#player 2 x reader

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Player 2 fanfic preview!🤫😈👾🕹️

Here's a small snippet from the start of my Player 2 fic to hopefully tide yall over until the full fic is complete, I think the entire work is gonna end up being a looonnnggg one 😋😌😚🤘Tagging those who requested to be notified as well as some peeps who I think may find this interesting🥰🤪🤗🤭 @xenoanamorph @hauntedfoodie @halloweentown-horrors @garlic-the-gnome @babesway22 @jessicafangirl @candiecoloredclown @thatspookyghoul996 @bloodyrib @dominionatrix @angeljeonjkk @clowncafeb @lunahazarrived @itslilithe sorry if I missed anyone ily 💚🤘

Darkness enshrouded the long hallway you had found yourself in. Trying to move as quickly yet as quietly as you possibly could, you continued to trudge through the maze of the old building you had gotten lost in, not quite familiar with its layout (and honestly not quite sure which floor you were even on at that point). Your heart thumped in your ears, so loud it nearly tricked you into thinking that you heard footsteps behind you. You weren't certain about many things in that moment, but you were aware of two facts- you knew you weren't alone in this building, and you also knew that you didn't want to end up crossing paths with the other being that was currently roaming the halls- all the while with his sights set on finding you. Wanting a moment to calm your breathing, you internally screamed praises to whatever deity was currently watching your scenario play out when you stumbled upon a secluded supply closet at the end of the seemingly never-ending hallway. Clasping the doorknob with shaking and sweating hands, you shuffled your way into the closet and shut the door behind you as quietly as possible. You realized that it was probably not the best idea to remain idle in one spot for too long, as the masked man was bound to make his way around this section of the building at some point in this game of cat and mouse, but if you didn't stop for a minute to catch your breath, you knew your laboured breathing would give away your location instantly. Staring into the darkened abyss of the supply closet’s small square footage around you, you hugged your arms around yourself in a tight hug, trying your best to offer your body some kind of comfort amidst this terrifying dilemma you had found yourself in- you knew you had to do whatever you could to keep your wits about you. Looking around the claustrophobic space, you decided you could either stay here and try to blockade yourself inside the room, or you could bolt now and keep moving; either option would involve the heavy risk of the man finding you and you'd rather have the option to run without being totally cornered, so you begrudgingly opted for the second option. The short lived safety of the closet was merely a mirage- you could only imagine what could happen to you if you were trapped in here with this maniacal killer. 🕹️😈

[alesbianperson]

football player!ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: At the football play you visited to support your best friend, something happens that you didn't expect.

warnings: smoking (weed); slightly implied loser Ellie at the end; swear words; girls kissing (what a surprise); my writing idk

authors note: so firstly I mean football as soccer and not american football, but its not important to the plot so it can be interpreted as either; secondly, sorry for being so inactive I actually needed fucking half a year just for this its actually embarressing, I'm really slow at writing I don't know why, but I'm trying to be more active. I also didnt proofread so sorry for grammar mistakes or something anyway I hope you enjoy this!!

ALSO BIG DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN AND THE FACT THAT HE SUPPORTS ISRAEL!! If you don't know whats going on in Palestine, please go educate yourself because its highly important.

Here are a few links, so nobody can say it's too complicated or annoying to search for information (besides its really fucking heartless, cruel and totally not human to say "I dont wanna put effort in researching" while people are literally suffering and dying because of a genocide):

General information/updates

Brands to boycott

How you can help Palestine

Palestine masterposts: 1 2

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This evening was the final football game of the season. Everyone was so excited, and your best friend played in the school team, so of course, you came to this game to support her. You already arrived a bit late because you took a nap and didn't hear the alarm, so you quickly searched for your friends who were already sat and luckily saved you a seat. When they saw you coming in, they waved you over to them.

"What took you so long? The game has already started!" One of them said before switching their attention back to the field. "Sorry, I overslept." You explained yourself sitting down on your seat. "You didn't miss much, just a foul from the other team. They're so annoying and clearly playing anything but fair." Another one of your friends said, rolling her eyes while offering you a bag of chips. You declined and began searching for your best friend between all the other players, running on the field. Not even five seconds later, you found her. With the ball in front of her, she ran towards the goal. You joined the cheers of everyone from your school, sure that this was going to be such a great goal until:

A girl from the other team came out of nowhere, running towards her, tackling her to the ground. You gasped. "That was another foul!" One of your friends exclaimed, standing up to better see what the referee would say. But instead of also looking at the referee, your gaze still hasn't left the girl, responsible for the foul.

She looked pleased with herself. What an asshole! You thought to yourself, but couldn't deny that the way her eyes sparkled in the light and her auburn hair moved in the wind was mesmerising. Too distracted by her features, you realised a bit late that she was eyeing you too. A smirk on her lips, she winked at you before walking off the field, your eyes still on her.

"Too bad that bitch just got a yellow card. She deserved more, right?" Your friends, already discussing the decision of the referee, were turning to you since you were the only one who didn't comment on it. Heat rushed into your cheeks as you realised you hadn't listened the whole time, busy gushing over that girl. "Yeah.. definitely more." Was all you said to not keep the attention on you.

"Guys," you added after a short pause, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I'll be back."

"Sure."

"But hurry, they're already playing again."

You just slightly nodded before walking off to search for the bathrooms. To your luck, they weren't far away from your seats, so it didn't take too long to find them. As you closed the door behind you, a strong smell of weed filled your lungs. Holding a hand in front of your mouth, you coughed reflexively.

"Having trouble breathin', princess?"

You turned around to see the girl who fouled your best friend sitting on the sink, her legs slightly swinging forwards and back. She still wore her tricot but now had a grey, dirty, worn-out jacket over it. The half up half down bun she had was messed up, probably because of the constant running on the field, and between two of her fingers, she held an already half smoked joint.

Her smile rose as she noticed your gaze lingering on her again. "Y'want a photo? It'll last longer." She chuckled, finding this old ass joke very funny. You rolled your eyes at her words but couldn't help the smile, forming on your lips. "What are you doing here anyway, don't you have to play?" She blew out the smoke she held in her mouth before answering your question. "My coach replaced me. Said I needed a break before playing again." You just nodded because you didn't know how to keep the conversation going. For a few seconds, you both just looked at each other in silence. After taking another drag from the joint, she leaned forward, offering you to do the same.

