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gasstationlady · 1 year ago

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tom holland’s school of manifestation | a charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x supermodel!reader

charles has a big crush on world renowned supermodel, y/n l/n. who would’ve thought she’d return the feelings.

notes: very much travis kelce x taylor swift inspired. faceclaim is yasmin wijnaldum! btw i try to improve with each post (like how i write/pace the story) so if you have any suggestions, pls (veryvery kindly) tell me!! :))

disclaimer: SORRY FOR TYPOS. GOOGLE TRANSLATE (and from american high school lol) FRENCH. KYM ILLMAN MENTIONED LOL. none of the information in this social media au is factual. i do use old photos of charlotte and charles, and usually i don't like to include pictures of their ex or current gfs in these fics (only bc i want to keep it as imaginative as possible and i feel like adding them kinda gives you a reality check while reading LOL) so lmk your opinions on that!

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voguemagazine

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voguemagazine Since beginning modeling at the age of 14, Y/N L/N has cemented herself as the most influential supermodel of all time. As of 2023, she is now the world’s highest paid model surpassing Kendall Jenner who previously led the list. Throughout her career, she has made 39 appearances on international Vogue covers.

Tap the link in our bio to read the full profile. Photographed by @/leannafitz, Written by Phil Stevenson, Styled by @/sheri_simmons, Vogue, February 2023.

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user MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user omg as someone who has been a fan since she began in 2011, i’m so proud of her 😭

user she's the definition of perfection

user LOL ariana (charles), what are you doing here

↳ user his little crush on her is soo cute 😩

↳ user he’s just like us fr lmaoo

user her walk is legendary like it reminds me so much of naomi

user i was gonna say she’s the model of our generation but that’s wrong. she’s actually the top model of all time 😩😩😩

user i’m glad to see a non-nepo baby be on top of the list

↳ user no literally like no shade to bella, kendall, and them but y/n had to fight tooth and nail to be here

↳ user frrr bc most of the nepo baby models are great, don’t get me wrong. however, they were allowed to make mistakes during their career in order to improve. y/n was not privileged enough to have that. like ppl don’t understand the insane expectations that were placed on her ever since she entered the industry, but she exceeded those expectations every. single. time. and that’s why she deserves this title

user she’s so beautiful

user i would die for y/n

user nothing could describe the amount of affection i have for this woman omfg

charleslc_updates

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charleslc_updates Charles and Arthur talking about Y/N L/N (again lol) in a recent interview 👀

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user lmaoooooo relatable

user omg i'm new to f1 but i've always been a y/n stan i'm freaakkkinng out but wdym again??

↳ user lmaooo charles is always trying to bring up y/n

user the leclerc brothers 🥰🥰

user it was so cute to see the both of them in one video

user this man fr blushed AHAH cute

user i get it charles i too have the biggest crush on y/n

↳ user lol literally like get in line dude

↳ user back of the line bucko

user i've never seen a man so down bad for someone he's never met

user y/n what are you doing girl if you don't want him ILL DO IT

user @/yourusername

↳ user LMAO YESSS @/yourusername

ynupdates

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ynupdates Y/N opening the 2023 Chanel by Karl Lagerfeld show during Paris Fashion Week.

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user omg she absolutely killed it

user god does she need a dog? i can bark

user i love seeing her thrive

user quick charles this is your chance!!! she’s in paris 😭😭😭 @/charles_leclerc

↳ user lmaooooo not you tagging him but literally though

↳ user no srsly please mr. "i hope our paths cross soon" you don't understand i need this to happen

user yall saw that walk??? ugh y/n the woman that you are

user i don’t get the hype. all she does is walk.

user NAHHHH SHE ATEEE THAT

user i’m so happyyyy 🥺 y/n is so booked and busy she’s really out here doing multiple back to back shows for paris fashion week

↳ user same! it’s crazy that she gets to open and close multiple shows, especially ones like chanel!

user i love that so many people are going to these shows just to see y/n

user i could make this exact dress with my curtains

user if i ever meet her in real life i would die happily

yourusername

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yourusername rien de mieux que d'etre a la maison [no place like home]

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gigihadid sexy lady

↳ yourusername already missing you

user i keep forgetting she's part french

user you absolutely KILLED those shows

voguemagazine iconic ⭐️

alexademie 🔥🔥

user beautiful girl!!

user omggg charles liking this LOL

↳ user it's actually frustrating me that this man has no game like i'm rooting for you cmon

↳ user lmaooo literally though i'm just hoping he's pulling some strings behind the scenes

anokyai 😍😍😍

user la plus belle fille [the most beautiful girl] *liked by charles_leclerc

↳ user if this is him shooting his shot 😭😭

↳ user lol charles is down so bad he's even going through the comments

user am i just crazy but why are there two drinks in the second post? like is this supposed to be a very soft launch

↳ user it's probably gigi 😭😭 she did comment saying that they were hanging out with each other

↳ user but why not just take a pic of her tho

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi Y/N L/N & Charles Leclerc spotted hanging out with each other in Paris

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user NO WAY OMG

user i'm actually in disbelief how tf did charles get here

user i knew you could do it charles!!

user TURN IT UP IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

user so are they dating???

user CHARLES FR WINNING RN AHAH

↳ user NO LITERALLYYY HES BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR AGES

↳ user he manifested this 😭

user they look sooo good together

user why does he look so srs

↳ user give my man a break 😩

↳ user well it looks like he’s not your man anymore 😭😭

user omgg this is like a fairytale

user wait i'm kinda obsessed with this

user i’m so invested

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kymillman Y/N AND CHARLES

Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc is joined at the track today by top supermodel, Y/N L/N. This is the first time Y/N is with him and she clearly shines in front of the camera.

Her debut at the grid has quickly become a popular topic as fans and drivers alike are intrigued by the presence of one of the most famous women in the world.

For A3 prints, hand-signed & numbered by a range of drivers/team principals head to kymillman.com #f1 #formula1 #signedprints #japanesegp #CharlesLeclerc #Y/NL/N

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user SHDJEJ IM ACTUALLY GOING FERAL

user mom and dad 😩

user so it’s official???

↳ user i mean this is the hardest launch they could have done other than posting 😭

user i’m a charles fan and even i’m surprised he got her to date him

user i’m rooting for them so much 🥺🥺

user she’s serving though

user i’m watching the race rn and they literally keep talking about y/n being there AHH

↳ user i always forget she’s kind of a big deal

user kym gets on my nerves but this picture is actual gold

user it's so obvious that this is a publicity stunt

↳ user nah but for who? bc i know damn well that neither charles nor y/n need it

↳ user obviously not for them but maybe it's to gather more attention for f1

↳ user girl i need u to listen to urself rn 😭 bc that makes no sense

user idk who charles is and idk what the hell f1 is but best believe i’m tuning in next race just to see y/n

↳ user literally me girl i can’t believe i’m watching cars drive in a circle rn

yn_updates

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yn_updates Some moments of Y/N being mentioned by drivers during the Formula 1 race

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user i swear it was like every minute i'd hear y/n's name

user the way that all the drivers are aware of charles's long time obsession with y/n LOL

↳ user i just know charles is the type to never shut up about her ahaha

user she's literally THE y/n l/n. i mean if viewers are sky rocketing just by her being there, imagine her impact if she had actively promoted it

↳ user she's so iconic

↳ user no bc i love y/n so much that i just forced myself to watch rich grown men vroom vroom in circles for almost 2 hrs just to catch a glimpse of her

user i'm in love with her life

user LMAOOO THE DRIVERS TEASING CHARLES

user lando's so funny 😭😭

user y/n and f1 stans are being FED today wow

user is it just me or am i kinda annoyed about how often they're bringing her up like my girl can't even support her bf in peace

↳ user yea i'm eating it up but also feeling bad for y/n at the same time. the attention is definitely a double edge sword.

user apparently she was with joris most of the time 🥺

user this is literally straight from a fairy tale i can't

user didn't they just meet like a week ago

↳ user as far as we know they were first spotted together about a month ago by that deuxmoi post. but assuming from y/n and charles's past relationships, i don't think they'd be this comfortable going public without being together for a while

↳ user yea this has definitely been going on longer than we think/have been seeing

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc J'ai toujours su que c'était toi. Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour ❤️ [I've always known it was you. Happy birthday, my love]

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yourusername merci, mon cœur ❤️ [thank you, my heart]

yourusername je suis raide dingue de toi [i'm madly in love with you]

↳ charles_leclerc l'amour de ma vie [the love of my life]

user are we interrupting something...

user i can’t believe it’s already been 6 months since they first went public

user throwing myself down the stairs as we speak

user they don't know it yet but we're actually a throuple

user happy birthday y/n!!!

user in love with their love 🥺

user lmfaoooo i just know charles is on cloud 9 this man literally sees y/n and is blind to everything else

↳ user he's sooo cute, he's like a love sick puppy

user i still think this is a pr relationship

user god i'd die for someone to look at me the way charles looks at y/n in that second pic

user this is my roman empire

user i'm so obsessed with them it's insane

user our generation's brad and angelina

↳ user don't say that wtf my parents are never separating

user pls don't ever breakup 😭😭

#f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 social media au #f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc social media au #supermodel!reader #f1 smau #f1 fic #charles leclerc fic

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honorthysalad · 1 year ago

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nah they really treated this man as if he was nothing more than a ghost when he was an actual person.

the whole fucking school after a naked guy entered the school grounds, stabbed a teacher, and then killed himself in full view of multiple classrooms:

#I demand this man be named and given a living family that have to deal with the repercussions of this incident.#explore that normal people are being made to do reprehensible shit because of ghosts and the confusion and outrage in the aftermath of this #as people look for something to blame while a select few know the real cause!#and I hope hope hope that if this dude gets a family that they recognize yoshiki as someone who goes to kibogayama by the school shirt pin #and maybe they personally apologize to him for what happened at his school #and yoshiki thinks that these people don't know what they're apologizing for because they don't know why the intruder did that #just like how 'hikaru' tried to apologize for smth he didn't understand #and yoshiki realizes that they may never know the truth of the matter because it's not like he's going to tell them #alright and now that I've said that it'll never happen so into the vault of fic ideas it goes #hikaru ga shinda natsu #the summer hikaru died #hgsn #my hgsn shit #I hope ppl don't think I hate hgsn or smth when I post stuff like this #I promise I wouldn't talk about it so much and want to explore its themes if I didn't love what was there #I just like exploring these side streets and trying to come to through lines on plot points that were never meant to be explored #because I don't think intruder man will ever be brought up again aside from like a picture of him when they inevitably bring up #impurities entering people #which is fine because I think he's just intended to be a scary ghost in a chapter that already has another spooky ghost #so it makes sense he's pushed to the wayside in favor of the more plot relevant ghost guy #But I like the intruder a lot

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winterrrnight · 9 months ago

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heyy, so, it’s pride day so i was thinking a if u could do a drew/rafe imagine where the female reader is bi so he supports his girl when ppl talk shit about her

ohhh I love this so much!! I decided to go with my man drew 🤭 unfortunately this isn’t coming out on pride day, but I did manage to squeeze it in before pride month ends :) thank you so so much for your request anon, I would love to hear your views on it!! <3

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PAIRING: drew starkey x fem!bisexual!reader

SUMMARY: you experience inner turmoil when pictures of your ex-girlfriend and you resurface the internet, but it seems like you forgot Drew will always defend you no matter what.

WARNINGS: homophobia; hate comments on reader on social media and in public; one mentiom of y/n; usage of nicknames like baby and bubs; soft and sweetheart Drew; kinda toxic fandom 🫢

EDITH SPEAKS: before I got this request, I read a random charles leclerc smau that was on my dash which goes along similar lines of this request, so I have taken inspiration from that fic for this request! the credit goes to @lewisvinga and their fic ‘the only thing that matters’.

if you liked reading this, please reblog and share any feedback you may have 💐 i hope everyone had a beautiful pride month, you all are absolutely lovely 💗

AND AND AND I am dedicating this fic to the beautiful beautiful @runningfrom2am who is literally my bestest friend on this planet <3 today marks one whole year to our friendship, and words fall short to explain how much I love and appreciate her 🫶🏼🥹 I love you so so much raye, thank you for sticking with me always 💗

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You usually never do this.

‘This’ involves scrolling through social media and reaching the bottom of a pit dug so deep you’ve lost the measurement of its depth.

Some pictures of you and your ex-girlfriend from over four years ago from your college days resurfaced. You don’t know how that happened, considering how you and your ex-girlfriend always only had private socials back then, and you weren’t known for being associated with any sort of celebrity at all.

Unlike now, when you are known as Outer Banks actor Drew Starkey’s girlfriend. Drew Starkey: one of the emerging faces in Hollywood. He seems to be gaining more and more traction each day, especially leading up to the release of his movie ‘Queer’.

With his ever increasing fame, you are also becoming more and more well known. You and Drew don’t have a secret relationship, but it’s quite private. Firstly Drew isn’t active on his socials, and secondly, you’re only seen when you are Drew’s plus one for the different events he’s invited to.

Due to such scarce presence on social media and in real life, each time you and him are spotted, even a single photo tends to go extremely viral in Drew’s fandom. Headlines like‘Rare: Drew Starkey seen with his girlfriend on the streets of Paris’, ‘Drew and his girlfriend seen getting cozy in a snug Parisian café’ etc. get extremely common, and informal captions like ‘oh my godddddd drew and his girlfriend! so cute’, ‘drew and y/n spotted drew and y/n spotted drew and y/n spotted’ are also just as common.

As much as you adore Drew and his dedication to his art, you still aren’t used to the microscopic attention you get each time you and him are seen together. You feel like you’re being judged by every single eye, and they aren’t essentially thinking the best things regarding you.

Even though what you mostly see are sweet comments complimenting you and Drew, a hate comment or two does sneak its way in among the positive ones, which doesn’t essentially surprise you because you know fandoms tend to get possessive over their idols; and Drew’s fandom isn’t any different. You’ve learnt to accept it and ignore it, even though sometimes it does nag you in the back of your mind, Drew always helps you feel better and helps to get your mind off them until you practically forget you ever even read them.

But this time, this time, you fear the situation is a little out of hand.

With the photos resurfacing and the source being entirely anonymous, you aren’t seeing the best comments under the pictures. Some fans have dug so far in your life to figure out you’ve only dated girls before Drew, creating the assumption you’re actually a lesbian. Some claim you’re with Drew for his money, because your dating history is only girls, and it’s “weird” now that you’re with a man. Some claim you as a toxic partner, and say you have Drew completely fooled. You even saw a few ‘savedrew’ hashtags in the comments, but thank goodness it didn’t end up becoming an active trend.

Due to the privacy of your relationship, you never came out publicly that you’re bisexual, but your friends and family, and Drew, are fully aware about your sexuality because you are completely out to them. Drew has always appreciated you the same, before he knew you were bisexual and after he knew you were bisexual. His love for you was never impacted by your coming out, and he knows it never will.

You shut your phone and keep it aside, taking a deep, shaky breath as you look up at the ceiling of your shared hotel room with Drew. You can feel a few tears stinging the corners of your eyes, and you let your eyelids fall shut, the small tears silently starting to roll down your cheeks.

Your blurry vision trains over to the closed bathroom door from where you can hear the shower running, knowing Drew is getting ready for your night out with him. You both are in Italy as a simple vacation before Drew has to go back to LA and begin working on some upcoming projects, and it’s your first night in the country, for which you’ve decided to have authentic Italian gelato as an after dinner treat.

You can practically hear the comments you have read in your head, all of them getting progressively worse. You know you aren’t using Drew for his money, and Drew knows that too, yet the comments and watching an entire fandom side against you was starting to get to you.

Your thoughts are cut through smoothly when you hear Drew stepping out of the washroom after his shower, a towel tied neatly around his waist.

“You ready?” He asks you sweetly as he gets some clothes to wear.

You nod at him and watch him finish getting ready for your little night out as you sit there, pushing the ugly comments as far as you can in your head.

Drew gets ready in a few minutes and you both leave your hotel, walking out on the cobblestoned streets of the beautiful city, letting the streetlights and lamp posts enlighten your path for you.

You both walk in silence with your hand perfectly intertwined with his, your gaze fixed down at your shoes and the way they clack against the cobblestones. Drew notices you being quieter than usual, and he feels tempted to ask you what’s on your mind, because the last thing he ever wants to see is you feeling sad or bothered by something in any sort of way.

But before Drew can even think of acting on his thoughts, you both are forced to turn your heads around when you hear shouts of Drew’s names being called. Your eyes fall on a group of youngsters, and the moment they grab Drew’s attention, they yell out more sounds of excitement, ushering over to him.

He laughs affectionately when he’s surrounded by the small group of the fans, causing you to be pushed just a little to the side; something you’ve gotten the hang of because you know the fans are essentially here to see him, and not you. So you decide to take a couple steps back and watch Drew interact patiently with everyone, letting them take pictures and videos with him as he talks and signs their shirts, books etc. for them.

