#i was pretty annoyed at first but they actually worked it in a pleasant way

[rollingpenguin]

Watched Wednesday.

I loved it. The parts in which she plays the cello are my absolute favorite thing. You gotta love a possessed-looking musician playing their favorite vibes.

also spoiler in the tags if you haven’t watched it yet

[axiina]

I saw your post about writing for Coriolanus Snow Andi was thinking classic enemies to lovers nsfw I’ll give you free liberty with everything else 💕

'I hate you' is new 'I love you'

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x capitol!reader (gender neutral afab)

Summary: When your professor tells you to come to an agreement with your enemy, and you take 'come' too literally.

Words: 3.2k

Themes: smut, nsfw

Warnings: using of 'you' to reader, set before events of tbosas so no actual spoilers, more like academic rivals to lovers but they want to fight at some point so I guess it counts, NSFW | public sex (or more semi-public), unprotected sex (wrap it before tap it), p in v sex, kinda toxic but it's enemies to lovers, more like enemies who fuck, Coryo is pretty rough and possessive, marking, making out, idiots in love but they prefer fighting with each other

Author's note: I found some free time between studying, so I decided that I can no longer delay. English is not my first language so i hope that i didn't do too much mistakes. It is possible that a single "she" or "her" will appear here because I changed the concept during writing and I do not know if I got rid of everything. Let me know whether to stay with the use of 'you' or maybe replace it with personal pronouns or 'y/n'. I hope it's not written very awkwardly and you will like it!!

Coriolanus Snow is a peculiar person. Most people love him. Nice, classy, handsome and rich from a wealthy family. What more could one want? However, one of Coriolanus' traits that everyone seems to turn a blind eye to is his two-facedness. Some say this is merely a symptom of his cunning and wits. He knows when and how to behave to make his counterpart happy. You are not one of those people. Saying that you and Coriolanus Snow don't like each other is a huge understatement. You guys hate each other. From the very beginning when you both met at the academy it was known that you would cause a lot of problems. Too much of a character difference, or perhaps too much of a similarity between the two. However, this is not what is crucial. Whatever it is, it makes you two most likely to kill each other if you could. Every move you make you do to screw each other up. To prove who is better.

Professor Satyria's pleas for you to finally come to an agreement are of little use. The conflict must go on, and neither of you has any intention of giving up.

You like the way things are working out. At first, Snow was annoying and you didn't understand how people couldn't see him for what he really was. Fake. Now he is still annoying, but getting under his skin has become a sort of routine. Quite a pleasant one.

"You have to get along with each other and set a good example as rightful citizens of the Capitol, otherwise the Academy will draw out the consequences."

Professor Satyria's words continue to ring in your ears as you get ready to go home after finishing classes and doing punishment work. On the one hand, you don't want something as silly as arguing to weigh on your future, but on the other hand, reaching out to agree is like admitting you were wrong. Failure.

"Wherever I am you must also appear. Are you obsessed with me?" Behind your back, you heard a familiar, annoyingly kind voice, in which you could sense some arrogance. You groaned turning around to see no one else but Coriolanus.

"Don't you have anything better to do? People are finally getting tired of your idiocy?" Your words, however, did not budge the blond. His expression remained unchanged. One that might make most people think he is a nice person. You, however, have known him long enough to see right through it. Perfect. Too perfect.

"We need to talk. A positive outcome for both sides. It will interest you." Well, the threat of Satyria. He is the first one to extend his hand for agreement. Where is the trick? You look at him suspiciously without saying a word, and so Snow takes it as a sign that you are thinking about the proposition. "Do you have free time? Maybe we could go out somewhere together?"

The suggestion makes you burst into laughter. "With you? No thanks, I'll pass on this pleasure."

Coriolanus is not surprised by your answer. He knew it wouldn't be that easy. Accepting rejection, however, is not his strong point. He is annoyed by your behaviour, but he bites his tongue to avoid responding in the same spiteful way. Instead, he doesn't give up.

"I know we were never on good terms, but I want this war between us to end. I hope we can put behind us all the bad things that happened between us and start fresh. What do you think about this?" he says, sounding quite sincere.

"Let me think." You say and sigh, pondering the answer, which is obvious, but you can't let go of a little malice. "No."

The expression on Snow's face became more serious. It seems that your refusal offended his pride. But he doesn't show it in his tone of voice.

"Why not?" he asks and you notice how he clenches his jaw and his gaze becomes unpleasant.

You enjoy the view and it fills you with satisfaction. "Because you think that with a pretty face and fake politeness, you can get anything. Maybe it works with others, but I'm not that stupid. Additionally, you are damn annoying. That's why."

The expression on Snow's face becomes dark. Typical when he fails to get what he wants. His usual tone is completely gone. His face is twisted with anger. He still tries to maintain a polite voice. The attempt fails.

"Do you want to repeat it?" he asks through his teeth. It's obvious that you've hit one of his sensitive points. That was the plan.

"Exhausting, isn't it? Hiding behind the mask of a nice and put-together boy from a highly placed family who is a veritable ideal is tiring, isn't it?" A mockery can be heard in your voice. Coriolanus is very sensitive to it.

"What do you think you know about me?" He asks through clenched teeth, his tone no longer artificially polite, it is filled with rage. Your mockery has really gotten to him. He tries to calm down, but it's all in vain. Coriolanus has never had problems with self-control, but something about you makes him ready to abandon everything. You manage to get him off balance with ease. In his head, he has one plan. To destroy you.

"Do you think you pretend so well?" You burst out laughing and shake your head. You know you shouldn't say such things. The academy is practically empty, and Coriolanus's angry enough can be unpredictable. However, you can't help but point out everything that annoys you about him. "It's actually quite easy to see what kind of person you are. You look at people with disgust, but when they look in your direction, you suddenly change dramatically. how fake you are to everyone. I wonder how they don't see it. How empty and shallow you are."

"You don't know anything about me!" Snow shouts at you, his face twisted with rage. He is barely able to control himself. He doesn't even try to hide it anymore. He stares at you with hatred in his eyes.

"Don't you dare assume that you know everything about me. You don't know me one bit. You don't know what my life is like. Don't think so highly of yourself. You aren't better than me." He continues, his voice getting louder with every word he says. You really hit his sensitive spot.

"I don't know everything and I'm not going to pretend otherwise. For me, the most important thing is acts, and in your case, they are fake and two-faced. You despise people, and you yourself are at the bottom." Irritation takes over. You know that at any moment you can say one word too many if you haven't already. However, someone has to talk it all out for him. Adrenaline makes you take a step closer to the upset boy without considering the possible consequences.

Snow seems to be on the verge of a breakdown. His fists are clenched and his eyes are wide open with rage. He is breathing hard, trying to control himself. He's not used to being treated this way by anyone. He has come this far over the years, solely because of himself and what role he has taken in society. You really succeeded in hurting his pride. "I warn you right now. Don't mock me any further."

"Why? What will you do? hit me? do it, I dare you. Then everyone will see how "perfect" you really are." You know the situation is starting to get dangerous. However, you come closer. It's stupid, you know it, and yet you do it. Maybe it's the way his reactions give you satisfaction, or maybe it's the way he looks at you.

You can see the hatred oozing from his eyes when they are locked on yours. His face is full of rage, his breathing heavy and his muscles tense.

He takes a step toward you with a clenched fist. You can see his knuckles turning white. He grabs you and presses you against the wall, his body against yours.

A second later, you feel him pressing you against the wall tighter than before, and his hand grips your throat.

You feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. Your heart is pounding as if it wants to jump out of your chest. You feel a strange sensation in your lower abdomen. His eyes are cold, yet they make a pleasant shiver run through your body. His face is right next to yours, flesh pressing against yours. It was a matter of split seconds as you two pressed your lips to each other in an aggressive and hungry kiss.

He returns the kiss, wrapping his free hand around you. He seems to enjoy the kiss as much as you do.

You can feel his body trembling as he still tries to keep control of his overwhelming emotions, or maybe it's because of the situation you're in.

The two of you kiss aggressively. Snow's body shakes as he fights between his desire and how much you get on his nerves. You feel how rough but passionate his kiss is.

He draws you closer and your bodies press against each other. The friction of your bodies makes you uncontrollable over the muffled whimpers you make. You feel the bulge forming in his pants rubbing against your body.

The situation seems hazy, and only fragments register in your mind. How you both enter the bathroom without stopping your hungry and clumsy kisses, and your hands work to get rid of clothes that only makes it difficult. How Coriolanus presses your body against the wall slamming his hips against yours.

All this is to express yourself and give vent to all the negative emotions you have been holding for years.

Snow's body is now almost completely controlled by his emotions. His movements seem full of hatred and at the same time passion. He just wants to express himself using his flesh to claim you as his own.

You feel as if you are on fire, your body moves and reacts according to your desires. The tension that has built up between you for years is finally released, and it all comes out as raw passion.

His fast and aggressive movements make the place where your bodies meet burn in a pleasant way, and you think to yourself that it will be a miracle if you walk normally tomorrow. His dick stretches you nicely and his movements make your inside sting slightly. It's not a problem for now. Not now when your legs are wrapped around his waist and the only sounds you can make right now are moaning and repeating his name like a mantra.

Your body trembles at how rough his movements are, but you don't care now. The most important thing for you now is to show him how much you hate him. A broken moan leaves your lips when he reaches deeper.

Coriolanus feels your legs tighten around him. He moves slower now but is more passionate and rough. He holds your hips tightly, not caring if it is uncomfortable for you. His lips move to your neck, where he bites as if he is trying to unload all the emotions you are causing you this way.

His hips buck firmly against you. Each thrust makes your body more tired and aching but at the same time, it makes the whole experience even more pleasurable. If someone told you that you would end up having sex with your biggest rival in the academy bathroom, you would laugh in that person's face. There you are, panting, with your arms around his neck when Coriolanus Snow is abusing your cunt sensitive from too much friction.

Coriolanus brings his lips closer to your ear. His warm and irregular breathing makes a shiver go through your body. "Do you like it when I claim you as mine?" He purrs, his voice still filled with desire.

"I hate you, I hate you so much," You exhale in a trembling voice that takes a lot of trouble to keep from cracking. You bite and suck at the smooth skin of his neck, leaving there dark marks. "I hate you, Coriolanus Snow."

"I hate you too," Snow says with a low growl as he continues to hold you. He bites your shoulder, leaving marks on your skin. His moans are muffled by your skin, which he touches constantly, as if afraid that at any moment you might escape and leave behind only a faint memory.

You hate him, but you enjoy him. You are pleased when he takes you as his own. You are excited when he uses your body. You feel his passion and desire through his body. You feel his raw passion and it's hard to hate him now.

"oh go to hell" You hiss and bite your lower lip to stop your moans, feeling him moving faster.

He doesn't care if he hurts you or not. All he cares about is that you belong to him right now. His hips slam against yours in an aggressive peace. The bathroom is filled with sinful noises because you don't even think about the fact that someone might come in and hear them.

"you may have already fallen in love, but with me, it's not so easy" A trembling laugh leaves your lips. You feel your head getting foggier and foggier. It's hard for you to put together a meaningful sentence, "but you're doing a good job" a loud moan leaves your mouth. you close your eyes and throw your head back "mmm my sweet toy."

He hears your moans of pleasure, and his eyes close with a smile. He has won and he knows it. Snow always lands on top. He presses you against the wall with his body even tighter. His movements become more sloppy and deeper as if he wants to bury himself inside you. His body trembles as his lips leave broken moans and whimpers.

Passion is so strong that you can almost forget about hatred. You can almost fall in love with Coriolanus Snow. Almost. But you know that what you feel now is only lust, and you know that it's all temporary.

Not him. Not the arrogant boy whose whole life is based on lies. Not that boy who doesn't care about anyone. Not that boy with a beautiful face and mesmerizing blue eyes. Not him.

You press closer to his body, almost clinging to him as a wave of pleasure sweeps over your body.

Coriolanus lets out a raspy throaty moan feeling your walls pulsate around him. His voice is low and shaky. He doesn't seem to notice anything except the way you cling to his body. He moves faster and harder, making sure he satisfies you completely.

Snow is fully immersed in feelings. He can't think clearly or rationally. He only knows that he has to claim you, that he has to satisfy his needs. He wants to feel you and make the most of the situation. All his thoughts and desires are focused on you. His hip movements speed up as he reaches the climax. He hides his face in your neck to muffle his moans. His body stiffs as he comes inside you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, while his wrapped around your waist. you cling to each other, still not making contact with the real world as your breathing slowly calms down.

What happened in that bathroom is over, they both return to reality. Snow steps back slightly and helps you stand on your own two feet. He looks at you with heavy eyes. All the emotions he had been hiding inside him had finally been released.

He has won and he knows it. He has succeeded. But what now? Was it really worth it? This is not a question for now. Coriolanus does not look far into that future with his thoughts.

You look at each other in silence. Slowly you begin to realize what you have done and now you look at each other awkwardly and somewhat panicked.

Coriolanus is the first to break the silence. His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is faster. The passion he felt a minute ago still lingers in his heart, something he tries to hide from you. He looks at you with a somewhat absent and uncertain gaze

"Do you think we should forget what just happened?" He tries to make his voice sound normal as if nothing had happened.

"Definitely." The words leave your lips before you have time to think. You stare at each other in silence for a few more moments and begin to quickly put on your clothes.

Snow is surprised at how quickly you agree with him. He needs to make sure this is the end of what just happened between the two of you, so he adds.

"If anyone asks, it never happened." He now looks at you with a somewhat panicked expression on his face.

"You don't have to tell me," you scoff, buttoning your shirt, "if you tell even one soul, I'll kill you, I swear."

Coriolanus looks at you with small amusement while fixing his jacket. "I hope you won't become obsessed with me after this."

"Maybe in your dreams," you say with a slight smile fixing the collar of his shirt. " you better be careful that you are the one who will be lost in memories of me." Before you leave the bathroom you stop in front of the mirror and fix your uniform and hair. Coriolanus smiles for a moment but then quickly clears his throat and tries to look cold.

You both come out of the bathroom, look at each other and part your lips, as if to say something to each other, but you look at each other in silence "Now everything is back to normal. We can still hate each other," you say, but this does not improve your mood at all.

"It never happened," Snow says trying to look you in the eyes, wondering if you're thinking about it too. He wonders if what he feels is real, or if it's just a moment of passion.

"Never" You agree by nodding your head. Your gaze goes down to his mouth. As you look into his eyes again without a moment's thought you move closer to him and press your lips to his in-hungry kiss. He kisses you back wrapping his arms around you to bring your body closer.

You parts away after some time and you both catch your breath for a moment after this passionate kiss. Coriolanus is completely consumed with passion and there is nothing in his mind but you.

You move away and nod to each other as if you have just made a deal and each is walking in your own direction in a much better mood.

Maybe that's not exactly what Professor Satyria meant when she said you two should come to an agreement, but it certainly worked.

[antiquarianfics]

The Best Things Take Time

Bucky has a code. You manage to crack it.

A/N: This took me so long because I wasn't really sure how I wanted to go about it. I'm pretty happy with it, I think. Also, my first request! I hope I did your brain-child justice. :) Warnings: Mild language. Based on this request. Note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

You do not have permission to repost or translate my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and/or reblog.

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Bucky Barnes decided early on in his life as a free man that he wasn’t going to try and date—even with Sam and Yori pushing him all the time. His triggers are gone, yes, but he is starkly aware that he still has a long way to go before he might be considered ready to give time and energy to another person on a daily basis. However, if there is anyone in the world that makes him reconsider his own rule, it’s you.

The two of you first formally met when Steve, Sam, and yourself finally tracked him down. You were kind to him, but you kept your distance. He never made many attempts to speak with you, but the short interactions he did have with you were short and clinical. He never asked, but he’s pretty sure you’re afraid of him—of what he’s done.

Despite this assumption, Bucky takes note of the way you drop everything to help him time and time again. You back him in Washington, you back him in Siberia, you back him in Wakanda, and you back him in Washington in the second go-round. He is appreciative—very much so—but he keeps his distance regardless. After all, he shouldn’t risk losing an ally by something as silly as small talk.

Things begin to change, though, when he runs into you at the airport. Both him and you felt the need to get on Sam’s back about giving up the shield.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, a little indignantly. You cringe a little at your tone, but you brush it off nonetheless.

Bucky shoots you an annoyed look before turning to Sam.

Throughout the mission to track down the Flag Smashers, you and Bucky bicker (even more than Sam and Bucky do). You challenge him on every opinion he shares, poke fun at every misstep he takes, and side with Sam for the sake of disagreeing with him. He returns the favor, and he ignores the bitter taste it leaves in his mouth.

Your interactions are not particularly pleasant, sure, but they’re existent—which is progress.

—

“Does he always stare like that?” Walker asks Sam, eyeing Bucky uncomfortably.

“You get used to it,” Sam replies.

You glare at Walker. His attitude towards you and your boys bothers you. His entitlement to Steve’s shield and name bothers you. He bothers you.

“Does she always stare like that?” Walker asks, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Only when douchebags harass my friends,” you deadpan.

You are plenty aware this is the first time you’ve called Bucky your friend, and you can tell he is too by the way his eyes shift from Walker to you. You’re not aware, though, that your concession of friendship serves as the push he needs to talk to you more.

—

It takes time, but over the next few weeks, Bucky manages to get you to open up. He’s surprised with himself by how he’s willing to talk to you; after all, people are usually trying to get him to talk.

Bucky finds out that you’re actually not as reserved as he thought, but you had heard both Steve’s stories of before and multiple people’s accounts of after. Your distance, you admit, was a consequence of you trying to give him space when everyone else was crowding him. Your teasing and bickering with him was a consequence of trying to create said space. The revelation makes Bucky’s heart clench: no one has made him feel so cared for in a long time.

Bucky sticks by his no dating rule, though. After all, you may be friends, and you may be acting nicer to him lately, but there’s no way you like him like that.

Or, at least he thinks so until Louisiana.

—

“Hey, Sarah,” Bucky says, flashing a charming smile at her from where he sits next to Sam and yourself on the dock.

“Hey!” You smack his chest with the back of your hand. “No flirting with Sam’s sister.”