"No, thanks. I don't smoke."

"Thought so." She chuckled. After a short pause, she added: "Not in a rude way, of course. Y'just don't look like you'd do drugs." Even though you knew it was childish and totally stupid, you now wanted to prove to her that you were indeed someone who could take drugs. So you took the joint out of her hand, carefully brought it to your lips, and inhaled.

You probably shouldn't have inhaled this deep because now you were coughing like someone poured tons of sand down your throat. It surely felt like it. When you calmed down a bit, you looked up again, handing the joint back to the girl on the sink, who was clearly amused. "What a brave girl." She said with a shit eating grin on her face. "Come here, I'll show you how it's done right."

She gestured between her spread legs. As you moved towards her, she leaned in, reducing the space between the two of you. "Open your mouth." She then proceeded to take a drag from the joint. As she moved closer, your breath hitched. Your eyes wandered from her gorgeous green ones down to her lips, and heat rose in your cheeks again. Without breaking eye contact, she blew the smoke she had in her mouth into yours. Reflexively, you closed it.

"Now hold it in."

And that's what you did. The smoke filled your lungs, this time a lot less painful than your first drag. After a few seconds, you exhaled slowly, a small smile of pride on your face.

Your faces were still very close, and silence fell upon the both of you again. The tension thickend. Her emerald green eyes stared directly into yours, abruptly blinking down to your lips. "Can I kiss you?" Your voice was nothing more than a whisper, fading into thin air. A smirk grew once again on her lips before nodding and then proceeding to lean in and closing the gap between the two of you.

Once her lips were on yours, she cupped your cheek, her fingertips brushing slightly over it. You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. Her lips were so soft. You couldn't really describe the feeling, but it felt good. Like you were on cloud nine. You quickly synced with the rhythm she set, leaning forward so that her back met the wall behind her.

Your hands wandered behind her neck, beginning to tug on her hair slightly. A soft groan escaped her lips at the sudden impact, which sounded like music to your ears.

A smile formed on your lips once she broke the kiss to catch her breath. "What're you smiling at?" She looked at you irritated, which just caused you to chuckle.

"I don't know. You're.. pretty."

Silence followed after that.

"Pretty enough to get your number?"

Ellie wanted to bash her head against the wall at her cringe comment. She thought she'd definitely crossed the line now. But you just began laughing, quickly covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the sound.

"Sorry. Don't get me wrong I-", you interrupted yourself by holding up your finger to signal her to wait and began searching for your phone in your purse. Fuck. You thought as you realised you left it in your jacket with your friends and hurriedly searched around for something to write on. Ellie just watched you amused, catching on to your plan. She snatched a pepertowel out of the spender and offered it to you. You just gave her an awkward smile, fishing a half empty kajal out of your purse and scribbled your phone number on it.

As you handed it to her, she took it with the same smirk she had in the beginning. "As sad as it is, I think I have to go back on the field. My coach probably misses me by now." She added hesitantly while sliding off the sink and walking towards the door. "Cool meeting you, though." The click of the closing door was the last thing you heard before you were completely alone in the bathroom.

With the paper towel still in her hand, Ellie made her way over to the rest of her team, almost jumping with joy and thanking every mighty power for letting her survive the whole conversation without completely losing her mind or embarrassing herself. She'd definitely save your number as soon as she could. Actually contacting you was a whole other story.

[thatdeadaquarius]

HELP I JUST HAD A THOUGH

WHAT IF

What if....

Blunt reader became a harbinger

I have NO idea how that would go but im here for the crack lol

I BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE-

(and to use this gif more importantly they're all so hot here lol)

Sun: Reader (you/they/them), Blunt Language AU :D

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, crack treated srsly (yes im using ao3 tags atp)

Stars: Harbingers!

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: none known & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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SO thought I’d update anyone missing out bc of the new year but-

I made this silly thing called Blunt Language AU, that was my 1st post for this blog/fandom actually! :D

I’ll link it here, but TLDR: it’s just our modern speech sounding “ancient” to the Teyvatians, who speak really flowery/fluffy/lots of context in comparison!

That’s all you rlly need to know to read this I think, so enjoy! :)

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u fall into Genshin Impact, and Snezhnaya is where you land first type of energy lol

weird golden star falling from the sky? that sounds like a prophecy the Tsaritsa knows abt alright

so they sent Childe, one of the friendliest (if not The Friendliest) Harbinger, to see if it was a valid claim you’d finally descended,

and ofc as soon as the redhead heard you try and talk to him, he knew the claims by the small village nearby (who had taken u in from the cold weather/taken care of you) were legit

pantalone did manage to squeeze some examples of what you’d possibly sound like into his head before he left so while Childe personally has a tough time talking to you, it doesn't mean he’s not willing to try!! >:)

he mostly just kept asking questions forever until he understood what you meant, and as soon he got u were asking abt the Tsaritsa, the other Harbingers, himself, even how to get Sneznayan-made clothes lol

he was like: 👀👀👀???!!!!

it wasn't so much recruitment at first as it was “omg the exalted one wishes to learn abt us, the Tsaritsa and her Harbingers? abt me?? well would your highness like to come to our palace perchance???!!!!”

= have u ever been seduced and worshipped by a god and her country?? would you like to- ??? ← Childe actually

and with that convinces you to come straight to the Harbingers/Tsaritsa’s very home

No, you’re not just spoiled.

No, you’re not just pampered.

You are cosseted and coveted.