You can see a young girl and a boy from the group constantly giving you a side eye as you decide to distract yourself with your phone after you take a picture or two of Drew meeting the group. You can’t lie, the side eyes seem quite judge-y to you and you feel yourself fidgeting under their gaze.

But it gets worse when they speak within themselves but it’s loud enough that you catch it, and Drew catches it.

“She’s still with him?” The girl says to the boy who just rolls his eyes.

“Drew clearly didn’t catch the message,” the boy mumbles, and your eyes dart over to Drew who was signing a girl’s cap but stopped at the words. You catch the look in his eyes; it’s the look of protectiveness, possessiveness and anger all mixing in one – a very dangerous combination to be seen in Drew’s usually warm blue eyes.

“What did you say?” Comes his voice. It’s low, monotone, and carries a very heavy drift of coldness. The sudden deep words cause everyone to fall silent, especially the boy and the girl, who’s eyes widen when they realize Drew has his gaze zeroed on them.

“N-nothing…” the boy stammers, and you can see both the girl and boy have their pulse quickening more and more with each passing second.

You can see how scared they are starting to get, and you quickly rush over to Drew’s side, your fingers curling around his bicep in that all too familiar way; the way you use when Drew gets slightly more angry than he should and is on the verge of blowing up.

This touch of yours always causes him to start to calm down, but this time, he isn’t even close to relaxing. You can see his muscles are tensing even more as he glares at the boy and the girl.

“Drew please–” you begin to speak slowly, your fingertips starting to dig into his bicep but he ignores you.

“No, I want to hear them repeat what they said.” He mutters through gritted teeth, his attention fixed on the boy and the girl. “What did you say about my girl? ‘Why is she still with me?’ Why wouldn’t she still be with me huh?”

The girl and the boy fall completely silent, and so does the entire group. They get completely nervous under Drew’s cold gaze, all of them looking any other way but at Drew or you.

“Now I don’t know what that was about,” he begins, “but I better not hear more of that bullshit alright?” His words come out disdainful, his entire body stiff as you feel his bicep tighten under your grip.

With one scoff he takes your hand which is around his bicep in his own hand and pulls you away from the group. “Come on let’s go baby,” he says, not looking even once at the group as he leads you away from them.

Once you both are out of their earshot, he turns around in a small alleyway and stops you both right there.

“Don’t listen to them bubs, please don’t,” He mumbles softly, his hand coming up to your cheek to gently caress your skin. “You know it’s all just bullshit, their jealousy is bullshit,”

You let out a soft sigh as you feel his fingers softly trail over your cheek. This is what he always tells you when you encounter the common hate you tend to get for being with him, but this time, you know it was for an entirely different reason.

“This was different Drew,” you mutter, your gaze fixed down at your shoes, your fingers fiddling with each other.

Drew’s eyebrows furrow at your words. “Different? Different how?”

You take a deep breath and exhale it out from your nose as you train your gaze up to meet his. “My old pictures with my ex-girlfriend from college resurfaced on the internet, along with my past dating history,” you whisper, “and everyone’s been saying I’m taking advantage of your money and I have you fooled because I’ve only dated girls before you, and they think I’m a lesbian,”

Drew’s eyes widen at these words escaping your lips, his fingers caressing your cheek stopping its motion. “Jesus,” he mutters, and you can see flecks of anger and rage beginning to appear in his eyes.

A small silence falls over you both as you both look in different directions, your gaze back at your shoes and his flitting around your surroundings of the alleyway, as if in deep thought.

“I’ll talk about it,” he says suddenly, causing you to look up in his eyes with a hint of confusion in your eyes. “I’ll address this on social media, I’ll say I’ve always known you’re bisexual, and that you’ve always been out, and I’ve never doubted that. This can’t go on, the last thing I want is people being homophobic to you just because you’ve only dated girls before I came in your life. You don’t deserve that baby, and I’ll fix this matter right up okay?”

You look at him with your eyes starting to widen, a thin layer of glass forming over them.

“Unless–” he says again, “you don’t want to come out to the general public?”

“No no,” you shake your head at his words, “I’m okay with that, more than okay with that,” you mumble.

Drew sighs softly as he nods, his hands trailing down your arms and finding your hips, which he gently squeezes before pulling you in a warm embrace.

“I’m so sorry you had to hear that baby,” he whispers. “I’m so so sorry. I’ll fix this first thing tomorrow you hear me? There is no way in heck I’m letting you hear more on this,”

You bury your face in his chest and close your eyes shut, a few tears making their way down your eyes and pressing against his shirt as they do so. He squeezes you closer to him when he feels your tears against his shirt, one hand coming up to slip into your hair and gently scratch your scalp.

“Thank you, Drew,” you mumble against his shirt, your voice coming out muffled.

“Don’t thank me bubs this is the least I can do,” he says softly. He gently pulls your head back from his chest, holding your face in his hands as he looks in your eyes.

“The next time you see something on social media you tell me straight away okay? Don’t hide anything from me, I’ll find a way to fix it each time,” he whispers, his thumbs caressing your cheeks to wipe the tears.

You nod as you look back in his eyes, a look of earnest gratitude shining through them.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, letting his lips linger against your skin for a moment before looking back in your eyes. He pulls from the embrace and takes your hand, intertwining his with it firmly.

“Now come on, I believe I still have to buy you some gelato,” he says softly with a warm smile, tugging gently on your hand.

You sniff as you nod, letting him lead you out of the silent alleyway.

The post debuts on Drew’s Instagram the very next morning, a long caption along with a carousel of your favorite pictures with him throughout the years of your dating journey. The comments fill up with supporters, everyone showering you with love and loads even congratulating you for coming out to the general public. The comments and appreciation makes you smile warmly, making you realize no matter what happens, Drew will always be by your side, because he’s here to stay.

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maliland · 1 year ago

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RESENTMENT: PT. 2

"how could you lie?" part one angel(s): e-42 miles morales & black fem reader includes: angst, infidelity, homewrecking, depressing themes, & heartbreak (men being disappointments per usual) synopsis: you used to describe your experience with love as one of complexity and simplicity all at once, but after you learn what your boyfriend did at a party with another girl while you were at home and sick, your heart is left with irreparable damage and an abundance of resentment. wc: 6.7k divider by @/cafekitsune a/n: this is gonna be my last sv fic for a hot min (or forever) 😭 savor and enjoy. ik the tag has been dead and you all have been malnourished, so yw! <3 icl, idk how i feel about it but y'all can lmk 🫶 (p.s: before ppl start nothing non-pg ever happened in this fic at any point in time. just kissing. ion get down like that 👍 thanks.)

when you arise in the morning and before you lay your head to rest at night, one thing is always definite: you are human.

humans are imperfect, so they make mistakes. genuine ones. honest ones. you’ve mixed up salt and sugar while baking chocolate chip cookies. you’ve hit your best friend square in the face while trying to spike a volleyball. you’ve missed assignment deadlines, forgotten about chores, and left the grocery list at home, all honest mistakes. a boy pressing his lips to another girl’s, though he has another he calls his own, is not a mistake. if it were up to you, it’d be a crime punishable by execution. between miles and yourself, no mercy was shown for the loyal one of you two, so why should he be granted any? infidelity; the act itself is the murder of the most important, sacred muscle, so why not return the favor?

you know your intentions before you give into the temptation of them. you knew miles knew. he knew from the moment that girl pulled him over to a vacant bedroom. did he think they’d simply exchange pleasantries? even so, why partake in such with someone who clearly has a taste for you? a taste for insulting the one you love most just as easily as she breathed?

these are all questions that would never be answered truthfully. you’d have to make peace with the reality or the only peace you’d know was the eternal kind that followed after death. and to think that you once believed in those stupid children’s fairy tales. miles made you believe that that kind of love could be real life. he almost made you believe you could attain the happy ending you always dreamed about. you were so close to it too. to have your bubble burst like that by the person you love most..? cold. way colder than the shivers repeatedly sinking down your spine.

it was a stupid idea to leave your window open.

the medicine you had taken for your cold had you knocked out in the warmth of your bed and you slept soundly. the chilly air would blow through the curtains now and then. the wind was only a light breeze at first. it felt nice, maybe even comforting, but when night finally fell, the current picked up. you were woken up by an icy blast hitting your face.

you groaned and slowly rose up, pulling the covers off of you before you swung your legs off of the bed. you drowsily staggered to your window and forced it shut, drawing the curtains closed only seconds afterward. you would just have to hope the mishap wouldn’t make you any sicker than you already were. you mindlessly carried yourself back to your bed and submerged yourself under the covers. you grabbed your phone, which was lying face down beside you.

you unlocked your phone and went straight to instagram, tapping through everyone's stories. most of the people you knew were at the party. parties weren't your cup of tea, so you couldn't really say you wished you had gone. you were more of a homebody than you'd like to admit.

you eventually got to miles' story. all he had posted was a single picture of him and his group of friends, and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. seeing your boyfriend happy made you happy. you smiled to yourself before switching to your messages app. you had notifications from both miles and your friends who were also at the halloween party. you opened miles’ messages first.

9:37pm

miles: hey ma (9:37 pm) miles: i know you’re probably sleeping right now, but i wanted to lyk that i got here okay (9:37 pm) miles: i’m with my friends (9:38 pm) miles: ima go now but i love you 💗 i’ll text you soon (9:39 pm)

10:23 pm

miles: yooo just checking in 🙌 miss you a lot (9:36 pm) miles: hope you’re enjoying that nap ❤️❤️(9:37 pm)

you: hey i’m up now 😈😈 (10:52 pm) you: i saw your ig story 🙃 looks like you guys are having fun so i’ll leave you to it (10:52 pm) you: text me later, i love you so much more 💓 (10:53 pm)

you swiped out of your text thread with miles and opened your group chat with your three best friends, sasha, lani, and nae. while you met sasha and lani not too long ago, you’ve known nae for damn near your entire life.

dollz 💘 9:13pm

sasha: how’s my bedridden baby? 🫶🫶 (9:13 pm)

lani: she’s been unconscious for mad long 👎(9:14 pm)

nae: we should ditch this party n go to her place instead i’m BOREDDD (9:16 pm) nae: and what if bro’s dead (9:16 pm)

jana: girl (9:20 pm) jana: she ain’t dead 🤦‍♀️ please. (9:21 pm)

sasha: ofc not (9:23 pm) sasha: nae's right.. this party lowk boring asf🧍‍♀️ can we leave soon? (9:25 pm)

jana: yes 💋 (9:25 pm)

nae: thought you’d never ask. (9:26 pm)

10:57pm

you: y’all i’m up damn! 😭 (10:57 pm) you: is it really that boring? miles seems to be having fun (10:57 pm)

nae: he buggin then cuz it's been like two hours and this party is STILL boring as shit (11:01 pm) nae: i tried to give it the benefit of the doubt but nvm. (11:01 pm) nae: my niece's fourth birthday party was x100 more turnt than this (11:02 pm) nae: i’m stuffing all the good snacks in my purse nd then we outta this bitch 🏃‍♀️ i’ll be in the car y’all (11:02 pm)

jana: bruh🧍‍♀️ (11:03 pm)

sasha: nae beloved, you already put hella snacks in the passenger seat (11:03 pm) nae: so? 🥱 (11:04 pm) sasha: you don’t need no more tf 😭😭 big backed hungry ass (11:04 pm)

you: yes she does (11:10 pm) you: she’s thinking of me, duh (11:11 pm)

sasha: damn you right.. maybe 🤷‍♀️ (11:15 pm) sasha: or maybe she'll eat up all the snacks and i'll laugh in your face and say i told you so 🤌 (11:16 pm)

jana: uh huh... anw girl can we come over? (11:18 pm)

you: i’d say yes but miles is coming over soon (11:21 pm) you: y’all can come over first thing tmrw morning tho 💋💋(11:21 pm)

right as you sent that message, your phone began to ring and you were met with your own puzzled reflection on the screen of your phone. it was a facetime call from nae. you couldn’t come up with a reason why she’d ever need to facetime you from a party when she could text or call. nevertheless, you picked up. you forced yourself up and out of you warmth of your bed, throwing your comforter and many, many blankets off of you.

you answered the facetime call as you turned the knob to your bedroom door to leave, making your way downstairs to the kitchen so you could raid the pantry for food. when nae’s face popped up on your screen, you noticed that the interior of sasha’s car surrounded her, but neither sasha or lani were anywhere to be found.

“hey danae, what’s up?” you said into the phone as you shut the microwave. you'd settled on instant ramen since you were feeling lazy. when you caught a glimpse of your best friend's face on your phone screen a second time, you clocked that she looked worried and that made you worried too. it didn't help that she was dead silent. you raised an eyebrow. “you alone? where’s lani and sasha?"

“something happened,” nae spoke slowly, disregarding your question. her eyes were bolting back and forth between her phone camera and sasha’s car window.

“what?” you shook your head, your eyebrows furrowing in concern. you set your phone down on the counter, propping your elbows onto the surface while you tried to decipher nae's expression, but that got you nowhere.

“i’m gonna send you something. just hold on a sec.”

“nae, what’s going on?” you inquired, a puzzled expression painting your face.

she didn’t reply. you pressed your lips into a thin line and closed your eyes in both confusion and frustration, strings of air passing through your nostrils. whatever nae was about to tell you was obviously nothing good. you didn't anticipate anything but the absolute worst. you opened your eyes again when your phone dinged. it was photo attachment from nae. you furrowed your brows blinked a few times before tapping it, pulling up you and your best friend's text thread. your entire body went limp when your brain registered the monstrosity on your screen. all you could do in the moment was stare in shock. it was a clear shot of miles and arielle at the party making out in some random bedroom upstairs. arielle who wouldn’t quit making moves on miles. miles who would shut down her pathetic attempts every time. arielle who’s always hated your guts without reason. miles who swore on everything that you were the only one he loved.

it was all so ironic, truly. arielle was dressed as an angel, a sparkly halo hovering above her head as if she wasn’t concomitantly sinning—shamelessly home-wrecking. and you could see it now: the embodiment of your relationship, or the so-called home you and your boyfriend shared. in your mind, it was ablaze and you were curled up all alone inside of it. you were left to succumb to the searing flames, burning to nothing ash while all that you and miles share burned beside you.

the boy would come home to the walls still burning and in the process of self-purging. he wouldn’t find you, rather the remnants of what used to be you. the ash would slip through his dirty, unfaithful fingers as they trembled in horror. he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. he’d desperately try to grasp you. he’d try to save you and scoop debris into his sweaty palms so he could salvage what was left of you. still, there was nothing. there wasn't a single thing in the universe that could aid the way you felt in that moment.

now, miles would have to mourn you, for he killed you. and he didn’t even know it yet.

your eyes were squeezed shut because they had to be deceiving you. you must not be fully awake yet. the medicine must be making you hallucinate. you were dreaming. you were a hundred percent dreaming. that wasn’t miles.

how could that be miles?

“i was looking for lani and found… them instead,” nae muttered. “i don’t know if he saw me take the picture, or what. i left to tell you right after.”

you swallowed hard. though a million different thoughts were racing through your mind, none of them came to be verbal. you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, because what do you even say when something like this happens? would anything you said be enough? would any quantity of words in any given order be able you place the way you felt? unlikely. highly.

your eyes continue you gape at the photo, even though the sight was making your stomach churn. you couldn’t look away. your eyes were fixed on miles' hands on arielle's hips, then her hands cupping his cheeks. nae was still on facetime explaining whatever it was she was explaining, but you weren’t listening. her words were static to your ears. there was a pit in your stomach and it was growing deeper and deeper, your wounded heart subsiding along with it. you set your phone face down on the kitchen counter and began to clutch your stomach. you swore you were going to convulse and vomit from how ill you felt.

“[name]!” nae snapped her fingers into the mic. “yo, you still with me? i’m coming over. i’m gonna call an uber right now.”

you blinked and shook your head, flipping your phone back over and taking a deep breath. you couldn’t just shut down, not now. you had something you needed to confront. someone.

“no,” you sniffled.

you didn’t even notice the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. you quickly swiped them away with the sleeve of miles’ hoodie. the realization that it was his hoodie you had on made you freeze up again for a few seconds, and then you buried your face in the palms of your hands.

“what do you mean ‘no?’” nae frowned, bringing the speaker up to her ear in case she heard you incorrectly.

your phone dinged three times. in your notification center were text messages from the devil himself.

miles: hey ma, i’m leaving now (11:25 pm) miles: the party was okay at first but it got boring (11:25 pm) miles: i’ll be there in like fifteen ❤️ (11:26 pm)

you just stared at the messages, biting your bottom lip until it began to draw blood as a plea for you to stop. the taste was metallic in your mouth, but your teeth didn’t budge. you didn't want miles over anymore, but it was far too late to tell him to turn around. it's not like he'd check his phone while he was driving, anyway.

