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#i feel like such a fucking shit person so often lately#it feels like no matter how hard i care or how much i try to be there for people and help them the more i hurt them instead#like i just feel as though im this awful thing that can only create pain and thats not who i want to be#i wish it was safe to let people love me#because i just want to be loved and love people but i always hurt them#and they pretend like im good for them when all i do is do everything wromg and hurt everyone#and i try to be a good person but it always always making me a worse person#and they dont see that i need to be useful and its the only way i know to love that has ever been safe or understood#if im not useful then how are you supposed to know i care? bc any other form of communication is seen as too much#factually speaking i hurt more than i help and everyone would be far better off without me#but theyre so convinced that im not a bad person that they cant see tgat i only hurt them#i dont even know what im sayoing anymore#i just dont want to think for a while#i just want my mond to shut up#i hate that the best part of me is also the worst part
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really fucking grinds my gears how my dad knows just how to make me feel fucking guilty for putting up boundaries and saying no
#not even for a major thing!#barely setting a boundary even! just saying i donât want to do smth!#asking me if i want to go for dinner one evening when he knows i work late most days and have said this for years - in fact said this exact#thing to him last week - so when i say no bc i finish late he just pushes and pushes#until im like this doesnât work for me AND i hate eating out i dont want to go. just go with my brother thatâs fine. and heâs suddenly#blunt as fuck in his messages leaving me on read or guilting me about the hours i workâŚ.. like get a fucking grip your over 50 bro#i try to be polite with it but he just gets in a fucking mood like please you are a Loser#i see you weekly (smth HE chose when i was a bairn) like im not making my job and life harder just bc you feel bad that you donât see me#more often now#also i only hate eating out with him!! because itâs awkward!! i like to be in and out when i eat with friends and weâre all the same about#it bc weâre all very autistic lmaooo but with him he likes to chat and chat and chat which is fine but i donât.. and he asks more personal#questions than when weâre just at his as if im gonna open up just bc weâre eating thai food đđđđ#like you Donât get to know if im seeing anyone or if im queer or even if ive got fucking plans to go away with friends tbh#like deadbeat dads that try to emotionally manipulate their kids get minimal information actually !! đ¤âď¸#stelle yaps#fuck sake#i knew heâd start doing this when my brother was back - heâs always played us off each other and he always gravitates towards whichever is#the âeasiestâ child at the time which is my brother ever since i became an adult lmao#i just donât tolerate his shit and i let him know it whereas e will play along#me and my dad are too similar in that we both know how to really cut deep in the other :/#it just all sucks#please please feel free to ignore#i just need to vent like hell bc he winds me up a treat so bad
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its so embarassing likee. going to talk abt a feeling you have but you already know ppl will be like Oh that sounds like depression lol and its like. well yes . i know . trust me i am so aware i am depressed . but its still like a thing ive been thinking abt and wanting to talk abt but ik itll just be like Ok hun đ. idk idk what response i would want tho ig FNFNFNF
#not anything serious i was just thinking how like. idk. this is gonna sound rly stupid#but for me personally like. sometimes. How do i phrase this without sounding rly evil#i think obv ppl can spend their money however they want but like. its kind of hard 4 me to grasp sometimes like. there r things that ppl#spend a lot of money on bc it makes them happy like umm. vacations or pets or hobbies or whathaveyou. and obviously thats fine but#i iust feel like its all so. temporary and like. idk. idt im ohrasing this right at all i just likee. the thought of working all year to#afford to take a vacation and then working again to afford another vacation just makes me feel like i want to die. like. idk... i like#vacations we dont need to go on them a lot but ig its just like. everything we do just feels like a waste of time. not in like a Ohh you#should be doing more work Obviously its just like. idk. maybe it is just me. but i feel like im just waiting until i die and can be done#with it i guess. and everything i do is just to fill time until that happens. yk ? which is silly bc of my whole. Thing i cant talk abt#but ppl talk abt like. going out and partying or going on vacation or whatever and i like. I like those things its nice when they happen#but they dont rly make me longterm any happier i guess. everything just feels like another thing im doing. idk. this rly isnt coming out the#way it is in my head. and Again i know this is just depression shit or whatever im just like. its all exhausting. it just makes me feel so#tired. to think abt working and working and working so i can pay to be alive and i can save to do one fun thing every so often to keep me#sane enough to keep working and working and working and i probably wont ever be able to retire itll just be. work. and then ill die. yk.#but i feel like the vacations and stuff dont like. refresh me very much. maybe its just bc ive only been on one 'vacation' as an adult and#it was just like. coming home to see my family. and realizing id have to move back home yk..#+ like. my mom nd my gran taking me out for a weekend when i lived up there#nd those things were nice and all but once its over its like. it doesnt fuel me to keep going it doesnt make me feel any better abt having#to work for the rest of my life#ik im being ridiculous bc im literally unemployed and i cant even get up off my ass to get my stupid fucking ged so i can get a job and be#Useful to my family its just like. idk.... i try so hard to be like Oh nothing mayters and thats why everything matters type thing like. Yes#all things end and the point is to just try to be happy until it does#but i feel like it just doesnt happen for me. i feel like any happiness i feel is so insanely like. it happens and then its gone. and its#back to just. the knowledge that im still fucking stuck here. and i will be until it happens. yk. i play video games tomoass the time until#i go back to sleep then i wake up and i make a spreadsheet to pass the time until i go back to sleep#and everyday just feels like passing the time until i go back to sleep and itll just keep going until it happens. and its nice to have nice#days but whats like. the point. yk. everything just ends#IDK. this is all very whiny im sry. ive just been feeling it a lot lately . i hope this doesnt feel like me being like Ohhh you ppl r so#dumb participating in hobbies and going out and having fun dont you know yr gonna DIE? thats not what im trying to be like#its just like. i feel like it doesnt make me as happy as it does other ppl like. none of it refreshes me or makes me want to keep going
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And it's unfortunate because as much as I wish I could be a kind and helpful person to others, I'm also the kind of person who is quick to anger in the presence of unwarranted hostility. It's an ingrained defense mechanism that I have managed to dampen and control with therapy, but it's not going anywhere permanently. And said hostility could even be something as trivial as someone taking a passive aggressive tone with me. If you're gonna give me rancid energy when I did literally nothing to you, I'm mirroring it back. There is such deep wiring in my brain that screams "mustprotectmyselfmustprotectmyselfmustprotectmyself" and the best way I have learned to do that is matching or exceeding someone's bad attitude.
The number of times that I have instantly neutralized a rude or hostile customer, supplier, coworker etc by just immediately being a fucking bitch right back is immeasurable. People don't seem to expect it from me, because until they start shit with me I tend to present very pleasantly.
This seems to link up with some pathway in my brain that says "well, everytime you try to take the high road, wave a white flag or be the bigger person you are walked all over." and I can't for the LIFE of me conjure up any memory that contradicts this. Anytime I have tried to remain calm in the face of disrespect/abuse, or tried to be otherwise understanding of people being shitty towards me, it has NEVER resulted in them magically going, "you know what? I'm sorry. I was overreacting/not being fair to you. Can we start over?" like people as a whole do not operate in good faith that way!!! So why should I? It always seems to result in people doubling down on their abuse. It's like sharks smelling blood.
What DOES work, in my experience, nearly 100% of the time is being a cunt right back. It sometimes gets me into trouble with authority figures, but by and large shitty people seem to at least respect me when they realize I am not an easy target.
And I resent it, honestly. Because as I've said before, I don't feel it's my true nature. I have memories of being different, more open, more trusting, but starting with my mother very early on in life, I do feel it has been many people's objective to hurt me, whether they realized it or not. And my survival mechanism isn't playing dead, it's fucking throwing hands.
#personal#I'm slowlyyyyy getting out of fight or flight but god is it a process#I'm so much better than I was a year ago holy shit but this takes time and consistent work#constantly breathing through the world triggering me and struggling to maintain control over my emotions#my mom was abusive I was severely bullied in elementary school and recently i survived an abusive relationship and i am. tired.#of people hurting me and of feeling like i have a target on my back#it's hard to see others in my life have good relationships with people who care for them and treat them well#when the opposite has mainly been my experience#stewing in my victimhood atm and yes i know it's not an entirely rational way to be#but for now avoiding people and indulging in some comforting isolation just feels good it's predictable and safe#i have friends and family that understand its not personal they know I've been this way a long time#i am grateful for that but also a little sad#that i don't feel ready to show up in the world the way i want to#the conflicting feelings of being instinctively driven to connect with others but not feeling that others are safe to do so is wild#and sad#all said and done it would be easier to just eliminate the drive for human connection all together#but it's too late i care about people now especially the ones who have stuck by me through thick and thin#just like i mirror energy i mirror loyalty and once i'm locked in i am ride or fucking die#just wish that was reciprocated more often
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#I guess itâs too hard to send me a message or even slightly acknowledge my presence today#yet another holiday in which you basically just ignore me the whole day#I know youâre busy and Iâm not saying you have to drop everything to talk to me all day long#but you couldnât send a quick message when you got up this morning just to say happy holidays or something?#youâve had absolutely no time to say anything to me the entire day?#youâre still busy so late into the evening when you even told me you didnât have that many plans for the day?#itâs just frustrating because it feels like things are going good between us and youâre making more of an effort#so I start letting myself get closer to you again and act like myself more often#just to have this same shit happen once again and make me feel like I donât matter to you at all#when the time comes to cut you off this will be a driving factor#and yet I bet youâll still act all surprised and hurt like youâre the one getting fucked over even though youâve always treated me this way#Iâve had a pretty great day except for this shit going on and bothering me#of course Iâm still too tied to you so this is still affecting me way more than it should#I wish I didnât have so much trouble regulating my emotions in these aspects#personal
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Something that goes without saying is how uncertain Logan really is about sleeping in the same space as another person. Sure, he'll commit to the fun beforehandâŚ.The foreplay, the sex, the highs.
But the inevitable act of sleeping beside someone, terrifies him.
We see it in Origin, we see it in Days of Future Past. Sometimes while Logan is sleeping, his claws come out when he feels under duress. Nightmares are a common occurrence for this man, not a night goes by where he isn't waking in the dead of night to the ghost of his past.
And I'd like to think of all the Logans running around the multiverse, that the Worst!Logan has surely been through some things. He's never experienced true rest. Not until he met you.
âI'll sleep on the couch.â Its common at the beginning of whatever the dynamic between the two of you is. Logan ends up back at your cafe, or in your living-room, bathroom, kitchen or bedâbut he never stays beside you for longer than a few minutes after. Not because he doesn't crave that intimacy or true human connection, but because the idea of losing you to his own mutation truly scares the ever-living fuck out of him.
But one night, you catch him off-guard. So off guard that Logan doesn't even have a counter proposal ready.
âIll join you,â You beam, padding down the hallway with your blanket and pillow wrapped in your arms. âSomethings bothing you and with friends like me and Wade, that shits gonna come up eventually,â You ramble. As you sit beside Logan on the lounge he slept on more often than his own bed, he catches a glimpse of a few noticeable scars on your back. Scars where his claws had once accidentally taken over in an otherwise romantic moment between the two of you. âSo, get talking pops.â
âDon't call me pops.â Logan sighs as he opens his body up for you to snuggle up against him. âIt's nothing I can't handle, didn't anyone ever tell you not to stick your nose where it doesn't belong?â
âAre you trying to tell me that I don't belong here?â You counter quickly, playing Loganâs logic against himself. âMe? Resident of this timeline? Doesn't belong right here next to you?â
âGo fuck yourself,â Logan smiles all the while trying to keep his brooding man mask on. But with you he feels ever atom of his being igniting with desire and unconditional love. âI worry I'll hurt you, while I'm sleeping,â Logan explains as you listen to his heartbeat inside his chest. Snuggled on the lounge in your apartment. âYou don't know how much that thought terrifies me.â
âHmm,â You hum in response. âPerhaps the question you should be asking yourself Lo, is what if the nightmares, what if the fear stops, when you allow yourself to rest with someone you love?â It was a bold word to use, and even though it was rarely, if ever used, there wasn't another word in the English language to describe how Logan felt about you. Or how you felt about him.
And its a thought that's never crossed Logans mind before. He frowns, thinking it over in the late-night silence. You fall asleep there, right with your head on Logans chest as he tru thinks.
Only to wake up in a tangled mess of sheets, with Logan snorning next to you as the early morning sun kisses his golden, aging skin. Its the first night in years he hasn't woken in screaming terror.
âTell me told you so and I'll turn you into a skewer.â Logan mumbles as you pepper him with kisses across his exposed back.
âI think I'll take my chances with you, Lo,â You chuckle to yourself. âI'll make you some coffee.â
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#logan howlett#logan wolverine#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett fluff#the ilya universe // logan howlett
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HAZBIN HOTEL X READER HC #1
Head canon: what it would be like to date them.
characters: Alastor, angel dust, husk, vox
disclaimer: everything i write about these characters might not be accurate to the actual story, please take everything in the fic with a grain of salt, none of this is canon!!
Alastor
he hasnt been in an actual relationship in a while so being close and vulnerable with someone is quite hard for him, especially as someone who associates emotions with weakness.
First off, its safe to say he adores the ground you walk on. He's in love with everything about you, your clothes, the smell of your hair, your sickly sweet voice. his loves it all.
If there was ever a problem you needed fixing, a person you needed taken care of or even a errand you needed to run he would tend to it himself. he would not let you lift a finger.
PDA is a iffy thing for him, he wouldnt do grand big gestures but maybe a hand on the hip or a few words of affirmation.
everyone in the pride ring quickly learned of yours and radio demon's relationship. And no one dared to mess with you, ofcourse there was people who wanted to test their luck but they would have to pay the price later.
his love language is definitely words of affirmation, he will sweet talk the shit out of you. At night when it's just you two in bed, he will have his hands stroking through your hair whilst you rant to him about your day and he'll reply with sweet nothings
"oh darling, i've missed you all evening"
"you looked ravishing today my dear.."
"mm your hair smells amazing, my love"
Angel Dust
Angel is one of, if not, the horniest mother fuckers out there but somehow, he manages to somewhat make a healthy relationship with someone.
you two are seen as "the bad bitch" couple. you're always out together, always getting into dumb shit together. You'll get yelled at by vaggie at early hours in the morning because the two of you where playing a childish game of tag in the hotel halls.
his love language is definitely physical touch, he'll have his arms slung around your waist almost all the time. Kisses are a MUST every 5 minutes, like this boy will NOT part from you. especially in the mornings when you have to leave for work;
"mmnnnnoooooooo...stayyy for five minutes pleasseeeee"
"but sweets..you're soooo warm"
"sweetheart please, you feel so comfy"
yeah good luck with that.
nights with him are VERY eventful, if it wasn't obvious. You two would usually be at it late hours into the night but sometimes, when you two where too exhausted to fuck like rabbits, he would be sprawled across your lap whilst you stroked his fur.
Husk
Despite his harsh tone and uncompromising demeanor, you understood that Husk wasn't trying to be malicious towards you. It was simply his way of communicating, and you knew that his behavior wasn't personal. Even though he could be abrasive at times, you loved him for his rough edges and authentic personality
You and Husk's time together was mostly spent at the bar. You didn't like to drink much, but you loved seeing him work and make cocktails like a pro. You didn't mind that it wasn't considered a typical date, because you liked spending time with him in whatever way he felt most comfortable.
Husk is not used to receiving compliments, as he didn't often receive them in his past life. When you complimented him, it caught him off guard and he was surprised. But he eventually learned to appreciate it, and it even made him feel a little sentimental.
Despite the difficulty, you were able to help Husk realize that you genuinely cared about him. He had been used to being surrounded by dishonesty and hypocrisy, but you were always sincere and real. He held you in high regard, as you were the only source of light in his life, and he didn't want to lose you.
vox
You were known as a strong and independent person who didn't need assistance from others. You knew how to stand up for yourself, despite being harsh and tough at times. Despite your exterior, no one was aware of the soft spot in your heart that Vox's affection and touch alone could melt away your severity.
He appreciated seeing your affectionate side, as it felt special and intimate, like a shared secret between the two of you. He knew you valued your privacy, and he respected it by never sharing photos or other details on social media. He didn't want to betray your trust.
You were often feared and respected when you were with Vox. People found it hard to believe that someone as intimidating as yourself could have a tender, caring side that was kept hidden from most. Vox was glad that he was the only one who got to see that side of you. He didn't want to share something so special and personal with anyone else.
Quite often, he would call you on the phone, knowing that sweet words could be just as effective as a kiss. He enjoyed hearing how your voice softened from its usual seriousness to a more affectionate tone. He was aware that when he said loving phrases to you, you would blush and smile shyly, and sometimes he even regretted not being able to witness it in person.
"i've missed you today babe.."
"mhm look at my pretty girl/boy!"
#Hazbin Hotel#Hazbin Hotel x Reader#Hazbin Hotel headcanons#Alastor#Alastor x Reader#Vox#Vox x Reader#Hazbin Hotel oneshots#Husk#Husk x Reader#angel dust#angel dust x reader#vivziepop\
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GHOSTLY ROMANCE âĄ
đđđđđđđ: fushiguro toji/reader
đđ: 8k
đđđđđđđ: when it becomes blatantly obvious your house is being haunted, the only thing there is for you to do is coexist but what do you do when that ghostly presence haunting your house begins haunting your heart ??
đđđđđđđđ: 18+ only, smut, swearing, making out, obsessive! toji, ghost! toji, slight perv! toji, toji has a big dick, dirty talk, fingering, voyeurism (?), p in v sex, squirting, creampie, f!reader, reader referred to as 'woman', i think that's all âĄ
As of late, youâre beginning to have a sneaking suspicion that your house is haunted, and you arenât really sure how to react. Often times, youâll find things arenât where you left them, some objects are moved just slightly of where they were, and other things are found in completely different rooms.
Sometimes when you go to lock your doors and windows for the night, you find itâs already been done. Innocuous and for the most part these are things you could brush off as you being absent minded, the kicker comes when you start seeing a figure out the corner of your eye or in a passing reflection.
Ignoring it all has been your go to, deciding itâs best to just pretend itâs not happening, and you would continue to keep doing so but your sleep is getting interrupted now and if there is anything you donât get in between, itâs you and your sleep.