The Tsaritsa makes her first in person appearance to the people in decades to personally announce your return, and to get a festival going to literally parade you into the capital lol

And tbh it was kind of shocking how quickly the people of Snezhnaya are able to whip out the party supplies, within days of traveling via horses/sleds/carriage/trains all kinds of transportation, u arrived at the capital in full swing of a parade for you

The Tsaritsa herself in what looks like a genshin-ified kokoshnik, the elaborate headress draped with a veil so thin it looks like frost covering her face,

flocked on either side by her harbingers in full (kinda goth) ceremonial outfits waiting on your arrival too

needless to say you are properly smitten intimidated

and you stay nervous around them for the first few days or so,

that is before you run into the weekly, what you would call “family dinner nights”, but they call “dinner reports”…

in which Childe, the only one you’d been comfortable enough around to be a bit more genuine to, and surprisingly the only one to quickly adapt to your speech after traveling with you for days, would translate for you what tf you were saying to them vs. what everyone at the table was saying to you/around you

you would also like to propose other titles for these weekly dinner meetings you’re invited to, aka “family feud dinner night/family fight night/harbinger on harbinger hate night/fruit on fruit crimes, if you will” 💀

the Tsaritsa is just peacefully talking to you abt any and everything, bc ofc Pierro’s on her right, and ur on her left

(she and Pierro are surprisingly soft spoken, very polite, and able to say something interesting/take an interest in whatever subject you all end up on)

u don't think you've ever been more comfortable and on such equal footing around ppl sm older than you (what are older ppl to you, but to them ur literally fucking eldritch with how ancient u are, and u can tell with how they treat u like it lmao)

hard cut back to the rest of the table:

an argument that just gets louder and louder has broken out between Childe, Dottore, La Signora, and Pantalone abt who should get free time with you first/get to do smth with you first as you get over ur adjustment period here, Childe has taken his butter knife to throw and just barely missed Dottore’s eye, and it is now embedded in the back of his fancy chair (the servants placing down dinner courses just move abt w/the most bored expressions on their faces)

(u send half the table if this group gets out of hand and u just: “Please shut the fuck up, each of ur comebacks take 30 minutes and it’s killing me” 💀 bc they're the most likely to understand u too, even Pierro/Capitano/Pulcinella chuckle a little, and u think the Tsaritsa smirked under her veil)

ur honestly too scared to see what Scarmouche, Sandrone, and Arlecchino are arguing about, because they're arguing so silently further down the table. They have murder in their eyes.

Columbina and Capitano are having a peaceful collab over weapons, armor, and clothing to offer you, Pulcinella is close enough to both participate in that convo and in you, Pierro, and the Tsaritsa’s convos too

by the 2nd week you've decided to choose chaos, and get them to play board games together sometimes (they cant all make it all the time, tbh u don't know if u can handle that either) but groups of them will play at a time

u remembered early on what a dick Dottore was, and sentenced asked if he’d like to play this new board game called “Monopoly” from ur world with Childe, Pantalone, Pierro, Arlecchino, La Signora, and Scaramouche all together :)

(so what ur trying to bring khaenri’ah part 2 down on his head as punishment?? u owe scara and collei that at least)

Columbina is more than happy to help get you Harbinger-like clothes to wear since ur so interested in the style!! (yes yesss get converted, she already has a title picked out for you)

she also giggles anytime u talk abt whether u like an outfit or not, bc u just “no thank you I’d rather wear a trash bag than that shirt, but lets try another?”

meanwhile the tailors in the background u could literally edit them to one of those videos where it just zooms in on their faces with a vine boom of shock

like Pierro, ur unranked, just above the other Harbingers really, as it wouldn't do to make you the 12th Harbinger or smth

the names they gave you being, “The Playwright” or “The Renaissance” or even “Drammaturgo”

(pls anyone who speaks Italian correct if I'm wrong ToT )

ok but the first time, unsurprisingly, one of them got snappy with you, likely Scara I would think,

Scaramouche, pissy: “And what shall we do if it appears our almighty god is perhaps a descender who is entirely human? Why I dare say you’d be transgressing on privileges that were never yours to begin with!”

Every other Harbinger, the Tsaritsa herself, the servants, the frost on the walls: 😶😦😨😶‍🌫️

You, unbothered, still eating and fully expecting this moment: “I don't want to hear it from someone who has god-mommy issues. You shouldn’t have an opinion about me, ur biased.”

yeah, so obviously, they’re emotionally all attached now whether they know it or not, and this was of course the moment they realized they're god would fit in so perfectly here

(the other nations are going to have to pry you from Snezhnaya from their cold dead hands, esp since u now have legal deniability to visit bc ur technically a Harbinger, only commanded by her majesty lol)

(Scaramouche, Arlecchino, and Sandrone were fighting about who gets the room nearest to your quarters lol)

(Capitano won, somehow??)

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sorry ive been slow lately guys, been just trying to work on alllll the fics these past weeks/days/however long its been??

anyway had the shift from hell last week so wish me luck with work this week if u see this 😭

hope u enjoyed this old ask/crack treated srsly post orah!! :D

Safe Travels,

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[starheart-blog]

A idea of Y/n X CatNap

So..y/n was once a child of poppy playtime and was friends with Catnap when he was still human kid...and later...

y/n was adopted by a kind person who feel sad for y/n being in poppy playtime and overtime...y/n bring to Forget a about poppy playtime...

But one day...y/n gets a letter from poppy playtime and choose to go back...

And after run away from huggy Wuggy and get away from mommy long legs....y/n end up finding out what happen in Poppy Playtime...and also finds out who is Catnap is as well.....

[sanjisboyfie]

when you know, you know.

-> basketball player gojo satoru x male reader

requested!!! a rlly old req from an anon in my inbox <3 ty for the req and jm so sorry it took so long however the 6k+ word count hopefully makes up for that. + listen to margaret by lana del rey on repeat for the full affect

-> prev

warnings : satoru ooc (i do NOT agree w that warning but i GUESS I could see why someone would disagree 🙄🙄🙄), very fluffy to the point it seems angsty!!! talk about the homosexuals!!!! satoru mentions small familial conflict in the interview portion

diamond on your ring

cause when you know, you know

when you know, you know

“thank you so much for agreeing to a sit down interview, gojo-sama,” the interviewer politely bows to the tall man the second satoru walks into the room. immediately, he bows in response, finding the sudden formalities almost abnormal.

at this point, he was so used to other interviews he’d done be super quick, informal and just reporters looking for answers to their questions with little regard for things such as respect.

this was a breath of fresh air, but satoru couldn’t help but feel bad for the interviewer whose back must be hurting now with how long they’d been bowing.

“oh, please, no need for such strong formalities,” satoru chimed in, gently resting his hand on their shoulder to goad them into standing upright, “gojo is fine, too, no need for the honorifics. it’s not like i’m royalty,” he joked, hoping to lift the mood in the room.

it seemed to work as the interviewer finally cracked a smile and dropped their shoulders from being so stiffly held up to their ear.