He lets his attention shift to you, and he can’t help the surprise. He’s aware that you could just be enforcing Sam’s demand from earlier, but you’re so adamant. He thinks maybe he sees a flash of jealousy in your eyes, but he thinks, too, he might just be seeing what he wants to see.

Sam and Sarah continue to bicker before she shoos the three of you away from the boat. Sam and Bucky step onto the dock and begin to walk away before you, and they keep walking even when Sarah stops you.

“Subtle,” she says, smirking at you. You wave her off, your face heating up with a blush.

“Shut up,” you say, embarrassment entwined with each syllable.

Bucky thinks maybe—just maybe—you might like him back.

—

Looking back on the last few years, Bucky can hardly believe the journey you and he had been on. Being so distant most of your time together in the first few years, and then being so rude to each other the next few, and then needing a push from the Wilsons to actually do anything about your feelings… it was interesting, to say the least.

He remembers the day you agreed to leave Louisiana with him. It was an impulsive decision, but it led to the first time the two of you had truly been alone together. It led to inside jokes and deep conversations. It led to a genuine friendship.

“I’m headed out tomorrow,” Bucky informed you and Sam.

The three of you were sitting on the porch of Sarah’s house, conversation flowing from friendly jests, to Karli, to the boat, to whatever else. Your head shot up to stare at him, eyes widening.

“What? Why?” Your tone was a little panicked. Bucky raised his eyebrows at your tone. Sam laughed, and you shot him a glare.

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome, Doll,” he said. Ever since the incident with Sarah, he’d let a few pet names for you fall from his lips, and he smugly noted the way they made you squirm.

“Oh.”

“Well!” Sam exclaimed, clapping his palms on his knees as he stood. “I’m gonna go check on Sarah and the boys while you,” he pointed at the two of you in turn, “figure whatever is going on here out.”

You protested, but Sam was gone without another word. Neither one of you spoke for a moment, and you chewed on your lip.

“You’re really going?” You asked shyly.

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“You can come with me, if you want,” he offered before he can think better of himself.

Your eyes shot to his, analyzing his face for any sort of jest. He seemed sincere, and once you decided he wasn’t pulling your leg, you responded.

“Okay.”

He remembers the day the two of you finally addressed that you were more than friends. Bucky, of course, has a no dating rule, and you? You had no such thing, but you weren’t dating either. In fact, you hadn’t since before Karli and the Flag Smashers showed up.

Bucky and yourself were at a bar, drinking and laughing with one another. He was sober, of course, but you were a little tipsy. You had a dopey smile on your face that he thought was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He still thinks your smile is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

That’s when a young woman sauntered up to the bar. She was gorgeous; her long, black braids reached her waist, her lips were painted a bright red color, and she wore a halter top that left little to the imagination.

“Hi,” she said, grabbing your attention, shooting you a flirtatious smile.

“Hi!” You said, the alcohol making you friendlier than you usually are.

“I saw you across the bar, and I was jus’ wonderin’, would you wanna grab a drink with me? Maybe dance a lil’?” Her eyes dragged down your body and back up to your eyes.

Your eyes widened and you blushed.

“Oh, uh! T-thank you! I’m flattered, but, uh, I got my guy right here, and I kinda like him too much to date!” You sort of yell-whispered the confession to the girl.

She glanced behind you to Bucky whose eyes had also widened in shock, his mouth hanging open a little. The woman laughed and touched your shoulder comfortingly.

“‘s alright,” she assured. “Was worth a shot, though.”

She turned to Bucky then.

“Yo, congrats, man. You’re a lucky guy once you two talk that through.”

With that, she had left, and you turned around to Bucky.

“Look,” you said, more sober sounding than you’d been since the two of you arrived at the bar. “I don’t know what you think this is, or what you want it to be, but I’m all in if you are.”

Bucky leaned forward and kissed you without a second thought.

And he remembers the moment he decided he was going to marry you, if you’d have him.

The two of you were sitting on the couch in your shared apartment; after about two years of dating, you insisted you live together.

“Buck, you’re always here. All your stuff is here. I don’t think you’ve stepped foot in your apartment in a month. You’re just wasting money on rent at this point.”

You were leaned into his side, eyes glued to the tv screen. The two of you were watching The Princess Bride (it’s one of the many movies you insisted was so culturally significant that he had to see it). It was the way you would turn to him at your favorite parts, gauging his reactions to see if he loved it like you did; the way you would mouth the most iconic lines along with the characters; and the way you would sigh contentedly and cuddle further into his side at the romantic scenes that really pulled the realization from deep within him. And, perhaps, it was the way you produced the most ridiculous voice to say "Mawwiage! Mawwiage is what bwings us here today!" that truly brought the idea of marrying you to the forefront of his mind. Regardless, he knew he wanted you around for the rest of his already over-extended lifetime.

—

Bucky Barnes decided early on in his life as a free man that he wasn’t going to try and date, and he decided late in his life as a free man that he wasn't going to ever try and date anyone other than you. So, here he finds himself, kneeling on the ground in front of you with a ring extended towards your person, and hoping you'll say yes.

"Sweetheart, I know we've had a lot of ups and downs. We met when I wasn't truly myself, we got together when I was still figuring out who I am on my own—without Steve, without HYDRA—but no matter what, you've been there for me. You're still here for me.

"You deserve the world, Doll, and I want to give it to you. I want to be here for all your ups and downs, and I want to spend my life being to you what you've already been to me.

"You're my partner, you're my best friend, you're the love of my life. And if you'll have me, I'll be your king, if you'll be my queen. I'll be your husband, if you'll be my wife.

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

You let out a laugh through a sob, pulling your hand to your face to quickly wipe your tears away, and you nod vigorously. You drop to your knees, pulling Bucky's face into your hands, caressing his cheek gently. Smiling, you respond.

"James Bucky Barnes, of course I'll marry you."

[thegoldencontracts]

What Do You Want?

Summary: You try to approach Azul with an offer. His response is- odd, to say the least.

Notes: My heart wants fluff to make up for the angst yesterday... im sorry T_T

The moment you'd first seen Azul, you thought he was pretty. Then, you started noticing other little cool things about him. And before you knew it, you had a crush.

"You're- so stupid!" Ace said with a laugh. "You actually think Azul Ashengrotto would ever like anyone? Best outcome is, he tries to scam you but you barely manage to win."

"I've got a point-card!" You said cheerily. "And I've made a rough outline of what I want my contract to look like."

The 'outline' was only one sentence, but Ace didn't need to know that.

At that moment, though, Ace's eyes widened.

"You're actually gonna do it?" He said, the grin fading from his face.

"Yeah," you said. You were going to try and make a contract with him, see what happened. Maybe it wouldn't work out. But hey, you'd never know if you didn't try!

Besides, you had a plan. And that plan was what brought you to the VIP room, a golden point card in hand.

"Ah, what a pleasant surprise it is to see you here!" Azul said with a salesman's grin that somehow still looked cute. "I was under the impression you couldn't afford point-cards."

You laughed.

"It's lovely what happens when you make people compensate you for your labor," you said. And it was true. Telling people you'd do something for a free meal at the Lounge got you point cards and food witthout any complaints. For some reason, people were more willing to do that than give you the money straight-up, even if the expensive meals usually meant they'd have to pay more. Whatever.

"Oh," Azul said, before quickly changing the topic. "So what exactly is your desire?"

You smirked.

"Azul," you said. "Considering the ranking of the Golden card, that means you have to accept any contract I propose, so long as it doesn't pose direct harm to your mental or physical wellbeing in some way, shape, or form, correct?"

Azul's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Correct, however, you're forgetting-"

"The impact limit, yes," you said. "If the wish in question requires maiming, killing, or mentally scarring any individual, whether or not you agree to grant it becomes a decision entirely at your discretion."

At this point, Azul was looking at you like you'd grown two heads.

"Your point is...?" He asked.

"I won't have to make any other payment for my wish then, correct?" You said. You knew how these exchanges worked, and you did not want to get scammed.

Azul bit his lip.

"Fine, fine, you 'win', I suppose. Just- tell me what exactly it is you desire," he said.

You smiled, handing him a piece of paper with the draft of your contract on it. Azul's eyes widened in shock at its contents.

'Be my friend!' it said.

"Sooooo, what do you think?" You asked.

Azul shot you a glare. Harsh.

"What do you want?"

"I already told you- well, wrote to you, I guess, but-"

"No," Azul said, voice dangerously level. "What do you truly want?"

"Be my friend!" You said, flashing him a thumbs up. But Azul was still angry. Did he just hate you or something?

"I don't appreciate such juvenile attempts at mockery," he said. "If you have no true wish to make, then I shall have you escorted out."

You sighed. Seriously, this was getting annoying. Did he want to avoid you that badly?

"Look," you said. "I already laid it all out - you should try being my friend! And if you don't like it, then you stop! Simple as that, right?"

Azul scoffed.

"That's preposterous," he said. "No one would ever want such a thing-"

"Well, I want it," you said, before sighing. "Look, is it really that big of a deal?"

At that, Azul seemed to malfunction, like he couldn't possibly comprehend what you were saying. That was weird. Why wasn't he happy? Wasn't he going to try and scam you or something?

At long last, Azul shook away the red dusting his cheeks, handing you a pamphlet.

"Take this for now," he said. It was a study guide for Alchemy. "And keep the point card. I'll continue my inquiry tomorrow during lunch, so prepare yourself. Now then, leave."

"Great! See you tomorrow lunch then, Azul."

You took the study guide and headed for the exit. The study guide was pretty good, actually. And there was that little chibi doodle with hearts around it - you didn't know where it came from, but it kind of reminded you of yourself!

So, hey, it seemed like things were going pretty well.

Meanwhile, Azul was in a panic.

"The Prefect's caught on, I'm certain of it!" He said to Floyd and Jade, furiously flipping through his book of contingency plans for any type of social situation gone wrong. "Why else would such an odd request be made of me?"

Floyd rolled his eyes.

"Cause Shrimpy wanted to be your friend?" He said.

"No one would ever desire such a thing!" Azul said. "The Prefect's found out about that foolish little crush of mine, and decided to make a fool out of me. There's no other explanation!"

It was a sensible explanation, wasn't it? Common, too. It had happened to Azul all the time back then. He simply had to make sure he didn't slip, that he established consequences for all those who attempted to mess with him now.

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of Jade's laughter.

"What seems to be the matter, Jade? Do enlighten me," Azul asked dryly.

"You made an error in your panicked frenzy with the Prefect, that's all," Jade said. "The study guide you gave was the one with the doodles."

Azul felt his mouth go dry.

"W-What?"

"The one filled with countless doodles of your little crush, surrounded by hearts."

O-Of all the study guides, why that one?

Seven, how he wished to crawl into an octopus pot right now. But for now, all he could settle for was burying his face in his hands, left alone with his thoughts as he tuned Jade and Floyd out entirely.

He hadn't believed it, but- what if you were being sincere? What if you truly did want to grow closer to him? Yes, it was true that such a thing had never occurred in the past, meaning an analysis of past trends would seem such a thing impossible, and this sort of trick had been played on him countless times before but-

You seemed oddly sincere about it. And, frankly, he wanted you to be.

Azul couldn't help but sigh. Though it would likely cause him problems later, for now, he couldn't help but let himself hope.

[tojirings]

to yield

pairing: toji x reader

wordcount: 5k

glimpse: toji's the world-class fighter who trains in your best friend's gym, and you're the all-rounder employee who has a crush on him.

alternatively, mma!toji wants you to stop pining for him, and you finally listen.

[ angst + fluff, So Much Yearning, unrequited love (but only initial!! 😑😑), toji's almost always a little mean whenever he turns u down, nosy as FAWKKK bff satoru, the L word, mentions of mma-related injuries, jealousy, eventual redemption ]

To yearn for Toji is light work. 

Pining after him is as easy as making up workout trivia just to get a reaction from him that isn’t a neutral quirk of his lips or a dismissive tilt of his head. You’re pretty sure you’re going overboard with said lies (the proof being you having to approach Toji without Satoru in earshot just so the latter wouldn’t burst out laughing), but Toji doesn’t seem to think so.

He’s either very clueless and actually believes you, or he’s just tolerant of your “fact” of the day despite being annoyed to death with you.

“Now where the hell did you hear that?” he narrows his eyes at you, the ghost of an amused smirk lingering in his lips the longer you look at him in anticipation for his reaction.

“Just… somewhere! I heard it’s verified information,” you smile, nodding your head to delay the incoming wave of embarrassment that you have for yourself.

“Oh, okay,” Toji parts his lips, nodding tersely. “A reputable news site really said that my grip strength is stronger than a shark’s?”

“Mhmm. You’re the strongest, I bet,” you squeak, the tremble of your hands behind your back coming to a halt when Toji has to excuse himself because Satoru hollered at him from the other side of the gym.

You’re not ready at all to confess to Toji.

Every week, from Monday to Saturday, Toji comes into your best friend’s gym with a scowl on his face as if Satoru personally provoked him one way or another (read: he did), within the window of 9 to 10 AM. Only his left hand would be occupied by his gym bag, which he leaves to you for safekeeping at the front desk instead of the locker room, because Toji would rather punch himself in the gut than to deal with overeager fanboys asking him about his fights.

Additionally, every week from Monday to Saturday, you come to the gym at 7 AM sharp, partially to clock in — but mostly to walk to the expensive coffee shop down the block to buy Toji his drink from your own pocket. Between 9 to 10 AM, Toji saunters into the gym and gives you his bag, to which you take with open arms.

Also, every week, from Monday to Saturday, you make sure that you're Toji’s first interaction of the day.

The routine you have with him (and not the other way around because he’s definitely not as involved with you than you are with him) starts with you giving him a wildcard drink that the barista recommended, then Toji either scrunching his nose in disgust or him humming in something a little bit more pleasant than disgust, then him later thanking you before giving you his standard response.

“You don’t have to do this, Y/N,” he’d say, his brows soft yet scrunched in the middle. (In other words: I don’t like you back so you don’t have to do this for me at all.)

“But I want to,” you’d reply, your smile small yet unperturbed. (In other words: I like you and I want to do this for you regardless, but a large part of me hopes that you’ll like me back.)

It’s no secret that you have a crush on Toji– not at all. Practically everyone in the gym knows how head-over-heels you are for him, and maybe even more than the fighter in question.

Satoru knows it, and he groans to no end whenever you pine for Toji like a little puppy. With each interaction you have with Toji that’s more desperate and maybe even a little more pathetic from your end than usual, Satoru wastes no time before offering to set you up with one of his friends, to which you always deny.

Shiu knows it too, and he tries to bring you up during sparring sessions with Toji that come after seeing your more helpless flirting attempts with the latter. Shiu’s actively trying to help you, Toji, and himself in the process because he can’t tell just how much secondhand embarrassment he can take before exploding.

The occasional opponents for practice matches know it. The night janitor knows it. God, even the delivery guy who’s only seen you ask Toji if he wanted water once knows it too.

Toji doesn’t like you, and while you know that fact wholeheartedly, you’ve come to realize that taking care of him in your own way is what completes your day even without getting anything in return. You know you’re bound to be sick of the one-sided yearning anyway, but while you’re not sick of fawning over Toji, you want to make the most of it.

You want to make the most of it until defeat sinks in.

Toji does not care for you — or atleast that’s what he tells everyone.

“I don’t have a crush on her. Never did,” Toji would say to Shiu every time they sparred, his words automatically flowing as soon as he sees the slightest hint of a smirk on his handler’s face. Shiu would always wave him away as usual (and that earns him an ungloved and unrestricted punch on the shoulder out of the ring), and it only makes Toji pout because even his friend doesn’t believe him.

“I don’t like girls who are so obvious,” he would mutter under his breath whenever Satoru nudges him to say thank you when you hold out a clean towel for him even if he didn’t ask. Toji appreciates the cold, fragrant, and personally-delivered-by-you towel anyway, but not enough to smack Satoru on the face with it.

“I don’t know why you’d think that,” Toji, without fail, would reply to anyone in the gym who mistakes him as your boyfriend. He’s gotten shameless with it to the point that he doesn’t mind if you hear it, but also without fail, he feels a little guilty every time.

Toji shouldn’t exactly feel guilty for not liking you back because he doesn’t owe it to you in the first place — or atleast that’s how he reasons with himself.

.

.

.

“I’m gonna stop liking him in a week, Toru. I swear. Cold turkey and everything.” 

“Yup. Sure you will, sport,” Satoru snorts at your drunken admission, kicking your knee lightly to stop you from your sulking.

He feels a little responsible for your feelings towards Toji because if only he didn’t introduce you to him, none of this would’ve happened in the first place. 

You would’ve still been his sole accountant for his gym who only dropped in every once in awhile to help manage the place whenever it was short-staffed and not this; not the multi-tasking beast that you are who’s not only his accountant, but this cheery and energized all-rounder gym employee you he didn’t ask you to be.

“No, no. I’m serious this time,” you mutter, your cheek squished to the table so you can limit yourself from saying anything else that could explain to Satoru why you were hellbent in accepting his offer to drink tonight. “I feel like a fool running after Toji.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t exactly use the word-…”

“I know you think it.”

“Fine. I do think it, but you know I mean well!” Satoru surrenders, ruffling your hair as he takes note of keeping the windows down and driving as slowly as he legally could when he takes you home tonight. “You just aren’t Toji’s type, but that’s not a bad thing, y’know? 

There’s so much more on your mind, but you’re not in the mood to think of Toji any longer because the moment you do, you’ll succumb to him again.

You want to surrender, completely and irrevocably this time, but not without the final push so you could say that you did everything and you’ll have no regrets if Toji turns you down again — or rather, when Toji turns you down again.

“If it doesn’t work out,” you hiccup, burying your face to the bulk of Satoru’s sweater so you could smell the scent of clean laundry on him instead of imagining that you’re smelling Toji’s perfume out of nowhere in the packed club. “Go set me up with your friend.”

( ♡ ) 

Toji’s a little perplexed to see you at the front desk this morning.

