#i'm fine one second and then the next i can't find pleasure in anything and the ideation creeps in

[dreams-and-honor]

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[kyunzin]

☆𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘?☆ - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

✰ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ✰ 𝐆. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐆. 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐅. 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒. 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐍. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐊. 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 ✰ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✰ them overhearing you say you can take all of them at once (f!reader) ✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒/𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✰ pussy licking, fingering, hair pulling, praise, face fucking, manhandling, degrading, sloppy make out, spit kink, cum eating, blowjobs ✰ 𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ✰did you guys know word counters are useful😀 why had i already hit the word count ages ago (i roughly count by paragraphs 10 lines= 100 words/ 10 paragraphs =1k words yk so 30 paragraphs =3k words. i hit 3 k in like the 27th paragraph) also if you see any words that look like they’re missing a ‘h’ its because that key is broken for me and i probably forgot to edit it in :D

w.c ✰ 3.4

it's almost too much for you to handle

it's probably not a good idea to make promises you might not be able to keep

it's going to be fine, you’ll find a way to get through it since after all you can take it, cant you?

geto sucks in the whine you let out when gojo's tongue doesn't move, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, holding you down when you try to roll your hips into gojo's face. "you'll get what you want soon. 'm gonna give him a little taste so he doesn't bitch, keep your tongue flat and don't move it or else you wont get anything for the rest of the night" you can tell the last bit was directed at gojo as he responds with a hum of 'mm-hmm', the vibrations against your pussy cause your legs to twitch. geto guides your hands down towards gojo's hair and you instinctively you grip onto it.

you're near breathless, panting heavily when geto's lips part from yours, trying to chase his hips but he only breaks the kiss to quickly whisper to you "pull his hair he loves it" you follow his command, tugging firmly at his hair as instructed and the result doesn’t disappoint. gojo's moan goes straight to your core and you shudder in pleasure. "told you, he's a little pain slut" gojo lets out a whine at geto's comment and toji laughs clearly amused by the interaction yet you can only sit there aching for some more stimulation. "i thought you said it was rude to keep your guests waiting, yet here i am still waiting"

even though your words come out breathy toji smirks up at your little quip "fine. since you can't seem to wait, fuck yourself on his tongue but when i tell you to stop you do. understand?" he stands from is position on the floor, making his way to sit in a small arm chair off the side of the queen sized bed. "yes, fuck finally" you get to work immediately drag gojo’s tongue over your aching cunt, pulling his face further into your pussy while he keeps himself still for you to use. "where d’ya find this one, she's so demanding" in your periphery you can see him stroking is cock through his pants.

you ignore his words and focus on working gojo’s tongue, throwing your head back relieved that you’re finally able to gain some stimulation after being left waiting for so long. you can tell gojo’s enjoying this from the little vibrations of noises he lets out as well as his firm grip keeping your legs spread wide out next to him. geto's soft chuckle tickles the crook of your neck at the clear desperation of your movements "found her and her friend talking about all the things she would let us do to her in the middle of campus so proudly" you curl into his touch without halting the movement of your hands.

toji raises is eye brows at geto's words but you're too occupied with the feeling of gojo's wet tongue to notice. "and what exactly would she let us do to her?" toji says with a curious smirk eager to hear the answer. "why don't you tell him, i'm sure you had a lot more to say than what you told us, right?" you can hear the teasing tone in is voice, wishing that you wouldn't have to repeat yourself. a couple of seconds pass without your reply and the two of them realise that you didn't hear them, head thrown back on geto's shoulder, lost in the way gojo's tongue glides up and down your folds.

it’s hard to focus on what their saying when you’re so lost in your pleasure. gojo’s saliva oozes out his mouth, creating a hot wet mess between your legs as he practically drools all over you yet your pleasure is lost without any warning. "i asked you a question," you let out a choked sob when gojo is ripped away from you and try to chase his mouth with your hips only to be stopped by geto, opening your eyes to see gojo's spit soaked face smiling up at you mockingly while he inwardly mourns the loss of your taste on his tongue. "how will we know what to do, if you don't tell us?"

you know there's no use in trying to evade the question yet you're too frustrated to even care. "i want you to fuck my throat. want you to mess me up inside and out. i don't wanna be able to talk or walk after you're done with me," you turn to look at toji who's grin stretches from ear to ear. there's a very visible wet spot marking out where the tip if his cock lies yet his makes no moves to remove himself from his confines. you’d leave it at that but you might as well tell them the full extent of what you want "want you to fuck me up real good, whatever you want. do your worst, i can take it"

even though you may have skipped over a few minor major details you're sure that they would be able to get the gist. "atta girl, that wasn't so hard now was it. now we can finally get to the good shit" he rises from his place on the chair and makes his way over to the three of you with his yes locked with yours. toji's words paired with geto's soft "good girl" sends a thrill down your spine. geto’s calloused hands keep you grounded where you are as you start to get fidgety again “keep still, you’ll get what you want soon princess” his words still your little tremors as the promise of more eases your mind.

"toru' move i didn't get a good taste earlier" toji winks at gojo and as if on cue he follows his words without a moments fail, letting his hair loose from your hands you mourn the loss of his warmth between your legs, and you catch a glimpse of his dejected face as he stands up taking toji's previous place on the seat and you spot the raging tent in his joggers. "looks big doesn't it?" you nod your head as you continue to stare and upon noticing your gaping, gojo’s face lights up again. as if to show off gojo makes quick work of pulling out his cock, geto scoffs as his display and focuses his attention on you.

"i'm sure you'll be able to take it and if not, well i guess that's your problem isn't" you can hear his soft laughter from above you. gojo's size should be the least of your problems right now because the feeling of whatever is poking your head is breaking any hopes you had before of them being average. it’s stupid to keep that idealistic thought. your head snaps downward at the edge of the bed as toji settles himself between your legs with a predatory look in his eyes, stopping a few inches from you. “don’t worry, you’ll be able to take it with a little practice” that does little to ease your worries.

the yelp that you let out when toji lifts your calf and bites it has the other three in the room laughing at you. he keeps up his ministrations while placing each leg over his shoulders. "don't act so surprised sweet cheeks, i'm just getting into position" you can hear gojo mumble something about ‘taking his spot from him’ but pay him no mind as toji licks his way along your thigh "squeeze ya legs if you want, that way i’ll be able to tell how good i'm making you feel since you wont be able to speak" confusion must show on your face yet instead of satisfying your curiosity toji just winks at you.

toji’s calloused hands run up the length of your left leg pushing it to the side ever so gently, while he scatters ostentatious kisses along the other. his frequent kisses have your legs twitching in anticipation as he teases you, taking his sweet time, eyeing you closely until he finally presses a feather light kiss to your spit soaked clit. he pulls back and you watch as a thin wet string connects his lips, glistening with your slick, to your pussy until he licks them clean “s’ as sweet as sugar princess,” he leans down and repeats the motion this time with more emphasis “where’ve you been hiding?”

your response is a choked moan and your hands reach into his hair which he takes that as a sign to continue, sucking on you clit as if he’s expecting something to come out. he soon lets up and smiles down at your now puffy clit like a child proud of their drawing, rubbing his thumb in circles over it while your hand uselessly holds onto his thick wrist as his hand abuses your clit. “that feel good sweet cheeks?” you frantically nod your head as you bite your lips while trying to buck your hips into his touch but he suddenly stops with a harsh slap to your outer thigh which has you whining at the loss of stimulation.

“I want words cheeks and look at me when I’m talking to you” you don’t remember closing your eyes but you open them not surprised to see toji looking up at you from between your legs with a slick covered smile. a few seconds pass without your reply so he pinches your clit in warning and you quickly remember what else he wanted “fuck- yes it feels so fucking good please don’t stop” seemingly satisfied with your response he releases his hold on you and presses a kiss to your clit as if it’s an apology. “there we go. keep makin 'em pretty noises for me and I won’t have to check in so often”

a sudden movement behind you almost causes you to jolt in surprise, in one swift movement your hands are pinned above your head and your vision of toji is obscured by geto’s thighs straddling your chest, looking up to see him smiling at you. his hair frames his face as he looks down at you and he swiftly ties his hair into a bun at the back of his head. from this angle you're faced nearly directly under the swelling in his pants and you're slowly catching onto the meaning of toji's words. "don't look so surprised, this is what you said you wanted isn't it. i'm just giving you what you asked for"

geto's words remind you that even though his smile may look sweet and harmless he's just as cunning as the other two, he’s just able to hide it well. you're pulled out of your thoughts when geto starts to pull down his waistband, lowering it just underneath his balls. feeling it was one thing but seeing it right in front of you makes you worry for the state of your throat after he's done with you. at first glance you can tell that it'll be a mouthful, thick and girthy. geto’s hands gently lift you head from it’s position and your brought out of your thoughts.

"open nice and wide for me" you follow his words without question and two things happen at the same time. one, geto thrusts as much of his cock as he can down your throat causing your throat to constrict around him as you try not to choke and struggle to breathe at the same time. simultaneously toji decides at that exact moment to lick a stipe up your pussy to collect all of yours and his mess on his tongue, laying his tongue flat on your pussy only for it all to dribble back out his mouth creating an even wetter mess. “sounds like you’re having fun over there” gojo taunts.

both motions leave you spluttering around geto's cock and your legs threaten to close around toji's head despite the firm hold he has on them and you can hear gojo’s sardonic laugh in the background. tears begin to well in your eyes until geto taps your cheek to get your attention. “princess, breathe through your nose” you cant help but notice his voice comes out near strained and you hope you’re the reason for it. following his instructions you find that you can actually breath better though you still struggle a bit “isn't that much better?” you let out an appreciative hum and his response is immediate.

your just barely able to make out the small tensing of his abdomen through his shirt however you do feel the way his cock pulses down your throat as you try to maintain a steady breathing pattern. “told you you could take it” your lured into a false sense of security when geto slowly starts to pull back out of your throat only by a couple inches before he practically plunges back in, throwing your breathing off balance again however you remember his advice and try to regain composer as he waits for you. “such a good girl, taking me so well” he praises and you can feel tears begin to well in your eyes.

just when your able to control your breathing again toji agrees with him and his response is short hum into your pussy, which vibrations straight to you core. you had forgotten he was there with how consistent he’s been. as if before had only been a warm up he begins to lap hungrily at your pussy, letting his tongue edge slightly into you as if to tease you. instead of holding your legs apart like before he leaves them to clamp firmly around his head as you slowly try rock your hips into his face as much as you can but he holds you down by your hips “stop fucking moving and let me take care of you”

you hips still at his command and he presses a kiss to your pussy, causing your legs to tense from the feather like touch. “‘s like she’s eager to get her holes stuffed ” gojo snorts from the side of the room. you let out a whine of protest that gets swallowed by geto’s cock and he looks down at you with a disapproving face. “don’t lie to us sweet cheeks” toji bites into the flesh of your thigh and you feels the tears fall rolling down the side of your face from the sting of his teeth digging into your leg. you soon realise denying anything won’t get you anywhere as all motion stops around you.

“that won’t do will it,” geto stars to ease his way out of your mouth “if you’re not eager to be filled then I guess we can wait for the others to get here before we continue then” you hear gojo laugh out from the side of the room “seems like it’s gonna be at least another ten minutes before they all get her, sure you can wait that long princess?” they should know the answer to that question already but you know they won’t be satisfied until they hear it from your mouth. “let her speak” knew it. geto pulls out completely and you can feel the strain in your jaw from having it stretched for so long.

your throat feels raw and a bit too empty without geto occupying it but you push the feeling down so that you can respond before they begin to grow impatient. “please don’t make me wait,” you raise yourself onto your elbows, leaving your face mere centimeters away from geto's dripping tip and look over to gojo “I’m sure if they really wanted to be here they would make an effort to get here faster. so if they miss anything it’s their loss” toji strokes your thigh seemingly pleased with your answer “polite with an attitude, I like her. we might have to keep her” gojo lets out an agreeing hum.

“think she deserves a treat for bein such a good girl for us” before you can even begin to think about what the treat might be toji runs two fingers up your pussy, collecting all the wet mess. you can only assume that he sucks it into his mouth when you hear a pop sound after he removes his fingers from his mouth and your legs twitch again at the stimulation. only a second later does geto begin to inch his cock back into your mouth, holding the sides of your head gently “such cute noises she’s makin for us” geto agrees with a hum as he comes to a halt when he feels your throat close around him.

it’s only then do you realise that the soft mewls and whimpers that you’re hearing are coming from your mouth that’s wrapped around geto’s cock. “since I know you’re begging to be fucked, i’ll do ya a favor "your legs fall back onto the bed when toji rises from his position between your legs “toru come over here and open her up” in the corner of your eye you see gojo hop up with glee jumping almost too eagerly onto the bed, using his hand to practically shove toji out of the way. geto seems to be ignoring their interactions in favor of teasing his cock down your throat with shallow thrusts.

you can tell that he’s holding back from choking you with his cock from the concentrated look on his face as well as the fact that he’s not reaching nearly as deep as he was before. “that’s it. nice and easy” his soft spoken words soothe your nerves however it’s a futile attempt, as without warning gojo slides a nimble finger into you with little resistance and you can feel as his second knuckle breaches your entrance. the stretch of his finger has your throat sporadically closing around geto's cock which causes his concentration slips as his hips stutter, forcing his cock down your throat.

“s-shit sorry” he apologises while wiping tears that fall from you eyes as gojo slides in another finger, pushing in all the way to his knuckles. geto slowly eases his cock out of your throat allowing you to take in a few breaths of air loosening his grip on your hair. “don’t apologise to her,” your eyes dart to the side where you watch toji lazily stroking his cock until gojo curls his fingers and your eyes shoot upwards to geto who is letting out soft breaths while he massages his cock. “remember she said she could take it,” there's a sadistic undertone in his voice when he says “I’m sure she’ll be fine”

gojo repeats the motion and you let out a loud wail and your back fails to arch off the bed with geto’s weight on top of you “she’s squeezing me real tight down here, bet she likes it when you’re rough with her, isn't that right” it’s impossible to respond with how deep geto is now lodged down your throat. “you’re not gonna answer me cutie?” you knows he’s taunting you and you’re sure he’s smirking when he presses his thumb on your clit waiting for a response. your issue is resolved when geto’s pulls you off his cock and your head drops back down onto the pillow and your response is practically immediate.

“yesyesyes- fuck, it feels so good don’t stop” your eyes are a bit glossy from the few tears you shed earlier but you're still able to make out the rise in the corners of geto's lips while he looks down at your disheveled face. he adds insult to injury by rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips, letting his cockhead slightly slip but not fully teasing both himself and you in the process only making bigger mess of your face when it passes the corner of your lips and onto your cheeks. "sorry didn't mean to make such a mess, s'shame you can't clean it yourself." you know the apology’s fake but accept it anyway.

you would try to protest but gojo's relentless assault on your cunt prevents your mouth from making any coherent sounds other than what they can only presume to be his name. "want someone else to clean it up for you princess?" you know that it's futile to speak with geto's cock head laying heavy on the tip of you tongue so you lazily nod your head hoping that it's an accepted answer, in the process you also coat geto's cock with more of you saliva. yet before geto can even acknowledge your answer toji rises from his spot with pace and purpose in his steps. "i'll help ya out, move back"

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

end note ✰ I didn’t want the note to take up too much space but I talk quite a bit so here's an end note ;p. who do you guys want to join next { i might make a poll}? it’s already a challenge to give four people things to do at the same time idk how im going to manage seven.

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Kinktober Masterlist here!

1. Oni Chuu

Warnings: riding, nipple play, praise kink, creampie, and fem!reader (I'm more comfortable writing about fem!reader). I apologize if the smut isn't good enough to meet expectations. I've tried my best, but my experience with writing smut is still lacking, so please forgive me.

Summary: It's a trend to summon demons. You see your friends and most people around you doing it, so you think, why not? You never expect the ritual to work on the first try, but fate has other plans. The Oni isn't interested in killing you or taking your soul; instead, he wants to have fun with you and your body.

You’re not sure how you ended up in this position. Half an hour ago, you were on the floor in your bedroom, performing a ritual that a friend sent you to join the trend. At first, you thought it would be a funny joke so you accepted. But now? It’s no longer a joke but a very (un)fortunate reality that’s happening right now. You find yourself naked except for your panties and bra, lying on top of the hottest man—Oni—that you’ve ever seen in your life, who is relaxing on your bed. His clothes, along with the rest of your clothes, are all tossed on the cold floor. Your legs are on either side of him. You swallow your saliva, looking down at the growing bulge in his boxers that is screaming to be free. You pull the waistband of his boxers down slowly, revealing his thick and long dick that is double or maybe triple the average erect length size. You immediately pause with a big question in your mind, wondering if it would fit—or even get through, even just half of it.

The red-haired Oni has a cocky smirk on his face, with one hand caressing your bare thigh while the other rests behind his head. His blue eyes watch you closely, not wanting to miss a single second as he waits for your next move. “What is it? Afraid you can't take it?” he asks, running his fingers over your skin. “You'll be fine, doll. You can take it.”

Despite being in heat and the urge to be inside you quickly, he needs to be patient. After all, you’re just a human and it’s your first time with an Oni like him, so he lets you be in control for the first round.

His hand travels up your hip, gripping it gently to shift and adjust you into a more comfortable position. His hard dick teasingly rubs against your clothed entrance, the sensation making you shiver with excitement. Perhaps the rush of sexual hormones has clouded your mind but it's sending a signal—like a repeating code in your system—that is desperate to ride him. Your hand slides down to your stomach, fingers trailing to your panties as you pull the fabric off your skin. Your soaked core sits on the tip of his dick. “Haah…Fuck…” You move yourself lower, trying to take his huge dick.

Chuuya giggles at the sight, he loves to see you struggle on his dick. His hand assists you to get down on him even more. “See that, doll? I told you, didn't I? Now, ride me, pretty girl.”