“i keep losing you, girl."

you had forgotten all about nae for a second, her voice grounding you back to earth. you exhaled, your breath coming out unsteady. “miles is on his way over. after i talk to him, i’ll call you and you can come over then.”

“okay, babe,” nae nodded with a gentle sigh.

“do… lani and sasha know?” “no, they don’t,” nae denied. “i wouldn’t tell them before you.”

you pressed your lips together and silence engulfed your kitchen. you let your mind wander some more. after all this was over and done with, you'd have to explain to all of your loved ones that miles cheated on you. the very thought of having to tell everyone—your family, your friends, your dad—it embarrassed you. you couldn't stomach the very thought, so you exhaled deeply, opting to take it one step at a time. nae spoke again. “listen, if you don’t call or text me in, like, an hour, ima come over there.”

“okay," you nodded.

“remember that you deserve nothing but the best of the best. i love you so much, okay?”

“i know,” you tried to convene a smile. “i love you more.”

you hung up the phone and rid of any stray tears on your face. after nae's face vanished from your screen, you were left staring at you and your boyfriend's message thread. without putting much thought into it, you began to type.

‘cool, i’m jus—'

your fingers froze. you couldn’t text miles. he didn’t deserve anything so little as acknowledgment. you repeatedly hit backspace until the bar was blank and shut off your cell.

you sat idly on one of the kitchen stools behind the counter, your instant ramen long forgotten about. in the moment, you were feeling indifferent as a result of shock. still, you knew yourself better. when miles finally confessed his sins, you’d want to scream. you’d bombard him with a million questions at once, only to angrily invalidate any explanation that passed through his adulterous lips. you’d want to burn every handwritten love letter, every piece of clothing, and every gift, because they all meant nothing now.

he was a liar, and he knew it. if you could kill a man and face no consequences, miles might’ve been gone before he even walked through your door.

while you waited for him, you sat there and tortured yourself in thought. you couldn’t help it. was this planned? was this the first time? had he always thought of her like this? did he wish you were her when he was with you?

when you’d exhausted all of those questions, you began to think back to your own actions and behavior as you scrolled up on your texts with him.

maybe i said something that upset him? but i think he would've told me... right..? or have i been distant? no, that’s not possible. we talk every day. is he bored of me? is that it? am i boring? none of these texts are showing signs of boredom, so what is it?

you'd soon resorted to flipping through the pages in your diary. you were really good about documenting your day-to-day life. if something happened with miles in the past that your brain wouldn’t let you dig up in the moment, surely you would’ve written it there. the pad of your index finger slid across the rough pages as your anguished eyes skimmed the entries. ten minutes in, you still couldn’t find a thing. you'd give anything for a straightforward answer, but you knew it wasn't going to come from miles himself.

when you heard a key grinding into the keyhole of the front door, you slammed your diary shut and jumped off of the stool, knocking it over in the process. you sprinted upstairs to your bedroom, shoving the journal under your pillow. as you trailed out of your room, you closed the door behind you and braced yourself for the worst.

you shuffled back to the kitchen and picked up the stool from the floor, setting it upright. you caught a glimpse of miles unlacing his jordans at the front door. this was real.

“hey. i thought you’d still be in bed,” miles grinned as he approached you, spreading his arms for a hug. he wasn’t in his costume, but in a red hoodie and black sweats. he must’ve gone home to change. his costume probably smelled like arielle’s designer strawberry-scented perfume, the one everyone compliments her on. she never shuts up about it.

“hi,” you whispered, accepting his hug in an attempt to seem normal. “i was, but i got hungry. how was the party?”

miles smelled like his favorite cologne, except the scent was unusually potent. it wasn't faded in the slightest like it normally was after he'd been out and around other people. the deplorable amount of effort he was making just to mask the truth infuriated you. it angered you even more that he clearly wasn't planning on telling you anything. if you hadn't seen it yourself, you might've never known.

“it was ight,” he shrugged, loosening his grip on you after a couple of seconds. you hated yourself for wanting to hug him for just a little while longer. he sure as hell didn’t deserve it, but for all you knew, that was the last time you’d be in his embrace. he let his hands fall down to your waist instead and it made you shiver on contact knowing he had his hands on arielle's waist not even a full hour ago. “would’ve been better with you there, y’know. you feelin’ okay now?"

“mostly, yeah,” you responded blandly, your throat tight and your voice fairly groggy. “still a bit tired.”

you didn’t know how to bring it up. this wasn't something you could beat around the bush about. you found yourself deep in thought. so deep to the point where you didn't notice that miles had started talking. you were busy staring off into space with half-lidded eyes, way past his gaze. he clocked it and moved his head so that your eyes were boring into his by force, his eyebrows lowering in concern.

“is everything okay?”

you cleared your throat and gently pushed his arms off your waist, stepping back as you began to blink back tears. there was no easing into it. standing there in front of miles pretending like everything was okay was already bad enough. it felt like you were twisting the knife that he plunged into your chest. eyes glossy, you swallowed hard and batted your lashes a few more times, desperately trying to rid of the tears that threatened to spill.

“i know you kissed arielle at the party,” you barely managed to speak the full sentence, your voice cracking when you spoke her name. “and i’m confused.”

miles’ eyebrows knitted to be one as if this news stunned him. you wished you could hear all his thoughts from start to finish after you spoke. you wanted to know whether he was planning to lie or tell the truth. would he gaslight you or admit to his wrongdoings? you wouldn’t find out now because you didn’t give him an option. this already hurt enough and it would end the same either way.

“nae told me. and she sent me pictures.”

silence fell between the two of you. it felt like it was eating you from the inside. the chirping of the crickets outside and the noise from the refrigerator running slightly compensated for it. not much.

“i just wanna know why you did it. and why her? why the girl that hates me with every last atom in her body?” you broke the silence, shrugging your shoulders. you were hugging your arms, rubbing them in an up-and-down motion as if you were cold.

miles was dumbfounded, guilt painting his features. he couldn’t meet your eyes anymore. you wondered what you would say if you were in his shoes, but it didn’t give you any insight because you knew you'd never do this to him, so you gave up. instead, you stared at the neat middle part in between his two signature braids that cascaded down the back of his head, down to his shoulders. you’d braided his hair only a couple days ago, back when nothing seemed impossible—nothing like now.

though he wasn’t, miles’ hair still looked clean, freshly done even. what if arielle had redone his braids for him? she did say she was practicing, and she'd made it a goal to practice on him. you mentally cursed yourself for worrying about something as minuscule as miles' braids at a time like this. you didn't want to give yourself another reason to freak, but your brain wouldn’t let you rest. not even in silence. if miles wasn’t going to give you an answer, you’d send him on his way and come up with one by yourself.

“i don’t know why i did it,” he finally retorted.

“oh, word?” you laughed humorlessly. you were trying not to slap the hell out of his shamefully beautiful face. “it happened not even two hours ago. you know why you did it. your memory is sharp, it always has been, so tell me.”

miles exhaled, rubbing the palm of his hand on his forehead. “look, she came onto me while i was grabbing a soda. it was a heat-of-the-moment kind of thing! it didn’t mean any—“

“that’s what they all say, morales,” you cut him off with a scoff. “it didn’t mean anything but somehow you traveled from the kitchen downstairs to a spare bedroom upstairs so you could swap spit without anyone catching you?!” miles tried to speak, but you cut him off again. “were you even gonna tell me? because you came up in here acting like shit was sweet as if you weren’t just making out with the girl you swore i’d never have to worry about, meanwhile, i was home, sick! a fucking cold, miles!”

“i wasn’t gonna keep it to myself. i didn’t wanna hurt you,” miles said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “it wasn’t gonna happen again, i swear.”

none of the words miles spoke were convincing enough for you in the slightest, so you disregarded them.

“did i do something to you? are you holding a grudge about something and trying to get me back?!” you yelled, your voice trembling.

“no, it has nothing to do with you!” he hollered back, squeezing his eyes shut as if he was stressed out. he had no right.

“so then why the fuck would you go and do this shit?!” you were silent for a few seconds, chest heaving up and down while your heart beat out of your chest. your breath was sprinting away from you and you were trying to catch it. "it's bad enough that you kissed another girl, but arielle?"

miles pleaded, “it was a mistake.”

“damn right it was!” you narrowed your eyes to slits. “i can’t believe i trusted you, like, seriously. you’re sick.”

“i let you down, princessa, i know, i’m—“

“sorry?” you finished his sentence, folding your arms. you were far more angry than sad now. “miles, you weren’t sorry when you were kissing her. don’t be sorry now either. you were gonna kiss me with her bright pink lipgloss dried on your lips like it was nothing. you were gonna sit here and play me like i'm stupid. you were never gonna tell me!”

miles couldn’t counter that. he knew you were right, so it was back to uncomfortable silence apart from your hefty breathing and sniffles. miles had never seen you so angry. you'd never seen yourself so angry. there was no one else to blame but miles. you had no idea where to go from there. it was only after you asked the question that you were about to ask on impulse that you realized you should’ve wrapped this up many minutes before.

“is this the only time this has happened?”

miles was hesitant, his eyes growing wider. “yes!” he spat.

miles had a tell—not just his disinclination to answer your question the way he normally would, but also the way his eyebrows would position as if he wasn’t so sure himself. his teeth would clench behind his sealed lips, but you could tell because his jaw was tight and he swallowed hard, and he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands.

you knew all of this about miles, yet you felt like you were gazing into the eyes of a stranger.

this wasn’t the miles you fell in love with.

you muttered under your breath, “you know what? i’m wasting your time... and my own. you won’t have an answer that’s both truthful and something i wanna hear. we’re done, you and i. give me the key and get the hell out.”

“mami, come on—“

“nigga, deuces! i said leave!” you snapped as you backed away from him, holding your hand out.

miles dug deep in the right pocket of his black sweats, handing you the key. you flinched when your skin made contact with his. you didn't hesitate to trap the key in the palm of your hand, dropping your arm back down by your side. miles sighed to himself and trudged to the door to lace his shoes back up. you didn't even watch him leave, opting to turn around and battle the tears threatening to spill from your eyes instead. when you finally heard the front door shut, you rushed to lock it. you turned around and pressed your back to the door, face twisted in pure disbelief.

this was real.

you slid down to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest, your cries echoing through your empty house. you’d never been more grateful that your father was gone for the weekend. miles wouldn’t have heard the end of it. at least now you had time to make up some lie to cover for miles' ass, and it'd be the last damn time.

not even five minutes passed before someone knocked on the front door three times and you sniffled. miles was going to drive you insane. “go the fuck away!”

“it’s me, baby,” a muffled voice said from outside, but it’s one you recognize, and it’s most definitely not miles.

you wiped your tears with the sleeve of miles’ hoodie and stood up, twisting the lock to open the door for your best friend. she was holding a box of pizza in her hand with a tote bag strap over her shoulder.

“you’re early,” you mumbled, one of your hands pressed against the rim of the door.

“i ubered home and got my car. when i got here, i just parked and waited,” nae pushed past you. you closed the door and locked it again, following her to the kitchen, where she set the box of pizza down on the countertop. “you wouldn’t have called me either way. i know you.”

she was right. you weren’t mad at her for being there though. she had always been so good to you.

nae walked over to the dining table and placed her tote bag in one of the chairs. “i brought your favorite type of pizza, and i stopped by the store to grab some snacks and soda. those are still in my car though, so—”

“i don’t think i can stomach anything right now,” you stated as you rubbed your arm. “i broke up with miles.”

saying that out loud felt weird. and final.

“oh, my love,” nae’s brows lowered and she shuffled over to you with open arms. she wrapped them around you and you did the same, sighing into her shoulder. you really didn't want to cry.

it hadn’t been long and you were already over feeling the way you did. you wanted to fast forward to the part where you got over miles for good. as an attempt to console you, nae was rubbing your back in a circular motion.

“you did the right thing,” she spoke lowly.

you withdrew from the hug and slightly opened your mouth, fixing to ask nae a question only god knew how to answer. “why did he do it though?”

she led you to the couch in your living room and sat you down, massaging her thumb over yours in a back-and-forth motion as your hand stayed clasped in hers. you stared down at your lap, sniffling every couple of seconds and swiping away stray tears.

“boys are just greedy, babe,” she shook her head. “so very greedy. they want it all. there are so many different reasons why people cheat. it’s difficult to pinpoint just one. my random guess is that… miles has issues?"

“issues?”

“mm-hmm,” she hummed. “internally. maybe he's insecure about himself, i don't know. whatever it is, it doesn’t justify infidelity. you were more than enough, it was him who was lacking."

“i don't get it. i mean, none of this makes any sense… unless i'm blind or stupid, it came out of nowhere. literal thin air. and when i asked, he said he didn't know why he kissed her,” you muttered.

nae sighed. “even if he isn't lying, he still did it.”

“i know,” you nodded. “and i'm sure it wasn't the first time. that’s why i left him.”

“and i’m so proud of you for that,” nae gave your hand a tight squeeze. “walking away isn’t easy for anyone. it takes forever for some people, but you did it just like that.”

“yeah, well, i kinda had to. it’s bad enough that arielle is gonna rub it in my face until we graduate, and even after that, she’ll probably find a way to .”

“there won’t be any of that,” nae promised. “miles isn’t going to take her seriously—if he even takes her at all. he lost you because of what he did with that bitch. he won’t even be able to look at her without feeling guilty.”

“she can have him, i don’t care either way,” you scoffed. that was a lie. you did care. you cared more than you’d let on if you ever even admit it.

“yeah, you do,” nae raised an eyebrow as if she had effortlessly read your mind. “let yourself feel. it’s how you’ll heal.”

“oh, i’m feeling alright. i’m weighing the pros and cons of murder,” you shakily exhaled, balling up your fists and closing your eyes. “i can’t believe this nigga. seriously.”

“i’d help you, but i’m not going to jail for him and neither are you.”

you let out a soft sigh, your gaze now fixed on your lap. the tears welling up in your eyes were beginning to cloud your vision. how someone could throw away so many years of loving one another so easily was so far beyond you.

“nae, i’ve been with miles for so long. he’s always been there—i don’t know how to be without him. he’s why i gave love a chance after swearing not to... now he’s shattered my perception of it. the worst part is i should hate him, but i don't. somehow, i still love him and—”

“hey,” nae cut you off. “that’s normal. how you feel is normal.”

you sniffled. “is it?"

“pshh, girl, yeah,” nae assured you, flicking out her wrist. “listen, breakups are terrible. you’re gonna cry and scream. you’re gonna wish you never met him. you’re going to go through old texts, swipe through old photos, and mope in his hoodies. all of that is okay. the worst thing you could ever do to yourself is force yourself not to feel,” nae paused. “if this is who he really is, then it's not your loss. i know it doesn't feel like that right now, but trust me... it just takes time. i don't know how long, but i know my best friend, so no matter how long it takes, you’ll be better than good without miles. i promise." "i'm still gonna miss him," you muttered, sniffling and drying your tears as they fell. nae wrapped her arm around you and exhaled. you sobbed into her shoulder, releasing all the pent-up frustration you'd been concealing in the name of keeping your cool. you'd never felt so inconsolable in your life. "i know, babe. i know."

