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pinkrelish · 2 years ago

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𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader

✶Upon reflection, it was obvious. The tragedy lurking under the surface of your intentions when you came over that night. He could sense something was off, but he ignored it, just wanting to see you smile on your birthday. Years later, standing across from you in a parking lot, he sure as fuck wasn't smiling.✶

NSFW — angst, eventual smut, slow burn, drug/alcohol mention/use, disordered eating by proxy of parent

chapter: 2/15 [wc: 3.3k]

↳ part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11

AO3

Chapter 2: Eddie's Worst Memory

––1982––

Eddie pedaled his bike as hard as could, cutting a stark line in the grass where he wove between trailers, keeping a sharp eye on the one across from his. Thankfully, the curtains were drawn. He hopped off his bike, and instead of putting it away properly, he gathered the groceries from the wire basket into his arms, and kicked it under the makeshift porch, out of sight. He wouldn’t necessarily mind if the bike was stolen, but he’d be about as upset as the original person he borrowed it from.

Slamming his shoulder into the door, he hurried his hoard to the kitchen counter and spilled it there, catching the jar of frosting from rolling off the edge. “Okay.” He inhaled deep through his nose and nodded at his task. The box of cake mix was dented. The carton of eggs was.. leaking onto the candles. However, in the early afternoon sun, the bottle of waxy pastel sprinkles shined delightfully. “Time to get to work.”

Using his finger to follow the line of directions, a crease matured between his eyebrows. “The hell is an egg white?”

~~~

It was worth it. It was worth it. It was goddamn going to be worth it.

“Stupid.. fucking,” he said through gritted teeth, scraping the bottom of the round pan, adding the shredded pieces of crispy cake to the top of his lumpy attempt at baking.

Around him, his kitchen was in an impressive state of disarray. More than usual. Two eggs were splattered on the floor. Powdery cake mix dusted every surface. His face was flushed red from having to make an emergency run to the grocery store a second time for spray oil (which he forgot to use) and his uncle’s instant coffee–it was the least he could do after waking him up by knocking over a skillet left on the stovetop. All in all, it was worth it. Kinda.

He stuck his tongue out in concentration. Spreaded the best layer of white frosting he could and mixed two drops of red coloring into the rest and dumped it in a ziploc bag, snipping the corner. With it, he wrote a message in thin pink letters on top.

It was rare he experienced this pang of joy in his chest. This exciting surge of antsy giddiness. His cheeks hurt from grinning, and he didn’t care if his uncle gave him an odd look for it.

Tossing the bag in the trash and sucking on his sticky fingers, Eddie Munson stepped back to admire his work, and as swiftly as the pride puffed out his chest, it popped his ego.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and reasoned with the cake, “How the fuck did I miss the ‘h’ in birthday?”

Uncle Wayne paused on his way out the door. “She comin’ over later?”

Contemplating starting the entire process over again, Eddie dragged a hand down his face and peered out the kitchen window at the infuriating closed curtains opposite his. “Yeah. Eventually.”

Wiggling his mustache back and forth, Wayne set his gaze on something in the distance. “You two are close, aren’t ya?”

“Is this going somewhere?”

“I left you somethin’ on your nightstand just in case, yanno, be safe, or what-have-ya.” He brought the mug of coffee to his lips and sipped loudly.

“We’re just friends,” Eddie enunciated, giving him a pointed stare from beneath his dark curly hair.

His uncle’s shoulders shook in an all-too-aware laugh. “That’s what I always told my parents.. until your dad caught us and ratted me out.” Zipping his work coveralls the rest of the way, he waved and made his exit. “Well, see ya.”

Eddie gesticulated at the trailer around him, bewildered. “Sure, bye, I guess after dropping that one on me.”

Silence fell where he stood. There was really nothing else for him to do to prepare for you coming over, besides checking the window once more to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind and that your mom’s car was indeed parked out front. Deciding to waste some time, he picked up his guitar in his room and worked on riffs to bring to the table for his band the next day.

But not before putting away the condoms on his nightstand first.

~~~

When Eddie next woke, darkness greeted him. Swallowed him whole. Disoriented him in the bathroom where he quickly brushed his teeth. Robbed his sight when he stumbled into his living room, where his beacon called to him. Your kitchen curtains were pulled back and you were at the sink washing dishes.

Flicking on a few lights, he opened the door and leaned into the frame, waiting for you to notice him.

You must’ve been lost in the trenches of your thoughts. Quite the while passed until you snapped your head up; he didn’t mind though, having the spare moments to observe you do something ordinary like a chore; entranced by the domestic act, and equally humbled as if it were an uneven bar routine he could watch you perform for hours on end. At this distance, he could see your face liven upon meeting his eye, and you slowed your motions, staring at him through the glass, the night sky, and everything else keeping you apart. You spoke to someone he couldn’t see. Your body language was calculated. Drying the plate in your hand during the brief exchange and setting it down gently, agreeing to what they were saying. Then, you picked up something and left.

In a flash, he was lifting his arm for you to duck under, and narrowed his eyes at the bundle you had hugged to your chest. “What’s that?”

You released a drawn out, “Uh,” at his question, biding your time to keep from answering. Searching for an empty space on his couch to put the neatly folded stack of clothes and opting for the cleaner coffee table. You set them down with care, tucking a tag into the collar. “It’s everything you let me have over the years. Band tees, jackets, a hoodie. I wanted to give them back to you.”

Confused, he shrugged you off. “They don’t mean that much to me. You can have them. I don’t care.”

You stared at them. A long tick of the second hand on the clock in his kitchen. An erratic desperation in your moves. Rocking in sync with your breaths. Bloodshot eyes and large pupils obsessing over each rip, each stain, each graphic tee he got at a concert you missed when you had an out of town meet. Biting at your chapped lips. Hiding your torn cuticles by stuffing your hands in the pockets of the jacket you wore.. His black jacket with a patch of Anthrax's anarchy symbol on the bicep, and beneath his jacket was his old baby blue 1977 Black Sabbath tour shirt.

He smiled. “What about the ones you’re wearing?”

“You really want this one from when you were a kid? It’s tight even on me, bu–t,” you elongated the vowel, “I did hear crop tops were coming back into fashion if you need it that badly.”

“I think I’ll pass for now, but thank you for the consideration.” You smiled, and it put him further on edge. Nothing about it was genuine; simply a hollow favor to keep him from prying. And it may be the first time in Eddie’s life he couldn’t discern what was bothering you. “Are you okay?”

“I just want us to have a normal night tonight. The usual.”

“Sure.. We can do that. To the Lonely Mountain?”

“To the Lonely Mountain.”

He followed you into his room and began rummaging through his shelves for the worn paperback. Behind him, you sunk into the mattress, serving as a reminder of your patience as the springs squeaked and he dug further into the recesses of his bookcase. It should’ve been easy to locate, having read from it last week, but he’d had a few advancements in his business, one could say, and now it was buried under bags of bud and other paraphernalia.

“Have you considered cleaning up in here every once in a while?”

“And have you miss out on this great show?” He smacked his ass, jangling the chains on his jeans. “Not a chance.”

“I hate being here.”

“You love being here.”

Digging to the very back, he found his used copy of The Hobbit at the exact time he heard another squeak of his mattress and a little ‘aw,’ sounding like you were cooing over something adorable.

“Hm?” He turned around and zeroed in on what you were fawning over.

You flipped through the spiral bound notebook of lyrics he forgot to put away. “You wrote this poem? These lines are really sweet, Ed–”

It was ripped from your hands and hurled over his shoulder. The notebook smacked the opposite wall, falling to the floor in a spectacular fanning of the pages. “Nope.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Okay..” Blinking, you clasped your hands politely to occupy the notebook-shaped space they created when he so rudely interrupted your innocent curiosity. “Uh.. Should we get to reading, then?”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best.”

With the intensity of his unwavering eye contact, he approached the bed, hardly waiting for you to make room for him before he was kneeling on the edge, climbing to lay in the middle. You shared his one pillow. Heads together. Bodies a mere suggestion of separation. Your hair mixed with his. He’d grown it past his ears and though you were laying on the ends, the weight of your body next to him was worth the pain. He’d endure it for the next eternity if it meant making you happy.

Reaching for his nightstand with his limited mobility, he jerked the lamp closer by its cord and found the metal tin he kept on the edge.

He offered you a joint poised between his fingers. You said, “Not tonight,” and he put it away, accepting your request to remain sober.

“Whatever the lady wants on her day.” Eddie found the dog-eared page you left off on and bent the cover in his palm until it curled backwards, and thus began reading chapter fifteen out loud to you. Including the voices.

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Neither of you could imagine what hour it was.

Neither of you cared.

“They had forgotten Thorin! Part of the wall, moved by levers, fell outward with a crash into the pool. Out leapt the King under the Mountain, and his companions followed him,” Eddie treated the oncoming paragraphs with a softer tone, slowing his cadence to ease into the scene, “The Wargs were scattered and Thorin drove right against the bodyguard of Bolg. But he could not pierce their ranks. Already behind him among the goblin dead lay many men and many dwarves, and many a fair elf that should have lived yet long ages merrily in the wood. And as the valley widened his onset grew ever slower. His numbers were too few. His flanks were unguarded. Their friends could not help them.”

You’d been eerily calm. He’d think you had fallen asleep if it weren’t for your muscles coiled like a snake in wait. If it weren’t for his sleeve caught in your sweaty fist.

He turned the page. “On all this Bilbo looked with misery.”

Your body began to tremble; a gentle shiver along his, and then you sniffled.

“I always knew you were a Thorin fangirl,” he remarked. “When we read this a few years ago, you cried then, too.” Shaking harder, you buried your face against his arm and used your hands to shield him from witnessing the speed at which you went from silent tears wetting his shirt to out-right sobs.

Wide-eyed, he lowered the book to his chest. “..This isn’t about Thorin, is it?” The density of his question hung in the air. Guilt steeped in his thoughts the longer you didn’t answer. You’d been acting weird since you got here and the desperation of not knowing what to do ate at his nerves. Seeing you upset and not knowing why, or how to make it better.

Meek, he asked of you, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t,” came a muffled high-pitched whimper from his best friend in the entire world.

He dug his nails into the book cover. For years, fear kept him vigilant in the sanctity of your relationship. Friends. Nothing more, nothing less. One of the few pure things in his life he couldn’t stand to ruin, despite the building pressure like embers to a roaring fire to do something drastic. To be something more and being terrified of the chance of less.

Suppressing his urges, he pressed his cheek to the crown of your head; the most he would allow himself to do, even in the midst of water stinging his eyes. He pleaded, mouth sticky with thick saliva, “Then tell me how to fix it.”

“Keep reading to me.. Please, Eddie.”

“Okay.” The little word was sighed into your hair.

Picking up The Hobbit again, he propped it further down his stomach to where you could read along, if you desired. And with blurry vision, he continued with the story, reciting Bilbo’s speech where he sees help in the distance, and the subsequent exchange on Thorin’s deathbed when it was too late. Reading to you until his voice tired and his eyelids fell. Supporting your head on the dip between his bicep and his chest, welcoming you to his spoken vibrations as he came to a close one chapter before the end.

“We’ll save it for next time,” he said. “I’m about to fall asleep.”

“Yeah, same.” You sat up and twisted both ways to pop your spine.

In the background, almost indistinguishable from the hum of the refrigerator, was The Doors’ Riders on a Storm Eddie put on earlier during a bathroom break. Nothing was quite as poignant as the repeating lyrics of ‘Girl, you gotta love your man,’ the moment your gazes met on his bed.

“I forgot I made you something,” he lied. How could he ever forget the disaster he created.

“Made me something?”

He told you to close your eyes and helped you off the bed, earning your giggle and allaying the remaining dread of the evening. Walking backwards, he held your wrists and led you to the kitchen. Able to memorize your face for as long as he wanted without having to look away when you inevitably noticed. Hearing your change in mood and knowing he was the one who caused it.

Labels be damned. Few things could make him more content in life than he was now, and he had to be okay with the thrill of letting go of you by dragging his fingertips over your calloused palms, and pausing for a beat, almost holding your hands.

“Okay, cover your eyes,” he said, setting everything up.

“But they’re already closed?”

“I don’t trust you not to peek.”

“That doesn’t make sense. I can just peek through my fingers.”

“Do it.” He patted down his pockets, finding a lighter. “Or else.”

“Whatever.” You complied.

Quickly, he counted sixteen candles from the box and lit them, finding vacant spaces on the cake to stake them, wrestling with the idea of covering his mistake. “You can look now!”

Dropping your hands, you immediately cupped them to your cheeks in surprise. “You actually made me a cake? Like, by yourself? That’s so sweet.” You pouted his name, “Eddie, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

His grin broadened. He bent over to fold his arms on the counter and swayed his hips to rid himself of excess energy, regarding you over the blazing candles. “Who said I made it? I could’ve bought it.”

You slid your gaze from the cake, to him. “It says Happy Birt’day.”

“Alright, alright,” he yielded. “Make a wish before the wax melts.”

Finding the ordeal corny, you blew them out without doing the whole stereotypical shutting-eyes-and-wishing thing. “Thank you. Really.”

He took out the candles. “Do you want a piece?” Regret tinted the room the second he asked. It put the onus on you to answer, to reject his efforts. And just like when you stared at the stack of clothes in the strange way which raised the hair on his arms, you looked at the cake as if nothing else in the room existed except for the hard work he put into making you smile.

“You don’t have to–” he started.

“I’ll take a piece.”

“You sure?”

You nodded, shifting your focus to him. “A big piece. You made it for me.”

Taking out a paper plate and butter knife, he changed the subject, “Wanna come to practice tomorrow? Jeff said he convinced the new kid, Gareth, to join us, so we’ll have a drummer again.” He handed you a triangle of “HAP.”

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

“Sweet, uh.” Eddie’s lopsided grin grew tantamount to the bundle of nerves in his stomach. Pushing himself off the counter, he punched his fist into his palm a few times, swinging side to side. “Uh, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Appealing to him in the most adorable way possible, you smiled with true mirth reflected in your eyes and held the slice of cake up.