After all, it was only last night when he saw you at the club, looking completely spent with your head buried in Satoru’s shoulder. Toji had only nodded to him when their eyes locked, mouthing that he’s with his friends so he can’t hang back with him, and Satoru let him go without any annoying remarks because he just gestures to your sleeping figure wordlessly.

Weirdly enough, Toji didn’t get to enjoy himself last night because his eyes kept wandering to your booth.

What’s even weirder now is that not only did you come to work looking fully recovered, but Toji also hangs back for a fraction of a minute right after giving you his duffel bag.

“Hey,” he greets, smiling tightly as he tries to figure out internally on why his feet wouldn’t move at all.

“Hi, Toji,” you reply back, staying still on your seat as you try to make conversation with him, but oddly enough, no ridiculous trivia could come out of your lips.

All it takes is Satoru whistling from the breakroom for you to snap into your senses, and for Toji to realize what was missing.

You have no drink for him today.

He’s not that bothered because that means he’s not subjected to whatever overly sweet or bitter monstrosity you give him, and that could only mean that he’ll be able to skip giving you his signature rejection.

It’s a good thing for you to start giving up on him, he convinces himself.

Toji tolerates you in a way that’s unbeknownst even to you, because in the first place, you’ve convinced yourself that the crush you have on the MMA fighter isn’t that serious.

Swiping your employee card to get him a free energy drink isn’t that serious in your own perspective, but when you overheard the conversation awhile ago between Toji and Shiu (with the latter convincing him that free energy drinks equated to a marriage proposal), you started doing it for everyone. You swipe your card over and over even for the fighters you barely know, but oddly enough, Toji’s eyes twitch whenever he sees his favorite grape-flavored drink in everyone’s hands.

Offering the Bluetooth connection code to Toji for him to play whatever he wants to on the speakers may be a little serious, but you convince yourself that it really isn’t when you accidentally eavesdrop on Satoru telling him that you totally have it out for him. What you do for Toji, you start to do for everyone; it’s telling with the way your speakers announce whose phone it’s connected to every thirty minutes, but not so much telling as to why Toji’s going extra hard sparring with his handler.

Toji does not care for you — or atleast that’s what you’ve convinced yourself.

Denying his fondness for you has almost been as easy as you tamping down your adoration for him, so much so that when a new guy at the gym randomly comes up to Toji and mentions your name, he responds automatically.

“We’re not together. Go ask…” her out — that’s what Toji’s supposed to say. “I don’t know, actually. I heard she’s taken, I think,” he rectifies himself, exiting the conversation before he could be bombarded with yet another question that revolved around you.

Or another question that would only make him realize that you having eyes for only him doesn’t equate to other people backing off from that mere fact alone.

Toji doesn’t like you, but oddly enough, the fact doesn’t bother you as much lately.

( ♡ ) 

You’re on your last leg of pining for Toji.

The shame of it all is finally getting to you, seeping into your deepest crevices that had thought for the longest time that you had a fighting chance with him. You don’t exactly regret yearning for Toji because after all, it had been in your own accord, no matter the risks you’ve already taken.

Maybe, just maybe, you could only go up from here. 

Maybe, because you and Toji hadn’t been friends to begin with when you pursued him, but on the other hand, it could be your ultimate downfall because perhaps right after he turns you down this time, you won’t be able to come back to anything.

There’s no foundation built between the two of you for you to fall back on, and while that’s surely devastating for you, it would only be a walk in the park for Toji.

You’re risking it all, even if you’re just as sure that nothing will come out of this, because you know you won’t come out unscathed — when Toji finally lets you down this time, harshly like you don’t mean anything to him, you’ll know then that you did everything in your power before you gave up on him.

The omamori in your hands that you’ve planned giving to him is your only salvation, because you get to grip it and remind yourself in real time that Toji’s seething at you.

He’s been stressed since the early morning fighting with his manager who had considered fixing up a match, and despite having resolved it with Choso already even before you came into his eyesight, Toji can’t shake off the anger from his body.

You’re the first person who comes into his space and into his mind, and you’re probably the last for the day (and maybe for an unforeseen amount of time) with the way he snaps at you.

“Y/N, can you just-“ Toji sharply inhales, clenching his jaw so tightly just so he can’t make his voice any louder. “Can you just please fucking stop?”

The omamori that you’re gripping tightly in your hands, the same one that you’ve gotten for blessings and protection for his fight in a month’s time, reminds you that Toji doesn’t want anything to do with you.

“I bet you’re a nice girl and all but I just don’t want you, okay?” he nods breathlessly as if asking you for confirmation. “I don’t like you like that.”

After a year and then some of yearning for Toji, you finally yield.

( ♡ ) 

You don’t come in for work.

Your absence is easily noticed because by this hour, you should’ve been glued to your seat by the front desk, ready to stash Toji’s gym bag under your desk.

He freezes by the entrance, brows knitted in confusion to see that your spot’s empty. He and his bag have been spoiled by you to the point that Toji feels uncharacteristically displaced when he walks past your desk, with his bag and without his drink.

“Huh,” Toji mutters to himself, strolling as casually as he could to the breakroom. He’s already had breakfast and he’ll be willing to have another one if it means lingering around you today, but to his surprise (and his surprise only), you aren’t there. “That’s weird.”

Toji jolts in place when he senses an agitating presence behind him that does little to conceal his proximity behind him, fists immediately clenching when he sees Satoru lean on the wall next to him.

“Jeez. I wonder who could’ve possibly said what to Y/N that made her call in sick today,” he enunciates slowly, enough for the sarcasm to steep in and his words to absorb into Toji’s thick skull.

“What are you-…” Toji interrupts himself when he finally gets what Satoru’s pertaining to, the skip of his chest being telling about the guilt that’s been stewing at the back of his head since last night.

“You weren’t exactly discreet about it, idiot. We were in the breakroom,” Satoru rolls his eyes, standing to his full height when he sees Toji falter. “Even Shiu heard you and he has the most effective noise-cancelling headphones known to man.”

Right on cue, Shiu comes out leisurely out of the room he had been peeking at two seconds ago. It takes only a second for him to register that Toji’s outside for whatever reason (he knows exactly why) before whistling in response, the shit-eating grin on his face apparent for Toji to remember.

“Woof,” he chuckles. “Don’t go biting my head now. I bet you’re a nice guy and all.”

It’s a build-up of things since this morning, and perhaps even from last night if he counts the immediate tinge of regret that stings him when he’s seethed his rejection at you, that truly throws Toji off his game.

Maybe it’s Satoru’s repeated teasing throughout the day and his targeted material of asking whether Toji was hungry or not, right within the timeframe wherein you usually ask him if he wants to join you for a meal.

Maybe it’s Shiu’s incessant mentioning of your name throughout his workout and the convenient reminder that Toji’s working out harder than he usually does, yet there’s no cold towel waiting for him.

But really, whatever it is that just adds up to the already excessive noise in Toji’s head concerning you, he knows now more than ever that absence your absence is noticeable.

His opponent for today’s practice match knows it. The day janitor knows it. Even the delivery guy who’s only been here twice knows it.

Toji simmers in guilt except he doesn’t want to admit it just yet, full well knowing that he would have texted you an apology — if only he had your number.

( ♡ ) 

You come back after three days.

After a year and some months’ worth of excessive reminders from Satoru, you finally take into realization that you don’t have to go to work in-person as often as you do. 

You didn’t know that all it would take for you to slow down and take your much-needed break is Toji by some way (read: rejecting you so harshly that you had been mute on your way home), and you haven’t predicted at all that there’ll be a day wherein you come to work not to pursue him.

Toji immediately notices your presence because even if you were no longer perched by the front desk, it was apparent that you’re already back judging by the way everyone– and literally everyone— in the gym seemed to look at ease somehow.

You’re at the other side of the gym with the light equipment that Toji barely frequents, and it’s the way you stand and smile that makes him pause.

It’s also the way that you smile at Choso that makes Toji announce his presence loudly.

“Let me help you there, buddy,” he claps behind the guy he recognizes as one of his fans (in all fairness, Yuuji isn’t as annoying as all the others who only come here just to get a glimpse of him), startling his already trembling figure.

Toji, without any hesitation yet a lot of frustration, easily grabs the heavy barbell mid-air that Yuuji’s struggling with before dropping it to the ground as roughly as he could.

It’s too light for him. Too easy, even. 

What’s heavier for Toji at the moment is the realization that you’ve given up on him and he has no one to blame but his emotional constipation, and maybe Choso who had pissed him off prior to his tantrum at you.

You did look at Toji and the mini scene he had created, but you immediately avert your eyes as soon as he fixates on yours.

He feels untethered this way, and if the lump on his throat is omniscient of the guilt that he’s feeling yet he’s unable to put into words, Toji wants you to notice him again, tirelessly and shamelessly like you did before.

He’s not in his usual zone, so much so that he barely makes any banter with Shiu who had been talking his ear off in letting Satoru have a go at him.

Toji’s too far out of his concentration, so much so that he agrees to spar with Satoru. 

He’s been pestering him for the longest time to get in the ring with him and Toji had always declined, even if he knows that your friend could take him on to some degree. He’s turned him down again and again for even just a light sparring session, especially when you were around, because he knows that he’s your friend.

He wouldn’t want to hurt Satoru if it hurts you, except now, the difference is that the latter really wants to hurt him and the former is out of his game to the point that he’ll resort to anything just to get your attention.

Toji lands a punch so hard that Satoru audibly croaks, holding his stomach even with the padding on. You’ve always been (read: used to be) the biggest fan of Toji even in practice matches, but now, instead of cheering for him, your eyebrows knit in worry instead–

Except your concern isn’t for him.

“Satoru? You okay?” you immediately come to his side by the ring, eyes inspecting him from head to toe.

Before he could even say that he is and that he’ll get back at Toji with twice the power, Toji pipes in from behind your friend, raising a gloved hand sheepishly.

“I’m not.” 

Toji shamelessly declares his apparent hurt, making everyone nearby audibly gawk at him for his audacity. You only blink at him in the surprise, trying your earnest to see on what part and capacity could Satoru, a non-professional, has possibly injured him.

“H-he punched me by the ear,” he stutters, the lie catching onto his teeth on the way out. The embarrassment of him making up an unbelievable lie is yet to hit, but Toji wouldn’t mind either way.

“What?! I barely even hit you in the face!” Satoru reacts, his face indescribable with the way he swats Toji on the arm in disbelief.

You snort at the scene in amusement, yet your eyes stay fixated on your friend.

“Yeah, yeah. I believe you, Toru.”

( ♡ ) 

True to his word, Satoru sets you up with his friend.

It was amusing, if not mildly infuriating with regards to the universe’s fate for your heart, to learn that Suguru’s the owner of the upscale café you’ve been buying Toji’s drinks from for six out of seven days a week.

It’s actually amusing to the point that you immediately smile whenever Satoru brings up Suguru, even for no particular reason, because if only time and luck had been at your side, you would’ve met him earlier and spared yourself the heartbreak from Toji.

You know to yourself, even in the deepest pits of your stomach that would like to argue otherwise, that you would’ve like Toji regardless even if you met Suguru earlier — what irks you about the whole thing is that fate is twisted.

You’re at standstill with the guy who checks all your boxes and actually likes you back unlike Toji, except this time, you’re content at staying in whatever playful relationship that you and Suguru are in now. 

It’s not a mess per se, but it’s a playful blunder between the two of you wherein you flirt and like each other’s presence, except you’re not in a relationship at all because neither of you are in a rush.

Oddly enough, having each other while not exactly owning the other at same time is enjoyable for the both of you.

For not atleast, you and Suguru are simply fated to be a pair of flirty friends that enjoy each other’s company without having to come home at the end of the night. He has his reservations while you have yours too, but they didn’t mean anything when the other just needs another shoulder present.

Your reservations don’t matter at the moment when there’s an inner turmoil that roots from the base of your chest, simply because Satoru had made the offhand comment that Toji kept asking him about you while you weren’t around.

Your reservations don’t matter at the moment when Suguru comes at the perfect time because he’s not as familiar as the best friend you grew up with, nor is he as fond as the man you’ve spent the better part of a year crushing on and are now wanting to move on from.

“Who’s that?” Toji snaps to no one in particular, the scowl on his face off-putting and intriguing enough for Satoru to notice. He follows Toji’s line of sight, a sly smirk already building up on his face at the prospect of teasing him, even if he knows your real score with Suguru.

“Oh, that’s Suguru. He’s my friend.”

“Didn’t he use to be that defending champion or something?” Toji murmurs, crossing his arms. He vaguely recalls how he once read an article detailing the young player retiring early so he could live a normal life, hearing the name Geto every once in awhile. “Why’s he here?”

“Didn’t you say you never keep tabs on other players?” Satoru snickers, the teasing smirk apparent on his face because of Toji’s sheer bitterness. “Also, it’s my gym. He’s not allowed around here or something?”

“Whatever. Don’t care,” Toji grumbles. “I could take him in a fight. I’d probably destroy him.”

Toji feels unwell, not because he spent a solid ten minutes arguing with a defensive Satoru that keeps insisting his best friend could totally defeat him in a fight, but because throughout that time, not once did you stop smiling at whatever Suguru has to say to you.

Your eyes are practically gleaming and although he loves the sight, there’s this ache that blooms in his chest and spreads all the way to the base of his spine knowing that it’s what you had looked like in front of him for the longest time.

“I bought lunch.”

Toji approaches you as soon as Suguru goes to the bathroom, his smile gentle and hesitant. 

It’s a first for you because you usually treat him. At the start, it was you treating everyone in order not to be transparent with your crush, but there’d been a couple obvious times in which you only exerted efforts for Toji and only him.

Toji doesn’t bother with an excuse of treating everyone or that he had bought too many; he just wants to have lunch with you. “Want some?”

“No, but thank you,” you answer lowly, the shake of your head barely noticeable because you don’t want to look him in the eye.

Toji’s more confused than he is deterred, the bag in his hands suddenly weighing a ton. “But you haven’t left your desk so that means you haven’t eaten yet,” he points out. “Do you not like this type of food? If not, I could just run to the-…”

“There you are!” 

Suguru comes back, and just like that, the crumbs of attention you were giving him had been cleaned up entirely. 

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s gooo, doll. I wanna beat everyone else to the limited specials,” Suguru ignores his obvious beating presence and practically drags you out from your chair (even though you needed little convincing), the hold he has on your wrist making Toji see red briefly.

Toji’s jaw clenches, unconsciously stepping out of the gym not long since you and Suguru rushed out, his sharp eyes following you until you both turn the corner.

It’s the same shop he got your food from.

( ♡ ) 

Toji can’t put a finger to what he’s feeling.

He feels different; the bad and dull kind of different that makes him listless and anxious no matter how much he tries to tire himself out.

He’ll subject himself to an agonizing workout with no breaks in between, but after that, he could only think about the way your bottom lip trembled at his words.

He’ll put himself through one practice match after another without any proper training, and even if Toji wins as he always does, he could only think about how he’s lost all of your affection that he had unconsciously looked forward to the entire time.

Toji finds himself lingering around you and he doesn't know if he could just continue hovering and hovering in this way; in a way that's unlike yours because you were unafraid to stand so close to him, talk to him whenever you please, and trail around him like a lost puppy in the past.

He’s upset and he doesn’t even know why he allows himself to feel that way, when for the longest time, he had convinced himself that he didn’t give you any hope so he had no reason to feel guilty about turning you down; so that he had no problem ignoring you while dealing with his constipation of not apologizing.

Toji’s upset, except he’s too self-aware to the point that it’s only his spite that keeps him awake with regret; he did give you hope. 

He didlinger around you and accept whatever you had to give him despite his lips making out the sentiment that he can never return them.

He did feel guilty at the prospect of turning you down right from the start because if that wasn’t the case, then you would have long given up on him. 

He did feel guilty about rejecting you, especially considering the fact that he wasn’t wholeheartedly sure whenever he refused your love — he still does.

“Toji?” you call out, the sound of your voice immediately startling him with the lights already dim in the breakroom. Toji only frequented the breakroom whenever you were there, and the odd, if not ironic, turn of events makes him smile humorlessly. “Are you drunk? Do you need me to call Satoru?” you ask with genuine concern, tilting your head as you try to assess his figure. “Do you want to go home?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head softly. “It’s jus’ to take the edge off. Probably easier to get a horse drunk than to get metipsy.”

You give a small smile at that, the tremble of your hands barely noticeable with the way Toji’s even more nervous than you at the realization that the two of you are alone with each other.

You’re only here because you forgot your laptop, and Toji’s only here because he doesn’t know what to make of himself because you’ve detached yourself from his routine— from his life, it seems like.

Toji looks down on his full glass, swirling it by his knee. There’s an unspeakable sorrow to his face with something about it resembling you, or atleast the resignation you felt every time Toji turned you down less than gently.

“Why don’t you like me anymore?”

Your eyes widen at the question, the words left in the tip of your tongue drying out the longer that Toji looked at you this way — like he’s stooped down to the level you used to be in, his eyes tired and glassy.

“Why don’t you like me anymore?” he repeats, mistaking the shock on your face for confusion. “If I… i-if I pretend to be drunk and ask you out, will you say yes?” Toji murmurs, using the back of his hand to clumsily get rid of the wetness that had unknowingly formed at the corners of his eyes. “Would that make you go back to liking me again?”

[eluxcastar]

Heyy! May i request dottore x fem!reader who is a Porcelain doll(a puppet like scara but she's made out of Porcelain instead) and likes all those cute feminine stuff and collecting stuff like bows, Porcelain dolls and more. And I wonder if dottore would like the reader being pretty feminine and what's his opinion on Porcelain dolls (don't mind when i did any mistakes, English isn't my native language)

~🎀🧷

Dottore with a doll reader

── ୨୧：il dottore x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: silly rambles about Dottore and doll reader being cute

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: fem reader (no gendered terms really used tho tbh), soft dottore (listen it's my guilty pleasure), reader has the properties of porcelain, not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 950

THIS ACTUALLY reminds me of one of the very very first drafts I wrote even before Tartaglia's little brotherfication (coincidentally also of Dottore) so this is very fun. That doll was one of Sandrone's creations and I've decided so is this one

this also may hit close to home did I ever mention my slight obsession with dolls (it's worse than slight)

Dottore has fixed you many times, much to his inconvenience.