Your hips move up and down. Chuuya moans as he watches you bounce on his dick mindlessly; your walls tighten around it, causing his body to tremble with pleasure. Your hands find their way to his horns, gripping them like your life depends on it as you ride the handsome Oni like a professional cowgirl. Chuuya gasps once your hands grip his horns tightly, but he doesn’t mind too much, not when his body is in heat, with a sea of flames burning every inch of his skin—just as your skin burns when your bodies collide. If anything, your actions are driving him crazy; he is practically craving more of you, both mentally and physically. He loves it when your hands are around his horns.

The hand behind his hair moves to your hip, along with his other hand, holding onto you as he slides you down, making you take all of his dick. Then, a hand trails onto your chest instead. He pulls your bra up to your collarbone, admiring the view of your nipples before his naughty fingers start to play with one, pinching and squeezing it as if he’s playing with slime. “Damm…Damn, you’re doing so good, doll. Can’t believe I’m this lucky to have a pretty girl riding me like this…hmp…I-I know you can fucking take me well when I saw you.”

The way your nice ass bounces on him is testing his limits as every second passes by. You can feel hot pre-cum is spilling when it reaches your cervix. At this point, you won’t be surprised if your uterus gets destroyed or collapsed after this. Your pace increases every second, faster and rougher like how he wants.

“K-keep going, [Reader]...Good girl…Fuck yes…”

The overload of pleasure has engulfed you completely, and you cum on his dick as you ride him, moaning his name in such an intimate way that you never knew you were capable of doing. The sight of your adorable red, flustered cheeks, soft, cute moans calling his name, swollen nipples, and your watery eyes looking at him as you come all over his dick makes him lose his mind and control. “Doll, you feel so damn fucking good…I'm gonna fucking c-cum inside you.”

Just when your ass slams against his hips again for the nth time, screams and curses escape his mouth as he hits his release. The heavy, thick hot cum fills you deep inside, spilling out of you and flowing down to his balls. Your hole happily takes in what he gives, despite the overwhelming amount of cum. You collapse onto his chest just as you're about to pass out from exhaustion. His fingers, which never leave your nipples, pinch them hard to keep you awake.

“Tired already? But we’re not done yet doll.” He whispers, hot breath against your ear. “Still need more of you, [Reader]. After all, you deserve a reward for being a good girl and taking me so well, right?”

@thewickedjazzy

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Dragon Age 100 | Prompt List

Ya'll, I can't do anything casually. But I decided that anytime I don't write dedicated fiction that I would write for one of these prompts. I was just gonna do like, 100 words, so naturally I wrote 669 (lol 69)

Prompt 1 with minimal editing under the cut

Beginning

"Fine. You win" Veryl knocked her queen over on the board, signaling her acceptance of defeat and seeking a quick end to the match. The smug, cheating bastard across from her ignore the hand she extended in sportsmanship and stood, leaning across the table into her space. "I know what I want as my prize," he hissed into her ear. Veryl leaned back into her chair, eyeing the mans full face and admittedly good looks. Perhaps if it had been another time or another place… or even if it had been the other night when she felt worse about herself. Tonight was just, not his night. With no desire to toy with his posturing or even indulge in whatever foreplay he was trying to instigate, she rose from her chair, forcing him back across the table. "Maker, get some mint." She pushed past him when he tried to stand in front of her, lobbing the insult to put him off the idea of the state of undress she was sure he pictured her in. "Sore winners aren't my type." He caught her arm as she passed, pulling her into his chest, separating her from the rest of the pub. "I'm sure I can figure out what you like." "Oh?" Veryl returned the coy tone the man was so desperately seeking from her. When a fleeting look of surprise and then pleasure darken his features, she continued, "That doesn't seem like your area of expertise. Thanks, but no thanks." Somehow, the pleasure he derived from this interaction seemed heightened as he tightened the hand on her arm, "I wasn't asking." There was a clanking and loading sound that came from behind his back and he was suddenly pressed forward further into her, caught in surprise. "I think you'll find the lady more than capable of deciding what a question is and what it isn't." The gravely voice interrupted her captor's advance, making him turn his head to survey what was now accosting him. Veryl wasted no time in using the distraction to get a handle on the man in front of her, relishing the way it felt to literally grip his balls in her free hand. When his startled face swung back around to assess the sudden pressure that had all of the color draining from his complexion, she gave him a slow smirk. "It's been fun, enjoy the floor." With a quick increase in strength and a downward yank on the free swinging vulnerability, the man was down in seconds howling into the floorboards. He was cupping his abused extremities and rolling about as Veryl poured the rest of the vodka from her glass over her hand to sanitize and add insult to injury to her less that formidable opponent. Unfortunately, it didn't make the fleshy feeling of ballsack on her hand go away, but it was a start. "I figured you had it handle." With a sigh and shake of his head, the dwarf collapsed his crossbow as he assessed her, a smirk that quickly evolved into a grin overtaking his specific features. "Varric Tethras," He extended his free hand to her in greeting. Veryl raised an eyebrow, eyeing his hand skeptically before finally deciding to accept it and introduce herself in kind. In order to do so, she planted a boot solidly on the back of the man the writhed below her, collapsing him to the ground further. Her next step crushed his fingers where they splayed out on the wood. This set the human version of a howler spirit to bellowing again. Veryl cast him an annoyed look before realizing where she was standing and removing her foot, "Gracious, people are talking here." She toed the purplish looking hand out of the way as the man curled into himself and started weeping. Veryl shrugged, and turned back to the man in front of her, who merely looked amused by her antics. She met his out-stretched hand with a clap from her own. "Veryl Ingellvar, Mourn-" She caught herself on the casually automatic introduction as she dropped his hand and placed her hands on her hips. "Actually, it's just Veryl."

[esoteric-joke]

Interview with Brooklyn_Babylon

(#Interview3)

Welcome to the next interview of the Dear Writer Project. This Sunday I’m here with Gina (twopoppies here on Tumblr). Thank you so much for participating and supporting my project. It was a pleasure to interview you.

Gina about her writing process, her inspirations and what she finds most challenging about writing:

What does your writing process look like?

Oh, you're going to call me out right from the get-go, huh? LOL! My writing process is that I am a complete pantser. I hate outlining and I'm not good at it (probably why I hate it). I generally get inspired by something visual and then build a story around that. The difficulty is that often, there's a concept, but there's no real story to tell. Or, I can't quite flesh it out enough to make it worth writing. But when something connects, I go bother India (indiaalphawhiskey on Tumblr) who is my beta/BFF/cheerleader and we'll talk through the story idea.

She's super helpful in terms of pushing me to think it through enough that I can write a very basic outline of what needs to happen to get from A to B. Then, I wing it. LOL!

What does writing mean to you?

From the time I was a kid, I've always been involved in doing something artistic--from fine art, to costume design, to writing, etc. I've just always needed some way to express myself, creatively. It took me a long time to get comfortable writing fiction because there are a few people in my family who are highly respected authors, and I felt I needed something of my own to sink my teeth into. But now that I've started, I realize how much I do love it (even when I hate it), and how much it allows me to dig deep into my own thoughts and emotions and be more self-aware. Beyond that, I think I'm at my most comfortable when I feel I'm helpful/supportive/nurturing. I used to write non-fiction that gave me that outlet. It's interesting that I can see those aspects in my fiction writing, as well.

Do you know before you start writing if an idea is going to become a oneshot or a longer fic?

I can generally tell if there's enough of a story to make it a chaptered fic. Sometimes the chapters just separate naturally.

Like, in An Invincible Summer, the story unfolded so that each chapter was a different month. But I had a basic idea of how I wanted the story to progress over that time period. I think, for the most part, I let the story dictate how it's going to flow.

You don’t write (or publish) as regularly as some other writers in the fandom. Why is that and would you like to write/publish more in the future?

Part of the reason is that I have a really busy life outside of the fandom (and writing). I also don't like to write just to fill up space. And I don't want to publish anything I don't think is the best I'm capable of at that moment.

On top of that, I'm just not one of those people who has a million stories in my head. I'm very visually stimulated and there are long periods of time where I just don't feel inspired. I also second-guess myself a lot and often end up shelving my WIPs. And... even when I'm inspired, I tend to write slowly. I like to take time to make sure I'm really saying what I want to say in the best way I can. I want to grow and challenge myself with each story I publish. I just don't see a point in doing it without that sort of intention.

On which of your stories did you write the longest?

I think An Invincible Summer probably took the longest. But it was also one of the easiest for me to write because the story just wrote itself in some ways. I had a much clearer picture from the start of how things were going to unfold. At the same time, there were moments that just happened as I wrote that ended up shifting the story from what I'd originally planned.

I recently went back and re-wrote that fic, adding another 10K to flesh it out better. I'm so much happier with it (even though I loved it before), but I haven't published the updated version on AO3. Not sure whether I will.

Which of your stories came together the fastest?

The first one (Whoever, However). But it's also only 9K. Harry dropped that Beauty Papers spread and my brain exploded. The story was all there. I think Hike Up Your Skirt was probably the next quickest (again, it's not terribly long), but that one I originally wrote for the Anonymous Unicorns collection so there was a lot of freedom in getting to write anything I wanted without fear of judgment. If I could only harness that, I'd be able to bang them out!

What fic of yours was the hardest to write?

I think Literally Making Love.

It was an unusual premise, in that it's about a robot and a human falling in love, but I really struggled with whether I should make it "more" than a love story. It felt like it deserved to be "more", or that it should have more about how AI changes the world and a conversation about loneliness and the way the world contributes to that. So I kept feeling like I wasn't going down the right path with what I was writing, but India reminded me that there's just as much value in a lighthearted story as there is in "serious" writing. We all know the joy of sinking into a comfort fic, or kicking our feet at something really sweet and happy. So I let Literally Making Love be what it wanted to be and I was ultimately super proud of it. And, in the end, I think I did a good job of dealing with the ethical issues, even though I didn't make that the center of the fic.

What inspires you most while writing?

Visuals to begin with. I tend to get inspired by photos or a piece of art. Sometimes song lyrics. But visuals keep me going so I make moodboards for myself and I find quotes or pictures on Tumblr that feel like they belong to the story. I think all of my fics have a link to an inspiration tag on my blog.

And then talking through things with India.

It's so helpful to have someone who gets what you're shooting for and who has the same sense of what makes for good writing. So I'll brainstorm with her when I'm stuck or give her sections to see if it's reading the way I want it to... It keeps me going.

I don't know how writers do it all by themselves. There are times when I've read something so many times that I can't even tell if it's any good. And I do the same for her... helping her get through her writing challenges or brainstorming her projects also makes me a better writer.

In the notes of Literally Making Love you mentioned a 9 month long writers block. What helped you out of it?

Truly it was just that piece of fan art I linked in the note at the start. I'd never seen that artist's work before and this drawing of Louis building an unfinished Harry ended up on my dash and I said, "Well, I'd read the hell out of that." Sadly, no one else was going to write it for me, so I had to do it myself.

While talking about this, I pointed out that I searched a few tags of this particular trope after I finished reading Literally Making Love and couldn’t find more than a handful of fics, which I was surprised by.

Gina thinks people are put off by the idea even if there are so many ways to handle it that could make for a beautiful story.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

I was about to say finding a title, but then I realized that I only had trouble with that in two of the five I wrote.

Hmm. Honestly, I think the most difficult thing for me to write are arguments/fights.

I tend to be really passive-aggressive when I argue, and that doesn't make for very good reading. So I really have to work at crafting a back-and-forth that feels natural but also packs enough of a punch for the scene to work. In An Invincible Summer, the argument scene was pretty pivotal, and one of my betas at the time made me re-write it three times before she signed off on it.

Is there anything you can tell me about future projects you’re planning?

I'm working on another historical fic at the moment. It's slow burn and longer than anything I've written before. So that's a challenge. It's set in the 1880s between the Belle Epoch debauchery and decadence of Paris, and Victorian London's rigid social structure and moral conservatism. Basically, Harry is a French ballet dancer turned sex worker/courtesan. Louis is a British aristocrat whose father has sent him off to Paris to get "the gay" out of his system before he has to marry. There are some twists and turns, and I'm having a lot of fun trying to keep things sexy and exciting for a modern reader while still being true to the time period.

I still don't have a title, and I'm still working on a brief description to sum it up. But... I'm about 60K in and I'm having fun.

When I told Gina that that sounds like you’d have to but lot of research into it, she said:

So much research! But I actually love that part. I get really into the nitty gritty and look up everything. For example, did you know the ice cream cone wasn't invented until 1896 (although not patented until 1903)? LOL! I had to change a scene I was writing because all of a sudden, I thought, "Did they have ice cream then? How did they keep it cold? How did they eat it?" I honestly hate reading something when little details are wrong. It totally pulls me out of a story.

For the next part of the interview, I asked Gina a few questions about her works in particular.

Gina about her favourite scene she wrote, her experience with writing before writing fanfics and being inspired by her own family’s history:

What work of yours is your personal favourite?

Hm. I think Literally Making Love is my favorite because it's the most unique concept, and I'm really proud of some of the writing in that one.

Hike Up Your Skirt is, I think, my most popular one. But that's not surprising because it's complete filth.

Do you have a favourite scene that you wrote?

There's a scene in Literally Making Love when they're walking the dog through the woods, and they're talking about the concept of being lonely, and Harry realizes he's the only one in the world who can understand anything he's experienced. I just really loved how that scene came together. To me it's very visual, and it's got that kind of poetic, dreamy feeling to it that I love to find in fics (and am forever trying to emulate, but I think that might be the only time I've succeeded so far).

I told Gina that this was a scene that definitely made me think about the concept of being all alone with an experience. Here’s what she said about that:

I like moments in a story that make you stop and think about more than just the story you're reading. I think these days, we can much more easily connect with others who can understand most of our experiences very deeply. Although, I imagine if you were the only highly advanced AI robot in the world, you might have some experiences no one else has had to grapple with.

Is there a work of yours that was planned to go completely different than it came out in the end?

There are definitely moments within the stories that I never planned on, and they changed some aspects of how the story ultimately came together.

For example, in An Invincible Summer, the idea for Harry to hold on to memories by getting a camera popped out of nowhere.

In Literally Making Love, the scene of Louis painting Harry's tattoos over his scars came in a dream and that meant I added the aspect of Harry's body dysmorphia. So, little things for sure.

Whoever, However was your first fic you published. Did you write in any form before that?

I did.

I wrote non-fiction for a bunch of magazines and online outlets. I've also ghostwritten three books.

Beyond that, no. Just lengthy blog posts about two gay boybanders.

What were your inspirations for gathered on wings?

There was a photo of Louis in some sort of haphazardly layered jackets and standing in front of these graffitied walls, and it had this caption, saying that he looked like a PhD candidate at the Sorbonne. That was how the idea started.

I had wanted to write a teacher/student fic without the creepy aspect of grooming and inappropriate conduct, and somehow my comment led to Harry having been his intern and them meeting again years later.

Then, the research on all the modern art and the high-end art world informed the rest of the story.

You didn’t go much into detail how successful Harry’s art got after ‘Comrade’ recommended his art for an exhibition at the Marlborough Gallery. Was that the push Harry’s work needed to get the attention it deserved?

It was.

He'd been relying on sugar daddies to pay his way and to give him the connections to patrons. But Comrade vouching for him opened the doors to him being able to do it independently. It's that feeling of, "If I could just get my foot in the door, I could show them what I can do."

That was his foot in the door.

Gathered on wings was my first attempt at writing a chaptered fic, and there was a huge learning curve. There are parts of it I really like and parts I sometimes want to go back and re-write.

Do you think Louis’ identity in gathered on wings always stayed hidden even after they got engaged (and eventually married)?

I like to imagine that as Harry became more widely known, people became interested in his partner. And Louis would then decide to reveal his identity with a new installation that they collaborated on.

Staying hidden when your partner is famous is probably a hard thing to do.

I think so. Especially if you're in the same field. In a way, it mirrors the idea of the two of them coming out at some point.

You said in the notes for An Invincible Summer that it’s inspired by your grandfather’s life. Was that your only inspiration for the story?

It's what set the scene. Other than that, I knew I wanted to write about writing and seeing yourself in a book or feeling understood by someone you never met but who's somehow written about you and your life. The concept of feeling really "seen" is something that shows up again and again for me.

You didn’t go into any detail about Harry’s relationship with his adoptive parents after he left at the end of An Invincible Summer, even though his mother tried to support him as much as she could when he had to leave. Do you think they held contact after Harry was forced to leave or if he/they even went back as a part of H & L’s adventures?

I think Harry managed to stay in touch with his mother secretly and to eventually reunite with his sisters.

When I rewrote the story, I changed the middle sister to a brother to show another way that Harry was treated differently. So I imagine Big Jim and the little brother digging their heels in and acting like he never existed. But Harry and Louis eventually had a beautiful and extensive found family.

The end of Hike Up your Skirt (And Show Your World To Me) is pretty much open. How do you think their relationship progressed and do you think they have a chance of having a normal (as in no power imbalance or manipulation) relationship?

Mmm. I actually started writing a second part from Harry's POV where you see that Harry is also playing a game to get Louis to fall for him. I see their relationship becoming a 24/7 Dom/Sub life. I think they're both way too kinky and maybe a little too depraved to have a "normal" relationship.

Are any of your original characters inspired by people you know in your day-to-day life?

No, actually. LOL! Very simple answer. They're all just figments of my imagination.

A lot of other writers in the fandom have difficulties or are just a little uncomfortable with writing smut. That doesn’t seem to be the case for you. Why’s that?

HAHAHAHA! No, I think it’s actually the easiest part for me to write. I’m not sure why. I don’t have a lot of hang ups around sex, so maybe that helps. And I love the idea of character development through intimate scenes.

How did you come up with the idea for your fic rec masterpost here on Tumblr and how did all of that start?

I think it just started because someone asked if I could recommend some fics in a particular category (If I remember correctly, it might have been dystopian fics). And I had too much time on my hands, so I decided to make a header and write little blurbs about why I liked each one I was suggesting.

Somehow that turned into a deluge of people asking for different things and, for whatever reason, I had the time at that moment. So I made rec after rec.

At some point it was annoying that people kept asking for the same things, so I just made an alphabetical masterpost.