“Tomorrow.”

~~~

Crouched outside in the shadow of his trailer, you stuffed cake and frosting in your mouth until it burned your throat, coating your lips in fat. Devouring it with vengeance and crumpling the paper plate. Across from you, your mother’s silhouette moved in the curtained bedroom window. An insurmountable sense of pride overwhelmed you. Unstoppable rebellion. Eating a food she banned, citing cheap sugars would slow you down on the vault. How stupid. You had never felt more alive scrubbing your mouth clean on your sleeve and entering your trailer stacked full of moving boxes.

––1985––

Admitting defeat, you pulled into the parking lot of Starcourt Mall. After wasting an appalling amount of gas driving all over town in a frustrating attempt to locate a single person, you were starving for the food court, hoping they added new restaurants since you left.

“Really, how hard can finding one person be?” you grumbled.

You drove to the back of the lot where people seldom parked for the few free spots on the busy Saturday night, and grabbed your purse from the passenger seat. And when you glanced for the source of the rowdy voices near you, you spotted four guys claiming the corner of the pavement as theirs. Three were standing, passing around a bag of gummy worms, laughing at the one flat on his back, shouting for his skateboard before it rolled into the empty street.

Seemed like a fun time.

You opened your door, locked it, and started to walk away.

But then one of them spoke. Blood rushed in your ears, rendering what he said unintelligible. Didn’t matter. You knew it better than your own.

Slowly, you turned around to confirm your fear.

There he was. Having fun with his friends. The one you wished to speak to, and yet as your lips parted, your throat closed.

Eddie took a long drag on his cigarette and adjusted how he leaned on the car, angled to Jeff who was explaining something he was passionate about, nearly spilling his soda on the other guy you couldn't recall the name of.

“I’m telling you, man, a bard is the way to go!”

“No way,” he said, blowing smoke from his nostrils as he continued, “If you start bringing a lute to our games, I’m gonna–”

“Eddie?”

They all stopped their conversation. Three faces of indifference, one of escalating animosity upon seeing you. Evoking a memory so intense it glinted a warning in his eyes boring into yours.

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devilishychubbyqueer · 2 years ago

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Woahwoahwoah okay. I say in a very recent post you got an ftm stroker? What is this??? I'm nonbinary and have had EXTREME gender dysphoria lately, this sounds like exactly what I need

Okay SO! Guess more education is in order!

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Lemme give you some examples!

(Gonna put a readmore here so that Tumblr doesn't ban me for i m a g es yanno? You know.)

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Ya got ones that look like dicks.

Ya got ones that look colorful and shiny.

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Here's some resources for you!

There's loads more(pun not intended) resources online! I highly reccomend you look into it, since I think it could help you! These are not talked about enough, and they SHOULD be! And unlike toys marketed towards clitoris stimulation, these avoid feminine language and packaging that might cause unpleasant dysphoria. They're relatively cheap too, compared to other toys(I got mine for about 20$ while my vibrator i got a while back cost me 50+$), so they're pretty readily accessible!

I hope that helps :D

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tridentgumfreshy · 2 years ago

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ꜱᴘᴏᴏᴋꜰᴇꜱᴛ- Obey me x Reader

Inspired by the one piece zombie arc.. Includes all the dateables plus a Female MC! :3 This literally sucks i prob won;t contineu it cuz it's so hard to make multiple ppl x reader i'll do them one by one

"Why must we all go to this "spookfest" Lucifer? I've got better things to do than to hang around some haunted area searchin' for ghosts and whatnot," Mammon whines, latching onto Lucifers leg.

It was that time of the year. You guessed it! Halloween. Where all the freaky ghosts and crazy haunted stuff appear. It wasn't really much different from an average sightseeing in the Devildom, except for a certain factor. Diavolo suggested that everyone should go to the famous rumored haunted town which was a good 12 hours away from the HoL. During this period of time, academies in the Devildom were collectively shutdown for 2 weeks to fully enjoy the festivities and fun the holiday has to offer. As per usual, Lucifer was ready to decline, until a brilliant idea popped up into his head:

He would use this trip as a way to scare the Anti-Lucifer-League and keep them out of business for a while. Even if it won't scare them, it'll keep them busy having something else to talk about. He would finally get some rest. So he agreed, and now everyone is in. As for Solomon, Luke, and Simeon, they agreed to come because they didn't have much to do. That amounts to a total of 13 people going to the haunted town. This included you, ofcourse.

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After a guelsome 12 hour ride, with Mammon whining on and on about how much he detested the idea of going to the town, Beel eating everything in sight, and Belphie, Lucifer, and Satan arguing about seating, You guys finally made it there. After meeting up with Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke, Simeon, and Solomon, you braced yourself for the worst part of the trip: Deciding the groups.

"I'm saying, I should be the one to go with MC because i'm their first, yanno?" Mammon argues, crossing his arms.

"Mammon you dunce. That's not how it works. Don't use your being her first to try and do everything with her," Satan intervenes.

"Satan is right! I say I should go! It's not everyday an otaku like me goes out to places like this, and MC would definitely keep me good company!" Levi says.

The rest of the brothers pipe in their complaints before Barbatos proposes an idea.

"I suggest that we don't split up at all for now. We can talk about groups when we're down on numbers or when we explore further into the town. Let's all stay close, hm?"

You gave Barbatos the "Thank you Barbatos you angel in hell my savior" eyes, before agreeing.

Diavolo lets out a hearty laugh. "Shall we get going now then? This whole town seems deserted, so we have a lot of places to look through!"

9 p.m

Finally, after a bit of exploring the town, you come across a wall. It really looked wrong when put with the things in the town. It was pearly white, while everything else was dark and really gloomy. For some reason, you felt nervous about the wall. Was it just the normal nervous? Of course you would be nervous. You're a human exploring a haunted town in the Devildom, which is haunted in it's own right. If this town has a reputation of being haunted, then it must truly be worse than all the things you've seen in the Devildom. Shivering a bit, you backed away from the wall a bit.

Noticing your action, Belphie asks you a simple question:

"Do you feel it too?" "That unusual air, I mean."

"Y-Yeah.. It's almost like behind that wall we'll see things we're not supposed to. For starters, it's weird how a wall is in the middle of the town, blocking us from going any further."

Before you could chat more, your head whipped around, facing the wall that now had a crack on it for only Diavolo knows why.

"Was that any of you guys?" You asked, before another shiver went down your spine.

A dozen of collective No's met your ears. This worried you.

"A-Are we gonna die? I don't wanna die in the yucky Devildom! Noo!" Luke started screaming.

"Luke, calm down. I'm sure there's a good meaning for all this. You'll be safe." Simeon reassures him, before walking closer to the wall and inspecting the newly formed cracks. Solomon, Lucifer, Diavolo, Satan, and Barbatos do the same. Belphie goes away from you to talk to all his brothers about something. You don't get the chance to ask.

Becausen that's when you felt it.

A hand.

Pulling at your leg.

You felt another hand pulling at your leg. Now both of your legs were being grabbed.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Was all you could manage before you disappeared from the wall, from everybody.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Everyone froze.

"Was that MC?" Asmo asked, fear evident in his voice.

Looking at where MC was supposed to be, all that was left was MC's DDD and her...keys?

"Aw..Shit man." Mammon mutters before dashing over to MC's last location.

Everyone was thrown into a state of panic. Tears uncontrollably started pouring from Luke's face.

"MC's DEAD! YOU LET HER DIE! WE'RE ALL DEAD!!!"

Everyone started looking around for MC in hopes of finding her. Where could she be anyways?

"Everyone. Let's calm down. We can assume that wherever MC is or was taken to has something to do with a place past these walls. There's no need to panic." Diavolo said, sweat rolling down his forehead.

Deep down he was as scared for MC as the brothers and the rest were. But he had to put on a strong front, because it was his duty to never cower in the face of trouble. He was the Prince of Devildom after all. Belphie was silently cursing himself for not staying with her. If he had stayed, this wouldn't have happened, would it? Satan and Barbatos were investigating the area around MC. The dirt was messed with, like something had popped out from it. Like in the horror movies, hands pop out and grab a person...but that was just fantasy. He sighed. "MC... be safe." Barbatos, while not reacting any particular way on the outside was also a bit nervous regarding MC. He liked her just as much as everyone did.

Beel was nervously glancing around. Mammon was pacing around, trying to find some sort of opening that MC may have clumsily slipped through. None. Luke sat on the ground, reminiscing on all the good times he had with MC. "Where are you..MC..?" Asmo was trying to compose himself, seeing as it would probably give him a pimple if he worried too much. He was silently hoping that MC was safe. Solomon was thinking of a possible solution as for why you disappeared. He wasn't getting anywhere. Fear and doubt were threatning to consume him, but he fought it back. Lucifer refused to swallow his pride and act worried for your well being. He was desperately searching for traces of you though. Simeon was beyond nervous. Anything could have happened to MC, and because she was a human, it would be hard for her to defend herself. He wanted to use this trip as a chance to get closer to her, too. That plan goes down the drain..

After a little more pondering, Diavolo came with the conclusion to break the wall altogether. It already had a crack in it, what's the harm? So they broke a good chunk of the wall.

After reaching past the wall, they spotted....A mansion? Yes. A huge mansion.

Suddenly, they heard a scream coming from the top right building of the mansion. Was that a zipline? Was that a...coffin..using the zipline as a form of transportation? Their questions were answered as soon as they heard another scream from the coffin.. A very familiar one.

"Ahhh! Get me out of here! I hate cramped places! You fucking-"

"AHH! That hurt, DAMN YOU!"

"NOO, I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!! HELP MEEE-AHHH!!"

That voice.

"MC!" Everyone shouted in unison.

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You heard voices calling to you. From what you could make out, it was.. everyone, you think. The coffin you were in was dark, cramped, and constantly moving. You could tell you were in the air.

"Guys! Help me!" You shouted as loud as you could, hoping they would hear you. Before you could await a response, you dropped.

You were falling inside the coffin. Where to, exactly?

Thud.

The impact of the fall shook you. How far down did you fall? The coffin cracked. You were able to pry your way out of the coffin, only to be met by a pair of maniac looking eyes.

...

"HELLO DEARIE~ YOU MUST BE MY NEW TEST RIGHT? OH I CAN'T WAIT! IT'S BEEN THOUSANDS OF YEARS BEFORE I GOT TO ZOMBIFY A HUMAN! COME ON NOW, DON'T BE SHY~" The Maniac looking...wait...zombify? ZOMBIFY? He meant to zombify you? That was it. You were gonna die, right here right now!

"N-N-N.."

"N-N-N?" Go on my dear!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" You shouted, out of pure terror.

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" MC screamed, which sounded like she had gotten the fright of her life.

"We were too slow to catch her! What do we do now, Lord Diavolo?" Luke asked in a panic.

"She sounds like she's in trouble. We have to get there quick- What the fuck." Mammon says, meeting the sight infront of him.

Were those.. Zombies?

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tofuxtea · 3 years ago

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[ OCT 18 ] HUMILIATION | eren yeager

+ pairing: eren yeager x fem!reader

+ warnings: nsfw, light humiliation, video making, light non-con?/dubcon??, that’s kinda it lmao

+ notes: SORRY THUS IS AO LATE IM SO SORRYSBKF

“eren, stop,” your gaze met the wall to your left as your hand flew up to block the path of the phone camera eren had pointed at you. the flash in the dark room like a car alarm cutting through dead silence as he recorded you, he ignored you. he grabbed your small wrist and tore your arm down to your side, watching the tiny phone screen capture your naked body, “please.”

“nah.” he’d replied with a dark smirk. “‘m gonna keep this for myself - when i’m away, yanno?” no. you didn’t. your face burned bright red under the obnoxious white light and you shifted uncomfortably in his lap. “c’mon, baby, give me a little show?”

eren couldn’t quite decipher the meaning of the blaring red that covered the tips of your ears. nor did he know if the pout on your lips was one of agreement or refusal. frankly, all he could really concentrate on was the warmth of your cunt against his clothed cock, as well as the slick that had soaked through your pretty pink panties and darkened the grey of his boxers.

it took him every ounce of his strength to not drop the phone and tear that lacy thing off and you could tell by the way the phone started losing its point of focus.

the man sucked in a sharp breath when you’d ground your hips into him, slow and hard while your little hands steadied you on his thin waist. a curse slipped when your rhythm went off and you started needily fucking yourself on him. the phone in eren’s shaky hand captured it all.

“e-eren, want you inside me.” you babbled when your impatience became unbearable. he groaned at your eagerly lewd voice. who was he to deny that?

“fuck, go ahead, baby. take your panties off for me.” he could only hope that the camera caught it as you slid the slicked panties down your pretty thighs and tossed them onto the ground. his grey eyes were locked on your dripping pussy, watching you straddle his hips to pull his boxers down his legs. the way you looked up at him so innocently had his stomach tightening with need.

his hard cock sprung against his stomach, dripping precum. you took him into your hand, slowly jerking him off for the camera. eren hissed sharply, bucking into your touch. he struggled to steady his hand and he was sure the video would be near unwatchable once it was finished. but he didn’t care.

“never - fuck - knew you’d be such a slut with a camera in front of you. you like it?” he asked tauntingly, much to your disliking. whimpering in response, eren got his answer. you were unsure as to why you were needier than usual, especially with that stupid light in your face but the way his teal crystalline eyes switched between you and the screen filled you with lust.

it was embarrassing, god it was so humiliating being recorded as you lowered yourself onto his cock, slick dripping down your spread thighs, but you couldn’t stop. eren teased you relentlessly through gritted teeth, trying his best to steady his hand while his other found purchase on your hip.

“make yourself cum, baby. for the camera.”

sorry for posting this so late i’ve been so busy lately:( -r

#eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger smut #eren yeager #eren jäger #eren yaegar #eren aot #aot kinktober #aot eren #attack on titan kinktober #attack on titan smut #attack on titan #attack on titan eren #eren jaeger #kinktober

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miyalove · 4 years ago

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⋆｡˚⁀➷ WRAPPED UP.

⤷ pairing. ceo!kuroo tetsuro x (female) secretary!reader

⤷ genre. fluff, smut, office au, friends with benefits au

⤷ warnings. swearing, taboo relationship, the use of princess as a nickname, possessiveness, messy sex, rough sex, begging, brief mentions of degradation, ass slapping, ass groping, teasing, (unexpected) sir kink, manhandling, dom!kuroo, sub!reader, power play, spitting, consumption of another person’s spit, lingerie, dirty talk, penetrative sex, sex without a condom (please be safe, kids), *unedited

⤷ note. this might be one of the dirtiest things i have EVER written... so i hope you enjoy! and of course, happy valentines day ♡

1.6k | what's a better valentine’s day gift for your boss than yourself?

the relationship you and kuroo have is a bit taboo. the secretary and the ceo. with the way you sway your hips with a little more emphasize when you leave his office, the way you laugh at all his jokes, the way your body dip downs (ass in the air looking absolutely perfect) to grab at fallen papers. of course, something was going to happen. you were practically betting on it.

but of course, it takes two to start the devil’s conga line.

it was kuroo who wanted you to stay later than usual. only you and him in his big office space and yet he urged you to stay, big hands rubbing at the inside of your thighs. it was him who insisted on how sexy you looked in the middle of meetings; your hair neatly tucked behind your ears, lips pouted and a fire behind your eyes that would make any man weak. it was kuroo that guided you to his desk, smile bright and eyes glowing with mischief because he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. you can’t complain though, you want it too.

he grabs at your waist turning you around so your thighs are firmly pressed against his desk. the lace you have on perfectly shapes your body. it presses at your delicate skin, digging and reaching into all the places kuroo wishes he could touch. he swears he could stare at you all day like this; bent over, dripping pussy on display just for him.

this was different though.

no matter how many times you walked in his office with your alluring eyes. kuroo prided himself on being professional. there was a natural attraction between the two of you, that much is obvious, but for the sake of his company, kuroo never made a move. the feeling of belittlement against you for ‘sleeping your way up’ would make him stay awake at night with guilt. however, tonight things were different. maybe it was the fact that this was your first valentines together or maybe fate just has a really niche sense of humor, but whatever the case; you’re still sopping wet and begging to be fucked.

his hands roam your body. he moves slowly, studying every curve and dip like you’re the latest from leonardo de vinci. ah yes, the redness from when i smacked her ass contrast perfectly to the color of her eyes. you’re beautiful. he desperately craves to say it but the words die on his tongue before he can speak. instead, he lets his actions talk.

“it’s too bad these have to go, princess.” a single finger traces your lace cladded entrance. the action alone has you whimpering. “i’ll buy you another set though.” you feel him shift from behind, body leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the small of your back.

one of his hands snake up to your neck, yanking at the roots of your tresses. the force makes you gasp. a mixture of pain, shock, and pleasure rushes through you. your head whips back in an uncomfortable position, but you’re able to see kuroo’s perfectly sculptured face, so really you have no complaints. “how do you feel about red?”

the sound of fabric ripping in half has you concern, at first. but kuroo tetsuro, for as long as you’ve known him has been a no bullshit kind of man. he teases and jokes but when it comes down to business, he’s a cutthroat beast. so it makes sense for him to move on as fast as he came.

there’s no time for you to wonder in astonishment at how he throws your (now useless) panties across his office. he’s already pulling out his cock and sinking into you until his body presses right against your back. naturally, your lips part into a pout that’s wrapped around a wanton moan. the stretch is sensational and the burn evens out the euphoria. he feels you up so well. you can feel his cock rub up against your walls, reaching spots within you that have never been touched by anyone else before. you understand now why your boss is no play and all business. when kuroo needs to, he’s not afraid to get down and dirty just like right now.

“this cunt was made for me.” is what he purrs into your ear. it’s embarrassing how much that affects you. the mere idea of being his has you clenching around his huge cock. his free hand rubs at your back, grabbing at the supple flesh on your ass. you can feel his nails dig into you, the coldness from his rings slightly soothing the pain.

“this ass was made for me too.” and to further cement his claim, he delivers a particularly hard thrust at the same time he smacks at your cheeks. the movement makes you fly forward, papers and other (probably very important things) slide off the top of his desk, but you don’t have time to care. not when the man of your dreams is fucking you so good. you’ll worry about the crumpled up project approval papers later.

“god, and that mouth.” he shifts to the side. the pressure on your head heightens while he pulls at your ends. your neck feels stiff and his thrust begin to shallow. his ring cladded fingers draw at your jaw, thumb playing with the entrance of your mouth.