“then, gojo-san, please take a seat and we can get you all mic’d up for the interview. it should take no longer than a half hour, longest running an hour and a half, but we really don’t want to take up too much of your time,” satoru shook his head, assuring them that it was fine and then taking his seat.

he noticed that the cameras were already filming, but didn’t think twice on it. technically, from the moment he stepped foot in the room, the interview already started. that’s what it said on paper, at least.

“erm, to just go over what we might be discussing in this interview,” the reporter said, clearing their throat as they looked over their list of questions, “since this is a very specific interview, the questions are going to mainly be centered around your romantic relationships and very personal questions,”

satoru nodded, moving in his seat to allow the staff better access in getting the microphone to stay hidden in his clothes, “yeah, my manager sent me the general idea of questions of stuff you’d be asking, it’s alright with me,” he said, taking off his sunglasses, “plus i think i’m pretty familiar with the publisher and the audience, so it’s alright. really, ask me anything, this would probably the only time i’d do something like this,” he encouraged with a friendly smile, trying to show his genuinity.

the interviewer nodded in understanding, clicking their pen and writing a note in their notepad.

satoru had done his research beforehand. the publisher that was interviewing him, or rather the person interviewing him in steed of the company, was a pretty vocal LGBTQ+ company. it was a rare occurance in japanese media, especially as a standalone party, but they proved successful. satoru knew why they were interviewing him, obviously because he was gay and very outwordly apart of the community. he also knew that they were always respectful individuals, which is why he didn’t hesitate in accepting the interview.

if he was going to be asked about his sexuality and his very much gay relationship, he’d rather it be done through a respectful, and most likely very understanding, person rather than those that would shout at him invasive questions.

“then, are you ready, gojo-san?” the interviewer snapped him out of his daydream, making him nod his head. “let’s test the mic really quick, then we can jump into it,”

“i am gojo satoru,” he recited, looking at the staff for a thumbs up on the feedback. when he got a positive thumbs up, the interviewer followed with their own test and then they were able to get into the interview.

“let’s start with introductions, i’m ishii haruto and i’ll be the one interviewing you today, gojo-san. lovely to meet you,” he bowed his head in greeting, making satoru follow suit.

a relaxed grin was on his face as he introduced himself again, “i haven’t said it before, but i’m gojo satoru,” it was a small joke that uplifted the mood of the room once more. haruto appreciated it, laughing to himself at satoru’s subtle charisma.

”well, to get right into the interview, let’s start with hard hitting questions,” satoru braced himself, clenching his fists in his pant’s pocket, “how are you?”

satoru smiled, shooting a fake warning look haruto’s way, “i’m wonderful, how are you ishii-san? i hope you’re doing well, too,”

“i’m doing very well. it’s an honor to interview you, thank you for giving us this opportunity,” haruto said, subtly bowing his head once more, “you truly don’t understand how inspiring it will be for the rest of japan to hear your story, you’re doing such a big thing for all of us in this room, and for those that will read this interview later. so, really, thank you, gojo-san,”

satoru pursed his lips at the sentimentality, realizing quickly that this interview was going to be really different than anything he’d ever experienced before. “sobering” up a little bit, he smiled at haruto and nodded his head, “i’m happy to be here, too. i hope whoever reads this learns something about themselves,”

“yes, that will be the end goal,” haruto agreed before looking down at his notepad, “well, i guess we can just start off with this one — when did you know you were gay?”

satoru hummed, “i don’t really know. for me, i guess it was always in the back of my mind? i mean, i never had a crush on a girl growing up. and i thought it was normal. my parents did as well, seeing how driven i was from a young age to be successful in basketball, i think they wrote it off as me just being determined to make my dreams come true. no time for distractions, or something like that. but deep down, i think i always knew.” he paused, crossing his legs as he decided to add one more tidbit, “and i never thought it was wrong, either. to me, having a crush on a boy wasn’t a big deal. i just thought, huh, this sucks i like someone, i might get distracted from basketball now,”

the two shared a laugh at his joking remark at the end, but until that point the interviewer was very immersed in the personal story. he was even humming in acknowledgement of everything he was saying, as if he related.

“so when you began pursuing your current boyfriend, it was not a big deal for you? even given your position as a famous basketball player?” then haruto looked at the camera men and held his hand up, a signal of some sort that satoru was cued in on, and leaned forward, “would it be alright if we refer to him with his name?”

satoru quickly nodded, understanding now that the hand gesture meant for their mics to be cut so that they wouldn’t receive any audio.

then they were back on and satoru answered the original question, “no, it wasn’t a huge deal. well, it was to everyone else, i guess. but to me and my close friends, it wasn’t. they already knew i was really into him and had a big crush on him before i did, so it really wasn’t a big shock when i made my efforts more obvious. well, as obvious as you can get with having everyone watching you. i tried to reel it in a little when my friend’s told me he may not be comfortable with all the attention, that was the only time i really was aware of it and began to calm down on my advances,”

“oh, so it wasn’t a big deal to you, but in consideration of his feelings, you kind of held back a little bit?”

“yeah, because if things ended up not working out, then all the neutral attention we were getting would have become negative. rumors could’ve started that would’ve hurt him, and i definitely didn’t want that, so yeah,” satoru said, reiterating his main point from earlier, “i just wanted him to be comfortable whenever we were in public,”

“that’s really considerate of you, gojo-san,” the interviewer complimented, making satoru laugh with a wave of his hand.

“he never asked for all the attention in the first place, i definitely didn’t want to make our already secretive position more hostile than it needed to be,” satoru explained, “so everything had to be toned down. fortunately, he was very understanding and could see where i was coming from.”

“what do you mean by that? did he ever say anything about it?”

“well, we’re just like any other couple. we just want privacy and respect, some people don’t want to give it to us. those people that just want to hurt our relationship just because we’re both guys. if i wasn't as famous as i am, i’d imagine it’d be easier to mange. not that it still wouldn’t be stressful — but at least, not the entire country would be breathing down our necks,” satoru explained, choosing his words carefully. “no matter what, though, if you’re in a relationship with someone of the same sex, it’s going to be hard.”

“that’s true, but you two have faced a lot of very hard obstacles. it’s sad how many times people have wished to see you two broken up,” haruto said, an angry look on his face, “how did you two manage to overcome those obstacles?”