Is there a specific trope or genre you’d like to read more of?

Oh, that's a good question. It's so much easier to tell you what I don't like.

Honestly, to me, it's really more about the writing than about the trope or genre. But I do really like a good enemies-to-lovers fic, and if you can write a new twist on a fake relationship, I'm all in.

Do you somehow track the fics you’ve read? And if you do, can you give me a rough number of how many you’ve read?

So, I only bookmark fics I've really loved. Obviously some I love more than others, but I currently have 655 fics bookmarked.

I've been reading in this fandom for 11 years. Some I won't have read all the way through, but counting those, I'm sure I've literally read thousands.

I've gone through periods where I've just got a lot more free time at one point or another. And when I entered the fandom in 2013 there were literally so many terrific fics I didn't know where to start.

And every time you turned around there was another. It was very addicting.

Are you reading anything right now? If not, what was the last thing you’ve read?

I have a hard time reading when I'm actively writing, so nothing really recent.

The last fic I read that I really liked was Danger I Can't Hide by CelticSky. It's actually a WWII fic but set on the airbase where H is a pilot and Louis is a mechanic. It's just so well written and so well researched. Highly recommend.

For the next part of the interview, Gina answered some personal questions about her experiences in the fandom.

Since when are you in the fandom and what made you become a fan?

Since November 2013.

I took my daughter (who was 6 at the time) to see This Is Us. Did a little research to make sure this boy band was appropriate for her and then fell in love with them. We ended up seeing the movie three times, then bought it and watched it at home. She was a Niall girl.

She was my concert buddy for a while. One Direction at the Rose Bowl in 2014 was her first concert.

The weirdest comment you got?

Oh, I get some doozies on Tumblr.

I think one of my favorites was from years ago when I used to do a lot of NSFW fan art. I got an anonymous message from someone claiming to be Harry's lawyer and they were demanding I delete all of my fan art of Harry. HAHAHAHA! Like an attorney would send an anon. Or even ask for something like that. I still laugh when I think about that one.

Harry or Louis?

It's very hard to choose because they're both amazing. I'm a Harry girl from way back. But I obviously love and support Louis, too.

Harry just really inspires me in so many ways. And his music is more my speed.

Your favourite Harry era and your favourite Louis era?

Oh, that's hard. I think Harry's recent era (Harry's House) might be my favorite because he seemed so happy and so self-assured and confident in who he is as a person. He looked fantastic too. Other eras are special to me because of what was going on with the fandom at the time, or because I liked the way he dressed or whatever, but in terms of just enjoying him, I'd have to say this last tour.

Louis is a little more difficult for me because I've had a really hard time with his image over this last tour and his doubling down on babygate. I'm very happy he says he's really happy and proud of his album/tour, but if I had to pick my favorite I feel like he looked the healthiest and most at ease during MITAM promo. Oh, he looked great during his Walls promo, too.

Your favourite movie with H?

My Policeman. It was a bit uneven, but he really blew me away in some of his scenes. He understood that character inside and out.

Your favourite writer(s) in the fandom?

I actually have so many that I like, although many aren’t in our fandom anymore.

It might be easier to link you to a Favorite Authors rec I made a while ago.

What are your absolute favourite fics in the fandom?

I’m going to make it easy on myself again and link you to a Favourite Fics rec.

Is there a fic that is not necessarily your favourite but still always kind of stuck in your head ?

There are fics that aren’t necessarily the most groundbreaking or complex, but something about them makes me keep coming back to re-read. Don't kill me, but... My Favorite Re-Reads.

I wanted to give you a favorite out of that list, but as I scrolled I was like, oh wait, that one! No, that one! So... sorry, you get them all.

What makes you want to stop reading something?

Hm. So many things, honestly.

Writing where people try too hard to be poetic, continuous spelling and grammar mistakes, miscommunication as the only tension, no tension at all, characterizations that make no sense to me, fics that go on and on and on with no attempt at editing, kid fics, etc. I really have very few squicks, but bad writing is hard for me to ignore (I know "bad" is subjective, so I hope no one takes offense at that... just because I don't like it doesn't mean others don't love it).

Your favourite song at the moment?

Chappell Roan is stuck in my head lately. So, I'll say Casual (although Pink Pony Club is a bop).

Your favourite season?

Fall. Absolutely. SO fucking sick of summer.

The most unusual thing that inspired you?

LOL! I'd have to say the Vintage "Sleaze" novel that inspired Hike Up Your Skirt. It was called "Horizontal Secretary".

Who would you most like to read an interview from?

Well, I'm obviously going to say India because I think she's a great writer. But she's also so well-spoken and interesting.

I'd love to read an interview with CelticSky because I loved Danger I Can't Hide so much and I don't know them since they're on Twitter!

Lastly I asked Gina to give every work of hers a colour. Here’s the outcome of that:

Whoever, However -- yellow

Whoever, However is yellow, because when I think about it, I picture the warm, yellow shade of the wood paneling of the room they filmed in.

gathered on wings -- blue

I’m not sure why gathered on wings is blue in my head. Maybe it’s just because that’s the main color of the mood board I made.

An Invincible Summer -- green

An Invincible Summer is green because the rural Georgia setting became one of the characters of the fic. When I think about it, I see the sprawling farm, the rampant kudzu, blueberry fields, lunch under the oak trees… it just feels green to me.

Literally Making Love -- red

Literally Making Love is red because so much of the story is about what it means to be human and even though Harry’s heart isn’t “real” at some point he says to Louis, “Sometimes I feel like you made my heart too small because it doesn’t hold everything I feel for you. I feel it overflowing everywhere.” Or, maybe it’s because it has “Love” in the title. LOL!

Hike Up Your Skirt (And Show Your World To Me) -- purple

I don’t know. The first thought that came to me was purple because I pictured Harry’s character with love bite bruises.

A huge thank you to Gina again. Thank you for being so open and honest while answering my questions. I had the best time talking to you and was so invested in every work of yours.

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMj3TXKsh/ frat peter

peter is not paying attention. peter is on game four of the new madden release and you feel like you're slowly dying.

he was kind at first, letting you lay against him, keeping an ear free so you could babble to him. then, his friends joined and it became a real competition. you could see the passion in his eyes enhance, he was no longer actively listening.

it took three tries at his name before his eyes left the screen, just for two milliseconds, 'yeah?' focus back on the game, his tongue pokes out the corner off his mouth when he dodges and passes the ball off.

'are we done talking now?' another look at your face, you don't look upset. 'just let me do one game, okay?' you know it's never just one game.

'oh-' peter relaxes into the back of the couch, his headphones knocked back into place by a bump with his shoulder. 'kay.'

five minutes pass, he hasn't said one thing to you. peter's talking and laughing with his friends over the mic, you've watched a video on loop three times, peter would find it funny, and he's right there.

you sit up and pat on his arm, nothing. you tap again while using his name. 'peter,' he finishes his thought before freeing up his right ear. peter doesn't even respond, he just looks at you.

'look,' you shove your phone out, then flashes his eyes between the tv and your phone. 'no, no, i'm here.' his fingers spam buttons. you lost his attention in four seconds, you make a notion to squirm as far away from him as possible, even slightly bending your knees so peter couldn't touch you.

the sudden cold has peter notice your new position, he actually drops the controller and mutes his mic, leaning over towards you. 'sorry, let me see it.' you narrow your eyes, 'you don't care.'

'i care. i'm missing points right now and betting berated.' you reach a leg out to softly kick his thigh. 'fine. go back to your game, i'll just be here.'

peter can't pick up on shit when he's distracted.

'you sure? want me to get you anything?' there's never been a time in his life he's so desperate for a no. the controller's back in peter's hands, you pout at him, he blinks.

'no, guess not.'

you ignore him the rest of the game, the second it ends he looks at you with a teeny smile, you read right through it. 'you said one game.' peter raises his hands, 'i know i did, but my friends just got on. one more game? please?'

'i'll go home.' you scramble to sit up, peter pushes you back down with ease. 'c'mon, trouble. don't be like that, i like hanging out with you.'

'you're not hanging out with me, i'm watching you play a game.' peter's eyebrow quirks, 'what about love languages and quality time?' you frown, 'don't use my words against me.'

peter knows how to make you putty, expertly sliding between your legs to hold himself up by an arm next to your head. he kisses you slow and soft, 'please, trouble? one more?'

you nod, aching for one more kiss. it's not as slow or soft, he pulls away from you in a second, his headset back on. 'got the pass, let's go.'

peter's words offend you, if he thinks he can play you, he's wrong. you know how to play the game better then he does, boldly sitting up, you tug your shirt off. it takes a few seconds, but when he looks over, peter's staring at your chest and his controller drops.

'oh, shit.' whatever chatter he heard wasn't registering.

'nevermind. i gotta go.' it was the quickest you've ever seen him turn off his console.

peter's hands mime a squeeze, 'boobies. can i have boobies?' you block his viewing pleasure with your palms. 'you were dismissive to the one with the boobies.'

'i'm so sorry, i should've watched your video. i shouldn't have asked for another game, you're so much better than a playstation. now boobies?'

you consider his words, then drop your hands, he cheers. 

[deathbyyoongx]

everytime; chapter 6 — myg

╭ chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ...

╭ word count: 5k

╭ summary: Everyone knew Min Yoongi as the guy who wouldn't say no to a nice pair of tits. His cocky attitude and stunning looks made it hard for most girls to resist. And even though you would like to say you're not like the others in that aspect, you unfortunately happened to be his ex. But even though you despised his guts for the last 3 years or so, he somehow managed to find himself a way between your legs on one semi-drunk night.

╭ pairing: fuckboy!yoongi x ex!reader

╭ genre: smut, angst, bit of fluff, more smut

╭ warnings: enemies to fwb, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, jealous ex!jungkook, bestfriend!jimin, hate sex, yoongi has a degrading kink but so does yn, brat taming, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, hickeys, choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE GUYS!), creampie, praise kink, hand kink, possessive yoongi, sexual content ofc, mentions of drinking, ...

╭ author's note: this fic is inspired by the song everytime by ariana grande. I also recommend using the chrome extension InteractiveFics for a better reading experience ;)

I'm sorry my dear readers it took so long. My life has been so busy this summer, but I'll finally have some free time soon. Not fully satisfied with this chapter, but I hope you'll still enjoy it <3

08/09/2023

The inevitable happened. Jungkook was standing in front of your door, right here, right now. You knew ignoring him was a bad idea and this was bound to happen from the start if you kept avoiding him. It also didn’t help that he interrupted your little self-love session which involved you pleasuring yourself by the mere thought of Min Yoongi. You’ve become your greatest self-saboteur. You just kept rethinking that night you were at his house where you were too much of a pussy to make a move. The scenario of that morning where he was just on display for you, ready for you to get rid of his morning wood. But no, you didn’t dare. The words of Yoongi just echoed through your head. ‘You’re a lot of talk when you’re drunk, but sober you’re such a pussy.’ You hated the fact he was right. But, back to Jungkook, before you were getting even more worked up.

“Look, I wasn’t planning to come over,” Jungkook said with a pleading expression, looking very apologetic about the fact he was bothering you today, making you feel even worse about ignoring him. “But I had plans with Joon and since you live right next to him, I just wanted to check on you for a second.”

No matter what happened between you and Jungkook, you could never be mad at him. You’ve known him for some time now, and you just knew how sweet that boy was. Whenever you’d text him in need, there he was. Whenever you wanted advice, a hug, or just a good laugh, there he was in front of your door. And that’s why you couldn’t break his heart again. You just knew how disappointed and heartbroken he’d become if he’d known about your little affair with Yoongi. You didn’t owe him anything, you knew that. You also knew, that the longer you postponed telling him, the worse he’d react. But every time you wanted to tell him, your heart blocked you off. “That’s sweet Jungkook, I’m fine though.”

“You've been distant, I barely hear from you anymore. Did I do something wrong?” Suddenly, you felt really bad about ignoring Jungkook as soon as he asked that.

“I know and I’m sorry. I’ve just been busy lately.” Oh, and busy you were, but for all the wrong reasons.

“With the move probably?”

“Yeah.” It wasn’t a lie, you have finally packed out all of your stuff, but it also wasn't the complete truth. But as long as you didn't lie, it didn't make you feel too bad. “Sorry if I made you think I forgot about you.”

“It's fine, u know I can't be mad at you.” Likewise. “Maybe I got too worked up over nothing.” Jungkook stayed quiet for a second. “If you want, I can ask Namjoon if you could join us. It has been a while since we’ve hung out.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Jungkook’s suggestion. “That's sweet, but I'm a bit tired.” And very horny cause you interrupted my little fantasy of Yoongi. “But I’ll text you to hang out as soon as possible, okay? I promise.” You held out your pinky finger to enhance your promise, waiting for him to link his with yours. 

Jungkook smiled, teeth showing as well. You’ve been keeping promises like this ever since college. “Alright then.” He said while he linked his pinky with yours. “See you later.” After your wholesome goodbye with Jungkook, it was time to continue your sinful ‘fingerpainting’ session again if you wanted to function for the rest of the evening. Because, damn, did the idea of Yoongi drive you insane. But the moment you spread your legs again, that dreadful message of that girl popped back in your head, making you cancel all plans you had to finger yourself at the thought of that fuckboy. Remember that name Eunha? Yes, we all do. One thing led to another and now you were looking up her profile by searching through Yoongi’s followers. You hated her already. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, but you saw her feed was full of pictures of her and Yoongi. “Argh-“ You groaned out loud out of frustration. How could you compare to these beauties? You rarely felt insecure, but when it came to Yoongi? Damn, it’s as if confidence never crossed your path. The mere thought of Yoongi spending another night with another girl made you groan out loud out of resentment. You just kept telling yourself: ‘You know he’s a fuckboy, you shouldn’t obsess over this’. You were putting yourself in this situation. But the feeling of him wanting you just was too addictive. You couldn’t even differentiate the feeling of lust and love anymore around him. You just knew one thing for sure, you wanted him. That’s it. There was only one rational thing left to do now. Send him a nude. After some awkward posing half-naked in front of your full-body mirror, only wearing some black lace panties, you finally took a picture you were more than satisfied with. A proud smirk formed on your lips as you sent the picture to him with the caption ‘so long till Friday :(’.

Sent.

Where had your rational thinking gone whenever it came to Yoongi? You wouldn’t have done this for any other guy, but him? That man just made you do irrational things. You pulled on an oversized shirt as you just continued to scroll down Instagram, further stalking the girls that you saw tagged Yoongi in their posts. Not only the fact that there were other pretty girls that we’re fucking Yoongi was bothering you, but also the fact that it was so fucking many. This was just bound to happen. A hot successful single man in his twenties that loved to fuck around and was also good at fucking around? Of course girls would scurry to him like hungry rats. Maybe you shouldn’t think of those girls as rats, you bet they were lovely girls that, like you, couldn’t resist the charms of Mister Min Yoongi. This was your jealousy talking, but why were you so jealous…?

[21:06] Yoongi: Come over

The notification of Yoongi’s message popped up on your screen like a sign from above. You really wanted to come over, but you need to toy with him was even bigger. Plus, you were a bit irritated by scrolling through all those girls’ Instagram accounts, so no way in hell were you going to give in that easily.

[21:07] y/n: why would I head over to your house at this hour? It’s so dark out.

[21:07] Yoongi: you’re right

[21:08] Yoongi: on my way

Wait, what?!

Was he…really planning to come over? His text made you jump out of your seat and head as quickly as possible to the bathroom for a quick shower. You were all sweaty and stinky from work, no way that you could let him see or smell you like this. It took you an impressive 15 minutes to get ready, almost a new record. So there you were, casually sitting on your couch, acting as if you were not expecting anyone to ring the doorbell anytime soon.

Ding dong

An instantaneous smile formed on your lips, slapping yourself on the face to get rid of it as you jumped out of your seat. You gave yourself a last glance at the TV reflection, just to make sure you looked presentable. You fixed your hair and opened the front door, revealing a handsome-looking Yoongi, per usual. “Hi Yoon-” But the sudden feeling of his lips on yours interrupted your greeting. 

He gently pushed you inside, closing the door behind him. “You’re such a tease.” He whispered in between kisses. His touch was gentle as if he was savouring every taste, this time not planning on another night of just talking. He deepened the kiss, his tongue gently teasing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. No time could be wasted as your desires had been suppressed by your cowardness last night. You needed him now. You led Yoongi to your bedroom, a trail of stumbling over one another as you just couldn’t keep your lips off of each other. It became apparent neither of you were planning to take it slow by the way you were tucking on each other’s clothing, desperate to take them off this instant. In a swift motion, Yoongi took off your shirt, making him smirk at the sight of those familiar black-laced panties. He pushed you onto the bed before taking off his shirt as well, revealing his lean body and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your eyes travelled from his face to his neck, chest, and abs until they stopped as his ever-growing erection that was desperately waiting to be released from his jeans. He noticed your staring, making him say. “This is all yours.”

He hovered over you, pushing you further on the bed as his lips followed yours. “My girl got needy for my cock, huh?” 

“Just a cock, to be honest.” You were really not into the whole ‘I’m going to stroke his ego even further’, not because you didn’t want to necessarily, but because you were a whore for him putting you in your place.

“You say that, but I bet you only sent that picture to me, didn’t you?” You were quiet, which made your answer all too obvious. “That’s what I thought.” Yoongi pulled back for a second, taking his time to admire your body which he can’t seem to get enough of. The way the lingerie complimented your curves, looking too pretty to take off. “You never feel to amaze me, damn-” You felt your cheeks heat up out of embarrassment, making him smirk out of satisfaction. “Getting shy, huh? That’s how I know my girl.” He whispered in a husky tone before his lips met your neck. 

Yoongi’s lips on your neck made you shiver, holding onto his shoulders for support. “No hickeys please, I have to work tomorrow.”