“this pretty little mouth.” his lips brush against your own. his breath fans across your face. he’s so close to kissing you in fact if you moved just an inch closer you would– a fat glob of spit cuts you off. the sudden action made you flinch at first but kuroo made it very clear you could tell him to stop at anytime. his saliva comes down from his long tongue and slots within your mouth perfectly.

he clamps your jaw shut and you have no choice but to swallow him whole. “good girl, just like that.” he coaxes you while petting at your crown. when you finally open your mouth and all of him is gone, kuroo swears he could cum right then and there.

“you’re so fucking sexy. holy shit.” his shallow thrust began to get more punctuated now. you can’t hear anything besides the slapping of skin-on-skin contact. you don’t hear kuroo’s phone ringing for the third time. you don’t hear the bustling street life just below tetsuro’s flamboyant row of glass windows. all you can focus on is the intense pleasure that pumps through your veins. it makes you see stars with every thrust, makes your legs shake with every murmur of pretty girl. the white hot coil within you is thinning. it’s about to snap, you can feel it.

“te– tetsuro, please?”

“please, what, princess?” his voice is strained. he’s close too.

“please, can i come, sir?”

he can’t believe it. he must have died in the middle of the day and ended up in some kind of sex heaven with you as the starring role (not that he’s complaining). he has the a fantastic view of your ass bouncing, you swallow him down like the pretty slut you are, and you respond perfectly with every little touch, every little action. you’re perfect is what he concludes.

“fuck, yes.” his fingers dig into your sides. his grip is like a vice on your skin as he shoves himself deeper within you. “cum for me, princess.”

you feel his dick twitch and seconds later he’s cummings with a shaky sigh. you’re finally able to let go, you come at around the same time, milking his cock for every last drop. kuroo takes it upon himself to fuck you through your orgasm, a little slower this time, but it still has you breaking down.

he remembers the way you sauntered into his office, skirt a little too short and eyes practically begging for him. you must have known something was going to happen. there’s no way you just wear pretty pink lace to your everyday job. no, today was a special day for you and apparently for him too. when things finally get too much, kuroo tucks his softened cock back into his pants.

you’re hair is messy. it’s matted from all the sweat and tangled from all the times kuroo raked through your locks and pulled. your chest rises and falls quickly and your eyes are closed trying to concentrate. the blissful veil of sex is finally settling and yet you still look as gorgeous as ever. he’s left there staring at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him. like he wouldn’t mind waking up everyday to your face weather you’re smiling up at him or snoring up a storm.

when you shift to hop of the desk is when he finally makes a move. he grabs onto your waist, trying his hardest to steady himself so you’re able to balance too. your feet hit the floor and your legs feel like they’re gonna give out at any moment. they wobble under your weight. you can’t help but laugh. it’s a sweet, melodious tone that’s a little scratchy from your... previous actions, but still, he thinks it fits.

“what’s gotten you so giggly?” he guides you to one of his plush office chairs. as you walk, your body remains flesh against his.

“i just–,” your hues lock onto kuroo’s dark ones. “i wouldn’t mind if we did this again, yanno?”

he smiles down at you watching while you readjust your skirt back over your legs. you bend forward with you’re ass in the air. you must be doing it on purpose, he knows with the way you comically wiggle your hips. and he nods, “yes, i wouldn’t mind that either.”

#hqradiostation #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq!!#haikyuu smut #hq smut #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro smut #haikyuu x reader

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mrsabednadir · 3 years ago

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Here Comes the Night

WC: 640

SUMMARY: The BAU joins a multi-agency effort to track down one of the CIA’s most-devastating double agents ever.

PAIRING: GN! Y/N x BAU

A/N: It’s been a hot minute heyyyyyy I’ve been writing little drafts of CM episode scripts so i thought I might share it cuz maybe someone will enjoy it, yanno? Let me know if you like this format and want me to post more/the rest of the script once I finish it!

A/N: Also this story is very heavily based off a real case (Harold James Nicholson, if you’re interested). Also also the title is a Beach Boys song but it has absolutely nothing to do with the story, I just thought the name sounded cool

CRIMINAL MINDS

“Here Comes the Night, Part 1”

Season 7, Episode 7

EPISODE DESCRIPTION:

The Behavioral Analysis Unit joins a multi-agency effort to track down one of the CIA’s most-devastating double agents ever.

FADE IN:

INT. BAU OFFICE

We open as the AGENTS step out of an elevator; We see what they see. There are more suits than usual in the bullpen. As they walk in, making their way to the round table, the AGENTS glance apprehensively at each other.

CONT. SHOT - CAMERA FOLLOWS

PRENTISS: What the hell is going on?

MORGAN: No clue. But I highly doubt they’re [gesturing] all here to celebrate.

Y/N: [rolling eyes, scoffing] True. The last time there was this much ego in one room was that anthrax case, what, three years ago?

PRENTISS: [groaning] Please don’t let it be biowarfare again.

MORGAN: Oh, Prentiss, don’t cry. Look: no fatigues.

PRENTISS: [shrugging] True.

REID: The absence of camouflage does not preclude the presence of self-importance.

[beat]

REID: What?

MORGAN: Kid, was that a joke?

REID: I don’t know why everyone thinks I can’t be funny!

PRENTISS: You better not bring up that study again about how smart people are funnier.

REID: Well, if the shoe fits…!

Y/N: [laughing] Reid, you’re my hero.

We’ve now reached the familiar roundtable. There are our usual faces, but a new one too. A stern-looking man, even more so than HOTCH, is standing next to our Unit Chief and staring at the AGENTS before him.

INT. ROUNDTABLE

HOTCH: Everyone, this is Deputy Director Stevens of the CIA’s Counterintelligence Center.

We see side-eyes being shared.

HOTCH: [cont.] Seven years ago, we joined the CIA in identifying a mole in their Counterterrorism Unit.

We now see the faces of everyone in the room fall, as realization of what their new case will entail passes over them.

HOTCH: [cont.] After an extensive investigation, we concluded that the mole was Bruno Hawks.

The screen flashes to show a mugshot: this white man, 50, is smirking. He radiates arrogance.

HOTCH: In doing so, we recovered $6 million transferred between Hawks and his accomplice, Hassan Nadir.

STEVENS: The apprehension of Bruno Hawks was an achievement between the FBI and the CIA. We recently received information from a Russian informant that [sighing] we have a leak. The informant said that this was a CIA agent with a military background, who speaks a foreign language, and who recently spent time in Asia.

HOTCH: Right now, they’ve narrowed down the list to seven possible agents. The Directors of both agencies have asked us to interview these potentials to narrow the list even more.

The gravity, and deja vu, of the situation hits all of our AGENTS heavily. They know it is up to them to save the lives of spies and citizens alike.

JJ: Have any of them taken a polygraph test yet?

STEVENS: No. Any sudden action, like a polygraph, might scare them into cutting off contact with their handler or destroying evidence.

HOTCH: The Department of Justice plans to pursue the death penalty – they need all the evidence they can get.

Silence.

HOTCH: Just like with the mole investigation seven years ago, we’ll be shadowing and interviewing each of the potentials.

He moves to stand up, signifying to the others it’s time.

HOTCH: I don’t have to explain the gravity and timeliness of what we’re dealing with here.

All the AGENTS shuffle out of the room, and as they leave, we can catch conversations between them.

Y/N: [to REID] Ready to head to Langley?

MORGAN: [chuckling] No, he’s scared of not being the smartest person in the room anymore. Remember that agent with the, what was it, 197 IQ?

Y/N: Oh God, Kruger Spence. [mock-shivering] Literally the definition of unsettling.

REID: Hey Morgan, how’s Gina doing?

MORGAN: [laughing] Damn, touché, kid. Touché.

#criminal minds fic #criminal minds #bau x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #derek morgan #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #spencer reid x you #fanfic #jennifer jareau #fbi au #behavioral analysis unit #birdiewrites

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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White Carnation

Ex!Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

a/n: iwa-chan being your ex is so painful and numbing

huhuhu angst isnt my forte but this is an exception bc chi is my sista

anon request: ex-boyfriend/childhood friend iwaizumi would be super angsty but i have no idea what they’d fight about ,, now imagine if after being kitaichi’s manager/medic, reader becomes karasuno’s medic/temporary manager (until kiyoko got recruited),, then she couldn’t come to the seijoh practice match so she has no idea her team fought her ex,,, only to find out during inter-high and everyone’s like wtf??? that spiky haired ace is your ex?? meanwhile kageyama’s like “yall didn’t know?” — chi

ong this finna be painful

its always been the three of you

with living across the oikawas came great perks

even way before you could remember, you were always with the 2 other boys: your neighbor across your house, tooru, and his best friend who practically lived there, hajime

hajime first saw you when you were covered in dirt after you were trying to catch a butterfly for tooru at the back and oikawa pushed you out of the way into a puddle of mud when he saw a bug

iwa stared at you then immediately said ‘my name is iwaijumi hajime. i think youre really pretty’

yep thats really how it went

and poor babie didnt know how to pronounce his ‘z’s yet so it sounds like ‘j’s :(

while tooru liked you because you werent like other girls who stayed inside and played dolls instead playing outside

you played with him at his back yard with the volleyball he owned and always made him laugh and have fun

iwa liked you because you didnt shy away from bugs, instead you were braver than tooru and even helped iwa look for any beetles and caught them for him to keep as pets

they liked you because you were like them

you were like one of the bois

but that kinda hurt you in the future

as you all grew up, you started going through yanno teenager things

like you started to have crushes

specifically on your best friend, iwaizumi hajime

thankfully tooru didnt see you like that and still saw you as one of the bois and saw you as that annoying twin sister

but unfortunately, iwa did too

every time you made an effort to do something to emphasize that you were, hello, a girl, he would laugh and tease you

‘hehe i didnt think you even knew what a dress was!’

was his comment when you came over wearing a yellow sundress with flats

tooru, who you shared these secrets with, gave you a worried glance but you smiled, covering up the hurt

‘meh. my mom forgot to dry my clothes so i had to wear these old clothes’

no, they werent old

they were just bought yesterday with the intention of finally being recognized as girl and complimented

but the person it was for, couldnt even be bothered to remember that you werent just one of the boys and that you possibly wanted to be told that you were pretty or cute

your other best friend noticed your quietness and he stood up from his crouching position and placed a hand on your shoulder, making you look at him

your teary eyes made him sigh but he grinned at you

‘its really pretty, y/n-chan! you should wear it more often! pretty things deserve to be seen and complimented’

god why couldnt you have a crush on oikawa tooru instead

why did it have to be towards the boy who was too caught up with catching bugs and playing ball to ever see you differently and has never said a single praise towards you?

‘what do you think, iwa-chan? isnt she pretty?’

oikawa hinted but hajime remained his eyes on the tv as the players hit the ball, too distracted to even be bothered to look at you

‘she looks the same’

he mumbled and your nose stung and eyes watered, looking down to hide the wobbling of your lips

‘its okay, kawa-chan. can i wear your clothes for now? i dont like this dress thats why i never wore it’

oikawa tried to stop you but you were already straight up the stairs and towards his room

he angrily stomped over to iwa and slapped his arm, startling the other boy and him snarling in pain

‘what the-’

‘youre so dumb. youre so mean. i wonder where she went wrong and what she saw. seriously’

he ranted and moved to sit back on the floor but not before kicking iwaizumi, making him fall on his side

‘OI KUSOKA-’

‘so whos winning?’

your voice interrupted iwa’s mid-scream and he looked up from the floor to see you wearing an alien hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts that were a little too loose so they drooped by your knees

your originally curled and elegantly braided hair was now pulled up into a bun by a scrunchie that you left around the house from years ago

there was a bit of redness around your eyes and iwa scrambled up to check if you were okay since your face looked swollen

‘oi, did you eat something weird? your face is all red so youre probably having a reaction’

he fretted and you watched as his hands glided across your face and held you by the shoulders to take a closer look

‘yea, a reaction from a bad reaction’

thankfully iwa was too busy checking to hear oikawa snarkily whisper and you sent him a glare that made him quiet down

‘haji-kun, im fine’

you dismissed and side stepped to go sit next to oikawa, completely brushing him off

now iwa was confused

you would usually smile up at him, say ‘aw~ are you worried about me, haji-kun?’ then skip over

not frown and act so coldly

‘oi, y/n, what-’

‘lets go to the bakery! theres a sale going on there!’

oikawa shouted which made you jolt in surprise

he knew of his best friend’s beginning interrogation but he knew you were too upset to be bothered by hajime’s questions

‘they have a buy one get one sale on milk bread! and those-those treats you like! theyre on sale too!’

omg oikawa is a real one 🥺

oikawa blinked harshly at you to go along with the act and you stuttered and nodded

‘uh-eung! yea!’

that was probably the moment that iwaizumi started noticing

except he thought it was a pining between his best friends rather than you towards him

ofc iwa was a loyal friend

he thought that you and oikawa were two people who were crushing on each other yet too afraid to say anything

tbh he shouldve seen this coming because duh you were an incredibly pretty girl and oikawa was the handsomest guy in the whole area!

it was almost,,, natural for you both to gravitate towards each other

maybe thats why,,,

he started to distance himself to give you both the space and want without him in between

maybe thats why,,,

he started to feel these feelings of,, jealousy?? like he started to feel a little scared and honestly he wasnt sure who to be jealous of bc he knew once you started dating, you’d both be too busy to hang out with him

maybe thats why,,,

he was no longer your friend

iwaizumi hajime became a simple stranger you would just pass by in the hall

it happened around the 2nd year of middle school

you and oikawa were still close friends but you have drifted away into not being as close while you and iwaizumi became,,,, distant

basically strangers

the boy you used to dream about when you were 8 and dreamt of marrying once you were old enough

he was no longer him

before, you and iwa were actually really close without oikawa

like you would hang out when oikawa was too busy with takeru

you both would go to the arcade and play games with no fear of oikawa whining and complaining to take turns

you had a lot of fun together and yet, all of a sudden, everything stopped

because iwa knew how,,, possessive oikawa was

he thought that if he were to continue being friends with you, he would risk losing his best friend out of jealousy or misunderstandings and he didnt want that precious bond to be ruined by a girl

even if that girl,,,

was you

thats why it was so awkward when you came over to oikawa’s house after so long and seeing him there, eating breakfast in the kitchen

your best friend didnt want to tell you that iwa spent the night bc quite frankly, oikawa was already fed up with this

you think he didnt know?

you think he didnt know that iwa distanced himself due to an unknown misunderstanding?

you think he didnt know that you also distanced yourself due to being hurt as he casted you aside?

and oikawa was also worried

he didnt want to ever bring up your name with iwa bc to be honest, he didnt think iwa even liked you all that much

he thought that iwa only tolerated you for so long bc you were the only girl who wasnt in love with oikawa and knew you long enough to be comfortable w you

but babie oiks is misunderstood that :(

he didnt want to ever bring up his name with you bc he knew how sensitive it was for you and how sad and pained you were when he suddenly stopped even replying to your texts

one time when you cornered him, he looked angry and gently pushed you back and quickly walked away

no he was scared that oikawa could see you both and misunderstand

‘just,,, stay away from me, okay? its better this way’

god you wanted to scream at him and shout at him and punch him but he kept silent and refused to answer your questions and refused to acknowledge your existence

you were so confused and you were just so hurt and eventually, you became indifferent to him and treated him the same way

anyways

you stepped into the house, not even bothering to shout your arrival and quickly wandered through the hallway before turning the corner to go to the kitchen

but you stopped, seeing the familiar hair with olive eyes eating breakfast on the kitchen island, also stopping with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth at the sight of you

your gazes clashed and you blinked before your lips formed into a thin line, turning and going to the fridge and look for food

iwa wasnt surprised

he figured you were both getting closer to dating and you were already basically living in his house

it all makes sense

BRUH THEYVE BEEN FRIENDS SINCE THEY WERE LTR BORN LIKE BLS THEYRE JUST SIBLINGS

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

‘h-how are you’

he mumbled, trying to fix the awkward silence while cursing inside of how long oikawa was taking to shit

you hummed, taking a water bottle and slamming the fridge door shut, harder than necessary

‘oh, now you see me?’

you really didnt mean for it to be a snarky comment but it came out before you even realized what you said

he winced

‘listen, im-’

‘oh? youre here, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice cut him off and he returned back to his bowl of rice, leaving you standing there furrowing your brows

you shrugged, already knowing that hajime was like this, so you turned to look at oikawa with a wrinkled nose at the sound of the toilet flushing

‘tooru, did you drink straight milk again? you know how it makes your stomach upset’

you chided and tooru turned red at the implication of his dookie

‘o-oi! y/n-chan! of course id know if i was lactose intolerant!’

i just think how funny it would be like the irony of his love for milk bread yet being lactose intolerant at the same time

he huffed and you nodded but not exactly believing him

‘kay kay’

you teased and walked to the living room but oikawa caught you in a headlock and he ruffled your hair while you complained and whined to let you go

you were giggling as tooru was giving you noogies, feeling the tension leave your body

all while iwa was watching

maybe it was because he stopped hanging out with you and havent seen you like this for almost a year

so carefree and so happy as you scored higher than him at the hoop game and he would begrudgingly let you hug him when he managed to win you a doll from the claw machine

but yea he definitely forgot your smile

he forgot how it looked like bc the last time you met gazes, you sent him a hurt glance and looked away and he knew he deserved that

god he hated it

but no, he was doing this for tooru

he was doing this because his best friend liked someone who actually deserved him

but dear god why did it hurt

iwa was starting to wonder if he made the right choice

he could easily handle you two dating

right?

maybe that was when iwa started to realize,,, he was starting to feel different towards you

the time apart definitely made him remember why he was friends with you

you weren’t like those girls he saw in tv or outside with the frilly clothes and the makeup and the fancy hair

no that wasnt you

you were different

you were too lazy to even pick out a cute outfit, opting for comfort with one of their sweatshirts and sweatpants

you preferred to chase after butterflies rather than sitting inside bc hajime’s adventurous spirit latched itself on to you too

you would usually climb the tree to get the volleyball that got stuck up in the branches bc tooru was too scared of heights and you wanted to prove your strength and capability

god you were so different

what if you liked him instead?

iwa startled himself with that thought in the middle of eating and caused him to choke on his rice

tooru noticed him coughing violently so he grabbed the water bottle from your hand and threw it straight towards the boy

iwa snapped the cap open,not caring where that water came from, and chugged it down before sighing in relief after the quite scary situation

you then realized what happened and you turned red, speedwalking into the living room

oiks totally didnt do that on purpose and he was doing the lenny face at you before switching masks and wearing a worried one for iwa

‘iwa-chan! you need to slow down!’

he chided and iwaizumi yelled at him to be quiet, completely clueless to the fact that he just shared an indirect kiss with you