The dreams youâve been having have started to wander into the obscure territory of some man you donât recognise living in your house. He walks around like he owns the place, locking doors, closing curtains. Itâs not particularly scary but it is unsettling and leaves you feeling unrested, like you didnât sleep much at all.
Now, as youâre trying to get some well-deserved rest, something goes bump in the night, and you just know itâs that stupid man haunting your house. Frustratedly, you kick the covers off your body and stomp down the hall to where you think the sound originated from.
Arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently, you wait for something, anything, but of course nothing comes. This ghost, entity, or whatever, thatâs haunting you started off as easy to ignore and now itâs pissing you off greatly, you just want some damn sleep.
âYou got me here, you got me out of bed so you must want something,â your foot continues to tap, increasing pace with your bad mood.
The room continues to be blanketed by the quiet you so badly wanted while you were drifting to sleep, âYouâre so rude, haunting me with stupid dreams and moving my shitâŚâ youâre grumbling to yourself, ââŚhavenât slept well in over a week and now I canât even get to sleep!â
Still, the room is filled by the deafening silence that usually lingers in your house at this hour, âGreat⌠and now Iâm talking to myself, Iâm going fucking crazy.â
As you turn to leave the room, you bump into something that feels as stiff as a board. You take a few steps back at it and youâre met with someoneâs chest. The person in front of you leans down until they meet your face, his tone deep and monotone when he lets out a low, âBoo.â
It almost feels like the blood drains out of your body at the sight of him and before you have time to really process, your hand is reaching back and up to give him a hard slap right across the face. A small yelp leaving you at it, the smack resounding throughout the otherwise quiet house.
When you draw your hand back, itâs to cover your mouth as you gasp at just how hard you seemed to have slapped him, apology tumbling from your lips and you can only really say itâs because of how shocked you are by the force you used, âIâm so sorry, oh my God, that sounded really bad⌠did that hurt?â
Heâs stoic for a moment before cracking a smile and chuckling at your shocked apology, âNot quite the reaction I was looking for.â
âSorry! I didnât mean to hit youâŚâ you trail off, suddenly regretting all your apologies, âHey! Youâre the one who should be apologising to me.â
Heâs still far too amused for your liking, âWhat for? Youâre the one who hit me.â
âYou quite frankly deserved it,â your brows furrow as you eye him over, you expected something more⌠ghoulish but he appears to just be some man.
âI donât think so, Iâve done nothing to youâŚâ heâs talking but youâre not really paying attention, confused by his appearance and, honestly, existence.
Your finger moves towards him, poking at his chest, something you think you shouldnât be able to do. Heâs firm, obviously corporeal, itâd surprise you more if you hadnât just slapped him as hard as you did.
Youâre lost in your thoughts as you continue to poke at him. He cuts himself off to grab your wrist, ââWhat are you doing?â
âAre you just some guy? Are you just some man in my house right now?â Youâre beginning to freak out, much more amenable to the idea of a ghost in your house over some stranger, âI have to call the copsâŚâ you try tugging away, quickly growing more fearful.
Heâs rolling his eyes at you like youâre overreacting, âCalm down.â
Your eyes are big and round as you look up at him, scared out of your mind as the idea of some man in your house settles in your bones, âNo, I think Iâm going to keep being scared.â
âIf it makes you feel better, Iâm not humanâŚâ he squints at you, âAnymore.â
Rightly sceptical when you utter back, âI donât know if I believe youâŚâ
He seems annoyed at your unwillingness to take him at his word, sighing as he turns and walks out of the room⌠through the wall. You wait a moment for him to come back but he doesnât, youâre left in the room alone, wondering if that little interaction actually happened or if youâve finally lost it.
Another moment passes, waiting, just in case he appears again before you resign yourself to the fact that youâre beginning to hallucinate from lack of sleep. Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself and walk back to your room, only to be met with the sight of him laying leisurely on your bed.
âIâve gone insane,â you mumble to yourself, âIâm losing my fucking mind in this house alone.â
âIâm pretty sure youâre sane, from what Iâve seen anyways,â He shrugs, âA little spacey but otherwise.â
His words have you glaring at him, âYou ever been told youâre annoying?â
âNot for a long time, no,â his smirk is lopsided.
You approach the foot of your bed, looking at him with your arms crossed, âRight⌠okay, well, youâre annoying.â
His own arms are supporting his head, clearly very comfortable in your bed, âYouâve only spoken to me for a few minutes, I might grow on you.â
A scowl overtakes your face, âI really doubt it.â
His smile feels condescending, âI think itâs your only option, either you get used to me or you move out because this was my house first, sorry doll.â
âIâm still not fully convinced youâre not just some guy in my house,â how are you meant to tell if youâve gone insane? Maybe you should book a doctorâs appointment.
âI technically amâŚâ he tilts his head at you, âIâm just not alive.â
There are so many questions you have, and you arenât even sure if youâd believe any of his answers, âIf youâre a ghost why can I touch you?â
Stretching out slightly, he groans before answering, âBecause I let you, how else would I be moving your shit around?â
âSo, you are moving my things around!â Youâre pointing at him like some huge mystery has been solved.
He looks at you like it should be obvious at this point that it was him, taking the wind out of your sails with a single look.
Coughing slightly, you cross your arms again, trying to recover from the slight embarrassment youâre currently feeling, âWhy are you touching my things and why show yourself now?â
âYou yelled at me to show myself,â he rolls his neck, âThought Iâd be polite and give an introduction.â
âSome introduction⌠you didnât even give me your name,â you pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming on, âYou only answered one of my questions.â
A soft sigh leaves him, like this whole conversation is becoming tedious, âI get bored.â
âReally? Thatâs your answer? Iâve been wondering if Iâm crazy or if my house is haunted and even losing sleep over stupid dreams of your stupid face and youâre telling me itâs because youâre bored.â
He purses his lips, like heâs trying to hide a smile, âPretty much.â
âGet out.â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me,â your hands are on your hips, prominent frown plastered on your face, âGet out.â
âI canât technically leave,â he tries to reason with you.
âI donât care, I know you can disappear and leave me alone so do that,â youâre so tired and cranky, you just want to go to sleep and pretend this never happened, âI want to sleep, and I want it to be peaceful so leave me alone and get out!â
âSo bossy,â he grumbles as he gets up, leaning down into your space as he walks past you, âI like that in a woman.â
You fight the involuntary shiver that wants to run down your spine, beyond pissed off at Casper the annoying ghost. Why did your house have to be haunted? Why couldnât you live a peaceful and normal life? These are all things you wonder as you crawl into bed, determined to get some sleep tonight.
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In the morning, you think what had happened last night was some obscure dream, and youâd probably go on thinking that way if your ghostly house guest didnât appear in front of you while youâre in the middle of breakfast.
Your spoon clatters to your bowl with a gasp, âDonât!â You sigh loudly, âDonât do that.â
âDonât do what?â He leans back into the chair across from you.
âDonât just appear,â you grumble to yourself, âAlmost thought I had made up all of last night.â So close to having a normal life, you can see it now floating out of your grasp.
âSorry, doll, Iâm very real and I very much live here.â
That earns him a scoff, âYouâre a freeloader.â
âExcuse me?â He leans forward, elbows resting on the table.
You repeat it for him slower, âYou. Are. A. Freeloader.â
âI heard you,â his eye almost twitches.
Leaning back in your chair, you cross your arms, looking away from him and out the window, âThen donât act like you didnât.â
âI could kill you,â he threatens.
You donât feel inclined to take him seriously, âSo could my neighbour, youâre not special.â Your gaze is fixed out the window, watching said neighbour walking to collect his mail. When you turn back to your unwanted companion his glare is pointed and very clearly unhappy which only has you rolling your eyes at him, âYouâd really kill me because I called you a freeloader?â
A quiet hum leaves him, âIâm considering it.â
âDrama queen,â itâs murmured but you know he heard it, especially if his growing scowl is anything to go off.
âShouldnât you be more scared or something?â
Your eyes squint at him, leaning over the table slightly as you provoke, âOh, I bet youâd love that.â
âI would actually,â he almost sounds exasperated which only has you growing amused.
You decide to try bargaining with him, âListen, if youâre gonna freeload here the least you can do is stay out of my way.â
âI liked you better last night when you were scared.â
You take a mouthful of your breakfast, pointing at him with your spoon when you reply, âWell, I liked you better a few months ago when it was significantly easier to ignore your presence.â
Itâs quiet, no reply coming from him, leaving it up to you to continue the conversation if you want answers, âWhat do you even want? Because if you really do plan on killing me Iâll tell you now that the next person who lives here will not be as cute as I am.â
He deadpans at your joke, âYouâre hilarious.â
âI know,â you flick your head like youâre flipping luxurious hair.
Already seemingly sick of you when he grumbles, âI already regret showing myself to you.â
âGood, this is much more of an ordeal for me you know? Not only do I know ghosts exist now but there is some guy in my house all the time, how am I meant to go on with my daily life?â
âNot really my problem,â he brushes off your concern.
Being honest, you say, âI donât like you.â
To which he returns with a big grin, âIâll grow on you.â
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You wish so badly that he didnât, but he does, he grows on you. Itâs nice coming home to someone, having someone to talk to while you eat or do mundane chores. Itâs been a few months now and you thought he would be more of a bother, but you think you might be the one bothering him.
Itâs funny how you didnât realise how lonely you were until you finally had someone to spend time with. Early on he told you his name, Toji, he told you he used to live here, and that he died in the house. He still hasnât disclosed to you how he died, and you donât want to intrude by asking so you donât. Heâs still quite young so you imagine it wasnât by natural causes which only deters you from wanting to probe for any more information from him.
If youâre being honest with yourself, youâd recognise that youâre beginning to crush on a ghost but since that seems like something so far out of the realm of ever possibly happening, you squash down the feelings. And when that doesnât work, you try avoiding him, which is not exactly a fool proof plan when heâs the ghost haunting your house who doesnât need to sleep.
For the third weekend in a row, youâre sneaking into your own house late, having been out all night with friends just to avoid spending the whole day with Toji. Itâs his fault though! Heâs hot and also a huge flirt and he makes your heart race, and none of these thoughts are holy so you decided to just avoid him altogether.
Kicking your shoes off at the door, you sneak through the house and into your room, thinking youâve successfully changed and gotten into bed without him noticing. Victory short lived when he appears next to you on your bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip suddenly.
You scrabble for a second, not expecting the shift, body falling into his. Sheepishly, you look up at him, hand pressed to his chest trying to give yourself some space to think, not used to this proximity. You purposefully keep your distance from him, and it feels like he purposefully gets in yours.
Heâs quick to get to the point, âWhere were you?â
âOut with some friendsâŚâ Hesitance clear in your answer.
âAgain,â Itâs a question but it doesnât really sound like one.
ââŚYeah.â
His eyes scan your face intently and it has you shying away from him, âYouâre being odd,â he states abruptly.
Immediate response being defensiveness, âBecause Iâm going out with my friends?â
âNo, thatâs not it, itâs the frequency, you used to spend most weekends home alone.â
Still, you canât get used to how he knows these things about you, âOkay weâre just gonna ignore that you know that about me.â
Again, he doesnât beat around the bush, âDonât change the topic, youâve been avoiding me.â
Gaze averting his as you stumble out a small, âThatâs not true.â
His eyes meet yours with a pointed look, clearly not believing your half assed lie, âCome on, doll, if Iâve done something to upset you Iâd prefer you just say it.â
âYouâve not done anything,â you jump to assure him, not wanting him to feel bad for no reason. âYouâre the best ghost anyone could ask to haunt their house.â
Ignoring your attempt at humour he pushes for more, âThen what is it?â
An awkward pause shared between you as you try to think of an excuse, âUhm⌠My friends⌠have just been wanting to see me more is all, it has nothing to do with youâŚâ
âMhmâŚâ you can tell he doesnât believe you, but he canât go much further than this, he was as blunt as he could be and hit a brick wall. âWell, I want to see you more too.â
You roll your eyes gently at that, ignoring the excitement his words illicit, âToji, we live together.â
Expression sour when he retorts, âIt doesnât feel like it lately.â
Itâs cute how heâs almost pouting, itâd be cuter if you didnât feel completely awful for ghosting him. You still get to see each other throughout the day but you work during the week, and you havenât been spending much free time with him lately, often opting for going out instead. If avoiding him like this is going to keep making him feel bad you donât want to keep doing it.
Taking the safe option, you choose to make the time spent together productive, âIâll be home this weekend⌠I have a bunch of laundry to do though so it might not be fun.â
His smile is crooked, âAlright⌠got my eyes on you though, doll,â he means it in a light-hearted way, but you think youâve actually hurt him.
âOkayâŚâ you wait a moment for him to leave but he doesnât, youâre still too close to him and heâs not moving. The silence in the room deafening as you can only look at him and wait for his next move.
When he doesnât say anything, you prompt, âToji⌠are you gonna leave?â
âDo you want me to?â His gaze is on your lips, hand reaching to cradle your face and just when you think he might lean in to kiss you, he pecks the top of your head, âNight.â Itâs the last thing he says before he disappears into thin air.
Your heart feels like it might explode, beating a mile a minute at how he seemed to almost kiss you. The disappointment that settled in you when he didnât uncomfortable, were you just reading into things or did he actually want to kiss you.
The covers get pulled up over your head as you grumble to yourself, how the hell are you meant to sleep now⌠heâs confusing you and itâs so unfair. Youâd probably get over your feelings for him if he didnât also show interest in you like this, heâs giving you hope, and it doesnât feel good.
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Ever since the night Toji almost kissed you, itâs all youâve been able to think about, almost operating like a zombie as you go through the motions at home and at work. Every time you saw him it felt like your skin was on fire, like you might spontaneously burst into flames.
This week has been especially trying because it seems like he actually has been watching you closer than usual. Normally he would give you some more space, but it was almost like every time you were in one of the main areas of the house, he was also there. Heâs not the type youâd peg for being clingy but then again, you didnât take your house to be the haunted kind so what do you know.
Getting lost in your thoughts while fiddling with your poor-quality sink isnât the best course of action, but it doesnât seem like youâre making any good choices in life right now. While trying to tighten the faucet by hand, it decides to punish you for being absent minded and sprays water all down your front.
Quickly, you rush to stop the water, all kinds of expletives leave you as your hands slip over the metal. When the water finally stops your hands grab the edge of the counter, slumping against it.
A shiver runs down your spine before you hear him speak, âYou really should pay more attention to what youâre doing.â
âItâs not my fault, this sink sucks!â If you had slightly less emotional regulation you might stomp your feet about it all.
He laughs at your frowny face, âI always meant to get it replaced.â
Turning to face him, you huff, âThis sink is the bane of my existence.â
âItâs not all bad,â his eyes track down your front, âI did get to see you in a wet shirt because of it.â
âYouâre unbearable,â you groan.
âAnd yet youâve never tried to exorcise me.â
âYou know what, thatâs a good option to keep in mind, thanks,â you smile sarcastically at him before wandering down the hall, muttering to yourself, âWell⌠at least itâs laundry day today I guessâŚâ
Toji is hot on your trail, not speaking, just following you around the house as you collect all your laundry. If you had to describe it, youâd probably say he was hovering, like heâs waiting for you to crack and tell him why youâve been avoiding him.
You would love to talk to him about whatâs bothering you but how exactly does one go about telling the hot ghost that you coexist with that you want to jump his bones, there must be a wiki how page for that online somewhere. The absurdity of the situation is almost enough to make you laugh, almost.
âYou in there, doll?â Tojiâs voice shocks you back down to Earth.
Dropping the shirt youâd been holding for too long into the washer as you reply, âHmm? Yeah⌠Iâm here, whatâs up?â
âYou know youâve always been a little spacey, but itâs been worse lately.â His head tilts at you, like heâs observing your behaviours.
Throwing a glance his way as you refute, âI am not spacey.â
He looks away from you like heâs avoiding engaging with you on that topic any further, âIâm just asking if youâre okay, Something on your mind?â
âNothing that concerns you,â dragging out the word as you squint at him.
The exasperated tone he uses is not lost on you, âThen why have you been avoiding me?â
âDidnât we establish last week that I havenât been?â Ignoring his stare as you continue to load the washing machine.
âNo, we established that youâre lying about not avoiding me.â
The persistence he displays is almost admirable, âYouâre annoying.â
âSo are you but less so lately,â response quick on his tongue.
âMaybe Iâve reflected on my previous ways and decided to be a better person.â He scoffs at that, and you turn to face him, looking him in the eyes, âWhat do you want from me?â
âI just wanna know why you donât spend time with me anymore,â he leans into your space, grin wide and taunting, âYou get scared or something?â
âOf you?â brow quirking at him, âPlease,â eye roll following your words.
He sighs at you, backing out of your space, âYouâre unbearable.â
âThatâs my line,â you shoot back, focusing on your laundry again.
A quick hand snatches the garment youâre holding out of your grasp, his attempt at getting your attention back on him. It works because youâre facing him fully now, âYouâre childish.â
âWoah,â he looks at what heâs holding like heâs only just noticed what he had grabbed, âThese are cute.â
If the ground could swallow you whole, you wish it would happen now because why is your unwanted roommate holding a pair of your panties while smiling at you like the cat that got the canary.
âToji,â you warn.
He hums back at you, almost indulgent, âYes, doll?â
âGive them back.â
Dangling your underwear in between the two of you by a single digit, he considers, âI donât know⌠I think I like these; I might keep them.â
The expression on your face incredulous, âAnd what? Wear them?â
âIâm sure Iâll find some use for them,â suggestion written all over his face in a way you wish you werenât attracted to.
âToji.â A second warning.
Again, his reply is the same, âYes, doll?â
âTheyâre dirty.â
âReally?â He looks to them, âWant me to check?â Hand bringing them close to his face before you snatch them away.
âDonât be gross!â You chastise him, chucking the panties into the machine with more force than necessary.
Your skin feels hot from embarrassment, how can he be so shameless? Itâs uncomfortably quiet in the laundry room as you silently stew while looking down into the washer.
Toji sounds tentative when he speaks, âAre you mad?â
Heâs met with an immediate glare at his stupid question, âWell Iâm not happy!â Brows pinched and feeling like your head is about to explode when you struggle to get out, âHowâ how can you be so⌠so? So shameless.â
âBeing dead doesnât hurt,â he says casually.
