other guy would be pissed. But that wasn’t the case with Satoru and Suguru. 

A hunger flares across Suguru’s face as he listens to you, your heart fluttering. 

“He just left you like this?” 

You dig your teeth into your lip and look up at him. 

“Why don’t I take care of you?” He asks, starting to rub his thumb again as he looks into your eyes. 

You aren’t even sure how to beg him for it, so you just whimper a “please”. Suguru smiles and slides down your body until his face is right in front of your pussy. 

Your hands rest against your thighs as you stare down at him, his face mere inches away from where you needed him most. It was scary, you wondered what was going through his mind as he looked down at you. 

“So fucking perfect.” He murmurs, looking up at you as he leans in. 

The first lick is a shock to your system, and the second restarts your brain. Suguru slides his tongue through your folds several times to taste the wetness that clings to you, before focusing on your clit. You moan out and lift a hand up to rest on Suguru’s head, unable to run your fingers through his hair, as it was tied up in a bun. Suguru wraps his lips around your clit and gives a harsh suck making you arch your back. Just like kissing, Suguru was completely opposite of Satoru when it came to eating you out. Satoru was messy, and overwhelming. Suguru was slow, choosing to draw out your moans for as long as possible. You think Suguru would keep doing this forever if only to torture you. 

“Pull it.” Suguru orders, speaking directly into you as he reaches up to take his hair from the bun. 

The hair falls against your thighs, briefly tickling you before he flicks it back behind him. Why was such a small action so fucking hot? You tentatively run a hand through his hair before gripping it, unsure of how hard to pull. Suguru grins against you as he licks your clit again. Your hand is shaky as it holds his hair, and it seemed like Suguru wanted to change that. He continues to eat you out as he lifts a hand up to wrap around yours, tightening your grip on his hair. He pulls his hand back a bit, causing you to tug his black locks harder than you would’ve if he didn’t help. Didn’t that hurt? Suguru groans into your pussy, the noise making you go cross eyed. He liked it rough. 

You keep pulling his hair with the same harshness once he releases his hold on you. His tongue trails down until it finds your pussy, sliding in once, twice, before pressing against you and keeping it inside. The moans filling your room are pornographic, the sound almost making you flustered. You couldn’t dwell on how ridiculous you sounded, not with the way Suguru was tongue fucking you. 

“So sweet, I'm a bit jealous that Satoru got a taste first.” He says as he pulls back, staring at the way your clit twitches beneath his gaze. 

“At least I get to have you fully first.” Suguru is talking to himself you think, because there’s no way in hell he expects you to respond. 

Suguru licks your clit slowly several times before sucking it again, making you pull on his hair even harder. Your other hand is holding his next to your hips, fingers intertwined. He’s breathing hard against you as he brings you closer to the edge, you almost wondered if he was going to cum too. 

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer, but you almost don’t want to cum. You wanted to stay in this state forever, the pleasure of being trapped beneath Suguru’s mouth leaving you breathless. 

“S-Suguru it feels-“ You let out a moan, looking down at his face between your legs. 

“Tell me how it feels, baby.” He’s muttering against your skin, lips finding their way back to you instantly. 

“Fuck- feels so good Suguru, you’re gonna make me c- I’m gonna cum!” You sob, feeling your pussy rhythmically twitch. 

Suguru doesn’t respond, at least you don’t think he does. You can’t hear anything besides the loud moans you’re releasing and the sounds of his tongue making contact with your dripping core. Suguru continues sucking your clit until your body goes completely stiff under him as you cum on his tongue. He uses it to his advantage as he sucks you through it, your groans only encouragement for him. 

When he stops, you briefly wonder if you’ve died and gone to heaven. He looks like a saint between your twitching thighs, his lips covered in your release as his eyes look heavy with lust. 

Even though you had just cum, you wanted more. 

“How’d that feel?” His soft voice floats over to your ears as he runs his hands down your thighs. 

Incredible, breathtaking, time stopping. You don’t think you’ve cum like that in years, if ever. The only other time you felt just as good was when you came on Satoru’s tongue. 

“G-Good.” Your voice is shaky as his hands continue to run along your skin. 

Why did he ask? Could he not see how you looked underneath him? Maybe he just wanted to hear you say it.

“I’m glad, it’s been awhile since I…” he trails off as he takes in the sight of your form beneath him, his eyes darkening. 

You tremble beneath him as aftershocks flow through your body. 

“Can I… I wanna…” you try to reach up to tug at his pants. 

Suguru grins and takes your hands into his. 

“Not now, I just wanna be inside you.” His voice is low and dangerous, the tone of a man who was going to ruin you. 

Suguru’s eyes flick up to yours before something dawns on him. 

“I don’t have condoms.” He’s speaking more to himself than you. 

Suguru hadn’t been fucking anyone besides Satoru in years. It wasn’t like Satoru was going to get pregnant. Neither of them had any need to get them. 

He pulls away to sit on his heels as he looks at you, a disappointed look on his face. 

“We shouldn’t…” he mutters. 

There was no way in hell you were stopping. 

You had condoms in your nightstand, but you didn’t really want to use them. You wanted to feel Suguru wholly and completely. 

“I'm on birth control.” You reach out to grab his hand again to tug him towards you. 

You were on it, and you don’t think you had ever been so glad you started it until this point. You sent gratitude to your past self, grateful that you had the future insight to start birth control. Suguru searches your eyes and you try to translate just how badly you wanted him. 

“Are you sure?” He asks. 

“I'm sure.” 

Suguru presses his lips against yours and the taste of your cum leaks into your mouth. He wasn’t rushing, but you could feel the underlying sense of urgency in his touch. He holds your face with one hand as he begins to unbuckle his pants with the other. Your pulse is erratic in excitement as he pulls the clothing down past his cock, and you're too distracted with his lips to look. 

Suguru pulls away, the string of saliva connecting your lips tearing apart as he tugs his pants off the rest of the way. You stare at the way his luscious hair hangs from his head, memories of what it felt like between your fingers. 

“Ready?” He asks, snapping your attention back to him. 

“Y-yeah I’m r-“ you start, looking down at his cock. 

Holy fucking shit. 

Suguru’s eyebrows raise as you stare at him, his leaky tip standing rock hard. He was joking, right? You knew it was big from the way it felt in the club, but you were not expecting this. 

His face relaxes as he realizes what you're staring at. He smiles before grabbing your hip. His thumb smoothes along your skin while you look up at him, your eyes wide. 

“It's okay baby.” 

“Suguru, I don’t think, it’s not gonna,” your hole clenches as you try to imagine fitting all of him inside you. 

“Trust me.” He kisses your forehead and you feel your defenses start to fall. When he said that, it was hard not to. 

“I'll be right here this whole time.” He says lowly, pulling away. 

You take a deep breath and spread your legs wider, staring at him as he situates himself between your legs. His cock nudges your entrance and you know it’s going to hurt more if you watch, but you can't look away. 

At least you were dripping. 

Suguru holds his cock as it pushes against your pussy, sliding in easily. Your mouth drops open as he starts to fill you up. 

“Relax for me, I got you.” He speaks softly to you, and you will your tense muscles to calm down. 

It works enough that he can slide into you even more, making you whimper in response. Your walls are clinging tightly to him as he pushes into you, nice and slow. 

You throw your head back and shudder as Suguru takes his hand off his cock, resting his grip on your sides. He’s halfway in, but it still feels deeper than anyone you’ve had before. He leans on his forearms above you as he slides the rest of the way in, his body going completely still to let you warm up. 

“Y-you’re so,” You stutter, your voice airy as you try to speak. 

It pinches slightly, your pussy spreading wide to accommodate his size. 

“I know, I know. Look at me.” 

You lift your head up to look into Suguru’s eyes. He’s showing concern as he stares down at you, and your heart tugs at the sight. He was beautiful. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. 

You were okay, you were just stretched more than you had ever been. The sting subsides as he sits inside you, refusing to begin until you give him the okay. 

“Yeah.” You breathe out. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, threading your fingers through his black hair. It calms you a bit. 

“Want you to start.” You say as you look away, the intensity of his gaze overwhelming you. 

Suguru chuckles and places a kiss to the side of your lips before drawing his hips back. 

“Anything for you.” 

He slides back in slowly and you moan at the feeling. Your walls hug him tightly as he pulls out again, moving ever so faster as he feels you warm up beneath him. It didn’t hurt anymore, all you could feel was white hot desire flow through you. Suguru’s eyes are watching your expressions as he fucks you, in awe at the way your face pinches up in pleasure each time he bottoms out inside of you. 

The veins on his shaft press into your pussy, making you clench around him. Once you do, his brows furrow and he lets out a heavy breath. You wanted to hear him groan again, like the sounds he let out when he was eating you out. There’s no pain on your face as he speeds up, his hips pulling back to snap into you again. You weren’t sure you had ever felt so full before. 

You moan as he thrusts into you, letting yourself tug on his hair. His slips inside you easily at the mix of your cum and his saliva, his cock picking up speed as he pushes into you. 

The proximity of his face makes you dizzy, your body feeling shaky underneath his gaze. You were starting to understand what Satoru meant when he said Suguru was smothering. You press your lips against his and let his tongue slide against yours. You moan against his mouth until he pulls away, sitting up. You’re sad that he’s further away, but you’re quickly met with how much deeper he can get at this angle. 

“F-fu…” you groan as he slides himself all the way inside you once more. 

Suguru holds your waist as he fucks you, his cock pushing against your gspot each time he bottoms out. It was hard to breathe. Your pussy holds onto him tightly as if you didn’t want him to pull out, which you really didn't. His face is focused as he stares down at your pussy, his lips parted as he watches his cock slide out only to be sucked in once more. 

“You feel so fucking good.” He murmurs, a groan slipping out as he raises a thumb up to press against your clit. 

Your legs try to snap together in response but his body stops you. Suguru rubs your clit, his cock nudging into you at a much faster pace. Your eyes roll back in your head as he fucks you, his cock making you breathless. 

You want him to rub your clit faster, but you're not even sure you can handle it. He angles his hips to push against your gspot even more, making you groan out. It felt like you were in heaven, you had never felt so good before. 

Suguru slides his thumb against your clit faster, smirking to himself once you clench against him. He lets out a quiet moan at how tight you were, feeling dizzy at the way you wrapped around him. 

He rubs against you while fucking you, forcing his eyes to stay open to watch your face. Drools seeping past your lips as he pushes into you, his cock filling you to the brim. You aren't sure how much longer you’re going to last. You already felt sensitive from your previous orgasm, and his thumb was only working you closer to the edge. His cock is fast and unforgiving as he fucks you, leaving you no time to recover. 

“I'm close,” you moan, looking down at how he thrusts into you. 

“Can tell, you keep,” Suguru groans as you clench around him again. He pants as he fucks into you. “Doing that.” 

He speeds his thumb up and fucks into you faster once you clench around him again.

“Suguru,” you moan, reaching up to dig your nails into his arms. “Suguru!” 

“Just like that, baby, just like that.” 

You twitch underneath him as you groan, cumming on his cock. Suguru moans in reaction to the way your pussy grips onto him. He fucks you through it, his hips losing rhythm as he feels himself get closer. 

Your eyes lose focus as they look up to him, your mouth hanging open as he continues to use your body. There’s a light sheen of sweat covering his chest, his head thrown back as he softly groans. 

“Where?” He asks, voice sounding slightly strangled. 

“Inside, inside.” You assure, moaning with him. 

“F-fuck.” He murmurs. 

Suguru’s hips stop as he starts to cum. It shoots inside you, whiteness leaking from your body. It feels warm as it fills you up, sliding down your pussy. Suguru stops and looks down at your core, pulling his cock out slowly. He watches his cum push from your needy hole before he snaps out of it, looking up towards you. 

“Where’s your towels?” He asks, intent on taking care of you. 

“You can just grab something from the hamper.” You grumble, feeling exhaustion start to seep into you. 

Suguru hops up and digs in your hamper to find a discarded shirt, carefully sliding it between you to wipe up his cum. Your body spasms underneath him, still sensitive. 

“There.” He says, tossing the shirt back into the hamper. 

Suguru lightly runs his hands up your sides, making you shudder. He leans down to press a kiss against your lips, and you find yourself disappointed once it ends. 

“You did so good, baby.” He coos, grinning at your sleepy smile. 

Suguru lays down beside you, eyes fluttering as you situate yourself next to him. You wrap your arm around him, and nuzzle against his chest. His touch is light as he strums your back, letting the silence fall over you both. 

You didn't need to speak, you didn't have anything to say. You just wanted to enjoy the presence of him before he had to go. 

“When do you have to leave?” You ask, your arms subconsciously tightening around him like that would stop him from going. 

You look towards your bedside table where your clock sits. 10:30 pm. 

“Whenever you kick me out.” Suguru says, a hint of teasing in his voice. 

“I'm serious.” You nudge him and laugh. 

“So am I.” 

You think for a moment. Honestly, you were expecting him to leave soon. You were used to Satoru constantly being busy. 

“Can you stay the night?” You ask, scared he might turn you down. 

Suguru wasn’t rude, but you were afraid nonetheless. 

“Of course.” Suguru kisses the top of your head. 