but you did and lordie did you hate it

from then on,,,

iwa was just seeing you everywhere

iwa saw you from his classroom when you would go hang out with your new friends outside

he noticed you not even being too loud, only speaking up when asked while the others opted to continue talking about nonsense you probably gave no care about with how you secretly rolled your eyes

those moments made him laugh

the next time you both ran into each other was during his morning practice

oikawa phoned you in the morning while you were getting ready, saying he accidentally left his knee pads at home and he was already at school but you werent so he wanted you to bring them to him

you knew damn well that iwaizumi hajime would be there but you didnt care because youre not even friends anymore after he just dropped you like that

YES SISTER WE DESERVE BETTER

so thats why you found yourself pushing the metal gym door open at 6 in the morning and shouting oikawa’s name

his eyes brightened at your voice and he dropped the ball to run towards you by the door

‘oh my god thank you so much, y/n-chan!’

he shouted and hugged you out of excitement while you cringed and hit him to get off of you

‘ew dont touch me trashykawa’

you mumbled and he whined, finally stepping away with a pout

iwa was watching you both from the side and he blinked, wondering if you were trying a new hairstyle

if not, then you changed something bc currently, you practically glowing to him

he watched you scold oikawa for being forgetful and him begging for forgiveness but also thanking you before he was scoldede again by the coach

but the coach was relieved that he could finally play with the proper equipment and not risk anymore injuries

oikawa was already bidding you good bye and you were about to turn to leave when you finally met the many gazes of iwaizumi hajime

your eyebrows unconsciously furrowed together and your lips turned to a frown then you sharply turned and walked through the doors

unbeknownst to him, oikawa watched as his best friend’s face turned hurt at your expression and remained staring at the door you just went out of even when you were already gone

‘iwa-chan, lets get to practice’

after that

iwa has concluded god has decided to be mean to him

bc who was giving him these weird heart attacks and tummy aches at the simple sight of you?

literally he ignored you for a good time yet now hes noticing you again?

what kinda unfairness-

but you proved to accept his previous behavior by not even giving him a single glance anymore

that made him sad so iwa would sometimes stop doing what hes doing so he could freely stare at you laugh at something a classmate said during class

thats totally not creepy iwa lol

he doesnt even know hes doing it sometimes bc hes so absorbed on trying to figure out the answers of his questions

but the worst was when he got caught

you sat at the very front and oikawa and iwa sat at the back

it was lunchtime and you were eating with a few girls and a guy from another class and yall were laughing and talking together

iwa had oikawa and these other guys makki and matsukawa from the class next door to eat lunch with

can i please just dream that our third year seijoh boys were actually friends since the very beginning like pls and thanks

oikawa was rambling about how some girl giving him cookies the other day when he noticed iwa not listening but staring at you while moving his chopsticks around

poor iwa-chan was confused as to how even with messy hair, you still looked beautiful?

like no matter what angle or how you turned, the light always seemed to hit you perfectly to accent out your features

how was that possible?

‘-and she just-iwa-chan? iwaizumi?’

he called out and said boy jolted, eyes widening at the confused, bored, and knowing eyes

‘hm?’

‘oh? were you looking at y/n-chan?’

oikawa teased and the gojira fanboy waved his hands around to deny that statement

but makki chuckled and leaned in

‘hm, wouldnt blame ya. shes really pretty you know? some guy in our class saw the girls ranking and shes in the top 5′

okay iwa was angry

was it because everyone else noticed how pretty you are?

was it because you were part of this list?

was it because his own friend said you were pretty?

why did he even care anyways?!

oikawa smirked at the clenched fist under the table and decided to poke fun even more

‘oh really? well, it doesnt really matter because its always the girl’s decision right? but most of the time, their choice is utter trash’

the meme duo shared a confused look

‘hah? what are you going on about, oikawa’

oikawa internally apologized to you after what hes about to do because hes so tired and exhausted of having to be so careful and walking on eggshells between you two

so he did an oikawa move

‘yanno how y/n-chan and i have been friends since we were little ducklings right? so ages ago, like ages ago, little y/n-chan had a crush on this brute bc for some reason she thought he was brave or something and apparently thats appealing to girls rather than the nice and gentlemanly type. but of course, yanno how this goes, he pooped up and now hes stuck on doing this weird stalking staring thing. right, iwa-chan~?’

okay im sorry i take it back oikawa is a bitch

iwa shook

you,,, had a what on who?!

a crush on him?!

is he the brute?!

so it wasnt oikawa?

it was to him?

then why did you act like that?

why did you both act like that?

‘what’

iwaizumi mumbled and he met oikawa’s pointed gaze

‘hmm,,,, you dont have to worry about it anymore though since theyre not even friends anymore. but listen to me and listen well, makki, mattsun, if you hurt a girl even once, theyre never going to forget it. my sister said that apparently theres this little voice in their head that tells them that theyre going to get hurt again and thats where their trust issues begin to develop and--IWA-CHAN WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!’

iwa was already out of his seat and straight walking towards you and your group before stopping beside your chair

your friends quieted down at the sight of the known boy and you blinked then turned your head to see him, your eyes instantly turning dark and looking away immediately

‘what the hell do you want’

you hissed and natsu almost choked on his rice ball if it wasnt for another girl patting his back

‘it was me, right? all along, not oikawa, but me?’

his meek voice made you look up in confusion

‘what are you talking-’

‘you chose me instead him’

then it was like a click that you realized what he said

‘how did you know’

‘i-i’

he stuttered but was cut off when the teacher finally arrived to announce the end of lunch and iwa was forced to go back to his seat

the whole class time, you would sneak glances back and iwa would be staring at his paper while oikawa would wink at you and give you smirks

OH GOD HE TOLD HIM

after class you stomped up to the brunette haired boy

‘how could you?! why did you tell-’

‘lets talk, y/n? please?’

iwa was holding your arm and you glared at him before turning away and walking away

oikawa patted him on the shoulder in good luck and whispered,

‘get your girl’

the rooftop ledge looked really delicious right now

no words were exchanged so you were both just silent with you staring at him while he was looking off to the side

‘so what? now you know and so what do you want?’

you spoke first and iwa guiltily met your eyes

‘everything was,,, a mess. i misunderstood and i didnt communicate and i,,, messed up’

he mumbled the last part but you caught it perfectly causing you to scoff

‘damn right you did. so now you know and then youre going to do the cliche thing they do in those dramas where you magically profess your love for me and-’

‘hey y/n lets date’

you froze and looked at him shocked with wide eyes and jaw dropped

‘excuse me? who are you to say that?!’

you shrieked

‘first you think i have some big crush on tooru and this caused you to basically drop me like a damn pencil and second youre asking me to date you? iwaizumi hajime i thought you were always the smarter one. what the hell are you spouting you damn imbecile-’

iwa did the only thing he thought of

he quickly leaned forward and pecked your lips

he saw some guy do it in a telenovela that his mom watched a week ago and that was how the girl got silent so iwa thought it would be smart to shut you up that way

and it worked

bc you were so conflicted: angry, confused, sad, happy

you was the whole range of emotions in one second

‘i was stupid. and i was dumb. i wanted to give you and shittykawa space because i thought he liked you and he would be mad and misunderstand if we continued hanging out without him. but you shouldve told me you liked me, baka. maybe i wouldve come to like you back’

iwa rambled but your eyes watered and you huffed, slapping him across the face but pulled his collar to kiss him again

tbh iwa was shook bc he got 2 kisses in a row today and hes never been kissed before and its from this really pretty girl

‘how dare you kiss me and still not like me’

you seethed when you pulled away

but iwa held your hands

‘im starting to come to. give me time and i’ll accept your confession’

and give him time you did bc you finally were able to try and mend that friendship again and soon, you were already starting to fall back in love with him

but iwa also

during the end of your 2nd year, iwa nervously tugged you to the rooftop and you smirked

‘what? you gonna profess your love for me haji-kun?’

you teased and expected him to laugh and smack you gently but he didnt

he turned red and he looked down at his shoes as he magically produced a flower out of nowhere

‘please accept me, y/n!’

he shouted while holding out the single white carnation

your eyebrows scrunched and you grabbed the flower from his hands before punching him weakly

‘stupid! stupid haji-kun! i already accepted you! since we were five! how could you not see my feelings’

you whimpered, trying to hide the blush on your face but he smothered you to a hug, making you both topple over in the process

you had the cliched term of ‘summer love’

of course you still hung out with tooru but you both would hang out other days just you both

like you and iwa liked going over to some old playground by your house and you both would watch the sky on top of the slide assembly while talking about stupid stuff and the future

‘haji-kun, do you know what you want to be when youre old?’

you asked and he turned his head to look at you but you were focused on the stars

‘gojira’

he simply replied and you giggled, reaching over to hit his chest

‘baka. you cant be gojira-san’

iwa found himself giggling with you before he reached down to softly interwine your fingers and hold them up to look at them

‘hm, i dont really know. maybe a volleyball player. or someone in the volleyball team, i dont know’

you hummed, knowing him and tooru’s shared love for the sport

‘i wanna be a doctor. i want to save lives and help people and make money too! my mothers friend offered to intern me but apparently im still too young’

you pouted

iwa listened to you but then a lightbulb rang in his head

‘oi, y/n’

he started and you looked at him

‘you can be our manager. or medic. or doctor person. that bastard is going to push himself even harder because naoki-senpai gave him that damn position and he might kill himself trying to beat that farmer dude. besides, shittykawa is going to be the captain next year and i’ll be vice so youd easily get it anyways. so you in?’

you blinked at him before breaking out to a smile

‘eung! i wanna see my baby play what he loves!’

iwa’s face contorted to disgust

‘bABy?! iM nOt a BABY! im A mAn!! mAN!!’

‘mhm, okay. my mans, haji bara arms is my mans’

your relationship is very balanced with the perfect ratio of crackhead and seriousness and understanding bc as we ALL KNOW EVERYTHING STARTED W A MISUNDERSTANDING

like if he accidentally said something that hurt your feelings like that dress incident from years ago btw you brought it up to him and told him you were practically traumatized by that and he kept on apologizing and appearing at your doorstep with a white carnation in apology you would gently tell him bc communication is K E Y and he would tell you sorry and you guys would understand and make up

you guys were so lovey dovey that ltr oikawa would fake gag and throw up to the side when he catches you guys even doing things like holding hands

like bls he sees that flesh to flesh contact and he wretches his breakfast

‘ew, its the settling down for me’

‘its the flatness of the ass for me’

you stuck your tongue out while he pouted and iwa looked so proud like oml

you guys were still at the honeymoon phase where everything was peaches and rainbows and it continued until your 3rd year

as mentioned above, iwa basically gave you the managerial position

like yall were walking to school during the first day talking about how worried yall were at passing your classes when suddenly he was all like ‘ill see you in the gym later?’

you smiled and blinked confusingly

‘hm? you want a cheerleader there, baby?’

he flushed red at the nickname and furrowed his eyebrows

‘baka, stop calling me that’

you giggled and dodged his gentle smack but he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to his chest

‘i thought we already agreed that you would be our medic slash manager? i mean, it could give you experience for the future right?’

you rested your chin on his front to look up at him and your face held a teasing smirk

‘hmmm~~~ haji-kun just admit it. you want me to be there to cheer you on~’

you teased and nuzzled your cheek on him

iwa scoffed but he couldnt help a soft smile appearing

‘i mean-yea, but its for the future so ill help you every way i can’

‘oya? the future? will you marry me in the future, haji-kun?’

‘MARRY?! HOW DID YOU GET MARRY OUT OF THAT, BRAT’

‘AAWWWWW DONT BE SUCH A TSUNTSUN HAJI-KU-ACKDKJFSLKJNOT THE HAIR!!!’

sure enough you were at the gym after school

the coaches knew you werent a fangirl of oikawa bc hes seen you since the very beginning and oikawa clears you are actually a sister to him and you were fit for the job

ofc hes captain and someone as good as oikawa was going to get what he wants

the gym was full of newbies and recruits hoping to get into the powerhouse team and your eyes scanned to find those ridiculously pretty olive eyes that belonged to your beloved-

‘HAJI-KUN~~!!!’

you waved and shouted loudly, gaining his and everyone else’s attention as well

the underclassmen cooed and awed at you bc their senpai who was famous for being really pretty was in the building

‘waaaa its l/n-senpai’

‘shes so pretty’

‘oMG shes righT iN FroNT oF me!!’

yea you get the gist

the poor ‘haji-kun’ was shrinking under the attention and was growling at oikawa’s teasing look but he begrudgingly held his arms out for you to run into them and snuggle into him

‘hmmm i missed you, haji-kun. im really sad we’re in different classes this year. but then again! i can be here with you!’

you pouted and he ruffled your hair affectionately

‘why else do you think i offered it brat’

oikawa rolled his eyes and gagged before taking your arm to the coach so he could sort you out

‘honestly! not in front of the children, okay?!’

but everything was quickly resolved and you were finally officially their manager/medic

you did managerial duties and you were the go-to when someone falls harshly or gets hurt in any way

in between homework, school, reading medical books, and practice, you and iwa havent spent a lot of time together and tbh that was quite straining your relationship??

like it was something that you saw coming and you both even had a talk about it but you still feel like you didnt prepare enough when it did come

one day, it was monday and there was no practice so you and iwa were walking home together

he squeezed your hand occassionally and you would sing and hum while walking

and omg his heart would balloon up when you would smile up at him and giggle when you would catch him staring

he honestly thought youd both hang out and just lay on the couch, snuggle, yanno the routine

but once you pulled out your textbooks, notebooks, and pens, he was confused

like he even held your hands and stopped you from pulling anything else out

‘y/n? i thought we were,, watching a movie or something?’

you blinked and shook your head

‘i need to study for a test and i still need to memorize how to treat a sprain, haji-kun. there’s more important things to do right now. maybe later?’

more important things?!

more important than showering you with love?

more important than even spending a second with him?

now, dont get him wrong, iwaizumi hajime was by no means a clingy and possessive boyfriend

he understood the boundaries and he understood the priorities

but dear god its been WEEKS since he even hung out w you since your entire schedule seemed to throw him out of loop and acted as if he didnt exist

and now, he was aggrivated and irritated and he wanted nothing but to just cuddle his girlfriend

you noticed his huff and pout but he remained silent

you quirked an eyebrow and placed your pen down

‘haji? whats wrong?’

his eyes snapped to you and you knew now he was angry

‘oh? were you able to spare a few seconds for dear old me?’

you were taken aback and you knew there was a fight brewing so you hid your growing irritation and calmly put your things aside

‘hajime, what are you on about?’

you pried and he looked shocked, almost offended

‘what am i on about? what am i on about? y/n, do you know the last time i even came over? the last time i held you and just talked?’

his voice got louder by every word and you quickly stood up

‘dont you dare raise your voice at me, hajime. if we have a problem, we talked over it calmly. we dont yell or shout, nothing gets resolved. we talked about this’

but he scoffed

‘talked? when was that? when did we actually just talk? hm? because I sure as hell dont remember it’

youve only seen hajime angry once and it was when you lied to him to go spend time with oikawa

okay in your defense, oikawa was having a panic attack and he begged you not to tell iwa because he didnt want to be scolded by iwa even though you kept telling him that iwa wasnt like that

and theres a reason as to why its only been a one-time thing because iwa was known to have patience that was as long as the damn nile river

except for oikawa bc it seems oikawa just cuts that patience by a million

and when he finally snaps, its when he couldnt take it anymore and he finally gets loose

when iwaizumi hajime was angry, you really done it

you didnt really know how you handled that anger so you were at a loss and you were feeling conflicted and pained at the way he looked at you

‘h-hajime,,,’

you started and he looked at you expectantly

‘well? when did we last actually talk outside the school premises y/n?’

there was that inner witty voice of yours that wanted to say ‘right now?’ but you held it in bc he was completely serious

‘hajime, please understand. i-i dont want to let anyone down! my grades! the team! i-’

‘but what about me, y/n?’

he tiredly asked

‘do those things-those people- matter more than me? and i really really dont want to ask that but im so so confused y/n’

despite sounding manipulative, you knew iwa was feeling defeated and he couldnt help but ask those questions and sound so desperate

so you scrambled to sit next to him on the couch and held him against you

‘of course you matter to me-haji you mean everything to me, you understand? god, if an adult hears me theyd think im crazy but i love you, hajime. i love you and im so sorry if i ever made you feel that way because i really didnt mean to, okay? im so sorry’

you sobbed and he turned to fully envelop you into his arms and he sighed contently, remembering how good it felt to have you right there

‘no, im sorry, doll. i was being clingy and i didnt mean to lash out, i-’

you slightly let go and cupped his face

‘nonono you were perfectly valid. what you felt was perfectly reasonable. i havent been a good girlfriend lately, huh?’

you sadly smiled but he kissed you, holding you even closer

‘youre always a good one to me. always. just with a not good schedule but we can fix that, right?’

SORRY I REALLY DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE A FIGHTING SCENE BC ITS ANGSTY AND I DONT DO WELL WITH ANGST BC IT MAKES ME CRY 😭

tbh that was really your only big fight

even when you guys graduated middle school, you both were still quite happy and you both worked hard to make time for each other

HOWEVER

when high school arrived, you both had chosen an extremely hard decision

you chose to go to karasuno while oikawa and iwa went to seijoh

which was a,,,, hard and difficult decision

in fact, you both didnt have a fight per se, just a disagreement that ended in like 30 minutes lmao

tbh its so scary and concerning of how rarely you both have bad times and how quickly it gets resolved

BUT THEN AGAIN THIS IS AN ANGST REQUEST SO ILL OF COURSE BRING IN THE SADNESS

you were busy with karasuno and you were actually taking college courses since you wanted to have a good record if you ever wanted to get into a medical field

that meant you had a lot of homework and most of your time was spent with schoolwork or interning for that family friend mentioned earlier

and you were also a manager for the volleyball team bc karasuno is a butt and they require you to have an after school club

so that meant,,,

no time for iwa

and fate just so happens to hate you bc the days you did have off, he would be busy with volleyball and he wouldnt be able to spend time with you

even weekends were like that

eventually, you both went for 2 months with no contact, just a few text messages and calls

and that strained your former strong relationship

and you knew that iwa was getting angry again with how he even typed his responses

‘want me to bring over snacks for the team?’

‘its okay. wouldnt want you to waste time or anything’

like that type of bull

you were getting increasingly worried because you havent had a good proper time to talk to him about it and you didnt want to fight over the phone

your best friend, kiyoko, noticed your anxious ticks and she snapped you out of your current daydream

‘hey? y/n? you okay?’

she gently asked and you blinked before nodding