You canât tell if thatâs an attempt at humour or if heâs being serious but if you had to guess youâd say itâs a little of both, âI canât believe Iâve been crushing on you, youâre so embarrassing. What does that say about me? attracted to a shameless ghost who does nothing but embarrass me.â
Your foot has started tapping against the floor with your frustrations, not even registering the blunder you made about outing your crush on him⌠you know, the thing youâve been actively avoiding him over just to keep secret.
Itâs not until heâs leaning into your space and asking, âYou been crushing on me, doll?â That you realise the mistake youâd made.
âWhat?â You heard him perfectly fine. Only feigning ignorance in an attempt to think of a convincing cover.
Thereâs pride oozing from him, his grin growing by the second, âYou just saidââ
ââNo, I didnât,â there is no way to save this and so you fall back on blatantly lying.
Heâs revelling in how flustered you are and itâs making it worse, âNo, no, I heard you loud and clear. Youâve been crushing on me.â
Your hands move to either side your head, covering your ears as you try to block out what heâs saying, âI canât hear you; I donât know what youâre saying.â
Despite your actions, you can hear him perfectly. So, you hear him crystal clear when he borderline taunts, âYou have a crush on the ghost haunting your house!â
You donât say anything back, only staring at him as you wear all your embarrassment on your face.
His smile lessens, replaced by a kinder one, âIs that why you been avoiding me?â
Slowly turning to face him, you drop your hands and give a small nod, feeling all kinds of uncomfortable right now. The fact his immediate reaction was to be amused and prideful has you confused on just what heâs thinking about, does he only find your feelings funny? Does he not take them seriously? Or maybe youâd been overthinking it⌠it is just a crush after all.
You feel a little guilty over how your feelings have been making you act. Heâs literally stuck with you and youâre making it awkward all because you find him attractive, âIâm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable⌠but itâs just a crush, Iâll get over it.â
You meant to offer him some kind of relief in saying that, but it doesnât seem to give him any. A low hum coming from him as he moves in closer. Bending at the waist so he can eye you carefully, getting so close that you avoid his gaze, face hot at his proximity.
âWhat are youââ
ââYouâd just get over me?â He asks. You canât decipher his intent.
Not able to help the way you fumble over yourself when answering honestly, âIâ well⌠I mean⌠eventually? Right?â
Almost doubtful when he counters, âAnd you think Iâm just gonna let that happen?â
The way in which he says it takes you aback, eyes meeting his when you utter a succinct, âStop.â
A singular brow raises at you, âStop what?â
âStop flirting with me,â itâs unfair and only serving to confuse you further.
âWhy?â
Expression somewhere between a pout and scowl when you grumble, âYou are the most exasperating man I have ever had the displeasure of trying to have a conversation with.â
âAnd yet you have a crush on me,â his eyebrows raise.
Swapping back to denial is your solution, âI just changed my mind; I donât have a crush on you anymore.â
Still, he flirts, âAnd thereâs nothing I can do to change your mind?â
âNope,â you pop the word at him, âAll my feelings vanished just like that.â
âThatâs a damn shame,â heâs smirking as he looks at your lips before flicking back to your eyes. One of his hands reach to cradle the side of your face, mouth hovering overs yours, so close to kissing you but ultimately not moving any more than that.
Your eyes had closed at the way he leaned in but when you donât feel his lips on yours you open them to see the way heâs looking down his nose at you, smug smile ever present on his stupid face.
âYouâre being cruel,â and he his, he knows it too, itâs entirely purposeful on his behalf and you can only take so much.
His thumb brushes your lower lip gently, still so unbearably close when he asks, âHow so?â
âLet me go.â You huff at him, âYouâre so distracting, go haunt a different part of the house. I need to finish my laundry.â
âWhy are you so stubborn?â His words are accompanied by an eyeroll.
âWhy are you soââ
Youâre cut off abruptly by his lips colliding with yours, clearly uninterested in further back and forth. Especially since it seems like youâre not willing to give up and just tell him you want him to kiss you. When youâre not immediately pulling away, heâs moving his body closer to yours, other hand large on your back as he pulls you towards him.
Lips so much more careful than you wouldâve expected of him. Searching and relentless but not rough, not yet anyways. Your hands move to his shoulders and grip him, giving into him completely, his kiss taking your breath away.
The hand on the side of your face is manoeuvring you how he likes, wanting to deepen the kiss. Tongue licking into your mouth, it sends shivers down your spine, involuntary moan leaving you.
You arenât really registering it but heâs walking you back, sandwiching you between the washing machine and his large body. Hand previously on the small of your back now on your hip, pulling at your flesh. Then slipping it under your shirt and resting against your skin, his touch eliciting goose bumps.
He tilts your head back and trails his lips down your neck, nipping at you as he goes. Your pants filling the room, small and quiet moans mixed in with your breaths. You can hardly think, too focused on how it feels to have him touching you.
Suddenly gasping a moan when he bites at your neck a little harder than you were expecting, your thighs rubbing together at it. His movements grow more frenzied, lips back on yours in full force, tongue in your mouth depriving you of your air.
So much so that you have to push him back by his shoulders, chest moving rapidly as you catch your breath. Eyes wet and glassy when you look up at him, brows pulled up as you struggle to focus in on his face.
âSorry, I got a bit carried away,â heâs staring at you, awestruck by the stupid look on your face.
You ignore his apology, âKiss me again? Please?â
âHow can I refuse when you ask like that?â The answer is he couldnât, not when your eyes are all glassy from his lips.
The kiss is messy and despite the coolness of him, hot. Your arms are wrapped around his neck now, pulling him down into you. Both his hands on your hips, playing with the waistband of your pants, fingers tickling against your skin.
Parting to speak against your ear, âYou gonna let me touch you, doll?â
Nodding at him, âYeahâŚâ
He hums at you thoughtfully, âYou crushing on me again or am I imagining the hearts in your eyes right now?â
âYou ruin everythingâ ahââ words interrupted by his hand slipping into the front of your pants and underwear.
His fingers slip through your folds, tracing your clit softly, Â âAm I still ruining everything?â
âOh!â noo, no youâre not,â your words are breathless as you shake your head, not wanting him to stop.
âYou knowâŚâ his grin is sly as he speaks to you lowly, âYouâre awfully wet for someone you donât have a crush on.â
Wanting him to stop talking, you turn your head and kiss him. Your tongue sliding into his mouth, the kiss desperate and chaotic. Lips connected by a string of saliva when you pull back.
Your words are saturated in sarcasm but completely true, âI have a big fat crush on you, Toji, are you happy now?â
âEcstatic,â he smiles brightly, finger probing at your entrance, âIn fact, I might just reward you.â As he finishes his sentence, his digit is pushing into you, biting his lip at how you gasp against him. âYou know, youâre really cute like this, all breathless and struggling to take a finger.â
âSuch a mean ghost,â you sulk.
âYouâre meaner, avoiding me all because of a stupid crush,â his finger crooks inside you, almost knocking you over, âIf youâd just told me about it we couldâve had fun so much sooner, you been depriving me of this sweet cunt.â
Your legs are feeling shaky under you, âHow was I supposed toâ hahâ know?â
âI flirt with you relentlessly and follow you around all day like a damn puppy and you think I donât wanna fuck you?â He chuckles humourlessly, âShit, doll, if you needed it to be more obvious all you had to do was tell me.â A second finger joins his first, scissoring them to open you up, âIâd drop to my knees just to please you.â
His words make you dizzy, the idea of him on his knees and lapping at your pussy damn near capable of killing you. Your stomach flutters with butterflies at how willing he is to make you feel good.
He can feel the way your cunt clenches down on his fingers, his chest squeezing with how reactive you are to him, âOh? You liked that, doll? Like the idea of me licking your pussy?â
âI need you, please,â your lip quivers, shudders running through your body at how his thumb rubs over your clit.
A single peck is pressed to your wobbly lower lip, âYou already got me.â
âNooâ oh Godââ Youâre trying so hard to get your words out but heâs touching you so insistently, his fingers reaching all the perfect spots so effortlessly you might go blind. Your head rolls back as you gasp out, nails clawing down the front of his chest.
Slurred words and jumbled moans leaving you as his hand speeds up. Itâs an active effort to get out, âWanâ want yourâ ah! dick, please.â
He laughs like heâs had the wind knocked out of him, âOnly ever need to ask.â His hand is drawing back from your core, a pathetic whimper leaving you at the loss. âTurn around for me, doll.â
You do as he says, turning around to face the washing machine, one of his hands reaching forward to shut the lid. His body moves in close behind you, his front pressing into your back, firm erection against your ass.
His lips brush against your ear, âHold on and bend over.â
âYouâre so demanding,â you mutter as you do what he says.
He counters, âAnd youâre so obeying.â You can feel the air of his smugness radiating from behind you.
Both his hands tug at your pants, slowly pulling them down your body until they drop onto the floor. You canât help but feel exposed and impatient, your panties stuck to your core with the arousal that drips from you. Tojiâs finger creeps into the gusset, pulling them back before letting go, teasing you for his own enjoyment.
Straightening up, you try to turn to face him and tell him off for being a massive tease but heâs too close to you. An arm is wrapping around your front as his head tucks into your neck, âYou going somewhere?â
âI thought since you seem to be indecisive Iâd leave while you think about your next move,â you bite back.
Heâs pushing your front back down, âYou always this impatient?â
âYou always this big a tease?â Your hands reach out to hold the machine again.
âAlways got something to say donât you?â
âToji, Iâm so wet and needy and if you donât do something soon Iâm going to finish without you and Iâll make you watch.â
Quietly and under his breath, he utters, âWouldnât be the first time.â
Before you get a chance to spin around and question him on that further, heâs pulled his pants down and your panties to the side. His cock head stretching you open, your fist slams down into the washer as you struggle to accommodate his size. Stuttered gasps and whines leaving you as he presses forward inch by inch. One of your hands has to reach back and rest on his pelvis, stopping him, needing a moment to catch your breath and get used to taking his size.
You pant out to him, âWhâ what did you mean?â
âFffuckââ heâs struggling to maintain focus when youâre gripping him that tightly, âWhat?â
Youâre trying to control your breathing as you ask again, âWhat did you mean by âwouldnât be the first timeâ?â
âDoll, Iâve been in this house since long before you moved in,â he leans down to you, his lips brushing against your ear, âIâve seen you fucking yourself with your toys.â
Involuntary whimper leaving you, your hips rutting back into him, âYouâre such a perv.â
âOh yeah, the fuckin biggest,â he groans at how your pussy flutters around him, âLoved when you would come home high and dry from a date, your cunt drenching your dildo with just how needy you were, squirming in your bed while fucking yourself.â
You hate how turned on you are at the thought of him watching you masturbate, âMove, please.â Hand moving away, giving him room.
Heâs drawing back only to fuck his hips forwards, âHnnnâ and now I get to see how you coat my cock, such a messy fucking thing.â
Tojiâs hips falter at how your cunt sucks him in, so greedy and sopping wet that itâs making his head spin. He canât tell if itâs been too long or if youâve got the best pussy heâs ever fucked but itâs probably somewhere in between and he canât be bothered to think too hard about it right now.
âIs itâ hahâ is it nearly in?â You whine back at him, not sure how much more of him you can fit.
Heâs steadily rocking his cock into you, filling you more each time he thrusts forward, âNotâ not quite.â
Maybe you should let him take the lead with this but youâre impatient and horny and heâs taking too long and you just want him so deep inside you that you feel him in your guts. So, in your fuzzy brain, you decide itâs a good idea to fuck your hips back as he moves forward. He bottoms out, his pelvis slapping into your ass but youâre left breathless, squirming as you grapple with how full of him you are.
âOh my Godâ whatâ why are you soâ hngâ why are you big?â Tears spring to the corners of your eyes, feeling so completely overwhelmed. Pussy twitching around him as your legs shake.
He canât believe youâd done that, letting out a long-drawn-out groan like heâd been gut punched, âFuckâ greedy fucking thing, you couldnâtâ hnnâ couldnât wait for it? Was trying to take it easy on you and your tight little hole.â
His cock is jerking violently inside you, so unbelievably turned on. Your cunt snug around his dick nearly has him believing this is his heaven and youâre his own personal angel. Heâd take it for truth if the sight of your hole stretched around him werenât so sinful, your panties tugged to the side and soaked.
His voice is strained when he checks in, âYou good, doll?â
âMhm, yeah Iâ mmphâ Iâm good,â youâre giving him the go ahead, punctuating your words with your hips wiggling back into him. It almost knocks him out, seeing the way your ass jiggles.
His hands are gripping your hips tight, holding you still as he draws back. His first thrust ruthless, forcing you forward, brain taking a second to realise that the loud moan reverberating in the room was you.
âYouâre gonna be the second death of me,â he says through stifled grunts.
You are completely lacking in any kind of retort to throw back at him, only able to dumbly hum at him so he knows you heard him. The way heâs driving his dick into you has you twitching and scratching at the lid of the washer, almost embarrassed by how drunk on his cock you are.
There are so many thoughts in your head and also none at all, âToji, it feels soâ oh!â feels so goodâ I canâtââ
âYouâre doing so good, taking it all so well,â he sounds wrecked, words breaking off at the end. âPussy so fuckingâ ffuckâ so creamyâ ohhhââ
Tojiâs eyes stay locked on how you take him, chest fluttering at how heâs fucked you open. Cock drenched in your slick, dripping down your legs. So relentless in his pursuit that he just knows your ass is gonna hurt tomorrow from the consistent smack! smack! Of his pelvis slapping into you. Not even a question of if his finger marks will be imprinted onto your hips, the memory of him fucking you so well something heâs not going to let you forget.
He finally has you full and squirming under him, heâs not going to let it be a forgettable experience. Determined to fuck you so good that youâre begging him to do it all over again. He already wasnât going to let you go but especially not now, not when having you feels this fucking divine. The borderline obsession he feels for you growing by the second, fuelled by how pliant you are for him.
All his thoughts are coming a million miles a second, all of them about you and how bad heâs wanted you, how ecstatic he is that heâs finally balls deep inside you. âYouâre so perfect, feel soâ hnngâ feel so perfectââ
âCareful Tojiâ hahâ I might think you like me,â you joke at him.
The smirk heâs wearing can be felt even though you canât see him, his laugh short, âOh I fucking looove you, pretty thing. Youâre never getting rid of me.â
You donât know if that confession is one you can take seriously or if heâs just severely pussy drunk but its effect on you doesnât change, your cunt clamping down around him as your chest stutters. The tears you had been holding back finally slipping down your cheeks, so overwhelmed youâre seeing stars, hell, you might be hearing things.
His hand reaches to your face and squishes your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, pulling you back to him, your back arching lewdly for him. His tongue licking at the tears tracking down your face, âCrying over my dick, doll?â His words are laced with a sickening kind of affection for you, âSo sweet for me.â
His other hand grabs at the bend of your knee, pulling it up. Despite your shaky hands still resting on the washer, all your weight is basically being supported by him. Your head falls back onto his chest He uses the access to kiss you messily, tongue licking at yours, swallowing down the moans you let out.
Still, his hips drill into you, never letting up for even a second. Obscene squelching sounds of him fucking your gooey cunt filling the room, followed by the sharp slaps of skin hitting skin. Your stomach is pulling taut, getting so fucking close to finishing, vision blurred by all the tears in your waterline.
âDonât fight it,â he murmurs into your skin, encouraging you, âLet itâ fuck!â let it happen.â
âFeelsâ feels tooâ ah!â it feels different,â it feels too good, too much, âYou need toÂâ need to stop, it doesnât feel right.â
It sounds like he gets excited, not even a little concerned, âYouâre doing so good, doll.â
âItâs not rightââ
ââItâs fine,â he tries to offer comfort, âTrust me.â
Your legs shake violently, the build-up of your orgasm foreign and like it might have you passing out. As different as it feels, you trust him and let it happen, let yourself get fucked over the edge and into bliss. Your orgasm rips through you, moans tumbling freely and loudly, your body shaking from the force of it. Temporarily it feels like you lose sight, unseeing but feeling your cold tears against your hot cheeks.
Cunt clenching down, hard, on his dick, coating him completely in your cum. Body twitching with the shocks of your orgasm, head full and spinning. With the amount of blood rushing in your ears, you canât hear what heâs saying. Only after a few moments have passed are you able to begin barley making out what heâs saying.
âFffuckâ thatâs it, look at that,â Toji canât hide the absolute pleasure in his voice even if he tried to, completely ecstatic at the sight before him.
Youâre breathless and limp, letting him hold your lower half up, head lolling against his chest. Able to feel the vibrations of his moans against you, in a way itâs soothing to you.
âDoll, look down,â he prompts, hand guiding you down.
You whine in protest but look down anyways, an absolute mess everywhere. Lower halves drenched after your orgasm. âOh myââ when he lets go of your cheeks, your head flops back onto his chest, head spinning.
âHahâ squirted everywhere,â he smiles into your skin, âAll for meâ hnnââ
Heâs in love with the fact heâs managed to get you to cum like that without even really trying, his ego getting a boost he surely didnât need. His own orgasm so close it bites at his skin, his hand gripping your thigh tight, pulling at your flesh. Free hand sliding under your shirt and grabbing at your breast, shamelessly groping you.
Shudders wracking his body as he cums suddenly, almost taken off guard by how quickly it happens. Cock twitching as he dumps his seed deep inside you, taking a moment to breathe before pulling back slowly, watching as his dick leaves you covered in both your orgasms.
Carefully, he places your leg back down on the ground, leaving you to stand on your own only for your legs to wobble and almost give out under you. If Toji hadnât been right behind you, you wouldâve fallen to the floor. He pulls your panties back into place before hoisting you up onto the washing machine, letting you sit while he puts his dick back into his pants.
You watch him move, all dazed and fucked out, pleasantly placated. His eyes meeting yours when heâs fully clothed, a big smile spreading across his face when he sees the mess heâs made of you.
Leaning in towards you, he asks, âStill got that big fat crush on me?â
âUhm⌠I donât knowâŚâ you pretend to think about it, like you donât know if you like him or not.
He gives you a quick and soft kiss, âHow about now?â
âI think⌠maybe,â you smile lazily at him.
His brow raises, âMaybe?â
âYeah⌠definitely maybe still have a big fat crush on you,â you nod once, sure.
Heâs grinning when he sighs, âYouâre unbearable.â
âThatâs my line,â you retort.
Youâre both playing dumb but you both know you got it bad for each other and Toji is not going to let you get away with avoiding him again. Not after heâs gotten a taste of you.