Your eyes flutter closed as you grin, focusing on the electricity between your bodies as you drift off to sleep. 

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“Hey, try and hold still.”

“I am!” TK insists.

He isn’t -- the excited energy wafting off of TK so clearly, Carlos wouldn’t be surprised if fireworks exploded from his skin. The buzz of him comes close the the morning of their wedding, which should insult him but instead doesn’t fail to completely cook up the fondness stored in his heart for TK’s joy. 

Carlos’ heart jumps but he rolls his eyes at his husband and catches his chin between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. With the other, he tries to apply one more silver rhinestone onto TK’s cheekbone. It rolls off as TK’s cheek lifts alongside his mouth.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna see her tonight!” TK gushes, his nose scrunched up now too.

Carlos hums and tries to apply the stone again. 

“You’re gonna have to brush off your CPR skills because I might have a heart attack when she comes on stage.”

“Don’t joke about that,” Carlos mumbles as the rhinestone finally sticks into place. He jaw clenches when he notices that it’s the tiniest bit out of line from the other ones. “Or maybe don’t talk at all while I’m doing this or it will never turn out well.”

TK twists his chin out of the loose grip and catches Carlos’ hand. “Babe, I’m sure it looks great.”

“It’s not like the picture you showed me,” Carlos admits and sighs, heart sinking.

“Breathe, baby.” TK’s thumb swiping over the back of Carlos’ hand. “We’re not striving for perfection here. We’re getting ready for a fun concert, not the Met Gala.”

“But you’ve been waiting for a year for this. I want everything to work out exactly as you planned it.”

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Yay! You’re talking requests! I love your writing and I really hope you like this idea!

Okay, mutual pining, idiots in love, friends to lovers

Reader is a hot alt chick and has been friends with Eddie for a while. He’s had so many chances to make a move, but he never did despite all the mutual bonding and heart eyes

Reader can’t be led on anymore and has to get over him. So, she relents and goes out with Billy since he keeps asking

*chaos ensues*

Eddie and Billy confrontation?

Eddie spills his guts?

Of course, take what elements you want and leave the rest. These are just ideas and don’t all need to be used. I trust you to craft a good story, even if you only pick one element

Thank you so much! And it's definitely a fun idea :)

I got your other message about smut with Dom Eddie so I'll give it my best shot. I'm new to Dom Eddie so sorry if he sucks

⚠️angst at first then smut

Not proofread

Y/N and Eddie, the name just fit together. They looked great together. They were alternative, matching t-shirts and ripped jeans. Black boots with matching colored laces. The left shoe is blue for Eddie, the right is red for her. No matter where they went, those laces never changed colors.

The two were side by side no matter what. His arm was thrown over her shoulder and her body tucked into his side. Anyone who saw them knew they were in love.

But yet, they weren't together, just friends.

Friends who were in love but weren't good at communicating it.

She made it clear that she was down badly for Eddie Munson, straight to his face. Always touching him in places a friend isn't supposed to touch. Staring deep in his eyes when her foot trailed up his leg. Quite literally scared of any girl that looked in his direction.

But he didn't pick up on anything

Until new years

~~

She wasn't drunk at all, she was stone cold sober because she had a plan for tonight and she wanted to remember it. She was going to kiss her best friend. If he was too dumb to pick up any of her hints, she'll shove it down his throat instead.

She was searching for the whole party as the countdown started. Anxiety in her that she was going to miss this chance.

"slow down sweetheart"

She rolled her eyes as Billy Hargrove blocked her pathway. A smirk on his pretty lips and devious in his blue eyes

"Billy not now!"

She rushed past him.

Billy Hargrove has been after her for months. But she always said no, she wanted Eddie and she wasn't going to miss her chance. Billy didn't quite take no as an answer. Always pestering and asking.

She finally found him, sipping on a red solo cup as his eyes scanned the crowd

3

She raced quicker to him, pushing back everyone in her way

2

"EDDIE!" she screamed, grabbing his attention fast as he smiled. Laughing as she threw girls over left and right

"what's up pretty girl?"

1

She didn't respond. Smashing her lips on to his with everything she had. Throwing her body into him harshly, feeling his drink drop to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Moaning as he yanked her closer. Her hands got lost in his hair. His mouth tasted of cheap beer and cigarettes but she loved it.

He pulled away first, eyes blown huge as he looked down at her.

Her lipstick was smudged, no doubt all over him.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" he yelled, screaming over the music

"NEW YEARS" she yelled back, a proud smile on her face. Kissing him again like she couldn't get enough.

If that didn't show him then she doesn't know what will

~~

Apparently it STILL wasn't enough to show him she liked him

The next morning she felt happier than ever. She got dressed for the winter cold fast, the gang were going ice skating today. The thought of holding Eddie's hand as they raced on the ice had her heart racing. Imagine him in a cute beanie with a red nose. Complaining about how stupid it is to be skating on actual ice in negative degree weather.

She pulled up to the rink excitedly, a bounce in her step as she reached the group.

Her eyes fell on Eddie first, then to the hand he was holding. It was like all get excitement vanished.

"um who is this?" She asked awkwardly. She had her tongue down his throat less than 24 hours ago and he brought a girl to their ice skating hangout.

"I'm Lia!" The girl said excitedly, high pitched voice rang through the rink

Everyone's body flinched at the sound but kept a smile on their face to be polite.

"let's get you some skates!" Nancy said, grabbing Lia and the gang with her. Leaving Y/N and Eddie alone.

"Eddie what the fuck!" She scoffed, eyes glaring at his face. She hated that he wore the stupid hat and the fact that his nose was red

"what?"

"you bring a girl on a date? When did you even meet her?"

"at the party. Look we hooked up and she wouldn't leave! She heard Dustin talk about ice skating and basically got in my van. I didn't know what to do" he explained. Flinching as he heard her loud giggle

"you slept with her?" Now that hurts Y/N way more than just getting plain rejected. She was pissed and it was clear on her face

"yeah? What's with the attitude?" He scoffed, shaking his head like he was disappointed and embarrassed by her behavior

" you are such an asshole" she practically spat in his face

"woah! Hey I didn't do shit" he defended

The one flaw about these two, they were both hard headed. Easily refusing to ever be wrong.

"are you kidding me? I kiss you and you brought another girl home?"

"yeah we kissed. It was new years. I didn't think it was a big deal. Not like it meant anything" he defended his actions. Eyes searching her face for what emotion she was feeling

And she felt her heart snap. The way he said it so carefree, like to him it was just a stupid kiss.

Her silence shook him to his core. Stepping closer as he let out a shaky breath

"it didn't mean anything right?" His voice cracked in nerves. If that kiss meant something to her he fucked up. He easily just hurt his only best friends feelings.

"yeah, you're right. Just new years" she spat, knocking into his shoulder roughly as she went to grab her skates.

"oh fuck" he sighed to himself. He fucked up and he fucked up bad. Of course the kiss meant something to him but he was scared she only did it for the sake of the holiday. Or that she was so drunk she didn't know what she was doing. When he left with Lia she was chatting it up with a boy on the basketball team. He figured she was planning to leave with someone else so he should do the same.

"wait!" He said fast. Turning around to run after her when he saw Billy Hargrove walk up to her. Jealousy burning in his skin as she giggled and smiled.

~~

"Okay Max made me come but I have never once skated. Can you please help me?" He practically begged

"is Billy Hargrove admitting he is bad at something?" She gasped, laughing as he glared over at her

"it's not funny. I can't make a fool of myself in front of this gorgeous girl so you need to help me" he winked, stepping closer to her.

At this point she usually brushes him off. Ignoring his advances because of Eddie.

But Eddie didn't seem to like her

She was just a friend to him

And a boy like Billy Hargrove can make her forget

~~

Eddie glared as he watched Y/N hold Billy's hand as they skated on the ice.

It may have been negatives out but he felt hot to the touch.

He wanted to punch the smile right off of Billy's lips

Kick him in the balls so he wouldn't get any ideas

"sorry dude. But he really likes her and that never happens. He won't give up" Max sighed as she stopped next to Eddie, leaning on the edge as she took a breather.

"well he should. Not like she's ever been interested" Eddie growled. His arms crossed over his chest as he watched them skate closer and closer

"after the big fuck up you just did, he definitely has a shot" Max laughed, smacking Eddie on the shoulder as she staked to join the couple.

Eddie watched as Billy spun Y/N around on the ice. Max laughing as she spun around too.

For once Y/N's eyes never landed on Eddie.

~~

It didn't get much better for Eddie.

Billy officially asked her on a date and she said yes.

Eddie hated that the date went well. She talked about it for days. Billy was romantic and completely took her breath away.

And Eddie hated it.

He hated watching her in her tiny dress, smiling in the mirror as she sprayed on her perfume.

Anger and jealousy forming in his stomach when she smeared the perfume on her ankles

"slutting it up tonight are we?" He growled out

She rolled her eyes and set down her perfume bottle

Ignoring him as she went to put on her boots

"no tights? You are going to give him the wrong idea!" Eddie spat out

She ignored him again, standing up as she checked herself in the mirror

"don't ignore me"

She shivered as he growled behind her, right on her ear. His hot body was practically smashed into her back.

"you want him to fuck you or something?" Eddie mocked.

She could see how pissed off he was in the mirror. Smirking at him, "jealous Eddie?"

She turned around to face him. Her own face stone cold of any expression

"no. I just don't think you need to be a whore and sleep with him on the second date"

"that's too bad. Because honestly I've been dripping ever since new years" she spat, shoving his shoulder as she walked to her bed, going to grab her jacket when she felt Eddie force her on the sheets

Growling as he laid on top of her. His knee shoved between her thighs

Air got caught in her throat as she tried to ignore the pulsing in her cunt.

"for him or me baby?" He teased, a dark smirk on his face as his hand slowly worked up her dress. Teasing her body over the thin material

"fuck you" she spat, she wanted to shove him off but one wrong move and her clit would be pressing against his knee. Making her even more weak.

"oh pretty girl. You will and you're going to like it" he growled, sitting up, his knee still in between her thighs

He yanked off his shirt, smirking as her eyes traced over his skin.

He leaned over her body, mouth close to her ear as he kissed her neck. Wet and sloppy kisses all over her throat, moving down to her collar bones

"Eddie" she moaned. Her hands wanted to dig into his hair but she needed some self control

He smirked at her moans, yanking down the top of her dress, growling as her tits spilled out

He bit down on the skin, swirling his tongue around her nipples. Leaving blotchy hickies everywhere. His hands groped them as he moved his knee further up, easily hitting her clit

"Fuck" she whined. Her head thrown back as he pressed against her clit harder. Hands still working on her tits

"you like that don't you? Pretty tits baby" he groaned, kissing the skin before pulling away

She didn't even know she was doing it at first. Her hips rocking against his knee as she pleased herself. Moaning as his rough jeans rubbed her just right.

"riding my knee baby?" He mocked. Loving how her body was moving against his

He laughed as she stopped. Eyes closing as she covered her face

"don't be embarrassed. It's so fucking hot. Ride my knee baby, make yourself cum" he growled his hands ripping hers away.

She looked at him and nodded. Watery eyes as she began to move her hips again

Moaning loudly as he moved his knee with her

He could die happily listening to her needy and pitchy moans. So submissive just like he thought she would be.

"not so tough now are you baby? You are pissed at me, hate me but yet rubbing your pretty pussy on my knee. Desperate to cum"

She whined at his teasing. Hating the way it made her body hotter and hips move faster. Closing her eyes as she desperately moved against him

"just shut up" she moaned, lifting up her dress as she moved herself faster on his knee.

He clicked his tongue with a shake of his head. Ripping his knee away from her thighs

"WAIT NO" she cried. Eyes flying open as she watched him stand up

"bad girls with bad mouths don't get to cum when they want" he hissed. Unbuckling his jeans as she breathed hard

A pout on her lips as she shivered under his heated glare

She moaned as he removed his boxers, his cock was hard and already dripping with precum.

He didn't say a word, just yanking off her dress and tearing off her panties. She moaned at his roughness as he threw her clothes around her room.

Taking a step back to look at her naked body. Slowly pumping himself as he stared at every piece of her skin

"stop staring" she whined. Going to cover herself when he threw her arms over her head, holding them in a rough grip

His voice was deep and hard as he spoke to her. His eyes are full of lust and desire. She's never seen his eyes so black and dark before

"don't you even think about hiding from me. So fucking gorgeous"

She moaned as he teased his cock over her clit. Moving himself between her lips but never once entering her. Loving the way she squirmed, her hands still being held by his harsh grip

"you want this?" He asked softly, the old Eddie appearing back in his eyes. She was dripping from the fact he was so ready to ruin her but could switch back in seconds

"yes fuck me Eddie. Please" she whined, her head thrown back as he slapped his hard cock against her clit. Her thighs twitching and trapping him between her

Then he switched back

His eyes dark as he shoved himself inside of her. Fully and stuffing her completely

"EDDIE GOD" she screamed. He released her grip, allowing her nails to scratch down his back as she tried to get used to feeling him inside of her

He gave her a few seconds to adjust. Just slowly moving his hips, using every bit of self control to not completely ruin her

"shh. You can take it" he whispered in her ear, slowly pulling out and shoving himself back in. She screamed as he picked up his pace. Roughly fucking her. Loving the way she clenched around him.