‘mhm. just,,, thinking’

but she didnt buy that lie because you went back to chewing your lips and eyes even watering

‘i can revise your notes for you, y/n. and the team isnt doing anything big so i can handle it. you just go see him after school bc i cant handle you being sad anymore’

kiyoko gently smiled and you almost cried bc finally! you were able to clear your schedule enough to go visit your boyfriend

at the end of the school day, you bolted out of there and you were running and huffing all the way to seijoh bc you really wanted to talk to him as soon as possible

the gym was clear in view and you smiled, looking forward to seeing your beloved boy, when you saw him and oikawa being surrounded by girls

now keep in mind, youve suffered through middle school with oikawa and you were his best friend and has known him since you were a toddler

so you know of his looks and the attraction it brought him from all the females

so that didnt really bother you

but what bothered you was the horde of girls that stuck on to your boyfriend and he didnt even look bothered

just,,, blank

not even pushing away or feeding into their actions

just,,, standing there

‘haji?’

you called out and as if he had a built-in sensor for you, his ears twitched and he swiveled to look at you

‘y/n’

he breathed out and you smiled gently

iwa quickly moved away from the girls and he grabbed your hand so you both could go somewhere else to talk privately

the back of the gym was quiet and you leaned against the wall, iwa joining you shortly

‘how-how are you?’

you asked and he scoffed, totally surprising you

‘is this how we are y/n? asking each other questions as if we’re friends who are meeting for the first time in a while? wait--actually we are arent we?’

you grimaced and looked to the side, knowing he starts his stages of anger with being passive aggressive

‘haji,, please understand’

you pleaded and swiveled to stand in front of him

iwa didnt meet your eyes, instead shoving his hands in his pants pockets and eyes trained to his shoes as he kicked rocks

‘y/n, ive been trying,, for months ive been understanding. please dont ask me to understand anymore’

he snipped and you sniffed

‘im doing this because-because my grades are starting to matter! my future is resting on these years! i have to-’

‘dont you think i know that?!’

he cut you off harshly

your eyes were shaking at his attempt to calm himself down and his trembling hands

‘dont you think i know that you are doing this for that? because ive known you since i was five y/n and i know you would push everything-everyone- else aside to reach a damn goal of yours. no matter the cost, as long as you get it, right? well youve always been like that and somehow i still accepted that yet years later here we are’

iwa waved his arms around to accentuate his point and hurt was bubbling inside your chest at a subtle jab at your flaw

‘well im sorry mr. volleyball ace player! im not talented in any area so i have to depend on my studies to get me a future! so fck me for trying to survive and create a life for us!’

‘us?! how is this for us?! y/n we cant even last a single year being apart and youre already thinking ahead of the future?!’

‘im doing this for you! for us! just wait hajime! we will be happy-’

‘I DONT CARE IF ITS FOR THE FCKING FUTURE! I WANT TO BE HAPPY WITH YOU RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! AND WHY DOES THE FCKING FUTURE MATTER SO DAMN MUCH WHEN WE CANT EVEN-’

‘BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!’

you shrieked

‘HOW CAN YOU LOVE ME IF YOURE NOT LOVING ME?!’

he huffed and harshly wiped away tears that fell

your lips trembled, hands shakingly reaching out to grasp his arms

‘ha-hajime,, don-’

‘should we break up?’

was he asking you this right now?

seriously?

‘what?’

you whispered and he finally looked up to let you see his pained eyes

‘y/n do you know what day it was yesterday?’

he asked and you blinked, looking everywhere as you tried to remember any important events

‘t-tuesday?’

that seemed to snap his patience

with an angry grunt, he turned to punch the wall and crouch to hide his face in his hands

‘damn it, y/n’

he whimpered and your heart broke as you could hear his cries

then it clicked

anniversary

it was your 2nd anniversary

and you completely missed it

completely forgotten

you shrunk back and let out a cry before placing a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries

‘ha-haji-’

you sniffled and you tried to go closer to him but he wiped his eyes and stood back up

‘y/n lets break up’

iwa requested with a cracked smile

your eyes widened and you ran to his chest, wrapping your arms around him as if you let go, he would disappear

‘haji, we can talk about this! we cant-please dont do this-i can fix this-’

‘we will only hurt ourselves even more if we continue this. i dont want us to hurt anymore y/n. so please, for once, listen to me’

your heart shattering cries filled your space and he didnt think it was this hard until he finally said it

it was a decision that he has been hanging around for a while and even consulted oikawa about it

‘iwa-chan, if you love y/n so much, its best to let her go. dont make you both suffer anymore’

‘i cant-hajime youre it for me-please dont leave-’

you hiccuped and continued to sob

but iwa remained a pillar and squeezed you tightly against him

‘darling i believe we were meant to be. but we just did it all wrong. when the time is right, lets start over again’

he whispered, finally breaking down with you in his arms

-------

iwaizumi hajime became a taboo word for you

even with oikawa, he swore and vowed to never say either of your names and made sure that you would not be around the area when iwa would come over

like even when he knew iwa would just stay inside, he would be constantly on the lookout to make sure you both didnt see each other

the last time was when you both saw each other in the morning as you exited your house to walk to school

it must’ve been a few months after the breakup and even oikawa felt the raw pain hovering in the air

it was suffocating and oikawa had to motion you to walk because if you both stayed even a second, someone-or both- would start crying

you continued like that for years until you reached your third year

you continued being part of the volleyball team as the medic while kiyoko was the manager

the new recruits were causing up a storm and you were particularly fond of your kita kouhai kageyama tobio

‘kageyama? kageyama tobio?’

you asked once you caught sight of the familiar looking blueberry

he looked up and recognized you as his former manager

‘l/n-senpai!’

he shouted and you ran up to give the boy a hug

‘gosh! youre so tall now! i remembered when you were wee tall!’

you teased and ruffled his hair

‘uh-you know him, y/n?’

suga asked and you nodded

‘eung! we went to the same middle school and i was a manager there’

‘she was friends with iwa-’

ope

something flashed in your eyes

kiyoko knew that name bc of how you were so depressed about it for 2 years and she started shouting random nonsense, scaring the 2nd and first years

‘y/n! we got new medical tape!’

she sang out and you perked up

‘finally?! we dont have to use duct tape anymore?!’

you excitedly ran over and everyone was both shook that kiyoko was loud and two, you were actually excited over medical tape

kageyama shrugged and continued on training

he kinda figured something happened so he never said anything or asked you anything in fear of upsetting you

and when it was announced that you were going to a practice match with seijoh, kiyoko actually told you she would cover it to make sure you dont see him there

‘its fine, y/n, i got you’

but ofc, you couldnt skip inter high

ltr an event when anyone in the team could get injured so you forced yourself to just ignore it and go

you did a good job of hiding whenever he was in view until the time they actually faced each other

you were walking alongside kiyoko and settling some things down at the bench when you felt his stare

you grimaced at his intense stare and the entire team mistakenly took it as him being interested in you

‘HAH?! LOOK AWAY YOU BEANSPROUT!’

noya growled

‘YEA! DONT LOOK!’

ofc hinata echoed

the 3 seijoh third years exchanged looks of unease when iwa sighed and looked away

‘oi! dont do that, boke!’

kageyama chided and hit the orange boy with a water bottle at the head

hinata whined and glared at him

‘that porcupine was looking at l/n-senpai! he wants to steal her!’

‘boke-’

‘doesnt matter anyways. we broke up ages ago’

you tried to say it jokingly but they couldnt miss the crack in your voice

‘hah?! he broke up with you?! you?! goddess l/n-san?!’

tanaka raged and noya had his own face of shock

the famous seijoh ace dated you?!

this handsome bara arms muscle buff man had the priviledge to date you and yet broke up with you?!

‘yall didnt know that?’

kageyama questioned and everyone glared at him

‘how do you know’

‘i just did. i didnt want to say anything for this same reason that you guys didnt know and she wouldnt want her business out there’

he simply replied and continued filing his nails

you looked up and smiled

‘it doesnt matter anymore. it was years ago so its fine’

‘L/N-SAN WE WILL AVENGE YOU!’

‘WE WILL! WE WILL!!’

the three stooges swore and you smiled softly, ruffling each boy’s hair

‘then go out there and make me proud’

but we know how this goes

they lost and you were so devastated for the others and you dropped your bag to go and comfort a crying hinata

‘sshh, dont cry dont cry. im right here’

you cooed and he accepted your embrace, hugging you tightly

once he finally calmed down, you were able to get him to a good enough condition to walk to the bus to go home

you went back to get your bag when you found something on top of it

a single white carnation

and a small ripped piece of paper that said,

‘my name is iwaizumi hajime. i think youre really pretty’

a/n: iknowiknowiknow i died but im not back to life and this request was lowkey difficult and i dont think i did a good job w it because angst always gets too angsty for me but i couldnt resist giving this a sad ending like bls!!! and uwu im still working on that oikawa route bc ya girl cant decide how angsty she wants it to beeee and i have like 4 different versions of the route in my drafts hehehe,,,, but i hope yall liked this and uwu ive never been in a serious relationship before so i wouldnt know what to fight about and came up with this:(

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heyheyloki · 4 years ago

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Summary: After a case, the survivor throws a party in honor of the BAU team that saved his life.

Aaron Hotchner x M!Reader

Word Count: 3014

It was supposed to any old case. Catch the bad guy, save the next victim and or victims, then go home to do it all over again. That’s what it was supposed to be. Everyone should be home, sleeping, or even taking another case and sleeping in the jet while it takes everyone to the next state that’s got a killer. None of you, not even Reid thought everyone would be stuck here in California for a party. A party that celebrated the team, nonetheless.

The potential victim was young, a millionaire, and a bit of a playboy. It was obvious how much of a jackass he was, and all of you were ready to get him out of your hairs. Especially when he kept on being flirty with you around everyone on your team. The dude was an all around narcissist.

When he suggested the idea of a party only Morgan was really for it, but Hotchner tried to shut down the idea right away. He knew everyone had to go home, and honestly, he rather not allow this guy to make you anymore uncomfortable than he had for the entire three days you’ve all been here. Long story short though, the guy didn’t listen. It was like the words went one ear and out the other, it was like talking to a wall.

You all couldn’t get out of it without being rude, and everyone knew that the FBI couldn’t be seen as rude to the public. The FBI need the public. They need that trust and respect. Still, even though you knew you couldn’t get out of it, Hotchner still asked if you were okay with going. Everyone knew you lied when you said you’d be fine, but they also knew you were one of the most logically people on the team besides Reid.

You were currently in your hotel room. One was given to every member of your team to rest up after work, but instead of your sleeping body draped over your bed in a messy way, you were in front of the mirror. Your hair was neatly combed and done instead of the mess you usually leave it in, your body hugged by an expensive tux you only rented this afternoon for the event tonight.

Your tux was exquisitely cut and a perfect match for your suave manners. It was something that brought out your handsome features more than before, if anything, you looked like you weren’t a guest, but hosting the party.

As you began to fix anything that needed to be fixed, a knock was heard at your door. Your hand weaved through your hair once more before your shined shoes began to travel over towards the door. When you opened it, you noticed Penelope there. She was dressed up in a red dress, her makeup did, and her blond hair straightened down. It took you a moment to register that it was actually her and not someone else, especially since you’ve never seen her dress up like this before.

“And here I thought an angel was at my door.” You teased, a charming smile inching up to your face as you watched the ends of her lips curl upward.

“Thank you, handsome.” She said with a cheeky tone. “Ready to go?”

You nodded your head. With a swift movement you grabbed your key card and phone before heading out to the party for your team and yourself.

When you arrived with Penelope, your eyes traveled around the large rented out hall you stood in. The people that you saw weren’t anyone you knew personally, but, there were way more souls that existed in this one room than you’ve meet in your lifetime. It was almost like all of San Francisco decided to attend, at least, the high-end members of society. Yanno, the people that have jobs as CEOs, lawyers, doctors, and probably other millionaires like the host tonight.

That wasn’t even the end of them since more people began to walk past you, pouring in by the dozens. Everyone here wore newly bought suits, dresses, and had this aura around them that made them seem so uptight in this environment. Competitive to the point where you noticed some eyeing others with disgusted glares as they talked sinful and hatred filled words to their company that laughed in reply.

Even so, you didn’t mind all that much. You just wanted this night to be over with as soon as possible, even if the music was good and the drinks were only better, those things were probably the only thing that were keeping you from walking out the door. Well, that and the fact that you can’t disobey orders.

“I’m going to go find the others.” Penelope said, the hand that brushed your upper arm the only thing pulling you out of your own mind.

You nodded in response as you watched her leave your side and into the large dance floor that was flooded with unknown souls, eventually losing sight of your only company. You knew it wouldn’t be good if one of the honored guests just stood around the entrance, so, you went towards the food stands instead. Though, you did grab a glass of champagne on the way.

Your ears were filled with a sweet melody that filled the busy air as you watched some couples and complete strangers dance hand in hand with another. You found this the only sweet thing here, and it actually let a soft smile dance across your soft lips. That was only for a second though before a scowl regained it’s control over your mouth when you noticed a familiar face.

The man that strolled up to you was none other than the host of this occasion. He wore a classic black and white suit, his hands clasped in the other behind his back with an all-to-obvious happy smile across his pale skin. He straight blond locks that were pushed to the side, his hues that of a dark forest. He wasn’t the most unattractive guy, sure, he was handsome, but he had an ego. You knew that having one of those wasn’t the worst thing in the world, everyone had one to some extend, but you could only handle so much before it got tiring.

“I’m happy you came,” he said with a calm expression, “Though, I didn’t expect you to be alone.”

“My team is here as well, just not with me at the moment.” You explained. You didn’t mind being by yourself, but you wished that you went with Penelope to find the others right now.

The man stepped closer, his distance easy for him to pull you into for a hug if he wished. You normally would back up at times like these, but with the food table pressing against your lower back, you that wasn’t going to work this time.

“Well, I guess I’m lucky, then.” He chuckled softly, his shining white teeth showing off to the world around him.

“I guess,” You hummed before your lips gently pressed onto the glass rim of your drink as you took a few sips, all watched by the man in front of you.

The two of you sat in silence for a few seconds, and even if it was that, it was the most awful and uncomfortable seconds of your life. It was awkward, the kind of silence that makes you just want to walk out of so you could breath fresh air. But, he broke the silence first when his hands came up from his back, palms up as he looked around the hall before saying, “Do you like it? I mean, it only cost a few thousand dollars. Plus, I mean, wine, woman, and dancing? What else could a party need?”

Your eyes moved to the floor for a moment as you mumbled under your breath, “some men.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.” He said with a chipper smile.

You mirrored his expression quickly, expect, unlike him, your smile didn’t reach your eyes. You shook your head in a dismissive manner when you spit out, “Oh, I was just thinking of how nice you clean up.”

You caught some heat spread about his face, his eyes taking its sight off of you for a split moment as his smile turned bashful. “Thank you, I try my best when I know I’ll be seeing men like you here.”

You let out a dry chuckle that you tried to come off across as shy, but you knew weren’t a very good liar off the job than on it. You took another sip of your champagne, your eyes breaking contact with him.

Your gaze moved around to the many faces before falling on one, a very familiar one. It was your boss, Aaron Hotchner. Your brows furrowed a bit as you noticed his frantic eyes, almost like he was searching for something. It made something in your stomach churn uncomfortably seeing him like that, but when he turned and laid his chestnut brown hues directly on you, your chest felt like a 100-pound weight was suddenly crushing your ribs. The next thing you knew he was jogging up to you, his pace getting slower as he got closer before standing firmly at your side.

His gaze was hard, cold almost on the man in front of you. To normal people, this was Hotch’s usual face. You were one of the only people that could actually tell the difference, and right now, he seemed almost protective to you.

“Sir, may I borrow my agent?” Hotch asked in a neutral tone.

The man in front of you both moved his gaze quickly between the two figures in front of him, a small frown on his features as he said in a disembodied tone, “Of course.”

“Thank you,” Hotch said as he placed a hand against your shoulder. The light hand began to press against you as he began to walk, beckoning you to follow. You obeyed him willingly, your eyes trying not to travel down his body that was encased in a tailored suit. You saw him in one almost everyday, but for some reason it was different now, but you just blamed the atmosphere and booze in your system.

Neither of you spoke until you were both a comfortable distance from the shameless playboy flirt. On Hotch’s call, both of your bodies stopped. He didn’t speak at first, but instead looked over into the crowd. Curious, you looked in the direction his eyes traveled only to notice the man before watching both of you carefully with envy filled eyes.

“Are you okay?” He suddenly asked, his voice full of concern. “Penelope told us you were alone, Reid and Morgan got worried when they noticed our victim leave the area we were in.”

“I’m fine, I can handle a few flirty guys.” You uttered, though, your natural playful nature came out soon after. A small smirk rest on your features as you looked up at Hotchner and cooed out, “And you were worried about me, huh?”

“I was.” He admitted, the mischievous film in your eyes burning away as you felt your heart stammer against your chest.

“Thanks,” you muttered under your breath.

Hotch nodded his head, his eyes moving across the room once more before saying, “He’s probably going to keep trying to talk to you for the rest of the night.”

“Yeah,” you huffed out.

The words between Hotch and you soon fell, the only noise entering your sense of hearing was the music changing into another soft melody. A idea that may be the solution to your little problem popping into your mind quickly. When you called for Hotchner’s attention he gave it to you in an instant. Your gaze was serious, your expression not one that could be seen as joking when you said in a flat tone, “Dance with me.”

“What?” He quickly questioned.

“If he thinks I’m into you, or you’re into me, then maybe he’ll stop. It’s a gamble, but I think the chances of this working is pretty good.” You said, your mind praying that your voice didn’t go higher or crack. It would be a lie to say you weren’t a bit excited to dance with him if he agreed, though, the thought of his hands on your body made your heart want to explode like a bomb.

Hotch stayed silent for a moment, studying you to make sure you weren’t tricking him in any manner. When he was sure, he didn’t say a word but instead take a step back and extend his hand forward, palm up. An offering.

A soft smile stretched over your lips as you took his hand in your own, following his lead as he lead you to the dance floor. Both of you didn’t need to look at the flirty playboy, when you heard stomping footsteps fade away, you knew it already worked. Though, neither of you acknowledged that fact, both basically having it their minds that it didn’t happen as an excuse to continue.