His hands travelled towards your core, gently rubbing against the already wet cloth in a teasing manner. “I’ll try.” He said before kissing you again, feeling him smirk against your lips. “I’m almost flattered how worked up you get from me.” He moved the slip of your panty to the side, his fingers finding their way to your soaked entrance. He glided his middle finger between your folds, using your own wetness as lubrication as he gently applied pressure on your sweet spot. A small whimper left your lips as your hands tightened themselves around Yoongi’s upper arms, making you realize how buffed he had gotten over the years. His middle and index finger hugged around your clit, slowly and teasingly circling around it, making it hard for you not to slip out a few moans. While your eyes were closed as you felt yourself getting lost in the pleasure, Yoongi's, however, were fixed on you as if he were studying you. Adjusting his every move by the way you reacted to it, unconsciously remembering how you like it. The way his hardness was pressed against his jeans made it almost seem like it was going to tear any second now, but how couldn’t he? Seeing you desperate for his touch was one of his biggest turn-ons, but there was one small thing leaving him not fully satisfied. “You can be louder than that.” Yoongi whispered in your ear, the tone of his voice low with a slight rasp. “I want to hear you.”

“I have thin walls.” You let out, gasping for air due to you covering your mouth to keep yourself down.

“Namjoon will not care.” Yoongi purred as he increased his pace, making it even harder for you to control yourself. He knew your neighbour and mutual friend liked to mess around himself, but that wasn’t the problem…  

“Jungkook’s visiting him.” You said without thinking twice., almost regretting it instantly after those words spilled from your mouth.

“Uhu.” He said sternly, removing his hand from your precious core as the air was getting filled with anticipation. “In that case.” Yoongi unbuckled his belt, pulling it off his waist in a swift motion. “Give me your hands.” Without putting much thought behind it, you did as you were told as you held your hands in front of you. With a firm grip, Yoongi grabbed your wrists and started wrapping his belt around it, tying your hands to the headboard of your bed. Oh no…His fingertips were brushing down at the side of your legs, finding his way back to your most intimate area, carefully sliding down your panties. He felt empowered by your arousal, your cunt glistening from excitement. His lips followed suit, leaving a trail of heated kisses along your thighs before his tongue traced the slit of your hole. A small quiver left your lips as he pressed just the right amount of pressure on your clit, followed by short flicks. The world around you faded away as Yoongi focused solely on your pleasure, and you could tell he was trying to make a point by touching you with slow and teasing movements, making it hard for you not to whine out of sheer desperation. 

“Yoongi, please-” You softly moaned, feeling rather unsatisfied by the minimum fulfillment he was giving you. Yoongi, however, did not make a sound as he continued teasing you. Every time you expected him to apply more pressure or increase the pace, he pulled his tongue back, and it almost felt as if you could feel his smirk against you. Due to Yoongi’s solution to make you unable to muffle your moans, the silence of the room was getting filled by your desperation. A whimper, a moan, and eventually a cuss in a mixture of Yoongi’s name slipped your lips. “Fuck-” The pleasure intensified, building an undeniable tension that hung in the air, aching to be released. Slow but surely, Yoongi did give in to your needs, making you want to grab onto the bed sheets but being unable to. The way his tongue rolled on your sensitive nub, not only added to your pleasure but made his even more desperate. You became a moaning frustrated mess, every flick of Yoongi’s tongue feeling like a tease. “Just make me come, please-” You cried, hopelessly waiting for your sweet release. “Please-” Tears from desperation rolled down your face in a mix with your mascara, a sight Yoongi loved to see. 

Yoongi sat back up straight, wiping your wetness from his underlip. He looked at you with full earnestness, smirking at the state of your body out of amusement, a hint of sadism in his eyes. “Beg for it, tell me how much you want it.” He said in full seriousness, his eyes shimmering with pure lust and desire. His fingers were tracing the entrance from your folds, gently applying pleasure at the most sacred part. “Loud enough for me to hear it.” He smirked again.

“Yoongi-ah-“ He took your clit between his fingers again, using a quick circular motion to receive a reaction from you. “Please, please, please-” smirking at the tears mixed with your mascara rolling down your face. “I need you to make me come. You can do whatever you want with me, but just make me come.” With every move, you felt yourself growing closer, letting out another loud whine as he abruptly removed his fingers from you. You watched Yoongi lick his fingers as if you were a delicacy before he started unzipping his jeans for his own comfort. “Yoongi-” You called, rubbing your legs together to feel some sort of release.

After Yoongi took his jeans off, his boxers were the only thing away from revealing himself. “I know baby, I know.” He placed his hands on your thighs again, spreading your legs again, preventing you from continuing to self-pleasure yourself. “Does my girl want to cum?” Yoongi’s fingers softly caressed your slit, driving you even more horny and insane. A moan that sounded like a yes left your lips. “Hmh?” He teased as his fingers left again.

Feeling the absence of Yoongi’s touch was what drove you to sheer and utter desperation. “My fucking god-yes! Please, Yoongi, let me cum. I need you so badly right now.” You cried, more tears leaving your eyes. The louder your pleads got, the more satisfied he was. “Yoongi please-” 

Yoongi let out an amused chuckle. “Look how desperate you are for me. What would your friends think if they heard you like this? Especially the neighbours.” He said, sure to emphasize that last part.

“I don’t care anymore, I just need you.”

“Good.” Yoongi placed your legs on his shoulders, keeping your thighs in a steady distance, his grip making it unable for you to move. His tongue tracing, what felt like love letters, on your aching clit, every flick driving you closer to your orgasm. After all that teasing, it didn’t take long for you to get there, feeling the knot in your lower body growing stronger. 

“Yes, yes, oh my fuck-yes!” With an arched back and trembling legs, you finally reached your long-postponed climax, which was more intense than your body seemed to handle. And it felt as if you could feel it until the tips of your fingers, leaving your body in exhaustion. “Fuck Yoongi-“ You heavily panted, feeling his tongue still on your clit. “I’m too sensitive.” You whimpered, making him pull away.

“Awe, are you now?” He said with fake pity.

“Uhu.” You pleaded.

“Was it a bit too intense for my girl?” He asked, making you hum another ‘uhu’. “Poor thing.” He leaned in to kiss you, feeling his hand going near your back to take your bra off. “I want to see all of you.”

As you were catching your breath, heavily panting, you watched him take his briefs off which were covered in precum. “You’re doing so good, baby. Do you want the rest?” Was Yoongi’s way of asking for further consent, giving his dick a few slow strokes as he looked at you. You eagerly nodded your head, making him grin. “Of course you do.” Before he fully entered you, he traced the slit of your entrance with the tip of his dick, teasing himself before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A drawn-out moan left his lips by the way your walls tightly hugged around him, a soft cuss slipping in between. He slowly and slightly pulled out of you, his cock glistening with the coat of your fluids around him. “I’ve missed you.” He groaned before thrusting in and out of you again. He was going rather slow as if he was savouring every thrust. “My pretty girl.” His hands were on your thighs, keeping your legs up for maximum access. You wanted to hold onto him, digging your nails into his back as your personal mark on him, but his personal handcuffs made that not an option. His thumb found your clit again, making your walls clench around him as he wanted to make you cum again. “Shit-” 

“I want to touch you, please Yoongi.” You pleaded as you were tucking on your personal prison. 

Heavy breaths left Yoongi’s lips. “Hmh, do you know?” He teased, that menacing smirk plastered on his face again. He slowly slid himself fully into you and you were pretty sure you could feel his tip touching the entrance of your cervix. “Shit-” After that, Yoongi increased his pace and you could already feel your legs shake. Hearing your moans as he filled you up was music to his ears. “And risking you covering your mouth again? No way. I want to hear my girl.” You wanted to tell him you’ll be a good girl and won’t do that, but he upped the pace again, making it hard for you to speak in general. Your tits were bouncing heavily on your chest, which was a beautiful sight to see for Yoongi. He quickly combed his hand through his hair, preventing his hair from blocking the sight he had in front of him. Sweat drops were forming on his forehead, making his hair damp but, fuck, did he look hot right now. Even though Yoongi was mostly focused on his pleasure as he thrust in and out of you, he made sure not to forget about you by the way his thumb was rubbing against your clit, feeling your walls clench around him as you were getting closer to your climax. Your moans were only getting louder, and in the back of your head, you knew you were going to have to explain yourself to your neighbour and friend tomorrow. “I want to feel you cum around my dick.” Yoongi groaned, his rasp indicating he was almost there. He slowed down the pace, focusing more on his finger work so you would get another round of pleasure.

“Oh god-“ You moaned as you felt another wave of ecstasy waiting for you. “Yes, yes-“ It felt as if his thumb was vibrating against your clit, your mind not fully comprehending how the fuck he did that. “I’m gonna-” But instead of the words, the loud moan that left your lips and the way your walls clenched around him, made it clear you reached your peak, making Yoongi increase his paste of fucking you.

The mixture of his postponed climax as protection of his ego and the sounds you were making, made him only seconds away of coming undone. To your surprise, he slid himself out of you, stroking himself down until you felt his cum on you, painting your whole body with it. A loud groan left his throat, head thrown back in pleasure. He stopped jerking himself off, taking a few deep breaths before looking back at you, staring like you were a masterwork. “My favourite looks so beautiful.” He smirked, kissing you softly before untying you. Your wrist hurt from the tightness of his belt, but for some reason, you really didn’t seem to mind. “Let me clean you up first.” Before Yoongi got up to go to the bathroom, he gave you one last kiss on the lips, taking his time before parting lips. You watch him leave the room, quickly finding his way to your bathroom as if he has been here before. You couldn’t sit up straight without making a mess since, yeah, you were covered in cum. It was almost impressive. Yoongi quickly came back, placing himself between your legs again for easy access. He was holding a wet towel, and when he was wiping away his hard work, you noticed he made it lukewarm just for your comfort. As he got you clean again, he leaned in to kiss you again, kissing your neck before kissing your lips. He gently cupped your face in the palm of his hand, looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes as he parted his lips with yours. “You did so good.” He whispered softly, his thumb slightly caressing your cheek. 

You placed your hand on his and for some reason, your heart felt heavy. “Please stay the night.” You said with pleading eyes, making Yoongi smile softly at you. 

“I had no intention of doing anything else.” He removed himself from the bed, grabbing his briefs again. “You want to wear my T-shirt?” He smiled as he put back his underwear, knowing how much you loved to sleep in them. You happily nodded, putting it on as soon as he handed it to you. Before Yoongi placed himself back next to you, he couldn’t help but notice the wall of pictures on one of y our bedroom walls. And the longer he started down that wall of pictures, the longer he kept staring at one photo in particular. “You still have that picture of us.”

You looked away from Yoongi for a second, even though you knew exactly what photo he was talking about. “Yeah, I do.” It was a selfie you had taken with him, back when the two of you were 17. You could tell you were young by the way you two looked. It just happened to be one of your favourite photos of all time. Not because of quality or how aesthetically pleasing the picture looked, but because it just locked many memories. The most beautiful memories with Yoongi to be exact. That’s when you reminisced about the time with him again. Him waiting after classes so he could walk home with you. He asked if he could do his homework at your place, even though you two did everything besides homework. And just the way he used to love you was so gentle and loving, nothing like he was now. You were his and his only. “It’s one of my favourites, actually.” You just felt a need to say that.

“One of your favourite pictures is one where I’m in the frame?” He teased as he got back in bed with you, pulling you by the waist to have you close to him. He didn’t ask because he thought you were weird for calling a photo with your ex ‘one of your favourites’, but rather out of reassurance that it really was your favourite, even though he was in it.

“Yes, it was before you were a dick” You chuckled, even though you didn’t really mean it. “I have a lot of good memories linked to you, you know. They’re not all bad.” You explained, the tone in your voice slightly saddening as memories and emotions of your breakup entered your head. “Besides, you were my favourite at some point, so it’s not that weird.” That’s when Yoongi’s words from before echoed through your head again. ‘My favourite looks beautiful’ Did he really mean that or was it just a heat of the moment kind of thing? 

It was one of the few moments where Yoongi was the one who seemed to want to say something but stayed quiet instead. He seemed…conflicted. There was a brief moment when he looked happy, but then a hint of sadness waved over it. You couldn’t read his emotions and it made you frustrated. “Likewise.” That was all he said, but you knew Yoongi well enough to know that there was more on his mind. 

When you woke up the next morning, a lack of a presence beside you made you wake up quicker than usual. After a few blinks, you noticed Yoongi wasn’t lying beside you. You felt your heartache, unknown why he wasn’t there. Your mind went to start thinking of the worst again, but before you could fully feel your heartbreak, you saw a little note on your bedside table. “Had an important meeting. Sorry, I couldn’t stay.” All your worries were suddenly washed over as you read the last sentence. “See you soon though :]” You felt like a teen again by the way you got so excited over a written note, making you put it in your drawer so you wouldn’t lose it. Besides Yoongi’s scent lingering throughout your apartment, you noticed an unfamiliar object lying neatly on your bedside table as well. And that’s when you realized…

Those were the panties you had lost at Hoseok’s party.

Rarely enough, you decided to have your lunch break with Jia. Usually, you would make some lame ass excuse as to why you couldn’t have your break together with her, avoiding any opportunity she could have to talk about Yoongi’s dick again. But today, you felt brave, agreeing you would eat together, making her ecstatic. “Please y/n?! You have to come!” Jia has been desperately trying to convince you to come clubbing with her for the last half hour or so. Guilt brews inside your gut as she’s unknown to the idea of Yoongi and you. How would she even react? She couldn’t be that mad since half of her friends have been sharing him. And the more you started to think about it, the more disturbed you were about that thought. “I bet you’ll love it.” 

You doubted that. You enjoyed going home after a long work shift, but she does seem very persistent. Maybe you should go. “Alright…you convinced me.” 

“Ugh, finally! You’ll have a great time, I promise! You can even bring your boo Jungkook” She teased before taking a big bite of your lunch, continuing to speak with a full mouth after that.

“Don’t say that-“

“If you don’t want him I sure wouldn’t mind taking a bite of that”

Jesus.

“I’ll ask him.” You smiled, making Jia hug you out of sheer happiness. You felt bad again. You knew Jia liked you, but all you could think about was Yoongi doing the things he did with you yesterday with her. It made you grow resentful towards her, even though she didn’t do anything wrong. You thought maybe, tomorrow, you wouldn’t feel like that anymore. You could see her in another light if it was just you and her and maybe some of her friends. Those friends who probably have had sex with Yoongi too though…No! You were not going to think like this! No man was going to ruin the beautiful opportunity of two women becoming friends. Especially a fuckboy like Yoongi. For a short while you thought you were above casual hookups, but lately you’ve been taking that thought into question.

Before your break was over, you texted the idea to Jungkook, hoping he’d say yes because no way were you going to survive that night without a familiar face. To your surprise, Jungkook wasn’t against the idea of clubbing with you after you texted him. On the contrary, he seemed to be really excited about it, telling you he has always wanted to do something like that with you. This makes you think there must be some underlying motivation for his answer.

Or maybe you were just overthinking it?

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[thebottomfromhell]

Hello. I’m very like your blog. It’s very interested to read. English is not my first language so if I accidentally write something wrong the meaning or some words wrong the pronunciation, please forgive for my mistake.

I’m wondering if you can please do like the Uppermoons accidentally hurt their female human reader who is the love of their life. Like they’re having an argument with the reader and they accidentally hurt their reader feeling or their self-esteem or attack their reader, not on purpose (maybe) and their reader dislike that so they just leaving them.

And in one night, the Uppermoons just go in their reader house as usual to find them but they’re not there and the Uppermoons just couldn’t find them anywhere by that.

It’s a pleasure for me to know that you gladly to it and once again. I’m very love your blog, it’s very interested to read it :]

I'm glad you are liking my posts, I'm sorry this took so long to come out, also I excluded Hantengu's main body because I didn't know how to add him to this prompt. I hope you like it.

Also, I wanted to add Nakime but she would not fir in the prompt, both in saying something hurtful to someone she actually cares about and, most importantly, letting you leave 🥲 I need to write a One-Shot of her with how little I know how to add her in things 😭 Hantengu main Body is also not here for that same reason.

Uppermoons (minus Hantengu main body & Nakime) hurt Female Human Reader and she leaves

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Sad endings,Toxic relationships, Verbal abuse, Excesive use of violence and Threads of death to reader.

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

"I'M TELLING YOU HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU MORE THAN HE LOVES ME! HE IS MY ONII-CHAN! YOU ARE JUST A WEAK UGLY HUMAN! HE WILL LIVE WITHOUT YOU WEEL ENOUGH SOONER OR LATER NO MATTER WHAT!" Daki doesn't like you, you knew that from the start, she alwaya tries to get in between you and Gyutaro. You have tried telling him that she is constantly being awful to you, but besides telling her to be nicer, he doesn't do anything. He doesn't scold her, punish her or even take your side on the argument.

You have had enough, you don't even remember your exact words, but you told Daki off. You called her a brat, a bitch, a parasyte and said worthless and useless somewhere in between, that is what you remember, and the next thing you knew Daki started crying. That was enough for Gyutaro to show up and start comforting her, giving you the nasty eye. "What did you expect me to do? Just stand there while being insulted? You never defend me!" But Gyutaro is not taking it. "FUCK OFF! NE!"

He faces you, angry. "You think you can compete with her?! Ne? Insult her?! My sister is worth more than ten times what you and your worthless species are!" He didn't even look regretful after telling you that and... it hurt, it hurt a lot, knowing that he thinks that of you and... you already figured out you were only second to Daki, and being told that... "FINE! GO FUCK YOURSELF, YOU UGLY PRICK! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN NOT TO WASTE MY TIME WITH THE LIKES OF YOU!" And you leave, not planing in coming back, Gyutaro knows that, so he won't look for you. He will only stop Daki from hurting you one last time, but besides that? It's over.

Gyokko:

He says a lot of hurtful things when he gets upset, sometimes he says those things even when he is happy or bored. He doesn't like to hold his tongue, but he adores inflicting pain on others. Sometimes it's not even on purpose, he just has already rooted into his brain that.. well, you are a human, he is Upper 5. There is a difference, he is superior, in his mind, and can't comprehend why he would hide that thoughts. It's not that he constantly reminds you how he feels, it just casually comes up, but it still hurts.