Her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she tried to grip onto his skin

Hissing as her nails continued to break his skin open but he loved it

He was moaning as he lost himself inside of her

She was wet, warm and tight. Everything he pretended his hand was when he touched himself

Always thinking about this exact moment

"SHIT...FUCK" she was screaming as he somehow went faster

His hands gripped her head board as he thrusted himself in and out of her. As hard as he can. Loving the way his balls slapped against her ass. The sound of their bodies smacking into each other. The sound of her bed creaking as he fucked out all of his anger and jealousy.

"bet he couldn't fuck you like this" Eddie growled as he grabbed her legs, throwing them over his shoulders

Inhaling the perfume she smeared earlier

Smirking as fucked her harder

"he doesn't have a good enough cock like I do. He wouldn't know how to make you fucking scream" he growled as he smashed his body on hers. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders as he pounded into her. Moaning as his naked chest was rubbing against her nipples.

She was a screaming, blabbering mess. No real words leaving her mouth

"fucked stupid now aren't you?" He mocked, his hand gripping around her throat

She whined even louder. One of her hands holding on the one that was choking her

"you don't know how long I've thought about this pussy. How many girls I fucked imagining you" he growled as he got himself closer. She was too tight, she was clenching him too good

"mhhm yeah?" She choked out. A small smirk on her face. She was taking all of it and she loved it. She loved him thinking of her, loved that no matter where she was, she was in his head

"yeah baby. Even say your name when I cum. They get so pissed"

"oh fuck" she moaned. The thought alone had her close

"you like that? Huh? Knowing I scream your name when I bust my load into other girls? You jealous slut" he released the grip on her neck

Moving between their bodies as he rubbed her clit

"YES RIGHT THERE" she screamed. Her legs unhooking from his shoulders as they shook

Her body thrashing as she moved her hips with his

"you are a jealous asshole" she teased. Yanking his hair as she dug her teeth in his neck

"yeah I am. No one gets to fuck this pussy but me. Mine now right?"

The way he was staring into her eyes had her clenching. Gasping as she felt her orgasm a blink away

"say it or you don't get to cum" he stopped his fingers completely. Just resting them on her clit, no pressure added

"NO KEEP GOING PLEASE" she cried, feeling his hips also still inside of her

"say this pussy is mine and you get to cum"

"Eddie please"

"say it baby"

"please fuck"

"say it"

"MY PUSSY IS YOURS. IT'S YOURS. ALL YOURS"

He smirked as he rubbed her faster, fucking her hard

"IM CUMMING" she screamed. Her arms reached over his shoulders. Clinging on him as she came. Soaking his cock completely in her cum. Her thighs shaking against the bed as she screamed in his ear. Holding on to him as hard as she could. Otherwise she felt she might disappear into the mattress

"good girl. Keep cumming. I got you. Make a mess on my cock. Come on"

She shuttered as he rubbed her clit through her orgasm

His cock still pumping inside of her as he chased his own orgasm

"fuck" he moaned, going to pull out but she gripped his ass

Shoving him inside of her

"cum in me please" she whined

Eddie's eyes rolled in the back of his head

"want me to cum in you? Huh? Have both our cum inside your pussy?"

"yes Eddie fuck. Cum for me. Cum in me. Fill me up" he moaned at her words

Few last thrusts and his body was shaking. His thrusts got sloppy as he shuttered against her body. Moaning as he felt his balls tighten and his load shooting inside of her

"fuck I love you" he groaned into her wet skin

"I love you too" she gasped, feeling his hot load fill her

He collapsed on her

Both breathing heavy as he slowly slipped out

Watching as their mix cum began to spill out

His quickly scooped it up and shoved it back in

She whined and tried to push his hand away from her sensitive cunt

"no more" she said breathlessly

"I know baby. Just got to keep it on you" softly fingering it back into her

They laid there for a few seconds to catch their breath, under the covers

"what time is the date?" Eddie asked as he looked over her naked body to check the clock

"there isn't one" she smirked, rolling on top of him

"are you shitting me? You brought me here to watch you get ready for a fake date?" He laughed

"how else was I gonna get you to fuck me" she teased, kissing his lips softly. Finally tasting him again. Allowing herself to fall into this kiss. Every emotion and everything she wanted to say

He kissed her back just as hard. Wrapping his arms around her naked body. Tongue slipping into her mouth as she grinded on his soft cock

"don't do that" he gasped, gripping her hips to stop her

"I'm not done with you Eddie" she smirked

Slowly disappearing under the covers

Eddie definitely got the hint now

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It Would've Been Fun, If You Would've Been The One.

requested off this prompt list, i changed it up some to flow better with the story, but same idea. (i am on my period and off an edible but i fucking cried writing this. sometimes we have to leave things behind and it's hard and fucking sucks.)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: angst/SAD

Summary: you love peter, he doesn't love you, he loves his girlfriend.

Word Count: 3k

Women support women. 

Unless that woman is Katie Klournox, then women do not support all women. 

Her head is thrown back while she laughs, it’s a delicate laugh. It’s a laugh you could overhear at the booth next to you in the restaurant and smile at. There was something so innocent in the sound, a twinkle of real joy, it was utterly contagious. 

At least it has to be, because Peter seems like he’s thinking the exact same thing while he looks over her. Proud of how he’s made her laugh, her hand grips at his bicep, painted, ringed hands clutched his jacket. She leans into him, her joy takes over the space. 

You nearly choke on it. 

Peter can’t contain it, cuteness overload, how did he get so lucky? He pressed a kiss to her temple, “Wasn’t that funny, was it?” You followed her hand with your eyes as they rested on his chest, she leaned up, his lips followed, he placed another on her cheek. 

Katie’s flush matched Peter’s lip color. 

“I have never laughed so much in my life, I swear.” 

Peter wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her in, he rolls his eyes at her remark. “One of these days I’m gonna get a massive ego and you’re going to wonder where it came from.” Katie poked his side, he giggled. “Never, if you get a massive ego on me I’m gonna be the proudest girlfriend ever.” 

The title stung every time you heard it. 

Peter moves to pull at her waist, you can’t help but watch and dare to imagine if it was you. He pulls her in slowly, you watch each second scared to blink, you didn’t dare miss it. His lips rested on hers, she fluttered her eyes shut, you watched as they both smiled for a moment before pulling away. 

It’s been ten minutes and they haven’t acknowledged your existence, you can’t remember why you opted out of Flash’s offer for lunch. 

You assume you’re a masochist, nothing like self torture. 

Peter whispers something and she slaps his chest, you watch her carefully. She’s happy, and so is Peter. 

You can’t decide if you hate her because you want to be her, or because she was braver than you were. 

Peter could’ve been yours, he was yours. You had him and lost him, best friends from the start, and instead of coming clean you watched as another girl scooped him up and you couldn’t even hate her for it. 

You hated how good she was for Peter. 

It made you sick how good Peter was for her. 

It’s been fifteen minutes, they’re lost in their own language and smiles. You’re not even hungry, you stand and no one says a word. 

As you calmly walk away a part of you wonders that if even for a second, did either of them notice you sitting there? Either answer is just as unsettling. 

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Saturdays are for the boys. 

That was the joke, anyway. It was actually you and Peter hanging out but it’s been a while, at first you were able to ignore the fact he was dating Katie, you could just pretend that wasn’t real and dream about mutual pining like it was before he met Katie. But then Katie started coming too, an invite from Peter each week started to leave a sour taste in your mouth. 

It was your day. 

You had Saturdays, she had the rest. 

It was the one day you could pretend that this was an alternate universe where she never existed, but now she had to watch someone kiss Peter in the kitchen, and on the couch, and that one fucking time you caught them in his room, the time where his shirt was off and hands on her bra, the first time you ever felt a piece of your heart die. 

You tested the waters a few weeks ago, a simple text. 

‘Can’t make it tonight.’

He read it, he just never replied. You assume he meant to but got interrupted by his girlfriend calling, or texting, or sitting on his lap. 

Peter never asked about it either, you stopped going after that. 

He hasn’t mentioned it. 

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You were a woman of routine. 

Peter always stopped by your locker in the morning, until he didn’t show up one day. He didn’t say anything about it either, like the thought never crossed his mind, you weren’t the priority, Katie was. 

Sometimes you wonder if you hadn’t encouraged him what could’ve happened. You just remembered how excited he was, the pure joy burned into his face when he was hit on, when he was asked on a date. 

They shared a computer science class, she was two people down on his right, one day she stopped him after class and asked if he wanted to go out with her. He was so ecstatic, the hot girl in his class asked him out. 

You couldn’t help yourself, he was too happy. He wanted this and you told him to go for it, she was able to get there first. It was a race you didn’t know you were competing in, and you couldn’t match the energy. There was no point in discouraging him because you couldn’t build any yourself. 

But you told him to do it, and now he has a girlfriend and his girlfriend actually genuinely loves him. You bring yourself back and can’t help but wonder if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? 

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It’s been a month of no contact with Peter. 

Was a part of it you not wanting to see them be miserably happy? Yes. 

Was it also part of Peter not trying to keep you in his life either? Yes. 

You thought it would be harder, and it was at first. But then the realization came. 

You had no one to blame but yourself, you couldn’t be mad at Katie for doing what you couldn’t and you couldn’t blame Peter for going after it, and you sure couldn’t blame either of them for being a happy couple. 

You could blame yourself for being scared, you could blame yourself for being bitter, you could blame yourself for hoping it crashes and burns so Peter has no other option but to come crawling back. 

Alone in your room you realized all of the blame fell entirely on you, and you had no one to share it with. 

If it weren’t for class you would forget the way his voice sounded, sometimes you wish it could forget the way he says Katie’s name, like it’s his favorite word. You nod and hum while pretending to listen, you don’t care to learn more about her than you have too, you’re scared you’ll like her too much. You count back in your head when the last time either of you have had a real conversation, you feel sick when you can’t remember. You shake your head and blink when Peter snaps his fingers in front of your eyes. 

He laughs, “Are you even listening?” 

You blink blankly, “Honestly? No.” 

Peter’s shoulders slump, “Oh.” 

You feel bad. You’re sick with self pity but still want him to feel better. 

Love is a sick monster. 

“I’m sorry, Pete. I’m just out of it today, say it again?” 

You smile at how his eyes light up, it dies when he begins to speak. 

“Ok! So Katie was telling me-” 

You look at him and nod, instead you’re thinking about wanting to lie and bed and never get out of it again. 

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You should miss Peter more but you don’t. 

You miss how it used to be with Peter, how Peter used to be with you but how it is now there was no point to miss him. 

If you were to hangout with him the conversation or attention always falls back on Katie, and the part that sucks the most is you can’t blame him at all. Because if he was yours you would only wish he’d act the same. 

Is it wrong of you to dodge Peter? Maybe, but you also didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with him much anymore. 

That’s why you’ve been ignoring his calls. 

You watch his contact photo appear, you count the vibrations and watch as the screen falls black. It’s lit with his face again, after the third round you finally pick up. 

“Hello?” 

“You’re hard to get a hold of, you know that?” 

Funny he says that, he hasn’t called or texted first in over a month. 

“I’ve been busy, what do you need?” 

Straight to the point, on Peter’s end he furrows his brows. You know he’s not calling to chat. 

“Can you come over? I need you for something.” 

It shouldn’t make your heart race but it does, he’s choosing you over her for once. Unless she’s busy, but you refuse to think about that, he’s choosing you, you’re sure of it. 

“Now?” 

“Yeah. Please.” 

He did choose you over her. 

But only because it involved something she didn’t know about. 

You’ve never heard silence quite this loud before, his bathroom is so empty of sound the reminisce drops of his earlier shower echo on the tile of his shower. You hold his skin taught as you pull the needle and thread through, you hear him hiss and can’t help the sadist in you as you tug tighter. 

He’s called you over to help patch him up. Not because he chose you but because you were his closest means of service, you had a tugging suspicion he knows you’ll do anything for him and he’s using that to his advantage right now. 

Normally you’d ask him what happened and tell him he needs to be more careful, this time you didn’t even say hello. You saw what he wanted immediately, what was understood didn’t need to be explained. 

Peter can’t stand the silence, he breaks it. 

“I know it’s late, were you doing anything?” 

The question makes something ache in you. It’s Saturday, it was your day once upon a time, doesn’t he remember? You never replaced the day, instead you sat at home and did something for yourself, a new hobby or even setting the day away to hang out on social media, projecting yourself into other people’s life. 

“No.” You counted four more stitches, then you could leave. 

“I would’ve called Kate, It’s just, you know.” He lets out a dry laugh. 

You settle your movements for a moment, he admitted what you knew but didn’t want to entirely admit. He asked you not because he wanted you, not because you’ve done this a million times before, not because you’re his best friend, not because he missed you. 

But because you weren’t her. 

You stay silent until you’re done. You’re calculated in your movements, you pull your gloves off, wrap the needle in them and toss them. Normally you’d wipe it off and patch it, he can do it himself. You stand calmly and walk around him. 

He waits until you’re in his room, he notices you gathering your things to leave, he stops you confusingly. 

“Thanks, by the way.” 

You nod. 