“I’ll follow your lead.” You said as you placed your left hand against his upper arm, close to his shoulder while your right held his, his left ghosting your upper back under your left arm. The way he didn’t fully touch you sent a small shiver down your back that made you beg for more.

Aaron nodded before he started, you following like you stated. It was calming, peaceful even as the both of you danced against and with one another. It felt like you were the only two people on the floor, the others that circled around you both fading away into nothing.

“I’m surprised you can dance with well,” Aaron said with a soft smile that threatened to grow wider. You weren’t a fool, and you felt everything his hand that rested on your back did. As he spoke, it began to pressed harder against you, bringing you closer to his body. You weren’t mad, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit offended that just his smooth and charming voice was enough to distract you.

In an attempt to get him back, you began to move your hand that rested in the middle of his upper arm and shoulder down towards his bicep when you said in a charming and low voice, “I learned from my parents, but I never put it to use before until now.”

Aaron nodded, his chestnut brown hues almost going rouge from their normally cool and collective manner. Instead, you saw something that could match to affection, desire. You knew that couldn’t be it though. No, the stare that went right through your soul couldn’t have possibly been real. You were sure that you were just imagining things, your normal daydreams that were so wrong in your mind. Not cause Aaron was a guy, no, it was cause he was your boss.

You went about it like you didn’t even notice, not even trying to search for it. It was bad enough the fantasy made your heart pound loudly in your ears and make your palms sweaty. Afraid Aaron would start to notice you quickly asked, “Anyone catch your eye tonight?”

You watched as Aaron cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowing i confusion upon the said question that bursted out of your mouth before you could think. It was a dumb question, and frankly one you didn’t want answered. But, it was too late to take back anything now. All you could do was pray that he said no.

“One.” He simply put. In one single word you felt something in your chest crack just as easy as a piece of glass. It was an odd, painful feeling. You weren’t physically hurt, and you knew logically that a heart can’t actually crack. But when you heard that, it was like your brain just shot your heart with all the pain you’ve felt over the years and burst it around your nerves all at once.

You knew you had to play it off. “Oh?” You asked in a teasing manner as you cocked you head back a bit with a smirk. “Who is she?”

“Well, he’s a good dancer.” Hotch suddenly corrected, your breath quickly getting caught in your lungs.

“Oh, yeah?” You asked gently, more casual this time around. “Point him out to me, I wanna see who caught the Aaron Hotchner’s attention.”

It was painful to watch as Aaron’s eyes scanned the room in a reaching manner like you saw before.You prayed hard that the guy that got Aaron’s fondness wouldn’t be in sight. You weren’t in the mood to see someone who you would compare yourself with in more ways than one. But, when his eyes landed back into yours, you froze. You knew it was coming.

His thin lips parted, the way your brain started to slow everything down as your anxiety raised was something that made you want to run out the door. But it was all over in less than a few seconds contrary to your belief.

“He’s right in front of me.” Aaron said directly, his tone flat yet some underline shakiness was found if one was looking hard enough.

You didn’t notice it. Instead all you could do was stare into space as you repeated those words over and over again in your head like you were watching your favorite movie. When it finally registered with you, your lips couldn’t help but stretch upward, the ends of your eyes crinkling. A bashful chuckle left your throat before saying, “you took my lines.”

As soon as you spoke those words a sigh full of fear past Aaron’s lips, his face now fully relaxing as he got more daring that he knew you reciprocated his feelings. He pulled you closer with force yet gentle at once, getting only inches from one another’s faces.

“Maybe this whole thing wasn’t so bad after all,” you uttered uncontrollably, truly, you felt like you were on a different planet all together.

“Guess not.” Aaron hummed softly with a smile. His gaze kept locked with yours as the two of your danced in each others arms for the remainder of the song and the next few after.

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icyharrington · 6 years ago

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Is It Wrong?- Part 3 (Michael Langdon X Reader)

so i got a lot of requests for michael to be put in his place, and i just gotta say... that doesn’t exactly happen in this part lmao. it will definitely happen in a future part tho!! y’all also wanted jealous!michael, which i was glad to deliver!! i really hope y’all like this part. please reblog and leave comments if u do!!! :)

please check out my masterlist for part 1 and 2, since i’ve heard that including links in posts now fucks with the tags (i don’t know if this is true, but just to be safe i’m not gonna include links). lmao

plot: michael langdon is a picture-perfect fuckboy, and, lucky for you, he’s also your stepbrother. how will you survive?

warnings: inappropriate relationships, fuckboy michael, fem!Reader, high school au, underage drinking, smoking, jealous!michael, teen angst, public (ish) sex, fingering, choking, blowjobs/facefucking, rough sex, hair pulling, degradation, spanking (both traditional and non-traditional, if yanno what i mean...), dirty talk

word count: 7k

tags: @alicecooper19 @blackfyrez @bbyduncan @sloppy-little-witch-bitch26 @satansapostle @trelaney @tickled--pinkmoodpoisoning @alexa-is-on-fire @kissydevil @langdonalien @langdonsdemon @sloppy-wrist @wroteclassicaly @langdonsinferno @duncvn @langdonsrapture @ccodyfern @starwlkers @xtheinevitableprophecyx @americanhorrorstudies @sodanova @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @divinelangdon @sojournmichael @kahhlo

A month had passed since the… incident with Michael, and since that time, you’d transformed into somebody you hardly recognized.

You and Michael? Well, you and Michael had begun to get along quite well. Gone were the days of pointless arguing- if there was ever a problem, it usually wouldn’t be long before Michael’s dick was somewhere inside of you, and by the time you both were done, neither of you would have the energy to fight anymore. You still bickered, of course, and you both loved nothing more than to get on each other’s nerves, but the initial hatred you’d harbored towards your stepbrother was now, for the most part, gone.

The change was obvious and palpable. Sometimes you were surprised that your parents hadn’t caught on to something going on between you and Michael, but you figured they were just happy you were both coexisting. We’re finally like a family, your father had said, beaming, when you and Michael had shared a blanket during family movie night.

You’d exchanged a look with Michael, uncomfortable giggles passing both of your lips. If only your father had known where Michael’s hand had been placed, right that very minute, underneath the blanket.

You supposed that what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

In the mornings, Michael would drive you to school without complaint. You suspected this was because of the opportunities for quick car… activities: on several occasions, he’d fingered you on the short drive to school, testing himself to see how quickly he could bring you to an orgasm, your hands clamped around his forearm as his fingers moved between your thighs, tinted lens-covered eyes focused on the road.

That boy was always in the mood, you’d come to realize.

On this particular day, Michael seemed to be more in the mood than usual; he’d given your ass a particularly hard slap as you passed him in the hallway that morning, a cocky grin crossing his face when you’d told him, only half-seriously, to fuck off.

God, this was fucking ridiculous. You knew this was ridiculous, that this was wrong, that you should feel unclean, dirty, every time you let him touch you. It made complete sense, logically, for you to cut things off with him.

Besides the glaringly obvious fact that he was your stepbrother, he was also a total douchebag, a fuckboy, a player. He’d been balls deep in at least a quarter of your grade at some point or another. He objectified you- you (admittedly fondly) recalled a time he’d pushed you up against the sink one morning, snaking those big hands up your pajama shirt to grab a fistful of your tits before walking off like nothing had happened.

And, like the fucking idiot you were, you’d been left in a state of absolute, pathetic euphoria, your cheeks flushed and heart pounding, teeth sinking into your lower lip like a pornstar.

Sometimes you really hated yourself.

Scratch that, you hated yourself a lot more than sometimes.

When you’d finally come downstairs for breakfast, dressed in your usual jeans and sweater, you’d noticed Michael’s gaze lingering on the curves of your thighs, prominent through the form-fitting denim material. Had he always checked you out like this?

“You need a ride to school today?” Michael asked, shoveling a spoonful of your favorite cereal into his mouth. You pursed your lips disapprovingly, but decided not to mention it.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Miriam seemed pleased with this exchange, shuffling over to where Michael sat and ruffling his hair affectionately, much to his obvious dismay. “I love seeing you two finally getting along. See, isn’t it so much better being nice to your sister?”

Michael raised an eyebrow at you, hands lifting to adjust his hair back to how it’d been before Miriam touched it. “Yeah, it really is. Right, sis?”

You cut your eyes at him, leaning your elbows on the counter and checking the time on your phone. “We’re gonna be late, bro.”

Michael stood up, again leaving his bowl on the table like the entitled, spoiled brat he was. He looked good, with black jeans and his favorite, faded pair of Doc Martens, paired with a white t-shirt and his beloved leather jacket. Lately he’d been letting his hair grow out, and his soft curls were nearly reaching his shoulders now.

When you noticed the chain that he’d attached to his belt loops, you snorted.

“Nice chain. Good luck on your Hot Topic interview.”

He looked down at the silver appendage, leveling it idly with one hand before looking back to you. “You don’t like it?”

“I’m not saying I don’t like it, I’m just saying you look like you’re about to pull up to a My Chemical Romance concert circa 2008. All you need is some eyeliner.”

He walked past you to the front door, seemingly unaffected by your comment. “Honestly, eyeliner doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

You followed behind him until both of you were outside. It was almost admirable how little Michael cared of what other people thought of him; his confidence was probably why he was so popular, even though he didn’t necessarily fit in with the frat-boy-to-bes who were usually at the top of the high school food chain.

“So,” he said as you walked side-by-side to his car, giving you that familiar look that you knew so well. You swallowed, knowing fully well how little self-control you had when it came to Michael.

“I was thinking, maybe we should ditch first period today.”

You huffed, pretending to be opposed to this idea, even though you willingly went along with nearly anything Michael suggested no matter what it was. You got in the car, inhaling that telltale mixture of cologne and cigarettes and fast-food grease, getting yourself comfortable before answering.

“Michael, I can’t miss math again. I’ve already missed three times in two weeks.”

“So what’s one more time?” He ran his fingers through his hair before turning the key in ignition, the golden morning sun hitting his angelic features just right. Your mouth watered, and all at once your will dissolved into nothingness.

“I really hate you.”

He looked at you from the corners of his eyes with a smirk, pulling his sunglasses off the front of his shirt and putting them on.

“Fine.”

ii.

This is why I can’t fucking resist him, you thought, breath slow and heavy as Michael laid kiss after sloppy kiss across your collarbones, hand placed firmly between your thighs.

Michael had put in his favorite Pink Floyd CD once you’d arrived at the abandoned parking lot (the same one that his creepy friend had taken you to- apparently it was a popular place for teenagers to fuck). You’d both sat there for a bit, making small talk and sharing a joint that he’d pre-rolled, knowing fully well what you’d both come there to do.

I kind of wanna stretch my legs out, he’d finally said, voice low, the baby blue of his eyes accentuated by the red tinge surrounding his irises. Why don’t we go in the back?

Leave it to Michael to get straight to the action.

He’d gotten you undressed in a matter of minutes- your jeans and boots were discarded on the already cluttered floor of the car, leaving you in nothing but your sweater, socks, and pale blue underwear. He’d looked unbelievably sexy, lips red and glossed with spit, when he’d drawn back to pull off his jacket, eyes clouded with a voracious, possessive lust.

Part of you wondered how many other girls had seen him in that exact state.

The thought dissipated, however, when he’d pushed aside the thin fabric of your underwear and promptly slipped two long fingers inside you.

“Always so fucking wet for me,” he’d murmured, playing with the hem of your sweater before pulling it off over your head. The warmth of his breath against your neck and the lewdness of his raspy words may as well have made you melt into a puddle right then.

Who’s gonna show this stranger around?

Ooh, I need a dirty woman

Ooh, I need a dirty girl

Michael’s fingers seemed to match the beat of the song playing, thumb flicking at your clit as he sucked a trail of bruises across your heaving chest, marking you, claiming you. You moaned, rolling your hips against his, feeling his hard length pressing into your thigh through the tough material of his jeans; you reached between his legs and squeezed it, making him chuckle against you, and he brought his head up to face you.

“And you’re always so eager,” he said, retreating back onto his knees. Then he slid your underwear off and tossed it amongst the rest of the clothes that had piled up, hands flying to unzip his pants once you’d been disrobed. “My baby sister is such a bad girl for me.”

You considered reminding him that he was only a month older than you, and that you were hardly a baby, but you didn’t have time to correct him before he pulled his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, allowing his erection to spring forward.

Your legs spread instinctively for him, and he inched towards you, positioning himself on top of you while your back rested partially against the door. He aligned the head of his cock with your opening and you sighed, reaching up his shirt from behind and pressing your fingernails into the smooth skin of his back.

“Fuck,” he grunted, eyelids fluttering as he pushed inside your tight heat, your narrow walls swallowing him up. Wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer, you moaned softly, heart rate increasing when he began to thrust slowly, but with just enough force to make your legs feel weak.

Every time he fucked you was like the first time; he was huge, and you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to the feeling of him stretching you out. You loved the pain, though, loved the way you couldn’t walk right when he was finished with you, even when he went as gently as he could; you liked the bruises, the scratches, the indents of his short fingernails where they’d dug into your skin.

“Michael,” you sighed, bucking your hips up to meet his rhythmic thrusts, both your sounds of pleasure becoming diluted by the drums and guitar and keyboard blaring from the stereo.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, and you were sure he could taste the salt of your sweat, his tongue darting out to trail along your skin as he fucked into you.

You were stricken with ecstasy, shivering when Michael’s firm torso made friction on your clit, and you brought one hand up to run through his sweat-dampened golden waves.

“H-harder,” you choked out, and he sank his teeth into your shoulder before mumbling a half-hearted response to your plea.

“You want me to fuck you harder, baby? Wanna feel me for the rest of the day?”

“Mhm.” You gave his hair an urgent tug, and again he tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes so dilated they almost appeared entirely black. Placing one hand loosely around your throat, just like he knew you liked, he pulled himself all the way out of you; there was a vulgar slapping noise as he gave a hard, pointed shove of his hips, impaling you to the hilt, and you cried out at the fullness.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” he praised, eyes locked with yours while he pounded you into the leather seat, hard enough to bruise. His grip tightened around your neck as he came closer to his release, forehead slick with perspiration, perfect mouth agape.

This was everything, everything you thought about, everything you wanted: moments like this, your bodies pressed flush together, moving in perfect time. You caressed Michael’s hair so softly, one might mistake it as a loving touch, your other hand making shallow scratches up and down the expanse of skin beside his spine.

Your cunt clenched around him and you were almost there, his thrusts becoming sloppier with each passing second; there was a moment of silence, amplifying the raw sounds of sex as the song came to an end; that silence was followed by a quiet whirring, and then another song came on, psychedelic chords flooding your senses along with- fuck-

The head of Michael’s cock hit something sensitive deep inside of you, sending your lower body into convulsions, and you were sure your fingernails were drawing blood now, clawing onto Michael for dear life.

oh god-

-your thoughts weren’t coherent anymore, and then you were crying out, Michael’s cock working you open like your fingers never could, head lolling back and nearly colliding with the window, and-

“Oh god- oh fuck-“

The pads of Michael’s fingers pressed harshly into your throat, his eyes half-open in pure, fucked-out bliss, while yours rolled back into your head. It took only a few more strokes for you to cum, and then Michael was too, and you were glad you’d went on birth control for your period cramps when you were sixteen because holy shit did it feel good when he spilled his hot load inside you.

He pulled out of you, admiring the sight of his cum leaking down your inner thighs; he slid one finger up between your folds, gathering the sticky secretion and rubbing it against your pulsing clit, a self-satisfied expression crossing his face when your body twitched at the sensation.

“Ew, Michael,” you said, wrinkling your nose. He was so fucking smug every time he came inside of you, like he’d just marked his territory.

He just laughed at your reaction, moving back to pull his pants back up and refasten his jeans, reaching into the back pocket to pull out his package of cigarettes once he was finished re-dressing.

“Don’t wanna go back to school,” he grunted, retrieving a cigarette from the pack and sticking it between his teeth.

“How come? All your adoring fans are there,” you said, having found yourself in a sarcastic mood. You put your underwear back on, followed by your sweater; you decided you’d wait until later to put on your jeans, given the limited amount of space you had right now.

“I like you so much better when I’m inside you,” he said, picking up a lighter from the floor of the car and lighting his cigarette. “You’re too busy moaning my name to give me any attitude.”

You narrowed your eyes, but you were too exhausted to come up with a biting response. “Fuck you.”

“Just did.”

A trail of pale gray smoke wafted in your direction and you waved it away, coughing dramatically for good measure. “You know you can open the windows, right?”

“You know it’s my car so I can do whatever I want, right?” He took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke directly in your face, eating up your resulting look of disgust.

Some things would never change, and no matter how many times you let him fuck you raw, no matter how many times you brought each other to orgasm, you doubted the stepsibling rivalry would ever completely fade.

From the front seat, Michael’s phone vibrated, and he cursed under his breath as he grabbed for it.

“Hey, man,” he said once he’d accepted the call, resting his elbow against the window, flicking ash carelessly onto the floor of the car. The worry that it’d been Miriam calling to inquire about your whereabouts disappeared, and you reclined back against the seat.

“Uh, yeah, I skipped first period.” He shot you a warning look, indicating for you to stay silent, and you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, uh, I’m picking up some shit for tomorrow.”

He sucked at the end of his cigarette, waiting for a response from his friend, while you picked your jeans up and put them on, struggling slightly as you attempted to get them on in a sitting position.

“No, I told you I can’t steal my stepdad’s shit anymore. My dumb fucking stepsister ratted me out and now he has a lock on the cabinet,” he said into the phone, shooting you a contemptuous scowl from the corner of his eye.

You batted your eyelashes innocently as you worked the tight denim up your legs; you were still proud of yourself for that one.

“Yeah, I’m picking up a few cases of beer. I- yeah.” Long pause. He flicked away some more ash, this time onto the seat, and you could see an orange ember still glowing in one of the tiny piles that had landed beside you. You wriggled your hips, finally getting the waistband of your jeans up and securing the silver button in its place. “Fuck no, dude, I’m not buying any of that 4 Loko shit. You remember what happened last time?”