❤︎₊ ⊹

it was late. 3:28am. time had never moved so slowly. you were genuinely considering calling 911 and telling them you were suffering from a heart attack. you were thoroughly convinced that this was damn near the same exact thing.

the moon wasn’t full tonight, but a waning crescent. it reflected you and how soulless and dejected you felt. the moonshine bleeding through your curtains was also the only source of light you would tolerate, the rest of your bedroom completely dark. you lay on your side facing the window, allowing the icy gusts of wind to hit your face. you were practically drowning in a sea of blankets all while still being in miles’ black hoodie.

nae was gone. she’d left about two hours ago, but not before suffocating you in countless hugs and forcing you to eat a slice of pizza and drink two glasses of water, despite your not wanting to ingest anything due to your unwavering nausea. you told her you’d be okay alone. you knew you wouldn’t and so did she, but you wanted to be alone, so she gave you your space and promised to check in on you when the sun rose. you loved nae dearly and you'd never take her for granted. you felt lucky to have such a kindhearted best friend.

you'd been in a 1v1 with your thoughts for a while now. your phone was powered off and shut away in one of your nightstand drawers to help resist urges. you hated that you wanted to call miles, but you did. you wanted to scream at him. belittle him until you just couldn’t anymore. and you wanted him to sit there and watch you do it without protest. you wanted him to be honest and tell you the truth. you wanted him to promise it would never happen again, and then you wanted to curl up under the covers of your bed with him and sob in his arms while he planted kisses on your forehead, apologizing profusely. you wanted him to tell you he loved you until you believed it again.

you couldn’t do any of that—you wouldn’t. it’d mean you have no respect for yourself. it felt like you hardly had any now, so you needed to keep the scarce amount that remained.

your thoughts were blank and sporadic all at once. you’d never been through a breakup, but you had a rough idea of how these things go, so you spent some time mapping it out in your head.

you'd eventually have to meet up to exchange one another's belongings. maybe rio would apologize on miles’ behalf and say she’d always love you. she’d call you a couple times a week. the calls would eventually come slower and grow more infrequent. soon, the calls wouldn’t come at all. even if there was the acknowledgment that rio’s arms were always open for you, they’d still feel closed. you'd treat them as such.

you'd barely eat because you couldn't stomach a single thing. you'd rot in your bed and binge all your favorite movies and shows. you'd go to war with the urge to run back to miles. you'd read old diary entries where you were gushing about how much you loved him and how amazing he was to you. you'd look back at old photos and videos. you'd reread old texts until you were sobbing so hard that you couldn't breathe.

you'd write letters that nobody was ever going to see and all the tears you shed would smudge the black ink and ruin your fancy penmanship. you'd lie to your dad and tell him that your relationship had just run its course and that you and miles needed to work on yourselves. your friends would check in on you, and of course, you'd tell them that you were okay every time, even if that was the furthest from that.

word gets around fast. when this dreadful weekend was over and monday crept up on you, you'd have to return to school and deal with the piercing stares and shameless gossip. you weren't ready for any of it, because now, everyone at school would know you as the girl who got cheated on by her long-term boyfriend for arielle. rumors would spread. words would be twisted and lies would be told, both about you and miles. in retrospect, it was all the more embarrassing for miles, but you still felt utterly humiliated. not to mention that you had no doubt in your mind that arielle was ready to run to his defense, preferably by kicking you when you're down.

sometimes, just for a fleeting moment, you'd forget about it all and your mind would go quiet. your heart wouldn't swell in longing and you wouldn't feel sick to your stomach. it never did last long before the same thoughts you desperately wanted to leave you alone started to pester you again. "but you two seemed so in love!" nosy girls at your school masking their prying motives behind what they thought were "supportive words" would soon tell you. the worst part is that you'd never know how to respond, because you thought you and miles were in love too. he was your sun and you were his moon. how could you so quickly forget that the sun didn't need the moon to shine, it was the other way around? you thought it was and always would be your heart tethered to his, but now you were left with a broken chain and a heartache.

you thought things would be different with miles. you truly did. now you knew that anyone could screw you over even if they crossed their heart. there weren't any exceptions, not anymore. miles proved that you can do everything right and still get done wrong. it wasn't fair. you should've known you weren't exempt from something like this happening, yet you still let yourself believe you were. maybe you jinxed it, or maybe you thought your case was special. maybe you thought this would never happen because you believed you were special. you only did because he made you feel that way.

you were sick and tired of brooding over your misfortune. you rolled onto your back with a frustrated groan and gaped at your ceiling, the cold air from outside still blowing against the side of your face. as exhausted as you were, sleep just wouldn't grant you sanction in its assuaging embrace.

what hurt the most is that you were so sure that you'd bagged a kind of love that was for the books. the kind of love you thought you could only dream about. though you weren't searching for him, the stars sent you miles morales. in your eyes, he was perfect. you loved and adored him, and swore he was your soulmate, made just for you. he was godsent and you never wanted to let him go, until tonight, when you learned that you were never the one who needed to hold on to begin with.

you came to the humbling conclusion that maybe the reason people told tales of faultless love was because real love was far too sickening to bear. it was merely a way to cope. nothing more, nothing less. maybe "happily ever after" had been a hoax all along. all the fairytales you had read growing up always began with “once upon a time”, but your story with miles ended with it, because loving him was easy—once upon a time.

maliland ©

#heavensent 🪽#miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles g morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #earth 42 miles x reader #spiderman #miles morales x black!reader #e 42 miles morales x reader #e 42 miles x black!reader #miles morales #itsv #atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #black fem reader

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chaotic-iguana · 2 years ago

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bruh.

what. what the fuck.

writing started off as an exploration; a hobby that i was just trying out. something new, to pass the time. but i feel like it has now evolved into an extension of my art. over time, my stories starting having more and more elements of the poetry-inspired commentary i like to have in the forefront of my paintings, or very simply the imagery i used to include in my poems themselves.

but that isn’t even the best part.

i’ve been writing for around a month, and i absolutely adore literally every single mutual i have on here. @breakfastatjoels, @mandoisapunk, @josephquinnswhore, @bastardmandennis, @nostalxgic, @pedrosaidsheispunk, @theywhowriteandknowthings @millerscoffee

you’re all such inspirations im so glad to know u all thank u all for existing i gen would not have kept writing/still be on this site without yall and i promise im wrapping up i just think its a little fucked that im…gaining traction? how? and the crazy thing?? that list of ppl tagged up there are like just the ones i could remember off the top of my head!! there’s so many more! @imherefordeanandbones, was my first follower and the first on my taglist, and one of the first people to make me think my writing was actually not that bad for a beginner!!

anyways while i literally question everything and melt in gratitude, i hope you all have great days. thank you very much. let’s hope we see many more!!

enough sappy shit.

as a celebration, im gonna write fics, blurbs or hcs (saw/nsfw) based on the following prompts:

this is from @havenoffandoms 800 follower celebration! just send me your character pairing and prompt. list below the cut

“I’m in love with you. Please, don’t leave me.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“You’re in love with them, aren’t you?”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“I thought you were dead.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Love is overrated.”

“If you think I’m going to talk to you while you’re dressed like that, you’re wrong!”

“Do you ever actually use your cellphone?”

“You don’t need to protect me.”

“You fainted… right into my waiting arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“You have to make a choice.”

“You have to remember.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“You know, it’s okay to cry.”

“You lied to me!”

“You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

“You need to wake up cause I can’t do this without you.”

“You’ll be the death of me.”

“The only thing hotter than seeing your orgasm is seeing your smile.”

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”

“From the minute I met them, there was no choice. They’re smart. They’re strong. They resent their parents enough to go for a person like me. Also they’re crazy hot.”

“What do you mean, I’m not scary? I literally nearly scared the life out of a man?” “You literally scared a little saliva and a little urine out of him.”

“When someone your age dies, you instinctively want to hear it was of something that could never happen to you. Well, it’s the same with divorce.”

“I get to stay home and plan the death of Dora the Explorer. Fill her backpack with bricks and throw her into the Candy Cane River.”

“You don’t ‘take a run’ at a person. You woo them. You make them feel special.” “Hey honey, look at this. It’s a picture of my butt.”

“I don’t like you.” “I’ll get over it.”

“You’re one of the most beautiful person I know, and you don’t even know it.” “No, I know it.”

“Why do you always have to throw wet blankets on my dreams?” “I do not.” “Yes you do. And you know what I end up with? Wet dreams.”

“So you’re gonna throw me under the bus?” “Oh, I’m gonna throw you so hard I might even win a stuffed animal.”

“Who wouldn’t be angry if you ate all the cereal and faked your death for three years?”

“Quick, catch the cat it stole my coin pouch!”

“I feel like I was just hit by a car… wait, I did? And it was YOUR car?”

“I can’t believe I’m sitting in a dungeon with you of all people.”

“So why do I have to punch that guy?”

“I may have accidentally sort of adopted five goats.”

“I hope you know that my name is actually _____”

“Please stop petting the prisoners.”

“Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”

“So what if I broke my arm, I’m still doing it.”

“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am?”

“I’m like 75% sure this won’t explode in our faces.”

“You know how my people are, we would destroy ourselves just for spite.”

“Wait, is that what you were trying to do? I’m sorry, I would’ve taken you much more seriously if I knew.”

“Let’s not blow the extortion charge out of proportion. My boss was just a sore loser.”

“Of all things, you would have thought that the rain was innocuous enough. Turns out, nothing is innocuous in this Gods forsaken place!”

“It’s illegal to make unauthorized species. But it’s also illegal to kill endangered species. Thankfully, I only did one of each.”

“The secret ingredient isn’t human flesh, that’s all I can say.”

“Where’s the king?” “He’s being chased by a wyvern. It’s an old tradition, you see.”

“If I serenade for you, will you strip for me?”

“This is new.”

“Make me.”

“Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“If you steal the blankets, I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Try it.”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“The thought of losing you scares me.”

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

thank you. love you all.

#follower celebration #400 followers #thank you #love you all literally so much

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thunder-shadow · 9 months ago

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I don't have enough words to thank and praise your fics, you are wonderful, I love the characterizations you give them.

How many creative liberties do you take to give them a characteristic trait? What was your process to give them those distinctive traits? :0

Pd: I'm using a translator so I trust it sounds coherent 😅 your fics help me a lot with my English to learn words. Haha

Awww thank uu <33333

Do you mean like, appearance traits, or personality traits? Appearance wise I just go off of vibes tbh LOL

Back when I wasn't writing fanfic yet, I made a little document where I just threw all my thoughts, and part of that was designs for the planets! I just steal from that haha

For example, Uranus originally didn't have a single braid, actually! He just had long hair with lots of braids scattered within it but when I started writing somehow I just fell upon the idea of him having one braid and now it's a permanent part of my idea for him XD

Versus Earth, he's basically stayed the same the entire time LOL - fun fact, I used to be part of the DSMP fandom and even to this day it's stuck within me bc I just imagine Earth dressing up like C!Dream in all the fanarts (the whole cropped hoodie with tight clothes underneath it) and now that's stuck in my design for him XD Also, I usually imagine him with an ISS hair-clip in his hair bc it just appeared in my mind one day and I was like YES

Jupiter and Saturn... honestly my mental designs for them two were influenced by akkkiii_lol SO much (if you haven't seen their art it's so good they were actually the first to introduce me to jupixturn (when they made a single piece of art for it) and i've been obssessed since). But if I could describe them in one phrase it'd be like... old-timey vampires LOL

I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO DROP THIS IN ANY OF MY FICS YET BUT THE SUN HAS STARS FOR PUPILS

Honestly I could talk forever about my mental pictures of each planet but I won't XD (unless ppl ask for specific planets ;))

Versus like wings and stuff - I have been OBSSESSED with wings for as long as I can remember (the supernatural fan in me popping out), so giving Mercury wings is such an easy decision for me haha

Personality wise, IDK

I literally just type dialogue or mental thoughts and then try to imagine the character saying that in my head and if I can't hear them saying it then I delete and try again LOL

Otherwise, I never know if my characters feel consistent across stories because I can never read my fanfics from a reader's POV 😭 i can only read them with author brain

But yeah, creative liberties... I honestly don't know how much I would say I take LOL

I hope this is what u actually wanted me to talk about ;-; if not, feel free to send another ask, I love talking :DD

And dw, it was coherent!! I'm glad my fics are helping you <333

#my mental designs are also very much influenced by what I find attractive LMAO #i hope this is what u wanted to know haha #if not pls ask again and i'll try my best ;-;#axtumn's asks

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the-kipsabian · 2 years ago

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OKAY. ORANGEKIP HEADCANONS I HAVE IN LIKE NO PARTICULAR ORDER

- kip has a secret album of pics on his phone where he caught oc smiling and took a picture without him knowing

- if they were to move to japan (yeah, that fic's happening. idk when tho), kip would be like so dedicated to learning the language, but oc would just learn enough phrases to get by as they would usually have chris around to help anyway

- oc loves laying on top of kip. he's just so comfy to him and he falls asleep often like this

- with ace!oc, if kip ever heard someone telling oc that he's broken/sick/whatev, he would give them hell. like, he would not hold anything back because how fucking dare they and oc has to keep him from punching someone.

that's all i can brain for now. hope this helps!

oc smiles so rare kip would absolutely be sneaking in photos whenever he could of it omg (also as a bonus, he tries to be very sneaky about it but oc absolutely knows that hes doing it but he pretends to be completely oblivious and just gives kip more photo ops whenever he can)

just god. oc doing the bare minimum (tho i feel like secretly he picks up things while watching kip trying to learn and he only very rarely flexes the fact that he actually does know more than just few basic tourist phrases). i love him but also why is he like this lmao

also cat!oc confirmed he would just. lay on top of kip and curl in his lap and he would just be sssooooo comfy - while hes in the way but since its oc kip doesnt mind at all

ALSO YES. having witnessed kip shutting down hate and phobes before, he would absolutely do this tho, can confirm. he tolerates none of this shit, not only cause its shitty behavior in general but especially since he has friends/loved ones these ppl are making fun of. hes not one to usually get into physical altercations, but man if you insult someone like this in front of his face.. there will be insults. probably blood if someone doesnt hold him back, and it'll take ages for him to calm down (and a lot of 'its okay im fine thank you tho i love you's from oc tbh)

these are all so cute my ggggod thank you so much 💜💜

#also ngl maybe not directly inspired by that last one but now i got ace!oc in the brain i might have to try to write something mmmm #wrestling musing #orangekip #midnightpretenders0 #birdhouse ✉

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flfverse · 2 years ago

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TRANS KIRI RIGHTS!!!!!

Oh my god I read it last night before bed and it’s ALL I could think about!!! And it’s STILL all I can think about!!! I’m so in love with this concept and so glad you ended up writing this. The slow realization, the denial, the imposter syndrome, the perceived selfishness—it’s all soooo good and really speaks to what I feel like is kind of this internalized orientationism that exists unconsciously in the greater society of your worldbuilding from which a lot of the trans issues or Hawks’s internalized subphobia (is that a thing? Is now) kind of stem insidiously. Kirishima is like “I’m a dom! It’s my job to protect ppl and I’m a hero anyway so it all works out!” But that’s a trap he doesn’t realize he’s stuck in until he’s really forced to confront it, and I’m soooo in love with how you handled him avoiding the issue until it blew up in his face (because I’m an angst/hurt/comfort lover). Got all the swoopy feelings in my stomach about it and even when I go back to read it again I still get em 🩵

Kiri’s evolution is something I’m so excited to read further about… I really hope you’ll explore him trying to hide it from his friends, who are so used to using him as a dom sounding board when they need help. I can’t imagine he’ll find it easy to give up that role easily, since he cares so much for his friends and wants to support them in any way he can, and also because I wonder if the weight of their expectations will be hard to get out from under without outing himself? Like I can just see Sero torn on the sidelines watching Kirishima do things that hurt himself but not knowing how to intervene in a way that respects Kirishima’s boundaries but also is healthy for him?

Which also makes me wonder about our dear, beloved, hyper vigilant Aizawa-sensei… because I’m an ever-guilty Aizawa lover…….!! But that aside, my excuse for bringing him is that I think he would at least notice something off with kirishima and his dynamic w the class (unless he’s not their teacher at this point? Tbh I’m admittedly not sure how school is looking for these kids at this point in your story ehehe). But I can also picture sero going to him like “girl help! My bf is (redacted) and he’s hurting himself over it and idk what to do!” Or also kiri showing up in the office like “Sensei help! I’m (redacted) and idk what to do!” And Aizawa being like “well I can’t help if I don’t know the root of the problem but also I respect boundaries so….”

Sorry got carried away a bit. But the point is! I loved this fic and CANT wait to see where you’ll take it next.

Enjoy your hiatus! You’ve more than earned it. Until the next update, I’ll be lurking on old chapters and poking you in your asks 🩵

—V

TRANS!!! KIRI!!! RIGHTS!!! 🩵🩵🩵

oh yeah, i definitely want to explore him hiding things from the others. we loveee that angst. i don’t know when i want him to come out…in Cross the Line i did write a little throwaway convo about him and sero both being doms before i decided to hit him with the trans beam, and i’m still undecided on what to do about that. they’re all around 23 at that point, which is a pretty long time to hide, so i might change it. i can definitely see him only coming out to a few people for the sake of his hero career….we’ll see.

aizawa is definitely still around! in my head they keep the same homeroom teacher bc i loveee dadzawa and it makes sense?? right?? if he’s training them?? yeah.

i lowkey forgot he would be around noticing all of this but yeah, he would definitely notice the dynamic was off and be like, waiting for the right excuse to poke at the issue. and sero would absolutely come to him well before kiri would :(( ack i’m making myself sad thinking about him now

i like this version of kiri (and all versions of trans kiri) bc he has this kind of comedic level of emphasis on manliness and being the steady unwavering rock for his friends, which is very wholesome, but also BUDDY. you need to base your identity on more things than that. i think it is very genuine, which is why i love him, but also you could play it like he’s compensating, like if he just says it enough it’ll be true.

augh. enough sadkiri thoughts. let’s think about puppykiri again and ask the REAL question which is: why does his costume have a psuedo-muzzle, hm? what’s happening here

thank you for coming to my ted talk. i think the next little edition of this mini saga will just be focused on kiri and sero and puppy play (and some trans feelings), but after that it’d be fun to do some angst. or before. depends which i finish first, i guess?