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mentions of: cheating/being cheated on by now ex bf, smut [18 or older], poc!reader, "I'll make you feel better." non quirk au, aged up to 20(reader) and 22(bkg)!
author note: kinda corny because i haven't written for direct characters in awhile but what can you do, thank you @fizziedoodle for the moodboard to go with this!
Bakugou and you have always been best friends. Your parents would babysit for the bakugoâs and vice versa. Even things like playdates and going out to eat. Since about 5th grade, you had been like family.
Or so he had thought. For a long time he just thought of you as someone who needed to be watched overâ someone he needed to take care of. He would stay up late at night during your sleepovers to âprotectâ you from anything that could be hidden in your closet.. He'd snatch your hand whenever crossing the street, he'd just always been someone he wanted to keep safe. He knew that much after witnessing your first few heartbreaks. But even so, his perspective started to change as you both grew older. He's had girlfriends before, duh. But he could never think of you that way.
Could he?
katsuki lets out a drawn out sigh at his own thoughts, running a hand throughout his hair and tossing the remote onto the small coffee table. he stretched his legs, feeling the blood run back into them as they had began to fall asleep from his lounging.
âtch..â he groaned, scratching at his stomach and headed towards the kitchen. he hit his foot on the ground a few times as the pins and needles went away, letting out an annoyed groan. he got even more frustrated at the sound of an unfamiliar knock, stopping his journey to the kitchen to look over at the door. he let very few people know where he live, and even his most frequent visitorâ you, hardly showed up unannounced. he looked over at the kitchen, rolling his eyes and reluctantly walking towards the door. shit like this is what made him a pissy person.
the knock came again, more frantic than the last time. he balled his fits. Who the hell could that be? he thought before opening his mouth to yell, swinging open the door before being forced back by nobody other than.. you?
you.
he quickly looked down at you, rubbing your back instinctively. were you crying??. "Y/n?" he knew that hair from anywhere, the sweet smell of your perfume flooding his nose. he searched for any wounds, confused on why you were at his house so late in the evening. especially crying. you must have been hurt.. was it your face? rough hands go to tilt your head back, holding your cheeks in his palms to check over you.
your face wasn't damaged, but it didn't matter. you were too busy sobbing and pulling away from his hands to hide your face in his chest. you couldn't help it! you were crying so hard in the car you were sure you'd wreck on the way there! this was the third time in about a week or so you had talked to him about your boyfriend, which wasn't often because you didn't want to shove it into your best friend's face that you were taken. you hated when he'd have a girlfriend and boast about her to you. it made your chest ache and anger seethe through your body. you knew it had been some form of jealousy, all of his attention would be off of you for the few weeks that she'd stick around and it was torture. you'd never want him to feel like that.. however, this week was different! it seemed like you were just continuously arguing with your now ex boyfriend and it made your body ache. so much so, that you had to bring it up more than once to katsuki. like the theory that he was cheating, you could feel that.. distance. you just knew it in your gut. the constant change of behavior, always seemingly hiding his phone.. but even in the end, he tried to paint it out like you were the bad guy. for not knocking on his apartment door while some bitch was laying on your side of the bed. what a fucking. asshole. this was not how you wanted to spend your Friday evening after work.Â
bakugo extended an arm to shut the door, keeping the crisp autumn air from entering his warm apartment any more than it already had. "Breathe through yâr damn mouth before ya stop breathing all together. Why the hell are ya cryin? You almost gave me a damn heart attack!"Â
he can't remember the last time you'd cried in front of him, let alone cried to him. you always just kept it together and knew what you were doing. you were so independent, so incredibly smart.. you didn't have time to cry about anything. not that he had known about anyway.
he waddled the few steps to the kitchen as planned, letting you lazily drag your feet between his legs and cling to his torso. he slid his arms under yours to set you atop of the counter, attempting to pull away slowly but you obviously weren't having that. "n/n, drink some water."Â
you had been crying so much you felt like you'd throw up soon, it was like you needed a big stuffed animal to hug or someone to just tell you it'll all be okay. katsuki was your big stuffed animal. anytime you did come into any kind of mishap, he would always be the best at comforting you. making sure you've eaten a genuine meal when sick, letting you sleep on his very comfortable bed just to get a little bit of rest and alone time from the outside world, helping you study... you sniffled, knowing he'd give you as long as you needed but deciding to still let him go. you screamed at yourself to stop crying, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands slowly.
 "Hey. ..drink." you moved a hand away, seeing katsuki hold a bottle a few inches from your face. you took the water from him with a shaky hand and gave it a small sip. you grumble, moving it away from your lips and setting it on the counter to you before his harsh voice spoke up once more.
"I know you aren't dumb, i mean a genuine drink. Not that baby shit." he semi-snatched the bottle up, holding it to your lips once more. he paid you no mind, reaching into the cabinets above you for the hot cheetos he initially wanted. he set the water bottle back down after he knew you had drank a pretty good portion of it, unclipping the chips and leaning against the stove next to you. he watched you shake from your messy breathing, obviously trying to calm down by taking another small drink, holding the bottle to your lips. "What happened. Is it that ugly rat you're with makin you come in here crying??â Here he was, running his mouth again. you hated that he was right.
you shook your head, wiping your tears once more as they still fell from your eyes. "he didn't even care t..that," you hiccuped, trying to keep your voice steady after another sigh. "he didn't care that I found out.!" you knew you were being a little loud, the voice crack that came afterwards didnât help. you were so embarrassed, upset, frustrated.. more frustrated than anything other feeling in the world. you continue to explain what happened, âi got off work early, so i stopped by his house so we could get something to eat,â you ramble, looking over to your best friend as you explained walking in on him through angry sobs.
bakugo on the other hand? looked like he had stopped breathing. ruby eyes staring down at your lap before looking you in the eye to remind you he's listening. they had a small twitch to them, a blank expression in the back of his eyes as if in some sort of thought instead.
but you knew that look.. which makes you remember who exactly you're venting to. someone who would kill for you. you knew that, and you'd kill for him. anytime some little boy would mess with you, he was there to fight them off until you were old enough to do it yourself. you knew that guy was an asshole. another reason you didn't want katsuki to see him or hear about him. he always chews you out for dating "lesser than". partially because hes always felt so.. aggravated. that your boyfriends would get so much more time with you than what he did when you were in a relationship, funnily enough. he never placed it to be jealousy, just wanting his friend back. but he was craving it. he never wanted to seem weird and controlling, his snarky comments were enough to bring you back to your senses.. but all in all, you werenât his. so what did it matter? you go on and on about needing to âgrow through what you go throughâ. it's not like you'd listen when he warns anyway.
you shook your head, quieting down to just sniffles and broken whimpers. there was no point in being upset now, It wouldn't change the way your new ex boyfriend thought. or the way that you thought. maybe you just needed to come to terms with it.. thatâs what you kept trying to make yourself think anyway. you take a deep breath, kicking your feet out and looking up at the ceiling. "would you mind if I stayed for a few hours? I.. I don't really wanna go home you know..?"Â you laugh nervously at your own question, letting your hands smack onto the counter to feel the sting in your palm before looking over at the blond.
he rolled his eyes, letting out a small grumble and wiping a few crumbs off of his shirt. Now wasnât the time to be pissed. he was trying to mature from semi-blinded rage. It was a time to be there for you. "i guess that means stay the night. I know how you are..â although his tone didn't show it, his sly grin let you know he wouldn't be saying âi told you soâ anytime in the near future. good riddance to the bastard anyway. you smiled, watching him calm himself down before helping you off the counter and into the living room. you slide your shoes off at the door, turning to the couch. he had laid the bag of chips on the table to flick through tv channels. after a very short amount of time, he sighed. "Here," he handed you the remote, kicking his feet up onto his coffee table and snatching his chips back up with his clean hand.
you took the remote, sitting slowly and sliding your legs over his lap. you go straight to MAX, your eyes still sore from all the crying. you sniffled, rubbing your eyes some more as you went to your account. you feel him let his hand rest on your knee, rubbing up and down your leg soothingly.
âYou want me to order dinner? I havenât eaten yet..â he watched you switch the television to some common baking show, looking a little annoyed at the host screaming at them through the tv. asifhedoesnâtscreamonthegame
âi don't care, i don't think i can eat anything without getting sick..â you spoke weakly, placing a hand over your stomach. âmy whole body is aching right now.." maybe you were hungry? it's hard to tell after feeling so deflated.Â
but he knew you needed to eat something. he pulled out his phone, going to doordash and shutting his bag of chips. "We can get Wendy's, McDonald's.. Wherever you want. pizza?" he wasn't one for pizza at the moment, he was kinda sick of it considering that's what kirishima always wanted to eat when they were studying. he was more of a burger and french fries kind of guy at the moment.. but whatever you wanted, he would get it for you. even if it was something small like an ice cream sandwich from the gas station up the street. maybe it'd help you feel better.
"mm.. maybe we can eat wendy's? I like their lemonade and their nuggets." you were trying to get out of the mood you were in, thinking about something small to eat. you shouldn't be giving that guy the time of day, let alone any more tears. "we can drive there, we don't have to doordash. it'll be less expensive that way.." you yawned, sliding your legs off of him slowly.
"All right⌠ya sure you want to go out? I wouldn't want you to think everybody's staring at ya.. Especially with all this snot-" he teased, pointing to the bleach stains on your shirt that have been there forever. you had originally been in one of your sleep shirts because you were trying to spend the night at your boyfriend's after dinner⌠ex, boyfriend.
âthen i'll just go get one of your shirts.!" you laughed, getting up and walking to his room. You could hear him laughing as you took off your shirt, throwing it into the hamper. You grabbed one of his old t-shirts, putting it on slowly. you sat on the edge of his bed in front of his mirror, staring at yourself. you couldn't believe how red your eyes were.. how disheveled your hair was/felt like it was. It made you feel like you needed to try to look more.. presentable? maybe it'd help you feel better. You tried to fix your hair as much as you could but it slowly started to irritate you, causing you to rub your eyes and grab a black bonnet from âyour sideâ of his apartment. his house had small reminders of you all throughout it from being around so long. you walk back out, sliding on your shoes on. "come on, let's just go."
he rolled his eyes, getting up and turning off the "If you wanted something to eat you could have just said so when you got here, We didn't have to turn on the TV and all that if we were just going to leave." he put on his shoes, giving you a hard time before resting a hand on your waist. he slid you away from the table, hand lingering a little longer than it needed to but you didn't comment on it. he grabbed his keys, moving to hold the door open for you.Â
âI didn't know you were hungry! Shut up!â you laugh, walking out to his cherry red corvette. He spent a lot of time working on and a lot of money to own in general. The feeling of the fall breeze goes right up your spine and to your hair, relieving some tension that rested in the back of your head. a small beep came from the car, unlocking to let you in. it smelled like familiar cologne.. it was comforting. you spoke up once again once he got in, vermillion eyes already staring back at you.
"May as well put your seatbelt onto 'suki, you drive like a mad man..â you roll the window down, letting the air tingle all over your skin as he pulls out of the parking lot. Â
âYou canât drive any better, thats why your car is parked and we're in mine.â he responds, pulling into the lot of Wendy's since it had been just up the street. he tried to drive more carefully with you in the car once you said that, noticing how lazy his u-turns were and his carelessness for the yellow light. he grumbled, feeling himself zoning out, fighting with his moral sense of being. You had just gotten out of a breakup, what kind of man would he be to try to hit on someone who's obviously hurting? especially you. It was just too risky to even mention the new feeling. no matter how much better he could make you feel.
The car stopped at the speaker, the faint noise of SZA on the radio being turned down to nothing. still in thought, it takes a gentle hand from you to shake him out of it. âdid you hear me âsuki.? i want a chocolate frosty..â your hand stays on his arm, nails lightly scratching at his soft skin to gain his attention.Â
.. you weren't helping. the way you smelled..the lotion you wore causing the car to smell like cocoa butter instead of his Versace. your voice was just something to die for.. the sweetness to your tone, the way you clung onto him whenever you needed something.. it was poison.
he chuckled to himself quietly, staring down at you for a moment before ordering. you look up at him confused, letting it be before being handed all the food. he turned the radio back up before you could even ask, driving back home.Â
It felt unusually quiet between you two. normally you could hear the neighbors blasting music or maybe even their TV whenever katsukiâs wasn't on. but this felt different. It was genuinely quiet in Katsuki Bakugou's home.
â..you want to watch TV or something? âm tired of hearing you chew.â you said jokingly, breaking the silence. your eyes look over at him, seeing he had already been looking at you. his lips parted like he was about to ask a question. but instead, he grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.
âYou chew louder than I do. You probably listeninâ to yourself." he joked, putting on Netflix to have something in the background. he kicks his shoes off, letting them fall at the end of the couch and near the front door before putting his legs back on his coffee table. he ate in his lap, not caring if he made a mess considering he always cleaned up after himself. he looked over at you, seeing you twirl your spoon around instead of actual eating. âNot to be an asshole, but you look exhausted. Dont let that thing get to you so bad.. if you need to lean on me, you can you know.âÂ
you looked over at him, laughing breathlessly and looking back at your nuggets. âi think my eyes are just puffy from crying so much.. I don't think its really botherinâ me anymore..â you say softly, leaning onto him slowly anyhow. you pop your last nugget into your mouth as you continue to watch TV. he let his left arm wrap around you tightly, rubbing your shoulder to remind you that you were safe. he didn't want you to think that he thought you couldn't take care of yourself. or that you're vulnerable, or that you're a big baby. he wanted you to know that he was here for you. even though he told you so.
he glanced down at you, seeing you enjoy the show just fine. he knew he was just worried about you at this point. he finished his own food, scarfing it down like a teenager before looking at the TV again. it's not like you two haven't cuddled before, you guys were horny teenagers once and used to think about each other very obviously all the time. he shared his first kiss with you one summer at the movies.. its just that the stars just weren't aligned for anything else to happen. It always seemed like one of you had a boyfriend or a girlfriend in the way to get to who you both really wanted.
âThanks for letting me spend the night suki, I just don't want to be by myself tonight. I think my apartment is just a little too quiet for me right now.. do you think I should confront him? or should I just act like you never existed. I think I left some of my clothes over there, but other than that- should I do anything..?â you asked as he looks down at you. staring at those beautiful brown eyes and the long lashes. your skin was so smooth, he couldnât help but admire you.
he definitely had a crush on you again, and he couldn't fix it. he knew it was a crush. he just didn't want to believe it. he never wanted to ruin anything between you two. you guys have only gotten into a handful fights the whole time that you've known each other, never been apart for more than a few weeks. nobody knows him like you do, besides maybe his mom. âAre you stupid? Why the hell would you give him the time of day? I'll go over there and grab your stuff with Kirishima. I don't care to walk into the bastard's house. Just stop thinking about him.â he stated the end matter-of-factly.
you look back at him, looking for malice behind what he had said. was he planning on fighting him or was he serious? âAre you sure, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to?â there was a pause shared between you both. the air felt still, almost like no one was breathing. Kirishi
âNo, I don't mind." he tried very hard not to lean into you, wanting to be patient with you.. making a move on you would make him low, wouldnât it? but he could make you feel so much better. especially after everything you've been through. but then he saw you moving up towards him. did you feel what he felt for you?
you knew better than to kiss katsuki, using him as a rebound would be low. you loved him with your entire soul, and yes you've had crushes on him before but that didn't mean he still felt the same way. It had been years since you had ever confessed any kind of romantic feelings to each other. It was a bad idea, but you threw caution to the wind and leaned in for a small kiss as a thank you.Â
or you tried, anyway.
everything had moved so quick. he was already getting a grip on your neck, kissing back greedily. But at the same time, he wanted to be gentle with you. he didn't want to break you more than you had already been broken. he knows how bad days can be. you didn't attempt to pull away whatsoever, enjoying his lips against yours. after a minute or so when you two had lost all oxygen, he pulled away from you. âI'm⌠sorry.? I don't know why I did that?â you look up at him, breathing a bit ragged.Â
âDon't be sorry, dumbass. I wanted to kiss you. Iâve wanted to kiss you.â he says with a smirk, leaning closer to you. He smiled as you two looked at each other for a little bit, attempting to catch your breath before going for round two. He pulls you onto his waist with hardly any effort, resting you closer to his belly button than the real deal. He didn't want you to feel how hard he was from your lips alone.Â
katsuki always been so pretty to you. of course many people probably thought the same. Clear face, soft blonde hair, those eyes. you knew it was definitely too soon to be rushing anything, but somewhere in your body was almost missing a touch you had never truly had. your hips grind against his abdomen slightly, almost as if trying to hide it. you couldn't tell if it was working because you were too busy feeling him shove his tongue down your throat.Â
he gently rubbed your waist, holding it in place after a minute. he pulled away from you slowly, looking down into your pretty brown eyes. âAre you sure that you want to keep going? I don't want you to think I'm some piece of shit trying to take advantage of you.. I really do think you're gorgeous y/n." Which was the truth, he would never want you to think he was some dirtbag. but he's always longed for your touch.. he couldn't help but feel on you.Â
you nodded your head yes, kissing down his neck eagerly just to be pulled away again. âI need you to say it for me, that it's okay. Genuinely, y/n.â
you look down at him, sitting up higher so he knew you were serious. âI promise I'm okay, That this is okay.â You kiss his forehead, feeling him pick you up and heading towards his room. He left the living room the way it was, knowing he'd come back to it.. in an hour or two. He turned the corner of his apartment, opening his door and laying you on his bed gently before beginning to undress himself. You sat up on your elbows, shocked at how quick he was to kiss you. It made you squeal.Â
He let his hands rest at your waist, kissing down your neck and down the middle of your shirt. Or, rather, his shirt. He slid it up and off of your body, looking at your eyes just to make sure you didn't have any visible anxiety. It didn't seem like you did, but he felt his hands start to sweat. He moved his hands to the bed, mumbling something about you looking soft before kissing your chest lightly. Almost as if he couldn't be more gentler with anything else in his life.Â
You let out soft moans, hands tangling into his hair as he kissed you all over. As he worshiped you. You could practically feel how much he loved you, and it was weird. It didn't feel like you'd felt this before? Maybe when you were younger? But not anytime recently. It just always felt like he was obligated to be your friend. You'd known each other so long it would be weird to stop being friends.. But this was definitely more than friends. You grin, causing him to scowl up at you.