Another pause. You were somewhat intrigued now, and Michael could tell; he held up his hand, dwindling cigarette poised between two fingers, waving you away with an obnoxious flourish.

“Yeah, man. I’ll see you in gym, dude-“ you could hear his friend speaking on the other end of the line, and Michael laughed at whatever he’d said. “Yeah, dude, those gym shorts Zoe Benson wears shouldn’t be allowed. I don’t know how anyone expects us to focus on fuckin’ volleyball with her ass hanging out like that.”

More laughing.

“You’re such an asshole,” you muttered, and Michael held a slender finger up to his lips.

“Yep. Bye, man.” He pressed his thumb into the “end call” button, before putting his cigarette out on the door and turning to you. “C’mon, we gotta go pick some shit up.”

You grabbed your boots from the floor and pulled them on. “For what?”

“None of your business.” He slung his leather jacket over one shoulder and got out of the car, the rubber soles of his combat boots slapping noisily against the asphalt as he walked around to the driver’s side.

You followed suit, hoping Michael couldn’t see how difficult it was for you to walk as you made your way to the passenger’s side and got into the car.

“C’mon, just tell me,” you said with a pout; in all honesty, you were fairly certain of what Michael’s plans were- he did the same thing nearly every single weekend, house party-hopping with his friends until he came home past 2 am, stumbling by your bedroom with absolutely no attempt at discretion.

The difference now, though, was that you kind of sort of wanted him to invite you to come with him for once. You were a senior in high school, after all, and you’d never even once been to a high school party. So sue you for being curious!

“If you must know,” he said, putting the car into drive, “it’s for a party. You don’t go to those.”

“You don’t know that,” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Uh, I kinda do. I’ve never once seen you at a party. And I go to a lot of them.”

Wow, Michael, you’re sooo cool, you thought bitterly.

You had to admit, though, he was right.

He noticed the look on your face and snickered, perhaps a bit too condescendingly for your liking. “Aww, what, does my baby sister want her big brother to take her to her first high school party?”

Your skin prickled, and you looked out the window to avoid his piercing stare. You couldn’t believe the number of times you’d allowed this total douchebag to cum inside you. Even worse, you couldn’t believe that you were definitely going to let him do it again. “I wouldn’t be caught dead at a party with you,” you managed through clenched teeth, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Yeah, I know you wouldn’t.”

He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, starting in the direction of the local gas station which was infamous for not carding underaged kids when they went to buy alcohol.

Fuck it. If he wasn’t going to invite you to come, you’d find your own way.

iii.

Later that day, you’d asked your slightly-more-social acquaintance for a ride to the party that weekend, since your former best friend was no longer an option. She’d agreed, and you were surprised at how easy it’d been to get an ‘in’ on the high school social scene without Michael’s assistance.

You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you walked into the party.

You’d searched through your drawers and in your closet for something cute (and also enticing enough to catch Michael’s attention, although you’d never say that outright) to wear; eventually you’d found a little red tank top, which your best friend had always said made your tits look good, and a pair of high-waisted jeans that you’d always thought made your butt look bigger.

Turning around in the mirror, observing your exposed midriff and pronounced chest and round ass, you had to admit you felt positively mouthwatering.

On the night of the party, your acquaintance arranged to pick you up at ten, which was perfect, since Michael had headed out at 9:30. You wanted this to be a surprise, and so a fashionably-late entrance was ideal.

You got yourself ready, straightening your hair and dousing yourself in perfume with hints of cinnamon (Michael’s favorite scent, although you swore to yourself you hadn’t done this on purpose). You smudged black eyeliner under your eyes, hoping this would make you look sexy and not like a raccoon, and put on a red lipstick that you only ever wore on special occasions.

Seeing yourself like this made you wonder why you didn’t dress up more often.

Before your ride came, you found your father’s key to the liquor cabinet (just as you’d expected, he’d hidden it inside one of his steel-toed work boots, which collected dust by the front door all year long while he continued to insist that he needed them for an upcoming ‘project’, whatever that meant) and unlocked it.

With shaking hands, you’d poured yourself a few shots, holding your nose each time you threw one back, throat burning and body shuddering at the awful flavor that you figured was probably what gasoline tasted like.

By the time you got the text from your acquaintance, alerting you that she was outside, you were decently drunk. Your thoughts were clouded with a thick fog and your cheeks were hot, but you liked it, liked the way your insides felt warm and uplifted, the way your mind felt numb; holding your hand against the wall to steady yourself as you walked to the front door, you attempted to mentally prepare yourself for the night to come.

You didn’t think you’d ever been so ready for something in your life.

iv.

In less than an hour, the party had gone from decent to good to great.

You knew the girl who was throwing the party, albeit very vaguely; you’d spoken a couple of times to her about school-related things, and she’d been nice enough. From what you’d heard, her parents had gone out of town for the weekend, and she’d taken full advantage of the opportunity.

It reminded you of when Miriam and your father had gone off on their honeymoon in July, and Michael had taken it upon himself to throw 3 consecutive keg parties in your fucking house. Well, technically, your backyard. But still. You’d stayed up in your room those nights, kept awake by the thumping bass coming from outside, ranting to your (ex) best friend over FaceTime about how goddamn much you hated the newest addition to your family.

And, of course, she’d gone and fucked him.

Could you really judge her, though? You were fucking him now, too, and you had infinitely more reasons than she did not to fuck him.

But that was besides the point.

The small group of girls who’d been in the car when you were picked up immediately dispersed upon arrival, leaving you to your own devices; already intoxicated, you’d begun your search for Michael in the crowd of drunken teenagers, keeping an eye out for that impeccable, lush mop of blonde hair.

You didn’t know what you were planning to do once you saw him. You couldn’t approach him, especially not if he was with his friends, but you wanted him to see you in all your glory, wanted him to see that hey, look, I can go to parties too if I want, and I don’t need you.

Michael, however, found you first.

It was much later (though you couldn’t be quite sure how much later), after you’d given up on your search, opting instead to talk to a cute boy who you thought looked very similar to one of Michael’s friends.

Honestly, it probably was one of Michael’s friends- at this point, you were too drunk to tell, having indulged in one or two (okay, more like three or four) more shots during the time you’d spent weaving through the party.

You were in the middle of telling the boy exactly how you knew that Chuck E Cheese recycled their pizza slices when a thick, slurred voice interrupted you.

“(Y/n)?”

You turned, eyes heavy-lidded, a stupid, sloppy smile plastered across your made-up face.

That smile only slightly faltered when you saw who had spoken. It was Michael (because who else would it be?), looking stupidly beautiful like he always did, face twisted up into something you couldn’t quite decipher- maybe you were too drunk to tell, or maybe he was too drunk to properly convey his emotions; either way, you were unsure of what he was planning to say to you.

“Who did you come here with?” he asked. He was practically yelling, struggling to be heard over the shouts of teenagers and blasting rap music.

“Wouldn’t you-“ you hiccuped- “like to know?”

His line of sight suddenly dropped down to your chest, and then to your hips, and then back to your eyes, and you were 99.9 percent sure you’d just witnessed his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

When he realized you’d noticed him looking, he made an attempt to save himself. “Huh. Looks like you actually put effort into looking good for once.”

You probably would’ve been offended at this comment, had you not been multiple shots deep.

“You think I look good?” you purred, rocking back and forth on your heels like a spoiled little girl asking for her father for a pony.

He ignored your question, focusing his attention now on the boy you’d been talking to.

“There you are, dude, we were wondering where you went.” He poised an eyebrow, not bothering to conceal his confusion with the situation at hand, which was, of course, the fact that you were mid-conversation with one of his friends. “So, um... whatcha doing?”

He dug his hands into the pockets of his jeans, a venomous smile stretching across his full lips. He wasn’t happy, that much you could tell.

The boy let out an oblivious chuckle. “Your sister was just telling me about- what was it, (y/n)?”

“Chuck E Cheese,” you said quietly, probably too quietly for Michael to hear. Not that you really believed Michael cared much about what you’d been talking about.

“Right- well, did you know that there’s like, a conspiracy, I guess? That they-“

“-Don’t fuck around with my sister, okay?” Michael interjected, his tone firm and unyielding, and you felt your face bloom with color. “It’s my fucking sister, man. I would back off if I were you.”

All at once, the boy’s smile faded, as did yours. So apparently Michael was an aggressive drunk. Noted.

“Michael, I can talk to whoever I want and there’s nothing-“ you jabbed your finger at Michael’s chest, giggling uncontrollably at the resistance of the muscular surface. “-you can do about it. So suck. My. Dick.”

The muscles in Michael’s face tightened, and you got the smallest urge to run your tongue along the sharp, angular stretch of his clenched jawline. Of course, you refrained.

“I would’ve thought you learned not to run around with my friends after the first time, but I guess I was wrong,” he said with a shrug that you could tell was meant to make him appear indifferent to the matter; it didn’t take a psychologist to tell, though, that he cared far more than you knew he’d ever admit.

“Yeah, I guess you were,” you slurred, spinning around to take hold of your new friend’s hand. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Without another word to Michael, you walked away, your new friend allowing you to guide him as you searched for somewhere else to go. Swaying your hips with each step, you hoped Michael was getting a good eyeful of your ass in those skintight jeans of yours.

God, it was like a natural high whenever you got under Michael’s skin, and right now, you were over the moon.

You should’ve known that things would end up like this, because your life was one massive cacophony of clichés and this was just the way things played out in every single teen sitcom.

It felt disrespectful, somehow, being pushed up against the wall of a total stranger’s bedroom, your tongue tangling with some kid you hardly knew, the taste of liquor ripe on the back of your throat.

It felt even more disrespectful when you sat him down on the edge of the bed, sinking onto your knees so you were between his jean-clad thighs, and it felt downright indecorous when you unzipped his pants to pull his cock out of his boxers.

You shut your eyes to avoid accidentally making eye contact with any of the pictures adorning the wall, especially the family photo enclosed within a picture frame that had Family Is Everything written across the bottom in hot pink script.

What the fuck were you doing?

Taking the boy’s cock in your hand, you applied a few thoughtless licks to the head of his dick, his sighs audible even over the muffled music that spilled into the room underneath the closed door. You bobbed your head down, taking him into your mouth, his fingers gently lacing with your hair as you dipped further.

With your eyes closed, you could almost pretend that it was Michael’s dick in your mouth, and not one of his not-as-cute friend’s.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” moaned the boy, and you cringed at his dirty talk; still, you took more of him into your mouth, pressing your tongue flat against his shaft, wishing he’d put more pressure on the back of your head with his palm like Michael always did.

Fuck Michael Langdon, fuck the way you wanted him even when he was a total asshole to you, and fuck the fact that he was on your mind, nonstop, even when you had another guy’s dick in your goddamn mouth.

You brought your hand away from the boy’s shaft and instead placed it on his thigh, pushing your head down until you were gagging around him, nose nearly reaching his balls. The boy gasped, inadvertently lifting his hips and shoving himself deeper in your mouth, and you sputtered.

From out in the hallway, you heard someone talking about finding the bathroom, the voice growing louder and louder until the mystery speaker was directly outside the bedroom; it didn’t occur to you to be concerned, or at least not until it was far too late and the door had already swung open, and you heard two startled shouts- one from the boy you’d been sucking off, and one from the person who’d just barged in.

“Michael-“ exclaimed the boy, and it was then that you realized how truly fucked you were.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Michael said, and you felt a hand entangle with your hair to yank you back, painfully, so you were sprawled on your ass.

You looked up at your stepbrother, his nostrils flaring in that way that only happened when he was pissed, and silently you scolded yourself for thinking that he looked hot like this.

“Didn’t I tell you not to fuck with my sister?” he continued, grabbing his friend by the front of his shirt and jerking him to his feet. The boy looked positively terrified, lower lip trembling as Michael whirled him around and sent him catapulting out into the hallway.

“You ever touch her again and I’ll snap your fucking neck,” he yelled after him, sounding so dead serious that you thought it’d be foolish not to believe his threat.

Now it was just the two of you, and honestly, you were pretty fucking scared (though why, oh why, did you also feel something like excitement building up in your belly?). Michael slammed the door shut before coming to tower over you; you scrambled back, moving to stand up, but he stopped you.

“No. You stay down there,” he spat, voice laden with disgust. “Who knew you were such a little slut? If you wanted something to suck on, (y/n), you could’ve just asked me.”

“Mi-Michael, I-“

“-Shut the fuck up.” He reached down to take a fistful of your hair in his hand, using it to bring you roughly to your knees.

Why the fuck was this happening? And why the fuck were you so completely turned on?

“If cock in your mouth is what you wanted, then that’s exactly what you’re going to get,” he said, unzipping his pants and retrieving himself from the confines of his boxers; he was already hard, his cock springing forward so suddenly it almost hit you across the face, and you flinched.

“Aww, what’s the matter? I thought you liked having cock in your face,” he taunted, taking his thick shaft in hand and slapping you across the cheek with it. He did this a few more times until the side of your face was stinging, sadistic laughter bubbling past his lips each time you squeezed your eyes shut in utter humiliation and arousal.

When he grew bored of this, he reached down and manually unhinged your jaw, wasting no time before pushing himself into your mouth, brushing the back of your throat with his first thrust.

You gagged, drool already seeping from the corners of your lips, balling your hands into fists at your sides as you allowed your stepbrother to mercilessly use you.

He snapped his hips forward, his cock so deep in your throat that you were now face-to-face with the soft curls surrounding his pelvis.

“I bet he didn’t fuck your face like this,” he said between pants, holding your face against his balls before pulling out and fucking back into your hot mouth. “Bet he didn’t show you who you belong to like I do.”

You moaned around his stiff skin, sending vibrations up the length of his cock, and he cursed loudly; tears streamed down your face, no doubt ruining your makeup, but you were too far gone to care.

Michael pulled out of your swollen mouth, strings of saliva stretching and breaking between your mouth and his glistening cock. You took in a much-needed breath just as he took you by the front of your shirt and forced you to stand, groping your tits as he thrust you backwards onto the bed.

“Did you let him inside you?” he demanded, making quick work of removing your jeans and tossing them off the side of the bed.

“No, Michael, I swear-“

He cupped your pussy, making you squirm when he pressed two fingers against your clit through the thin material of your panties. “I better not find out that you’re lying.”

He pulled your underwear off and discarded it on the floor, leaning down to spit a thick wad of saliva onto your dripping cunt. You whimpered, wiggling slightly against the mattress, and in turn he pinned you down by your hips with a bruising hold.

“I’m gonna be as clear as I can be,” he said, flipping you onto your stomach and lifting you up by your waist so your ass was in the air. He wrapped a strand of your hair around his hand, tugging your head back, and you could feel his hard length pressing against your thigh as he brought his head down to whisper in your ear.

“This pussy?” He landed a painful slap on your cunt, and you jumped. “It belongs to me.”

You bit your lip at his words, ringing in your ears even after they’d left his mouth. He let your hair go, hooking his fingers around your cheek to push them inside your mouth, and obediently you opened up for him.

“And this pretty mouth?” He lined his cock up with your slit, pumping his fingers in and out of your gaping mouth, your eyes watering when he pushed them down on the back of your tongue. “It’s mine too.”

In one swift motion, he pushed all the way into you, not allowing you any time to adjust before he began hammering inside at a ruthless pace; you cried out, overtaken with the seamless blend of pain and pleasure that Michael had gotten you so accustomed to, more tears streaming down your cheeks and dropping onto the sheets below.

He pulled his fingers out from your mouth, using his hand instead to smack the rounded curve of your ass. You buried your face in the pillow, hoping you wouldn’t stain the case too badly with your smeared makeup, arching your back higher so you could feel every inch of Michael’s cock filling you up.

The vulgar, wet sounds of his cock slamming in and out of you were almost too much to bear, a mixture of your arousal and Michael’s spit dripping down your inner thighs in a crude display; Michael gripped your hips for leverage, undoubtedly forming five fingerprint-shaped bruises on your padded skin in the process.

“Oh fuck- Michael, please-“ It hurt, the way he was fucking you, but you would’ve sold your soul right then if it meant always being able to feel this intense, rapturous pleasure.

“Who do you belong to?” Michael barked, voice raspy, but still harsh enough to cut through your consciousness like a knife.

“Y-you, Michael, fuck,” you moaned, twisting the bedsheets in your hands until your knuckles turned white, eyes rolling back into your skull as Michael bottomed out inside you again and again and again.

For a moment, he steadied his thrusting so he could catch his breath, slowly pressing himself all the way inside so his balls rested against your ass.

“You- take me- so- well,” he said between sharp inhales, tracing one hand gingerly down the length of your spine. Your skin erupted with goosebumps at the tenderness of his touch, your hips grinding back to increase the stimulation.

It only took a few moments for Michael to recuperate himself, and once he had, he was back to his animalistic ways; behind you, you could hear him grunting, and you could only imagine how beautiful he looked back there in all his fucked-out bliss.

“I’m- I’m-“ you couldn’t get the words out, your walls clenching around him as you came unexpectedly, your juices dribbling down your inner thighs and all over Michael’s cock.

“Holy shit,” Michael laughed, coating his fingertips until they were slick with your essence and observing them in awe. You went to get up, but he turned you onto your back, kneeling over your shoulders and promptly inserting himself down your throat.

He groaned, releasing his thick, salty load in your mouth; he was so deep in your throat that you didn’t even have to swallow.

“Fuck,” Michael said, falling back to lie beside you. You were a mess, trails of mascara staining your cheeks and red lipstick smudged, and you had no idea how you were going to leave the room without someone wondering what the hell had happened to you.

You got into a cross-legged position; you definitely weren’t in any position to get up or walk anywhere at this point in time. “So were you actually pissed that I sucked your friend’s dick? Or was that just an excuse to throw me around and fuck my face?”

It was an earnest question that you genuinely didn’t know the answer to. Why did Michael care so much anyway? Especially considering the times he’d fucked your (ex) best friend?

“Little bit of both,” he said, hoisting up his hips so he could pull up his boxers and jeans. “Look. I- I may have overreacted just a little bit. I just don’t want my douchebag friends putting their hands on my sister, you know?”

You scoffed. “We both know you don’t consider me your sister.”

“Doesn’t matter. I just- I don’t know. Forget it.” He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and rising to his feet. “I’m gonna go see if I can find makeup remover somewhere. You look like a fucking wreck.”