“well, we had each other, loved ones, and close friends as support systems. they were really helpful and sweet, they were the most understanding. but i think, the most important one, was that we had each other. we were in it together. not to say that all the negative attention was good or even worth it, but it made our love for one another stronger,” satoru sighed, thinking about the early days when he was first officially dating [name], “i just wish they were nicer to him. he didn’t deserve any of it,”

there was a pause of respect from haruto before they continued on, “you said you had support of loved ones and close friends — were they supportive from the get-go or did it take “convincing” for them to understand?”

“most of them were really understanding and could see that my love for him was too strong to be denied, so that was nice. but there were definitely instances of family members not understanding or simply refusing to support,” satoru answered with a grim look on his face.

“how did you deal with that?”

“well, it was mainly family members, unfortunately, that rejected my lifestyle. so i had to do the best thing and cut them off. i couldn’t have them in my ear telling me that i wasn’t meant to be this way or that [name] and i’s relationship had to be put to a stop. so i cut them off completely and haven’t spoken to them since. i could afford to make that sacrifice since i had [name] and others as support. he really helped me through that and the realization that not everyone will understand or see it as we do…you just have to learn how to deal with it in each situation and circumstance,”

haruto hummed in intrigue and understanding, “was it hard? cutting them off and coming to that realization?”

“i would say it wasn’t as hard as one would think…not when i love [name] so much i’d sacrifice anything to be with him. i wasn’t going to settle for anything passive aggressive or half-assed when it came to support of my relationship with him. like i said, i wasn’t going to let anyone bad mouth him or our relationship, i wouldn’t settle for that in exchange of keeping blood relatives around. even if someone is family, if they hurt someone i love, it still counts for something. they’re still hurting him and in turn hurting me. that’s not family anymore,” satoru said definitively. he had a hard look on his face. almost the one that was only mirrored whenever he was on the court. it showed how serious of a topic it was to him.

“seeing you so be so openly protective and in love with your boyfriend has gotten you two a lot of attention over the years, most of it is praise from others since they do think it’s adorable. does affection that you show [name] come very naturally?”

“of course it does,” satoru grinned, happy to move onto more lighthearted topics. he had the widest grin on his face now, thinking of when he would go home and cuddle his boyfriend, “i’m a very affectionate person, anyway. ask suguru, he’ll tell you,” with the reference to his best friend, who plays on the same team as him, haruto grins, “but i made sure that [name] was comfortable with it first and then went on from what he was okay with, until we got to the point right now where we both don’t really care,

if i know i’m in love with my boyfriend, i want other people to know as well. there was a bad rep surrounding me, in my early days especially. everyone thought i was a playboy, for some reason,” he shyly scratched the back of his head, “so i thought that me showing that i was very loyal and very much in love with my boyfriend, people would stop thinking that of me. and it worked! so, it was a win-win situation,”

haruto nods, looking at his cue cards with a grin, “and you two have had a really long relationship-”

“almost coming on 5 years now,” satoru giggles, a blush evident on his pale cheeks, “it doesn’t feel that long, though,”

“yeah, it’s as if it was only yesterday the two of you made it public and sent everyone into a panic,” the two laugh at the memory. the headlines that day going hysterical over the basketball player’s very much gay personal life. “and since you’ve been in a relationship for so long, has it ever crossed your mind to tie the knot permanently? settle down with [name]?”

satoru paused, the smile on his face faltering ever so slightly as he repeated the question in his mind.

marriage with [name] always was the answer. but, the idea of when and where and how never crossed satoru’s mind. well, it did. in repeated passing thoughts. but, never long enough for him to commit to the idea. he’s thought of how he would do it, where, but never really when. and even then, the how and where were never set in stone. he wanted it to be romantic, definitely had to be something that the two would retell to their kids one day as the most romantic and loving gesture satoru has ever done.

but “when”…satoru never put a pin in the calendar on what date.

he hummed where he sat, resting his chin in his palms as he thought about how to answer.

“huh, well…i know i’m going to marry him someday,” satoru assures the interviewer, who was silently panicking that they had accidentally asked a question too invasive, “but, i think i’ll keep the details of that to myself, haha,” satoru played it off as a tease, but internally he was sweating bullets.

there was never going to be a right time. a right time insinuates a moment where satoru is so overwhelmed with love that a proposal would be the only verbal indicator of that feeling.

but, satoru has been so madly and deeply in love with [name] for so long already that the “right time” feels like every waking moment.

when the two moved in together, made that huge, empty house a home for themselves. when he took [name] on their first overseas trip and they learned even more about each other. when satoru takes him home for the holidays where he just so perfectly matches with his family members and comes even more out of his shell.

satoru’s been so in love with [name] for so long it feels like they’re already married. [name] knows him like the back of his hand and vice versa.

it was as if he always knew. he just knew in the back of his mind that they’d end up standing in perfectly tailored suits at the end of the aisle, saying heartfelt and cheesy vows to each other. satoru knows he’ll probably end up crying more than [name] and he knows that that day will be the happiest he’ll ever be.

the question made his head spin around as a flurry of questions of when he would propose filled his head, but it did solidify one thing. the fact that satoru just knows that one day he’ll end up being [name]’s husband and [name] his. and he wants that day to come sooner rather than later.

”well, i think the final question for our interview today that can wrap this up, will be: do you have any advice for young aspiring individuals that might read this and see this side of you?”

satoru gulped, suddenly feeling as if the temperature in the room had gone up twenty degrees. he tugged on the collar of his button up, swallowing as he spoke carefully, “just always be true to yourself and your dreams. it doesn’t matter what other people think because if you know what you want and you know that it’s your dreams on the line, there shouldn’t be anything standing between you and that goal. whether it be a person you want to pursue or if it’s your dream career, don’t give up.” he attempted a smile at haruto and it seemed to have done its work as the interviewer bowed his head deeply in gratitude.

the two finished the closing remarks of the interview with fluidity. he handed the mic back to the staff, who thanked him with their heads bowed. but before he could leave, he pulled haruto aside and lowered his voice, “uhm, could you hold off on publishing this for a while?”

haruto blinked rapidly, a nervous look coming onto his face, “well, the editing and transcription of the video will take some time, probably a little over a month…how long were you thinking of keeping it under wraps, gojo-san?”

it was a plead to not make him push the publication date back further. satoru hums, “a little over a month?”

“yes, that is what my advisor gave me as a “grace” period in editting everything,” haruto nods, the nervous look on his face not disappearing once.