âI don't wanna hear it.â He mumbled into your skin before kissing near your navel. Could you tell he was nervous? There's no way you could. Could you? He slid his hands behind your back and undo your bra, feeling you sit up in his arms to help him out.Â
Letting the bra fall off of your shoulders, you threw it to the side of the bed. Katsuki had no shame in staring, looking like a kid in front of a candy store. He stared up at you, drinking in your soft moans before starting back up near your neck. This time, giving you small hickeys on your collarbone and down your stomach. Anytime you'd squirm or giggle out that it was too much, he'd hold your hips down and make you take it. He wanted you to know how much he loves your body. How much you loved you.
You tried to move your hips once more, fidgeting a bit underneath him. You looked down at his perfecttoyou body, scars from soccer and hockey as a teen and so forth. They were all pretty minor but it's still nonetheless pretty hot. He tugged off your pajamas shorts, hand gripping under your thigh to push your leg to your stomach. He rested your thigh on his muscled shoulder, pushing your legs wider as he grabbed the hem of your underwear.
âIs this okay?â You look up at him and nod quickly, feeling starstruck from all the hickeys he left on you. He slowly takes them off, kissing in between your thighs and slowly opening his eyes just a little bit wider at the sight of all of you. He never imagined what it would look like, He always imagined just being inside of you already. But this? Was beautiful. He kissed on the top of your clit, swirling his tongue against it as he pulled your other leg up. his eyes fluttered at your whines, watching you squirm from his teasing but he just wanted to soak in the way that you looked before doing anything else.
âAre you positive you want this?â He asked, face still soaked from before. It made you giggle, seeing how careful he was with you. Not that you hadn't already noticed, but this was sweet. âI don't have to..â He cleared his throat, nerves obviously still there. âI can just keep eating you out.. Doesn't bother me.â He croaked out, trying to sound like the confident man that he was. But you were really fuckin' him up.
âI'm positive I want you to fuck me, âsuki..â You breathe out, sitting up as he set your legs off of his shoulders. He stood up slow, trying to hide a smirk as he slid his pajama pants off. He was very obviously turned on, looking a bit uncomfortable a he removed his boxers.
You smile, kissing his happy trail and down to what you really wanted. His cock twitched at your touched, causing him to cover his face and lean into your hand. You slid his length down your throat almost tauntingly, it made his head spin and the only thing he wanted to hold was a fist full of your hair. it made you gag, tugging on his arm as he quickly let go. You pull away, coughing as drool spilled from your lips.Â
He snickered at the sight, moving you to lay on your back as he climbed over you. âYou're lucky I want this pretty pussy instead..â He moved your legs back to his shoulders, this time to press you in half. He smiled lazily at you, watching how you cried out when he pushed his tip inside of you. He let out a gruttled sigh in relief, bottoming out inside of you.
Your back arched as much as it could into his touch, panting into his ear with jumbled words of âmoreâ and âthank youâs. He was a lot bigger than you had assumed, causing your thighs to twitch from how much it was.Â
He held your hips, moving your legs closer up his shoulders so he didn't have to hold them for you. He moved back slowly, giving you a few thrusts to get used to the length before moving. âI'll always make you feel better. Not like you need anyone el.. else anyway.â He grumbled out, leaving peppery kisses on your jaw line. You laugh in your head at his words, trying to muffle your moans into his shoulder.
He notices, aimlessly slamming into you. âNu uh, brat. I wanna hear you, I wanna hear how you take it so good for me,â He leans away from your body, watching your legs shake near his chest as you locked your ankles behind his head. you couldn't stop moaning, whining about him being so far away from you.Â
âJust like that. Good girl.. Tell me what you want, baby..â He coaxed, watching your eyes prickle with tears as you ask to cum. âAlready?â He chuckles, moving deeper into you. He stared at you in complete awe, rubbing over your clit messily to help you along faster.
âCome on, Make a mess on my damn hand. Tell me how good I'm doing..â He was getting close himself, voice cracking and movements getting sloppier. You whine, body pulling him as close as possible before creaming against his cock. Everything was so sensitive and he was still going. He moved from your clit, bringing the mess on his fingers to your lips. âSuck.â
you were having a hard time but you did it anyway, managing to bring him to the edge just as quick as you. you could feel heat fill in your stomach, nails scratching at him to grab at what you could as you rode out your highs together. You felt like the room was spinning, feeling him pull out sloppily. He rested your legs back onto the bed, snickering and grabbing the tissue on his bedstand. He left the room a moment, coming back with a rag to wipe you off with.
âS..Sorry, You okay?â He asks, head tilted to the side as he asked with genuine concern. You nod, feeling your body burn as you took the rag and cleaned up. âYou can shower first, I donât care to wait..â He spoke up again, looking away from you to give you some privacy after previously knocking the mario coins out of you.
a/n: THIS IS SO OLDDDDAHHHH I'm so glad I'm finally done the idea has been sitting for too long. hopefully I executed it right ik the end probably looks rushed đ
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i think it's interesting that edwin attracts lonely people.
-the cat king has seemingly never had a real substantial relationship. he lives his lives playing tricks and games, not actual connections
-monty literally only ever spoken to one (1) other person, and that's his fucked up mother familiar mommy situationship that he needs, like, so much therapy to unpack
-simon, maybe the only other gay kid in this boarding school, completely isolated from his peers by virtue of his identity and society and shame
-niko, who has been hiding in her room, avoiding other people for months out of grief and something larger (the inherent unavoidable devastation of growing up alone)
-and, of course, charles. charles, who died alone. charles, one of the only non white kids at that boarding school. charles, who's dad didn't love him and who's mom didn't say anything. charles, who flirts with every girl he meets. charles, who would follow him to the end of the earth but won't ever talk about his feelings because he's brills, mate, aces. charles, who spent his entire life alone and now won't spend a minute of his afterlife alone
i dunno. i think it's interesting. edwin, who we know is lonely, attracts other lonely people.
and, not to overstep my bounds as a silly little person on tumblr, but i think it's interesting that the show has attracted a lot of lonely people, too. and i think there's a lot of reasons for that. the target demographic is teenagers & young adults, a notoriously lonely group. the show features a lot of minority characters, which will attract minority audience members, and often people who are a part of a minority feel lonely and different from the people around them. the show is about friendship and found family, and i think that attracts a lot of lonely people. shit, i'm lonely, and i was drawn to this show. yes, for the incredible music and acting and cinematography, but also because the themes are so fundamentally resonant and raw.
and THAT is why dead boy detectives is an important show. because it is a show for the lonely and the grieving and the lost. AND it is a show for the hopeful and the learning and the coping. it is a show for people who have their shit together, and people with no shit together, and people who don't even know their shit is spilt all over the floor. this show MATTERS because it speaks to the fundamental devastation in human existence AND it finds the beauty to celebrate. it says, yes, loss is horrible and life altering, and you will be okay. yes this will be awful but you will carry on. and that is SO important. do you understand how important that is?? because everyone, everyone goes through loss and change and hardships. everyone. it is a show for lonely people! and we're all fucking lonely, aren't we? isn't part of the human condition just being lonely??
dead boy detectives is a show for people wronged by men. it is a show for people coated in grief. for people who are dealing with their sexuality late in life. for people with fucked up parental relationships. for people who date as a distraction. for people who are doing great and just like a silly little ghost show! for people not doing great but trying their best anyway. most of all, it is a show for lonely people.
just. FUCK! this show MATTERS! this show MEANS SOMETHING to SO many people!! including me!!! it matters to ME!!!! and i will continue yapping about it, even if it's just into the void!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BOXER ETHAN HEADCANNONS
This has been on my mind for so long. Shoutout to the people who gave me some ideas đ sorry for being short. I couldn't think of any [plus it's late and I haven't posted anything in a few days]
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Ethan found an interest in boxing the year before he met you. He didn't mention that much, but when you came over to his dorm, you found his gloves and became obsessed.
He always has bruises on his knuckles.
Sometimes, if he's having a rough day and you haven't heard from him, usually due to arguments with his dad, you'll always find him at the rink.
The first time you visited him, he was fighting with another boxer. You sat at a bench watching him. Seeing him move so quickly was so mesmerizing.
On days he loses his matches, he will come back to his or your apartment so frustrated. You would help him out by making him feel good, but it was never enough.
He would then just become a different person and take his frustration out on you, but still be very sweet about it. "Fuck, baby making me feel so good. Taking me so well, look at you. You like it when I'm this, don't you?"
Everynow and then his walls would slowly have new posters to hide the fact that he punched some holes in them.
When you hang out, he will do his workout sometimes, and afterward, his hair will be sticking to his forehead. He'd be out of breath and sweaty. You never mind that look on him, though.
Once he's done with his workout, he would stand in front of the mirror and flex. Then, he would run to you and flex so you could touch his muscles. He always gets excited when he sees improvement.
"Do you feel that?"
"I do! Wow, look at you!"
One day, he forgot his water bottle at your apartment, so he asked you to bring it by. He was already in the rink, all sweaty and punching at his opponent. After his match, when he saw you, his face would light up.
"There you are, baby," he would then kiss you very passionately, not caring if the other saw.
Sometimes, when you're making food, he will just stand there and fake punch at you, and sometimes he really will punch you but not forceful. It would be the lightest tap ever.
You would ask about boxing all the time, which led him to show you some moves. He couldn't help himself in the end, but seeing you all serious and doing something he loves just turned him on.
After tournaments, you would wait for him to take a shower. The others would be gone by now, so you waited in the lobby. But you noticed a text from him asking you to come to the locker rooms.
He would then convince you to have a quicky. "That's it baby, fuck you feel so good"
Sometimes, when he's bored, he will sit there and just punch at your legs. Not hard or anything, just tap them mainly and make sound affects. "Psh boom pow bam psh"
On bad days, you would have to patch him up. His dad would get into his head, which made him doubt himself in boxing. "I know your dad says shit all the time, and he's wrong every single time. Do what you love! Don't listen to him, even if that means cutting him out of your life. If boxing makes you happy, do it!"
You would have so many first aid kit supplies, mainly for his knuckles, because he would split them so often.
Manz treats you so well!!
He will spoil the shit out of you! When winning matches, he always wins some cash, and more than half always goes to you!
He has this routine before a match, and if he doesn't kiss you, he believes he doesn't have good luck.
If he hadn't gotten a hair cut in a while and his hair was grown out, he'll let you braid his hair before he went to the gym.
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LOGAN HOWLETT - DEFEND YOUR HONOUR
A/N: And another one-shot with my precious Logan. This has angst and some fluff. Enjoy!
Pairing:Â Logan Howlett x Mutant! female reader
Warning:Â angst, some fluff
Words:Â 3700+
Important note:Â Hugh Jackman!Wolverine (which means he's tall as fuck!)
FULL MASTERLISTÂ |Â LOGAN HOWLETT MASTERLIST
LOGAN HOWLETT - DEFEND YOUR HONOUR
It was a wild, exhausting day. Well, more like five days. The last time I visited my parents was almost a year ago. They knew nothing about my new life, only the lies I told them. Thatâs why I didnât have time to see them as often as they wanted to.Â
I missed them. Thatâs why I came back. I thought my short vacation with them in my home town would be without incidents and fights. Oh how wrong I was.Â
It was eleven in the evening. I was sitting on the front porch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. The night was cold. Autumn hit with full force. I wished I could return to the place where I felt more at home. Unfortunately, the school was over four hours drive away from my hometown.Â
I had my phone in my hands, contemplating whether to call the person who could make me smile or not. My eyes were on the contact name, and I was not sure whether to press the button or forget about it and head back to bed. It was too late for a phone call even when I knew heâd be up. After a couple of deep breaths, I decided to tap the screen and call my boyfriend Logan.Â
<< Hey baby.Â
Hearing his voice made me smile. Logan picked up the call quickly. âHi. I hope I didnât wake you up.âÂ
<< No, of course not. Iâm reading that book you got me before you left. Damn, good choice, baby.Â
I laughed. âYeah, itâs that good? Glad you like it. Maybe Iâll get you to read more. Even if they are historical memoirs or anything that has to do with history. We could start our own club, just the two of us.â I heard him laugh. Quickly, he changed the topic.
<< So, howâs the visit going? Everything good?Â
I sighed, not knowing what to say to him. I didnât want to complain. I already told him something about my parents - how they treat me even when they care about me. My relationship with my family was complicated. âItâs okay,â I said simply. âItâs okay. Really, okay.â
<< One more and Iâll believe ya.
âIt is what it is. I always believe itâll be better and itâs not,â I admitted. âOnly two more days and Iâll head to the mansion. I have the bus tickets and everything planned to get back.âÂ
<< What happened, darlinâ? You know you can talk to me.
âI know,â I kept shaking my head, nodding to no one. âI just donât want to complain. I hate complaining. Iâm a big girl. I can handle it.âÂ
<< I get that you hate it. But maybe itâs time you did complain a little. I am here for you, darlinâ. Iâll listen and we can talk about it. I donât want you to feel miserable. Just⌠canât believe you decided to visit them when they treat you like shit.Â
He was right. They always treated me like shit. As an only child, I was the black sheep of the family. Or they saw me as one. My parents didnât mind ridiculing me in front of our other relatives or their friends. Even as an adult, they continued to do this to me. I was dumb enough to let them.Â
<< Tell me what happened, Y/N.
âWe visited my relatives, my fatherâs sister, and they all ganged up on me,â I said. My voice was low. I whispered most of the time, not to wake anyone up.Â
I didnât trust anyone from my family. They didnât know I was a mutant, where I was working or that I saved the day multiple times since becoming an X-man. They lost my trust the moment they decided to invade my privacy as a teen and snoop around my messages, diaries and stuff. It wasnât just that. I was ridiculed for liking books, and for being too excited about the little things in life. My taste for music was weird and laughable. My lack of interest in boys was concerning. It was a whole story.Â
âMy friend and I wanted to go to a concert in a few months. I got excited someone wanted to attend with me - no, baby, you donât listen to that kind of music -Â and they decided to make me feel miserable for my excitement,â I explained.Â
<< Darlinâ, why do you always let them do this to you?Â
âBecause I am dumb,â I rolled my eyes. âBecause I hate fights and any type of quarrels. I donât like conflicts.âÂ
Logan knew I never mentioned to my family that I was seeing someone. I wasnât ashamed of the relationship - the opposite, honestly. My family didnât deserve to know anything about me.Â
<< I think itâs time you cut contact with them. I know it sounds horrible when I say it. As If I tried to influence you in some way. Just, fuck, I hate when they make you miserable. Baby, to me, it seems like they donât care and donât give a shit about your well-being.Â
I knew he was right. And yet, I was afraid to do that step. âThey are my parents-â
<<Whom treat you like shit, Y/N. I am so fucking angry at them. I should have come with you. Iâd be there to teach them a fucking lesson about respecting the woman I love.Â
Those words made me smile. Never in my life have I had someone to defend me like Logan would. The grump, my grump, was there for me when no one was. He was mine for over a year now.Â
âYou love me, yay,â I said happily.Â
<< Baby, you know damn well I love you. I should have been there tonight. I should have been there to let them know how shitty they are.Â
I hummed. âThatâs okay. I know youâd defend my honour. And I love you for that. I need to survive two more days before I head back to school. The bus drive will be the best thing from this trip.âÂ
<< The school is your home. So, come back home. Change the bus tickets and leave. I want you here with me, darlinâ.Â
âNo,â I shook my head. âThat would be rude. I need to toughen up and survive these last two days. Afterwards, Iâm done. Besides, I donât have a good emergency story.âÂ
<< You donât need one.Â
âLogan, come on,â I sighed. âIâll be back in two days. I miss you. Canât wait to be with you. Iâm staying.â
<< Miss you too, darlinâ. Two fucking days.
I had to laugh. He was cute and he didnât know that. After that, we ended the call. I remained sitting on the porch swing, looking at the silent street. Everyone was asleep. The whole neighbourhood calmed down as their residents rested for the night.Â
The air got colder, so I moved from the porch, back to my old room and headed to bed. What if I was exaggerating the problem with my parents? What if it was me creating conflict when there wasnât any? With a heavy sigh, I went to bed.Â
The next day was a chaos. Around lunch, my fatherâs aunt and her family came to the house. âDidnât your mother tell you? Weâll have lunch together and we wanted to be with you some more before you leave again,â my aunt chuckled at her words.Â
âGreat,â I said, but I wasnât thrilled at all.
Her kids were loud, spoilt brats. Theyâd let them do anything they wanted. It pissed me off. I knew they were my cousins. Unfortunately. As much as I wanted to teach them a lesson and tell them no, their mother would always allow everything.Â
Both boys were running around the house, screaming and throwing toys around. To calm them down, they got tablets to do whatever they wanted -Â a movie, a game? Why not both?Â
Logan was right. I should have left. I didnât want to spend the rest of the day with them. And with lunch approaching, I knew it would be a stressful one. All the yelling, the bitching and moaningâŚ
We were about to head to the dining table when we heard the doorbell ring once the food was ready to be served. âIâll get it,â I said. I was the closest to them.Â
As I walked to the door, I put my hair in a messy bun, to keep them away when Iâd eat. I expected to see a neighbour or another family member that I wasnât interested in seeing. When I opened the door, I gasped.
âHey, darlinâ.âÂ
Logan was leaning against the doorframe. He had black sunglasses on his face, dressed in those damn jeans and a green-blue flannel shirt. A brown leather jacket was resting on his shoulders. Dressed to kill⌠me. Fuck. He looked hot.
âHoly shit, what are you doing here?â My eyes widened, lips twitched because they wanted to curl into a smile. I grabbed him by the leather jacket to pull myself closer to him. He smelled like cigars and nice minty body spray.Â
âI came to rescue my princess from this hellhole,â he said, voice firm and serious.Â
I coughed. âWhat? Baby, weâre having an unexpected family lunch,â I made a face. âHoly shit, I canât believe you are here,â I hummed with a smile. âWait, did you ask Charles to help you get here? You went through my file!âÂ
âI needed to get here somehow,â said Logan innocently. âAnd it seems I am on time for lunch. I am starving.â
My mouth dropped to the floor when I heard him say that. I wanted to say something, anything. Unluckily, my mother decided to make herself present by approaching us. âOh, hello, is everything okay?â she asked us.Â
Logan put down his glasses and grinned at my mother. âI came to see your daughter.âÂ
âOh?âÂ
I looked up at the ceiling, cursing mentally. I felt stress crawl up my back. Not because Logan decided to show up. It was my motherâs subtle reactions. How her brows rose, how I could sense the tension in her body. Or was it thrill?