He has warned you many times against becoming reckless, but you never seem to listen, at least in his eyes. You are by no means fragile—porcelain is hard to chip away at—your habit is simply that of finding danger. Finding it, throwing yourself at it, and landing yourself here in the darkest corners of the Fatui's headquarters so the doctor can carefully string you back together.

A gentle touch is not his forte, the practised hands of a doctor toiling away in his effort to put you back together. You prefer him to Sandrone any day for how much less pain you associate with him. He can scold you all he likes, but it may never work. You'll keep coming back and asking for his help when your strings come loose, and he will oblige your request for reasons that escape even him. It is a simple process now performed practically from memory.

Your habit of collecting frankly worthless items is certainly something. The bows, frilly dresses, and varying spools of lace you always claim you'll do something with and never do all feel normal. The porcelain dolls, on the other hand, are...interesting.

You are a living porcelain doll, and yet you collect them like novelty items. Isn't that like your equivalent of collecting human babies? Whatever it is to you, people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, so he keeps quiet as you fuss over their placement and hair, straighten their clothes or whether you're willing to sacrifice the careful styling of their hair to a pretty hat. It keeps you happy and away from everything dangerous that you seem to always run into.

The truth is, you are not in the slightest delicate despite making yourself seem that way. What you are is heavy, too heavy to always be lifting onto an operating table and too heavy to be lugging your pieces around—porcelain is not light.

However, there is interest to be had in the workings of your construction, which he is reminded of each time he takes you apart and watches you divide into inanimate pieces. You talk to him sometimes, pleasant background noise, or maybe just annoying when you start asking foolish questions he can't possibly answer. He can handle every "What are you doing?" and "Why are you doing that?" but when you begin to show your ignorance regarding your own creation and try to turn to him for answers instead of Sandrone, it frustrates him. 

You're supposed to answer his questions.

"She doesn't like my questions," you reason, and he never has to wonder why that is. Your incessant prodding and curiosity would irritate her, as does his indulging of your curiosity. She will complain that you're becoming restless and not as quickly satisfied, but really, nothing much at all has changed.

He can deal with your gravitation toward the things that make you happy if that's what keeps a smile on your face. One might even say he doesn't mind it, even when you pester him to help you tie your bows when they come loose in your hair or listen to your ramblings as you try to get him to help you with your dolls. He's better at tying knots than you. His hands have friction to keep the strings in place, unlike your slippery porcelain hands.

Your habits are endearing in their own way, the satisfaction with things that make you feel...human. You will never be, but the illusion of humanity and the yearning to chase it is not unlike the Segments. They think of themselves as human, believe they are, and exist as though they are human, yet they will never be as human as Prime. The only idea that makes sense is that you are displaying the same behaviour.

It is how Sandrone made you to be.

He can't say he especially blames you for following what your creation dictates. Your presence could bother him more than your interests could, namely a result of your many, many questions. It's not that you're sheltered or ignorant of the world around you—far from it—but most people don't know the nature of the things he works on, and you are no exception. You learned everything by asking, and he presents a wormhole of knowledge that you seek to understand by having him explain everything he's doing to you in great detail.

There's a bargaining that comes with it. Dottore will give you things so long as you stay out of the way, and you'll inspect them with a curious eye because he presents you with what Sandrone keeps you from. That is the only reason he can accept as to why you're talking to him, not that you like his voice and his smile, nor that you find the things he says fascinating or enjoy the light brush of his fingers against yours as he passes you your little 'distrations'. It's enough to watch him.

He complains his hands are always cold, and supposedly so are yours, but you've never felt temperature before. You like the faint glimpses of his scars, soft as his skin. They're not like yours, the closest equivalent being jagged cracks in your limbs that someone has to eventually fix before they worsen into breaks. 

Things are comfortable around him. He is used to the odds quirks of sentient, inhuman beings, and a benefit of being around them is that they don't mind how weird he is by most standards.

You are something he can easily get used to lingering around. Despite your similarities to the segments, he must admit that you are far less of a bother.

[harryforvogue]

harry and mia on their first vacation together <333 smutty because it's harry and mia duh! 2k words

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The first time Harry and Mia ACTUALLY go on vacation, it's months after they get back together, and it's Harry's idea.

Of course Mia agrees, but she's not quite sure what she's agreed to.

Because as far her knowledge of Harry traveling goes, the first thing to get checked in is his laptop bag. Harry has always brought work along with him, even when she was his submissive. And that always irked her, but no matter how much she used to complain about it, he never really changed his ways.

So when Harry suggests the vacation with just them two to a nice, quiet place, Mia's jaw is on the floor when Harry doesn't even take his laptop with him.

She eyes him as he's locking his door. 

"What is it?" he asks, reaching for his luggage. "I said the Uber will be here in a bit. Just two minutes. I know you can wait two minutes."

"I'm not that impatient," Mia says, though she was definitely annoyed moments ago when he told her that the Uber was going to be a few minutes late. "Are you sure you have everything?"

Harry frowns, looking at his carry on and suitcase. "I'm pretty sure. Why? Are you missing something? It’s not too late to run in and grab it.”

“No, no. I’m just…confused. So you’re not bringing work with you?”

Harry blinks. “No. I’m going on vacation.”

“But you always bring work with you.”

He frowns deeper. “But I’m going on vacation.”

“Without your laptop.”

“Exactly.”

“I am just concerned.”

“For what reason, Mia?”

“Because you always bring work with you.”

“Do you want me to bring work with me? On our first ever vacation together?”

“Of course not. And we’ve done vacations together.”

“Those didn't count.”

“Why not?”

“Because I brought work with me.”

Mia suddenly smiles. She hears the car pull up to Harry’s driveway behind her. She loops her arm around Harry’s and rests her chin on his shoulder, looking up at his with innocent eyes. “So for the whole week, you’re not working? No phone calls, no emails, nothing?”

Harry shakes his head, tapping her bottom lip with his thumb. “Just you and me.”

And he stands by his word. In fact, Mia’s not sure she sees him on his phone at all for the entirety of the week aside from looking at Google Maps and researching places he wants to visit.

And the truth is that Harry really doesn’t have a lot of places in mind for visiting. He mostly looks up dinner places and cafes he thinks Mia will like. Every night, he sends her a list of them and lets her pick the best one in the morning, but aside from that, there’s no real planning on either of their ends.

Mia, however, quickly learns that she very much likes the person Harry is on vacation.

He wears loose shorts and flowy button down shirts. His hair falls onto his forehead in curtains, and he tans very quickly, the freckles on his face reappearing after quite some time. He always has sunglasses on, either perched in his hair or on his face, and despite the casualness about his attire and mood, she finds it all so incredibly attractive.

Every morning at the hotel, she wakes up to a nearly naked Harry in between the sheets. Something about hotels makes Harry needy, which is something she already knew, but the occurrence is always so pleasant. He’s all long tanned legs and golden bare chest beside her, one arm slung over her stomach, his face pressed against her hair as he sleeps. He looks so peaceful.

When he wakes up, his eyes still unfocused and curls unruly, he smiles sleepily at her, and despite how sticky it is from the sweat and humidity, Mia doesn’t mind when he kisses her softly, holding her jaw between his hands. When he showers and returns in his vacation clothing, his face smoothly shaved, Mia feels as if she’s losing her mind.

Mia watches him put his shoes on. She’s still in bed when he gets ready because no vacation will ever prompt her to get out of bed earlier than him (even though he’s also “sleeping in”). She holds the duvet to her bare chest and stares at him.

“I think,” Mia says, “that I find you ever hotter like this than I do when you wear a suit.”

“I’m always in a suit.”

“Mm. Lucky me.”

Harry looks over his shoulder and smiles. “Go get changed and pick a place to eat, yeah? It’s so late, we might as well do brunch.”

She pushes the duvet off of her and stretches, aware of Harry’s eyes on her. She walks around him, fluffing his hair as she goes. When she returns from her own shower in a sundress and her hair wet, Harry looks at her the way she imagines she looks at him.

Because another thing she’s learned about Harry during their first official vacation together is that when work isn’t on his mind, she is. Specifically Mia naked in his bed under him.

And Mia doesn’t mind at all. He’s more handsy than usual, more flirty. More often than not, the hand on her waist or back travels down to her ass, and his eyes that are usually very attentive when she speaks often slip down to her mouth or neck, distracted.

“It’s the fucking dresses,” Harry groans, reaching for her whens he comes out of the bathroom. “They’re so short.” He makes her straddle his lap on the hotel bed. “Gives me such…easy access.” To prove it, he runs his hands over her thighs, inching higher and higher.

“That’s the point,” Mia murmurs, leaning in for a kiss. His fingers grip her skin tighter when she twirls her fingers against his hair, pressing herself closer to her. 

“And the bras,” he whispers, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back to expose her throat. She whimpers when he presses hot kisses to her neck. “Or the lack thereof.”

“Don’t use fancy words right now. I'm too horny to think."

He only laughs and tightens his grip on her hair. She whines again, her breath coming faster. He drags his tongue up the column of her throat, making her tremble in his lap. She’s already unbuttoning his shirt when he grabs her waist and flips her over onto the mattress.

Mia’s working on removing her dress when Harry stops her, shaking his head. “Leave it on.”

She drops her hand, letting him turn her over again so her face is in the sheets. “Fuck,” she groans, grabbing them. She hears Harry rip a condom packet, and she impatiently waits until his hands are back on her, flipping her bright yellow dress up. He doesn’t even bother taking her underwear off. It seems like he’s impatient too from the way he pushes her underwear to the side and slides into her.

Mia closes her eyes, her moan muffled into the duvet. He’s holding her hips firmly, moving her against him rather than pushing into her. She likes it, letting him do as he pleases because it feels too good to stop him.

Harry is absolutely insatiable. He needs to fuck her or make her come on his fingers or mouth multiple times a day. This will be the first of today. He woke up needing her so bad after a night of her ass pressed against his crotch, her soft sighs, and her pouty mouth, and he knew they wouldn't leave the hotel this morning without having sex at least once. Most of the time, he’s gentle and needy and careful with her, but sometimes, like now, he requires something else.

So he lets go of her waist and uses his free hand to gather her hair up in a ponytail and pull her up slightly.

Her fingers flex against the sheets, hot, white pleasure coursing through her. “Fuck, Harry,” she cries, crying out when he picks up his pace. “Always feel so good.”

Harry loves when he fucks Mia so well that she’s only able to say a few words at most, her brain barely able to keep up. It’s exactly how he himself feels, but it’s so much hotter to him when Mia tries to talk to him when he’s that deep inside of her, being that rough.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, tightening the hold on her hair. “Always feels this good when I fuck you, Mia?”

“Mhm,” she gasps. “Always. Always.”

He fucks her from the back for a while, enjoying her strained whimpers into the mattress, before letting go of her hair and slowly pulling out. “Turn over, baby.”

She does, shakily, and looks at him with so much love in her grey eyes when he leans down to kiss her forehead. He slides back into her and her arms immediately go around his neck, reaching up to kiss him again and again until it feels too good and she can’t keep up with him. She’s moaning against his mouth, kissing away all the swears he mumbles against her lips.

“Harry,” she whispers, though it sounds like a plea. He lazily drags a hand down to her throat, wrapping around it. His other hand tenderly cradles the back of her head.

“Mia,” he says back, kissing her jaw hungrily, making way up to her ear. He gives a slight bite, making her legs tremble. He can’t hold his orgasm back, dropping his head to the pillow beside her own head, wary of the hand around neck. For a brief moment, he finds himself lost in the blinding pleasure, and when he comes to, Mia’s on the verge herself.

“Please,” she whispers, as if he’d ever deny her. He kisses her hard.

When she’s about to come, Harry drops the hand around her neck to gently thumb her clit and she cries out sharply. She squeezes him tight, making him bite back his own groan and thank his past self for getting a room with soundproof walls. She has tears in her eyes when she’s finished, and Harry gently pries her aching fingers away from his hair, which she’s gripped very tight during her orgasm.

He kisses her fingers, then her palm, her wrist, and all the way up to her elbow, making her quietly giggle. She watches him pull out, discard the condom, and return to her, kneeling beside her on the bed.

Harry gently pushes her hair out of her face, clipping the stray tendrils back again. “You’re so fucking pretty, my love,” he says, in awe. “Look at you. Absolutely insane to me how pretty you are.”

Her hair is fanned out on the pillow, her pale skin slightly red from where he held it, her chest flushed. She smiles so beautifully up at him when he runs the back of his knuckles against her cheek and leans down to kiss her again, softly this time. 

“It’s the dress, I think,” she tells him, taking his hand when he helps her up. Her legs are still too shaky to actually stand on.

“Partly, but mostly it is you.”

“I, um, may need a minute before we go out. Or ten.”

“Anything you want.”

Harry makes sure she’s able to sit upright herself before he plugs in the hair dryer and kneels behind her on the bed, gently running his fingers through her damp hair as he dries it. Every so often, he’ll lean down to press wet kisses to her neck, making her shiver. When her hair is mostly dry, he’ll turn off the dryer, and hop off the bed.

He holds her chin up, grinning. “Ready to go?”

Mia nods. “Let’s go before I make you do all that again.”

He kisses her once more, so lovingly that she feels like crying. “You know I’d never mind, baby.”

[fallingdownhell]

(first time requestingg om)

I just thought about tighnari with a s/o like Shinobu

Basically with her personality traits um maybe even height-

OMG, Hi! Hope you like it here<3 And I hope I did your first request justice <3

Pairing: Tighnari x reader

Content: gender neutral reader; reader looks and behaves like Shinobu Kocho from Demon Slayer

Word count: 500 words

Have fun!

first of all, he absolutey goes crazy about you guys difference in height

he adores that you have to look up to him whenever you talk to him

he constantly teases you about it. In a loving way of course, but it does get on your nerves from time to time

Tighnari absolutely loves to just let his chin rest on top of your head when you're working on something. He can easily look at what you're doing and either give you some advice or just observe you and let you do your thing

also wholeheartedly adores it when he can bend down and just push his nose in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, staying right there to regain some much needed energy to get him through the day. Especially likes doing this when he has to deal with annoying Academiya students again

absolutely enamoured by your knowledge of medicine and poisons. He can tell how passionate you are about those subjects. He sees himself and his fascination for the forest in you, so he tries to support you in whatever study or experiment your are conducting right now

though he does still keep a watchful eye out for you, since working with poisons can get real dangerous real fast. But he has trust in you, and you and him both know that you know your limits

still, you're his partner. Can't blame him for looking out for you

the two of you actually have a lot of inside jokes with each other

loves your sarcastic and lowkey insulting way of talking to others, especially when neither of you likes the person

you were talking to him like this in the beginning as well. But rather than be insulted by it, he found it intriguing and pretty endearing, to be honest

it's what made him interested in you in the first place

nowadays, you don't talk to him like that at all anymore, except for the occaisonal, harmless banter between you guys

he adores that you always say what you think and feel without letting it boil inside you for too long. Honesty and communication is something he values highly, and he's glad that it comes so easily and naturally for the both of you

a personal headcanon of mine is that he would be in love with your handwriting

it's so elegant and neat, so pleasant to look at and the words are so easy to read

if possible, he would want for you to write a book or something, so he can always look at your perfect handwriting whenever he wants to

it took a while for you to figure this out, since Tighnari was hiding it well, thinking that you would think of him as some sort of creep or something along those lines

overall really adores everything about you. Tighnari would be smitten with his partner, no matter what they look or act like. He just loves YOU and everything that comes with you

[pariahsparadise]

riff lorton x shy!reader hc's

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requested by @luckyrabbits - hi! if requests are open, can i request something (fic or hcs are alright!) w riff lorton and a fem / gn reader who’s very shy? ty and have a great day! 

word count: 500

a/n: sorry this took so long to make! and as a shy person myself, i totally loved this prompt lol. hope you like this 💗

pairing(s): riff lorton x fem!reader

riff first sees you when he stops by at doc’s. you’re working alongside tony and laughing at something he’s saying to you, one hand coming up a little self-consciously to cover your smile

riff melts on the spot

he bothers tony for next few days, trying to convince him to introduce the two of you

tony first says no, he knows you aren’t too comfortable around strangers

but riff manages to wear him down eventually

you’re a little scared when you first talk to him, and you’re really thankful that tony and riff manage to carry the conversation on their own with little input from you

but over time, talking to riff gets a little easier

until the mf starts flirting with you

my god, you get so flustered

riff’s a pretty smooth guy, with lots of confidence, he knows what he’s doing

you’re the exact opposite

the first time riff calls you “girly girl”, you get so flustered, you have to walk away to the staff room

he always keeps himself in check though

yes, he loves making you blush, but he never wants to actually make you uncomfortable, so he stays within his limits

he takes you out on multiple dates, usually in secluded places

originally, he did this so you’d feel better, but he ends up liking it more himself, it’s quality time with you AND he’s the sole receiver of all your attention

this isn’t always the case though

sometimes you insist on going dancing because you know all the jets are

and riff loves it too, but he won’t go without you

so you try and bear with it as much as you can

you’re too shy to dance in the hall with all the people milling about you though, so you encourage riff to dance with grazie and the other girls

and even if he does, he always manages to find his way back to you

will probably drag you out of the hall to dance in the parking lot

the music is muted, he sings along to it as he sways you around before pulling you into a kiss

you melt against him, knees unsteady, thankful for the arm he secures around your waist to keep you standing

riff’s also great at extracting you from social situations you don’t want to be in

all you have to do is tug on his sleeve once, and he’ll offer the people around you a pleasant smile and believable excuse before whisking you away

he’s usually the one to initiate physical touch, but on the rare occasions that you do?? fucking dead

just imagine, dragging him down by the collar of his shirt to kiss you?? out of absolutely nowhere?

he always makes the most surprised gasp, too

it fuels your ego, gives you the very necessary confidence boost that you need

riff kind of tends to keep the jets away from you, they’re a really loud and often rude gang

he knows you don’t need to be a part of a crowd like that, so the only jets you properly know are riff and tony

all in all, he’s a great boyfriend, and he finds your shyness endearing instead of annoying

it’s just one of the many things he’s loves about you :)

[cu7ie]

gym bros.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ baji spots draken at the gym (+ he does the wrong kind of spotting).

baji x reader.

cw; sfw. reader's gender neutral but they get called a bitch (idk if that bothers people), baji being a perv (he stares). draken being voice of reason.