#asked and answered #anon v #kirishima eijirou #wrong side of the fence #ish #possible ideas

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seekforwarmth · 1 year ago

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hi, lou! 💙

thank you for your great wishes. i really feel better now, don't worry! 🫂

i think i have watched two or three documentaries. can you recommend me your top 3 favorite? 😄

oh, i understand how you feel. i have been in a writing rut for few days. i think was a bit too harsh on myself, because i just want it to be perfect, you know? and i'm not really satisfied with what i have written til now. as you know, this is my first time participating in this kind of fests, so i was wondering... what does a "check-in" mean for the event? my work should be ready til the date of the check-in or...? 😞

it's so good to see louis again. i missed his pretty face so much. he looked so happy and smiley. can't wait to see more from him this year. 🐳

scotland and brazil sound amazing! one of my friends went to study in scotland and after she graduated from college, she decided to stay and work there instead of coming back to my hometown. i have always dreamed about traveling all over the world. the most recent destination i put on my wish list is madeira island. 🦋

my questions for the day: what inspired you to make gifs and gifsets? how did you learn to make them? 😇

take care,

- your secret valentine 🥹

hi, my love! 💖

i’m glad you’re better but just in case, pls know that you always come first.

mind you, i haven’t watched a lot, i have just started so i don’t have favourites yet. but i’ll mention the last ones i watched and maybe they seem of interest to you: “american nightmare”, “keep sweet”, and “escaping twin flames”. check out the warnings though, they deal with heavy topics.

i completely understand you bc it’s how i always feel when writing a fic, i want everything to be perfect, but we’re humans and we’re not perfect. the best thing we can do is just enjoy the process. i know you can’t tell me too much 🤭 but ask yourself what are you most excited to write abt and then write it (a first kiss? a conflict? the end?). it may help you to see with clarity where your story is going. like, i stopped working on my wip for several days bc i can’t seem to write any descriptions but yesterday i was like “what if i just write the dialogues and leave the rest for later?” and that’s what i did, so now i’m excited to keep working on the dialogues and i can add the descriptions later, or change them as the story goes idk. and maybe i’m just biased but to me you’re amazing, and i’m sure your story will be too bc you’re the one writing it. <3

as for the “check-in”, i think they just want to make sure that the person is working on the gift bc if i remember correctly, the creation period marks until february 13th which means you have until pretty much the very last minute to finish everything. i’m so nervous abt it bc it seems so close now but i’m sure we both can do it! 😁

seeing louis was everything i needed and more tbh! i feel that’s why i was extra motivated yesterday. just seeing him makes me extremely happy 🤧

madeira island sounds amazing! i just googled it and it looks like a great place to visit. i hope you get the chance to do it!

ooooof, i hope i don’t bore you with this lol. when i first joined the fandom, i met a person (i won’t name them out of respect bc it’s a unique name and maybe they don’t want ppl to know, they’re not in the fandom anymore) who knew how to make gifs and graphics. i felt like i wasn’t contributing to fandom anything bc the only thing i did was reblogging (which btw that’s already doing so much in this era where no one wants to reblog anything), so i asked this person if they could teach me how to make them. i started with graphics bc it was easier for me to work with pictures and stuff, and once i get the hang of it, i started with gifs. the first ones i made were of louis saying “soccer” for the usaians benefit 🤧 but anyway, even before starting making gifs, i was in a gc with a lot of gifmakers and they were very welcoming but i felt alien being the only one who didn’t know what they were talking abt when they were complaining abt frames, and quality, and colouring 🫠 i have to thank A LOT of ppl in the fandom who used to make tutorials, share their colouring tips, and just in general were very supportive. none of them is in the fandom anymore but you can still see their gifs around heheh. i know i’m not the fastest one making them, but i still feel proud of the quality and the colouring in my gifs <3

i have a question for you! if louis was an actor, what kind of movie would you like him to be in? 🤩

take care, my sweet!

#blvalentine #anonymous #answered

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forcemeanakin · 2 years ago

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Indy, my love, you left me with no choice but to pour my heart out to you once more, because GOD weren't you the sweetest!!!!!

this reblog is one of the most thoughtful, sweetest, kindest things ive ever read. AND I DID IT? SHUT UP. SHUT UP. WHAT AN HONOR!!!

genuinely it is my favorite thing to hear about what worked within a fic. Everything works tbh you are so amazing babe

considering i've written my entire life IT SHOWS GOD I love you vocabulary and the way everything flows

i consider my own work with very high regard and hold myself to a standard when i write a piece and this one was one of my favorites. to hear that you daydreamed about THTM is insanely flattering (i do hope your grade is not suffering bcos of me) It didn't! Don't worry! But my brain was absolutely fried by the word schutta for the following month. True story.

"i was actually moved to tears." and "moves me in a way i can't articulate" bro I'm so fucking happy that I made you this happy. I love you srsly

"i'm very protective of it" babe I'm here for you, I'm front line soldier for this masterpiece.

"you delivered oh my god you delivered. what a wonderful wonderful gift" You're very welcome!!!! I shall do this more often, I loved everything about this exercise :)

thats one of my favorite actions in the piece. ugh. god. SO PERFECT.

your petition for me to write a piece about anakin overcharging you for something you cant pay for so youre forced to pay him back with your body... i will take it under consideration. *bow downs like a server in one of those old movies from Middle Age* thank you my lord

had me fucking grinning. why was this so hot and cute omg

i love writing those details bcos im such a dick rider irl i love dicks in the right context and i also love sucking on tongue like im sucking dick I swearrr AHH ME TOO. (I need to try the sucking tongue like that trick once I met someone worthy of my acquired slutiness)

"this made me laugh hard" highest motherfucking compliment

i love that you referenced my humping drabble bcos i love that piece so much and i too loveee humping goddd i love it sm One of my favorite pieces from your page, hands down

the one quote you loved enough to make the text bigger and just write a sentence about how much you loved it ugh!!! that is the shit mina!!!! this is so amazing i fucking love this !!!! I still think it was not big enough, I seriously loved it!!! I fucking melted and I'm not using the world lightly!!!

the two quotes about him calling you his hole and fucking it til you cry,,, and then the one about turning you off so he could fuck an even tighter hole.. those were prolly my two favorite lines and i love that you picked them out I could feel the passion behind the writing, and I think that is was makes a fic so lovable and unique. Through all of it, really, I can feel your essence, Indy. I can feel how much you care and it makes me care. This is what writing is about; even if it's fan fiction smut. Genius.

this. is. the. best. news. i love introducing ppl to shit oh my fucking god. BRO I DISCOVERED SO MANY KINKS BECAUSE OF YOU. Infidelity kink is on my top 5 because of the picture perfect au, on god

this line had me in fucking stitches both times i read it i was laughing and doubling over no lie its so fucking funny im laughing about it still while writing about it Now I'm blushing so hard, I feel so validated by you, god it's embarrassing

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anakin skywalker x fem!reader

prompt: supplied by @xstarkillerx | masterlist

summary: after a market mishap, anakin gives you a more personal lesson in how to speak his native language.

MINORS DNI 18+

word count: 3k | character(s): anakin skywalker

notes:

semi-inspired by my past work “talk huttese to me” but it is not required reading to understand this piece.

warnings: size difference, anakin lowkey babying you and then degrading the fuck out of you, you know a little huttese, anakin gets a little degraded too, vag fingering, some choking (f receiving), anakin being a mean sadist, overstimulation, squirting, anakin’s exhibits his piss kink interest, dacryphilia, edging, dumbification, no use of y/n i think

“Keep up.” Anakin chastises you, and you obey, increasing your pace to meet his monstrous strides, struggling to maintain his speed. “I want to make this quick.”

“I don’t know if I know enough—“ you protest, glancing at your feet to avoid tripping over the rippled sand.

“Don’t sell yourself short, you’ve been doing well.” he insists, his hand instinctively guiding you by the small of your back. “I’ll be right behind you.” The day breeze is warm, but it’s Anakin’s touch that burns you. Timidly responding with a complacent confirmation despite your doubts.

Open-aired bodegas line the street, merchants with goods to sell wait for willing customers. Anakin had warned you about the demographic of Tatooine, but you’d expected far meaner appearances. Bashful still, your gaze turns to Anakin uneasily, who greets you with his kind eyes, and uncharacteristic patience.

“Yes?” he says softly, and you feel like retreating into his arms.

“What are we looking for again?” your tone, feathery light, causes your lover to lend his ear to you so as to hear you over the rustle of passersby. You repeat yourself, shyer than before in response to his abrupt proximity.

He maintains that closeness, retracting only to look into your eyes. “An aeromagnifier.” A pause, so he adds, “Do you remember how to say it?”

In this moment, you feel ashamed to admit how much you like when he babies you like this. “Yes, yes, I remember.”

“Alright, this way.” His metal hand hooks around your waist, and you approach a man at his seat. Out of the options, he seemed the sleaziest by far, which did not assuage your nerves. “Go on,” he encourages in a whisper so only you can hear it, allowing you to step forward without him.

The vendor notices you, and immediately turns on the artificial charm. A wide, toothy and yellowed grin, peering at you with his enlarged red eyes through bifocals attached to his head in meticulous machinery. “Hello, welcome, welcome,” he says in a rasp, and you can smell the cigarette he smoked prior to this engagement.

“Hi,” The only formal greeting you know in Huttese, and you pray it suffices for proper engagement.

“Ah, the little lady speaks my language. Should’ve known. Little lady, what can I do for you? What are you looking for?”

You glance back at Anakin, who goads you with a chastening expression. As if to say that you can’t back out now. You pivot your attention back to the merchant clasping his gold-ringed fingers in anticipation.

“Perhaps, the lady does not know what she searches for…?” he trails off, awaiting you to finish the sentence for him.

“No, no. I know what to do.” you reply, but is it to convince you or him? Your knowledge in Huttese is limited to predictable small talk and basic commands. You’re trying to keep it as simple as possible, and luckily he talks slow enough for you to understand him, repeating lots of words that help your context clues. “I need an aeromagnifier. The one there-'' You point to its location. “There.”

“Yes, yes, this one, this one. I see.” The vendor recedes to the back of his shop, shaded by his canopy hanging overhead, and retrieves it, bringing it to the light to present it to you. He gestures to it with a tantalizing flutter of his fingers down its figure. “Good taste, good taste. This one, little lady, is two-fifty. Two-fifty nothing less.”

“Two-fifty?”

“Two-fifty, two-fifty. Nothing more, nothing less. Two-fifty.”

“That… um, I don’t understand.”

The merchant lets his act slip marginally, enough for you to note it, but only to decide he must’ve enacted his contempt because of your unreasonable phrasing. You’re floundering, you must be. “What’s there to not understand? How do you not understand?”

“No two-fifty. Too much?” Suddenly, your knowledge of Huttese is dissipating out of fear. Unable to properly convey your disagreement when the price isn’t what you thought it’d be.

“‘Too much’—? How ‘too much’—?”

The conversation makes your hands sweat, wondering if you did something wrong. No sooner do you turn to search for Anakin’s help when he meets the vendor at the table, at the ready for your rescue. When he interjects, you barely keep up to how quickly they talk.

“Choy tay saka ‘ton-sin’? Mi wat do suzun nawee eet raun, kung. Ton-sin’d do karkin’ moocha. Soong wanga—“ You get every other word, something about being a thief, “to steal” specifically. You furrow your brows, attempting your best to follow the discussion.

“Wanga-threnten!” The merchant declares, holding his finger up to Anakin’s face, who promptly pushes it out of his way.

“Tagwa, deetso eff chuba noah moocha. Wanga mo noah, sleemo.” Decisive as always, Anakin silences his opponent with his confidence. From what you gathered, Anakin gave him an ultimatum. The price as one, instead of two-fifty.

The vendor, reluctantly, concedes with a flapping of his hand to signal to Anakin to calm down. Dramatizing the situation because Anakin had been atypically placid the entire exchange. The way he took control of the situation and forced someone to yield so determinately, had you rubbing your legs together. You’re addicted to this personification he takes on when he speaks his native language.

Anakin turns his attention to you, and you jump in place when he addresses you, having been too entranced to realize your own presence. “Go ahead and pay him, baby.” He eyes you through his brows, softening his voice, “Did you get all that?”

“Just one, right?” you confirm, collecting five wupiupi pieces to give to the grumbling merchant.

As Anakin guides you away with the aeromagnifier in possession, you hear a phrase you could never mistake. “E chu ta!” the vendor calls after the two of you. ‘Fuck you!’ he’d said.

Anakin hollers over his shoulder, “Chuba ta, maya punchee.” You too, weak-minded friend.

You chuckle to yourself.

“Should’ve known they’d try to take advantage of me. I mean, the guy talked to me like I was stupid- and I was actually grateful for it.” you relay to Anakin, wryly grinning about the ordeal as you wash your hair. Suds pouring down the column of your neck to trail around your naked body. Wiping soap from your eyes, you open them to gauge your lover’s reaction. There’s a smile on his face you cannot place, whether it’s endearment, or meant to be demeaning, you didn’t know.

“I would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t. Pretty little thing like you?” he teased, moistening his lips and advancing on you playfully. You absorbed his subtle bump, curbing your instinct to scold him since you like when he talks down to you. “I would’ve tried to take advantage of you too.”

A comfortable silence follows while you stare up at him with stars in your dilated pupils, hot water rinsing your hair. He holds your gaze faithfully, and you break it before you lose yourself in him. “I thought I did pretty good.” you praise yourself to change the subject from the idea of Anakin having his way with you, from the fantasy that he’d overcharge you for a product and when you can’t pay your way out you sell your body to him instead. Showering together makes you go crazy sometimes. “Speaking it, I mean.”

“You did.” he concurred verbally, but his tone conveyed another layer. His large hands cup your hips, guiding you to the side so he can have his turn under the faucet. You raise a brow at him. “You could do better though.” His challenge jellies your legs. You watch, like a lovesick fool, as he tips his head back into the water, and comes to, shaking his curls out. Droplets draw down his herculean form. Ever since he saved you from the market— as silly as it was— you could not stop thinking about fucking him.

“Oh, yeah?” You fall into his trap.

“Your pronunciation is too polished. If you don’t sound like a local, people won’t treat you like one. They’ll treat you like a sucker.”

Much like that vendor today. As soon as Anakin stepped in, he backed off. Remembering how assertive Anakin was is all too much. You’re about ready to get on your knees and start blowing him like a real sucker would.

Anakin sensed your frenzied need for him as soon as the two of you had left the market. Your desire is no secret. Certainly not one you can keep from him.

“Alright, so what do I change?”

“I’ll show you. Hear what I say,” he tells you and you swallow hard, mouth drying up. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa.” he says, and you practically melt. “Now, say it back to me.”

Obediently, you parrot it back to him. There was one distinct word you're sure you’ve heard before.

No sooner had you finished your sentence than his palm cupped your chin, tucking it into the web of his thumb. The tips of his fingers press into your cheeks, pursing your lips for you. “Say it again,” He emphasizes his command by pinching further, a sting in your buccal. “At-“ You listen intently, the phonetic arrangement teaching you to put your tongue behind your teeth when pronouncing the “T” at the end.

“At-“

“Eep-tuk-“

“Ee—“ you stifle a giggle at your positioning, worried you’ll earn yourself a reprimand from your stoic teacher. “E- eept—“ You dissolve into your laughter, and a loving grin breaks out onto Anakin’s face, contrasting his demanding nature from before. He draws you in by his clutch of your cheeks, kissing on your puckered lips over and over again until his hold loosens enough for you to escape it. “No, don’t distract me!” you plead, “I can do it! Ee… Eep-tuuk—“ Your weak dissent of your hands against his chest does nothing to dissuade him. He chases you, and envelopes you in his arms, sliding your wet naked bodies together as he captures your mouth. He wastes no time in prying your lips open, inviting his tongue in to explore all it can.

It’s a wonder you didn’t notice how heavy his cock lay against your leg until he humps you with it clumsily, searching for some comforting friction after witnessing your attempt at immersing yourself in his culture.

Habitually, you withdraw to make room for yourself, enclosing your lips around his tongue to suck on it and bob your head as if you’re giving him oral. Usually, such a thing coaxes a whimper out of him, a desperate beg to put that gifted mouth to use on his cock. Instead, it only heightens his desire for you, to have you as quickly as possible. He slams you against the cold tiling, stealing the breath from your lungs, freeing his mouth to plant sloppy, open kisses onto your cheek and down your neck. Anywhere within his reach is mouthed passionately, tongued as if it’s not a mundane part of you but your very core itself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head once he meets with your pulse point, propped up by his body against yours. “Ani…“ He hums in response to the call of his name, admitting his approval for it with a bite into your flesh. “What did you say earlier?” you exhale, palms outlined the dips in his muscle.

“In Huttese?” he speaks against your skin and it tickles you, pinching your head into your shoulder, his damp curls brushing your jawline. “‘This little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’”

“Fuck you, would you really have me say that?”