“Wanna stay? We can hang out if you want, Kates coming over at nine but-” 

There’s no need to let him finish what he considers an offer. 

“No, I’m just gonna head home.” 

He pauses, he can’t recall when there’s been this much tension before. He thinks before trying again. 

“You can get some pizza if you want, I haven’t ate yet today and Kate-” 

You squeeze your eyes and breathe deeply through your nose. You shoot the words out, venomously and quickly, almost amazed you have to spell them out for him. 

“I don’t think we should be friends anymore, Peter.” 

He looks down. 

He plays with his fingers. 

He breathes slowly. 

He blinks with tears in his eyes. 

He whimpers the words quietly, you have to search to hear them. 

“I know.” 

You bite at your cheek and nod. 

You know he knows now, he’s let you slip away and you know it. It was a mutual break up, you just didn’t know until now. 

“You know?” 

He knows what you’re referring to, he sighs and sits on the side of his bed. They say break ups are bad, imagine losing your best friend because you don’t love her how she wants. 

“Yeah.” 

You cross your arms, you look towards the door and imagine bolting. You can’t afford to lose the closure. 

“How long?” 

Peter sniffles and runs a hand through his hair, “I think after that saturday you canceled, I just had this feeling and the more I talked about Kate the more it sunk in.”

“It was hard, Peter. It was really hard. I couldn’t bear being around you, but I couldn’t bear being without you. I was watching myself lose you in real time, I just couldn’t handle it anymore.” 

The conformation hit Peter, he was right. The one time he didn’t want to be right and he was, he was holding out on one last line of hope that he had it all wrong, that this wouldn’t have to end with losing you. 

“I don’t want to be right this time, Y/N. Tell me it’s not true.” He doesn’t know how to be a friend without you. 

You smile sadly, you both have tears in your eyes. 

“I’m in love with you, Peter Parker. And you don’t love me back, there’s no other way this works.” You blink a tear down your face. 

Peter blinks out his own, his voice cracks. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

This isn’t how it should be, it should be different. But neither of you are sure who should change their mind. 

You shake your head, you give a teary smile and blink more tears away. 

“Don’t be. You loved me the best way you could and I can never forget that.” 

Peter cracks. He sobs, his chest carries broken cries. “I don’t know how to be without you.” 

You cry just as hard, “I don’t know either.” 

He wipes tears and breaths shakily. You follow suit. 

“But we’ll figure it out.” 

He nods, he has no words. He can’t offer you anything and knows it. 

“I don’t want you to think I’m ending this with resentment. I really like her, Peter, and I really wished I didn’t. It would make hating her a lot easier, and you’re good for her and she’s good for you and I get why you love her and I understand why she loves you. I just can’t watch you love someone the way I love you and know it will never be me.” 

He wants to apologize for not loving you how you want. 

“Can I have a hug before you go?” It’s all he wants, he just needs to feel safe for one last second. 

You oblique, you lean into him one last time. His skin is warm and flush, you forgot how sturdy he felt. His hands spread across your back, you close your eyes and melt into his touch. You can feel him one last time, it feels better savoring the moment. You miss every time you’ve taken his presence for granted. You wish you could replay a movie night one more time, or a bunk bed sleepover one more time. A grilled cheese and scrabble night, a night before May’s birthday, cake making night, just one more night where you were able to both forget how things are now. 

You pull away and smile at him, it’s going to get harder the longer you wait. 

Peter misses the days you both lived in delusion, always praying on hidden hope. He misses that secretive privacy with you, he wants one more with you. 

A lie you’ll both share. 

He catches you at the door, “Hey, you think maybe after some time we can get over this and go back to normal?” 

You turn and give a small smile. 

One last secret. 

“Maybe.” 

[rip-us-xoxo]

Hi! I’m new to the Shameless fandom but I’m already in love with Lip, so maybe you could write a Mauve with the quote “You know damn well why I’m here” for Lip x fem!reader it can be just fluff or angst to fluff whatever you prefer.

Also I love purple too 💜

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Purple is literally LIFE!! I hope you enjoy!

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Okay, so I rewrote this a little bit because I had another request that was very similar, so I decided to just combine them!

The request was: "Lip Gallagher and 'You know damn well why I’m here' and 'you’re my addiction'"

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Lip was your best friend, there was no denying it. You told him everything, for the most part. But there was also no denying that there was something going on between the two of you.

Like seriously, do people who are “strictly friends” make out for fun at parties? Do they have sleepovers where you both wake up practically cuddling? Everyone could see something there, you just wish one of you mustered up the courage to bring up the topic.

You sat on your couch, drinking whatever liquor your parents kept in the cabinet. They were somewhere that you didn’t care enough about to remember. So there you sat, alone, and fucking sad.

You always thought about Lip, tonight was no different. But today, he said something that really fucked with your head.

You were sitting with him out on his front porch, he was smoking, and you were soaking in the sun that was shining directly on you. More like you were getting soaked from the sun shining directly on you, actually, it was hot as balls.

You had on the shortest shorts you could find and the lightest tank top in your wardrobe. You were both just having a normal conversation— Lip was talking about his family and you talking about whatever drama was going on with your friends— everything seemed normal until you both fell silent, not knowing what to talk about.

You watched as his eyes followed a group of teenagers walking past his house. They gawked as they walked past. You weren’t phased though, they were just a bunch of horny teenage boys, nothing new. Lip decided to break the silence by opening his stupid mouth.

“Aren’t you kinda dressed like a slut?” he asked, taking his cigarette out of his mouth, and blowing out some smoke. “What the fuck?” you questioned immediately. Why would he ever say that? It was out of nowhere too.

“What?” he asked, laughing slightly, not seeing the harm in his words. “Are you kidding me? You just called me a slut, Lip!”. “Woah, sorry, princess, didn’t think you’d get offended,” he defended, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips.

“You are unbelievable,” you scoffed, on the verge of tears, while standing up. Lip watched as you walked out of the gate and toward the direction of your house.

“I didn’t fucking do anything!” he yelled at you, you just flipped him off in response.

You grunted at the memory, taking another swig of the bottle in your hand. Your goal was to get so drunk that you just forget everything. You knew that’s not how it worked exactly, but at this point, you didn’t give a shit.

About an hour later, you were almost at your goal, you could feel it. You decided to call one of your other guy friends that you’ve slept with before, truly wanting to forget about Lip, even if it was only for 4 minutes. You sat and waited, occasionally taking sips out of the vodka bottle.

You almost fell getting up when you heard a knock at the door. You groaned, half-regretting texting that guy, you weren’t really in the mood anymore.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, all of the feelings you had been pushing down suddenly coming back up. When you opened the door, you expected it to be the guy you texted, but instead, it was Lip.

If you knew it was him, you wouldn’t have answered the door and let the two guys awkwardly wait outside your door while you lay in your bed, punching your pillow.

“You know damn well why I’m here,” Lip said, his voice slightly cracking, taking you out of your thoughts. “You called me a slut Lip, I don’t think we’re on speaking terms right now,” you sniffled, beginning to close the door.

You watched as his hand stopped it from closing any further. “Come on, Y/n, let’s just talk,” he pleaded. You opened the door, wiping a tear from your cheek. You watched his reaction, interested to see how he’d react. His mouth dropped a bit, as he looked around. He looked helpless. In some twisted way, that made you feel good.

“What is there to talk about?” you asked, crossing your arms. Before he could even make a sound, you began berating him. “What? The fact that you got jealous of a couple of teenagers?!”, “I was not j-”, you continued, “So jealous that the only way you could keep your tough guy act up and not show what everyone already knows is by calling me a slut?! How fucking stup-”.

“Wait, ‘what everyone already knows?’” he questioned, genuinely confused. You laughed, drunk out of your mind, probably looking crazy, “The fact that there’s something between us! Sexual tension, love, I don’t fucking know, but there’s something there and I’m sick and tired of you ignoring that!”.

It fell silent. You waited for an answer, you had already let all of your feelings loose and it was finally time you heard his. He just stared at the ground, refusing to meet your eyes.

You laughed again and wiped tears that were still streaming out of your eyes, “I can’t believe it, you are fucking pathetic! You know what go back to smoking those fucking cigarettes you're addicted to-”. You were cut off by the feeling of lips on yours. Lip had his hands on your shoulders, kissing you deeply.

You immediately sobered up, kissing him back, your hands caressing his back. He leaned you backward kissing you even deeper before pulling away. You were left breathless with swollen lips.

“You're my addiction," he said, still face to face with you. He then pulled away, allowing you to breathe, "and I’m not pathetic,” he stated, rubbing his jaw. “No, you’re not,” you breathed out. You both smiled at each other.

“Y/n?” you heard from behind Lip. Lip recognized that voice. You guys were best friends remember?

“Go away limp dick, she’s taken,” Lip said without even looking at him. You had honestly forgotten that you texted him. You heard the guy scoff before his footsteps got lost in the sound of traffic at 11 o’clock at night.

You laughed, causing Lip to laugh too. “Can I come in?” he asked, a smirk appearing on his face. You laughed, grabbing him by the shirt, “Get in here.”.

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MASTERLIST for💜New Account Celebration!💜(CLOSED)

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Alfons Sylvatica: [Blind Love] Chapter 25

Chapter 24 Normal Story

♡———♡

If life were a fairy tale, it would be easy to become happy.

Do not listen to evil temptations.

Do not be deceived by convenient illusions.

Then a calm, ordinary, and commonplace happiness awaits.

But - isn't that boring?

Jude: 'Ey, commoner. Catch.

Kate: Huh? Wow, ... a letter?

With 2 days left until the promised 1 month later, in the morning while eating breakfast, an envelope fluttered in front of me.

The culprit who threw it sat down and opened the newspaper without any explanation.

Ellis: Yours was mixed in with Jude's letters.

Kate: Ah, I see, that's what happened.

Alfons: It's rare for Jude to deliver a mixed-up letter instead of turning it into charcoal.

Jude: Throwin' it in the fireplace or on a plate is the same.

Ellis: Who's the letter from?

Kate: Let's see ... from the postmaster.

What was written there when I opened it was -

Kate: "If you're coming back as planned after finishing your work at the palace, you're welcome back" ... that's what it says.

(Come back, huh ...)

The scent of my former daily life wafted from the envelope and letter paper, and I narrowed my eyes.

Kate: It's kind of nostalgic ... It seems like a long time ago that I was delivering mail.

Liam: Are you going back, Kate? To the post office?

Kate: Huh?

Harrison: ... That's Kate's freedom. It's not for us to say anything about it.

Liam: But, Al, you're curious, right?

Alfons: No, not really.

Alfons slowly turns his gaze towards me.

Alfons: Why don't you do what you think is fun, Kate?

Kate: - Yes, of course.

Kate: I'm going to do what I want to do.

-

Victor: Yes, yes, it's well written.

Victor: As expected of Miss Kate, the contents of the report are concrete, detailed, and perfect.

Kate: Thank you, Victor.

Victor: In the beginning, I can feel your eagerness to understand all the cursed people equally.

Victor: From the middle, it gradually turns into a research essay on the mirror curse.

Kate: ... I'm ashamed to say, there's no room for excuses ...

The report I was gradually writing, just like my mind, clearly showed how it was gradually being eroded by Alfons.

Victor: If you give it to Roger, he'll be delighted.

(... Sorry, I actually already "gave" it to him.)

I've shared excerpts from the middle and later parts of the report with Roger.

(I can't tell Victor that I leaked the report to Roger.)

I want to continue having a good relationship with Roger.

His knowledge and research are essential for what I "want to do."

---Isn't that a bribe? You can't say anything about me.

(No. This is just ... an investment in the future, an investment.)

I answer Alfons, who's stirring things up in my head, insincerely.

Victor: Tomorrow is the deadline for the promise I made with you.

Victor: For this month, as per our contract, you kept the secret and recorded their sins.

Victor: If you get through tonight - you're free.

Victor: Can you tell me? How do you intend to live from now on?

Kate: I -

Kate: As a Fairytale Keeper, I want to continue searching for a way to escape Alfons' fate.

Looking up, Victor gently narrowed his eyes.

I remember the day I first saw their eyes shining in the darkness.

I wanted to escape this place, but now I don't want to leave.

Because I found something important that I can only do here.

Victor: ... Why do want to do so?

Kate: Because I don't want to forget a single trace that he carves on me.

Kate: If he dies before me - at that time, I want to say "I will never forget you."

Kate: And if possible, I want those words to be ... not just a convenient illusion.

Kate: I want them to be reality.

The fate of the cursed is absolute.

But - I can't give up without trying.

(Besides ...)

Kate: I'm going to spend my life proving to Alfons, who surely thinks it's absolutely impossible, wrong!

Victor: ...

Kate: If the tragedy turns around, it will become the best comedy, right?

I know it's mostly a gamble.

A big gamble with my life at stake.

If I lose, despair awaits.

(But, I'll surely turn it into a comedy.)

(I won't let him become a stage device for tragedy.)

Victor: ... Escape from fate, huh. ... Yeah.

Victor: That's a wonderful goal. I feel like you can do it.

Victor: You're free. You can go anywhere and do anything.

Victor: When you feel lost, don't forget that we're on your side.

Kate: ... Yes. Thank you.

Victor: Well then, once again - welcome, Kate.