"Why's Mikey not coming again?"

"He thinks it smells like sweat, and he doesn't like carrying his gym equipment to and back." Draken thought this was a better alternative. Baji, who'd almost certainly try and pick a fight with the biggest guy there, would be a good candidate for spotter. Mikey likes dragging his feet sometimes, not seeing the point in 'strenuous physical labor' since he already knows how to fight. 

To Mikey, it's all about strength. 

Draken, on the other hand, can appreciate an immaculate physical form. A nicely toned abdomen, thick calves, strong thighs; a testament to discipline, the beauty of working out - hence their trip to the Gym. Baji can at least walk and complain, which works well enough for Draken who tunes him out with ease, navigating the Shibuya streets quickly and without pause. Baji hasn't offered an intelligent thought all morning. He agreed to this yesterday, but still complained when Draken showed up when he was supposed to; when he did his due diligence of waking him up, getting him outside, providing him pleasant quiet company. Baji nagged him the whole way, while he was putting on his clothes and scrambling around for his keys, stuffing his bottle and sweatrag into a backpack so fucking slowly; irritating the shit out of Draken, who put up with it because

at least he's moving.

"Ugh. It's still too early in the morning for this shit." Draken's music is low enough that he can hear the words 'too early', actually looking annoyed for the first time this morning as he turns around,

"It's 10:30. Sleep any longer, you'll get a headache." and resumes walking, hoping their arrival at the gym will put a pin in Baji's incessant yammering- 

First the sun is bothering him, then he remembers he forgot something; so he's irritated about that, and then he sees a pretty thing or two pass by; body banging enough to make his head swivel like a spin top, and right after that, he's quiet for a moment. Thinking for perhaps the first time since they've embarked on his venture,

 he comes up with this:

"There any hotties at the gym?" Draken tosses a look back, sharp and cutting.

"I wouldn't know, I go there to work out."

"But you've looked, haven't you?"

"No man. What the fuck is-" He sucks his teeth, doesn't let his energy go haywire. "Doesn't matter, we're here."

It's cold enough in the gym that Baji's nipples get a little hard. Surely it's to offset the work out heat, but,

"Goddamn." He doesn't try to warm himself and just shivers, his teeth clacking and he's getting the sense that Draken is really getting irritated, because he just goes,

walks so fast he's practically running, and Baji has to tail him or else he'll be lost, thoughtless enough to forget to read wall signs and a little up his own ass that he doesn't want to ask a staff member for help. Runs after Draken like a child who lost their mother in the grocery store.

It's fine, everything's fine. They put stuff up in their lockers and take their water bottles and leave to head towards the bench press racks. Baji remembers how to spot from when he used to be apart of the fitness club back in highschool. They slide on the weights until it's two hundred fifty total, Draken slides into place and gets to pumping that iron. Baji mostly plays attention, but his eyes meander as they tend to do, roaming idly for something to stimulate his dying brain cells -

Then he sees a nice ass working the elliptical machine.

Your favorite gym shorts are such because they make you look good and feel good; but you get your fair share of strangers ogling you, working the machines right next to you when almost every machine is available, that kind of weird ass energy. You come to the gym enough that you're a little used to it; though not everyone's like that. There's a regular that came here before you did - a lean muscle, broad guy, single braid down his back, dragon tattoo on his head.

You never caught his name but you always tell him he looks cool when you cross paths and neither of you are zoning out listening to music. 

You're working out a little too intensely to notice the glare creeping up and down your back, Baji's brain trying to work on overtime trying to assess this situation. He barely notices Draken finishes his set, flushed pink and wiping sweat off his forehead.

"Baji." Exasperated. "Fuck're you… fuck're you looking at?" Baji doesn't point but flicks his head in your direction, gesturing with his hands.

"The one on the push pull machine? You see em?"

"The elliptical."

"What the fuck ever. Do you see them?"

"...yes Baji." Draken pinches the bridge of his nose as he begins to regret some of the decisions he's made. He's being tight lipped on purpose and Baji knows it. He knows Draken lied to him earlier and he doesn't need to ask to prove it, but he does anyway.

"They come here all the time don't they? And you just didn't say 'nothin. Said nothing at all. You know how much time you cost me, and yourself? Coulda had me coming all week if I knew bitches like that came here."

Baji whistles shrill and low - Draken makes a face.

"I'm too tired for this shit right now. M'gonna work on legs." And with that, Draken gets up from the bench press, reracks the weight he had loaded on. Draken gets on the ellipticals too, opposite you and a ways off. You wave but you don't think he sees you.

Baji's still looking at your ass, forgetting himself for a long moment.

He only remembers this establishment has standards when one of the gym bros (not even a staff member, just some guy with biceps as big as Baji's head) tells him to stop staring. You can't see Baji doing it, but apparently people have noticed and it's starting to make them uncomfortable. 

On your side, everything is cool since you're listening to your music. You've worked up a sweat and an appetite, so you dismount, disinfect, (get your stuff from the lockers,) and dip. Baji doesn't mind leaving his stuff in the locker room to step outside and try to talk to you for a minute. He tries to flag you down like you're a cab - and against your better judgment you take out one headphone as you're standing at the crosswalk, polite but clearly impatient.

"Hey man, did you need something?" You have this grimace to your grin like Baji ought to shoot his shot quickly and dash, because you already know what he's gonna say and you're not impressed;

But he puffs his chest out all big anyway, walking over in long confident strides and fixing his mouth to say something else stupid. 

"You come ‘round here all the time? I just might have to come here more often if that's the case." You sigh.

"Please, don't. I just switched gyms." Baji's eyebrows quirk in confusion as you quickly turn your head, his eyes narrowing (but you can't see that because you're already crossing) as he attempts to catch up with you in a strange burst of boldness. You have a good pace about you, and he’s not trying to chase you half way down the block, so he shouts.

“Hey babes!” Your shoulders tense and you don’t turn around, quickly walking off. 

“The fuck is their problem? Hate people who don’t wanna listen..” Irony lost on him, he heads back towards Draken all mopey and whiney again and Draken’s nearly done with his set so they’re fixing to head home (without Baji having done anything, mind you), and Baji is quiet, quiet quiet; up until they’re getting their stuff from the locker room and he turns to Draken like,

“So,” Baji starts. Draken shakes his head, nipping his nonsense in the bud.

“No. I’m not having this conversation with you.”  Matter of fact, he doesn’t think he’s inviting Baji out ever again. 

“C’mon Drak, jus’ be my wingman for the one time!” 

“Don’t call me that. And no.”  Draken looks like he could crush Baji under foot, in spite of his sore muscles he doesn’t look any less threatening. “I’d do the same for you.” 

“But I’m not hopelessly incompetent. Unlike you. Please, never disrespect me like that again.”  Draken leaves the locker room in short order, and Baji follows because he feels like he ought to; stops pushing the subject, sighing to himself about how he never even got your number. Even if Draken doesn’t like it, even if he ends up having to pay for his own membership and start working out more regularly,

He will get you to sit on his face. That’s non negotiable.

[cupcakeslushie]

That has me so relieved lol. I feel like I’m the worst at fashion 😅. I spend so much time on Google and Pinterest, trying to find cute things to put our boys and April in that would match their personalities.

Leo likes jean material and anything with dark colors (obvi) and also really likes athleisure wear. Raph has pretty similar taste, but with brighter colors. Though it’s hard for him to find jean material that can stand up to his shell, so he also has a love for stretchy stuff that wont tear. Mikey and Donnie like oversized and cute styles! Really soft or fluffy stuff, but also Donnie will throw in some edgy rave outfits when he’s feeling fun. He’s also got the same three outfits for when he’s working and he’ll wear them until they’re covered in paint and oil and totally worn down. Mikey is probably the one that has the biggest and most versatile closet. He has a big problem with online, impulse shopping.

@kitty-kyte This ask has me so curious now about the undercity’s weather! Aw, and now that makes me think the Snow Day episode would go from them fighting, to them just having a good wholesome time showing Donnie how much fun snow could be. And maybe they do have a snowball fight, Leo and Mikey being way too competitive, and Raph and April and Donnie just enjoying some hot cocoa and building a snowman. OR OR OR Donnie, April and Leo make a Jupiter Jim snowman and Raph and Mikey and Cass make a Lou Jitsu snowman and they argue over which one is better and Donnie keeps switching sides because he can’t decide!

@blossomsofopossums

As for your first question! Leo witnessed some small fits during their first few encounters. He was as unnerved as he could be, but sadly chose to ignore the strange behavior in favor of letting Three struggle through them on his own 😔. Then the first time Raph, Mikey, Leo, and April run into Donnie, they can clearly see Three struggling with something they can’t. They’re really confused and don’t know what to do, but with Leo recently revealing to them that Three might be their long lost brother Donnie, Raph has already resolved himself that, Donnie would be coming home with them. Unfortunately he doesn’t really know how to handle Three in that first meeting, and so he’s a bit rough with him, making those first few days of Donnie getting used to being in the lair a manic mess. Later once they learn more, Raph and Mikey will try to talk Donnie through them and Leo will use contact. But they also kind of have to adapt their reactions depending on how bad each one is, and what they think Donnie needs to feel safe.

Question #2! Raph calls him Dad, Pop, or Old Man when he’s feeling cheeky. Mikey calls him Dad and Papa. Leo probably goes through the most names: Master Splinter, Splinter, Father, Dad. Donnie will call him Father or PApA~

Question #3 Donnie had thought he’d already been introduced to so much good food after a few weeks in the lair, but pizza was on a whole new level. Sweets might be his new weakness. But pizza is his favorite savory meal. And you just know that the boys took Donnie to Run of the Mill for his first pizza experience. They couldn’t wait to introduce him to Hueso.

Hueso on the other hand is starting to get slightly annoyed with all these traumatized boys that Raph keeps bringing in. Like he was perfectly happy adopting this huge, but well-mannered teenage turtle and his human friend. Then they come in with the small, infamous battle nexus champion and he’s a little hyper thing sometimes, but he’s pleasant enough, so okay. But THEN, they have some nerve to bring some poor, tired, stone-faced kid, who’s eyes hold much too old of a look in them. It tugs on Hueso’s heartstrings…that is it would, if he actually had them.

NOW what’s he supposed to do with this new one? He can’t just adopt them all can he?

Hueso in the kitchens, to his chefs as they cook the boys’ pizzas:

[deathbxnny]

Hello, sorry if my english are bada and it's my first time doing this. But can you do Jing yuan, Dan heng, gepard and blade (separately) with a fem!reader who always quite and usually doesn't talk to much but when she with her younger brother, she just being the most weird and chaotic person they ever met that sometimes has a weirdest humor like metalpipes discord memes, the 'me me sour cream', and somes jokes her brother tells her and she laughed with a loud voice for someone who like to stay quite all the time.

From Kiddessia Anon

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A/N: Hello! I find this idea quite cute and relatable, so thank you for the request!<33

Content: Kinda unserious, reader has a younger brother, fluff, established relationships, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Gepard Landau

He never minded your quiet self much, especially as he just assumed that that's the way you naturally were. He also didn't mind talking for you either, as he wanted you to feel comfortable. He might push you sometimes to maybe get out of your comfort zone, but he wouldn't ever force you to talk to anyone, if you don't want to.

He enjoyed meeting your little brother, even going as far as getting him something he thought he'd like, which made your him immideatly like Gepard to your delight. What the captain didn't expect however, was how much you changed whenever you spent time with your brother.

He found it to be a pleasant surprise though, as he was happy to see you be so talkative with someone for once. Whilst he didn't really understand your humour, he loved hearing you giggle and laugh so freely. It's safe to say that he's going to visit your little brother more often with you from now on.

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》Blade

He was pretty quiet himself and didn't enjoy talking more than it was necessary for him to, so he didn't mind your quietness either. In fact, he perhaps preferred it, as he enjoyed the small moment of comfortable silence and peace you could give him.

He however therefore wasn't too keen on meeting your brother at first, mainly because he was seemingly the complete opposite of you. He would only give him one or two word answers and it was obvious that your brother found it funny to annoy him.

With that said, he was absolutely flabbergasted, when you suddenly were just as loud and talkative as your little brother. He just stood there listening to your odd and weird attempts at humour, whilst you two laughed like crazy. He was baffled and didn't know how to react, but ultimately just sighed and accepted his fate. He couldn't ever find you annoying, not even like this. Especially not when your laugh and smile warmed his cold heart more than anything ever could.

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng was quiet himself and therefore didn't think much of your silence either. He liked the comfortable silence you created, as he calmly worked in his room. He didn't mind it and never commented on it. Besides, if needed be, he wouldn't mind talking for you, if it made you feel more comfortable. And that's all he ever cared for.

So, he didn't mind and was even flattered, when you took him to visit your little brother. He didn't mind his loudness or his odd humour. If anything, he actually asked him to explain him the jokes, even if they weren't funny afterwards. Your brother seemed to at least like him.

He was mildly surprised, when you were very talkative and loud with your brother. He somehow figured you would be, though he still doesn't understand your humour. It's alright however, as listening to your happy laugh and seeing your smile is enough for him to smile and chuckle softly himself.

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》Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan found your quietness kinda cute and would playfully tease you for it. He doesn't mind speaking for you to make you feel comfortable and appreciates the more quiet moments with you after stressful, tiring work days.

With that said, he found it amusing that your little brother was at first seemingly very different than you were. He didn't mind the weird humour and just chuckled at how enthusiastic your brother was. He entertained his talkative behaviour too, which was cute quite to see.

He was pleasantly surprised to see you behave the same however and would tease you for hiding such a cute personality from him. He loves watching you laugh and smile so brightly, especially because it makes him do the same, even if he doesn't get your weird humour at times. But that's alright, as long as you find it funny.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! Thank you again for the request!<33

[writingcold]

Hi.  Glad to see you back here for Chapter 2 of CD&FE.  

Pairing: Jake X Female Reader 

Summary: This is an AU that starts with the release of GVF’s first EP, Black Smoke Rising, and follows along life paths over the course of twenty plus years.  Part Two: We have a jump in time of seven years!

Content warnings: Language, smoking, drinking, sexual situations, oral (m & f rec), anal play, protected sexual encounter, and a twinge of angst.

Word Count: approx. 10.5K 

A bunch of forehead kisses going out to @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemaddness for all of your help with this!  Thank you, my friends!

CD&FE, Part 2: Jake POV

     We were back to work, not that there was much of a break in between tours.  It was enough.  We released the new album and headed out.  It was what we did.  After a smattering of shows, we took a few weeks off before starting up again.  It was a week until the next round of shows - starting in St. Paul.  We were on schedule to meet with the venue people via online chat to just make sure all the logistics were in place for our needs.  It was certainly something that the management team could have handled alone, but they always liked to have at least one of us in those meetings just to ensure we wouldn’t circle back and blame them if something was not right or did not meet expectations when we arrived at said venue.  We had a long line of these meetings over the course of the week and we decided to double up so as to survive the gauntlet together.

      It was the first stretch of the very long day, and I sat next to Josh as the suits gathered around the conference table with the screen a shade of reddish orange with a flashing string of pending dots that slowly pulsed.  I was already annoyed.  I dragged my sunglasses down from the top of my head and covered my eyes in hopes that I could at least hide my disconnect from everyone during this.  Josh, however, was babbling along with everyone in pleasant conversation to pass the time.  I was already checked out when the screen flipped over to a wide conference room located somewhere in the capital city of Minnesota.  

      I was barely listening.  Truth be told, my eyes were drifting closed with pictures of a quiet house for me to retreat to in several hours worth of time.  Josh would tap my elbow, as if he was checking to make sure I wasn’t fully asleep.  That had happened - probably too often.  At the forty minute mark, I stood and drifted out of the room with a signal of just needing a break.  The meeting was rolling on and that was fine.  I hunted down some coffee and some water before returning to the room.  

      “Our graphics team is being headed by Y/n/L/n.  Y/n?”

      My grin tugged a bit at a memory of a girl that had that first name from way back when things were still small.  A night of celebration.  She still skated through my thoughts in those long stretches of bus travel when others just did not seem to do.  I took a sip of coffee and listened a little more to this woman talk without actually looking at her face.  I doodled out little swirls and boxes and swords and … whatever the hell that fuzzy piece of ick with eyeballs was?  Finally, I allowed my eyes to turn to the screen to take in the split screen of four faces.  The one in the upper right hand corner made me freeze.

       Fucking.  Hell.  I nearly dropped my coffee cup in my lap.  Josh glanced at me with a raised eyebrow.  It was her.  I was pretty sure that my jaw hung open as I tried to pull myself together.  I shifted around in my chair only to have Josh lean towards me with a WTF look.

       “It’s fine,”  I whispered, eyes flicking to the screen once more.

       “The hell it is,” he whispered back, looking at me like I was half crocked.  “You look fucking spooked.”  

       I rolled my eyes and leaned forward on my elbows, palms pressed tightly together.  I resolved myself to look at her.  I could still see her pretty in her eyes, but she was way more polished, more professional than the last time our paths crossed.  I fought blurting out ‘Deep Purple!’  She was answering questions of the team without even a glance at the paper she was holding in her hands.  She knew her shit and worked in a manner that surprised me.  I took a long drink of my water and settled my brain into the present.  It was still a management meeting.  I was still required to be professional.  I diverted to Josh to answer anything, however.  My eyes kept straying to her corner of the screen for the twenty minutes that she resided there.

      Flashes of what had been that night echoed through my skin.  There was a thinly veiled put-togetherness that she had worn over a carefree smile that had captured my attention right away.  Ann Arbor…  Yeah.  In that little bar.  And she was gorgeous in that frilly shirt, and that high slit skirt.  I felt my eyes roll back into my skull as I tried to rein in my thoughts to save myself from getting hard right there.   