âThis⌠is⌠Logan,â I lazily turned to my mother. âHeâs my boyfriend.âÂ
âYou have a boyfriend?!â she squealed. âAnd you didnât tell us?â It seemed she was offended. âYou never tell us anything! Ah! This is a big deal. Oh my god!â
Deep breath in and slow exhale. I did it multiple times. Immediately, Logan approached me as I tried to calm myself down. He rested his hand on my lower back.Â
One last deep breath. âUh, weâll be right there. I need to talk to Logan for a moment, okay?âÂ
My mother nodded, grinning like a maniac. She clapped her hands and ran back to the dining room. I knew she would let her mouth run wild and comment on what she saw. Lunch was about to turn into a nightmare.Â
âYou okay, baby?â Logan asked me gently.Â
I pushed him outside and closed the door behind us. I was panicking a little. âThis day is crazy,â I mumbled. âOh my god.â I panicked a little.Â
As I got closer to Logan, he wrapped his arms around my body, pressing me to his chest. âEverything will be fine,â he assured me. âYou angry at me?âÂ
âNo,â I said. âQuite the opposite. Iâm glad you are here,â I inhaled his scent which helped me calm down a bit. âFuck, you are like a gift from heaven. I should have listened to you and headed back to school. Iâve been receiving shit since the very morning. And now, my aunt and her family are here and⌠I want to run away.âÂ
He pressed a kiss on top of my head. âSo, letâs go. Fuck them,â he said. âIâll get your stuff and we are out of here.âÂ
âItâs not that easy,â I sighed.Â
He growled, thinking. âOkay, listen to me,â he pushed me enough to look into my face. âHereâs the deal. One shit, one stupid thing from them, we are out. I donât give a shit they are your family. They will not disrespect you. I wonât allow that.âÂ
I didnât have the chance to say something. Logan took my hand and led me back into the house. He trusted his instinct which led him to a room filled with my family members. The moment we stepped into the dining room, all eyes were on us.Â
First came the introductions. My father tried to be intimidating. My uncle used his dumb intelligent humour to impress Logan. Neither of us found it funny. My aunt was too touchy. I wanted to step on her foot for that. My cousins didnât give a shit. They were interested in their mobile games.Â
âHow long have you been together?âÂ
It was the first of many questions. Logan and I sat next to each other. My mother brought a plate for him. One of his hands found my thigh, squeezing it reassuringly. âItâs been over a year now,â he said, voice low and gruff.Â
âWhere did you meet?â my aunt asked.Â
âAt work,â I said quickly. âWe work in the same building.âÂ
âReally?â My father didnât believe that. âHe doesnât look like someone who would work in a big corporate company.â
âDad!â I glared at him.Â
No one knew what I was, what was my real job. I told them a story about my life in New York, working for a big company. For them, I was the daughter who moved to New York. I wasnât the mutant, the whiny girl they used to call me. Of course, Logan knew it all.
My aunt eyed Logan once more. âThey take you seriously with that hair?â she asked him.Â
My eyes almost popped out of my head. I couldnât believe she dared to say it. âExcuse me?â was all I got out of my mouth.
And it got worse.Â
âWe always believed our Y/N would move to Europe and live her life there. Empty promises how sheâd become a writer, leave the country and live a better life,â my mother laughed. âWe believed she would be the one to leave the county and do great things. And here we are.âÂ
âStill canât believe she didnât settle down. But what do you want from someone whoâs not fond of kids? She always hated kids, so be prepared she wouldnât want a family with you,â said my aunt.Â
âShe never went to college. She lied to us about applying, her interest in decusation.âÂ
âAlways complaining and crying.âÂ
âShe was a sensible child.â
âShe suffered from depression and anxiety.â
Logan smashed a hand against the table. All the plates and cutlery rang. I closed my eyes, ready to release my last breath from all the humiliation. My family went rampage - saying shit that even they knew was not true. But here we were.Â
âEveryone shut your goddamn mouths,â he snarled, slowly rising from the table. âShe is your goddamn daughter and youâve been treating her like shit the moment I sat behind this damn table. How the fuck do you think you make her feel?âÂ
âLanguage!â my aunt glared at him. âChildren are present.â
âI donât give a fuck about your two spoilt bastards,â Logan glared at her. âYou canât even make them put the damn tablets down while eating.â
âWho do you think you are?â my mother asked. She was offended by Loganâs behaviour.Â
âI am the guy who needs to put you in your fucking place. You do not respect your daughter and you keep humiliating her in front of me. Instead of saying something nice, something positive, youâve been running your mouth off with a lot of bullshit and I am sick of it.âÂ
Logan grabbed me by my arm and helped me get up. I barely listened to a word they all said. My mind was spiralling. I felt like the biggest loser, the black sheep of the family. Someone who shouldnât be born.
âDonât you fucking dare say one more word about her,â Logan spat at them. âOr I swear, I will make your lives miserable. Sheâs the most amazing woman in this godforsaken world. She means the world to me. Sheâs the definition of goodness, kindness and love. And fuck, I donât deserve her. But I will defend her and show her how worthy of love she is because it seems you never loved her in the first place!âÂ
Silence. Everyone was glaring at Logan, shocked by the words he said. As if they all forget how to speak.Â
âY/N? How can you be with this rude man?âÂ
âRude?â I raised a brow. âYouâve been rude to me the whole week I was here. Logan defended me when no one else did. Even I couldnât stand up for myself and send you to hell and back! You are the rude here, not him.âÂ
âThatâs not true,â my uncle chimed in.
I got up from the table. âIâm gonna go pack and weâll be on our way.âÂ
âIâll wait for you in the car,â said Logan, quickly pressing a kiss to my temple as I walked by him.Â
The packing took me less than five minutes. I threw everything into my suitcase. I made sure I had my documents. The moment I got downstairs with my belongings, my mother was the first by my side.Â
âYou canât be serious,â she said.Â
âI am.â
âAnd with that man?â
I stopped and glared at her. My feelings were battling inside of me. I wanted to scream, shout nasty words and throw a tantrum like a child would. However, I would never do that. I hated conflicts. I hated this moment.
âBye, Mother,â I said and left the house.Â
Once I stepped out of the house I grew up in, I felt relief and grief. A chapter, that was supposed to end sooner, finally closed. It was not a happy ending, but it had to happen to move on. Without Loganâs help, I wouldnât be able to do that. Thank god he came here so unexpectedly. He got my back.
Logan was leaning against the car, cigar in his mouth. When I approached him, he took my suitcase and put it inside the car.Â
âThanks,â I whispered.Â
I ended up in his tight embrace. The cigar long forgotten. He had to put it off on his hand. âCome on, beautiful. Letâs get going.âÂ
âTake me home,â I said with a broken voice.Â
âHome?â I knew he was smiling when he said that.
âYes,â I nodded. â Like you said - the X-mansion is my home. You are my home. Not this, not here.âÂ
Logan lifted my head by pressing a finger under my chin. Our eyes met. âIâm sorry they never treated you right. Iâm sorry they saw you as something damaged, broken, now worthy of their timeâ He took a deep breath. âIâll do everything to show you, that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. YouâŚâ Logan sighed. âYou are the love of my life.âÂ
âLogan,â I gasped. We told each other many times the three beautiful words. This was something new, deep. It was an undiscovered territory that didnât feel intimidating.Â
His lips found mine in a simple kiss. I tasted the cigars and the coke he had during unfinished lunch. It was perfect. Like a definition of our relationship. âLetâs get you home, darlinâ.âÂ
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THE ALCHEMY
pairing. tyler owens x booneâs sister! reader
summary. the reunion of you and your high school sweetheart, years after your split, brings back all those long-lost feelings you tried to bury. (based off of taylor swift's "the alchemy")
warnings. ex-high school sweetheart tyler owens. fem!reader. reader was a pageant queen. bull rider tyler lives rent-free in my head (I need to write more bc oof...). a little bit of angst but with a happy ending!
word count. 5.3k || masterlist
âWhat if I told you Iâm back?... I circled you on a map⌠I havenât come around in so long, but Iâm coming back so strong.âÂ
The sweet smell of rain filled your senses the second you stepped out of your car. The gray sky overhead spat little droplets onto the red dirt road, instantly causing the dirt to stick to your boots. You pulled your jacket closer to your body as the wind picked up.
âWe couldnât have met up at a gas station or something?â you shouted, cupping your hands around your mouth to draw the attention of the group huddled around a red pickup truck parked off to the side of an empty road, which was split between two freshly planted fields.Â
âOh, shit!â A wide grin broke out on your brotherâs lips as he rushed towards you. He tackled you in a hug that quickly became him hooking an arm around your neck as he brought his knuckles down against the top of your head, screwing up your hair. With a huff, you shoved him off, playfully punching him in the arm as you mirrored his smile.Â
âYou could have at least told me weâd be meeting up in the middle of bumble-fuck,â you said.Â
Boone rolled his eyes. âEverywhere around hereâs bumble-fuck,â he said. âWeâre waiting for a storm to come through here and the closest building is school fifteen miles north.âÂ
You didnât get a chance to say anything else before it was Lilyâs turn to tackle you in a hug, nearly knocking you to the ground. The rest of the Wranglers surrounded you excitedly, all talking over each other, but you had gotten good at following their chattiness from the years Boone had been a part of the internet famous storm chasing group.Â
âI canât believe Boone finally talked you into chasing with us,â Dani said.Â
âHe didnât tell me you guys were chasing this weekend until I landed,â you replied, glaring slightly at your brother. âIt felt too late to back out.âÂ
âDamn right!â Boone said, slinging an arm around your shoulder. âYouâre gonna love it; right, Ty?âÂ
Compared to him in the groupâs livestreams, Tyler Owens stood unusually quiet and lingered back in the group that swarmed you. Since you often tuned into their streams, he didnât look too different, but it had felt like a lifetime since youâd seen him in person. The last time you met his gaze, he had just hit his last growth spurt as high school neared the end. He wore his tattered cowboy hat nearly every day and the same old pair of boots that you used to get excited about when you saw them discarded in your mudroom. The Tyler looking at you now was grown and broad, in a new hat and boots.Â
âYeah,â Tyler answered, sending you a quick, unsure smile.Â
You returned it before turning to Boone. âGreat. Can you help me with something first?â He nodded and followed you back to your car. You opened the driverâs side door and pretended that you really did need your brotherâs help. âDid you not tell him I was coming?âÂ
Boone sucked air between his teeth, his tell-tale sign that you were right, but he was going to try to lie about it. You glared at him, and he sighed. âNo, not exactly. Not until this morningâŚâÂ
âBoone!â you groaned. It was one thing being in awkward proximity to your high school sweetheart, it was another when he had no idea you were coming to crash his party. You two had kept it weird but civil, considering Tyler and Boone were best friends and had been since the day they met at the county fair, but you two had grown exceptionally good at avoiding each other, up until then.Â
âIâm sorry! But you already planned to come out this weekend and Mother Nature had her own plans. Itâs been years, canât you two just get along?���Â
It was more complicated than âgetting along.â You could get along with Tyler, probably pretty easily if you had let his presence slip from your mind since you ended things with each other before you split up for college. But you still found him stupidly charming through your screen; seeing him in person was a different ball game. You never outgrew the space you had carved out in your heart for him, and it was embarrassing.Â
âIâm sure we can get along just fine,â you said. âBut that doesnât make it any less weird.â For you, probably not for Tyler. He seemed to be doing rather well for himself. If you were being honest with yourself, he probably hadnât thought about you in years, not too deeply anyway. You were just some girl he dated in high school and the sister of his best friend who never came around anymore.Â
âIf it feels weird, just make that weird face you do when Grandad makes a bad joke and Iâll try to buffer it out.âÂ
You rubbed your temples. âFine,â you huffed, peering around the door at the group invested in their conversation. You looked at Tyler, standing with his hands on his hips and a small, genuine smile on his lips as he listened to his friends. You couldnât help the memories the sight of him dredged up.Â
âCall the amatures and cut âem from the team. Ditch the clowns, get the crown. Baby, Iâm the one to beat.âÂ
Cotton candy was sticky on your fingers as you plucked it from the stick. You resisted the urge to wipe them off on your brand-new dress, knowing your mom would have a fit even, though it was impossible to stay clean while doing your duties strolling around the fairgrounds, greeting guests, and getting pictures taken. A sash was placed across your chest, sparkly and bright, declaring you the winner of Fair Queen, a beauty pageant youâd been dreaming about since you were a little girl in 4-H, watching the pretty girls up on stage in their gowns and cowgirl boots.Â
You walked with pride, head held high to keep your crown upright and a smile stuck on your lips. Just as you finished your cotton candy, you spotted your older brother set up a picnic table. He was with another boy, the two talking excitedly to each other despite you never having seen the kid he was talking to before. He sat opposite of Boone, dressed in a dirty pair of boots and a hat that covered wild blond hair that poked out from underneath.Â
You absentmindedly fixed your hair, as you had been doing all day in the summer heat, before heading towards them. The blond spotted you first, sitting up a little straighter.Â
âBoone,â you called out, gaining your brotherâs attention. He waved at you with a mouth full of pizza. You noticed the spread of food between the two boys. âYou didnât spend all of momâs money, did you?âÂ
He winced, swallowing his bite and slowly pushing a half-eaten basket of fries toward you. âI saved you theseâŚâ You narrowed your eyes, and he threw his hands up in defense. âYouâre fair royalty! I didnât know you had to pay for food!âÂ
âIâm not the queen of England,â you said.Â
âHere,â the blond piped up, holding up a fresh slice of pizza. You looked at him, confused and a little dazzled by his soft smile and the smear of dirt across his cheek. You knew for sure heâd never hung around your brother before because youâd remember a face like that. The boys at school and that your brother hung around werenât nearly as cute as the blond cowboy.Â
âWhat?â you said after a beat too long.Â
âYou can have it; we canât let the royalty starve, now can we?âÂ
You felt heat rush to your face but played it off with a shake of your head. âNo, itâs okay.âÂ
âTechnically, I think itâs yours. Boone bought it for me. Besides, I gotta get back. My dad will have my ass if I skip out on feeding the bullsâŚagain.â The blond all but shoved the pizza into your hands.
Boone groaned dramatically. âAw man, I was gonna say we should try to sneak onto the rides.âÂ
The blond grinned, standing up and stretching his lanky limbs. He was a head or two taller than your brother, and you noticed the paper pinned to the back of his shirt.Â
âYouâre one of the bull riders?â you asked, an impressed tone dripping into your voice.Â
The blond adjusted his hat before he tipped it in a nod. âYes, maâam. Tyler Owens,â he said, stretching out his hand toward you. A little too quickly, you shook his hand, matching his toothy grin.Â
âItâs nice to meet you,â you said.Â
âRight back at âcha, your highness,â he teased before turning to Boone. âIâll be here all week. When Iâm not practicing for the rodeo next weekend, Iâll get us those wristbands for free.âÂ
Boone gasped. âYou got a double agent carnie?âÂ
Tyler laughed, patting Boone on the shoulder before he started walking away. You smiled sillily down at the slice of pizza in your hand, knowing there was no way that cowboy would leave your mind any time soon.Â
âWhat if I told you weâre cool? That childâs play back in school, is forgiven under by rule.âÂ
As terrifying as it was, you had to admit, storm chasing was incredibly thrilling. Boone had been doing it for years, but you never tagged along. Youâd been taught to run away and shelter in the face of storms, but that didnât stick for Boone like it had for you.Â
Racing down the backroads in the back of Tylerâs truck, you found yourself incredibly stressed and entertained at the same time. From the front seat, your brother hollered as he live-streamed, clearly having the time of his life.Â
Tyler stopped on top of a hill, throwing the truck into park before everyone rushed out to snap some pictures as the tornado raged on across the wide-open fields. The deep gray clouds were captivating, swirling around in a dangerous but beautiful display. It hurried further from where you stood, taking your anxiety along with it. You held your camera up to your face, capturing the moment in a way youâd never before.Â
You laughed in disbelief, riding a kind of adrenaline high that made you begin to understand why Boone loved chasing. âThat was incredible!â you said, a little breathless.Â
âDid it live up to your expectations,â Tyler asked, appearing beside you. You faltered, seeing him face to face up close. He had the same smile, one that made him look freshly seventeen again. Only he was no longer the lanky kid who used to pick you flowers before every date and entertained your family game nights with zero complaints. It was a hard pill to swallow, especially standing in front of him, but you didnât really know that Tyler Owens. The internet-famous Wrangler was worlds away from the rodeo star you used to know like the back of your hand.Â
âYeah,â you replied, voice soft in the afternoon air. He turned his gaze out over the expanse of field that started at the bottom of the hill and stretched beyond what your eyes could see, staying quiet as the rest of the Wranglers excited chatted somewhere behind you guys. You didnât look at him either, focusing elsewhere while your mind conjured up the pretty little memories of you and Tyler from high school against your wishes. âIâm sorry Boone forgot to tell you I was coming.âÂ
Tyler was quiet for a moment, letting out something between a sigh and a chuckle. âI donât think he forgot. I think he thought Iâd tell him not to bring you.âÂ
âWould you have?âÂ
You felt his eyes shift onto the side of your face, and you turned your head. âNo, âcourse not.âÂ
Relief flooded your chest. You didnât know why it was important to you if Tyler wanted you around or not. In hindsight, you had dated years ago, back when you were kids, so it probably hardly counted as a real relationship in his head. But it was more than that to you. As silly as it sounded, youâd always hold a soft spot for Tyler. Thatâs why you tried to avoid him face-to-face. It made you feel weird, plucking at the abandoned teenage heartstring you once tied to him.Â
âThese blokes warm the benches. Weâve been on a winning streak. He jokes that itâs heroin, but this time with an âeâ.âÂ
The fair week raged on in a wonderful storm of non-stop chaos and action. You were there every day, dressed up all pretty with a sash and a crown, grinning from ear to ear at every little kid who tugged on the skirt of your dress to get a picture and front row of every competition.Â
When you eventually got a little downtime from your queenly duties, you met up with your brother, who had resorted to hanging out at the grandstands. He didnât technically need to be at the fair all day, every day like you did, but he was your ride. Instead of making trips back and forth, he used you as if free entry into the grounds and spent his days bouncing between the food stands and his new friend, Tyler Owens. When Tyler was busy practicing for the big rodeo on the very last night of the fair, Boone cheered him on from the bleachers.Â
âHowâs he lookinâ today,â you asked, taking a seat beside Boone.Â
âA shoo-in for stayin on that son-of-bitch the longest, which I think is the point but to be honest I havenât been paying that much attention. Did you know all elephant ears are half-price if you order a lemonade? Itâs a steal,â he said before taking an obnoxiously large bite, letting the cinnamon sugar spill onto his lap.Â
You rolled your eyes before you turned your attention to Tyler. He was standing against the fencing, listening to the man beside him talk, who you assumed was his dad. He must have felt you staring because he turned around and squinted upward at you and Boone before a grin broke out across his face and he waved you over.Â
âShit,â you hissed, smoothing out the skirt of your dress and the fabric of your sash. âIs he calling you or me down?âÂ
Boone wiped his mouth. âYou for sure. I was just down there, and he kept asking, âwhereâs your sister?â âwhatâs she up to today?ââ he said, a slightly mocking tone in his voice. Your heart quickened in your chest, a little flutter like a butterfly wing forming inside your stomach. âI told him you were so not interested in some wannabe cowboy; youâre welcome.âÂ
Your eyes widened before you smacked your brotherâs arm, hard. He nearly dropped his elephant year. âShit! What the hell?âÂ
âWhy would you tell him that?âÂ
Boone looked at you like you had grown two heads. âThose were literally your own words when mom asked you about any cute boys at the fair!âÂ
If you werenât in public, youâd strangle him. Of course you werenât interested in most of the boys strolling around the fair with their high and mighty attitudes, but from the little youâd been around Tyler, he didnât seem too much like them, and he was much cuter.Â
âIdiot,â you muttered before you climbed down the bleachers to where Tyler was.Â
âAfternoon,â you greeted him and the older man.Â
Tyler beamed. âSee dad, I told you I met her. Sheâs even got the crown to prove it.âÂ
Tylerâs dad chuckled and shook his head. âAnd here I thought my son was making up meeting the queen herself.â He extended his hand just as Tyler had when you first met him a couple days prior. âItâs nice to meet you. I hope my son hasnât been causing you too much trouble.âÂ
âNo, sir. Not at all," you said.