Victor: Let me welcome you to the world of darkness.

-

--On the way back from getting permission to meet the postmaster and submitting my resignation.

Harrison, who accompanied me, asked as he walked a little behind me.

Harrison: Hey ... are you really okay with this?

Kate: With what?

Harrison: I'll tell you because I know ... but Al is probably out in the night town again.

Kate: ... I know.

Even though we're lovers now, it seems Alfons' "rotten private life" continues.

Harrison: You threw away your everyday life and chose a dark path.

Harrison: Is it okay to forgive him?

Kate: ... I -

At that moment, a carriage stopped next to us.

(Wh-what ...!?)

While I was on guard, the carriage door opened ----,

Harrison: ---!

Kate: Kyaaah!?

I was pulled into the carriage by the arm that reached out.

-

(Who, what!? An enemy of the Crown!? A kidnapper!?)

Alfons: Kate, it's me, me.

Kate: Ah, Alfons!?

Before I could be surprised, the carriage starts rattling away.

Kate: Ah, I need to explain to Harrison...!

Alfons: This carriage has the Crown's exclusive exterior, so Harry will probably figure it out.

(I see...)

Realizing I was the only one panicking, I feel a bit dissatisfied and glance at Alfons next to me.

(Oh, he doesn't have that scent today...)

On the nights he goes out, he always has that cloying, twisted scent of nightlife, a symbol of his decadent lifestyle.

**flashback**

Harrison: You chose a dark path, throwing away your everyday life.

Harrison: Can you really forgive that?

**flashback over**

His words from earlier flash through my mind––

--CHOICES--

In that shady room?

Were you out drinking?

Were you giving illusions somewhere?

---------------

Kate: Were you giving illusions somewhere?

Alfons: Well, yes, something like that.

His nonchalant profile makes me push down the frustration in my throat.

As I'm caught in a swirl of conflicting feelings, wanting to question him more but also afraid to touch the subject,

Alfons: ...Does it not bother you?

A straightforward question comes flying from Alfons.

Kate: Well... it would be a lie to say it doesn't bother me at all.

But I can't bring myself to blame him.

(It's not that I'm afraid of being seen as troublesome.)

(Because, I...)

Kate: ...It's because you do those things that I fell for you.

Kate: Whether you're giving illusions in the slums, providing an escape in the back of a tavern,

Kate: Or something else... I don't know,

Kate: But I know there's a kind of pain there that makes you want to offer an escape.

Alfons: ...

(Even without looking, I can see Alfons' dumbfounded expression.)

But it can't be helped.

Kate: It's fine! Ah... but at least...

Kate: Heartfelt kisses, sincere "I love you"s, those kinds of things... please keep them for me alone.

Alfons: ...

Alfons: Then––is it okay for me to do this kind of thing with other people too?

Kate: ...?

Alphonse's palm smoothly slid around my waist as I sat beside him.

Pulled closer, unable to escape, I surrendered to his touch. His hand crawled up my leg, causing my body to jump in surprise.

Alfons: Don't you hate it when I touch anyone other than you?

The hand that was messing up my skirt went from my back to my chest, playing with my clothes.

As I tried to hold back the voice that was about to leak out, he gently bit my ear.

Kate: Hahh, uhh...

Alfons: Hey, Kate.

Alfons: How far would you let me go?

Kate: Ah, ah...

His fingertip nearly entered my underwear, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I raised a white flag.

Kate: ...N-no...

Kate: Of course I don't want that...

Alfons: Hehe, you've finally become honest.

Even though I tried to be an understanding girlfriend, he pulled out my true feelings and made me tear up.

He looked at me like that and gave a troubled smile.

Alfons: I'm afraid I can't stop going out at night. It's my hobby, my pleasure, and my life's work.

Kate: I... I know...

Alfons: Going out drinking, showing illusions... but

Alfons: I want to try to love you properly, so

Alfons: I won't do that with anyone other than you... no kissing, no caressing, no sex.

(I want to believe it but......)

Kate: ... ... It's definitely a lie... ...

Kate: So that I won't suffer again, so that I won't be sad again, that's how you––

Alfons: Ah ha! So that you won't suffer? No way! I don't have that intention at all.

Alfons: ––You're happy, right?

Alfons: I'm yours alone. I only do pleasant things with you.

Kate: ……?

Whether it's "true" or "not true."

Like a coin that keeps spinning, the result is unknown.

Alfons: Even with these words that are unclear whether they are lies or truth, they are engraved in the depths of your heart.

Alfons: You'll surely remember them every time I go out at night.

As if under a spell, Alfons' words are engraved in my head.

Alfons: You might tail me again to see if it's true, right?

Alfons: If you find out it's true, it will be engraved even deeper.

Alfons: That way, you can keep thinking about me forever and ever.

His words enter me.

It's surely another wicked spell that will take root and cause mischief.

Alfons: I don't make love to you properly to make you feel at ease.

Alfons: It's to dig my claws deep into your heart and leave a scar that won't disappear.

Kate: ... ... Uuu... ...

Unable to endure it any longer, tears finally spilled out.

Alfons wiped away the tears with a smile, as if comforting a child.

Alfons: Ah ha, are you scared?

Kate: No...!

Kate: These are... ... tears of joy.

Alfons, who tried to disappear without leaving a trace, is trying to leave deep claw marks.

Because that is the undeniable proof of his love.

Kate: I'm crying... ... because I'm happy.

Alfons: ... ... Then cry more.

His wicked hands touch me, not to test my true feelings this time, but to love me.

Kate: ... ... In a carriage like this... ...

Alfons: You said that before, too.

Alfons: That time, I didn't finish it...

Alfons: ––Today, please make me feel good too.

A sweet and dangerous temptation is poured into my ear.

Even without being shown an illusion, I already...

––I can't resist this voice.

-

We made love in the cramped carriage, unable to even muffle our voices, and drifted off to sleep—

Kate: Hmm...

Alfons: ...Ah, you're finally awake?

As I woke up, Alfons' voice gently fell upon my eyelids.

Alfons: How was it? Was my thigh comfortable to sleep on?

Kate: ...It was...very nice...

Alfons: That's good to hear.

He chuckled and his fingertips gently stroked my hair.

As I slowly sat up, I noticed my blouse was crumpled and falling off.

I hurriedly picked it up to cover myself, but Alfons laughed again, saying, "There's no need to hide now."

Outside, the sky was tinged with pale pink, and the carriage seemed to be parked in front of the Crown Castle entrance.

There was no sign of the coachman.

Alfons, with his back to the window, was faintly outlined by the light, as if the morning sun was blessing him or the darkness was reluctant to let him go.

He was so beautiful that I held my breath and stared, and our eyes gently met.

Alfons: Hey, Kate.

Alfons: I secretly heard what you "want to do"...

(Huh...?)

"I want to keep searching for a way to escape Alfons' fate."

I wonder what he thought of me telling Victor that.

Alfons: Honestly, I thought it was foolish.

Alfons: It's called "fate" because it can't be escaped.

Alfons sighed softly and then smiled serenely.

Alfons: But—I quite like that overly serious side of you.

Kate: ...Don't say "quite," say you like it "a lot."

Alfons: ...

(What...?)

He fell unusually silent at my retort, then gently took my hand.

(Alfons...?)

His gesture was unusually respectful, so I was surprised and lost for words.

Alfons: ...I'm not good with straightforward words of love.

Alfons: I've said "I love you" and "I like you" too many times without meaning it.

Alfons: The moment I say it, it feels like a lie.

Alfons: So—please forgive me with this.

His lips gently touched the back of my hand, like a sacred vow.

Alfons, with his eyes downcast, had a very sincere expression.

If there was such a thing as a true love's kiss in this world, I think this kiss would be it.

Alfons: I will make you supremely happy...and someday, I will make you despair.

There's no guarantee that fate can be changed.

So, for him, this is a love that will lead me to tragedy.

But—.

Kate: ...I will be made supremely happy.

Kate: But I won't despair.

Alfons: ...Honestly.

Alfons: As long as you're laughing in the end, I feel like any tragedy can turn into a comedy.

Kate: Heh, leave it to me.

You can make fun of me all you want.

So, Alfons, please keep smiling happily.

Kate: I'll turn your life, my life, everything into a comedy.

Alfons: Yes, yes.

Alfons: Let's have as much fun as we can, shall we?

-

Mirror, mirror, don't show me convenient dreams.

Even if reality is full of sadness...

Tell me your truth.

Carve it into my heart, my body.

Because I will never let this love become an illusion.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Blind Love: Epilogue

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[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Sleep Little Angel, Sleep

Pairings: Castiel x Winchester!teen!reader

Imagine: you can’t sleep but Castiel is there to help

Warnings: angst?, sleep deprivation, mention of depression, mention of possession by a demon (not really), I think there’s one mention of the f-word, idk what else, mention of y/n if that’s a warning I have no clue if I’m honest

A/N just a short comfort fic for all you sleep deprived supernatural fans out there *cough* me *cough*, writing this actually helped me sleep so + to that I guess, bc this is kinda how it have been for me lately except I don’t have a Castiel to help me sleep. Which is why I haven’t posted/written anything in a while :) anyway hope you guys like it bc idk really and I hope you all have a good sleep tonight <3

As usual I put it down as teen reader but the reader can be older and Cas might be a bit OOC

You layed in bed, staring up at the ceiling, but at the same time nothing in particular. The sound of silence filled your ears and the occasional cars that drove past outside the window was a refreshing sound. Your tired eyes dropped but you couldn’t in any way sleep. It was for some unknown reason impossible.

For once your head was empty of thoughts. Nothing ran through your head. You didn’t have the constant race between hundreds of thoughts competing to be heard the most. Everything was silent.

The other people in the bunker were quiet, not even a sound from your brothers was heard, and they often stayed up longer than you did. It was too quiet. The cars only came one by one each hour or so in the unhealthy times of the night.

Sometimes you thought you were possessed by some demon making you feel this way, but you were pretty sure a demon possessing you would be more fun than the boredom of the night was giving you.

The tiredness that went through your whole body did nothing to help. You were exhausted, but still you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. It wasn’t intentional, you’d tried to sleep many times, but nothing seemed to ever work. So instead you continued to stare up at your sealing, there wasn’t much else to do at this time anyway.

It took another three hours, before you completely gave up. Turning on your side you checked the watch. Two in the morning. You didn’t entirely know how you could function by now, you hadn’t slept in three days, except for the one nap you accidentally took in the car while Dean drove to the store to pick up some pie if you remembered correctly. But that was days ago, maybe it had been more than three days ago, you didn’t quite know. The only thing you knew was that you were bored to death, sleep deprived and probably in one of your depressive episodes. But you could never be sure about the depression, it always lingered around the corner waiting to strike you down.

You wanted to go up and maybe take a night snack but it would wake your brothers up and you knew it wouldn’t help either. So you stayed in your laying position, still staring at the apparently interesting sealing. You noticed some new shapes that you swore hadn’t been there before, but maybe you notice more things the more you watch something. It was like when you watched a movie for the hundredth time and noticed something new. Except it would be more exciting to watch a movie than your sealing.

A few hours later, or maybe it was just a few minutes a flapping of wings was heard. Your eyes were still unmovable from tracing every dent and dusted corners of your sealing. It was most probably an angel who’d appeared in your room, and you couldn’t care less of who, if you were honest, maybe you could get an excuse to get up and do something exciting. However it turned out to be your favorite angel.

“Y/N, you need to sleep” Castiel’s voice rang out making you look at him, it was strange to hear something break the silence. Your irritated eyes were a bit glossy from not sleeping and Castiel noticed that the dark bags under your eyes were more prominent than ever. He and your brothers knew of your problem with sleeping but it seemed you never tried to get help from them, or to even get some of those sleeping pills. You’d always shrug it off saying you were fine, that you weren’t tired, or for those occasional days you told them you were tired they’d make sure you slept in the car, but those rarely happened anymore. Castiel had sensed your tiredness, and when he’d have to save you from a vampire he knew he needed to help you, but you had shut him out. The angel didn’t want to force you to sleep but if that was what it took to make sure you were sleeping and taking care of yourself he would.

“I know Cas, I just, I can’t” you paused before your voice cracked a bit at your next words “I’m so fucking tired Cas, I, I don’t know what to do”

Castiel walked closer to your bed until he was right next to it. A bit uncharacteristically of him he bent down and tilted his head while he took in your appearance from a closer view. “Let me help you” his blue eyes stared into yours and you closed your eyes for a second, which caused a new wave of tiredness to crash through you.

“Will you stay here” why you asked you weren’t quite sure, but you did anyway and got a nod from your favorite angel. You knew what he meant by helping you. You’d seen him do it to Dean a lot of times, but you had never brought yourself to ask Cas to do it on you. It felt strange and wrong, but at the moment you didn’t care, you were too exhausted. Sleep would be your only release and nothing in you seemed to be willing to give it to you. Maybe that’s why you wanted him to stay, so that he could protect you when you were in a deep sleep that you wouldn’t wake up from in a while. So that he could wake you if anything went wrong.