“Tell that to your puppy eyes. Begging me to save you as soon as shit got tough. My poor baby, so pitiful,”

As if to discipline him, you shove him, but he remains undeterred. There’s no need to make fun of you for needing help, besides he’d volunteered before you even asked. There’s plenty you can do on your own, without him. You can be independent.

You don’t get a chance to defend yourself as he maneuvers you to arch your back, his mouth traveling to consume your collarbones and upper chest as he bends over you, thick arms behind you to secure you. “Gimme those tits, baby, wanna swallow them.” he demands from you in Huttese, but this time you’re able to understand the gist of what he’s saying.

“Maker, Anakin, you’re so gross.” you tell him, but as you suspect, he grins in response. His teeth scrape against you, and he does as he promised. Lapping at your nipple as if seeking it out to latch, to suckle. Your hands slide into his hair, sighing out as he imbibes as much of the fat he can. “Ani—“ you whine, wiggling your hips to chase any friction you can afford.

Swiftly, he answers you, with his large hand cupping your mound, soothing it with slow circles. You press yourself into his grasp, rolling your hips. It earns you a sharp bite to your sensitive bud and you yelp. To exhibit patience, you let him explore your pussy as he sees fit. Fingers dipping into its wells, circling your folds and flicking up against your clit every so lightly. “Such a pretty thing. My hole, you know that? My hole.” The key words are lost on you. “Gonna fuck this little hole til it’s red and swollen. Til you cry.”

You whimper, regardless if you can’t understand him, and he sticks a single finger in, only to pull out to stretch you with two.

“How fucking tight can you get? Almost wanna turn you off so I can make it tighter. You’d let me do it too.” He licks water off of you, up the valley of your breasts, and takes your lips in a passionate kiss, scissoring you open so he can swallow the noises you make. Experimentally, he massages your insides, his thumb brushing your clit every so often as he pistons deeper inside. Your curiosity is killing you enough to break the kiss.

“What the hell are you saying to me right now, Anakin?” you breathe, slumping against the wall while he fingers you. Why the hell did it work so well on you? Immediately soaking when you know he’s talking dirty in a language you can’t translate quick enough.

“If you keep up with your lessons, you’ll know one day,” he promises. Instinctively, you shy away, pivoting your head as you squeeze your eyes shut, nearing your release. To counter that behavior, Anakin heightens and uses his free hand to clutch your neck, redirecting your attention to where it belongs. On him. “Don’t be stupid.” This insult you know.

You frown at him, but as soon as your gaze lands on him, he speeds up, curling his fingers in a way that has you reeling. Your favorite spot, erasing all of your offense in a motion. Worsening when he sneaks in another finger.

“Oh? What are you gonna do about it?”

You can barely keep your eyes open, staring at him through thick lashes because it’s what he wants. His grip squeezes, and it enhances your pleasure, tingles spreading throughout your entire body.

“Can’t pretend you hate it. Can’t lie to me, can’t hide from me.” His admonishing tone only adds to how the coil in your belly winds, the heat in between your legs desperate to go somewhere, anywhere. He leans into you, burying his nose in your cheek as he talks shit in your ear. ”You’re gonna say it for me one more time,” he demands, and you stifle your wail of despair. How he teeters you, so close to where you need to be, and takes it from you at the last second. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa. Do you understand?”

“Ani, I can’t—“ There’s not a possibility, how could you think let alone speak?

“You can.” He leaves no room for argument, his teeth biting down onto your earlobe to tug on it. “Don’t tell me you’re this fucking dumb and all I’m using is my fucking hand.”

“Fuck,” you curse in the language, which earns you a snicker from him, his breath against you sending shivers down your spine. “Okay— ah! Okay… Uh,”

Your walls clench around him, signaling your impending release. Reading them like a book, he keeps you right where he wants you. A damn near painful experience, and he knows it.

He recoils so he can see your pretty face, jutting his chin. Bragging about his competence when he’s the one unaffected. “At-“

Idling for too long earns you a hard press of your clit and you mewl. Hastily, you manage, “At-“

“Eeptuk-“

“Eeptook—“

“Baby.” he lowers his voice, fit to scold you. “Do you want to cum or not?”

“I do, I fucking do, please.”

“Then do as I say.” He commands it of you as if it is so simple! His thumb traces your jawline soothingly, but his grip stays firm.

“Eeptuk,” you flinch, worried that if you’d pronounced wrong like before you’d receive some sort of punishment. “schutta-“ The word you most recognize. Slut. His favorite pet-name for you whenever he was persuaded to speak his native tongue. Keen on tripping you up, he increased his pace, and out of the corner of your eye you witness how swollen his arm has become from this workout. Veins popping out. It fucked you up. “Hagwa non che-“

“Chee’toosa. Right, baby? Almost done.”

Your eyes burn, red in the face out of frustration. “Chee’toosa.”

“That’s right. Like I said, ‘this little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’” If you had the energy, you’d fight him on it. Unfortunately you’re spent, the only reason you’re upright is his body weight. He’s right, all you wanted from him is what he can give you.

Unintelligible noises spill from you, rocking into his hand movements, but this time he lets you. His intense eyes hold your gaze unapologetically, waiting to feast on your orgasm.

“Does a brat like you really deserve to cum? Should leave you like this.” Weakly, you shake your head, on the verge of crying from his cruelty if he really put you through all that just to steal it from you. You’re at your edge. There isn’t anything in the world you crave more than finishing right now. His thumb works into your clit, getting you to reach that breaking point, attaining it. You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you beginning from the tips of your toes, crawling up your spine. The fact he can bring you to this using only a hand awes you. You brace yourself on him, clawing into his bicep.

He doesn’t stop there. An overstimulation already setting in from how heartlessly his rough fingers glide in and out of you, unbothered to let you recuperate. How he takes your pleasure for himself. You’re fucking his hand, but he’s feeding off of you, playing with your parts for his own fascination.

Your throat is released, causing your vision to haze, and he hooks his hand under your knee, hiking your leg up. Your cum drips from his palm, but he’s still going, regardless of your protests. “You wanted this, c’mon,” Your pussy feels raw, yet he probes it, and when he pinches the sensitive flesh between his fingers, tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Are you about to piss? Fuck, you really are a little slut. You’re about to squirt all over me, huh?”

“Anakin!”

“Do it, go on. Can’t believe how disgusting you are. Don’t worry, I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue afterwards.”

It stings how he fucks with your bladder, readying that most sacred attribute. Not everyone can squirt, but you can, and Anakin fucking loves it. Enough to pull it from you whenever he wants. You don’t need to know Huttese to get what he’s trying to do to you right now.

“Yeah, you like that, whore? You wanna lap up your piss from my legs? Suck it off my dick? Here it comes, get ready.”

You keen, the floodgates finally opening to spray your dirty fluids all over your lover. Hot and wet, running down your thighs. The act itself, the intensity, causes you to choke back sobs. Anakin lets your leg drop, and gingerly he tugs his digits from their wedge inside you. Flattening his hand against your sex, soothing it with a light massage. He bites his lip, holding back his smile as you try to hide your tears from him. “Too much, baby?”

“You are such an asshole.” you speak Huttese, with perfect pronunciation. It gets him to laugh, drawing you to him so he can lick your salty tears away, and help you clean up in the shower.

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Hello there. New follower here... I just saw your Law fic for your 555 milestone event and it was amazing. The next work of yours I read was also amazing. Your writing is superb and I can't wait to read your other works.

I wanted to congratulate you on 555+ followers, so, congrats! The event you put together looks like a lot of fun; I would like to make a request for it, but when I click on the rules link it brings me to your home page, so apologies if I'm doing it wrong. Call me out if I've done something incorrectly.

Could I please order a parfait, lollipop, and glazed donut with caramel and Poppy seeds with either Trafalgar Law or Suguru Geto (idk if you write for the latter, but either one is great). Thank you kindly for considering and congrats again :)

hi & welcome! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა ꕤ i'm rly happy you enjoy my work, i'm always striving to write immersive pieces for everyone to engage with! i chose geto for this one, since i haven't written a fic for him yet, so i hope i did him justice 😊 thanks so much for requesting 💛 also i meant to say this like last week, but thank you for letting me know about my rules link. i'm such an old-school tumblr user, i forget most ppl use the app so those links work best on desktop but i fixed everything now (i think lmao) but no you're fine! i had so much fun writing this.

3.3k words (i know, i got carried away), fem reader, smut + hurt/comfort, nsfw, 18+, mdni; reader has an established friendship w. geto (through gojo, ofc); very angsty, idk what came over me but that's the life of a writer yk; there's fluff if you ignore all the angst and drama in the beginning; reader is feisty but geto is in2 it; feat. a bit of blood (not too much), brief mention of masturbation, a crummy ex-bf, alcohol, and balcony sex -- gojo sort of makes an appearance but not really.

“you are terrifying and strange and beautiful, someone not everyone knows how to love.” — warsan shire

a small vinyl record player sits in the back corner of your living room, a melancholic song on repeat, permeating the air, suffocating you to no end. the record keeps skipping, but you can’t be bothered to change it. crushed rose petals sit in the palm of your hand, your fist still clenched tightly, your nails tearing through the petals, a musky, sweet scent wafting in the air — but you don’t think about any of that. you’d torn at the roses as soon as you got inside of your apartment; your left hand is cut from the thorns, the blood dried, the wound barely noticeable, while your right ripped the rose off each stem. fury sits in the pit of your stomach, bubbling menacingly as you continue to stare at the deep wine stain on the fluffy white rug in your living room.

a bottle of wine lays next to your feet, cold and solitary — like me, you tell yourself bitterly; you’ve yet to pick it up, fearing you’ll cause more damage by throwing it at the wall and knocking off the picture frames that hang neatly. you clench your teeth so hard your jaw aches, but you don’t feel it — how can you, when just hours prior you were told, very publicly, that you’re an insensitive, unfeeling, bitch.

your throat is raw from how much you yelled after that, your eyes sting from unshed tears — if you cry, he wins; if you cry, you’ll come off as weak; if you cry, then it means you cared more than you said you did. you made sure to laugh in his face loudly, to strategically flip your blown out hair over your shoulder, to smirk at his date before stealing a chocolate covered strawberry off her plate — fiancée, you remind yourself for the tenth time — before strutting off.

each step you took hurt more than the last, but you walked with confidence, your head held high, and took a cab back home. the roses were a gift from an admirer — the anonymous kind, someone who clearly knows you but you don’t know them. you feel bad for destroying them, feel bad for knocking over the wine after having a few glasses, and feel bad that you’re sitting alone, filled with emptiness and regret.

you grab your phone and call gojo satoru — a good friend with bad timing and even worse tact — it rings for a long time before going to voicemail; his voice is saccharine, annoyingly coy, and overall obnoxious. for some reason, it pisses you off. your anger comes to a boiling point and you lash out.

“first of all, you’re the absolute worst,” you say loudly, the words like ash on your tongue, guilt plaguing you as you glance around the room, eying the picture frames and various trinkets you collected with him over the year. you know it’s not gojo’s fault, he was looking out for you — he kept telling you to open your eyes, you just didn’t want to listen. you didn’t want to acknowledge that your boyfriend — now, ex-boyfriend — was cheating; but that’s not the story, now, is it?

he swore to you that you were his one and only, pledged his love more times than you could count, only to find out that you were actually the other woman in this equation — mistress, really — and you had no fucking idea. the truth sits in your chest, expands and then clamps tightly around your rib cage making it hard to breathe.

“you were right, satoru. so damn right, i’m so stupid, god.” you hang up after that, toss your phone onto the coffee table and stand up to stretch your legs. the rose petals fall from your hand and you sigh loudly, eyes glancing around at the mess you’ve made.

your heels lay abandoned by the front door and as you walk over to pick them up, the doorbell rings — loudly. a sigh coasts out of your mouth, and you call out, “i’m coming, damn!” because whoever’s at the door keeps ringing the damn bell. you forgot to lock the door earlier, so you yank it open, a scowl on your face, ready to curse whoever is interrupting your saturday night pityfest. when you realize who the stranger is, surprise takes hold of your face.

“suguru?” you blink, and blink, and blink. “what are you doing here?” any residual anger you have slowly seeps out of you in his presence. you’re not sure why, but he’s always had such a calming effect on you — something gojo likes to jokingly say is just the universe bringing two halves of a soul back together — you grip the door handle tightly, the memory of that conversation knocking into your chest repeatedly, a warmth spreading that you desperately try to snuff out.

“the one and only,” he says lightly, lips tilting upward in a slow, knowing smile. “you seem…,” he glances down at your left hand, notices the dried blood and frowns at the sight. “you need to clean that properly.” you open your mouth to tell him that it’s fine, that you’ll deal with it later, but geto is already making his way inside your apartment so you simply close the door behind him and lock it afterward.

you’re not sure why he rang the doorbell when both he and gojo have keys — in case of emergencies, gojo had said with a mischievous grin, twirling the key ring around his finger after he made the copies; you reluctantly let it slide, and while gojo tends to misuse the key, geto doesn’t — but you don’t question it. you rarely do when it comes to him. “it’s fine, really.” you’re the opposite of fine, but you do your best to put a brave face on, following after geto with light steps. “i’m capable of cleaning a tiny cut,” you huff when he ignores your words, moving swiftly into the bathroom as he rustles around the cabinet for your first aid kit.

“i’m well aware of your capabilities,” he glances over his shoulder at you before grabbing the small kit, “but everyone needs help every so often, right?” he doesn’t wait for you to answer, instead he motions for you to have a seat on the bathroom counter. you narrow your eyes but your night already spiraled hours ago, so you don’t see the harm in obliging him. geto takes a step back to give you room but crowds your space as soon as you hop on the counter. again, you realize, you can’t breathe; your face heats up and you swallow back a retort, unable to string words together properly as you shift to make yourself more comfortable.

geto is as unbothered as always, leaning forward to study you for a minute, dark eyes locked onto yours — expansive, startlingly clear despite, yet still elusive; you find yourself falling into them, drowning in its depths, perpetually shrouded in mystery — before blinking and releasing his invisible hold on you. inhaling deeply, you close your eyes and try to will your heart to stop beating so damn fast.

it’s not healthy, the way you easily allow him into your space, how quickly you’ve forgotten all your misfortunes; when his lips ghost along the curve of your ear, a shiver falls onto your spine, rippling and causing you to swallow hard. geto’s voice comes out softly, but his words ring in your ears loud enough to sober you up completely, stoking a small fire that you keep hidden deep inside of you, an infuriating ache traveling through you. “good girl, now let me see that hand.” he grins as you stumble over your words, fingers gently holding your hand as he checks for anything out of the ordinary. “care to explain?” he opens the kit and grabs an antiseptic wipe to clean off the blood.

your silence speaks volumes, but geto is patient, allowing you the space to speak your truth freely. you barely feel the sting when he presses down a little harder than necessary, but your lips part and words spill out of your mouth without restriction. “i…” you try your best to remember why exactly you grabbed the roses by the stem like that, “i was pissed off and the roses were right there.” geto clicks his tongue at you but doesn’t offer any scathing or chastising remarks.

“they were from satoru, actually,” he says while cleaning your wound; he’s gotten the blood off and brings your hand to the sink and holds it under running water. “he might be a little sad to know you destroyed them.” although, geto’s smile says otherwise; it’s hilarious to him. he told gojo not to get you the roses, but his best friend is wont to do as he pleases whenever his whims pass over him; gojo insisted that roses would make you feel better, but he knew if he signed the card, you’d throw them out immediately.

he was right.

“oh,” you look down at your hand, the one that ripped the petals to shreds, “not a big deal then.” your callous remark has geto’s shoulders shaking as he attempts to hold back a laugh; you eye him warily, but your lips twitch and you find yourself laughing right with him. it feels nice — freeing, even — and as he dries off your hand, you watch him work with precise, yet graceful movements. he handles you delicately, as if you’re too fragile for someone like him to touch, but you want to tell him that you can handle whatever it is he throws your way. the words die on your tongue, you swallow back your courage and allow cowardice to take over.

it only takes a few minutes, but he’s carefully applied ointment to your wound before wrapping it. you look at his handiwork, smiling to yourself as he washes his hands. “thanks.” your voice is quieter than usual, which has geto glancing at you out of the corner of his eyes. “i mean it, thank you.” his sudden presence was a welcomed sight.

“you’re welcome,” he takes a step back to really look at you, “satoru told me about…well, you know, so i came to check on you.” which was mostly the truth; he also just needed to see for himself if you were actually trying to get over your ex, or if you were going to go back to him just like you’ve done in the past.

“are you leaving already?” your question startles him and he does his best not to look too surprised.