      Okay, get it the fuck together.  I scolded myself.  I tried to keep my focus on the work.  I tried to keep the pen in my hand just swishing back and forth, not looking like I was taking notes, but at least showing that I was aware of my surroundings.  

      “Thank you for giving us your time, gentlemen,”  Y/n replied, as she was wrapping up her part of the presentation.

      I looked into the screen to find that she was smiling warmly.  Josh stepped in with his typical pleasantries and I nodded as the screen shifted to the next crew.  I practically bounced out of the chair and ran towards the door.  I needed a smoke.  I needed out of that room and the suits and the everything that was being discussed to get our asses back on stage doing our show.  I shoved my way outside and had a cigarette between my lips as I’m fishing the lighter out of my pocket.  Josh is more than a few steps behind me as I pace down the long sidewalk.

       “What the hell was that, Jake?”  he asked as he caught up to me.

       “Y/n,”  I said as if that explained everything.

       He looked at me like I had sprouted wings out of my ears.  “The graphic team leader?”

       I grumbled and took a deep drag in an effort to evade him.  I exhaled loudly as he tried to stop me in my tread.  “Come on, Josh.  Let it be.”

      “I don’t know what you’re talking about here,”  he pressed, grabbing hold of my arm to get me to stop.  “How would you even know her?  We’ve never dealt with that team.”

      I rolled my eyes to the damn sky as I am flooded with an embarrassment that I cannot hide.  I kept smoking, ignoring him, keeping my eyes everywhere but on my twin.  I watched as he dragged his phone in front of his face and I took the opportunity to move ahead of him.  I could see my car in the lot and debated about a quick getaway.  

      “Nope,”  he grumbled, tugging on my shirt.  “They’re calling us back in.  Questions about gear and technicals.”

      I stomped my foot.  Like a damn toddler even.  Freedom was a mere fifty feet away but he was dragging me back towards the office door.  

     “What the hell, Jake.  Who is this girl?”  Josh fought to get behind me to start to push instead of yanking my arm out of the socket.

      “Ann Fucking Arbor,”  I ground out.  “It’s her.”

      He stopped as if trying to remember and still was coming up short.  I threw my hands up in frustration.  His eyes glazed over as if it hit him.

      “The one who took your ass cherry?”  he asked quietly, eyes squarely not on my face.  “Fuck.  No, Jake…  That one you talked about for months?”

       My eyes rolled up as embarrassment twisted in my gut.  “Not months…”

       “Just when we all thought you had finally moved past her, you’d get laid and she’d come back,”  he replied with an incredulous laugh.  “It was absolutely annoying.  I thought Sam and Danny were going to mutiny over it.  I think they even had a total murder board style plot to take you the fuck out.”

       I watched as he grew still.  The possibility of being in this woman’s space once more was sending me into a realm I did not know if I needed to be part of.  The likelihood of seeing her in person was tiny.  Miniscule.  But it was there.  And damned if I wasn’t curious.  Seriously.

      I finished out the meetings, but only barely was I actually present.  My thoughts were in a small, double queen hotel room in a college town not too far from home - well, what had been home.  Each thought flared with heat and an innocence that was wrapped in so much…

      My head fell back as I made it look like I was stretching, and not fucking melting down with sudden trepidation that threatened to upend…  Fuck.  Get the fuck out of my head - that’s what I needed to do.  Home.  Quiet.  Solitude.  Yeah.  It’s what I-

      “Bar night,”  Josh interrupted my thoughts as we were walking out the door.

      “Come on, Josh.  I just want to go home tonight,”  I whined, leaving me to wonder who the fuck this person was that was suddenly inhabiting my body.

      He looked at me like I had three heads, each one with wings in its ears.  “It’s on the calendar.  It’s been planned for weeks.  Tradition and all.  Even Danny made it home for this.  You gotta go.”

      I rolled my eyes.  “Fine.  Two drinks and I’m out the door.”

      “What are you, eighty?  And no - not two drinks.  We’ve got shit to throw at the socials,”  he pointed out with a jab of his finger into my chest.  

      “Fine,”  I practically growled as I pushed past him to get to my car.

      “You’ll be on time, Jacob!”  he called from behind me.

      “Yeah, just so you can show up two hours later, prick,”  I remarked as I opened my car door.

      If he said anything after that, I’m not really sure.  I just needed silence to get my fucking brain around whatever was to come.  Am I embarrassed to admit that I was actually fucking on time that night?  Maybe.  It was my way of trying to just get things over with sooner.  Josh did not make mention of my earlier panic, and for that I was grateful.  But it left me wondering if he actually remembered, or was keeping it to rub it in my face at a later day and time.

      St. Paul.  It was three days until the show.  Sam and I walked into the venue as we were on schedule to be the early contact for the suits.  The gear was not due to arrive for a few more days, but we were due for the grand tour and promotionals.  We were greeted at the curb and were instantly shown the big board outside before being whisked inside out of the searing heat that was already reverberating off the concrete like red hot pokers.

      I would be lying if I didn’t first look around to see if she was anywhere to be found.  That was not the case.  And I was thankful.  Sort of.  We first went into the main area space.  I took in a deep breath, looking forward to feeling my sound fill every inch of the air and each and every ear in the audience.  I was standing right where the end of the catwalk would be when I saw another group entering from the far end of the floor space.  She was unmistakable wrapped in one of those sundresses that tie around the waist with the skirt that floated around her ankles.  The top was probably a halter, but she wore a little pullover to put a little more polish to the outfit.  Her hair tumbled down her back, while it was pulled into a soft braid to keep it from her pretty face.  

       Sam kicked my foot.  Yeah, I was caught staring, but fuck she was…  I brought my gaze back around to my youngest sibling and his seemingly judgemental expression.  What the hell had Josh told him to warrant such a reaction?

      “No,”  he whispered as he started yanking the hem of my t-shirt.  

      I followed along, despite the look of recognition I caught from her as we pushed around where the gear would be organized behind and around the stage set.  By the time we looped back through the space, her group was standing in the middle of the main floor.  She had a tablet balanced on one arm and was focused on whatever she was doing.  I watched as her eyes flicked up to different people, I assumed asking questions before turning her eyes back to her moving hand.  We were led deep within the belly of the arena and got the lay of the green rooms, where our jam room would be, where family and friends could hang out while we worked.  We ran through the catering options before heading back out.  

       The main floor was empty when we returned.  As we crossed towards the entrance alcove, we were running through times for gear arrival, stage set up and finally soundcheck.  By the time we got back to the main doors, she was there with her group.  One of the suits was waving towards the display space while another was pointing in another direction.  Whatever was going on, she seemed calm, jotting down notes and answering questions.  

       I ignored my brother’s warning glare as we made to move past the group.  I felt her eyes on me as we began to maneuver around them.  I aimed to move behind her, pausing for the briefest of moments so as to lean in but not touch.

      “Deep Purple,”  I whispered so that she would be the only one to hear.

      I saw the corner of her mouth curl up as I kept walking.  Sam was already at the door waiting, his eyes full of being done with me already.  I followed him into the breezeway and he was talking about the saloon across the street when I heard her call out for me.  

      “Meet me across the street,”  he said, not bothering to turn to even look at me.

      “Hey,”  I said as she walked towards me.  “Looks like St. Paul has been very good for you.”

      “And you’re pretty far from the bars in Ann Arbor,”  she returned, a faint blush rising across her cheekbones.  “You look good, Jake.”

      “You look amazing, Y/n,”  I said with a grin.  

       Her gaze cast down, almost like she didn’t know what to expect.  “I didn’t think you would remember-”

       I looked over her shoulder, seeing that a few in her group were growing impatient.  “I know you’re busy now, but…”

       “I overheard - you’re going to the saloon?”  When I nodded, her smile grew huge.  “I just have to wrap up this meeting.  Shouldn’t be more than an hour.  Can I meet you over there - maybe catch up a bit?”

       “I’d like that,”  I responded, unable to hide my all too big smile.  “You won’t run off when I’m not looking, will you?”

        She blushed.  Her cheeks blushed the most beautiful color as a nervous laugh fell from those lips that looked absolutely inviting.  She left me without an answer and I was left to wonder.  I pushed my way outside with a grumble over the damn heat.  Seriously, how was the asphalt still solid in that kind of oven?  I was sweating my ass off from the four hundred or so steps from the main venue entrance.  The icy blast of the inside of the bar was more than welcomed against my pulsing skin.

       Sam sat at the far side of the bar, already in conversation with the bartender.  I sat down with a point at one of the local lagers on tap.  It was not lost on me that pictures of those acts and events from the center were splashed all over the place, including the next day’s show of Pearl Jam, and right after was Starcatcher.  I quickly looked away.  Sam was knee deep in talking about the pending show and I just kept my eyes on the door, willing it to be the fastest sixty minutes on the planet.  

      That did not happen.

       I watched as Sam left at the 75 minute mark.

      There were a bunch of people coming and going and I thought perhaps I missed her at the 90 minute mark.

       Fuck.  Nearly two hours later.

       I felt tired and cranky and dismissed at the two hour ten minute mark.  I was done.  I closed my tab and took my last swallow of my beer.  I stopped in the men’s room before heading out.  The hotel was just a few blocks away, closer to the capitol building - I could man it up and walk through the heat, but damn if I wasn’t wanting to wallow in the fact that she had skirted me once again.  With  my eyes on my phone looking for an uber as I walked down the stairs to the street, I ran into someone with a loud eeep.

        “Oh, shit - sorry,”  I started until I realized my hands were on her arms and it was her eyes that I was looking into.  

       “Jake,”  she said, sounding a little breathless.  “I’m so sorry.  They took way longer than I planned for and I didn’t have a number to let you know and wow, this is shitty of me and you’re leaving and I don’t blame-”

        I couldn’t look away from her.  The speed of her words meant nothing.  In fact, I’m not even sure I was really listening.  It was her.  She hadn’t meant to be late.  She was there.  I smiled as she rushed through her explanation, finding that she held onto my hand and moved closer, despite the heat around us.

       “I’m glad I caught you,”  she finally said, letting my hand go as if just realizing that she had me in a death grip.  “You’re probably out of time now, though.  I see you’re leaving.”

        “I don’t remember you talking this much,”  I managed with a chuckle.  And there it was again - the blush.  Wow.  “I was heading out, but no.  Nothing on my schedule until tomorrow.”

       “Oh.  Really?”  she asked, eyes twinkling.  Fucking twinkling!  “Um.  You know, I’ve not eaten since like this morning.  There’s all sorts of stuff up and down this street if you want to hang here, or…  Uh.  There’s a little pub a few blocks from here that has really good food.  I’m just parked in that lot there.”

       “That sounds good,”  I said, watching as she dug her keys out of her bag.  

       I followed at her side, feeling a jumble of excitement flood my system.  We moved into the parking garage that is on the one side of the saloon and she pointed to a little two door roadster that looked fun to drive.  Traffic was beginning to thicken and I admit, I was holding on tightly as she navigated with a hard gleam in her eye.  My heart was thudding wildly just to be in her presence.  There was something so… alluring about her.  She drove away from the busy downtown/Capitol area and before I was beginning to wonder just where she was taking me, we pulled into a little Irish pub.  The parking was a little full, but I trusted that she knew what she was getting us into.  

       I found it totally natural the way she reached for my hand to lead me inside, keeping me close.  My thoughts bent back to the pool hall and how she leaned into me that night, allowing me - a stranger - to be with her, hold her… Fuck, taste her.  She did not let go until we were seated in a booth.  I smiled as I glanced at the ale options, ordering a tall black and tan, to which she nodded and got one as well.

      “You guys kinda turned into a big deal,”  she sighed as she took off her little wrap to stick over her bag.  

      I laughed.  “Yeah, seems a long way away from that first EP, right?  Are you still with that firm that you moved out here for?”

      “No.  I got scooped up by a larger firm two years ago,”  she said as the server set down our glasses with a smile.  “They made me a project lead right away - that’s why I’m in the bigger venues now.”

      She pointed at a few things on the menu that made me smile.  We did not share a meal in our last adventure, so to see her choose actual food was nice.  Orders placed, we sat back and enjoyed the space.

      “Imagine my surprise that you popped up in one of the meetings with the suits,”  I replied before taking a sip of my beer.  

      The slow grin on her face made me lean forward.  “Yeah.  When I was given your ticket, I was a little concerned.  I was sure you didn’t remember me.  I mean - why would you?”

       “Why wouldn’t I, would be the better question, Y/n,”  I said, unable to hide the softness in my tone.  “Can I ask you something?”

       I swallowed as she nodded.  I wasn’t sure if I really wanted the answer.  I had thought that I had done something all these years to put her off.  Perhaps it was a bit too early to ask such a question in our evening, but it had been nagging me for a little too long.

      “Why didn’t you want breakfast with me?  Why’d you leave like that?”

      Her smile is warm and genuine.  “Truth?”

     “Truth.  Always.”

     There was the blush again.  It truly was a lovely sight on her features.  “I had never done anything like that before.  I had no clue how to just say - thank you for helping me celebrate and leave.  Sounds stupid now, but you…”

      She fell quiet.  I watched as she rubbed her finger across the rim of her glass before taking a sip.

       “You were pretty perfect that night,”  she said in a low tone, eyes shy.  “I thought I would never see you again.  I sure didn’t think I would feel this…”

       I can’t help the smile that hits my mouth.  “Good or bad?”

      “Good.  Damn good.”

      I drew in a breath with a nod.  Suddenly, relief poured into me at the notion that I’m not totally fucked out of my head from feeling this whatever the hell spark that was spurning me on.  

      “Did love conquer all with your friends?”  I asked, keeping the thread, but moving it away a little bit.

      She paused for a moment before letting out a little puff.  “Patty.”

      “Yeah - there was some kind of drama with that one girl,”  I pressed as my ear caught the clanks and clangs of a drum kit being set up.

      “Oh, they have live music on Thursdays and Fridays,”  she explained.  “It’s what keeps me coming back.”

       I twisted around and sure enough, there was a small stage tucked in the back belly of the pub.  I grin over the memories of doing that very same thing not too long ago.  “Nice.  But your friends…?”

       “Ah.  Patty and Sidney.  That was that night.”  She sat back as the server brought our food around.  “Well, love conquered for a grand total of eleven months.”

       “Ouch,”  I sighed as I looked over our steaming meals with no way to actually hide how hungry I was.  

       “Wow - this looks amazing,”  she beamed at the server.  She ordered another round of beers and flashed that grin that had me already melting.  

       “So, what happened to your group?  You still in contact?”  I asked as I watched her munch a french fry.  

       “Patty - yes.  I’ve actually known him since second grade - I’ll never be able to get rid of his ass,”  she laughed as she cut her sandwich in half.  “He’s here in the cities, teaching at Hamblin.”

       “Nice.  It was quite the group you were with that night, if I remember right,”  I replied before I took my first bite of my burger.  

       “The rest of the group, well…  Distance and time have not been kind to us, I suppose,”  she said with a tug of her lips to the side.  

       “It happens.”

       “Yeah.”

       I watched as she took her first bite - a real person bite - and her eyes rolled closed.  I grinned.  Yeah.  I had to appreciate her.  Just as in our hours together before, she did not sugar coat anything about herself.  Just the way I liked it.  We fell into comfortable conversation about families.  Mine was a bit easier since well, I traveled with two of mine constantly.  But we delved into childhood homes and parents and siblings.  She had me laughing over her school antics with her best friend.

       “Yeah, Pat and I were voted most likely to be married and divorced from each other the first year out of high school,”  she quipped with an honest laugh.  “He got pissed and told them all that we had already been married and divorced twice before our senior year.  He really took it personally that no one thought that we could just honestly be best friends.”

        I shrugged.  “That age, perhaps.  We didn’t really get into the whole school scene, I guess.  We were already playing bars and clubs every weekend.  Kind of made school weird.”

       “Lucky.”

       I shrugged as our server came by with boxes and the check.  The band was waffling in the background and I really did not want my time with her to be at an end.  We had been talking for nearly two hours without either of us realizing it.  I grabbed the bill before she could, and I laughed.  Call me old fashioned.  I don’t care. 

      “Jake?”  she asked as I started following her out to the parking lot.

      When she turned towards me, I could see it in her eyes.  She didn’t want the night to end either.  “You work tomorrow?”

      She hesitated, eyes going flat with thought.  “No.  I mean, I do, but no meetings, no office stuff.  I was going to have a remote day.  But I’m sure you’re busy.”

      “Not until the late afternoon,”  I responded.  I felt her hand slide into mine.  She was so close that I could feel the heat of her against me.

       “Um.  Do you want to go back to my place?”  she asked, the blush dancing once more across her face.  “It’s just about ten minutes from here.”

       “I’d like that.”

       I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching out and touching her cheek, as if I could trace the color as it danced across her pretty skin.  I took her wrap for her and she carried our leftover boxes.  The night had not really cooled - at all.  I might’ve let out an exasperated sigh as the wall of humid and searing air struck as we made our way to the car.  She explained that her place was new to her - just moved in a few months prior and to excuse the boxes as she wasn’t quite moved in yet.  We pulled up to a historic craftsman style home, complete with a porch with a damn swing on it.  Y/n had roots here.  She had a life here.  It made me realize I was just a vagabond with no real place that was ‘home’ for most of my year.

       Inside her home was nice.  Sure, there were a few boxes, but the space was hers.  There was nothing hidden, nothing she shied away from.  I instantly latched onto the album collection that was lovingly on display, and it was extensive.  She told me to find something as she made her way into the kitchen for something cold to drink.  I let my eyes wander.  She had alphabetized her albums by artist name, then by year of release.  I grinned.  I bet she’d go insane if she ever saw the state of our collection and how unorganized it was.  I saw the Deep Purple debut Gatefold that had started it all.  Y/n put on no act like other ladies.  She was an ‘as is’ kind of person, and totally honest about that fact.  It was what drew me in the first time, and what was holding me so tightly this time.  

      I saw a Blind Faith album I hadn’t heard in a long time and put it on just as I hear ice dropping into glasses.  I was rewarded with a ‘NICE’ from the kitchen and followed it to her side once more.  It was unmistakable.  The attraction I felt was very different.  It almost felt addictive.  A feeling that I could get used to all too quickly.  