You don't even remember what it was this time, you are probably mixing memories and if someone asked you to repeat what he said, you would not be able to do it, you just starting packing up your things and leaving. You can stay in a close inn, but you are not taking his crap a single more day. When he goes to your home, he finds it alone. "Mn? She left? How come she didn't tell me! Bet the stupid human forgot." It took him a few days for him to realize you left for good.

"That little BITCH! WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS!" He destroys your home, angry, his pride being more hurt than him, but that is still unacceptable. "The next time I see her, SHE DIES!"

Sekido:

Sekido says a lot of mean things when he is angry, and he is always angry. This is not the first time he calls you names, even if you were ok by this at first, it was general stuff like "little shit" or "woman", nothing really offensive in your book, but then... then the names became more personal. He started using personal information. The talk of the folk, your parents dissapointments, your ex's words, anything that would get under your skin. All of that because he is angry, and feeling the need of taking it out or something or someone.

"You know what?! I'm done! Get out!" He looks at you as if you were the one who offended him, as you were the problem. "Excuse me?" You don't want to hear it. "I SAID GET OUT! OUT OF MY HOUSE! LEAVE!" You start throwing things, desperate for him to leave, screaming, almost crying, as you feel your eyes hurt. After a while, he is gone... you have some minutes to relax... more or least. You breath harshly, trying to calm down, knowing he will return sooner or later. That is when you decide to grab your things and leave, go somewhere else.

By the time Sekido is back, you are gone... and he starts yo trash out your home. Everything is thrown, burned, ripped... your home... "Fuck her! If she wants to leave then that's her deal! Fucking useless human!" Sooner or later another clone will come to calm him down, but he won't be able to control himself the next time he sees you. You will be dead by then.

Karaku:

Karaku is not particulary hurtful, even if he is not careful with his words (unless he wants something), but he is nice, not good, but nice. Sometimes he makes jokes that might or might not be funny, it really depends. Again, he is not sensoring himself, so dark jokes might be offensive sometimes, specially considering his attitude towards humans. Sometimes it makes you feel.. a bit less, the way he talks about other humans around you, as if you and your kind where pigs or dogs.

Your have told him before, and he always says he will stop.... he never does. "Man, it's like they are all wanting to die. I mean, can you imagine running TOWARDS your natural predator? Only humans. I wonder how they got so far being so dumb.." He laughs and something inside you snaps, you look at him and know you can't continue like this. You don't say anything, just leave. Karaku doesn't follow you. You get home and pack your things, you need some space and safety, so you decide to spend some nights with someone close.

When he goes to your home, looking for you, you're gone. He looks for you inside, repeating several times the same places. He also looked in some odd places like the bathtub, under the bed and the wardrobe. Nothing. He went to look for you again the next night, and the next, and the next. The fourth night he got bored and decided to look for something else to do. He will move on.

Urogi:

Urogi hurts you a lot, but it's all physical and accidentally. You didn't think him able to use something intimate against you, but he did. You know you won't be getting an apology, he won't understand what he did was wrong. Come to think about it, there is a lot of harm he doesn't understand as hurtful. You were just remembering what he told you, trying to joke but only being offensive.

You thought about it, several time, if he did it once he can do it again, he will do it again. Also... is this how you want to spend the rest of your life? Trying to educate your partner? Is that what you want, girl? No. Not really, so, you decided to stop thinking about it and leave. You pack your things and leave over day, when he is away, and won't be able to follow you. You go somewhere else, staying with someone for a while, but you are not dtanding it any longer.

"Y/N! I'm back!" But you are already gone. He looks for you in the house to decide to wait for you, not understanding where you left or why. He waits in your house for days and nights, like a dog waiting for his owner. He really doesn't know why you are gone, but still thinks you might return if he waits. In the end the rest of the clones have to take him forcefully out of your housez destroying part of it in the process. Karaku says Urogi will heal with time, that he will forget you if they find him someone else. So they start looking.

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu is hurtful when he wants to be and only when he wants to be. It's cold, calculated, deep and meaningful. He can't help itz the fact that, that sadder, the most rooted is inside him. He barely does, but he knows how to make others sad, just like he is the sorrow clone. He doesn't like it, but sometimes... sometimes he just want others to feels as sad as they make him, even if it's not their fault, just his very nature as clone.

"Honestly, stop acting as if I couldn't kill you in a snap, don't forget you are just a sad human. Don't patronize me." Said one day he was feeling tired, tried to evade you but you kept following, trying to urge him to talk to you. You both stayed quiet a seconds before you leave, making him sigh. He is there when you start packing up your things, he can hear you, even if you think you are quiet. He knows you intend to go and not return.

And he does nothing about it. He doesn't even say goodbye or watch you leave, only sits and take pity on both. He is the sorrow clone, so the sadness of you leaving doesn't chsnge anything on him. He will move on, but for now he will mourn.

Akaza:

Akaza cares, you know that he does. Part of you feels guilty by this sense of hurt and betrayal when he hasn't done anything. He has never even glanced at other women, talked about others, Akaza is nothing but devoted to you, always ready to comfort, to nurture you. Then why you feel as if he is emotionally cheating on you? There is no other woman, but part of you knows... you ARE the other woman. And it hurts.

He loves you, but you can tell there is someone else he loves more, someone he misses and couldn't be with. You sometimes feel as you are nothing but a replacement. You try to comfort yourself, Akaza also comforts you when you feel bad, assuring you that there is no other woman, that he doesn't meet with anyone else. It's odd, because he is saying the truth, but at the same time.... "Koyuki." He said her name one day instead of yours, and that was all you needed.

"Y/N. Y/N! Please! I'm sorry! I don't know what came to me!" He apologies, almost crying, as you pack up, clearly wanting to stop you but afraid of hurting you if he touches you. You don't listen, you pack your things, only talking to him at the door. "It's over, Akaza. Don't follow me." And he obeys, he just stays there, crying for another missing love.

Douma:

Douma is... it's complicated, he really doesn't know better, because he doesn't know pain the same way you do. He doesn't know that pain... it's bad, you can't even start to comprehend how he doesn't understand that people don't like to be hurt, when he is above pain, sickness and death? When he can't feel anything. That is actually a big insecurity in the relationship, the fact that a traitorous voice in the back of your head reminds your "He can't feel anything, not even love towards you".

You have no idea why you did it, why you thought it was a good idea to ask, to voice out your insecurities... "Douma, what do you think about me? How do you feel for me?" but you did, and it was a mistake. He looks at you a few seconds, only to laught a bit. "Honestly? You are a bit interesting, nothing too much impressive, but I do enjoy being with you. I will make sure to eat you once I have got enough of you, though. I bet you will taste wonderful."

He probably thought he was complimenting you, but you didn't feel it that way. You felt unsafe and hurt, so you decided to leave when he wasn't looking in plain daylight. Douma doesn't look for you, but... if some night, when he is out to kill boredom and time, he finds you... the you will die.

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou ignores you, a lot. He also talks very little. Most part of the relationship you feel it as one-sided, you always have to reach out and even there you feel like you are not appreciated. Sometimes he even ignores you or look at you as if you did something wrong just by greeting him, as if you were annoying, a burden. You have tried to tell him, but as always, it seems to fall on deaf ears. This is not going to last, you know that.

All it took it was one time of him voicing ip this feelinsg instead of giving you a side-eye for you to have enough. "Would you stop bothering me, woman? I want to concentrate." And that was it, after the silent months, you had your limit. You went back home and packed your things to stay with a friend, you need to be with someone that shows care towards you. That is what you tell yourself.

After a month of you not going after him, Kokushibou decides to look after you. Then he finds you are not home, at first he worries, but seeing some of your things missings, he knows you did your choice. It's not his problem anymore then, so he leaves and never comes back. All with the same silence as always.

[that-tmr-girl]

Competition

You both see how far you can go in public without getting caught.

Public handjob, public oral (received and given), unprotected sex, praise kink, slight hair pulling kink

A little bit of competition is good in life. Great even. Competition when it comes to public though is risky. Especially, if nobody can know. Something like seeing who can be the most subtle when getting fucked somewhere in public. Aris or me?

Tonight we find out.

With him sitting at the table I started out slow. He was on the edge of his seat in the corner. With the table cloth it would take a good amount of effort to know what was happening.

I slowly unzipped his jeans before taking his cock in my hands. Starting to pump him, I heard him let out a quiet groan as I worked my magic. Increasing my pace as my other hand massaged his balls, I saw his fingers desperately clutching the sides of his chair making me smirk in satisfaction. Taking it a step further I licked his tip. Unable to help himself he ran his hands through my hair. Loving this even more than before I trailed my tongue on the side of his cock. Letting out another quiet moan, he made a makeshift ponytail in my hair. Finally taking all of him in my mouth, he pushed me further into him, causing his tip to hit the back of my throat. Wrapping my lips tighter around him as his grip on my hair tightened, things only got more interesting when someone pulled a chair out next to him.

Bobbing my head that remained on his lap, I started to hum around him. Despite tuning out whatever the conversation was, I could still hear that his words came out shaky. Sucking in my cheeks, I wrapped my hands around him and pumped what couldn't fit in my mouth. Hearing him let out a whimper as he twitched, I dared to moan. Shoving me into him even harder I closed my eyes as I relished in the feeling of him in my mouth. With him answering something after letting out a small whimper, I felt him twitch again. Humming one last time, he shot his hot seed down my throat. I swallowed all of it.

Still, I wasn't done. Hearing the person's footsteps leave, I moaned around him. Sensing his gaze, I looked up to see his eyes focused on me. Looking at him, I swirled my tongue around his tip causing him to cum once more. Letting out a quiet moan as he closed his eyes, I yet again happily swallowed his white liquids before pulling away. Looking at him with a smirk, he couldn't hide the small grin of his as he attempted to get his breathing under control.

He won this round, but I didn't mind. I got to pleasure him, and that is what it's all about.

I also know when it's my turn he's not holding back.

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Sitting at my desk, I kept my chin in my hand as I waited for my meeting. Bored out of my mind, when my door opened I knew it would only increase because it would be more paperwork.

Looking up, I saw it was the exact opposite. It was Aris, with his hands empty but a smug smile. I knew exactly what it meant.

"I've got a meeting soon. I can't-"

"So you forgot?"He grinned.

"No, but you were alone in a corner. Mostly,"I pointed out.

"And I have been waiting all week for this. To go down on you right under your own desk,"He shrugged.

"Aris-"

"I just want to taste you, and I know that you love my mouth,"He taunted. The reminder was enough to make me throw my head back and sigh.

"That's what I thought. So what do you say my pretty girl? You wanna let me rip your panties off?"

"When I'm going to be in a zoom meeting? Are you-"

"You could always give up,"He smirked.

"Fine. You wanna play? Let's make this really interesting."

"I like where this is going."

"If nobody sees anything off we find somewhere that isn't a table, and you have to entirely fuck me. Not just fingering or oral."

"Man, you're kinky."

"Deal?"I repeated.

"Deal,"He nodded.

The second the words left my mouth the sound of the first camera turning on sounded. Hearing it too, Aris crawled under my desk. Staying on his knees, I tried not to look down as he pulled my skirt up and placed his hands on my thighs. Despite more people joining the call, I pretended nothing was happening as he spread my legs wide open. Slowly circling my clit, my fingers twisted at his hair. Knowing what this was to me, he ran his fingers along my slit. Subconsciously leaning in my seat, I moved my body further towards him. Feeling his breath on my thigh, he bit down, making me whimper.

"You alright?"Someone asked, pulling me back to reality. I went to answer, but Aris traced his tongue along my folds making me pull at his hair even harsher as my body trembled in pleasure.

"Fine. Tired,"I managed to say. Accepting my answer, he went back to talking about something I didn't care about. All that mattered was Aris, his fingers, and his tongue. He wasn't exaggerating when he said that I love his mouth.

With him kissing my clit, I didn't let go of his hair and without realizing pushed his face further into me. Accepting it, enjoying it, he flicked his tongue against my clit. Biting my lip as his grip on my thighs tightened, not screaming felt damn near impossible. I had to though. I had to win.

Plunging his tongue inside of me, I cursed under my breath before dropping my head for just a moment. Like always his eyes were on me as he watched what he could do, what he was so talented at for some reason. I don't know how, but it was there, and it was always magical.

With him eating me out, I barely managed to lift my head an inch and pretend I could see the screen through black dots. Feeling him hum and send vibrations up my body, my breathing got heavy as he brought me closer to his orgasm. With his mouth still attached to my pussy, he placed my legs over his shoulders as he buried his head in my lap. Plunging two fingers into me and pumping while still sucking on my clit, I couldn't help but softly moan before firmly putting my bottom lip between my teeth. Seeing what I had to do to keep quiet made him aware that I was close. Pulling his fingers out, he plunged his tongue into me again. As I ran my hands through his beautiful brown locks, he moaned my name into me making the already tight knot in my stomach worse. Doing this again, he made me reach my breaking point as I just let go while white stars clouded my vision.

Hearing the first person hang up, I frantically did the same. Aris lapped up my juices once I did before pulling his face away.

"I want to take you against the desk,"He breathed out.

"Somebody could walk in,"I pointed out.

"Then, they'll quickly run out,"He shrugged. As my body took over I put my laptop on the table next to me before throwing every paper on the floor. They don't matter right now. What matters is Aris cumming inside of me.

Getting off of his knees, Aris undid my heels and pulled my skirt down my legs before unbuttoning his pants. Taking off his shoes, he left himself bare waist down before bending me over the desk. Almost tearing my wet panties off, he placed his cock near my entrance.

"Are you ready princess?"He asked.

"Please,"I begged.

At my words, he nudged into me. Whimpering as I stretched around him, he stopped as his hands remained on my back. Staying in me, I dropped my head as I adjusted.

"Take your time babygirl. Let me know when I can fuck you,"He whispered. Closing my eyes, the pain turned to pleasure I moaned out for him to move.

Pulling out, he slammed back into me as his hands traveled to my hair. Running his fingers through it as he thrust inside of me, I let myself moan louder as he let out pleasured grunts. Already sensitive and soaked from my earlier orgasm, he slid in and out of me with ease. Pulling my hair harder and increasing his pace, I felt mt head go fuzzy as he hit my g-spot. Feeling my walls clench around him, he whispered soft praises, calling me his good girl, telling me I felt so good around his dick, telling me I always took him so well, always sounded so nice, looked so perfect. Each one brought me closer to my high as my walls tightened around him. "Oh fuck. Oh my fucking god. Aris. I'm gonna cum,"I moaned. "Do it. Cum on my dick,"He groaned, each thrust getting sloppier. Doing just that, I came to my release.

Still, he hadn't meaning he was still fucking me like his life depending on it. Slamming into me, he twitched inside of me, causing my walls to clench yet again. With another sloppy thrust, we both reached our breaking point. With him filling me up, both our liquids cascaded down my legs. When he pulled out and I was unable to feel any part of my body, I was surprised when he turned me around and set me on the desk.

"One more time,"He whispered.

"Are you asking or demanded?"I got out.

"I'm suggesting,"He answered. Instantly agreeing and giving away the ability to walk I took my shirt off. Placing himself between my legs, he kissed down my jaw and sucked on my collarbone. Moving more down my neck, he left sloppy kisses everywhere he could leaving me dripping yet again.

"Lay back so I can fuck you right, the way you deserve, pleasure you until you can't even breathe,"He listed. Doing as he said, I put my back on the table.

Pulling his shirt over his head, he threw it on the ground before getting on top of me. Leaning down, he swirled his tongue around one of my nipples while gently yet firmly pinching the other. Rubbing my legs together at the sensation, he knew what this was doing to me as he started biting at my chest, moving his mouth to my other one. Arching my back, I silently begged him to just put his cock inside of me already.

Remaining on top, he sunk into me. As I was already throwing my head back he let out a soft moan in my ear. Before I could react he slammed into my throbbing pussy. Full on screaming his name, each penetration only made me louder. He bit down on my shoulderblade to surpress his own noises. Pulling at his hair, I pressed my lips against his as he kept fucking me like it was all he knew how to do. Now moaning into each other's mouths, we savored the feeling, the feeling of him being inside of me, the place he belonged.

As if knowing what I was thinking he placed my arms above my head before intertwining our fingers. Pulling his mouth away with our tongues no longer grazing each other, our heavy breathing was clear as I gasped for air.

"Good girl. Such a good girl. Taking my dick so fucking well,"He repeated, causing the knot in my core to tighten. "Oh, oh, fuck. Aris. I'm close. I'm so-"

I couldn't finish my statement as he slammed even harder making me cum. Taking me by surprise, he pulled out and came on my stomach. Before I could react he was kissing on my thighs. Going to place his mouth back on my  pussy, I pushed him away as I recovered.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to leave you that sore,"He apologized, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, then forehead, then over every hickey on my neck.

"You just always feel so good,"He praised against my skin. "Always so tight,"He continued, pressing his lips to my neck again. "And look so pretty. Taste so sweet. You're so fucking addicting,"He mumbled, kissing my forehead again. "Did I mention that you feel good?"He repeated. I could only nod.

"Did I mention that you taste so intoxicating?"He asked. When I shook my head no he repeated it.

"And did I mention that I love you?"He checked.

"All the time. All the fucking time,"I panted.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you so much my princess,"He whispered, littering my face with more kisses before getting off. Without a word he pulled the "emergency" towel from my drawer and wiped the cum from my skin.

"You won, you know?"He asked. I nodded my head as my eyes closed. Pulling me in his arms, he placed me in my chair.

"Which means you never get to walk again the next time we're alone in public,"He stated. His words and tone left me horny all over again.

"I don't wanna walk now,"I demanded, pulling him onto my lap. With his eyes lighting up, he got ready to do just that.

All I can say is I'm so lucky I run this place because that entire night was full of praises, screaming, love-making, and as always, the best damn aftercare he could manage.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Complicated

Steve's version

Part 3 of 4

Warnings: Angst you've been warned, communication fail. Minors dni, 18+

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work ♥️

❤️

Steve closes his eyes groaning in pleasure as you kiss his neck, you're riding him and the most sinful moans are issuing from you.