“I will stay, I promise, I’ll be right beside you when you wake up” with that you gave him a nod and he gently put two of his fingers on your forehead. It didn’t take long for sleep to take over you. Exhaustion and tiredness took over your whole being in one sweep and your eyes closed. You could finally get your release from the life you lived. You could finally rest for a while, You would for once not be exhausted when you woke up.

However before you fell asleep you heard Castiel softly murmur in a whisper “Sleep little angel for nothing will come your way tonight, sleep and dream of sweet dreams”

True to his word Castiel stayed by your side, he made sure no nightmares came your way, and you slept peacefully for the first time in a while. You slept for the first time in a while, and Cas woved he wouldn’t let it go further than this again. He would protect his baby angel if it so was the last thing he did, and to make sure you slept was only one part of it.

[icarusignite]

So i have a weird reaquest heheh i just read you finan x reader where they die instead of osferth and the final sentence being about them meeting in heaven SO i got this idea about like in the next life maybe like a modern AU they meet by accident in our time like idk the boys go to a bar or something after a day of work and she is there and Finan just feels like they know each other and something and massive fluff!!!

Thank you<3333

A/N: Heyyoo, I love love loved this request, so cute. Hope you like this fic. I had alot of fun writing the "in another world" vibes lol. This is my first time writing modern AU so apologies if it's abit nonsensey.

Word Count: 2.5K

Pairing: Finan x Fem! Reader (no use of y/n), Modern AU

AO3

In this labyrinth of time, our souls entwined

The bar hummed with an energetic atmosphere, vibrant and alive. Warm, dimmed lights cast a golden glow across the space, illuminating the polished wooden surfaces and richly upholstered seating. The air was filled with the mingling scents of aged whiskey, fragrant hops, and delectable cuisine, creating an inviting aroma that embraced the four men who had just entered.

The sounds of conversation, laughter, and clinking glasses merged harmoniously, creating a symphony of human connection. Patrons leaned against the sleek bar, engaged in animated discussions, their voices rising and falling like waves crashing on a distant shore. Bartenders, skilled and swift, expertly crafted cocktails, their movements a well-practiced dance behind the counter. The clatter of shakers, the clinking of ice, and the pop of corks added a rhythmic backdrop to the bustling scene. There was also the occasional burst of applause that erupted from a corner where groups engaged in friendly games of darts or pool. The walls were adorned with eclectic artwork, vintage posters, and memorabilia, and the music, carefully curated to suit the mood, resonated throughout the room. 

As for Finan, Osferth, Uhtred, and Sihtric, they navigated their way through the bustling crowd, exchanging nods and friendly greetings with familiar faces along the way. Their destination was a cozy booth nestled against the far wall, worn leather seats beckoning like old friends. The table, scarred with marks of countless conversations and camaraderie, stood as a testament to the memories made within its embrace and the friends settled into their respective spots, each claiming their corner of comfort. 

"Now, Osferth," Finan teased, nudging his friend playfully. "Remember, moderation is key tonight. We don't want a repeat of last time, do we?"

"Hey, that was not my fault!" Osferth retorted. "Sihtric was the one who made that stupid wager."

"Well, whatever it was, your girlfriend wasn't too happy about having to drag your drunk ass back home when we called her," Sihtric smirked.

Uhtred rolled his eyes, "How'd someone like you even get a girlfriend Osferth?"

"You're just jealous that our boy here is in an actually stable relationship. Maybe you should learn a lesson or two from him?" Finan threw an arm around the blushing younger boy. 

"What, and deny the ladies all this?" Uhtred spread his arms wide and gestured to himself, making the table erupt in snickers. 

Osferth's face reddened slightly as he chuckled, his eyes flickering with embarrassment, "I'll make sure I don't lose it today. I don't really wanna bother her."

"Awww, he's in loooove," everyone cooed together, making Osferth blush harder.

"Can we-uh-can we just order, please!"

Uhtred raised his hand and summoned one of the waitresses over. She was a confident-looking woman, and when she caught sight of the boys, her eyes sparkled with familiarity and warmth. 

"Evening, gentlemen. What can I get for you today?" she grinned. "Will it just be the usual?"

Uhtred raised a hand to his heart, "Oh you flatter us Amelia, you know us so well."

"It's only right that I remember the order of my best tippers," she winked.

"I supposed it does help that we come in here every Friday night and order the exact same thing?" Sihtric raised an eyebrow playfully.

"I suppose. So yes, the usual then?"

"Thanks, Amelia, you're a doll," Uhtred smiled widely and leaned conspiratorially toward her. "And by the way-"

"Nuh-uh, don't try that with me," Amelia tapped her pen against her notepad. "Cassie from last week was here earlier and she did not look happy."

"Hmm, I wonder what that was about."

"Uhtred..." she warned, equal parts amused and annoyed.

"Oh c'mon, it's not my fault she got attached. It was a one-night kind of thing."

"Uhtred, Uhtred, Uhtred."

"Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, your disappointment in me stings."

Amelia rolled her eyes, "Good. You should learn from Osferth here. Now this is a true gentleman."

She ruffled his hair affectionately, making Uhtred groan.

"I'll send someone over with the food and drinks boys. Have a good time!"

As she walked away, Uhtred leaned back in his seat, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips, "Did you see the way she looked at me? No woman can resist my charm."

Finan chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Uhtred, your ego knows no bounds. She's definitely not into you!"

"Hey, but she could!"

Sihtric sniggered, "Leave it to Uhtred to flirt with every pretty face he comes across."

"And besides, there's no way she'd be into you when you go around breaking the hearts of every woman in her establishment," Osferth chimed in.

Just then, their drinks arrived, and Uhtred was saved from responding. He took his glass absentmindedly from the news server, eyes still lingering on the woman who had retreated behind the counter and was now currently issuing orders. 

The four friends were just raising their glasses, toasting to the adventures they had shared and those yet to come, when there was a sudden hush in the atmosphere. The boys turned their eyes toward the commotion along with everyone else in the room. 

A drunken man, fueled by liquid courage, had crossed the line of decency, attempting to grope a young woman who had been enjoying her drink in solitude at the bar. The atmosphere crackled with a mix of anger and concern, a collective discomfort rippling through the patrons. The woman's discomfort was palpable, her eyes darting around for help as she swallowed nervously. Uhtred stood, accompanied by his friends, ready to step in immediately, but then a figure burst through the crowd.

You were fierce and unyielding as you emerged, eyes flashing with defiance. Your voice boomed with a fiery determination as you confronted the perpetrator. 

"Get your fucking hands off her before I cut them off!"

The drunken man, taken aback by the unexpected confrontation, slurred a profanity-laden response "Mind your own business. The whore was asking for it."

The victim, your friend whom you had left unattended for a moment while you went to the washroom, shuddered at his words and it made your blood boil. You stood your ground with unwavering resolve, managing to stare down your nose at him despite being almost several inches shorter. 

"And you know what you're asking for, you pig? A fucking beating?"

The drunk man snarled and the entire bar waited with bated breath. Finan watched you curiously. He had never seen you in his entire life, he knew that much for sure, and yet there was something about you that seemed so familiar. Something about the steely determination in your glare and the way your voice echoed without strain. He found himself worrying for your safety just then, and he told himself that it was just very human of him to be wishing for the safety of a fellow patron of the bar.

"Oh yeah, and who'd gonna give me the beating? A pathetic thing like you?"

The drunkard lunged toward you, his intentions clear. But he had gravely underestimated your strength and resolve. In a swift movement, you dodged his attack, your smaller stature and sober mind giving you the advantage of speed and better coordination. Your fist connected with his jaw in a powerful counterstrike. There was a satisfying crunch and he crumpled with a howl. The sound reverberated through the room, silencing it for a split second before the eruption of applause and cheers.

"Alright, the show's over, get that fucking clown out of my bar!" Amelia finally arrived at the scene with security and everyone watched them throw the man out, returning the familiar buzz of conversation to the environment. 

The aftermath of the confrontation still hung in the air as Finan, Osferth, Uhtred, and Sihtric returned to their booth, feeling quite impressed at your bravery. However, there was something else lingering in the air—Finan's undeniable fascination with you. 

As they settled back into their seats, Osferth's eyes twinkled mischievously, "Finan, my friend, it seems your attention was captured by more than just the excitement of the moment."

Uhtred chuckled, leaning back with a knowing grin, "Indeed, it appears our fearless Finan has met his match. A strong-willed woman who can throw a punch? I totally see the appeal."

Finan's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "No, no, it's not that. I feel like-I feel like I know her."

"You seen her before?" Sihtric raised an eyebrow.

"A one-night-"

"No! Nothing like that!"

Uhtred raised his hands placatingly, "Alright, alright. Shall I ask Amelia then? Maybe she's a regular here?"

"Maybe, I don't know."

"Just go talk to her Finan," Sihtric sighed in exasperation. 

"What if she thinks I'm a creep or something?"

"Oh I think she's more than capable enough to handle creeps don't you think?"

"Hey! I don't wanna be handled like a creep!" Finan exclaimed indignantly.

"Well then, you better be on your most gentlemanly behaviour dude," Osferth clapped a hand on his shoulder.

With the resounding support of his friends, Finan steeled his nerves and rose from the booth once more. He crossed the bar, weaving through the mingling crowds until he reached your side. You were still comforting your friend in hushed whispers when she nudged you to turn your attention to the newcomer.

Finan wore an easy confident smile as he leaned against the bar, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You know," he began, his voice filled with playful charm, "I could swear we've crossed paths before. Perhaps in a previous life?"

You snorted, "Oh wow. That was-"

"Charming?"

"Oh, is that your go-to line?" you raised your eyebrow unimpressed. 

"Well, it hasn't failed me yet. But I must admit, it doesn't seem to be working splendidly in this instance," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well, consider my curiosity piqued, charming stranger."

"Finan, at your service," he extended his hand which you took in a firm handshake.

The moment your palms met, a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations cascaded through his being, and Finan felt a jolt of familiarity as if the tapestry of time had woven your destinies together long before your paths had crossed here in this bar. Time itself seemed to stutter, as though a forgotten melody had suddenly resurfaced, stirring memories buried deep within him and his heartbeat quickened. He knew you, he could swear it. Within that ephemeral moment, the boundaries of space blurred, and the present moment fused seamlessly with echoes of the past and the whispers of the future. The sensation transcended the confines of the physical world, creating a bridge that spanned eons, traversing the realms of memory and eternity. Finan then pulled away, feeling quite foolish. No girl had ever made him feel this way before but surely it was foolish to be drawn this way to a stranger he had just met. He looked up at you, trying to deduce whether or not you felt a similar connection, or if this familiarity was something on his part alone. 

Your eyes were warm as you smiled at him, but there was no recognition in them. That was all well enough, he supposed. The stressful week must be getting to him. This was the first time he'd seen you because there was no way he'd ever forget someone like you if you had made his acquaintance in the past. 

"So, will I get to know your name, or are you determined to stay an enigma?"

Your smile grew wider as you introduced yourself. 

"That was quite a punch back there," Finan eyed your bruised knuckles in concern. "I must say, I'm impressed."

You laughed, the sound echoing through his ears pleasantly. 

"Flattery will get you far, Finan. But tell me, do these lines usually work for you?"

Finan leaned in, his tone conspiratorial, "I'd say they've got about a 50/50 success rate. Though I must confess, it's never been quite as genuine as it is with you."

"Well, you certainly have a way with words. Perhaps, just this once, I'll let you get away with it."

"Wow, in that case, would you let me buy you a drink?"

"Hmm, I'd like that. Thank you."

Finan flagged down the bartender, ordering your preferred drink. Then, with a worried glint in his eyes, he added, "And may we also have some ice for her bruised knuckles, if you don't mind."

The bartender returned, placing your drinks on the bar along with a small bowl of ice. Finan took a few napkins and wrapped a few pieces of ice in them, reaching out to brush his fingers gently across yours.

"May I?"

You nodded hesitantly, and he pressed the cool relief to your knuckles, making you sigh. 

You smiled, "Thank you. It's not often I find someone who pays such attention to the little things."

After that, the conversation seemed easy, your words flowing effortlessly like a dance. The bar's ambient sounds faded into the background, leaving you wrapped in a cocoon of shared laughter and connection. You didn't even notice your friend slip away from your side, leaving you two alone at the counter. 

Finan's friends observed the scene from their booth, their eyes fixated on their smitten companion. Uhtred leaned in, his voice filled with mischief. "Well, well, it seems Finan has truly met his match."

Osferth nodded, a warm smile on his face as he watched the two of you laugh and engage in witty banter, "He's found someone who can match his wit I guess. It's entertaining for sure."

"How long before he works up the nerve to ask her out?" Sihtric chimed in.

"If he hasn't already," Uhtred pointed out.

"Nah, I don't think he's done it yet. He seems different this time."

"Oh you think you're the expert now Osferth," Sihtric nudged him with his elbow.

"Well, I am the one with the long-term relationship, so yeah, I guess that makes me the expert. We can't very well call Uhtred the expert now can we?"

Back at the bar, you and Finan had continued to share stories, your laughter intertwined with glimmers of vulnerability and shared interests. Finan leaned closer, his voice uttering your name sincerely.

"You know, there's something about you that is so truly captivating. I find myself drawn to your spirit, and I can't help but want to know more."

"My spirit huh? Damn, you definitely have a way with words. So what is it that you want to know, Finan?"