âGood.â He checked the watch on his wrist and seemed to contemplate something. âTy, you got an hour and a half. Buy her and yourself some dinner, but donât be late, got it?âÂ
Tyler nodded, a bit too enthusiastically. âYes, Sir!â He snatched a couple of bills from his dadâs hands before he shoved them in his pocket. His dad wandered away while Tyler practically bounced on his toes. âHow does a pizza sound?âÂ
Between you, Tyler, and Boone, you finished off a whole pizza, comfortably seated at a picnic table. Your bother offered to buy everyone a pop, leaving you and Tyler alone. You propped your chin up on your hand and gazed at him from across the table.Â
âBoone says youâre a shoo-in for winninâ the rodeo,â you said.Â
Tyler ducked his head and shrugged his shoulders. âMy dad wants me to win more than anyone, I think. I donât know if I will though.âÂ
âWell, Iâll be rootinâ for âya,â you said.Â
âReally?â He looked at you all stary-eyed.
Youâd had plenty of crushes on boys before, but there was something about Tyler that settled differently in your chest. Maybe it was his tinted pink cheeks when he talked to you, or the little creases by his eyes when he smiled widely. Maybe the summer heat and crown on top of your head made you woozy with confidence and flushed with admiration. Whatever it was, all you knew was that in the very short time youâd known Tyler Owens, you wanted to keep on knowing him.Â
âCause the sign on your heart, said itâs still reserved for me.âÂ
The Wranglers and you pulled off at a little motel a couple miles off the interstate, near where a cluster of storm cells were brewing over the next couple of days. Tailgating was all a part of the storm-chasing experience, according to the Wranglers, and you were happy to join them.Â
You sat on the tailgate of Tylerâs truck bed, watching with amusement as your brother shot-gunned a beer with Dani. She threw the can down first, earning a round of cheers. Dexter offered you a beer, and before you could decline, Tyler appeared beside Dextor, returning from where he had disappeared to.Â
âSheâs not a beer drinker,â he said. âUnless youâve had a change of heart?âÂ
You were surprised he remembered. There had been countless summer bonfires where Tylerâs friend had tried to get you to drink a beer, and every time you tried it you didnât change your mind about the taste. Youâd hand it off to Tyler for him to finish.Â
âNo, still canât stand it,â you replied. Dexter moved on with the cooler while Tyler hopped up beside you, leaving a fair gap. He held out a pop that he mustâve gotten from the vending machine, offering it to you. âThanks,â you said.Â
As the night stretched on, you found your attention drifting away from the Wranglers and onto the sky. It was stunningly clear, putting the stars on display. You rested back on your elbows, peering upwards. You had missed catching Tyler's curiosity until he knocked his shoulder with yours.Â
âWhat can we see tonight,â he asked, the same way he once had when you found yourself in a similar position as teenagers. Tyler would ask you about the constellations, but he often paid more attention to you than the sky. That wasnât the case anymore, though; his eyes were actually fixed on the dark expanse of sky overhead, glittering with stars as far as the eyes could see.Â
You pointed out the ones you could see, tracing them with your finger until you had run through all of the ones you could make out. The two of you continued to watch them, listening to the Wranglersâ conversation in the background. It was unnervingly peaceful, something you hadnât been in a long time. Even when youâd visit home, there were too many differences to make it feel fully like the home you had left when college rolled around. You knew that was the nature of growing up, things changed; they had to. But there was something about the laughter of your brother that you could almost pretend was from a room just across the hall, and the presence of Tyler beside you that made you feel seventeen again.Â
It lulled you into a false sense of peace that you were okay with. You werenât sure when your eyes had fluttered closed, head resting on your crumbled-up sweatshirt as you lay in the bed of Tylerâs truck. The smell of spring and the hum of the wind put you into a light sleep.Â
It wasnât until someone gently shook your shoulder that you woke up with a little start. It was still dark, but the parking lot had emptied of tailgaters. You rubbed your eyes, unblurring the world around you until the face of Tyler came clearly into view.Â
âShit,â you muttered under your breath, a flush of embarrassment crawling up your spine. âSorry.âÂ
Tyler chuckled lightly. âYou can still do that, huh?â You furrowed your brows, confused. âFall asleep anywhere.âÂ
âOh,â you said, sheepishly sitting up right. âI guess so.âÂ
He ran a hand through his hair, a smile softly playing on his lips that you found yourself looking at for a moment too long. He caught you but didnât drop it. Instead, he outstretched his hand and nodded his head toward the building.Â
âCome on,â he said. âIâll walk âya to your room.âÂ
You didnât think before taking his hand, some kind of old muscle memory, but the second your fingers curled around his, you felt that stupid flutter reemerge in your chest. It made you feel childish; a crush you couldnât kill despite having outgrown it. For a second, as he helped you off the tailgate, you thought you saw the same light blush that crept across his cheeks when he shook your hand the first day you met, but you wrote it off as a trick of the dim lighting.Â
When your two feet were on the ground, you both let go and you let him lead the way to your motel room. Boone had left your keys with Tyler, and he handed them off to you as you approached the door. You hesitated for a second.Â
âTyler,â you rushed out. He hung back from where you stood, leaving a stretch of space that felt like a world apart. âThank you for letting me tag along today.â You werenât sure what else to say, how to voice the hot creep of old feelings refilling your gut.Â
He searched your face for something, before he said, âIâm glad youâre here.â That felt like a step closer, even though you two maintained the distance.Â
âMe too,â you replied. âGood night.âÂ
âGood night.âÂ
âCheers chanted âcause they said, ââthere was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league.â Whereâs the trophy? He just comes running over to me.âÂ
The last night of the fair blew in with a light breeze and a clear sky. You and Boone had raced to the grandstands and sat as close to the front as you could to get a good view of Tylerâs bull ride. Energy swirled across the bleachers, painting you in jovial unease. You bounced your knee and kept a steady gaze at each bull rider who attempted to win the prize.Â
When Tylerâs turn came around, you werenât sure you had ever cheered so loud for someone. He still wore his dirty pair of boots and hat that was nearly too small for his head, but he claimed they both were his good luck charms. Under the bright lights, he glowed with pure determination and pride. The entire time he was out there, you held your breath. It happened so fast. One second, theyâre calling his number and the next heâs being announced as the winner.Â
You stood up alongside Boone, hooting and hollering at the top of your lungs as Tyler smiled in disbelief at his luck. Through the people lining the stands, you raced down toward the fence that circled the ring. The crown nearly toppled from your head as you climbed the fence just enough to stand tall among the crowd. The excitement that filled you was on par with your own win earlier that week.Â
The announcers stood in the middle of the corral, announcing the prize as you locked eyes with Tyler. He broke out in a grin when his eyes met yours, even bigger than the smile of a winner he already held. As he was supposed to stay with the announcers to claim his prize, he took off toward you instead.Â
He climbed the fence on the opposite side, meeting you eye to eye a couple of feet off of the ground. You threw your arms around him, a little unsteadily. Above the cheers from the crowd, you spoke into his ear, âYou did it!âÂ
Tyler pulled back just lightly, just enough to see your face. His eyes shined, stary and bright, chest heaving with excitement and adrenaline. For a second, he just stared at you, looking for something until he found it in the twitch of your lips and the reflective shine in your eyes. He crashed into you, kissing you quick and sweet.Â
All in a quick second, somewhere over the speakers the announcers laughed, the flash of a camera went off, and Tyler pulled away before racing back to claim his prize. You stood in a daze, fuzzy-headed and lovesick.Â
âHonestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?âÂ
You still had the photo of your and Tylerâs first kiss. You kept it in the locket he got you for your birthday. You never wore it; it never left your jewelry box. But for some reason, it had found its way in with the other jewelry you packed for your trip. How, you werenât sure, but as you got ready for the next day, you found it. You traced your finger across the small heart, almost missing a light knock at your door.Â
It wasnât until your name was called that you snapped out of your daze and rushed to the door to find your brother. Boone greeted you with a cup of coffee before he pushed his way into your room and jumped onto the bed with a tired huff.Â
âReady for day two? Raderâs lookinâ like weâll have some good ones today,â he said.Â
Sipping your coffee, you nodded. âReady as Iâll ever be.âÂ
He opened his mouth to say something else, but his hand knocked against the locket you left on your bed. He grabbed it before you could, holding it up to the light before his face filled with recognition. âHoly shit, you still have this thing.â You knew he only recognized it because you had talked about it non-stop after Tyler gave it to you. But to confirm his suspicions, he popped the locket open to reveal the little picture of you and Tyler inside.Â
âI didnât mean to pack it,â you blurted out. âI-I donâtâŚâ You sighed heavily, plopping down next to him. Boone handed the locket back to you.Â
âYou know, he asks about you, a lot,â he said after a beat of quietly contemplating. âHe tries to be nonchalant about it, but I think he forgets that Iâve known him forever. Heâs not nearly as smooth about it as he pretends to be.âÂ
You fiddled with the necklace in your hands. A part of you didnât believe your brother, even though heâd have no reason to lie. You opened your mouth to retort, brush off his words, but another knock echoed from your door. You kept the locket held in your palm as you opened it to see Tyler.Â
Wide-eyed, you faltered in a greeting. Boone beat you two it, appearing from behind you with a stupid smile as he patted your shoulder. âIâll meet you two downstairs,â he said, slipping out of the door past the two of you quickly, but shooting you a smirk before he disappeared down the stairs and towards to parking lot.Â
The morning sun caught the metal locket, reflecting off of it and drawing Tylerâs attention right to the piece of jewelry. Before a greeting left his lips, he said, âYou still have that?âÂ
âYeah,â you replied with a sigh. âI couldnât get rid of it afterâŚâ You two broke up in what was disguised as a mutual split but didnât feel as much. The second you were out of Tylerâs sight after the conversation that ended it all, you bawled the whole drive home. Your momma had tried to console you, and Boone threatened to beat up his best friend, but nothing mended the split in your heart. Even a college fresh start didnât quite rid Tyler from your mind. He had always been there, a âwhat-ifâ and âwhat could have been.â Getting rid of the locket felt like a final nail in the coffin that you couldnât, even after all that time, make.Â
He seemed touched by the sentiment, smiling softly down at the object in your hands. âI remember that old picture you used to keep in it,â he said. âThe one of us at the rodeo. You know, my ma still has it on our fridge? She says it was because the only picture he had of that day, but I know sheâs lying.âÂ
You unclipped the little latch on the side of the locket and flipped it open with your thumb to reveal the same photo that existed inside. A rush of different emotions you couldnât quite pinpoint flashed across his face he as stared at the photo. You two had been so young, so flushed with pretty emotions. Just two kids not sure what love was but found themselves at the start of it.Â
âI donât know why I packed it,â you admitted. âI didnât even know Iâd be seeinâ you until I landed, and Boone suckered me into chasing with you guys. I justâŚIâve thought about this lot, an embarrassing number of times.âÂ
âThought about what?âÂ
âSeeing you again. Whatâd I say to you. But, Iâll admit, actually seeing you in person again IâŚâ You werenât sure where the sudden rush of words found the confidence to leave your lips, but you knew they needed to get out. âI donât know how you do it.âÂ
Tyler stepped closer to you, lingering in the doorway. His brows were pulled in confusion, but his eyes shined with something between his usual starriness and softness. âDo what?âÂ
âJust being âround you,â you sighed. âI feel like the girl in this picture again.âÂ
You half expected him to look at you with pity, gently let you down in the way only he could. Maybe you could catch an early flight back home and spend the rest of your life avoiding the boy you fell in love with as a teen who never quite left you. Youâre sure Boone would understand, and he wouldnât suggest you go with them again. It would be fine, really it would be.Â
But Tyler didnât. He reached out, brushing a thumb across your cheek before he let it rest cupping your jaw. There was a slight hesitance in his movement, giving you enough time to move away if your words hadnât meant what he thought they did. But you stayed, and the second you smiled at him he closed the space between the two of you with a hot rush of feelings. His lips moved against yours with familiarity mixed with a newfound excitement as his hands held onto the side of your face like he was scared youâd slip away from him all over again.Â
It felt like something that only happened once in a few lifetimes; almost too good to be true but standing right there.
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mornings - part two
MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI
cw: more angst, still no comfort (i promise itâs coming in the next part), heartbreak, one mention of panic attacks, prescription benzo use, recreational coke use, drinking, arguing, mention of a gun and a gunshot at the end, not proofread lol
an: thank u all SO SO much for all of the love on part one !!! i am blown away and in awe. there also will be a part three for sure <3
part three
the past twenty-six days had not been kind to you. your mornings were spent rotting away in bed until your mom would force you to get up, her expression of concern always made you feel even worse. your days werenât much better, you forced yourself to detach from your heart and numb your emotions. it was the only way you knew how to keep going. you put on a mask during the day with your parents, giving them occasional smiles and laughs that werenât the kind that warmed their hearts. they knew you werenât okay, but they also knew they couldnât force you to talk about it or youâd shut down completely. your nights consisted of taking a benzodiazepine in order to fall asleep, you couldnât sleep without them. you tried, it only led to intense panic attacks and hysterical sobs that made your motherâs heart break in front of you.
this morning had been a bit different. you were awakened when you felt a weight in your bed, and in the haze of waking up you initially thought it was rafe. you shot up the moment you remembered everything, eyes widening and heart racing, but you looked over to see sarah in your bed. "oh my god, sarah you scared the hell out of me!" you exclaimed, holding a hand over your chest.
she let out a giggle, "i'm sorry, your mom let me in. i miss you," her tone was gentle. you had become very close with sarah during your relationship with rafe. being over at the cameron's house so often led to a beautiful friendship forming between the two of you. she was like a sister to you, something you cherished deeply as you didn't grow up with a sister.
you felt a pang of guilt in your chest at her words. you knew she missed you, she'd messaged you every single day since your break up without fail, even if you didn't always text back. you had seen her a couple times, but when she asked about what happened, you told her you weren't ready to talk about it. sarah was incredibly understanding, knowing how much you loved her brother and not wanting to push you too far.
"i miss you too, sar. i'm sorry i've been such a shit friend lately." you responded to her. you gave her a small smile, curling up next to her as she sat against your headboard.
"it's okay, i know you're not doing great with everything going on right now," she trailed off with a sad smile, "but, you're going out with me tonight!" she became animated as she spoke.
you didn't have it in your heart to deny her, not when she looked at you like you were the most important person in her world. "you know i can't say no to you. where are we going?" you asked curiously.
"there's going to be a huge party at the boneyard, and you're coming with me. no ifs, ands, or buts." she giggled out, "i need to get you out of your room, you're rotting away in here, babe."
"god, you sound just like my mother," you teased back. "i'll go though, i miss you more than you know. i even miss the pogues a bit." you both laughed, referencing her newer relationship with john b.
you couldn't prevent your curiosity from getting the better of you, "how- how has he been?"
sarah bit her lip, debating internally how much to tell you. "he's been... not great. i don't see him much when i'm home, he's usually in his room with the door shut. he's been a lot more moody too, snapping at literally everyone in the house. it probably didn't help that i told him he's an idiot and he fucked up the best thing to ever happen to him."
you couldn't suppress the laugh that slipped through your lips or the slight satisfaction you felt knowing that you weren't the only one struggling. "i love you sar. thank you." you leaned over, giving her a hug.
"i love you too. now get your ass up and shower. we're getting you a new outfit for the party."
you spent the next few hours strolling through the streets of figure eight with sarah. your arms held multiple shopping bags, filled with clothes she insisted you needed for tonight. you were incredibly grateful that she had forced you out of bed, you actually felt human for the first time since everything happened.
you found yourself in a small cafe, giggling as sarah told you a story from one of her drunken adventures with the pogues.
âyou know⌠you should talk to jj tonight. i know he thinks youâre hot.â sarah gave you a mischievous smile as she wiggled her brows.
âfunny,â you rolled your eyes playfully at her, âbut itâs way too soon for me to get into anything with anybody right now.â
âi didnât mean start dating him, i just think you would have fun together.â
âi just- i donât know, sar. iâve been such a wreck these past few weeks⌠can i tell you what happened?â you looked up from your fingers to meet her eyes, now widened with shock.