“that should be alright then, sorry for worrying you. a little over a month is fine,” satoru grins, feeling his chest bloom with warmth. “thank you so much for the interview, have a lovely day,”

and with that parting farewell, satoru rushed out of the building with his mask and sunglasses on and practically jumped into his car.

in the safety confines of his car, satoru rested his head against the wheel. his breathing was rapid and his cheeks were ablaze. was he really going to do this? he looked at his phone that had the directions sent to the nearest luxury jewelry shop, his eyes flitting across the screen to take all the information in.

“seriously, satoru?” he panted to himself, leaning back to his seat and looking up at his car roof, “it took some guy interviewing you to grow the balls to do this? really?”

he cursed himself for waiting so long, setting his car into reverse and speeding his way to the shop. he had his sunglasses, hat, and mask on as he exited his car, careful to try and not attract too much attention. if the media caught light of this before he could properly do it, he would have someone’s head on a spike - he didn’t care.

no one was ruining this for him. for [name], too. satoru wasn’t going to let the stupid papparazzi tarnish this moment, as they had done for so many other intimate ones before this.

satoru grit his teeth, pushing the shop door open and breathing a sigh of relief to find that it was empty. he looked at the displays they had out, acting calm when on the inside he was sweating bullets.

“looking for anything in particular?” the attendent asked him, not at all acknowleding his appearance which meant that his disguise had worked.

he cleared his throat, still looking down as he shakily replied, “wedding rings, wedding rings for men, please,”

thank god the attendent wasn’t an asshole or else satoru might’ve really just slammed his head into the wall in frustration. because the attendent just guided him in the direction of where the men’s wedding rings were. he didn’t speak more either, just hovering around in case satoru needed help.

“fuck,” he cursed under his breath, trying his hardest to focus and think about which one [name] would like the most. “fuck, what if i get him one he doesn’t like? what the fuck does that mean for us? oh my god,” he panicked.

and it was almost funny. a 6’6 lean guy practically clutching his chest to stop his heart from jumping out of his ribs and flopping around on the floor. he was seriously getting heart palpitations, satoru swore this is the most nervous he’s ever been in his life.

what the fuck would he say when he actually proposes?

“i love you, marry me?”

fuck no. gojo satoru wasn’t going to settle for a shit proposal like that. and he certainly wasn’t going to settle for a shitting ring either, but it was so stressful thinking of whether or not his boyriend (manifest: soon to be fiance) would like the one he picked out.

satoru never was the one with good fashion or style sense in the relationship.

he was freaking out.

some of the rings on display were too loud and extravagant that he knew [name] wouldn’t enjoy it, but then going for someting super, duper plain was out of the question.

“do you have a particular agenda in mind?”

“i have nothing in my mind right now,” satoru snapped at the worker, apologizing seconds later, “i’m sorry, i’m just really stressed right now.”

“it’s alright, many are when they come in. they see the displayed rings and get self-conscious of the one that they choose. well, just go with your gut feeling on what you and your partner would like. that’s the best advice i can give you. you know them best, after all,”

this fucking attendent was right, satoru knows his own boyfriend (manifest: soon to be fiance) better than anyone. he just has to see something to spark an inspiration in him.

and he thinks he’s found it when he looks at a particular timeless piece that is cushioned on a small red velvet pillow.

“what can you tell me about that one?” satoru asked, although he’s almost completely set on just buying it right now. it was perfect. the coupled ring that pairs with it was also so effortlessly something he would love to wear as well.

”that one is in the style of an eternity ring, with the VVS diamonds cut into an emerald shape, obviously. the metal is platnium with 11 carats,” the attendent skillfully answers, “goes for about 9,871,750 yen ($70,000 USD). we offer installment plans, though-”

“no, i’ll just take it, thanks, though,” satoru said, easily sliding his card over. “i also want the paired one too,”

“that one is-”

“you don’t have to tell me about it or the price, just box them pretty for me and i’ll be on my way,” satoru grinned, looking at the bills he had in his wallet and pulling out a couple 10,000 yen notes, (adding up to about 200,000 yen - $1,417 USD). as the attendent very meticulously packaged the rings safely, satoru slid over the cash to him.

“thanks for helping,” satoru said, tapping his card and approving the transaction before walking out of the store. the hefty cash tip left on the counter for the attendent to gleam at.

and if he thought that the picking the ring part was hard, now he had to come up with how he was actually going to propose.

he always said that he wanted it to be romantic, but with [name] already waiting at home there was no way he could set something up at their own house. and, honestly, he wanted this to not be so public in fear of it leaking to the headlines. so he would have to settle with making it romantic in his home.

but, the more he thought about it, the more carefree he felt in the atmosphere. as long as [name] was just there exisisting, that was all he could ask for. satoru carefully pocketed the velvet box into his pant leg, keeping the pair safe as he drove back home completely undetected by papparazzi.

when he got home, he had to stop himself from automatically calling out to his boyfriend (manifest: soon to be fiance). the “honey, i’m home,” died in the back of his throat, thankfully, so his arrival home was still a secret. he took off his shoes and walked up the stairs to their shared bedroom where [name] was most likely resting.

it wasn’t too late, but by now his bedtime routine was probably done and he was getting comfortable in bed.

and satoru’s assumptions were right because when he gently pushed the bedroom door open, he saw [name] cuddled into a pillow and watching the TV that was set up against the wall. upon closer inspection, satoru saw that the pillow he was cuddling was actually from his side of the bed. he was cuddling his pillow as he waited for him to come home.

that, unfortunately, made satoru breakdown in tears almost right away. his eyes stung with the salty fluid breaking through his composure. [name] was too far to notice, though, simply lifting his head and waving him over with a loving smile, “you’re home! wow, you were so quiet i barely heard you come in,”

and when satoru just silently stood at the doorway, his hand covering his mouth, that made [name] get up out of bed in worry.

“hey, are you okay? what happened?” then he saw the way satoru’s broad shoulders shook, rushing over and holding him in his arms in an instant, “was it the interviewer? are you okay, satoru? talk to me,” satoru only broke down more, making [name] comfortingly rub up and down his back with “shh”s slipping from his mouth every now and then.