There was something about that statement that made your heart swell in your chest; Michael was actually doing something nice for you?

“Aww, really? Thanks, Michael,” you said with a smile.

He scrunched up his face. “Alright, calm down.”

He opened the door and disappeared into the hallway, leaving you half-naked and alone with your thoughts. You felt conflicted, like you always did after you spent time with Michael, but you couldn’t help but feel that there was something, deep down, inside the hardened, fucked-up heart of your stepbrother, that actually resembled something good.

Or maybe it was just the alcohol talking.

#michael langdon #michael langdon smut #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon one shot #michael langdon x reader #cody fern #duncan shepherd #american horror story #ahs apocalypse #apocalypse #ahs smut #ahs imagines #mine

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sunderedazem · 5 years ago

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I love the Bleach and HXH crossover!! It’s such a unique idea I never thought of! How far back in the timeline is Toshiro in? Does any of the current Zoldyk family members with white hair remember who he is or do they just start to forget him as they grow older? (Not Killua obviously)

So!!

Toushiro is literally the younger brother of the First Zoldyck. He's basically become a Zoldyck legend at this point - the guardian spirit that only proper heirs can see (aka the white hair = reiryoku).

Killua, however, is the first kid in a few centuries at least to be able to clearly see Hitsugaya - which is why Toushiro becomes so protective of him. Silva, Zeno, missing person (Zzigg?) and Maha can all sense Toushiro and see a fuzzy blur, but none of them have enough reiryoku to become a shinigami, or anything close. They still know when he's around because he does ghost things, but they don't really know him at all.

But Killua DOES have the reiryoku necessaryto see Hitsu. And Toushiro knows that. So he hangs around when he can, purifying the Hollows that appear when Killua kills someone, so his great x 100 nephew isn't hurt. But he's not there all the time, so he missed the needle being put in and etc.

Thus, when he notices the needle (he can see/sense Nen - being dead usually means you can see life energy yanno - but can't use it since he's not alive) he kinda. Goes apeshit.

Illumi is only alive because he's related to Hitsu, lmao.

Oh, and IchiHitsu is an established part of this. It's set WAY post Bleach canon, so Ichigo is legit dead now and Hitsu is full grown, and they're lowkey awkward-dating.

And now I'm rambling- djdndnebdnxjjdej

#electrokatmcr #hxh au #bleach x hxh crossover au #solaanswers #ty for the ask!!!

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allthings-fantasy · 5 years ago

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See You Again - Part 11

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 3500 (yikes im sorry)

Warnings: there is some plot in this but mostly smut, dirty talk (Dean has a vulgar mouth), thigh riding, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, language, praise kink (a tiny bit)

AuthorsNote: Sorry this part took me a little longer to get out!! ALSO sorry it’s kind of long. But thank you for sticking with this story! Happy Reading.

Part 10 ALL OTHER PARTS

“Personally, I just don’t think it’s a good idea.” Jason’s voice urged from the other end. You simply rolled your eyes and set the glass of water down in front of Sam. “I mean, you haven’t seen them in years and now they’re staying at your place? Why don’t you stay here and they can stay there?” Obviously, Jason wasn’t too thrilled about allowing the Winchester brother’s into your home.

“Jas, they’re not the scariest thing out there. Plus it’s extra protection.” You winked at the younger brother and leaned against the counter to hug yourself. For the most part, your body felt much better. But your ribs were still sore and needed babied.

It was the day after you got attacked that you suggested Sam and Dean stay at your place. You had a spare room and it allowed them to be close in case anything happened again. “Will you at least call me before you go to bed? And uh… in the morning too?” He rushed out the last part as if you would ever say no to him.

“Okay, daddy.” Your sarcastic tone caused Sam to snort but your word choice left Jason audiably cringing.

“Please don’t call me that, that phase of my life was over 5 years ago… especially now that I am an actual daddy…” Him gagging over the word had your laughing into the phone, picturing him visibly recoiling in your head.

A smirk formed over your lips before glancing down the hallway to make sure that Dean was in the bathroom. “Ugh fine… hey, maybe Dean wouldn’t mind being called that?” Your eyebrow quirked at the strangled noise your best friend released.

“Wait a damn minute, I di-”

“Gotta go, Jas! Love you!” You quickly pressed the red button before he could get another word out. With a huff, your eyes found Sam’s and you gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry bout that.”

He shrugged and took another drink of water. “Trust me, it’s not the worse thing I’ve heard.”

Your smile grew wider and a small nod of your head, “So uh, how’ve you been Sam? I haven’t really seen you since… that day in the hospital.” You winced at the memory of running out of the room flashing to the front of your mind.

One of Sam’s shoulders lifted and he let out a small sigh. “Been good… a crazy past couple of years. Sitting here kinda reminds you how much jumping around from motel to motel sucks.”

“I imagine you guys have a lot of back aches.” Your nose scrunched up slightly.

Sam laughed and nodded his head, pushing some of his hair from his eyes. “Uh yeah, the shitty mattresses and digging up graves really puts a kink in the spine.” He paused for a moment, turning the glass slowly in his hand, inspecting it as if it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. You watched as he looked down the hall again before looking into your eyes. “He wants to quit, yanno.”

The simple sentence made your brows furrow and you stood up a little straighter. “What?”

He blinked and leaned back in his chair. “Dean… he’s been saying it for a while now. How he wants to get out of hunting, maybe not permanently. But he wants a place to settle down.”

You felt a weird fluttering in your chest at his words. Ever since you met Dean all those years ago, all you wanted to do was live out your days with the older Winchester. “I uh…”

“He never stopped loving you. He won’t admit it to me when he’s sober but he still does. He’ll say your name in the middle of the night if the nightmares get too bad, or he’ll start tearing up over you after one too many glasses of whiskey.” Sam huffed and you didn’t know if you wanted him to keep talking or just utterly shut his mouth.

“I know he fucked up but you can’t totally blame him. You knew Dad, he had Dean turned into a soldier… he was scared something was going to happen to you if he didn’t get you out of the life. I’m not telling you to take him back right now, but please just talk to him. I just want my brother happy again.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the sound of the bathroom door opening cut you off. A cloud of steam filled the hallway and Dean emerged wiping his face and hair off with one of your towels. He padded down the hall until he stood in the doorway of the kitchen. “That is some of the best water pressure I’ve ever felt in my life.” His eyes widened and ran a few fingers through his hair, making the strands stick up in the cutest way. God, you just wanted to tug on it.

“Glad you enjoyed it.” You smiled at him and took in the rest of his appearance. He was in grey sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. Dean definitely didn’t look like he was 19 anymore. The tanned skin of his arms look utterly delicious and you were convinced the size of his biceps has doubled. Dean Winchester was a gorgeous man. “Would you like some coffee?”

He flashed you a bright smile and walked over to sit beside Sam. “That’d be perfect, sweetheart.”

You nodded and went to the cupboard to grab him a mug and pour him a cup. “You still take it black?” You raised an eyebrow and slowly slid the mug across the island.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he picked up the mug to take a gulp. “You remember.”

Sam cleared his throat a little and stood, placing his empty glass in the sink. “I’m actually going to head back to the motel.. I made sure to tell Margaret to keep a room open for me.”

His admission made your attention shift from Dean and focus on the younger of the two. “Wait what? Why would you stay there?” Your lips turned into a small frown. You hoped Sam didn’t feel awkward here, he deserved to be here as much as his brother.

He let out a small laugh and shrugged a shoulder. “There’s only spare bed here, Y/N. And I don’t see either me or him fitting comfortably on that couch. It’s fine, it’ll be nice to have some place to myself for the night.”

Running his words over in your head, you eventually sighed and gave him a small nod. He was right about not being able to fit on your couch, but you can’t help the fact that they’re both huge. “We’ll call you in the morning, Sammy.” Dean gave his brother a smile before Sam bid his goodnight and headed out your door.

With a heavy sigh, Dean turned his attention back to you and gave you a small smirk, “And then there were two…”

You snorted and nodded your head, moving to open your fridge. “I don’t really have much to eat. I’m usually at Jason’s house so this place is kind of barren.” Your weight shifted between your feet and pointed to the stack of menus on the table. “We can get take out if you want.”

“Sounds good, sweetheart.” His famous nickname still made your cheeks tint pink. Dean wasn’t an idiot, he knew the effect he was having on you, but that didn’t seem to stop him.

Walking over to the kitchen table, you grabbed the stack of menus and started flipping through them. “So um, what are you in the mood for?”

The sound of the stool scraping across your floor let you know Dean was walking towards you, What you weren’t expecting was to feel the heat of his chest press flush against your back. Your spine instantly straightened and you flinched at the sudden contact.

“Easy, tiger. Just trying to look at the options.” Dean’s voice was right beside your ear. His warm breath fanning across the side of your neck, almost distracting you from the feeling of his fingertips brushing against your hips.

It was such a simple touch but it already had your skin feeling flushed. It had been a long time since someone has held you like this. “Dean.” His name came out with a heavy breath and you could feel yourself start to lean back against him.

“You still like that Chinese place down the road?” How he was acting so casual should be pissing you off. He was slowly twisting you tighter and tighter around his finger again, only this time you weren’t sure you wanted to stop it.

Dean’s fingers found the hem of your shirt and slowly crept underneath, letting the rough pads tease the exposed skin. You gulped and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the fluttering growing in your stomach. “What are you doing?”

His right hand tightened around your hip while his left arm wrapped around your torso, keeping you pressed against his chest. “Trying to figure out what to eat, baby.” He let out a small laugh. “What do you want me to be doing?”

“You’re touching me.” It wasn’t intended, but it came out sounding as a question rather than a statement. The thumb of his right hand was slowly massaging circles into your flesh with his thumb.

You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling, you could practically feel it. Dean’s head dipped a little further down until his lips found the junction of your neck and shoulder. A feather light kiss had all the tension melting from your body. “Should I stop?”

A small whimper escaped your lips and you shook your head. Just feeling his hands on you was enough to zap any questions from your mind. “Turn around, sweetheart. Look at me.” He gave your hip a small tap with his pointer finger to encourage your movement.

Dropping the menus from your hand, you slowly turned in his arms, happy that he kept them secured on you. Dean’s eyes were looking back at you so intently it made you shudder. No one looked at you like that in years. “If you want me to stop, I will. You just need to say the word.”

You knew he could see the wheels turning in your head, trying to figure out what you wanted to do. It only took a moment for you to make up your mind. You shimmied your arms out of his grip and brought them up to rest against his chest. There was a flash of disappointment that flashed through his eyes, thinking you were going to push him away.

Your hands didn’t stay still for long. They ran over the curves of his chest and up over his shoulders until they linked behind the back of his neck. It was hard not to smile when you watched the doubt melt from his eyes and turn into hope. “Kiss me.”

There was only a second that passed before he reacted. Dean’s lips crashed to yours, the two of your in a tangle of lips and tongue. There was so much pent up emotion between the two of you, all of it pouring out in this kiss. His hands moved from your waist down to the back of your thighs, prompting you to jump up.

Dean lifted you with ease as your ankles linked at his lower back. A small whine left your mouth at the feeling of him pressed tight against your core. His hands groped at the globes of your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Feeling a stroke of courage, you let your tongue run across his bottom lip, seeking entrance. Dean groaned and opened for you, letting you taste the familiar taste that is Dean Winchester.

He walked backwards from the table and turned, walking down the hallway in a few quick strides. “Second door… on the left.” You gasped at the feeling of his teeth scraping across your neck, causing goosebumps to rise from your skin. One of his hands left your body to push your bedroom door open.

Three large steps into your room and Dean carefully dropped you onto your mattress with a bounce and a giggle. “God, I missed that sound.” Then he pounced, your knees falling apart for him to settle between your legs. You didn’t know how bad you missed the feeling of him on top of you until now.

Dean’s lips and hands were everywhere, frantically trying to engrave you into his memory as if all of this is just a dream. His hips rocked once, letting the bulge from his erection press against where you needed him most. Your hips jerked up in response, trying to chase that feeling again.

He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, lips tracing across your collarbone. “Still eager as ever.” His hand found your shirt again and began pushing it upwards, not stopping until he cupped your breast. The warmth radiating from his palm had you whimpering. “What, sweetheart? Tell me what you need.”

You groaned and leaned your head to the side as he started sucking on the soft skin of your neck. “I need you… I need you inside me, please, Dean.” Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout. He was winding you up so tight all you wanted was for him to push you right over that sweet edge.

“Soon, baby.” He winked at you, causing you to huff. Leaning back on his thighs, Dean gripped the fabric of your shirt and pulled it from your head. “We got all night… and I want to taste you.” He flashed you a devilish smirk and shifted until one of his thighs was pressed against your core.

The feeling of his warm, wet mouth covering your left nipple distracted you from the pressure pressing against your aching pussy. Dean’s tongue traced around the sensitive nub before running his teeth across it.

He had you a moaning mess in a matter of minutes. Your hips started rocking up against his hard thigh, shamelessly getting yourself off on his leg. You could feel yourself dripping and you knew there would be a wet mark on Dean’s sweatpants. The coil in your belly was winding tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue, every rock of your hips. It was all beginning to be too much. “You gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum all over my thigh?”

Your head frantically nodded, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Yes, Dean, please.” Just a few more thrusts and you’d be good, just a few more and you’d be seeing stars.

Right before you sent yourself over the edge, Dean removed himself from between your legs and moved to stand at the end of your bed. A disgruntled whine filled the room as you shifted up onto your elbows to look at him, wanting to smack the smug look right off his face. “Excuse you?!”

Dean shook his head and snickered, leaning down to hook his fingers into the waistband of your sleep shorts. “I told you… I wanted to taste you.” His shoulders shrugged as if it was common sense and yanked the thin fabric from your body.

You blushed as Dean looked down at the mess between your legs like a starving man. His eyes shifted to meet yours for a moment and leaned up to press a lingering kiss to your lips. The sweet action had your heart skipping a beat. “You are so beautiful.”

He didn’t give you time to respond before his mouth kissed a line down the center of your chest and past your navel until he landed right above your clit. Dean let out a satisfied hum and used his hands to spread you wider for him. Your chest was heaving when he licked a thick stripe across your folds. “Fuck, still taste fucking sweet..”

A moan left Dean’s mouth before he devoured. His tongue traced around your clit, before latching his lips over top and giving it a gentle suck. You were moaning his name like a prayer and racking your fingers through his hair, keeping his mouth secured against your cunt. You groaned when he inserted a finger into your hot channel. After a couple of thrusts, a second finger was added and you could feel the coiling tightening again.

“C’mon baby. Cum all over mouth, let me taste you.” All it took was his words to throw you over the edge. The combination of his mouth and fingers was too much for you to handle. Your thighs shook from the aftershock of your orgasm and you could feel the sweat coating your skin.

Your body went slack underneath Dean’s touch. His fingers left you but his thumb continued to trace lazy circles around your clit. Looking up at him, you blushed at the sight of your arousal coating his lips and chin. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes, Winchester.”

One of his eyebrows quirked before he shifted off the bed again. “That so?” You smirked at him and eagerly nodded. Dean laughed and pulled his shirt from his body quickly followed by his sweatpants. The sight of Dean Winchester standing in front of you, naked, had your pussy clenching around nothing. He looked deliciously long and thick and you couldn’t wait to taste him later. “See something you like, sweetheart?”

His signature arrogance was back but now you simply found it charming. It was no secret that Dean was bad at sex, by any means. He was allowed to be smug after what he just did to you. Dean took his time in crawling back over you, placing random kisses across your skin as if he had all the time in the world. Finally, he settled back between your legs and a satisfied sigh left your lips.

“You ready?” He murmured against your lips and shifted a hand down to grip himself, teasing his head across your folds to lube himself.

“Fuck me, Dean.”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he slowly began pushing himself inside of you, “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.” His words were muffled against your lips, continuing to push further in until he was fully seated inside of you. You felt full, so incredibly full of Dean you couldn’t help but clench around him and wiggle your hips.

Dean growled and gripped your hip with one hand, seizing your movements. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.” He pulled out enough to only leave the tip inside of you before plunging back in. Both of you moaning at the sensation. “Such a hot little pussy.” Thrust. “Fits me like a fucking glove.” Thrust.

The filthy words coming from his lips had you whimpering, unable to meet his thrusts due to the heavy hand on your hip. You were completely at his mercy. “Shit, Dean. Please… faster. I need you to move.” Your words were all the encouragement he needed.

Dean’s hips began snapping into yours, sounds of skin smacking filled the room, followed by your chanting of his name. It shouldn’t feel this damn good, like finally finding that missing puzzle piece. “Fuck, I’m close.” He grunted and his hand left your hip to let his fingers find your clit. The added sensation of his fingers had you seeing stars. “That’s right, honey. Cum on this fucking cock.”

Your head tossed back and a scream of his name filled the room as he pushed you over the edge. “Good girl… always such a good girl for me.” Dean fucked you through your high, which was quickly followed by his own. He buried his face in the side of your neck and locked himself inside of you.

Both of you were covered in sweat, bodies radiating heat. Dean collapsed on top of you with a huff. The added weight irritated your ribs but you were too blissed out to care. You placed a comforting kiss on his shoulder, which he mimicked on yours.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Dean leaned back to look at your euphoric expression. He smiled sweetly at you and moved his hand to cup your cheek, running his thumb over your skin. “You okay, sweetheart?” All you could manage was a nod and a smile.

Before he cold respond, the familiar Metallica ringtone began blaring from Dean’s phone on the floor. With an annoyed eye roll, he pushed himself up and off of you. The sudden empty feeling had you whimpering. He gave you a quick sorry and pulled the phone from his pants. “Kind of a bad time, Sammy.”

“Dean! I’ve been calling for thirty minutes, what are you doing?! You know what? Never mind, don’t answer that.”

The older Winchester pinched the bridge of his nose. “What do you need, Sam?”

“I found the vampire’s nest.”

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