"Everything. I want to know your dreams, your passions, and the adventures that have made you the person you are. I want to know everything about you!"

"Oh."

"If you'll let me of course," he amended quickly, not wanting to scare you off.

Your cheeks flushed a deep red, "I assure you my life has been very ordinary so far, but perhaps you shall hear about it another time."

Finan reached out, gently taking your hand in his, "I eagerly await that time. Until then, may I have the honour of taking you out for dinner?"

"Oh," your eyes widened. "Well...okay yeah, I'd like that. I'd like that very much, Finan."

Your voice tugged at his heart. The cadence of your voice, the melody of your laughter, and the animated movements of your hands, as you talked, resonated deep within him, stirring emotions that defied explanation. The sense of déjà vu enveloped him, painting the air with shades of nostalgia and anticipation. he tried his best to recall the origin of this profound connection, but they slipped through his fingers like whispers in the wind. 

His heart called your name, even though it had just learned the shape of it today and your souls, separated by the veil of existence, recognized each other anyways.

[thebroccolination]

So, I had a tiny epiphany tonight.

I have divorced parents with diametrically opposed approaches to maintaining relationships with their children. My father is self-absorbed, manipulative, and insecure to the degree that even though he's intelligent, funny, and interesting, all three of his adult children believe our lives are better without him. My mother, on the other hand, has never been on the outs with any of us.

I didn't want to travel back to the States for the holidays this year, because 1) it's expensive, and 2) it's always, always emotionally exhausting in some way. I was fully prepared to spend it alone or with friends, but my mother came to Ireland to spend Christmas and New Year's with me.

Then I broke my foot. But that's another story.

Anyway, tonight we were having dinner, and I showed her the newly revised pitch for the book I'm writing. She doesn't dislike fantasy, but she's more of a romance gal, so my whole motivation in showing her was more of a, "Look, Mommy, I made a drawing for the fridge," kind of thing rather than a, "Here is a book you would choose and then tell your friends about," thing.

And as casual as can be, the way she has done since I was a child, she supported me.

She said she can feel it, that this upcoming year will be the year Big Things happen, and she said, "You're gonna write the movie screenplay for your book, and I'm gonna come to the premiere."

She's always been like this.

Once, when I was in high school, I was lying on my back near her desk and I said, "Remember that short story I wrote in first grade about the wolf who eats the hunter?"

She said, "I certainly do," and opened her desk's bottom drawer, took out a manila folder, and handed the looseleaf papers to me.

I've always felt humbled by her belief in me. Possibly because my father seems to see all of his children as extensions of himself, so his emotional support is forever conditional. Hers is just…always there. Unfailing, unquestioning.

And I've apologized to my mother over and over throughout the years for not succeeding more. For not making more of the support she's given me. She always seems so confused by my guilt.

Then I realized, maybe for the first time, that her love and support aren't only not conditional, they're just…easy for her. She isn't trying to be supportive. It isn't work or effort for her to believe in her children and to tell us.

Tonight, she rattled off a stream of compliments, confident in my future in a way that I've never felt, and for once, I wasn't focused on myself, but on her. And rather than apologize to her yet again, or internally punish myself for getting praise that I don't feel like I deserve, I actually absorbed it.

I'm in my mid-thirties now, and I'm still finding all the ways my father wore down my heartstrings and tangled my brainstem. And who knows, maybe some of this insecurity didn't come from him. Life is complicated, and it can be too easy to blame everything on a bad parent.

The epiphany I had is that even when I'm complimenting my mother for not being like my father, I'm still centering him instead of her.

And that's why I want to focus more actively and more often on the good my mother has done for me. Because her words have shaped some of my favorite things about myself.

When I was four, I stood up to some classmates when they made fun of a friend for crying, and when I told my mother about it later, she said offhandedly but proudly, "You have such a strong sense of justice," and so protecting others became one of my core values. Very literally in that moment. I'd never thought of myself as someone who could protect anyone until she said it was so.

She has built the scaffolding of my life in so many ways, and I'm going to appreciate that more.

And tell her that I'm proud of her, too.

[bqstqnbruin]

See You Again

I'm actually posting a fic for the first time in seven months aka the first fic I've finished in seven months peace love teaching

anyway, I wrote this for the lovely @wyattjohnston's summer fic exchange! I got to write for @selfindulgentpoorlywritten but I've never written for Nico before, so I hope you like this (I was fully inspired by my own mess of a life)

Edit since I’m a dumbass thank you to @kat-hearts for reading this first and being amazing ily 😭

One of the characters, Nat is nonbinary, and I did my best to make the reader gender netural, which I haven't done before on either account, so I hope I did it justice (if something is glaringly wrong, please let me know!)

Warnings: I was mean with the ending? A little? Also, some swearing, drinking, almost physical fighting

Word Count: almost 2.8k

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“When was the last time you saw him?”

You tried to shift through your memory to figure that out. In person, the last time was sometime in the first week of December about two years ago. Thinking about him, which thankfully didn’t count, would involve you giving a much more recent answer, way more recent than you would really like to admit. “I don’t remember.” 

“Well,” your roommate Nat says, looking down at their phone. “I have bad news.”

“Fucking hell,” you moan, tilting your head to hit the back of the seat of the Uber. You knew what they were going to say before the words even started to come out of their mouth.

“Nico is going to be there tonight. With all the guys.” You let out another groan, the Uber driver giving you a scowl through the rearview mirror. “I’m sorry! Jack didn’t know he was coming, or he would have told us way before we got ready.” 

You stare out the window, trying to think of all the ways that you could get out of this situation. You already paid for the Uber and didn’t want to pay for another one. You weren’t about to go somewhere by yourself, especially since the bar you were heading towards wasn’t within a reasonable walking distance if you were to go somewhere by yourself, and no way was Nat going to leave with you without Jack, and Jack, of course, wasn't going to leave without his teammates. 

“We can go back right now and I’ll tell Jack to have fun with his team instead,” Nat tells you as if they could read your mind. They put their hand over yours, trying to give you any sense of calm that was setting into your panic. “We do not have to be around Nico.” 

“What kind of person tells someone they like them but not enough to date them?” you mutter, knowing you and Nat have had this conversation many times on your kitchen floor, drunk and crying together at 2 in the morning. They had introduced you to Nico one night after a game when the team went out to celebrate. They had been dating Jack for about a year at that point, meeting him through his brother at Michigan and reconnecting when they both realized they were going to be in New Jersey together. Quinn had used the reasoning of, “he won’t know anyone in the state,” only for everyone to realize later that he knew Jack had been smitten with Nat since they met. If only you had been so lucky. 

You had known of Nico, obviously. How could you not? He was the captain of the Devils, the team you grew up surrounded by, the number one draft pick in the sport your roommate never shut up about. He covered your social media feeds without you really wanting them to and everyone you knew talked about what a great game he had the night before. You couldn’t escape the idea of him, no matter where you went. 

When you met him that night a few years back, there was something about him in person that you were drawn to. He had been just an idea to you, not someone you could think about as being real. You spent that entire night with him, your friends either wandering off or you too enthralled with Nico to notice that they were there. Nat and Jack were heading back to your place before last call, and you were left knowing that you had to see Nico again.  

He asked if he could kiss you, making you melt as his hand gently snaked its way to your cheek, pulling you close when you said yes and covering your mouth with his. You waited for his text the next day, anxiously checking your phone until he finally did after 3 pm. From then on, you told each other everything, texting each other whenever you could, him calling you and heading over to your apartment whenever he didn’t have an obligation to the team. You fell hard for him and you had believed that he felt the same about you. 

“The kind of person who doesn’t know what they have until it’s gone,” Nat tells you, trying to pep you up. “Hey, we can find you a guy that is just as hot as Nico tonight.” 

“I’m gonna move to Ireland and isolate myself with the spuds.”

“Act like you can be away from me for that long,” they tease, earning a laugh from you. “I’m serious, though. Tell me what you want to do, or who you want to do, and Jack and I will make it happen.”

You didn’t want someone just as hot as Nico, you wanted Nico. You hated the fact that there was more than one time that you had pulled up his messages on your phone, part of you unable to delete that conversation thread even though you knew it would be the healthy thing to do. But you weren’t known amongst your friends for doing what was best for your mental wellbeing, so you kept them, going back through the conversations you had in the four months you were seeing him. The last text was what haunted you the most, him telling you that he was going to be back in Switzerland for the summer and that he ‘didn’t want you tied down to one person’ while he was gone.

He said he would text you when he was back. 

He never did. 

There were multiple times when you wanted to text him, but you never did, either. 

“Yeah,” you manage to choke out. “Let’s do it.” 

You spend the rest of the ride in silence, trying to think of where in the bar you would be able to hide from Nico so that he wouldn’t see you. The guys were already inside, Jack telling Nat about 10 minutes ago that they went to start drinking as fast as they could. 

The bar was somehow muggy inside, as if the beer itself hung in the air rather than the sweat of the nearly one hundred drunk people that were crowding every square inch of the floor. Jack was easy to spot for Nat, his five foot eleven frame not the largest of his teammates, but still distinct enough that your roommate had left your side within seconds of entering to be with their partner. 

So much for finding you someone tonight. 

You tried to stay away from him, closer to Nat and Jack as best as you could, but they kept wandering off from you. The last thing you wanted to do was go with them when they were both on their way to drunk and have a history of doing slightly illegal things in the bathrooms at bars. 

You had to find someone to talk to. Any person who looked interesting. Any other guy on the team who you were friends with, but that was really only Jack, and that was really only because he’s dating Nat. Your phone was your only comfort, finding a table that had been pushed up against the wall and hoping that there was something you could doom scroll on that would distract you from looking towards Nico. 

He had the right to do what he wanted at the bar with his teammates. You weren’t together. 

“You ok?” you hear during a lull in the music, pulling you away from your phone for a moment. You didn’t know who was standing in front of you, one of the newer guys from the trade deadline that Nat definitely hadn’t introduced you to. He was waiting for you to respond, looking like he had wanted to sit down with you.

“Yeah, just, not a big ‘going out’ person.”

He lets out a nervous laugh, a smile that sends a jolt through your system that you hadn’t felt in a while. Since Nico, if you were really willing to be honest with yourself. “Me neither, honestly. I’m just here because I didn’t have anything else to do.” 

“I got dragged here with my roommate so they can be with their boyfriend,” you tell him, gesturing to Nat and Jack trying their best to sneak out of the bathroom, Jack’s shirt buttoned wrong, both of their previously neatly styled hair in a mess that you only saw after hearing them the night before. 

“So that’s the infamous Nat,” he says, taking the seat beside you. You nod as he continues, “Jack never shuts up about them. Not that Jack shuts up about anything or anyone, ever, but especially not Nat.” 

“I always knew he was a good one,” you tell him, introducing yourself so he knew you as more than just, ‘his teammate's partner’s roommate.’

“I’m Timo.” 

You spent the rest of the night bouncing between the table and the bar with Timo, him buying you every drink you wanted. There was something about him that was different, but you couldn’t focus all of your attention on him. 

He was talking about his time in San Jose while you were waiting for your next round of drinks. You couldn’t focus on a word he was saying, Nico within your line of sight talking to a girl. A really attractive girl, you might add. You felt your heart drop, feeling a lump in your throat forming faster than you could lie to yourself about that scene having no effect on you. Naturally, Nico would talk to other people. You hadn’t talked to him in two years, let alone seen him in person. Just because you couldn’t get over him, no matter how hard you tried, that didn’t mean he didn’t get over you.

“And then I got traded here, and I love it, so far,” you tune back into Timo, who is suddenly much closer than you remember. It’s just because the bar is loud, people are starting to crowd for drinks, and, fuck, you have to admit, he’s pretty hot. 

Nico was still watching. 

Timo took your hand, leading you off to the table where you were before, the drinks in your hand probably not ones that you needed to begin with. His free hand snaked its way to your waist, pulling you close to him. You could feel your heart racing faster with every inch he got closer to you. You wanted him to kiss you. 

You thought you did. 

“I’m sorry,” you pull away right as his lips were about to meet yours, tears starting to form in your eyes, leaving the drink he bought you in his hands as you ran from him. Your breath catches in your throat while you try to find Nat and Jack, just praying that they weren’t back in the bathroom or too intoxicated in general to help out. 

You heard Timo calling after you, somehow, through the volume of the music and your own drunkenness, breaking through and getting to you. You didn’t want Timo calling your name, you wanted it to be Nico. 

You needed it to be Nico. 

“Hey, hey,” you hear, feeling a familiar hand gently place itself on your arm. You turn around, Nico’s face a mixture of concern and fury. “What did he do?” 

“He, he,” you stammer, the tears falling faster the more you looked at him, every memory you had with him suddenly rushing back into your mind. “He didn’t do anything. You did.”

You yank your arm from him, trying to find anywhere to be in the building that didn’t have one of Nico’s teammates looking at you causing a scene. You knew he was following you, calling your name again and again over the music. People were starting to stare, but no part of you cared, trying harder to not let the tears that were burning your eyes fall down your cheeks. 