He flips you over so you're squirming beneath him and begging for him to be inside of you.

"Patience sweetheart, I'm taking this slow" he caresses your cheek, wiping the tears away from them.

He sheaths inside you again, gentle and slower than before. Moving in measured paces until you're writing beneath him and whispering his name over and over again.

When the orgasm hits it feels different, so much more intense that Steve takes a second to catch his breath.

"Steve" your shaking from the intensity of own orgasm, clinging onto Steve.

"I know honey" he agrees and presses his lips to yours. Your eyes meet his and the words enter his mind, unbidden.

I love you.

He stills, then sits up running his hand through his hair. Shit. You sit up beside him and kiss his shoulder tenderly.

"What's wrong Steve?" he shakes his head assuring you he's fine and motions for you to cuddle up with him.

His mind is racing as you curl up beside him, head resting on his chest.

What the fuck was he meant to do now? Was he caught up in how mindblowing the sex was and confused his feelings?

No, no he knew he had been falling for you for a while now. He falls into an uneasy sleep as he thinks about what to do next.

The next day was even worse. Eddie had broke up with Chrissy, it was like he was just waiting for something to happen with you and Eddie.

He dreads the day that it will happen, he knows he's in love with you and it will fucking hurt when you leave.

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You didn't know what was wrong with Steve, it was like all of the walls that you had broken down were now up with full force.

He was strangely distant, not as affectionate as usual. Last night he hadn't even come vee to yours like he usually did.

What happened in the last few days to cause this? You rack your brain but can't think of anything you've done.

It took a second to remember that this was just physical. Your feelings had changed but maybe Steve's hadn't?

Did he want to end things? Was that it? Just the mere thought crushes your heart.

The more you thought of this, the more it made sense to you.

Eddie had sensed your upset and you were trying to put on a brave face but your mind was clouded with anxiety.

"You're quiet sweetheart?" he prompts as you listen to the new song he's wrote for Corroded Coffin, sharing a beer outside his trailer.

"Just a lot of things on my mind" You answer back and he places the guitar down, rasing his eyebrow.

"Steve?" you nod and let your frustrations pour out.

"One minute everything is fine, then it's like he's being distant, maybe he wants to end things, I don't know"

Eddie's jaw tightens and he wraps his arm around you.

"Do you want me to have a word with him and see what's going on?" you shake your head. That will just make things worse.

He's supposed to pick you up tonight but you don't know if that's still happening or not.

Eddie rubs your shoulder and it helps calm you down for a minute. You hear someone clear their throat and turn around to find Steve watching you and Eddie, Eddie's arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"Steve" seeing him completely brightens you up and you kiss him, excited to see him. He returns the kiss for a second then pulls away.

"Didn't mean to interrupt anything" There's that coldness to his voice again and you feel sick to your stomach.

"Can we talk Steve?" his face is blank as he agrees and Eddie offers for you to go inside with Steve.

"What's been with you these last few days? I don't understand what's happened to make you so.... closed off" he swallows, doesn't even meet your gaze.

"This is just sex. We both agreed, doesn't need to be anything more than that" the words sting and you feel the beginnings of tears form but push them back.

"That's still all this is to you? Sex?" you choke out. Eddie comes in at that point and looks at your tears then Steve.

"What the fuck is going on?" Steve ignores him and pushes past him as he walks away.

You miss the devastation on Steve's face as he does this. How he tries to keep it together as he gets back to his car.

It was obvious you still wanted to be with Eddie, he saw how close you two were. It feels like agony, he pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to chase the emotions away.

After a second he drives back home, feeling heartsore and cursing himself for thinking you could love him back.

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[pawnshopbleus]

Put Me in a Movie - Chapter Eight

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re a famous actress and he’s one of the greatest directors of all time. What happens when you get cast in his new movie?

Chapter Seven

Sleep came to you easily that night. Adrenaline was still hot and heavy in your veins as your head hit the pillow. You still couldn't believe it. Miguel actually fought someone for you. If he was willing to do that then, was he willing to do anything?

Stella called you early in the morning. By that time, your phone was already blowing up with messages and calls. People asking for your side of the story, people wanting to know the details. You hated people like that, desperate for the latest celebrity news. Maybe that way their lives could feel less lonely. 

"Hello," you said on the phone, voice still groggy from sleep.

"There is no way in hell that I just had to find out from Instagram that Miguel O'Hara fought someone for you," Stella sounded mad. Not at the fact that you had people fighting for you, but at the fact that she had to find out drama from a second party and not you. Stella hated being left out.

"Sorry, Stella Bella, I guess I just forgot." Stella groaned at the nickname. Stella Bella was a nickname that you came up with a few years back. She hated it and you loved that she hated it. 

Stella then proceeds to scold you for the next twenty minutes using almost every curse word in her vocabulary (which was a lot.) She told you that you needed to be more careful. She said that you had a "tendency to act out under the influence." Stella was your friend, but at the end of the day, she still worked for you. You were not going to stand for this blatant act of disrespect. 

"Stella, if you're going to call me and attack me for something that I didn't have control of, at least make your argument interesting, " and with that, you hung up the phone. No 'goodbye' or 'see you later' in sight.

You felt bad, but Stella needed to learn her place. Yes, she was your manager and in charge of your career, but she had no right to talk to you like that. You often missed the funny and witty banter that found its way into your conversations with Stella, but lately, those traits were soon replaced with criticism and hate. Hopefully, she will realize her mistake and apologize.

Later that day on set, you found yourself put off by random things that used to bring you joy. Like Peter's stories about his wife and daughter or Jessica's presence. All you were focused on was what you said to Stella that morning.

Your demeanor did not go unnoticed. A lot of people on set noticed that you were sort of off today. They could tell by the way that your laughter didn't fill the room when Robert, the guy operating the boom, said a stupid joke. 

Miguel noticed that you weren't wearing your bracelet. It was a bracelet your mother gave you before she passed away. You mentioned in an interview once that you never leave home without the bracelet and that if you did, something definitely was wrong.

Miguel let everyone out for lunch early.

"Can I speak with you for a moment?" Miguel asked you.

You nodded and let him guide you to a secluded spot. The action mimicked the one from last night. Your hand in his, guiding him to the dance floor.

"You seem off today," he commented.

"Oh, I'm fine, it's just something I said this morning." You told the truth, but that didn't mean it was the entire truth.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he sounded sincere. Miguel looked down at you, "I can't have my actors going around looking sad. There's work to be done, but if you have something bothering you then I need to know."

You contemplated telling him the entire truth. Would he look at you differently if he knew of the things you said to Stella?

You huffed. You were a grown woman and not to mention one of the greatest actresses of the century. You shouldn't feel sorry for yourself. It was your own fault for bridging the line between business and pleasure with Stella. She was a great person and all, but the only reason that the two of you met was because she saw your potential.

"No, nothing's bothering me. I just need to go and salvage a professional relationship. Other than that, everything's fine now." You thanked him for having that quick chat. You began walking away, eager to eat some lunch when Miguel stopped you. He placed his hand on your shoulder. His touch was light in comparison to the death grip he had on the man that called you bitch last night.

"I just wanted to apologize for last night," Miguel ran his hand through his perfectly styled hair, "I let my emotions get the best of me and I shouldn't have reacted that way."

Why the hell was he apologizing for sticking up for you? Maybe he felt bad because of how unprofessional it looked, but the two of you were dancing on each other seconds before the incident occurred.

Nevertheless, you smiled, "Thank you for the apology, Miguel." You left out the fact that you liked it, that you liked him. You liked the idea of Miguel protecting you. There weren't many things in life that you enjoyed. It was all becoming too repetitive, but he and Fern were the only two things keeping you from going insane. Without them, you were sure that you would have been on the long list of actors and actresses that died way too young.

You turned around once more and walked away. Miguel watched as you walked away and he couldn't help but sigh. At first, he wasn't going to apologize. Then he realized that that might be a dick move considering that his actions might have caused you discomfort or embarrassment. The last thing Miguel wanted was for you to feel those kinds of emotions.

Peter and Jessica immediately sensed your changing mood. The pep in your step was back and the sparkle in your eyes returned. You sat next to Jessica with your tray in hand and smiled at the two adults in front of you. You took your apple from your tray, threw it up with the left, and caught it with the right, giving them a show.

"Well, you sure seem happier," Jessica states matter-of-factly.

"I guess I stopped feeling sorry for myself. Plus, all my problems have solutions so no need to worry," you shrugged.

You needed to apologize to Stella and set professional boundaries. No talking about parties unless they were work events, no talking about personal problems, no gossiping like you were high schoolers, etcetera. And so you did, that night you stayed on the phone talking and devising plans with Stella on the way to navigate the future of your relationship. It would be hard considering your past, but the future is always something to look forward to.

"Glad to see you're all better." You'd received another text from another unknown number, but the number didn't stay unknown for long. This time, accompanying the text was a simple heart made out of a three, a less-than sign, and his name. A name so simple yet it was rich with meaning: Miguel.

You made sure to save the number this time. 

Chapter Nine

[mydarllinglover]

SafeHouse || Thirteen

Previous

"Of course Potter is a champion" Draco spat from his bed.

It was after the choosing of the champions and as per usual the four of us were in the guys dorm, I was lying at the end of Theo's bed and we were trying to make sense of what had happened.

"I wonder how he did it" Blaise thought

"With his stupid bloody Potter Privilege, thats how" Draco said

"Yes, but how would he have actually been able to put his name in the Goblet, with the age circle, you saw what happened to my brothers" I said

"Probably got someone else to do it, you know how everyone worships him, I bet Dumbledore did it" Theo said

"Think logical, please, he can't do that, He's headmaster and would probably get into lots of trouble with the Ministry, I'm pretty sure he would not risk it just for Harry, put your jealousy aside for just a moment maybe?

"Jealousy?!" All three of them said in Sync shooting up to stare at me

"What?"

"I am anything but Jealous or Potter" Draco said

"Yep, sure seems like it" I muttered.

"Take that back!" Theo demanded

"No." I crossed my arms

"Yes, Now Weasley, take it back right now!" Draco said

"Prove me wrong and I might"

Next thing I knew, Theo had jumped on me, knocking the air out

"Take it back!" He told me

"Your jealous of Harry" I said in a sing song tone

"No, I'm not" He said

"Yes you are" I laughed "You wanna be the Hogwarts Champion, but he is"

"There's so many reasons why I am not jealous of Potter"

"Oh really? like what"

"Well for starters, I'm the one on top of the Keira Weasley, He's not, I'm rich, I'm Handsome, me as well as all my friends are pure bloods, even you are, I have at least one parent thats alive"

"What?" I shoved him so I could sit up

"What" He repeated

"What do you mean at least one?" I asked

"Thats kind of personal, dont you think" Draco said

"Shit, Theo, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ask, I'm so sor-"

"It's fine, K, I don't need your sympathy, now take back your statement" He huffed

"Fine! I guess you're not jealous of Harry Potter, But I can't say the same for Draco"

"I am not!"

"Are too"

"Get out my-

"Our"

"Dorm, Weasley, right now!"

"With pleasure, I'll let you think of all the ways to best Harry this time, Toodles!" I waved before walking out and going to bed.

•

"Ron, you're being ridiculous, you don't actually think he did it to spite you, do you?" It was Breakfast the next day, I decided to sit with my brother who was clearly in a bad mood, and surprisingly not sat with Harry, who were practically attached at the hip, they were more linked then him and I, and we shared a womb for nine months.

"It's kind of typical, don't you think? Harry always find's some way to include himself"

"I think your being a little dramat-"

"Do you know what its like to have to compete with everyone, I have so many brothers that have all their things and I'm... just...just Ron, nothing special, and then my best friends bloody famous who saved the whole Wizarding world and now is competing in the Triwizard Tournament underage!" he huffed

"Okay, well first of all, We have the same brothers, we are in fact twins, just in case you forgot, and I'm also up against you, who is in fact best friends with the boy who lived, who risked his life in first year, and got an honery mention from Dumbledore for playing the best game of wizards chess. then did it again in second year and even went in the Chamber of Secrets and helped Harry. I've also got Ginny who in her first year had the worst, and she's the youngest child, and girl, so evidently Mum and Dad would be more interested in her. What did I do? become the first Weasley sorted into Slytherin and become friends with A Malfoy, a Nott and a Zabini. You're not just Ron you know and Mum and Dad are so proud of you, you realise that, right?"

"I still don't like them" He said

"Okay, I don't expect you to, I barely like them half the time, but they're also my friends, not yours."

"Please don't let them change you"

"They can't possibly do that if I barely even know who I am myself, and I've been friends with them for a year now, so get over it already. Now c'mon it's Sunday, stop mopping around and lets go do something, just me and you alright" I told him, standing up from the bench.

"Fine" He rolled his eyes "Let me just grab th-" He picked up a napkin and started cramming food in it

"Ronald, come on!"

"I am!"

It was a good day, refreshing, It's been a while since Ron and I had hung out, just the two of us and catching up on forgotten memories, I missed him, Sometimes I envied how close Fred and George were, I wished that we were like that, but we were both completely different with our own lives and friends.

•

"Why must you be so childish" I hissed at Draco whilst we waited outside for double potions.

"What, if you can wear a stupid spew badge, We can wear these" Draco said, nodding at his "POTTER STINKS" badge

"I'ts S.P.E.W and its a good cause, you're just being cruel" I crossed my arms "And the fact you two are on it as well, I expected better" I shook my head at Theo and Blaise.

"Hey! Don't bring us into it, Draco made us wear them"

"I did no such thing, Nott!" Draco glared at Theo.

"Are you saying you both can not stand up to a mean bully, who was once a ferret?"

"Weasley! I told you to never mention that" His eyes were wide as he narrowed his eyebrows

"You think I'll listen just becau-"

"Shut up! Potters coming" He cut me off, clamping his hand on my mouth

Harry and Hermione passed the corner, Harry looked at the Badges the other Slytherins were wearing, I saw the look in his eyes as soon as he saw the message

"support CEDRIC DIGGORY - the REAL Hogwarts Champion"

"Like them, Potter?" Draco asked him as they came closer

"Hey, Harry, Hermione" I greeted them

Before they had a chance to reply, Draco had already stepped in front of me

"This isn't all they do!- look!" He pressed the badge so the message turned. Grinning widely at Harry as he read the message.

"Stop being such a tosspot, Draco!" I told him as I hit his badge, turning it back into the Cedric one.

Harry was bright red as all the other Slytherins were howling with laughter, their own badges changing.

I hate this house.

I looked over to Ron, who was leaning on the wall with Dean and Seamus, third wheel.

He didn't do anything, he wasn't laughing, but he wasn't helping, like he normally would, how much longer is he going to stay mad at him.

"Oh, very funny" Hermione said sarcastically "Really witty"

"Malfoy, tell them to stop, its not funny" I hissed at him, so only he could hear

"Want one, Granger?" Draco ignored me, offering a badge out to her "I've got loads. But don't touch my hand, now. I've just washed it, you see, don't want a Mudblood sliming it up."

"Malfoy! Stop it!" I demanded.

Harry had yanked out his wand, students fled the corridor

"Harry!" Hermione said warningly.

"Go on, then, Potter" Draco said in a low tone, pulling out his own wand.

"No!" I grabbed his wrist "Please" But he just shrugged me off.

"Moody's not here to look after you now - do it, if you've got the guts -"

"Both of you, just put your wands away, Harry just ignore them" I said

"Harry, Stop!" Hermione said.

"Furnunculus!" Harry yelled.

"Densaugeo!" Draco screamed

The spells bounced, I ducked quickly to miss it as it hit Goyle in the Face, Hermione wasn't so lucky and got hit with Draco's.

Goyle had started growing great ugly boils. Hermione was clutching her mouth and whimpering with panic

"Hermione!" Ron rushed to her, I crossed the imaginary line of Harry and Draco's feud to reach her, Ron and I shared a nervous glance before looking back at Hermione, Ron pulled her hand away and we watched in horror as Her already long teeth were growing to her chin.

"Oh, Hermione, I'm so sorry" I Didn't know what to do

She let out another cry

"And what is all this about?" Snape had, finally, arrived.

The other Slytherins were shouting over each other to give their explanations, But Snape cut them off by pointing a finger at Harry and Draco "Explain."

"Potter attacked me, sir-"

"We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted over Draco.

"-and  he hit Goyle - look -"

"Hospital wing, Goyle" Snape said

"Malfoy got Hermione!" Ron said still holding her wrists"Look!" Ron forced Hermione to show Snape, her teeth were already at her collar.

Pansy and the other Slytherin girls, that I refused to associate myself with (even though we share a dorm) were giggling away.

"Parkinson, shut your pugface up" I barked at her

"I see no difference" Snape said, giving her a cold look

Hermione cried more, I pulled her towards me so she was crying on my shoulder, which hurt because her teeth were stabbing into me but that doesn't matter.

Ron and Harry were hurling insults at Snape, luckily because of the echo, you couldn't quite make out what they were saying but I guess he caught on.

"Lets see" Snape drawled out "Fifty points from Gryffindor and a detention each for Potter and Mr Weasley. Now get inside, or it'll be a week's worth of detentions."

"But Sir! Ron didn't-"

"Keira, leave it, take Hermione to the Hospital wing, yeah?" Ron told me.

I huffed before gently pushing Hermiones face out of my shoulder and held her hand before leading her off to Madam Pomfrey, Shoving Draco with my shoulder and shaking my head at the other two that just watched.

"It'll be okay, 'Mione, Pomfrey can fix it" I tried to reassure her.

"Miss Weasley" Snape called me, stopping us in our tracks "If you decide to leave my class without permission from me or another Professor, I will be forced to give you a detention, to make up for your absence"

"Sir!" I started but Hermione stopped me

"Just go, I'll be fine" She fought to say, through her teeth. I squeezed her hand one more time before reluctantly walking towards the potions door.

All three of the guys looked at me hopefully as I crossed their table but I took my seat with Harry, who was sat alone as Ron decided to sit with Dean and Seamus, God that boy holds grudges.