âyeah, of course you can. but donât feel like you have to if you donât want to.â
you were grateful for her support, going into your explanation of how the last couple months of your relationship, rafeâs behavior changed drastically. sarah hung on to your every word, needing to know exactly what led to the end of your relationship.
âand so i walked into the country club to surprise him. i spent the whole morning getting ready, did my makeup how he likes, even wore a new sundress that i know he would have loved. but i walked in andâŚâ you looked up as your vision began to blur, âhe was talking with some bitch iâve never seen before bartending. she had short brunette hair, but he fucking smirked at her the way he only does- did for me. and- and then, she basically fucking held his hand while she fucked him with her eyes, and he let it happen!â
you spit the words out like they were poison on your tongue, not noticing your voice beginning to raise with frustration. sarahâs jaw was nearly on the floor.
âwhat the- what the fuck?â she racked her brain, trying to remember if sheâd seen anyone matching your description recently, but nothing came to her.
âgod, shit. iâm so sorry, babe. i donât know what the fuck is wrong with him.â she attempted to console you as you dabbed your eyes with a napkin.
you shrugged your shoulders, âwhatâs done is done. i just want to forget about everything for a while.â
she nodded, âthen letâs go get ready. we can pregame at yours and ride with john b and them.â
after a few shots, a couple hours spent transforming yourself to not look like you spent the last three weeks trying to cope with your break up, and a lot of laughter, you and sarah were ready to go.
you wore a cropped loosely crocheted white sweater over your pink bikini and a white miniskirt that hugged your hips , the strings from your bottom peaking out from the top of it. you were finally feeling good about yourself again, and youâd be damned if you let anyone ruin it.
the ride to the boneyard only lifted your spirits more. it was impossible not to laugh around the pogues, especially when jj did whatever he could to hear your giggle.
you arrived just as the party was beginning to pick up. relief flooded your veins when you didnât see rafe anywhere. you knew it was a possibility heâd be here, but it was going to be significantly easier to have a decent night without his presence lingering around.
you filled up a red solo cup at the keg, downing the cheap alcohol before refilling it.
âslow down there, or you might not make it too long.â jj approached you, giving you a flirty smile.
you gave him a laugh in response, âiâll be fine, jay. i just want to be able to let loose tonight.â
âstick by me then, donât want any of these pervs creeping on you.â the thinly veiled concern in his voice made you smile. you know heâs flirting, but itâs clear he wants to keep you safe knowing itâs your first night out in so long.
you spent the next hour surrounded by the pogues, and true to his word, jj looked out for you. he did so well that you failed to notice who had shown up to the party, the one and only rafe cameron.
rafe, on the other hand, saw you immediately upon arriving. it was impossible for him not to when your presence demanded his attention. he was not happy to see who you were hanging around with. his ongoing beef with the pogues was well known by everybody on the island. he didnât come to party though, he had other business to attend to as barry gave him a side eye, âfuck are you doing, country club? you can fight for your girl later, weâve got shit to do.â
your drink had somehow disappeared. your furrowed your brows as you looked down, giggling to yourself as you told your friends you were going to get another one. you were at the perfect level of drunk, not to the point of blacking out or vomiting, but to where you couldnât quite walk in a straight line and everything was funny to you.
you stumbled up to the keg, starting to fill up your cup when you felt someone watching you. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you instantly knew who it was. it was as though there was a chip in you that alerted you to when he was nearby. you took a deep breath as you turned your head slightly, seeing rafe sat next to a man you didnât know as he handed a small plastic bag filled with overpriced coke to a touron. rafeâs eyes didnât leave you as he signaled him to leave.
you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, the hand holding onto your cup now trembling and the lump in your throat building. rafe stood, starting to approach you as you froze. your brain was screaming at you to run but your body refused to move an inch.
âwhat the fuck do you want, cameron?â your words were spat out with venom. your tone clearly surprised you both as he looked shocked momentarily. you were typically one to stand your ground, but never ever was your attitude aimed towards him.
âwhat do you mean âwhat the fuck do i wantâ? you fucking up and left out of nowhere and havenât spoken to me in almost a month.â his voice was filled with anger, his nose flaring as he clenched his jaw.
you let out a humorless laugh, âout of nowhere? you canât be serious, rafe. you treated me like shit the last few months of our relationship.â you didnât yet mention seeing his interaction with the bartender at the country club, not knowing if topper and kelce had told him about seeing you when you left that fateful day.
âwhat? be-because i couldnât be with you twenty-four fucking seven? like i- i wasnât out working my ass off to afford nice shit for you?â
ââworking your ass offâ will you stop fucking lying to me? i fucking saw you at the country club,â his facial expression showed confusion, bringing his brows together to try and understand what you were talking about, âyou let that bitch touch you, you looked at her how you used to look at me. i spent hours getting ready, i showed up, wanting to surprise my boyfriend for lunch, and what do i see? my boyfriend letting some bartender hang off of him while he flirts with her?â
your voice had raised as you got more and more angry. you were now shouting at him as other partygoers failed to hide their stares and murmuring. nobody ever talked to the kook prince the way you currently were, unless they wanted their face bashed in.
rafe grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you down the beach and away from others. you stumbled behind him, knowing you werenât physically or mentally strong enough to push him away.
when you looked up at him, you suddenly noticed his blown-out pupils. you felt your heart sink. âyouâre using again.â you stated flatly.
he scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. âdonât act like you fucking care.â he spat out at you.
âjesus fucking christ- rafe, when did you start again?â
âdonât worry about it. when did you come to the country club?â his tone was demanding, sparking further irritation in you.
âthe day i left. i- i let a lot of shit slide for too long, because⌠because i wanted to be a good girlfriend and support you when i thought you were just stressed out from work. and, in return, i get to watch my boyfriend make me look like a fucking idiot.â
rafe was silent for a minute, his lips pursed as he clearly was trying to remember what he was doing before he came home to an angry ward and an empty room. then realization hit him, he knew exactly what you were talking about. he brought his palm up to his face, groaning.
when he was about to speak, he was cut off. âis cameron bothering you?â jjâs familiar voice called out. you looked past rafeâs large figure to see all of the pogues standing beside him, looking ready for a fight if it came to it.
rafe gave a humorless chuckle, âstay the fuck out of it, pogue.â he clearly wouldnât go down without a fight either.
your heart stopped for a moment and your body filled with ice cold terror as jj pulled out a gun that was hidden behind his back in his waistband. it was clear you werenât the only one not expecting it as the rest of them looked at jj with concern, john b telling him to put it away. âyeah? letâs fucking go, rafe. been itching for a fight for too long.â
everything became blurred. the mixture of shouting, seeing figures suddenly moving towards each other, and the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot, and then everything went black.
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I am back with more sketches for @calysto1395 's AU!
Fic snippet of her writing behind the cut:
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âFine, fine! Iâm going. Stop shoving me.â Law throws his hands up and steps onto the train.
âI donât want to see you for at least 24 hours.â Bepo retorts, his paws on his hips and blocking the doorway like a bouncer. If Law wasnât so fucking exhausted from a ten hour surgery session he would have a clever comeback right about now. As it stands, he can only repeat Bepoâs words at him in a mocking tone. He flips Bepo off as the train doors close between them for good measure before he turns to find a seat as they slowly roll out of the station.Â
There is as usual only one other person on the train. Hiriluk Hospital Station is usually the one where everyone gets off as the line continues out of town into the shitty outer district where Law has his dirt cheap apartment. Itâs a good thing too because Law usually has no patience for anyone after work and before work he needs to save what little he has for his patients.Â
His usual companion is a young man, maybe around Lawâs age, who has tan skin and green hair who nods at him when Law falls into one of the empty seats. Heâs always there before Law gets on and doesnât get off anywhere before Law does. Law sees him as often as he does his coworkers so he would say they are almost friends. Save for the part where Law has no idea who he is besides a passenger and incredibly attractive.
âTrouble in paradise?â The guy asks, snorting with a smirk. Heâs huddled into one of the seats that run sideways along the walls of the train, jean jacket and a hoodie today, legs propped up on his huge backpack with the long case sticking out of it.Â
Law just rolls his eyes and lets his head fall against the headrest. Itâs part of the routine at this point. Guy will make a comment or greet him and then it will be silent for the rest of the ride, just the way Law likes it. The stranger on the train might be Lawâs favorite person, right after Bepo. Then again Bepo humiliated and bullied him onto the train today so maybe the stranger has taken top spot.Â
âYou got blood on your cheek.â The guy says and Law feels the annoyance at the routine being disturbed before he processes the words. His eyes blink open and he rubs at his cheek with his sleeve, feels the crusted flakes rub off and sees them clinging to the fabric of his hoodie.Â
Law stares at it for a long time, feels his eyes losing focus for a minute before he blinks and shakes his head. Maybe Bepo had a point in sending him home. He sighs deeply, feeling the exhaustion deep in his bones. âYep.â He says and rubs his cheek once more just to make sure he got it all.Â
Stranger just gives him a nod when he shoots a questioning glance at him before he buries his hands in his jacket pockets and closes his eyes, settling deep into his seat. Law takes it as his cue to do the same. Just to rest his eyes for a little bit. He has about twenty minutes until heâs at his station and the conductor usually doesnât check tickets this late at night. Law tells himself it's just for a few minutes. Just until his retinas stop burning.Â
Then before he knows it there is a hand on his shoulder. He jerks, flailing wildly and smacking something before he gets his bearings.Â
The stranger is standing next to his seat, looking down at him, hand falling to his side from where it had hung outstretched between them. âThatâs your stop right?â He asks.Â
Law blinks, confused. Head swirling to look outside the window to see the Tang Station sign out front. âShit.â He manages to say, scrambling with his bag to hustle outside just in time before the doors close on him. Heâs catching his breath on the platform, heart racing in his chest when he looks back at the train and sees the guy standing there still. He leans down a little to wave through the window as it sets back into motion and Lawâs sleep deprived brain doesnât manage to respond in any way before they are out of view.
#one piece#roronoa zoro#trafalgar law#zolaw#op train AU#I love this AU a lot if you couldn't already tell#my art
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Romania dreaming
It has been a few months since I met George on the site for long distance dating for gays. He was from Romania, kind of cute twinkish guy. Never had much luck. I honestly can't say why I went on that website, maybe I was just bored, but it turned out as the best decision of my life.
It was strange cause from the start, we knew we had chemistry between each other, but the distance made it complicated. We often sex-chatted on the website. About what we would do to each other and so.
One day I told him I wanted to jerk off furiously, because of what he wrote, but my rommate was unfortuantely in the room. Then just a strange idea popped into my head. "What if you'd swap into his body? Then you could be with me." George told me about his Romania ancestor magic skills he had, but he did just some small parlor tricks from time to time. The bigger spells were harder. He needed a friend for that. A friend that I could be. And that I could benefit from too
George loved the idea, but was scared at first. "What if the other one in my body ruins my life while he is me? I can't let that happen."
"Ok, you know what. Find anyone hot from your life that you would like me to swap into and I will come to see you. Then you'll swap me back and I'll see what the other person did. Maybe the spell makes them think they're us. That would be neat" I suggested
George was more confident now and even sent me some photos of his straight colleagues from work, so that we could see if they behaved differently after swapping back. I immediately set my eyes on Daniel. His hot, absolutely 100 % straight, colleague who worked out. Insanely hot.
We both agreed. I got ready in my bed. I told George to start the spell at 21:21. I looked at the clock and still had some minutes left. I tried to fall asleep. Maybe Daniel would be asleep in my body and it would be easier. Then it hit me. Strange nauseating feeling and the light
I was standing in the locker rooms. Cold win from the AC on my bare torso. Bare torso? Holy shit. I am shirtless in the locker rooms of some gym. That's something I never expected to happen to me. I looked down. First thing that caught my eye were the shorts. Then I looked at my beautiful muscular torso. My new arms. Then I caught my new reflection. In the mirror was the guy that I saw in the photo. Daniel. "Daniel" I said aloud. His voice sounded so strong and commanding. If he told me with this voice to get down on my knees and suck him, I would. Speaking of sucking I looked in my shorts. Nice flacid shaved cock. "Gotta find out how big you are when you're hard big guy". His phone vibrated. Fuck, I almost forgot I was suppose to send Daniel proof of swapping bodies
I sent the photo to George's instagram. Then I wrote:"This is what you'll be looking up at tonight while you suck me off"
"Peter? I can't believe it. You're really him. You have to come over!"
I wanted to get his stuff and leave immediately, but the some of his friends got to the locker and ridiculed me for being a pussy and leaving without lifting. I don't know if it was Daniel's personality or something else in me, but I felt like I had to prove them wrong. And then I said things I didn't even know. Shit about cars, girls, FUCKING GIRLS. I even lifted without knowing how. This body was on autopilote.
I left early without saying anything. Bunch of messages from George waiting for me and being stressed out what happened. I explained and asked for his adress of his dorms.
The twink I used to talk to late at night was waiting for me in black compression shorts and black shirt.
"Heey...." was all I let him say out loud. I agressively pressed him against the wall and kissed him. Tongues twisting around each other, my teeth biting his lips, hands feeling up and down his body. Slowly we were working our way to his bed. I set him down and took of my shirt. He was visibly shocked, that his work colleague was now in front of him stripping down. I whip out my hard dick and pushed it into his face. He obliged immediately and worked his way with his tongue around the bright purple head of my new dick. He was working it like a pro, trying to swallow it whole, not gagging. But that didn't matter, I had to fuck his ass. Now.
I turned him around, not even stripping him, only pulling a bit of his shorts from his ass. I spit into my hand, got it on my dick and pushed myself in. He screamed out. But I didn't care, I just pused inside and kept thrusting. He was so tight. His ass was so tight around my shaft. I shot my cum inside of him. Pulling out and immediately searching for clothes to leave.
"You're leaving?!"
I snapped out. "Fuck, jesus George I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. I think Daniel's personality still had effect on me. I didn't mean to be so rough on you. Please forgive me."
"It's ok. It did hurt at first, but it was worth it. I still can't believe you're him now. And I lost my virginity with Daniel who I crushed over for years! That's so amazing!"
"Wait, this was your first time? But, you told me all the stories. Was none of it true? Jesus, George, maybe if I knew I would have fought Daniel's personality harder."
"I didn't expect we would me irl. I honestly didn't expect the spell would wrok, but here we are. Daniel is here. In my room. Wait, I have a great idea!" he started casting a spell
"Wait!" I wasn't fast enough to stop him.
But now I was looking at Daniel. From his point of view. Already feeling more submissive than in Daniel's body. The personality of the original body truly does have an effect on the one swapped inside.
George was now posing in front of the mirror. His eyes focused on his biceps and all the tense muscles.
I was now in George's twink body. I could feel his ass hurting from the sex with Daniel's body. I could feel the cum in his ass. I felt the attraction towards Daniel's body. But I didn't feel right like I did in Daniel's. I wanted to swap back.
George now got to his new dick, which was already throbbing hard again. How that's possible, I have no idea. But as soon as he started jerking his new cock he looked at me and I felt his predator eyes on me. Fuck, this is gonna hurt
The next morning I woke up sleeping next to George still in Daniel's body. We didn't sleep much tonight, but don't get me wrong, while the sex felt great I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was in the wrong body. As soon as George woke up I told him about my dysphoria with his body. He got mad. I could tell that Daniel's personality took over. And then few seconds later I found myself in my original body again already in my university lecture.
For several weeks George didn't answer my messages. I could only see as his Tumblr profile had more and more photos of Daniel's body in the gym etc.
Not only was I worried, but I had to admit to myself that I was extremely jealous. I was in that body first. I need it more than he did
I kept spamming him with messages and then one day he answered. The message said:"I need to fuck this guy in gym. I'll swap u with him tonight. Be ready". Man, I think it's better to have one body close to Daniel's rather than be far from him
He did as he said in the message. I woke up again in the bright gym. Now lifting. I proceeded to not cause suspicion.
This guy I was now in was really handsome. More muscular even than Daniel I dare to say. I could feel that his personality was not as strong as Daniel's. He seemed more kind in my eyes, but who knows who he is. I may not know before George tells me. I saw him on the other side of the room eyeing me. Stalking me even. I left the body on autopilote and finished the workout. His body was probably used to take photos after so I let him
Maybe I could stay in his body. He is really hot. And more handsome too. But I don't know. He is the type I would love to have as a boyfriend, not to be him.
I followed George to the showers. We were eventually the last people in the gym. I got into the lockers. Patiently waiting for him to speak.
"You're Mihai now. He's the owner of the gym. So we got the place for ourselves. Let's hit the showers"
I followe him. Mihai, what a nice name for this guy. I don't feel that Mihai is someone who would just follow others and do what they tell him to. Maybe I figured out how to overpower the personality of the person.
We got naked and stared at each other.
"Nah, this is wrong." and yet again he proceeded to perform his ritual
I was now Daniel again and was looking at Mihai. Now the reality of how he acted hit him. And as I suspected before, Miahi was irl a very nice guy. "I am so so so sorry Peter. I didn't know that Daniel had such a strong personality. I tohught I could fight it, but most of the time I just found myself being the passenger, but still enjoying his life. It's so weird. But I feel better now as Mihai. Maybe you should stay in Daniel's body for now. I'll learn to control the personality of others, just as you did and then we can safely try to swap with other people. What do you think?"
"I think" I said as I turned on the water in the showers "that you need a post workout shower. And that George and Mihai need to get to know themselves better" I smiled at him kneeling down to the nice hairy cock already waiting for my mouth
Few months later
Are you asking if we stayed in their bodies? Well yeah, kind off. We made their bodies our main ones. We got them to live together, start a relationship and now even if we swapped into other bodies Daniel and Mihai bodies continue what we established. Romantic right?
Me and George often take trips to some new locations travelling around the world, enjoying life of other people. Most of the time we try to find some straight friends travelling to foreign locations, trying to score some pussy there and slightly changing their vacation plans. Heh, there was this one time where we didn't even exit our hotel room. For a week. Crazy right? That was wild. But maybe I'll tell that story another time and tell you how our life in Mihai and George is proceeding
But now we are in the bodies of these two gym bro friends, waiting for the gay bar to open. See you
A story from messages we came up with while body swap roleplaying with @hunkpossesion
I changed the plot a bit, but still the hot bodies remained.
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