“do you want me to?”

balling your hands into fists, you decide to take the plunge — to say the one thing you’ve been meaning to say since he stepped foot into your apartment. with a shake of your head, you look up at him, voice steady as you answer him. “no. stay.”

after ordering takeout and opening yet another bottle of wine, you both eat and drink your fill, laughing at various things — bad jokes, the terrible stain on your rug, the voicemail you left on gojo’s phone — and given how cool the weather was, you tug on his hand and lead him out to your balcony. you tell him the gritty truth — about how your ex tricked you, about how you caught him at your favorite restaurant, about how you knew something was off but didn’t want to admit it. he listens to all of that without much commentary, until he sees you grab the railing tightly.

it’s purely instinctual, he tells himself, the compulsion that suddenly takes hold of him; he wraps his arms around you snugly while standing behind you, his face nestled on the crook of your neck. you sigh and lean into his touch, and slowly let go of the railing. geto brushes his lips against the length of your neck before kissing it tentatively. a soft whimper slips out of your mouth when he kisses your neck again — and then again, and again. something tells you that you should slow things down, but you’re tired of thinking rationally, tired of doing things the “proper” way, tired of letting fate have its way with you.

the night sky is clear, the stars gleaming brightly; you attempt to find a familiar constellation but fail when you feel geto’s tongue flick against your skin. another shiver traipses down your back and he chuckles before pulling away. “i’ll tell you a story about the stars,” he says out of the blue, reaching a hand to point to a spot off to the right. he’s quite the animated orator, captivating you with his words — making you laugh at certain parts, although the story ends a little sadly. you ask him how he knows so much, and he tells you, candidly, that stars were the one constant he had in his life as a child.

you’re not sure why, but that revelation makes you turn around in his arms and lean forward; when you press your lips against his and kiss him, you feel like your heart will lunge out of your chest. he moves his lips against yours, slowly, at first, taking his time to taste you before slipping his tongue into your mouth. the kiss transforms quickly, going from exploratory to fervent, his tongue stroking yours hotly. your mind grows hazy with desire as your body arches against his, fingers clinging onto his shirt with need. you moan against his lips when his hand slides lower and he grabs your ass; already you can feel his cock press against you through his pants, goosebumps traveling down your arms as your hips eagerly rub against his.

a small — very, very small — voice in the back of his mind tells him that he should stop before it’s too late, that he shouldn’t indulge in a rebound-fuck, but he knows if he doesn’t see this through now, he might not ever have the chance again. little does he know, you were fully planning on seeking him out anyway, infinitely liking his company to everyone else’s in your life.

without thinking too much about it, geto picks you up, your dress riding up your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist. he groans into your mouth, pushes you against the wall and presses his stiff cock against your aching pussy. your hips jerk forward, a dampness you pointedly ignored earlier coming back in full force, reminding you of how much you want this. you pepper kisses along his sharp jaw, teeth nipping at the skin on his neck, your name a sinful whisper that tumbles off of his lips with ease. in between heated tongue kisses, you tell him about how much you need to feel him inside of you; he’d be a terrible friend if he didn’t fulfill that request for you, especially because he’s spent one too many nights angrily fisting his cock to the thought of you.

he unzips his pants and pulls his cock free, breathing uneven when he feels you rub your clothed pussy against it. he’s pretty sure he can cum just from that stimulation alone but knows it wouldn’t do to finish that early. normally, he has much more patience than this, but he’s found himself at his limit tonight, doesn’t flinch when he rips through your lace panties, his fingers stroke the folds of your pussy and you yelp at the contact. “d-don’t tease me,” you pant, arousal dripping along your slit, “please, suguru, i need you.” the urgency in your voice has him rubbing the thick head of his cock against your pussy, your hips bucking against him roughly.

geto chuckles at your impatience, although he’s not much better, angling his cock and inching his way inside of you without giving it a second thought. you moan loudly, fully aware that if your neighbors were to step out onto their balconies, they’d hear you; but you don’t care. all you want — all you need, rather — is him. this. the feeling of fullness finds you quickly, his hips snapping forward as he buries his cock into your tight cunt. you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on the dark strands as he kisses you again — sloppy and with tongue, his teeth trapping your bottom lip between them. the wall is hard, but you don’t care; you squeeze your legs, plush thighs pressing against him, driving him to pull back and snap his hips again, slamming his cock into deeply.

you’ve never been the religious sort, but you’d gladly pray to whatever altar built in geto suguru’s honor; the way his hips pound against yours mercilessly has you rolling your eyes back, as if you weren’t on the brink of tears over your loser of an ex a few hours earlier, making you forget all of your anger and sadness. he’s annoyed at how lackluster his imagination is — because there’s no way he could ever conjure up something as warm or tight as your pussy, the way it wraps around his length snugly, your arousal coating his cock with each thrust. he knows there’s no way you both can go back to just being friends after this, but he’s not worried about that. yet.

“fuck,” he rasps, voice low and husky, your hips rolling to meet his, stirring up an intense feeling — half fueled by mania and what he perceived to be unrequited feelings — that washes over him completely. he’s never felt this out of sorts, but everything with you is unpredictable. he’s not sure what it is, but he can never get enough of you, made only worse by the tantalizing way your pussy clenches around him. you tug on his hair roughly, almost as if to say yes. harder. faster. more, more, more.

his pace picks up, his strokes turning rough and feverish, his balls heavy as they slap against your ass. you cry out his name, yank on his hair again when he bites down on your neck, legs trembling as you try to hold out for as long as you can. he fucks you like you’ve always been his, like he wants to erase all the others from your memory; you gladly take each of his thrusts, enjoying the brief bouts of pain mixed with pleasure. if you’re honest, your ex never fucked you like this — like you mattered. a tear rolls down your cheek, one that geto licks away, making you shudder and kiss him tenderly in response. you can hardly breathe, but you somehow find a way, clinging onto the man before you as he powers into you — possessive, brutish, and addicting.

“ah, suguru, i’m—” your cunt clenches around him enough to push him over the edge.

“go on,” he coos, kissing you over and over again, both of your lips swollen, “cum for me.” it’s all the instruction you need, your walls — soft and plush, gummy-like and a little treacherous — tighten and you buck your hips wildly, panting as you call out his name, loud enough you’re sure everyone in your apartment building can hear you. and you don’t really care; you realized this half-way through, that you’re so much more at ease, more like yourself whenever he’s around, so you let down your walls and give in a little. geto follows you shortly, his thrusts getting sloppy as he grinds his hips against yours, making you moan again, his lips latching onto your neck as he licks and kisses the skin there. his cum is hot and thick inside of your pussy, some of it spilling out once his hips finally slow down. you lean your head back against the wall, holding onto geto weakly, and laugh at how absurd your life has become.

“what’s so funny?” he asks once he catches his breath, amusement flitting across his face as he watches you.

“nothing,” you say, a small smile tugging on your lips, “just… i know my neighbors are probably so pissed at me right now.” you know you’ll hear about it tomorrow morning, but you don’t really care about that. you lean press your forehead against his and kiss him again, slowly and with purpose, hoping that geto will decide to stay around a little longer and tell you another story about the stars.

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stuckinmono · 4 years ago

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Swimming in Your Taste

The corners of his lips seem to tug upward. “I said,” his breath warm against your ear, “you smell like coconuts.” If your brain wasn’t so fuzzy you would have retorted that of course he knows what you smell like, he’s always sniffing your neck every time he’s fucking you.

º hoseok x female reader

º genre: smut | fwb | roommates | one shot |

º words: 3.1k

º includes: summer sex, unprotected sex, coconut oil as lube, sex on bathroom floor, fingering, , grinding, oral sex (f receiving), cum inside (always practice safe sex ppl), oblivious reader

º note: summer + hormones = this fic. Hope you enjoy reading this!

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Whoever gave the idea that summer is all fun and fresh vibes is just plain stupid.

The only thing summer is giving you is sweat. Lots and lots of sweat. And you stink now, too.

Therefore even when you wish you didn’t have to move at all you know that it’s time to hit the shower for the second time today. And it’s only noon.

Moisturizing after a good shower is actually your favorite part. It’s like the proper ritual of cleansing. You apply some oil onto your palms and caress it all over your body. Every skin is covered. It feels like you’re actually taking care of yourself. It’s nice.

The mirror is just above the shelf containing the essential stuff, and when you stand in front of it, you see your entire body clad in absolutely nothing. It’s not a magazine perfect picture, definitely not the smooth and spotless skin of the people in porn, but it’s okay, you suppose. You have curves but they’re like minimal. Your skin isn’t fair all over, and you have some marks littered over your skin. But honestly, overall, you’re o-kay.

Standing in front of the mirror, you’re seeing the sight of your hairless vagina right in front of you. Honestly, private parts are weird. You really don’t get the hype.

“Are you seriously staring at your pussy right now?”

And suddenly you’re not alone. You whip your head to see Hoseok at the door. “Oh my god, you startled me, Hoseok, what the hell. What are you even doing here?”

“Looking for something of mine. Also this is my bathroom too.”

You shoot him a weird look. “But I’m still here.” He moves his hands in a fuzzy gesture as if to say meh. Fine, then. You fuck once and then some and apparently privacy isn’t a thing anymore. Whatever, Hoseok is still a nice roommate anyway, and also you don’t really care much.

“What are you doing?”

“Moisturizing.”

The shelf is a bit of a mess, but the bottle of coconut oil stands at the bottom. The bottle is huge, and the oil has a lot of uses. It’s very convenient. Trying to moisturize the part down there isn’t very convenient, however, because you have to spread your legs a bit and bend down to really cover the area.

“Can I?” His voice startles you because why is he still there, and also, he’s looking at you in a funny way. He looks at you and you feel stripped beyond mere nakedness. And your chest is starting to do that thing again, that thing it does every time he looks at you like this.

You shrug your shoulders to say it’s okay. It’s actually a weird question, one you’ve heard from him way too many times already. Can I? Yeah, sure, whatever you want. You don’t actually say that, though. You simply stand there, waiting. He’s getting closer, and it’s getting hard to think properly. You watch him move through the mirror. He stands behind you, and reaches for the bottle of oil you always use.

You feel the heat of his body through all the clothes he’s wearing. He’s fully clothed, and he presses against your naked body. It’s also getting a bit harder to breathe.

His movements are slow. His hands glisten as he rubs the oil between his palms and on his fingers. A moment passes where he pause to hold your gaze, and now you just want to curl inward. As if on cue, his other hand grabs hold of your shoulder and one of his feet nudge your legs to spread farther. He leans down and you automatically shut your eyes close.

“Coconuts.” You feel his breath on your neck, his hand lightly crawling up your thigh, and you shiver, barely registering that he said something.

“Huh?” you mumble intelligently.

You would have responded properly. “It’s the-“ It’s the oil, you would have said.

Except Hoseok chose that moment to cup your pussy, and you can feel the warmth of his fingers against your sensitive skin. What you would’ve said turns into a sharp gasp. Apparently your reaction is funny to him because you hear him chuckle behind you.

“The oil, huh. The one I’m using on you right now?” he asks. You say yeah, though it sounds more like a needy whimper.

“Cute. Then, would I taste coconuts if I fuck you with my tongue?”

Your eyes squeeze shut at his voice and his words and your hand fly out to move his. Please start moving because you really need it. Hoseok probably knows this, how you’re starting to slip and become needy. Every time his hands touch you like this, it becomes so easy for you to simply remain under his hold, still and pliant as you melt under his touch.

Then he starts doing two things at once: with his free hand he slaps your hands away, and he rubs his two fingers back and forth your damp pussy. The pleasure makes your knees melt, as you feel the heat from deep within your core. You feel your pussy steadily getting wet with Hoseok’s fingers. Your wetness makes it easier for him to slide between your folds until he finally sinks a finger inside your soft and slick folds.

He thrusts his finger inside and out slowly, hand coming up to press you against his chest. Which was what you really needed because any moment soon as he keeps on touching you like that you’re going to crumble.

“O-oh.” Your breath stutters, and you grip Hoseok’s arm tightly. He’s so good with his hands that when he holds you like that you feel boneless with his touch. He knows just where and how to touch you, knows all you sweet spots from head to toe, kisses you so good it’s like he has a map of you memorized.

His hand goes up to your chest, squeezing your chest lightly. He goes to cup you breast, thumb and forefinger playing around with your taut nipples. You moan from the action, and jerk from the feeling of his finger alternating its motions from thrusting into you and sliding along your folds, occasionally hitting your sensitive clit. You feel his breath on your neck, light kisses treading down from your nape to your shoulder.

“Hoseok,” you whimper. You want more, need more. His fingers languidly explore you from deep inside, touching your walls just right. But you really need more. “Hoseok,” you call out to him again, and he responds with a kiss on your cheek. You turn to meet him and he’s instantly there, lips on you, and it’s both fast and sensual, heated and slow. You can’t help but go crazy from the way he moves with you.

“Baby,” you look at him, and you see the way his pupils are blown from the lust charging between the two of you. Eyes still on you, he brings his fingers that’s soaked with your wetness and nudges your lips open with it. “Suck.” You feel shivers from Hoseok’s commanding voice. You do your best to lick his fingers, suck every part, all without breaking eye contact with him. You can tell he’s just as heavily affected with the way he breathes heavily while looking at you, his fingers snug in your wet and warm mouth.

You let his fingers fall from your mouth, and he turns you around to face him fully. His arms embrace you tightly as you let out a deep exhale. “’Seok?”

He hums as his arms hold you tighter and he moves to kiss your forehead gently. As he nuzzles your neck to drink in more of you, you call his name again. “Hoseok.”

“yeah, baby?”

“Need more. Need you.”

You pepper kisses on his clavicle, kissing the skin that you can access, sucking the skin right below his jawline. You feel the vibrations from his chest as he moans from what you’re doing to him. Your hands move around him, from the small of his back down to his ass, gripping him to meet your core. “Mhm, baby.” Hoseok makes a sound between a moan and a growl, making you more desperate for him.

“Need you, ‘Seok, need now.” You’re practically grinding against him now, doing what you can to feel him, and you know he needs it too, feeling his hardness against you, and you can’t wait to feel it deep inside you.

You feel hands on your shoulders holding you tight. “Hands on the countertop. Hold on to it for me.” His breath is warm on your ear, and you feel him leave a soft kiss on your ear as he lets you go.

You’re quick to follow his instructions. You are impatient for him, after all. So is he, evidently, because not a second later and he’s immediately there behind you, covering your body with his. But this time you noticed that he’s already removed his shirt, his chest now directly touching your back. Skin on heated skin. He’s quick to hold you, a touch of madness in the way he roams his hands around your chest, your waist, all the way to your thighs.

Hoseok seems to have changed his mind as he twirls you around and spreads your legs. Your heart pounds when you see him kneeling, and his eyes concentrated on your pussy. Without a thought, your hands move down to your center, fingers sliding down your folds. “Oh, god, fuck,” he growls when your fingers spread your folds in front of him, opening up your pussy just for him. He removes one of his hands on your thighs in favor of gripping his clothed cock, feeling the need for relief.

You need it just as badly. You put a finger inside, sighing as you feel relief when you stretch your walls. It feels good, but what makes it amazing is the way Hoseok’s eyes are fixed on you with wild lust in his gaze. “’Seok,” you can’t help but whimper his name, and he’s quick to respond.

“Baby. How does it feel, huh? Feels good?”

“So good, mmm. Wish it were your fingers, ‘Seok, you’re so good with your fingers, always make me feel so good, mmhm.”

“Mmm, I can tell how much your pussy loves it. Always soaking wet for me, always so good. Want a taste, baby, gimme a taste.”

Gingerly, you bring your hand to his mouth, and he opens wide for you, and immediately tastes you from your fingers. All the while he keeps on rubbing his cock. He’s so hard it’s starting to hurt. Hoseok loves it though, loves the pain and the pleasure, basks in the feeling of seeing you lost in your own pleasure, goes crazy at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin as you cry out his name. He loves making you feel good, loves your sounds of pleasure. Hoseok feels like a man on a mission when he’s holding your body, that mission being to touch, to kiss, to worship every sweet spot on your skin and inside you. And damn, what a reward it is to see you come into completion over and over again.

He goes back to hold your thighs apart, spreading them just so he can dive into his favorite taste. The reaction is immediate: your moans of pleasure quickly rings in his ears and your hands come to grip his hair, and he loves the burn in his scalp. High for your taste, he digs his tongue deeper, relishing for more. He looks up to see you, and what a sight. Face red, eyes drooping, and mouth open as you pant heavily. He licks every part, every patch of wetness. Fucks you harder with his tongue, going in deeper. He grips your thighs harder and with his thumbs he opens you up so he can have more.

“So good, tastes so good, baby.”

“Hoseok,” you cry out. There are practically tears flowing down your cheeks as you feel his tongue fuck you so good. If he’s this good with his tongue, then he’s a god with his body.

You push him off, dropping down to your knees in front of him. Swiftly, he takes you into his lap, and with a mad rush he holds your cheeks but gently, and he kisses you ferociously once again.