"Hi, Harry, I'm so sorry about all that, I swear I had nothing to do with it" I told him

"It's fine, Keira, don't worry about it" He said, giving me a smile but I could easily tell it was fake.

I took his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze "I bet you'll do amazing, Harry, and prove everyone wrong"

"Your boyfriends don't look too pleased" He told me, I turned to see all three of them staring at our hands in hate and Disgust

"Well good thing, that none of them are my boyfriends then, they're a bunch of pricks" That grabbed their attention like they were all in sync, all their eyes shot up to meet mine, Blaise turned around like nothing happened, Theo blushed before quickly turning away, But Draco's eyes lingered for a moment longer before turning.

I still hadn't let go of Harry's hand when Colin Creevey ran in, Ginny had told me all about the annoying curly blond boy that took pictures of everything he laid eyes on.

Turns out His brother was the one that fell in the lake.

"Yes?" Snape asked as the boy continued to stand there.

"Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter upstairs."

Colin's smile dropped instantly as Snape stared at him.

"Potter has another hour of Potions to complete, He will come upstairs when this class is finished."

"Sir- sir, Mr Bagman wants him" He stuttered "all the champions have got to go, I think they want to take photographs..." Colin then looked over to us, still holding hands, as soon as I saw part of his smile return I snatched my hand out of Harry's

"Very, very well" Snape snapped at the younger boy "Potter, leave your things here, I want you back down here later to test your antidote."

"Please, sir - he's got to take his things with him." Colin squeaked "All the champions -"

"Very well! Potter - take your bag and get out of my sight"

Harry grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder "See you, Keira" He muttered before walking down to the door

"Good luck, Harry" I called after him. Great Now I was alone.

•

I very much regretted sitting with Harry that day after the poisonous Rita Skeeter had published her article on Harry in the Daily Prophet.

Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, say's that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl, but our sources have told us that he has also been seen cosying up with, Best friend, Ronald Weasley's Twin Sister, Keira Weasley, who transferred here, last year and was the first in her family to be sorted into Slytherin. Am I sensing a high school love triangle?

It's been out for nearly two weeks and the guys still won't drop it after I decided to talk to them again which was dinner the same day, and that was also another of my regrets.

But It was Fred and George who lapped it up the most, as if it was the funniest thing they had ever seen.

"Our Baby sister, dating the Harry Potter"

"Our little sister in the paper"

"First Pucey now Harry, talk about downgrades" They teased, which hadn't helped because turns out The bitch Skeeter was eavesdropping, Which I had no idea how because I hadn't seen her anywhere.

Potter's girl! The boy or the Fame?! The heading read, mentioning how quickly I had moved on from relationships and delving into my Family's fortunes as if I were with Harry for his riches. Which I was not! Because I don't even like him.

•

The day of the first task had finally approached.

I was stood in the stands with Draco, Theo and Blaise, shivering.

All three of them were very excited about the Dragons, I had to admit, I was impressed and nervous, that they might break loose and attack us all.

I was more worried about Harry's. God, Please don't let him die in front of everyone, I might go after from second hand embarrassment.

He was last. Krum had just finished by retrieving his egg by besting the Chinese Fireball.

Harry had walked out from the tents. He would have to face a Hungarian Horntail. Of bloody course he would get that one

"My brother, Charlie told me about Hungarian Horntail's once" I said out loud "They're really vicious, and possessive of their eggs. Look at the spikes on its tail" I pointed

"I have got to admit, If Potter can pull this off, thats impressive" Blaise nodded

"And what happens if he doesn't?" Draco asked

"Then I guess I won't be the only one seeing Thestrals" Theo shrugged

"Theo- Thats really sad, but also don't say things like that! I'm sure he wont die, My brothers probably here keeping watch just in case. And also sorry about that" I gave a sympathetic look to Theo.

"Accio Firebolt" Harry had shouted from the enclosure.

The crowd continued to make noise but I drowned it out focusing on Harry and praying that he would be able to do this.

His broom came speeding towards him from the tree's.

Bagman was yelling from excitement whilst commentating.

Harry hopped on his broom and rose in the air quickly, my heart raced as he dove towards the Dragon, I thought it was going to jump out of my chest.

The Horntail then let out a stream of fire, harry dodging just in time.

"Great Scott, he can fly!" Bagman yelled "Are you watching this, Mr Krum?"

I gasped, slapping a hand to my mouth as Harry got hit in the shoulder by its tail.

"I can't watch this!" I squeaked before turning around so I was facing the opposite way, which was the front of Draco as he was stood behind me.

"So you're just going to stand like that the whole time?" Blaise asked

"Until its over, Yes"

"Stop being dramatic" Draco said

"I'm not, I just don't want to watch"

"Really? Because he's got the egg" Theo said

"Wait- really?!" I spun around, Harry had in fact managed to snatch the golden egg and was now lying up and around the stands. I instantly joined the crowd in screaming and applauding him, the guys...not so much.

"Look at that!" Bagman yelled "Will you look at that! Our youngest Champion is quickest to get his egg! Well, this is going to shorten the odds on Potter!"

"C'mon, I wanna go find Charlie!" I grinned up at them before running out the stands.

"Keira!" Charlie called when he caught sight of me running towards him

"Charlie!" I squealed "Why didn't you tell me anything about this, you knew!" I glared at him after letting go of the hug

"I couldn't, it would ruin the surpri- who's your friends?" He asked, Pointing at the three boys, furrowing his eyebrows

"Oh, right yeah, well Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, Meet my brother Charlie" I introduced them

"Wait, you mean Malfoy and Nott, as in Malfoy and Notts boys?" He looked back at me, completely ignoring them "You know about their dads right, How they were close with-" He whispered to me

"Charlie, shut up! Leave it alone, yeah?" I hissed at him

"Where's your boyfriend then?" He looked around

"Guess you missed it, he broke up with me in October" I shrugged

"No, I meant Harry, I saw the paper" he wiggled his eyebrows at me

"He's not my boyfriend, That was just Bloody Rita Skeeter!" I said "Oh, there's Harry, Congrats, you were amazing!" I told him as the three of them walked up. I froze for the tiniest second remembering Draco, Blaise and Theo were still stood there, forgetting about them whilst talking to Charlie.

"Oh, thanks Keira!" He grinned

"Come on, let's go" I turned to say to the guys who looked more than happy to leave.

•

"This is Bloody ridiculous!" I cried at breakfast

"is she still complaining about the ball?" Draco huffed

"yep!" Theo said, running his hands through his hair

"I'd say we are on Seven since finding out" Blaise said

"I haven't got a dress, I don't have a date! I don't even know how to dance!" I whined

"Hey, Keira! I was wondering if you wanted to go to the ball with me?" A Ravenclaw boy in my year asked

"No! piss off will you, go bother someone else!" I barked at them

"Thats the third guy you've turned down just this morning" Theo said

"I thought girls were supposed to be into all this stuff" Blaise said to the other two.

"I dont know, she isn't much of a girl, is she" Draco replied

"Excuse me!?" I gasped harshly at him "Maybe it's because im panicking and worried, not because "im not much of a girl" you absolute arse!" I glared at him.

As soon as I had finished my sentence owls swarmed into the hall carrying parcels and letters, what surprised me was when a beautiful brown feathered barn owl dropped a brown paper parcel in front of me.

"whats that?" Theo asked

"I have no idea" I looked at it in confusion, before tearing the paper "Merlin!" I inhaled sharply

"I guess thats one of your problems sorted" Blaise shrugged.

"what is it?" Theo asked, leaning on the table to see better

"its a dress, but from who?" Draco asked staring at it in confusion, the same as the rest of us

"I have no idea" I said, covering the dress back up and slipping my bag on to go back to my dorm

"wait where are you going?" Blaise asked

"to go try it on" I said without looking up from the parcel and continuing out of the hall.

"But we have classes!" Theo called after me.

•

"Miss Weasley, how nice of you to finally join us" Snape sneered when I  walked into the hall, Apparently it was mandatory to have dance and prep lessons for the ball.

"Thought I would make an appearance." I shrugged, before walking over to the guys that were in the corner, looking bored and annoyed.

"Not so fast, Weasley" Snape stopped.

I froze but not turning around just yet.

"You can help demonstrate how to dance" He said

"What?"  I turned to face him "Sir, that won't be necessary, surely there is just a spell or something"

"Believe me, if this wasn't mandatory I wouldn't be here, over here, now, unless you want a detention"

I took in a deep breathe as I walked to the centre of the hall, I could already Hear Pansy and the other girls laughing and talking rubbish.

Dancing with Snape had to be the worst thing that I have ever had to go through in my entire life, It was embarrassing, humiliating, cringing, every time He spun us and described the move or whatever The guys would laugh and mock it, I hate them.

When he finally thought I had gone through enough he let me go to the guys, I ran Into Blaise's arms and whining into his shoulder about how horrendous it was as they tried to stifle their laughter.

"Pair up and practise with your partner" Snape ordered, Draco Blaise and Theo all looked at me as if I was supposed to pick one of them.

"Parkinson and Malfoy, Greengrass and Nott,  Weasley and Bletchley, Goyle and Bullstrode, Davis and Zabini" Snape directed partners

"Sir, what about me?" Crabbe asked, it was weird hearing his voice.

"Sit this one out Mr Crabbe" He dismissed.

"Hi" I greeted Miles when we met, he placed his hand on my waist and I holding his hand and shoulder

"Hey, Keira, I was wondering, do you have a date to the ball?" He asked me

"Um, No I don't" I said honestly.

"Oh, I would've thought that one of your guys would take you"

"Wh- No! they're not my guys"I said, trying to laugh it off

"Hm, sorry for assuming, its just you're always with them so some people just assumed that you were with one of them" He shrugged.

"No, we are all just friends, if you could even say that". I said "what about you?"

"Oh, I'm going with Tracey, She's my girlfriend" he grinned. and glancing over to where Blaise and Tracey Davis were dancing.

Next

[lucyandthepen]

don’t be sorry for the late reply 😠🫵🏼 it’s fine !! yayyy I hope that you’re having a great time in AUS hihi

thank youuu ! it’s not even exam period I’m just really tired and stressed because I feel like I’m doing everything wrong (even tho I’m not lol) but really thank you🫶🏼

aespa concert was so much fun !!!! I had a great seat and everything, the girls were so pretty the show was perfect. I fell in love with Giselle and fell harder with winter 🫠🫠

YAY THE MCOUNTDOWN WAS AMAZIIIING, honestly I went there just knowing zerobaseone, Taemin, dream and psy songs😭 Ateez was there, El7zup, treasure, k-tiger, dreamcatcher and shownu x hyungwon.

not gonna lie since the concert I can’t stop listening to ateez music, they were so amazing (and I fell in love with Mingi 🫠)

but the concert was amaziiing too, I still can’t believe I saw dream for the second time this year 😭

-for the dress, there is no theme. since it’s a religious mariage and everything we’ll just have a lil dinner but i really don’t know how to dress 💀like i don’t want to be overdressed but not underdressed (?) either

GLOOM HANDS ARE LITERALLY MY NIGHTMARE !!???? they are so scary like i can’t 😭 whenever i see them my heart start beating so fast lol

it’s always such a pleasure to me to talk with you uhuhu 🥲💓

-🍭

i was! it was a short but REALLY fun trip and i got to see the university i'll be headed to next year. NGL it really looks like hogwarts and that makes me SO happy like it's so different from anything i've experienced before!

i do understand that impostor syndrome can get the best of us but!! just remember that you're doing your best and that's all that matters! ofc academic performance is always important but don't let it be the thing that defines your life and your happiness as in the end there are definitely more important things than getting the best grades. as long as you're sure you're trying your hardest, you can't ever go wrong! that said, i'm sure you'll do excellently and i'm rooting for you! hopefully once the school year winds down (is that soon?) you'll be able to relax and give yourself a physical and mental reprieve.

i'm so glad you got to see so many talented groups! esp aespa and dream — it must have been SO surreal seeing them! do you have any more concerts lined up for yourself this year? :o i hope that even more people get to visit your area so you'll be able to go! i actually like a few ateez songs but don't listen to them regularly. what are your favorites?? recommend me some good music!

i completely understand the dress thing :( sometimes it's hard to find the right balance even if you have free reign. actually, i feel like having free reign makes it even harder for some reason because at least if there were like strict rules you'd have a clearer idea of what you could or couldn't do... but i'm sure you'll find the nicest dress for you; you're gonna look gorgeous!! (describe it to me once you find the perf one!)

SAME I HATE THAT THERE ARE EYES ON THE PALMS?? LIKE I PHYSICALLY GAG EVERY TIME I SEE THEM and i used to get so stressed out by their screeching to the point that i'd mute the game :(((( like you alr have tentacle hands and weird eyes WHERE IS THE SCREAMING COMING FROM? U DONT HAVE A MOUTH? it's so unholy.......... sometimes i just climb up someplace they can't reach and hope they get tired and disappear so i can collect the dark clumps LMAO

it's always so nice to hear from you and i like to save your messages for when i have the most time to reply to you so i can really focus on everything you say and share. it's such a pleasure to hear the great things going on in your life and i can only hope you keep sharing more successes and joys with me!!

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 41

The gang stays the night and has breakfast at the Wayne manor in the morning. Roy Harper still asks for Clark and Dick to meet with them at his club.

Superman x Nightwing pairing

Dick

Later on that night we all went to settle down for the night.

Bruce never showed up again from the bat cave and we all sat and talked for a while and decided it was best to rest.

We realise there was only us and we all had to find a room to crash in.

As I went into my old room I felt Kal follow behind me. "You know we can't be here together." I told him I couldn't even be in the same room with him.

"I know but I'll be in the next room if you need me." We stood there and across from us was Jason and Roy's room, The door was wide open and they are make out.

Roy looks at us and makes out with Jason's smile creeping up on Roy's face.

his blue eyes watching us hungerly eyes inviting us in but we stayed put.

"Hmm baby we've got an audience." Roy said to Jason who suddenly looked around when green eyes settled on us.

"Fuck Roy not here." Roy laughed at Jason's reaction. "I'm not afraid of the bat." Roy said smoothly but Jason grimaced at Roy. "Roy closes the door and we will all talk about this in the morning." Jason shut the door as Roy protested.

"Huh wonder what that is about." Kal puzzled and hesitated for a second and left and went to his room.

I sighed and would sleep off the booze.

The next morning I woke up and touched where Kal should be it is empty.

I sighed and got up to wash up for the day.

When I was done it was just me and Jason down here. I looked at my cell so many miss calls from Barbara how did I miss all of those calls, I wish I didn't miss them at this point I would have to talk to her sooner then later.

I made it to the kitchen and found Jason drinking coffee.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"I feel finished and you."

"I feel a bit curious."

"Why?"

"Roy had asked me to watch you and him."

"He did ! so forward as always, I never thought that would ever come up but I am not surprised he asked you." Jason said drinking his coffee holding his head.

"I told him I couldn't give him answer."

"It's either a yes or no answer but if I were you I....I would say yes just because." Jason I looked at him feeling a wave of revolution wash over me.

"So you agree you want me to watch both of you." I told him the wave hasn't left me yet it rippled through me. "But I'll ask him." I said.

"Ask him what." Kal crept up from behind me.

"I can't say anything now." I said sitting down next Jason who was drinking his coffee.

"What are you into." Jason said bluntly at Kal.

"What do you have in mind." Kal said and my wave didn't ride off. "Woah what guy's not here." I told them I need to leave this place and fast.

"Fine you wanna talk outside then let's go." Jason said grabbing his coffee I didn't notice he had a blanket around him.

I walked behind him kal in toe.

"I don't mind you both watchin me and Roy if that's what you're into, But make sure it's what you both want." Jason drinking his coffee.

Kal looked at me and back at Jason. "Dick all we're doing is watching two people have sex no harm in that." I looked at Kal and I breathed I trusted Jason.

"I am ok with it Jason."

"Ok then we should make a date at the club so we could meet up there." Jason said sitting on one of the stone steps.

"Ok me and Dick will be there then."

My cell phone rang and it was Babs.

"It's her."

Kal looked so unreadable at this moment his jaw clenched and he looked at me in silence, As Jason just sat there and drank his coffee.

"Could you wait don't pick it up yet." Kal said biting his lip thinking.

"Ok I will wait."

"I can't wait to tell Roy you guys are gamed for this."

End of part 41 next is part 42

Thank you for reading

[strlingsav]

you are a god among us peasants. your writing skills so sublime, you make tears fall from my eyes (and from between my legs); thank you for your service. 🫡

if you’re keen, may i request pain? just angst and maybe death too—if doable. of course, we cannot forget smut; because we’re still thirsty degenerates despite (or is it in spite) the masochism. but if that’s not your cup of tea, then no worries, you feed us well anyway. 🥰

anyway, just wanna say thank you very much for existing and that i look forward to reading more of your amazing fics. may both sides of your pillow be cool whenever you lay on them. 🙏

lastly, im the one who requested for the ‘read more’ bar and tbh, i was not really expecting anything from it. i was expecting it to be ignored and i was fine with it. coz let’s be honest, that was just nitpicking from freeloaders like me and scrolling a few more seconds is the least we can do to thank you for sharing your awesome brainchilds with us. i was just shooting my shot but honestly didn’t expect anything from it. so for you to implement it as soon as you got the ask is just 🤌. thank you. i appreciate you. i hope you immediately find your lost things as soon as you start looking for them. ❤️😘😘😘

LOL, stop it now I'm crying 😭 I can definitely come up with something real angst-y and slutty just for you!!!

You're so kind, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate you, and the validation 🫶🏻🥹❤️

Of course!! It's my pleasure 🤍 Thank you (and a million more thank yous) for the kind words, I hope you enjoy!!

Endings

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— A sweet goodbye turns sour.

Two

Explicit/gory content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

The sun had just barely peaked, a glowing orange hue sneaking out from behind your linen curtains. It must've been early, early enough to catch Simon before he headed out.