“satoru, are you okay?” [name] worriedly asked, gently pulling him towards the bed and urging him to sit. once the tall man was sat down, he immediately wrapped his arms around him again, hugging him as tight as he could to give him some sort of comfort, “you’re scaring me, satoru, what happened?”

satoru took a couple of seconds to collect himself, holding onto [name] in his arms as a means of grounding himself. but if anything, it made it worse. he was reminded that [name] was really real and not some figment of his imagination. he wasn’t just some “dream” guy, he was real and he was his.

[name] was sitting in their bed with him and comforting him lovingly. he was real and satoru never felt as lucky as he did than right now in this moment.

“nothing happened,” satoru breathed out, pulling [name] back from his torso so that he could properly speak to him. “i’m okay, really,”

“satoru, you’re crying. it’s okay, you can tell me,” [name] said softly, pushing his wet bangs aside and looking into his teary blue eyes, “it’s okay,”

satoru bit his lip, admiring the features of his boyfriend for a couple more seconds. how gentle his touch was, the hand caressing his face only having the lightest featherlike feeling against his skin. how concerned his e/c eyes were, staring into him and understanding him like no one else ever has.

he is so beautiful, satoru thought to himself. he squeezed [name]’s hand that was resting in his lap, making the man look down at their joined fingers.

”satoru?”

“i just,” he took in a deep breath, “i love you so much, you know that right?”

he almost laughed at the suggestion, but [name] politely nodded instead, “of course i know that, you show me everyday. i love you, too,”

satoru nuzzled his cheek further into [name]’s touch, relishing in the way the man’s warmth fell onto his skin.

“i love you so much, i’d do anything for you,” satoru breathed out, looking past his wet white eyelashes and into [name]’s concern eyes, “i’d do anything, i mean it. i love you so, so, so much [name],”

“satoru, you’re really scaring me. what’s going on?”

“nothing bad, i promise. just, please, let me?” satoru begged, voice hoarse and tight as he pleaded with [name]. and with a patient nod coming from the man, he continued on, “you’ve made me so happy, happier than i’ve ever been, these past couple of years. you deal with me and my annoying bullshit everyday, you make sure i’m healthy and happy even when you’re so tired. you always take care of me, more than i give you credit for and i’m sorry that i’m so selfish sometimes. but, i promise i’ll do better. i’ll be better, for you. anything you want me to be, i’ll work so hard in becoming, for you. i want to make you as happy as you make me,” satoru gulps, feeling his throat closing up and his tears welling back up, “i love you so much, [name],”

taking in all of his words, [name]’s eyebrows furrowed in confliction. he still didn’t know if he should be concerned and worried or just let satoru go on. but then he felt his own eyes well up with tears when he felt how sincere satoru was being. how tight his large hand was holding his own, as if he were afraid that he’d slip away if his grip on him loosened even the slightest.

even when he tried lifting that hand up to wipe his tears away, satoru didn’t let him, keeping a steady grip on his hand. instead, his slender fingers came up to the side of his face and wiped the tears away with a calm smile on his face.

“you make me so happy, [name]. and i'm so happy to be here with you. you make everything worth it,” satoru said softly, “you love me so gently, so softly — unlike anyone else in my life has. you’re my entire world. i don’t know what i’d do without you here. i know i’m meant to stay by your side forever. i know my place in the world is wherever you are.”

there was a pause as now both of them were crying messes.

[name]’s eyes were shut as he tried to wipe his stream of tears away. so he didn’t see the way satoru dug through his pocket to take out the velvet box. and he didn’t see the way his hands shook as he propped the box to be open, didn’t see how nervous satoru looked in the moment of unveiling the ring.

what he did see though was the ring blaringly presenting itself to him and a grinning, crying satoru behind it. he heard the words leave his lips, “let’s stay together forever, okay? please, marry me, [name],”

and [name] didn't react.

not immediately. he was too shocked. his jaw had dropped and he looked between the ring and satoru, who was still happily crying. then, finally, he snapped out of it and enclosed his arms around his boyfriend’s (fiance’s?) neck and sobbed into his skin, “yes, yes, yes,” over and over.

satoru cried more, this time a smile on his face as he cried into the air. he felt the stream of wet tears go down his neck, but he didn’t pay them any mind. he only held [name] closer by his waist in a suffocating embrace.

he didn’t know if he believed in multiple universes theory, whatever that was, but he just wishes that if it were true: he’d find [name] in every single one. [name] was his one and only comfort in the hectic life that he lives, the one stable root that keeps him grounded.

the two seperated, smiling and laughing with each other as they messily kissed in celebration. when they pulled away, [name] and satoru watched as the latter shakily slipped the ring onto the former’s ring finger. and the h/c haired man had to cover his mouth once more at the sight. it was slightly loose, running on the bigger side, but it was perfect. he didn’t care. it could have been a paper ring and it would have been perfect.

“i love you satoru, so much, you don’t understand,”

“i love you more,” the other softly breathes out, staring at [name]’s ringed finger with pride, “more than you’d ever know.”

the two smiled and laughed at their confessions, joining in another hug as they were high off of their dopamine. wordlessly, satoru collapsed onto the bed with [name] laying on top of him. and as he took the other velvet box out, he tried slipping the ring onto his finger. but it didn’t even fit on his ring finger, so he had to work with it on his pinky.

“it’s kind of cute that way,” [name] says in amusement, comparing their hand size and laughing at the difference, “i like it,”

“if you like it that way, we can keep it this size, then,” satoru said simply, kissing the top of [name]’s head.

“wear it however you want to, satoru, it’s your ring,” [name] chides him, looking up to softly glare at him.

“the ring doesn’t mean anything by itself, you're the one that gives it meaning,” satoru says, squeezing [name]’s shoulders to bring him closer, “if you like it on the pinky, it stays on the pinky.”

rolling his eyes and deciding that nothing is going to get through his fiance’s head, [name] gave up on challenging satoru. instead, he cuddled closer into his side and breathed in his faint cologne and natural scent.

“i love you, satoru. my dear fiance,” he said into the fabric of his dress shirt, smiling against satoru’s ribs as he repeated the phrase in his head.

satoru didn’t bother biting back his smile as he tilted [name]’s head up to look up at him. he kissed him softly, gently moving their lips against each other in a passionate kiss. and when he pulled away, he made sure to keep eye contact as he said, “i love you more, [name], my dear fiance,”

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Ban-Banned

As the janitor of the facility you sometimes clean up the cells where they kept the creatures. You never paid them attention until one started talking back to you.