As you grip his shoulders tightly, you move your hips back and forth against his lap, and you both moan. It’s a flurry of sensations: his hand gripping your waist as you grind on his lap, his other hand holding the back of your head as his tongue licks into your mouth, plays with your own tongue, and his mouth claims your own.

You decide you’ve had enough and break away for him, needing to hold his hard cock. Frantically, you grip the waistband of his sweats, and with clumsy coordination, Hoseok moves to bring down his pants only enough to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach, and your eager hands wrap around it, thumb rubbing his slit to spread his precum all over his cock.

Hoseok pulls you closer to him, his hand squeezing your ass and you hover above his cock.

Finally, you sink down on him.

“Mmmmmhm, Hoseok, ‘Seok,” you’re both moaning as his entire length is fully sheathed inside you, deeper and deeper.

“Baby, c’mon, ride for me, baby.”

You can’t respond anymore. As you grind on his cock and start bouncing, only the sounds of your pussy hitting his lap and your whining sounds can be heard. You’re desperately chasing the feeling of your orgasm and the Hoseok’s cum deep in you.

“That’s it, babe, c’mon, keep going,” his hands hold your hips steady, his own thrusting up sharply to meet you.

“’Seok, mmmhmm I want, need—please please,”

With the way you’re bouncing frantically it’s almost as if your life depends on it.

“I know, baby, hold on,” With one hand caressing your hair and the other hugging you tight, Hoseok takes charge of your body and drives his cock hard into you, pistoning up and down, and your mind goes crazy from the motions.

“Aaah!” His change in the angle of his thrusts has you screaming, hands holding on tight to his shoulders. “Yes yes yes hnngg, ‘Seok,”

The sound of your gasp is cut off by his mouth on you. It’s messy, with the two of you frantically moving, but it’s perfect.

Your mind is clouded with haze, and you feel Hoseok consuming you, all over you, and in the depths of you.

You’re close, and he can feel it. He fucks you harder and holds you tighter. He rubs his thumb quickly on your hardened clit, making you squeal.

One forceful thrust from Hoseok in you and you scream from the orgasm that hits you like a freight train, shooting you up into the sky. His hand never leaves your pussy, still rubbing quick circles, until you’re gushing onto his stomach.

You probably blacked out from your orgasm, and you come to just in time to hear Hoseok’s drawn out moan and feel his cum shoot into your deepest parts. The feeling of his cum makes you feel relief. He slumps towards you, his forehead touching yours, eyes still closed.

He smiles when he feels you press butterfly kisses on his cheeks and nose.

“You okay?”

“Mmm.”

“Wanna clean up?”

“Wanna hug.”

Hoseok chuckles, moving his hands across your back and sides, knowing how much you like the contact, before pulling you closer.

But the good feels from the high of the orgasm has already worn down by now, and you’re already sober enough to register just how hot everything is. Not like, sexy hot. It’s actually hot as fuck.

“Oh God,” you move away from the sweet confines that is Hoseok’s arms and lap in favor of standing up because there is sweat everywhere and God, you need another shower!

“What’s wrong?” You look at Hoseok and see the triangle forming on his lips again as he looks up at you with concern?

“It’s your dick, Hoseok.”

“What the fuck? What’s wrong with my dick?”

“Nothing baby, but it made me sweat so hard and it’s the middle of the cursed summer.”

His face immediately morphs into a teasing one, his eyebrows waggling at you.

“That good, huh?”

“Oh, shut up, you. I gotta shower again because of you.”

“Well, if you weren’t staring at your pussy earlier—“

“I wasn’t staring! I was just inspecting.”

“Who the fuck inspects their pussy with that intense look on their face? Do all girls do that?”

“As if boys don’t whip out their dicks and check how long they are. Don’t tell me I’m wrong.”

“Mmm, I won’t if you let me shower with you,” his arms try to circle around you, maneuvering you towards the shower.

Whatever you were going to retort gets interrupted by your own giggles when Hoseok tickles your neck with his kisses.

“Hoseok! Hey, I don’t want to slip. Stop kissing me, why are you so obsessed with me?” your voice is full of jest, poking fun at Hoseok, but all of a sudden he stops, and you feel him slowly move away from you.

You’re confused by his silence. It’s kind of disorienting when Hoseok becomes silent like this.

“Hoseok?”

He says nothing, only strips the rest of his clothes off. He looks at you for a moment and reaches the shower knob behind you. The water falls like rain, and the two of you face each other. Hoseok grabs the soap you use. Coconut scent. He rubs it on your skin, and as always, his touch is firm but gentle. The rest of the shower go like that. Quiet, gentle touches of your hands on each other’s skin.

When you’ve finished cleaning up, he takes one of the towels and wraps it around you.

He smiles at you, pinches your cheeks before he dries himself off.

You finally leave to get dressed, but not before looking at him. You’re not sure what happened, why Hoseok went quiet all of a sudden, but you hope it’s just temporary. It’s probably weird but your moods seem to flow with Hoseok’s moods. But anyway, maybe your plan to buy him his favorite takeout from his favorite chicken store will make him feel better.

Hoseok is left alone in the showers, where it is rife with the scent of you. He basks in it, almost like he is swimming in you, just for a while longer.

Coconuts. His favorite scent. Every single time.

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stupidstrawberrystars · 2 months ago

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AMAZING is went with my sister and her friend (since then I found out one of my friends also loves her music). It was THE BEST.

i’ve actually never made a playlist for a shop before but I can try-

wait that’s so them tho, being like “WE CANT LAST” through their relationship for like two years. I shall read that ficccc!

omg u rlly don’t like a breakup fic 😭 sure let’s say they don’t stay in touch MUCH cause they’re heartbroken at first but they’re still bffs with each others mothers (who find out they’re gonna end up teaching at the same skl and agree to keep it quiet)

Max five years??? That’s not long enough for them to be fully over one and another (so they can fall in love with the new versions of each other). Six-seven years? Say they broke up at 24 and now they’re 30?

OMG I LOVE THAT sirius would be an iconic headteacher ngl… what if sirius was the deputy head (and gender fluid I love that headcanon) and Minnie was the head? Strict and Silly vibes. And then Minnie hired Remus so he did get the job of his own volition.

Yes the trial period is perfect. Omg u rlly want james and remus to still be friends in this 😭 I want them to be dramatically thrust back into each others lives. Remus is busy and he tries so absolutely hard not to but he trips and falls in love with james just as easily as the first time. And James? There was NO hope, poor boy talked to beautiful Remus again in person for the first time in six (?) years and was immediately right back there. Remus was different but the same. And James didn’t stand a chance.

Ooooh thats cute, it depends on the length of this fic I guess, if it’s a long on then i’d make the kids stories more details but if it’s shorter i’d just focus on moonchaser. but yeah i’d def have draco and the others. Probably harry cause, duh I love him and james. maybe even teddy (not as a student, younger). But I was originally thinking the reason they broke up was because remus got nis dream job of helping kids w/ special needs but james already had a job on the other side of England helping recovering youths and neither of them could give (or let the other) but they knew theyd be SO BUSY so they agreed. If it's meant to be theyll see each other again. (Also maybe remus does recognise james' childhood friend and sirius recognises him but sirius pretends james doesnt work there or something).

‘don’t give too much trouble to the new mr Lupin, his ex is doing enough of that for him–‘ THIS IS THE BEST. FULLY YES. Absolutely a Sirius move.

SEE YES i fully see them as history and geography, plus those two classes are realistically next to each other (i’m picturing this at my skl so I can lay it all out perfectly).

TWO- i agree with that. I see james getting excited with a prank idea name accidentally making it cruel and then remus editing it to make it funny.

i headcanon remus as rlly competitive if he’s playing with friends. only if he lets himself get into but if he does he gets RLLY into it (not a sore loser or anything just intense). And james is mega competitive, and was not taught how to lose.

EXACTLY it’d be such a cute story for a wedding one day.

(for either/both fic james is gonna be a MESS. remus is gonna be cute and a little clumsy but at heart a genius who loves it mess with ppl and james is gonna be a confident loving idiot who looks at remus’ smile and falls over his own two feet. blushing a lot. it’s giving viktor and jayce from arcane. u don’t know what that means but it’s true).

as long as u ABSORB the compliments then u don’t have to thank me for them :)

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Eden (6128 words) by mezzaniine

- THE GOAT, PEETA/GALE

(i’m persevering with my brainwash-you-into-loving-pale agenda…😭)

OKAY I'LL READ IT 😭

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akaashigiri · 4 years ago

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Sleepy Jaegers

summary: eren and y/n are at a gathering at armin’s place, and their 2 year old is exhausted. eren is equally as exhausted.

pairing: dad!eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 1.69k

warnings: none, fluffff

a/n: sigh my baby fever possessed me to write this 💔 might make armin a father as well if people end up liking this one (i will anyway) 😋

These gatherings were almost like a ritual to the group.

There wasn’t ever a specific place they met, they would always gather in different places, wether it’d be the beach, a park, or at one of their homes. It didn’t matter where it took place, just as long as everyone was there. Everyone was obligated to come.

So of course that includes the littlest Jaeger.

It was mid September, and although the weather wasn’t bad at all, some didn’t really feel like going out to public places like the local park, so the group decided on Armin’s new place, since Sasha and Annie still have yet to see it (their homes are farther from the rest)

They were all gathered in the spacious living room; Jean and Sasha on the long couch, while Mikasa and Armin sat on the smaller one. Historia and Ymir shared the beige-colored chair in the corner of the room, while Annie sat on one of the kitchen stools as she watched Y/N and Connie do the dishes (Armin insisted, but the two almost threatened him if he were to touch a dish).

As soon as Eren walked in, he all but restricted anyone from sitting on the big beige reclining sofa, claiming that he deserved it for helping Armin pick it out. Eren was grateful for going to Ikea that day with Armin to pick out the sofa he was now slouched on, recliner out and all. It was now his favorite spot in the whole house (besides the kitchen, since he loved playing around with the smart refrigerator).

As Y/N passed another dish for Connie to rinse and dry, she suddenly felt a tug on her pants, looking down to meet the tired eyes of her daughter.

She was quick to rinse and dry her hands to pick her up, giving all of her attention to the little girl. “Aw, what’s wrong Mimi? Everything alright?” She asked, already noticing the fatigue on her face.

She only snuggled into her mother’s neck, giving her the simple response of, “Tired.” Her vocabulary was fairly short, due to the fact that she was only 2 and learned her words from the ones around her (Eren got in big trouble the day Y/N heard the word ‘shit’ come out of her daughter’s mouth).

Y/N wasn’t surprised she got tired easily today, since Jean gave her more candy then Y/N would usually allow. And with the way her, Ymir, and Mikasa were running around in the yard earlier today, Y/N already saw this coming.

“You’re tired?” she asked again, earning a nod from the crook of her neck. “Okay, mommy’s almost done. Go sit next to daddy until I finish, okay?” She tells her, moving her head back to face her daughter again. Myra nodded, allowing her mother to put her down.

Walking tiredly, Myra slowly moved through the kitchen and made her way to the living room, spotting her father laidback in the corner of the room, limbs sprawled out on the sofa.

Eren wasn’t sure if it was the father instincts, but he was the first to notice her presence in the room, stopping the ghost story Jean swears is real to bring his full attention to his daughter.

“Mimi’s come to save us, everyone!” Eren exclaims, throwing jazz hands up as everyone joined and cheered her on for simply walking in. Jean didn’t like what Eren was implying, but clapped nonetheless.

“You’re not funny. Aren’t dads supposed to tell good jokes?” He questioned, attempting to steal a fry from Sasha’s plate, but failing miserably as she only swats his hand away.

“No Jean, I think it’s the other way around, they’re supposed to be corny.” Armin butts in, watching with a smile as Myra finally starts walking towards her father.

Eren could already see the fatigue on her face, holding his arms out for her once she got a little closer. “What’s up Mimi, you tired?” Eren questioned, laughing as she instead of answering, simply lifted her arms up for him to take her.

She responds with a nod, her hair falling over her face as she was lifted onto his lap. As soon as she was situated, she wasted no time in making herself comfortable, wiggling out of her dad’s grasp and laying her stomach down on his, her head right above where his heart was.

“Nevermind.” he sighs, making the whole room burst out into laughter. This only made Myra whine, the loudness distrupting her attempt at sleeping. “Sorry Myra!” Sasha whispered, finally giving a fry to Jean afterwards.

“I wonder what got her so tired.” Annie questions, making Jean sink into the couch out of guilt as Eren sends him an irritated glance.

“Jean went and gave her a sugar rush before we got here. It was absolute hell.” Eren’s eyes furrow in frustration as he remembers earlier today and how hard it was for him to catch a nap without his energetic 2 year old jumping all over him. All while Jean was happily eating lunch with his wife.

“Okay, but I didn’t know she wasn’t supposed to have that much candy! Kids eat candy like crazy, right?” He attempts to defend himself, looking around the room for support, only to be met with silence.

“Yeah, thing is she’s not a kid! She’s a toddler! Dumbass.” he mumbles the last part, hoping that Y/N somehow wouldn’t hear. But she always found a way how.

“Can someone please slap Eren for me?” She yells from the kitchen. “Stop cursing in front of Myra!”

Eren has no time to defend himself as volunteers step up to do what their friend asked, but Mikasa was the quickest, and Eren was even quicker. He swiftly grabs Myra’s frog blanket from the bag sat beside him and hids his face in it, saving it from the harsh blow of Mikasa’s hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t miss completely, I just don’t wanna wake Myra.” she confesses, walking back to her seat.

“God, I cant believe we almost named her after you.” Eren groaned, blanket still clutched in hand.

“Mimi’s close enough for me.” She smiles, noticing the way Myra starts to squirm a bit. “Throw the blanket over her, I think she’s cold.” She suggests, bringing Eren’s attention back to the little girl on his chest.

Eren is quick to unravel the rather big blanket from his grasp and take it in both hands to bring it in the air, watching it fall perfectly onto her small figure. The blanket basically covered his whole torso, the end tickling his neck a bit.

“Thanks again for the blanket, Historia. She loves it so much, a little too much.” he says, feeling his daughter move under the blanket so that her little arms were wrapped around his torso as far as she could go. “She won’t use the one I got her anymore.” he says with a slight frown.

The group laughs again, but quietly this time, not wanting the little girl to possibly wake up in a fit.

“I wouldn’t blame her, to be honest.” Jean shrugs, giving Eren a knowing glance, as well as a sly smirk. He knows how mad Y/N would get if he were to disobey her, especially a few minutes after she scolded him. Since Y/N was only a few feet away, Eren aggresively sticks his middle finger up to the man. It’s not like Myra could see through the blanket anyway.

“Are you gonna finish your ghost story, Jean?” Annie asked, although she didn’t believe a word. She just wants to see him make a fool out of himself.

Jeans eyes light up, snapping his fingers together as he sits upstraight again, ready to go into full detail once again. “Right! Okay, okay, so right when I went to shave my beard...”

Eren let’s Jean’s apparent ghost encounter story fade in the background, focusing on the shallow breaths coming from his daughter. He felt himself getting a little drowsy himself, as if her sleepiness was seeping into him.

He doesn’t waste time lifting the blanket a bit to wrap a protective arm around her small figure under it, adjusting his posture on the sofa and crossing his ankles over one another. His let his neck sink into the back of the couch, letting his head go as well so he facing the ceiling. With the warmth of the blanket and the little girl under it, he couldn’t help but close his drowsy eyes as well, finally giving in.

A few minutes pass and Jean is done telling his story, but of course, no one believes him. All except Historia. “Thank you, Historia! See I’m telling the truth. Morons.” Jean rolls his eyes at the way Armin and Sasha curl up as they laughed, Mikasa and Annie trying their best to hold in theirs.

Jean soon notices the person who would’ve regurlarly had the most to say was being awfully quiet. Getting ready to scold him for not listening, Jean is met with a site he has to admit, is the cutest thing he’s seen all year.

Eren was deep in slumber, soft snores coming from him and the little girl that rested as peacefully as he did on top of him. The print of his arm around her could be seen through the green blanket, as well as both of their steady breaths. They looked so comfortable, it would be a pain for them to get up soon, which they would have to eventually.

“Awww, they’re adorable!!” Historia exclaims from the other side of the room, which seemed to catch Y/N’s attention all the way from the kitchen.

“What’s happening? Is something cute happening? Someone take pictures!” She exclaimed, wanting to abandon the plates and take them herself, but thinks that would be rather rude to leave poor connie alone.

“On it!” Sasha and Jean say in unison. Both are quick to pull out their phones, Jean getting the more unappealing angles, while Sasha actually put some effort into it and snapped a few photos.

These were being sent to every single person on her contact list.

this was written at like 2 am sorry if there are typos i swear i reread 💔

also i’m currently working on a mob fic idk if ppl still like those but i most definitely do so watch out for that one :p

hope y’all liked this one lol

-aysha <3

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