Nat and Jack were nowhere to be seen, the rest of Nico’s teammates trying to figure out what was going on when you burst through the front door of the bar, the cold fall air hitting your face as soon as you did. You let out a sob, trying to steady yourself against the wall of the building, sliding down to the ground while people waiting to get in tried to figure out if they should help you or if you were just another drunk person having some sort of meltdown that was none of their business. 

“Hey,” you hear, a soft voice coming from above you. “I’m so sorry if I did something wrong.” Timo slid down next to you. “I read the situation wrong, I thought you were also into me.”

“I am, I just,” you start, trying to think of what to say. 

“Hey, what the fuck did you do?” Nico yells, pulling Timo off the ground. “What did he do to make you cry?”

“Nico, stop,” you let out, Timo looking both confused and terrified by his new captain’s hand on his shirt collar. “He didn’t do anything.”

“What the fuck did I miss?” Timo asked, slowly trying to back away from Nico staring you down. 

“Why can you talk to other people and I can’t?” you ask him, feeling your sadness turn into anger. “You had no issue not talking to me for the last two years.” 

“I’m gonna go,” Timo lets out, barely loud enough for the two of you to hear and sneaking away before you could notice. 

“You didn’t want to talk to me,” Nico counters, taking a step towards you. “But you wanted to talk to TImo instead?”

“Where the fuck did you get that idea?” 

“You never texted me. You’ve spent the entire night avoiding me. You think I didn’t see you when you were by yourself on your phone?” 

“You were in Sweden. And you could have come up to me and talked to me, what was stopping you? Oh, that’s right, your new girlfriend.”

“Switzerland. And she’s not my girlfriend. I haven’t seen anyone in ages.”

“Wherever you were, you weren’t here,” you tell him, your back against the wall. How long had it been since he had last seen someone? There was no way you had been the last person he was with. “You told me you didn’t want to be tied down while you were back home. You didn’t even want to talk to me, because if you did, you would have.” 

“You’re joking,” he scoffs. “You think I didn’t want to talk to you? Every fucking day I have thought about how our conversations would go when I saw you after you get home from work. I would think about you telling me about your day, about everything you would tell Nat, or whoever you were seeing at the time. Every single person I saw in the last two years, I wanted them to be you.” 

You didn’t know what to say, letting Nico’s words sink in. “Then why didn’t you text me when you came back from Switzerland?” 

Nico took in a deep breath, closing his eyes and tilting his head up to the sky. “Because I thought there was no way someone else wouldn’t have realized how amazing you are. There was no way I could be someone who you thought was worth waiting for.” 

Nico takes a step towards you, his hand gently taking yours. This was a moment you had been thinking about since he left for Switzerland two years ago. You knew he was going to kiss you, having you pinned against the wall of the building. His free hand cupped your cheek.

“There you guys are!” Nat interrupts, them and Jack clearly having just finished up doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. Nico steps away from you, clearing his throat, the red in his cheeks so noticeable there was no way even your roommate wouldn’t comment on it later.  “We’ve been looking for you, for um.”

“Long enough,” Jack finishes their sentence, a stupid smile covering his face. You knew he was lying, but no part of your brain was letting you focus on that. Nico leaned against the building, his arm up over your head. “The uber’s almost here. Are you ready to go?”

No. “Yes.” 

The three of you leave Nico standing there by himself, Nat and Jack falling asleep in the Uber as soon as it gets on the highway. 

You check your phone for the first time in a while, a lone notification popping up on your phone that hadn’t been there in almost two years. 

‘Nico, iMessage.’ 

[thevelria]

You know I hate, when you lie to me

Warning: +18!! heavy smut, name calling, choking, going rough.

Wordcount:2027

Author's note: I've been fighting with the urge for a few days now to write a smutty smut with Gojo. Enjoy~

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The night was heavy, full of alcohol and heat. The dance floor was crowded and you felt out of your mind. Your body moved to the rhythm without you even noticing. Even if at first you wanted to stay home and tried to find an acceptable excuse to pass, at that very moment you felt relieved you finally gave in and said yes. The girls enjoyed the night as much as you did. It’s been a long time since you went out with them, always finding something else to do. But tonight…it was way different. 

Cocktail after cocktail disappeared down your throat and you started to feel more confident, more hyped, sexier. As you were standing at the bar waiting for the bartender to hand you your next drink you felt a gaze on your body. But as one of your favorite songs popped you forgot about the feeling, grabbing your drink and raising it to the air, moving to the beats, heading back to the dance floor. 

Taking huge sips from the sweet liquid you felt dizzy, but you didn’t care. Keep moving your body to the song, while finishing the cocktail. Hips moving left and right, your dress crawling higher and higher, flashing your thighs. You closed your eyes, smiling widely, when you felt a familiar touch on your waist from behind.

-I thought you weren’t coming tonight -you said, turning around, facing Satoru.

-I changed my mind -he shrugged, moving his huge palm on your waist, following your movements.

You clicked your tongue as an answer, which made him a bit uneasy. He truly thought you would be happy to see him, but seeing you actually didn’t care started to boil his blood. 

Rihanna's Only girl echoed through the club and you lost your mind. Staring into his incredibly blue eyes, singing the lyrics directly to him.

I want you to love me

Like I'm a hot ride 

Be thinking of me 

Doing what you like

So, boy, forget about the world

'Cause it's gon' be me and you tonight 

I wanna make you beg for it

Then I'ma make you swallow your pride

A smirk crawled slowly up on your face seeing him getting the hint.

-Be cautious what you wish for baby -he closed the gap between you two, pulling you into his chest. His husky voice sent shivers down your spine. 

Gojo was a drug you couldn’t stay away from. A dirty secret you should have avoided instead you kept letting yourself sink in. He wasn’t your boyfriend, he wasn’t anything official, but you knew as well as he did that you belonged to him. Only him. It was physical and animalistic. The feelings he brought out from you were unnatural. 

-Oh please -you laughed devilish- you’re gonna beg for me tonight -you slid down one of your hands, slightly rubbing his cloth covered bulge.

The next thing you remembered was Gojo pressing you against the door of his hotel room. The way you got there? Who cared…

-So desperate -you smirked at him, seeing the lust in his eyes.

-Shut up -he growled, licking your neck.

A slight hiss left your lips as he bit your skin, leaving marks on you. 

-You really thought you could show up at a club in a dress like this? Dancing the way you did? -he gritted his teeth.

-Oh c’mon -you pushed him back- You really think I can’t have fun, when you are not around? -you teased him.

-No you can’t -he closed the gap, pushing himself so close to you, you felt his abs on your body-All those men were eyeing you up. I could sense the filthy thoughts in their disgusting mind.

-Jealous much? -you raised one of your eyebrows.

-Drop the act -he growled, as one of his huge palms grabbed your neck, choking you. Just the way he knew you loved -It seems I need to remind you who you belong to.

A soft moan left your lips as his fingers wandered down on your body, finding their way into your already needy part between your legs.

-Who’s desperate now? -he chuckled- Look at you, so dripping wet for me.

-Fuck -you breathed heavily as his thumb made small circles on your clit. His mesmerizing eyes never left yours, while he kept moving his finger. 

-Kneel -he commanded and you obeyed without any hesitation. Grabbing his belt, eager to free him from the unwanted clothes. 

Gojo was beautiful in every possible way, his body was perfect, muscled and well built. His face…like an angel, his silky white hair and those eyes, those charming eyes you always lost yourself in. But the thing in his pants was a beast. He knew that and he knew how much you loved it. 

-Damn…-he threw his head back the second your tongue licked the tip of him. Your hands automatically palmed him, stroking him as you took his whole length into your mouth. 

You were his drug even though he would have never admitted it. He was like a moth and you were the flame. A toxic, sick attraction he couldn’t get rid off. 

-Yeah, take me baby -he bubbled under your touch- take all of me. 

Gojo always murmured nonsense under his nose, when you bobbed him. He was amazed the way you deepthroated him without any difficulties. Saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth, working on him hard. His hands ran through your hair, keeping your head still. You knew what was about to happen and a slight smirk appeared on your face. 

A louder moan left your mouth, when he tightened his grip in your hair, starting to move his hip, fucking your mouth without mercy. Hitting the back of your throat sent shivers down his spine. He wanted more, he always wanted more. He wanted everything. And he got it…every single time. 

Your eyes were tearing up and you felt dizzy from the intense tension. Your palms rested on his pelvis as his thrusts got faster second by second.

-Fuck -he hissed- look at you…you love when I fuck your mouth, huh? 

After a few more minutes going really rough on your mouth he stopped, pulling himself out, admiring the way you looked kneeling in front of him. You gasped for air and wiped the saliva off with the back of your hand. 

His strong hands gripped your shoulders, guiding you to the bed, pushing you down hard. You bounced back a bit before crawling further up to the headboard. Gojo freed himself from his clothes completely, standing in front of you bare with a massive, twitching boner. You bit your lower lip, just the thought of him being inside of you made you shiver. The way you loved his dick was abnormal, but you couldn’t care less. You wanted it, you wanted him and you always got what you fancied. 

Gojo towered himself atop of you, placing his hands beside your head, his biceps were flexing. 

-I’m gonna fuck you dumb, princess -he leaned in, whispering into your ear. The hair on the back of your neck stood up from his seductive voice.

-I hope so -you smirked, pressing your lips roughly against his. His lips were soft, sweet and irresistible. Both of your tongues were fighting for dominance, biting the lips, licking the teeth and twirling around. It was one of the many things Gojo loved in you that you never backed down. Everyone acted so humble around him. The strongest sorcerer of the universe deserved respect. But you…you were different. You couldn't care less about all of this shit. You treated him equally, making him desperate, questioning his own confidence. 

Gojo kneeled between your legs, the tip of your fingers were running up and down on his perfect abs. Positioning himself to your entrance with hunger in his eyes. He couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted to bury himself deep inside you.

-’Ru -you gasped as he slid his whole freaking length in at once. Not waiting for you to adjust he started to move his hips. Roughly, without mercy.

-C’mon baby, I know you can take me. You always take me so well -he growled, fastening his thrusts. 

-Fuck -you cursed, eyes rolling back in your skull, fighting the tension he was giving you.

-Tell me you love it! -he breathed heavily. 

-Duh… -you rolled your eyes.

-Y/N! -he hissed- Tell -thrust-me-thrust-you-thrust-love-thrust-it-thrust.

At this point you were really fighting the urge to scream. His movements sent you to another universe, but you wanted to tease him. He needed to be teached a lesson. You were not his toy, not his slut, not his puppet. You kept silent, smirking. It drove Gojo wild. He grabbed your hips and in a blink of an eye he flipped you over to your stomach. 

-I’m not joking -he hissed, while roughly grabbing the flesh of your hips, positioning you on all four, leaving marks behind. The second he slapped your ass you let out a lustful scream. Driving him even crazier if possible. 

-Stop being so desperate, baby -you looked back at him above your shoulder- And fuck me good!

-Fuck, Y/N -he growled, sliding himself inside you once again. Pounding you so hard, you thought he was going to split you in two- Is it good enough, huh? Or you want more? -he breathed heavily, grabbing your hair, pulling you up until your back hit his chest. His other free hand grabbed your neck, choking you again. -I know you love it -he whispered in your ear- you can’t fool me -he bit down your shoulder. His teeth slicing your skin, leaving a slightly bleeding mark on you.

-’Ru -you moaned his name in delusion- Fuck, baby…-you cried out. 

The arrogant smirk on his face was undeniable. You threw one of your hands behind his neck, pulling him even closer to you, if possible. 

-You love it, huh? -he kept asking- Tell me you do!

-Satoru! -you warned him- Shut up and fuck me. Fuck me good!

His hand released your neck and pushed you down on the bed roughly. Gripping into your hips again, speeding up his pace. His balls slapping against your pussy, the skin to skin sound echoed through the room.

-Yes, just like that -you moaned loudly, grabbing the sheets between your fingers.

-Y/N, please -he begged- Please baby, I need to hear it!

His tantrum made you almost chuckle. He was so needy, so desperate, so frantic.

-I love it ‘Ru -you finally spat the words out- I love the way your big cock is ruining me.

His animalistic growl filled the room, your words pushed him closer to his high.

-I knew it -he hissed, pounding you as rough as he could.

-I’m close -you breathed heavily-  I’m so close.

-Wait for me baby -he panted-I’m almost there too.

-Fill me up, feel me up good -you looked at him above your shoulder, feeling your climax is about to burst out. 

-Fuck -he moaned as your walls clenched around him- I love you so fucking much -the words slid out of his mouth, while you felt him pulsing, twitching inside of you.

-What did you say? -you gasped, still riding your highs.

-I love you -he repeated without any shame- I fucking love you!

A few more thrusts before he pulled out, dropping himself down on the bed next to you. The way you looked at him made him realize he might fucked up. 

-Never ever tell me this again -you pushed yourself up, resting yourself on your elbow, facing the ceiling. 

-Why? -he looked confused. It lasted so long for him to finally be able to confess the truth. 

-Satoru, you know I hate, when you lie to me -you rolled your eyes.

-What if it’s not a lie -he shrugged.

-Funny -you huffed.

-I mean it Y/N -he scooted closer, turning your face to make you look him in the eyes- I’m truly, undeniably in love with you. And from now on -he pressed his lips roughly against yours- you are mine. Only mine!