     I dragged my eyes across her very soft, comfortable looking home.  The colors were warm and lush and pretty - just like her.  There were pictures scattered throughout of faces that look happy - just like her.  

     “Maker’s okay?”  she asks, holding up a glass.

     I nod and take her offer.  “It’s really a nice house.”

     It’s an opening for more conversation.  She leads me around, giving me the tour.  She points out pictures of her family and of course, many of those family pictures contain her friend Patrick.  We wound up on the back porch and shared a smoke.  My head is swimming with nothing but her and all I can think about is how I wanted to touch her once again.  

      “Fuck it’s hot out here,”  she complained as she stood up from her chair.  

      I laughed as I watched her move towards the door.  Back inside, the record long over, I feel a space between us.  It’s not uncomfortable.  I set our glasses on the kitchen island as she moved around looking for her bag.

      “Y/n?”  I ask finally when I see her set her stuff into the entrance closet, and carry her phone back towards me.

       She didn’t answer right away.  Instead, she took a moment to put away the record and turn off the player.  “Jake.  I’d like to make up for how I left things last time.”

       “There was nothing wrong with …”

       She started to walk away, the tie of her wrap sundress coming undone as she moved.  My eyes fucking popped.  I had to follow just to see if I had seen that right.  I caught sight of her, her dress completely open as she beckoned me towards what I assumed was her bedroom.  I did not hide my surprise as I caught up, falling against her and into her warm kiss.  Every cell in my body awakened at her touch.  I tried not to be greedy about it, but fuck if I wasn’t a man in dire need of the woman that was before me.  Our touch together did not change from the absolute frenzy that I had first felt trying to get to that motel room seven years prior.  

      Her dress met the floor with a swish and my hands met her ass with a hard grip.  I melted at the sound of her soft whimper, but then was met with her overpowering kiss that nearly knocked me to the ground as she climbed up to wrap her legs around my hardening dick.  It was almost wicked how she grinned, looking like she was going to fucking turn me to cinders.  I didn’t care what the hell she did.  I just knew that I was going to be a happy man because of it.

      I landed her on the bed, forcing myself to stay between her legs so as to keep that pussy spread.  The pale lace of her panties shot a feeling through me that made everything shake.  

      “Those guitar fingers still as talented as they were back then?”  she cooed, hooking a thumb beneath my belt to give it a yank to unlatch it.

       I leaned back as I tugged those pretty panties down across her gorgeous legs and tossed them to land with her dress.  One ankle followed by the other, I moved to prop against the edge of the bed, keeping her spread wide.  She unzipped my fly and slid her hands down my hips to reveal the raging hard on that I’m pretty sure I’ve been walking around with for hours already.  

      “I’ve dreamt of this beast,”  she whispered as she disrobed me.

      I let out a breath as my fingers found her heat and slick and just her.  I lick at her taste before plunging them back down in a flurry of feather light and wicked hard pinches that make her whine and…  Fuck.  There it was.  The squeak.  She had this sound that sounded like a squeak and damn if I didn’t love that noise.  So much so that I pushed two fingers into her while my thumb continued to play at her pussy lips and clit in search of it again.  She wrapped her hand around my shaft, just holding it against her palm with her fingers completing the circle of radiant heat.  I watched as she placed a gentle kiss to the tip before sliding her tongue out just to send me into a frenzy of desire.  Those eyes rolled up on me as she extended her jaw in the most sultry manner.  I think I squeaked as she swallowed me down.  I thought for sure she was not going to get it all, but then to see her nose against my belly and could feel her constricting my whole self…  

       “Oh motherfucker,”  I blurted out as she licked my balls while I was fully down her throat.

       I nearly shot my load right then and there.  I had not realized that I had her skewered on my fingers, pressing so deep that I could have begun to fist her.  She growled as she began to retreat back up my shaft only to do it fucking again.  I tried to figure out how she could do such black magic, but the moment she extended her tongue out, all conscious thought fizzled out and pure, unadulterated pleasure scoured every brain cell I had.  

        She hummed as she slid her face away from me, those eyes glistened with pleasure.  “You liked that, huh?  Seems I remember you liked how I touched you. Didn’t you, Jake?”

       Jake has fucking checkout out of the damn building, Y/n.  There was nothing left of me but this primordial need to rail this woman until we both were screaming.  All I could do was shove my fingers into as deep as I could go and bend to capture her mouth in a searing kiss that sent shockwaves into her core.  I could feel every inch of her begging for me.  I pushed her down flat before yanking those damn ankles up onto my shoulders.

       “I am not going to fucking last,”  I grumbled, staring down into her pussy like the fine art that it was.  A single thought struck..  Fuck.  “Condom.  Goddamn it.  I don’t-”

       I felt the moment begin to slip away as her gaze met mine.  She pushed off of me and crawled that fine, fine ass up to the nightstand.  Am I ashamed that I was more focused on how her pussy was dripping for me?  Fuck no.  She returned on all fours, a condom wrapper in between her teeth.  I let out a long breath as I moved to reach for it, but she kept it away.  Slowly, she opened it and rolled it down over me while she was on her fucking knees like she was begging for it. 

       I trailed the pad of my thumb across her jaw.  My whole body, if it wasn’t on fire already, certainly had accelerants added in that moment.  I had become a bonfire for this woman.  I watched as she returned to the position that she was in, with the added bonus of her hands beneath her bottom to pull herself wider for me.

      “Jesus fuck,”  I whispered as she laughed.

      “Pick a hole,”  she ordered, her mouth already a little puffy from her exertion.  “But fuck it full.”

      My jaw dropped.  She was going to kill me and I was going to welcome it.  I was pretty sure I had not a single rational thought as I pushed myself deep into her pussy.  Her heat scorched and lapped and suffocated every inch in a death hug that made me want to…  

      I am unsure if it was simple poetry, or the fact that at that moment, I couldn’t remember being inside any other woman - but this one, this Y/n fit me like no other.  I realized as I began to slowly grind in and out, snapping my hips just right to fit all the way in, I craved this from each and every woman that I had ever had sex with.  This need to crawl all the way into her, feel every bit of her in every fucking way possible.  I slowed all the way down to barely move, making sure I brushed all of me against her and was rewarded with a shouted string of garbled babble.  Yeah.  I just did that to that woman and I did it over and over until she sprayed all down my cock and over my thighs.

        I raised an eyebrow down at her as she grabbed my hands that held her hips so tightly.  “New spin on that trick, eh?”  I teased, immediately seeing if I could make her do that all over again.

       I watched as her spine bowed, allowing her beautiful tits to shimmy and fall around as her mouth dropped open.  Her tongue brushed out, as if she was seeking for something.  I smiled wickedly as her eyes strained to meet mine.

       “Put those fingers in your mouth, baby,”  I demanded, striking my hips hard against her.

       She immediately swallowed them down with a slutty hum.  I let out a near howl as I barely hung on, moving between grinding at a snail crawl to a few slams to keep us chasing a high that we both obviously were desperate to obtain.  With her fingers jammed in her mouth, she snaked the other hand down to play with her clit.  She sucked in a hard breath before letting out the most beautiful moan as her whole pussy clamped down so harshly that I couldn’t move in or out.  Instead, I ground around, making sure she came as hard as possible.  The moment I could move, I slammed into her over and over.  It was like a damn train that could not be stopped as my body moved out of control.  

      “Jake,”  she whispered, her body already tightening once more.

      I looked down at her.  She sucked one finger into between her lips before trailing just the tip down her chest to circle her nipple.  That was it.  Holy fuck.  I hit the wall going a hundred miles an hour and plowed right through it.  My head fell back as I came  in a spasmic rhythm.  

       I held her against me for a full minute, just praying that I didn’t break through the damn condom.  I listened to her jagged breathing, until I heard her hum as I slowly fell from our connection.  

      “Damn,”  she sighed as she threw an arm over her eyes.

      “Bathroom?”  I asked, cupping my soft dick before the condom could fall away.

      She sat up, face all full of bliss that I could not help but to feel cocky about.  I followed her into the ensuite bath and took the offered washcloth as she started running water in the sink.  She was quiet as she cleaned herself and kept her eyes downcast as I cleaned up.  Just as I deposited the condom in the trash, she pushed me up against the bathroom wall, her lips crashed into mine in a hungry rush of teeth and tongue.  It may have felt like my skin was melting away under her care, but honestly, I think at that moment, I could give a flying rat’s behind about it.  I landed on her bed while she walked out to fetch us drinks and put another record on.  This time Jim Croce floated down the hall behind her.  

      I sprawled across the bed, not caring about anything other than feeling the lingering euphoria of the moment.  She returned with two fresh whiskeys and two glasses of water.  I watched how her body moved as she reached for a little silky robe that she didn’t bother to tie, allowing me to watch her breasts jiggle around in …  fuck her breasts were pretty.  She laughed as she crawled up on the bed, sitting up against the headboard.  I came to rest across her one thigh while her other leg folded across me as if locking me in place.  

       “Better than before?”  she asked before she took a sip of her water.

       I rubbed at my bottom lip, unable to hide my grin.  “I’d be lying if that didn’t knock my senses loose.”

      The laugh she graced me with filled me in a way that made my heart skip.  We fell into conversation, our hands just roaming across each other as we really took the time to talk.  She asked about being on tour.  I answered honestly - most of the time it was just waiting and being lonely and waiting some more.  I asked her about her work and friends.  She told me about struggling when she first got to St. Paul.  She was working her way back to a work/life balance, but work still took a winning side most of the time.  I was brushing my fingers across her exposed hip when she took in a breath that captured my attention.

      “Relationships are hard for you, I’m sure,”  she started, her fingers drawing figure eights across my shoulder.  “Anyone special around for you?”

      “Not right now,”  I answered after a moment.  “There was one, but she kinda got tired of my schedule.  How about you?  Anyone?”

      She shrugged.  “I mean, I date.  I thought there were a few I could get close to, but the interest just wasn’t there, or they’d get pissed about Patrick.  That friend thing still gets in the way.”

       I laugh and nod.  I traced the crease of where her thigh met her torso back and forth.  “I’d be lying if I didn’t feel something right now.”

      I looked up at her as her fingers stilled against my skin.  I watched as she took another drink of her water.  The corners of her mouth pinched tightly.

      “Jake.”

       Her voice caught in her throat and crackled.  I turned my attention back to the soft stripe of curls, passing my finger through the downy patch with a smile.  Her fingers twisted a bit of my hair to capture my attention.

       “Being honest?”  she asked.

       “Being honest,”  I repeated, meeting her gaze.  “Also being honest, I’m glad these are still here.”

       It was a musical laugh that fell out of her mouth, this laugh that seemed to have tightened around my mind.  “Some shockingly handsome guitarist said he liked them, so I kept them.”

       I bent and kissed down onto her pubic bone, allowing the curls to rub along my nose.  Her hand resumed drawing against my arm as I reached for my whiskey.  

       “Continuing to be honest?”  she asked, brushing a lock of hair over my shoulder.  I nodded and made sure to look into her face to show I was listening.  “I kind of hoped our paths would cross again.”

       “Yeah?”

       She nodded, leaning forward and planting a kiss to my lips that lingered.  “Yeah,”  she whispered as she leaned back.

      I passed my tongue across my bottom lip as she retreated.  I took a sip, the ice clanked softly against the glass.  I looked across her body, feasting upon the skin before me until I returned to the soft stripe of curls once more.  I shifted closer to her center and I’m sure I was beaming a wicked gleam.

      “Jake…”  she sighed, a sleepy little grin spread across her lips.  “What are you thinking?”

      I planted a kiss to the top of her thigh with a gentle hum.  “I’m thirsty, and you look hot.”

      I pushed at her opposite thigh to push her open a bit more.  Her fingertips brushed against my hair as I planted another kiss to the silken little curls.  I was rewarded with a heavy sigh and stifled moan.  I pressed the cold glass to her slit and she jumped with a giggle.  I shushed her and did it again, liking how her skin reacted.  I dipped a finger into the whiskey and let it fall onto her, but immediately licked it in between my lips. 

     “Fuck,”  I whispered as I did it again.  “If they bottled this, I’d never leave the damn house.”

     She laughed loudly as I fished an ice cube out.  I put it between my teeth and nuzzled in, letting my tongue capture the drippings.  

     “Oh my god, Jake,”  she groaned, pushing both sets of fingers into my hair as she pushed herself down from the headboard to be flat on the mattress.  

      I readjusted, setting the glass on the nightstand to continue exploring her folds.  “Think you can squirt into my mouth, Y/n?”

      The little huff she let out matched the rising heat of her skin.  I roughly pushed up her thigh to fully open her to me and my whims, exposing her little pink entrance at the back.  I blew across her thigh as I lowered my mouth to her, sticking my tongue into her cunt with a wicked press and jiggle.  I swiped my index finger down from her pubic bone down to her ass a few times, collecting the slick that was already weeping from her.

      “Fuck any hole, huh?”  I asked before I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue.

      She lifted her head to look down at me.  “Fuck any hole.”

      That was all I needed.  I flattened my tongue and gave a slow swipe from her asshole to her clit and back again.  I swirled that velvet as I slid my hand beneath her hips to give her a little raise up to better feed on her.  I spit into her lower entrance before giving it a circle with my middle finger.  I leaned in close, taking her hard clit into my mouth as I pressed into her with a slow, firm pace.

      “Can you squirt like this?”  I asked before I started to lap at her.

      “Keep doing that and we’ll see,”  she returned, her voice completely breathless.  

      I cooed against her as I swallowed against her clit again, making sure I was extra sloppy.  I slid two fingers into her pussy while still working her ass and clit.  If she wanted to be fucked, I’d give her fucke’ in the best of ways.  I could feel the tension in her legs as she began to jitter and quake.  She was clenching my hair so tight like she was riding a wild horse and damn if it didn’t hurt like a son of a bitch.  But it was the hottest thing I had ever been witness to as she first started to dribble around my working fingers, then spray.  I opened as wide as I could, replacing the fingers with my tongue, dancing for fucking joy as she shot her load down my throat with a scream of pure ecstasy.  

      “God that was sexy,”  I said, ignoring that my words were choppy with rasp.

      I gave a few more long licks, and laughed over how she jumped.  I gave her a slow kiss before ducking into the bathroom to wash up.  I returned to her on the bed, hand tucked between her thighs and another condom between her fingers.

      “He looks hungry again,”  she replied, eyes squarely on my hardening dick.

      “Famished,”  I said, as I reached for the offered condom.

      She moved quickly to yank my body to hers and swallowed me with a deep kiss that I swear, I could feel her tongue reach the back of my mouth.  I set the little shiny packet to the side, looking at her fucked out face as she withdraws just a bit.  I have another idea, but have no clue if she’d be up for it.  

      “This robe would look nice tied up around your wrists,”  I whispered as I kissed down her jaw.  

       “And how about hung on a hook?”  she said, her voice sing-song as sweet as a lullabye.  

       My jaw might have dropped open just a bit as I watched her shrug off the silk then twist her hands around a bit to secure them.  I grinned as she turned a bit and wiggled a piece of the wrought iron of the headboard out to present a sort of hook.  She brought her hands up to catch the delicate fabric on the metal and leaned back against the headboard with her legs spread wide just for me.

      “I’ll be fucked,”  I whispered, unable to hide my delight.

      “You’re gonna be,”  she said with a grin.  “You’re too far away, Jakey…”

      I raised an eyebrow.  “A bit demanding seeing that you’re the one who is bound.”

      “If you don’t get going, you’re going to be the one on this hook,”  she replied, her eyes glistening with a dark that hit me right in the cock.

      “Wouldn’t that be a fun concept,”  I sigh as I lean in, capturing her chin in between my fingers.  “You’re okay?”

       She nodded as I moved up against her, dragging my lips against hers.  Goddamn this woman was sent me into a frenzy that I was so addicted to that I was sure I would not recover from - not that I wanted to ever be rid of her.  Her eyes were languid as I rolled the condom down over me after a few strokes of my fist.  I helped her to rise up to a squat so I could slide myself beneath her on my knees.  She sheathed herself with me, grinding down on my hips to make us both gasp out over the sensation.  

        I helped by holding onto her hips, but she really did own the show - no hands needed.  Her tits were slamming around my face and I ate them up as she worked me up and down through her quivering heat.  The sound of her echoed in my ears as I fucked up into her as she moved down hard in a perfect dance of fucking.

        But it was not enough.  

       As fucking amazing as it was, it was not enough.

      I pulled her to a stop and kissed her hard as I pulled my cock from her causing us both to whimper from the loss.  I moved back only to turn her so that her belly was to the headboard.  With a second thought, I put a pillow in between the wrought iron and her tender flesh.  Making sure she was comfortable, I tugged at her hips, forcing her knees wide.  Her core wept down her thighs with anticipation for my return.

      I slid in at a speed that might have relayed that I was desperate for her.  I’m not ashamed that I really was desperate.  She was already tightening around me as I slid my fingers up through her hair to tug her head to the side to reveal the expanse of her neck.  I sank my teeth into the crook of her shoulder.  The hiss that escaped her sent shockwaves through me.  She was completely at my mercy at that moment.  It was intoxicating.  

       Once more, I fell away, crawling backwards on the bed so that I could lean forward on my elbows to lap and lick at her flooded thighs and pussy.  She didn’t just squeak.  She fucking screamed as I circled her engorged clit.  Roughly, I grabbed both her tits in my hands upon my return, pummeling that sweet little pussy with all the love I had for her.  Y/n was nearly chirping through another orgasm as I felt it - a sudden blinding ray of purity that flooded my entire body.  That was it.  She had me and swallowed my own orgasm with a greedy pussy that still begged for more.  I jolted over and over within her, suddenly longing for her hands to be on me.  All I could do was to reach up and clasp my hands to hers.  My forehead fell to the base of her neck as I struggled to recapture myself.  

        “Jake,”  she whispered.  “My hands, Jake…”

       I grimaced as I unhook the silk robe, skating tiny kisses up her arms to ease the ache I was sure she was feeling.  I let her unbind herself.