You stretched out, rolling onto your side, still beneath the warmth of your heavy duvet. A soft pillow cradled your head, goose down, plush and inviting. You didn't want to wake up- you wanted to give in to the overwhelming contentment. Your hands reached out, your eyes shut as you relished in the comfort of your bed.

Your hand tucked under your cheek as you opened one eye, focusing on the man next to you, his chest rising and falling slowly, peacefully. His skin lit up in the sun-tinged room, glowing softly, an image of pure serenity, nearly God-like.

You sighed softly, your eyes scanning his face. You didn't want to wake him. He needed every minute of sleep. You carefully pulled the covers back, goosebumps erupting at the flood of cold air hitting your skin.

A hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back with a strong tug. Simon enveloped you in his arms, cradling your body against his chest. You giggled softly when his lips nuzzled against your neck, pressing a lazy kiss against your skin.

"You sneakin' out on me?" He mumbled, muffled by your hair.

"Trying to," You smiled. "But you caught me."

He hummed, "Just need a few more minutes."

"I can do that," You said, your legs interlocking with his.

His hands followed the natural curve of your waist, meeting your hips, down your thighs. He pressed a palm against your leg, before running his fingers back through the carved path.

"You're barely awake and already feeling me up," You teased, your head turning to look at him.

His eyes were still shut, though his brows furrowed.

"Always in the mood to feel you up, sweetheart." His hand grabbed at one of your breasts, making you laugh- boisterous and genuine.

"You're insatiable." You shook your head.

"Can't blame me."

He pressed his hips into your backside, his erection pressing into you.

"Good dream?"

He shifted upward, his hand on your waist as he looked over you. Half-covered with the comforter, eyes still blinking slowly as you adjusted to the morning light, a mischievous smile across your face. He loved these mornings, slow and playful, where he could appreciate you in your purest form.

He would miss it- miss you. The first woman to force her way into his life and stay there. He'd grown fond of you. More than fond, if he was honest, but honesty scared the fuck out of him. As did vulnerability. He often worried he'd grow too close to you, open up a bit too much and you'd run the other way.

He rarely spoke of his childhood or innermost thoughts, but you made it bearable. He didn't have to hide it from you, didn't have to pretend he was put-together when he was really tearing at the seams. You'd kissed every wound, loved him regardless.

He loved you. He'd only said it once, maybe twice, too shamefully afraid, but you knew. He'd never known anything like the feeling that made him think of you, all the damn time. Made him want to make you happy, do the nervous boyfriend routine when he met your parents. Become a pathetic sop when he was wrapped in your arms.

He devoured every bit of yourself that you showed to him. Every secret, every terrible thing you'd ever done. He wasn't alone, not when you were there.

His hand reached down your pelvis, inching slowly to press the pad of his finger against your clit.

"Must've been good," You held back a smile, your eyes shutting as you basked in the pleasure of his fingers rubbing circles over the delicate organ.

He shook his head against the hard line of your jaw. "'S'all for you," He said quietly, his lips honing in on yours with a delicate kiss.

You moaned softly, your hand reaching for the side of his face. His tongue slid into your mouth gingerly, gliding against yours.

Your mouths moved in sync, a perfected routine. He quieted your moans with his mouth, shushing you with the use of his tongue.

He moved away, leaving you to chase after his lips, open your eyes to see him.

"You're too good to me," You smiled, your lips parting when he applied a bit more pressure with his fingers.

"I know," He replied. "Y'deserve every bit."

He hummed with approval as he looked over your blissful expression, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses across your neck and chest. His teeth nipped at your flesh, tongue sliding out to soothe the inflicted area.

"Just needed to feel you again," He mumbled. "Gonna be gone for a while."

You tried not to frown, tried not to show your utter disappointment upon remembering these would be your last moments together for months.

Your back arched inadvertently when he sunk two fingers inside you, quickly coated with your liquid arousal. A guttural moan left your lips, his thumb still circling your clit.

Your hand reached to stop his movements, your brows cresting, a pleading expression in your eyes. "I want you inside me."

His lips separated, your words creating a searing heat in his groin. The desperation in your voice tugged at a primal instinct inside him, to make you feel good, and it surely would've brought him to his knees had he been standing.

He readjusted himself, his eyes on yours as he massaged his cock with his hand. He moved slowly, angling your thigh to allow him better access. You curved your back, opening your thighs a bit wider as he searched for your entrance.

You felt the slick head of his cock press against you, easing in gently, your hymen stretching to accommodate his size. Your eyes squeezed shut, lip quivering as you bit down.

He was finally buried inside you, giving a low groan in your ear when he felt just how wet you were.

Your back against his chest, his hand slid around your waist, fingers splayed out over the expanse of your curves.

His hips rocked into you, his hand holding you tightly against him, your head fell into his chest. His other hand found yours beneath the pillow, squeezing tightly, reassuringly.

Your eyes opened, finding his amidst the crescendo of pleasure, watching his nostrils flare as he sucked in deep breaths, utterly dumbfounded by the way your pussy felt like it was made just for him.

You leaned in closer, nuzzling your face against his, soft whimpers leaving your lips when his cock hit your G-spot.

"Baby," You whispered, your hand reaching back to glide into his hair. "God, Simon."

"That's it, love," He cooed, through broken breaths and strained vocal cords. "S'alright."

Your heart stammered in your chest, before pounding harshly against your ribs, threatening to climb out your throat. His grip on your body was unrelenting, a solid reminder that it was him who made you feel that way, that had your hips grinding back against him, silently begging for more.

"'M gonna miss you," You breathed, "So much."

His hand slid down your waist, circling your neglected clit, matching the pace of his wonderfully slow thrusts.

"Miss you too," He sighed. "Always miss you, love."

You were restless against him, finding no solace in the idea that you were close to orgasm, and so was he. It would be over, and you'd have to start your day; leave the shelter of your bed, the place where you could hide from everything and everyone, together.

Your fingers replaced his on your clit, and he took advantage of the freedom, cupping your breasts with his large hand. His fingers ghosted over your perked nipples, listening to your soft moans, savouring the fruit of his labour.

"Simon-" You whispered, broken and breathless, hardly there but loud enough for him to hear.

He could feel your pussy fluttering around him, making him shut his eyes as he resisted the urge to cum. "I'm close."

He continued at his successful pace, trying not to watch the way you unraveled, how your back arched even further into him, your spine curving, how your skin flushed with the rush of endorphins. Your voice breaking out in a long, desperate moan, the sweetest sound he'd ever heard.

He was even closer now- your undoing had lead him right to his climax. His hips paused against your backside, a gust of his warm breath washed over your back as he exhaled harshly. He kept himself firmly planted inside you, still enjoying the addictive walls of your pussy.

He was apprehensive when he pulled away, shifting now to slide you even closer. He wrapped you in his arms again, his lips pressing against the salty skin of your temple.

"Gotta get goin'," He grumbled.

You nodded. "I know."

He'd been packed for a few days now, ready and waiting for the day he had to catch a flight out. You joined him at the front entrance of the apartment building, in your sweats, watching with red eyes and a forced smile as he shoved his bag into the seat of his SUV.

He moved back to you, enveloping you in a warm hug, his hands wrapping around your waist to hold you.

"I'll miss you," You whispered in his ear.

"Be back 'fore you know it, love," He said back, his lips kissing the sliver of skin showing on your shoulder.

"Better be- and in one piece," You tried to laugh, tried to make it easy.

"Behave yourself while I'm away," He warned, his hand sneaking down to take a handful of your backside.

You did laugh that time, genuine and unapologetic while passersby stared.

"Always," You pulled away. "I love you."

His eyes locked with yours, a soft smile forming over his lips- one of admiration and total devotion.

"Love you too."

Your insides warmed, cheeks glowing with pure adoration.

—

Simon's hearing had gone in his left ear- high-pitched ringing in the other. His eyes focused on the smoke, the still-spinning blades of the helo.

That was when he realized he could only see from one eye- blunt force trauma causing a blown pupil and detachment of his retina.

He tried to twist onto his front, at least have a chance at dragging himself to safety.

A searing pain ripped through his thigh as he lifted himself, and he peered down to find his femur poking through the skin, his torn fatigues covered with blood.

He inhaled, shaky and shallow, hardly enough to sustain his racing heart. Low groans of agony rumbled in his chest, his muscles twitching as he held the surrounding flesh of his broken bone. His head ached, throbbing and stinging, not yet realizing he'd cracked his skull, the flesh of his scalp held together by his helmet. Blood pooled on the ground beneath him.

His deafened ear leaked red, severe swelling of the brain pushing against the intact remainder of his skull.

He tried to sit up again, though couldn't find the strength. He was exhausted- dizzy with blood loss and no longer able to move his limbs quite right.

You, he thought, you'd be alone. You'd wonder where he was, what happened. Would they let you see his body? Or would they tell you he was M.I.A? He couldn't decide which would be worse; leaving you with unanswered questions or knowing he was never coming back. Would they tell you how hard he fought to stay alive for you, even if his entire body was begging to let go?

He was shivering, now. His body had started to focus all energy on his fatal injuries, desperately hanging on to any viable organs. It wouldn't work- it couldn't. Not even a goldstar field medic could piece him back together, not enough to call him human again. He wasn't sure if he'd want you to see him that way, either.

Fitting, he thought. Nothing good ever lasted for Simon Riley.

At least he'd told you he loved you. You'd know it was real, that he wasn't afraid anymore. You'd know he gave everything he had, including his trust, his feelings. The thought gave him a moment of comfort- or maybe it was the endorphins putting an end to his suffering. Either way, his chest warmed when he pictured that playful smile, your eyes. He yearned to have you there, holding his hand instead of digging his fingers into the wet earth. He'd made his grave inside you already, resigned to dying with you than without. You'd tell him it was alright, tell him to let go while he couldn't feel an ounce of pain. You were selfless like that.

All he could picture, as the last of his breath left his lungs, as his heart gave up on sustaining a worthless fight, was you. That morning in bed, before deployment, where you'd given another piece of yourself to him, selflessly. As always.

Thank God he'd told you he loved you.

[tyredyre]

Decision — Suguru Getou

Rating : 13+

Summary: Suguru Getou wasn't supposed to know about what you were trying to hide.

Contents : Domestic au. Slight mention of abortion. Pregnancy.

Featuring : husband! Geto x pregnant! Reader, best friend! Gojo

"I'm home..."

The baritone tone filled the door hallway. Certain it was Suguru coming home from work. The clock pointed at 9 past 15—2 hours late than usual.

You heard his voice yet didn't make a single move. You stood stoned beside the kitchen counter, cold sweat ran down your spine. You knew more than anything that you should be more collected. Not to mention giving him the most comforting ambiance due to his tiredness. You took several deep breaths—yes, you were completely fine. You had to be fine, you said that to yourself.

"Welcome home, Sugu."

You dashed to greet your dear husband, finding him untying his shoelaces with a box hanging from one of his hands.

"What's that?" You helped him hold the box.

The grin plastered on his face. "That's a cake."

"That was a very random thing you've done today. Did you get it from someone like your boss perhaps?" Shocked, it wasn't a common occasion for him to bring home a box of cake. Suguru was famous for rarely eating something freaking sugary.

"Aw that hurts my feeling, Y/n-chan," he let out his casual whines, victimized. "You looked down on me too much. I bought it special for you."

"That's even more suspicious, Sugu. It's not even my birthday."

"It doesn't have to be your birthday to buy a cake, yes?" Suguru pulled your waist closer to him, placing a gentle chaste kiss on your lips. You put up a little smile and returned the kiss that almost trembling.

Oh, God... How could you ruin such a mood? Suguru has been treating you sweet—the way he clutched his arms around your waist, the way he rubbed his nose around your clavicles and sniffed out your scent—you didn't deserve it.

You pushed your husband a little to make some spaces before Suguru even proceeded to push any of your pleasure buttons. Trying to distract him, you cupped his cheek. "I'll fill the bathtub for you to soak in, 'kay?"

It was a clean show for you to avoid his soft gaze and walked to the kitchen. "You haven't had your dinner right? I'll warm it up for,—S-Sugu... What's wrong?"

The next second you realized those slender arms were sliding from behind your back. The tall figure wrapped you tight in an embrace—but it felt way too unusual. Something didn't feel right when Suguru didn't even speak a word, placing his head on your right shoulder.

You looked down on the wood floor, biting your bottom lip. You remained silent. Suguru probably needed a moment to gather his thoughts. Even though you were more than worrying about what was bothering his mind, you held yourself not to utter anything destructive.

Suguru shoved his palms on your tummy, enough to send you a jolt. He stroked your belly in a circular motion, only to leave you with a big question.

"Sugu,—"

"Don't get rid of it, please...,"

Your eyes widened. Suguru loved to play mind games but he couldn't be reading your mind or even guessing it to the core about it, unless...

—This Noon—

"Oh, God... This can't be happening..."

The stripes on the pee sticks didn't tell lies. The Red Moon didn't come for over a week. Countless times after trying different ones, you found the results were the same—two flashing red stripes. Cold sweats ran down your spine. You never got out of the bathroom for a complete hour and a half, wondering how on earth you had to bear the sudden news. The only thing flooding your mind was Suguru.

You were weak on your knees when you dialed a number on the phone.

"Hi, Y/n. How are you?"

"Satoru, are you free? I probably need your help."

******

"I'm pregnant, Satoru," you announced.

Satoru blinked in confusion. He sipped the Iced Americano before proceeding with each word.

"Well, congratulations to you. Shouldn't you tell Suguru about it?"

A heavy sigh came out from between your rather bitter smile. "Bold of you to assume he wanted it, Satoru..."

Now that was a piece of news for Satoru. Satoru put the glass down, unbothered. Yet knowing Suguru's twisted personality to the bone, this kind of thing was bound to happen in the future. Pale complexion showed on your face very clearly, you had been in deep trouble until Satoru could judge.

"I never skipped the morning pills, Satoru. Like, never..." You dropped your head on the table, it felt heavy like a stone dropped onto it multiple times. You took a glance at Satoru, seeking assurance. Satoru was on all his ears and gave you a nod.

"You're probably wondering why... Or maybe not. You've known him longer. About his family and his,—you know his very view about life."

You let out a small chuckle. With all eyes down, it was not a happy one.

"Maybe he was bitter about the world, and honestly me too. He was worried about me after making such a decision, but I married him anyway. I agree—No, we agreed. I'm fine, Satoru. Really, for not having children. So we've been doing it carefully, making sure nothing happens. But...," You paused, getting some air, letting out a heavy sigh. "It survives..."

Satoru was waiting. He sensed from your trembling dry lips, the water was about to spill out.

"I need to get rid of it, Satoru."

"Whoa, whoa. Stop there!" Satoru interrupted. That was a very corrupted mind from a witty woman like you. Satoru shoved a glass of fresh water on the table, yet you didn't touch it. "Calm down, Y/n. Okay? You aren't thinking straight right now. Breathe in, breathe out. Please, drink the water."

You contemplated, gladly on the other hand you did what Satoru told you to. Still, it didn't stop the anxiety to keep kicking in and taking all over you.

"I probably don't know how hard it is for you right now, but please, gather up your thoughts, Y/n. You always know that you should never do it."

"But Satoru..."

Satoru gave you a gentle pat on your thin shoulder. "You aren't the only one with the responsibility. Talk to him, Y/n. For the best."

"Satoru...," You gripped the edge of the table until the knuckles turned white. You bit your bottom lip to stop the trembling. You almost mumbled. "What's the good of keeping things we don't want to?"

That got Satoru speechless.

You continued. "It's better to get rid of it rather than hearing his rejection. It will hurt more..."

"Are you sure you don't want it, Y/n? Because from my point of view, your answer is different."

******

People were flooding up the exit gate of the station. Satoru got his eyes on a slender figure with his authentic hair bun stepping up the stairs.

"It was rare for you, to ask me to meet you. Usually, you go straight to my house, don't you Satoru?" Suguru lit up a roll of his cigs.

"I need to tell you something important, Suguru. First thing first, I'm ready to knock some senses on your emotionless mind."

Suguru kept the grin, mocking his friend for being too much of seriousness, he rarely did that. "It's always entertaining to see your stern face, Satoru. What did I do wrong today, eh?"

"Y/n is pregnant."

It was like the world just stopped rotating. Suguru stared at his best friend, almost laughing it away.

"This is not a good day to pull such a prank, Satoru."

"You know very well that I don't like to pull a mind game like you, Suguru." It was a quick comeback from Satoru. Satoru always wanted to win an argument over Suguru but the winning of that day didn't worth celebrating. "I know it's your family matters but the news that Y/n is pregnant and she plans to get rid of it."

Suguru almost dropped his cigs. His jaw dropped, followed by a scrunch on his forehead and widened eyes.

Satoru didn't give chance for him to absorb all the uttered words. "If you thought why I'm the one who heard the news before you it's because she loves you too much. She appreciates and respects your very choice of life. She tried her best prevention but it's still happening. But I don't see it was a thing she has to bear alone. Now it's your choice, Suguru. Do you agree with her plans?"

******

You were quivering. The fear gasped you. You turned to face your beloved husband. Suguru was looking down, avoiding your eyes in shivers. You were scared but you sensed another fear none other than him. Tears were on the verge of falling but you kept them stay in the corner of your eyes. You guessed it right, Satoru already told him.

"Suguru... I'm sorry. I tried my best to..."

"No, Y/n-chan...," Suguru grabbed your hands and mumbled on your palms. "How could I agree on whatever you plan to do about it? I ain't kill my own baby..."

You were probably deaf to not get what your husband spoke just now. But the grasp of his warm palms and yes, the calming curve on his lips repeated it all.

You bawled your eyes out. You hugged him tightly. Suguru probably didn't cry but you knew he was troubled to contain all the emotions hit. Suguru sunk his face in the crooks of her neck.

"Will I be a good father...?" He murmured.

You giggled in the middle of sniffles. "You probably won't but I know you will try, right Sugu?"

"Then can we get a twin?" Suguru was half-joking to break the ice but later he smiled, finding it was a nice idea because he found you smiling endearingly. He brushed his lips against your ear. "We have to make sure you were breeding well."

"S-Sugu!"