      “Stay here,”  I said as I slid off the bed.  “I’ll be right back.”

      Once to the bathroom, I’m quick to clean myself up and take care of the condom.  I saw the big tub in the reflection of the mirror and an idea struck.  I started the tap, finding a lightly scented bubble bath to drizzle in once the water was warm enough.  I retrieved a washcloth and returned to her, as she waited patiently for me.  Gently, I ran the cloth up each leg and across her core.  I took her hand and led her back to her waiting bath.

      “Really?”  she asked with a light laugh.

      “Yup.  And if you’re not careful, I may just have to read from that book that you have stashed over there on your tub cart,”  I threatened as she settled down.  The look in her eye catches me off guard, but just to prove a point, I grab the book and step into the water myself.  

       The tub is wide enough to have her feet rest up on my hip.  She’s lovely there amongst the thin steam and light bubbles.  I liked watching as the ends of her hair swirled around in the water, ghosting across the tops of her breasts.  I can’t help but to feel smug over the fucked out daze she seemed to have in her eyes as she took it all in.  I wondered if she may have felt the same, but then again, I knew I would soon reward her once again for the evening.

      “You’re pretty, you know that?”  she whispered, swishing her fingers through the surface of the water.

      I grinned, knowing that my cheeks were flushing over her compliment.  “And you’re beautiful, but I don’t think I need to tell you that.”

      Her brows perked over my sentiment.  “I wonder if it’ll be another seven years before I see you again,”  she said, her voice soft as she stretched her neck from side to side.

     “And if I said I hope that is not the case?”  I asked, eyes firmly on her mouth as her lips stretched into a smile.  “What are you doing Sunday?”

     She laughed, but remained silent.

     “I’d like it if you were at the show.”

     “You would?”

     I nod.  “It’s a bit bigger than the last show you saw.”

     “How do you know I haven’t been to a show since Ann Arbor?”  she asked, leaning forwards with her fingers on my legs.

      “I’d have known you were there.  It’s like your body calls for me.”

      She laughed and leaned back.

      “Don’t believe me?”

      When she shook her head, I stood up, stepping out of the tub and drying my hands before grabbing hold of the book to her protests and giggles.

      “Ooooh, erotic poetry even,”  I teased as I sat back down.  

      “Jake, come on…”

      “And who do you read these to?  Yourself?  Lovers to spurn them on?”  I continued with a raised eyebrow, paging through the soft blue colored pages.  “How about I piece together something here.  Make it my own?”

       She folded her arms across her chest as if in challenge.  I hummed playfully under her gaze.

      “Oh, this is a good line…

      Fingertips etch your lust into my flesh…      

      She licked at her lips as I let my voice drop and get all smooth.  I turned a few pages ahead to land on my next line.

      I am addicted to your touch, your taste, you…

     Yeah.  She liked that one, in-fucking-deed.  A few more pages and I landed on:

     There is no sin attached to the manner in which you love me

     Heaven and paradise pale when I laze between your thighs…

    Her fingers began to dig into my flesh as I flipped a few more pages around, my eyes skating between her and the written words.

     Your gaze consumes my flesh;     You have feasted upon my soul;

     And yet, you leave me wanting to surrender to you all the more…

     I made a slow lick of my finger before I turned another page, making sure she watched how I curled my tongue around the digit.

      I want and I want and I want…     We will satisfy the flesh to pacify the mind…     

     We will melt into the other…

     I closed my eyes, feeling the last words, hoping that she would know they were my own.

     Claim me your safe harbor, and I will ever be faithful.

      I kept my breath slow, calm.  Her silence touched me in places that rattled my cage.  I did not want to open my visage to discover that she knew she had me by the balls.  I had been with her for a grand total of maybe eight hours?  Everything in my skin knew this woman owned my ass in each and every way.

     “That’s not in that book,”  she whispered finally.

     “No.  It’s not.”

     “What are you asking of me, Jake?”

     Everything.  I want fucking everything.  The words screamed at me, even though I knew it was impossible.

      “Come here and find out,”  I decided to say, playfully.

      My eyes drift open to find that she had not moved, but her face - her eyes told me that she understood.  Fully.  I swallowed, unable to look away from those eyes that were etched into my memory in the most intimate of moments.  As if reading my body, she finally gave way, climbing over my legs and I pushed myself away from the edge so that she would have room for her knees behind me.  God, I was so hard for her without her even touching me that way.  The innocence of her mouth touched mine and I slid into her once more.  

       “I feel it, too,”  she whispered into my ear.

       She ground her hips into mine.  Her warmth was enough to drive me insane.  Her beauty etched itself into my song.  Moved.  I was simply moved by this creature.  I captured her mouth in a kiss that felt like we were waltzing - perfectly in sync.  I could not get enough of her taste as her body sucked mine in to claim me.

      “I can’t cut ties here,”  she breathed.  “Everything of me is here.”

      “I can’t leave the road,”  I sighed.  “Everything of me is out there.”

      That was the rub, wasn’t it.

      “I’m not ready for what will be needed of me, Jake,”  she admitted before her jaw dropped to let out a gasp.  

      I shifted my hips beneath her to provide a bit more traction.  “I would need to give you everything…  I would need you to -”

       She came hard around me.  Her breathless sounds struck my chest in the most endearing of manners.  I lapped and kissed at whatever skin I could reach.

       “I would give you all of me, Jake,”  she hissed, coming back quickly as she continued to move with small thrusts.  “How the hell do we do this?”

      She came to a stop and I held as still as possible.  We just stared into each other's eyes for a long moment.  She pressed her fingers to my face and I won’t lie - I leaned all the way into that touch.

      “Can we not let this much time pass between now and the next time our paths cross?”  I asked, surprised by how calm I suddenly felt.

      “I’d like that,”  she admitted with a little swirl of her hips that sent me around the damn bend.

      “Maybe revisit this,”  I sighed, “when we’re ready…”

      She nodded before kissing me deeply.

      “I’m not wearing a condom, Y/n.”

      I felt her squeeze me before she slid off my cock.  “Stand up.”

      I grinned as I followed her direction.  Without fanfare, I was down her throat.  She took my hands to place on her head as if willing me to fuck her face at will.  Her hands skated up the back of my thighs and I knew - I knew without hoping it.  Her fingers deftly spread my cheeks and ghosted across my entrance.  My head fell back over the sensation.  She might not have been the only visitor to that area, but my body responded instantly to the memory of my first.  She hummed all the way down my length as she tested just the fingertip.  I smirked down at her when she discovered she could press in not with one but two digits and not have me cum in under two seconds.  The gleam that crossed between us shimmered in her eyes as she continued her pumping into me as I pushed deeper into her throat. 

       Fuck me.  It was beyond me what was transpiring between me and Y/n, but I knew it was a spark that needed to be held close and cherished.  It was a promise of a distant time that held comfort.  A time that would hold companionship and understanding.  If that wasn’t fucking love, I don’t know what it was.  But I craved it.  I craved what could be.  I sure as shit did not want to rush to it, but to know it was there - would be there in the future meant the world.

     Fingers deep in me, she did the little tongue on the balls trick again and I could not help but cum.  She took me.  She took all of me.  And then she held my legs to make sure I didn’t fall on my ass.  What a woman.

Hope you liked our smutty little escapade.  See you next Wednesday! - OH and before I leave you, next posting will be three different parts.  I’ll be posting it across three weeks as the entirety of the chapter is well over 17K.  It really got away from me, but to keep it in more bite size chunks, I’ve decided to spread it out.  

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[yourlocallyneysimp]

Genshin Impact x Yuzuha!Reader

Characters: Kazuha, Scaramouche, Childe, Alhaitham, Itto, Lyney, Aether

Others: Older brother= Taiju Younger brother= Hakkai

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been preparing for my finals. <3

Kazuha-

He admires your fighting skills. Even though you don't fight as much as your brother he still thinks you're quite strong.

He did find things to be a little concerning when he noticed a few bruises or you would suddenly panic when you would forget to tell your older brother something. This would only make the alarms in his head go off even more after he sees your older brother for the first time. This would make him more clingy not wanting you to leave and him wanting you to sleep over at his house more often.

Kazuha will promise you that he would get you out of your abusive household and protect you.

Scaramouche-

He first took notice of you when he saw a bunch of delinquents trying to pick a fight with you and your younger brother, Hakkai. Even though you were quite short, you still somehow mangaed to kick them in the face. It surprised him a lot and eventually he went up to you with a fake persona introducing himself, but you knew that he was only acting. You do it all the time after all.

After you two would start dating, he would get annoyed that you would have to go home early and find it annoying that you would try to cancel a date on him last minute. It's not like you wanted to, you just couldn't.. He would eventually be concerned when he starts seeing cuts and bruises on your face.

After he met your brother, he would try to devise some plans to get rid of him immediately, but you both know that taking down your older brother wouldn't be so easy.

Childe-

He probably met you through some connections he had with the gang Hakkai is in. As soon as Hakkai would introduce you to him, he literally won't leave your side. Ever.

Thats why he noticed the way your face would immediately change when your older brother Taiju gets mentiond. When he finds out you're being abused, he finds it evil and heartless that someone would treat their siblings that way. He would never hurt his younger siblings!

But don't worry Y/n! Childe isn't a harbinger for no reason, he would take care of him. Somehow....

Alhaitham-

Alhaitham isn't stupid and will pick up the obvious signs right away. He won't tell you, but he would know that you are being abused by someone and would try to convince you to stay longer during dates to keep your mind off things.

He promises himself that things won't stay the way they are at your household.

Itto-

Itto most likely tried to pick a fight with your brother, but probably got his ass whooped immediately. He underestimated your brother because his and Taiju's heights were pretty close so he thought the fight would be equal.

It would take him a while to realize that Taiju is abusive towards you and your younger brother, so when he finds out, hes furious. He wants to pick a fight right away, but you convince him not too.

He would assy put for now, but that makes him even more determined to beat your brothers ass one day.

Lyney-

Lyney would actually save you from your abusive household and would give you a home to stay in, but not without some requirements of course! He would make you work at his circus and preform alongside him.

If you don't like it then too bad, anything is better than getting beat up by a family member, so you just deal with it. He also finds your stubborn personality to be quite amusing, but irritating at certain situations.

He loves you, but he just wishes that you would listen to him sometimes...

Aether-

With Paimon's help, Aether would notice the small details about how you would silently panic whenever you would get a call or would be to conscious to stay out too late. He thought it was odd, but his concern for you only increased after he met your older brother.

The first meeting wasnt pleasant since he literally got jumped by him and punched. He didn't do anything to upset him, well at least he don't think he did, but that was just how your brother was. If he needs a new punching bag, he will find one. Aether just happened to be one of his next victims.

Those punches hurted like hell and he couldn't even imagine you having to go through that everyday. So gathering enough courage, Aether and Paimon made a promise to each other that they WILL save you.

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Another A/N: I just watched season 2, ep 6 of Tokyo Revengers and all I can say is WTF- It became so brutal..😰

[reflectionlike]

I think Jin is the ultimate proof that marketing or narratives matter so much to people that they will disregard things they see with their own two eyes just to nod along to prevailing sentiment

Taehyung is the member i dislike the most in BTS so this isnt an emotional bias and yes he's had some hairline work done compared to Jin who I think has almost no surgical procedures done but I still think objectively he's ten times more attractive than Jin. However armys (outside Tae biased) will swear to you that Jin is the ultimate visual. Same thing with Hobi and Jimin regarding dance.

It's not that Jin isn't handsome or Hobi isn't a good dancer but people need to be fr. Hobis dances never go viral like Jimin's. Same for Jins visuals compared to Taehyung. First time BTS fans who haven't been mind rotted yet would all say that. Similar to what you said, I find Jins visuals so cold and lacking any kind of - well to be crude - sex appeal or it factor. He's a bit ken doll-ish. Which is fine! It's not a failing in any way. It's just annoying when people try to tell me that Jin is somehow the greatest visual when in practice I only see people mostly thirsting over the maknae line or writing odes to Jimin and Tae's faces but yeah Jin and the other members told us he's the most handsome so it must be true. Just like they told us Hobi is the best dancer 🙄

Amis are too susceptible to hybes marketing and mediaplay. "JK is the most successful member". "BTS have a lot of power in hybe because they are shareholders". I wish people could be more honest and objective and look at actual evidence instead of following whatever they're told

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

But also, calling yourself Worldwide handsome and reinforcing an aesthetic superiority upon yourself, works. Branding works, promotion and narratives works, that how the world is.

J-hope IS a great dancer and performer, and Jin IS objectively very handsome, especially for Korean standards. But they are forgettable, they don’t cause abrupt sensations. I would describe their individual brand as pleasant. A skilled dancer and a comfortable package to look at, its safe and true. What I think both lack from our perspective, because they have fans and they sure see something that we don’t, is charisma. That “can’t stop looking at you” feeling, bordering on becoming obsession is what Jimin has that no one will ever be able to replicate.

Jungkook is perceived as hot, and he is exploiting it now more than ever. But he also is pretty engaging with fans, he knows how to keep audiences entertained doing just silly things ( I am talking about his lives and reactions to things). He is a walking meme and armys love that.

Taehyung, the idol, looks like a real life video game/anime character. His features are striking and make a lot of people spill poetry because is what he causes. He is a stirring person, he makes people talk…except for his music, which is very unfortunate.

Armys are not only susceptible to Hybes Marketing, they were fundamentally built to be that way and to never question what members say. Members words are sacred and that is very convenient because it gives the company and the group a certain sense of control of what they would like to be and what they sell. That’s not bad, is business. But what you can try but not always succeed with is having a 100% control of public perception, and that’s how Jimin comes and disrupts. His role and how he should be perceived, and this is micro level still because he is only building his solo fandom and soloist brand and that takes time and investment, but the thing is that he has the ability to draw attention, you can’t stop looking at him, he fucking shines, and I am not even talking as her fan, I was an army, I have seen how he is perceived by social media or the fandom and he is not someone that you can cast aside. He just has it, and it can’t be learned. You learn how to be charming, you don’t learn how to be charismatic, you born with it.

You see people gushing about maknae line and it’s because they are damn good products, and pardon my deshumanizing way of expressing myself, but I am talking about the idol persona, not the human behind. I am talking about the marketable side. And it’s not about beauty or talent because we see how the firstly mentioned members are, but at the same time, they are not.

[radicalfemimist]

gonna delete my other interactions with That Person because I don’t think it’s worth arguing with them. and honestly I feel bad for the nice or like. the normal bisexuals because SO. many. of these bisexuals are aggressively annoying about it. every lesbian I know has had a bad run-in with a bisexual.

Because this particular bisexual person also seemed to have a fundamental misunderstanding of how writing fucking works in a way that makes me SO mad.

Because like— you can headcanon that any character with straight hair really has curly hair and straightens it. You can. Word of god can even confirm that’s the case! But that STILL doesn’t matter if canon doesn’t portray them with curly hair. Because even something as seemingly insignificant as curly hair is going to have a domino effect on the character.

If they straighten it, why? Are they insecure? Have they been made fun of? Is it because it’s too much work? Why does Word of God say they have curly hair, but none of their childhood pictures have curly hair? Why isn’t there a hair straightener in their bathroom?

If there’s none of those things— then the character doesn’t have fucking curly hair, now do they? Even if later in the series their hair becomes curly, is there any evidence to support that the hair is naturally curly? Do they have a hair regimen they follow? Do they have curly hairbrushes? Sleep in a bonnet? No? Then they’re not written to have curly hair.

Only thing is, romance is a whole fucking lot more noticeable than with ever or not they give a curly character a bonnet. Romance can make or break a story. And it’s pretty fucking important for the characters to be attracted to each other.

There are SO, so many ways to showcase sexual attraction. Even in kids shows, you can! And it doesn’t have to be with their endgame romance, either! Luz Noceda, a bisexual character written by a bisexual woman, shows attraction to Shirtless Angsty Boy, Edric and Emira and Amity, blatantly. The last of which is her endgame relationship. (Because if a bisexual character is ending up in a relationship, it’s waaay better to have it be a same-sex relationship— considering Lumity is probably why Disney cancelled the show in the first place.)

And like, for shows actually about adults— New Girl. All the men in this are bisexual. Nick Miller is definitely bisexual. It’s not stated explicitly, but he’s explicitly attracted to women and seems to have feelings towards men he is actively in-denial of. Psych — Shawn Spencer’s actor has literally said he played him to be bisexual, and it shows. I’ll believe he’s attracted to women for Abigail alone. I’ll believe he’s attracted to men for everything else.

I’ll believe Sokka is bisexual. His romances with Suki and Yue are believeable enough. Like, I’m not saying nothing can be bisexual— I AM saying that it has to actually be bisexual to be bisexual, though.

Anyway. Zuzu isn’t canonically gay but it makes more sense if he is and for a more compelling story— the fire nation is canonically homophobic, so if he’s gay then that’s another thing for his father to consider wrong about him, since he can’t fall in love with a woman. And Mike? Well, if he were bisexual he’d be a filthy, filthy cheater and I’m personally against media portraying bisexuals as cheaters. As it is, he’s like aggressively gay-coded.

And I am soooo tired of seeing bisexual Jamie Kelly allegations. I know hardly anyone seems to talk about these books but.

she’s LYING to you! she doesn’t actually have a crush on Hudson! She’s literally supposed to be an unreliable narrator. She calls him the 8th cutest boy in her school and calls Angeline the prettiest girl in the world. She thinks it should be illegal for girls to be too pretty. She went through a year-long phase as a kid of drawing nothing but naked Barbies. She describes Angeline as causing “everyone” to feel a “mild, but pleasant burning sensation.”

Like YES, yes it DOES offend me for people to interpret these characters as bisexual— and you know why? Because comphet is a universal gay experience. Because people STILL cite the comphet things I said as a kid as proof of my “heterosexuality”. There’s so many gay people who have been in straight relationships before, or who have pretended to have straight crushes.

If a character’s only proof of heterosexual attraction is comphet, then they’re not experiencing heterosexual attraction. If the only proof is a forced, stale straight romance that the writers threw in there effortlessly, of which the character is not shown to be into? Then that’s not a character experiencing heterosexual attraction.