As the janitor of the facility you sometimes clean up the cells where they kept the creatures. You never paid them attention. You were more interested in going in, doing your job, and then going home at the end of the day just to case in your paycheck at the end of the week. You didn't care what these scientists are doing and it wasn't any of your business so you just kept your head where it belonged and just did what you were paid to do, which was to clean. But that made it hard to do when THOSE things started to be shoved into their cells. They always made messes. Mostly tossing around objects, breaking things, and leaking whatever it was that green ooze was.

You thought you heard the scientists call it givanium or something along those lines but you never bothered to pay too much attention to it. You were only paid to clean around here and nothing else. Which included going into those cells when the scientists took out their experiments and getting them cleaned up before they put the creatures back inside. On one such day it was business as usual. One of the scientists (Doctor Weaverly you think) brought out one of those creatures, the one that looked like a giant frog thing and you were tasked with cleaning out his cell before he came back. It wasn't too bad. At least this creature didn't leave a trail behind it like that snail thing did. It was a quick job wheeling your cart over and beginning the familiar process of sweeping, mopping, and then taking your spray bottle and cloth to start wiping at the giant reinforced window looking into the cell. Your boss's always stressed to you the importance of making sure these windows were clean at all times to allow the scientists and security clear view of the creatures. You were just wiping at the glass when you heard it for the first time.

"Hey. You."

You paused before looking around the cell. No one was in here with you.

"Look across the hall."

You looked through the window at the other side of the hall and nearly passed out from what you looked at eye to eye. A red humanoid creature was staring at you from the cell just across from you, one hand pressed against the glass and dark eyes blinking at you. You stared at it stunned and...Were those party hats on it's head?? It knocked lightly on the glass making you jump and drop the cloth in your hand.

"Can you tell me what time it is?"

You stared at it stunned before looking away. "It's near noon."

That's it. That's all you said. Keeping to your rule of do not engage and ignoring it in favor of finishing wiping the window. It didn't say anything else but you felt it watching you the entire time before you finished cleaning the other side of the window and walked away quickly just as they were bringing the frog thing back. One of your coworkers must've noticed your spooked look because he laughed.

"So you met Banban?"

You ended up looking at him. "Banban?...What the heck is that?"

He gestured back down the hallway you came from. "The red thing down there. I heard one of the head docs themselves donated his own DNA for it. Can you believe that? That's just asking for trouble."

You again said nothing as you just carted off. It wasn't any of your business anyways. The next time it spoke to you, you were again just doing your job three weeks later. In fact you had forgotten mostly about it since you really didn't bother to think about it often. It was none of your business after all. Leaving your push bucket nearby and just mopping up the givanium slime trail that snail thing left behind as they took it out of it's cell for some reason. It was disgusting and one of the least things you wanted to do. 

"You don't look like you're having fun." You again jumped and looked up at the cell you were passing. The red thing was again looking at you from the window. It tilted it's head at your startled face. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I just couldn't help but notice your expression."

You blinked before just going back to dunk your mop back into the water and plopping it back onto the floor. "Well you try cleaning up this gunk every time that snail goes through here."

"I take it that you don't like it?"

"What do you think?"

"....I see you down through here a lot. A lot more than some of my coworkers really." Coworkers?? Was that what he was calling his fellow monsters?? "You're doing a good job taking care of all of the experiments."

"Yeah? At least someone seems to appreciates the work I do." You rolled your eyes at this.

"I know there's lots of janitors in the facility considering how large it is, but you're the only one I've seen who comes down here." 

"No one else wants to." You scrubbed a little harder at the slime trail. The thing's cell was even harder to clean up with all the slime built up in there but of course you had to be the one to clean it up. "*Sigh* Don't understand why I couldn't have just gotten a job upstairs cleaning the kitchen or play center."

"Do you want a transfer? Not sure if that's in my power but I'll definitely look into getting you a raise for all the underappreciated work you do."

That actually had you snorting and looking back at him. "Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that?"

"I'm surprised that you didn't recognize me. I should be very recognizable..." He shrugged. "Then again I suppose we haven't met face to face before have we?"

"No. No we haven't." You stopped mopping a moment to look at him with a smile of amusement. "But I was told your name by someone."

"Oh?" He also sounded a bit amused tilting it's head further at you. "Then who am I?"

"You're Banban aren't you?" To your surprise the thing sighed and shook its head.

"Is that what everyone's still calling me? No, no. That's not it but if it makes it easier for you then I guess you can call me that. And what's your name?"

"Y/n. It's Y/n." You rose a brow. "If Banban isn't your name though then what is it?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure what to make of my situation now yet so I'm afraid I have to keep that between myself and a select few coworkers. But if you want to you may call me Adam."

"Adam and Banban?...You sure have a few strange selections in names."

Again the thing shrugged. "It's complicated. I'll speak to Doctor Weaverly about getting you that raise but I highly suggest you don't tell anyone about our talks. It's unprofessional. Don't worry. I won't mention anything about our conversation."

You shrugged. "I didn't plan on it."

You went back to cleaning the snail's mess down the hall as he watched from his own window. You felt a bit better than before. From then there was a few times you both would talk. Sometimes it was only a sentence. Usually a question about something or what time or day it was. Sometimes you two would have full conversations about random things although mostly it was sciency stuff you didn't understand although you wondered where he learnt it from. Although he never spoke when someone else was around. You supposed he wanted to keep your talks a secret for his own reasons. Fine by you. You didn't see any reason to tell anyone about your conversations.

"You're a very beautiful woman Y/n."

You paused in the middle of cleaning a window next to his cell, blinked, and then looked at him. "What?"

He only tilted his head. "You heard me. When I finally get things sorted out, maybe we can grab a coffee sometime."

Wait. Was an inhuman experiment hitting on you? And asking you out for coffee?? The absurdity of it all had you laughing a bit before chuckling and shaking your head.

"I'm flattered but I don't think it'd work out between us."

He again shrugged. "Can't blame a man for trying."

You were amused and in a better mood for the rest of the day. Despite how strange it was. But soon things got...strange. All of a sudden Banban just stopped talking to you and interacting all together. It was strange. His cell was reinforced. More guards were patrolling down here more than usual. And security cameras were installed where they previously weren't. And people were acting a little more on edge. What was going on here?  Perhaps being just a janitor the classified Intel of what was happening didn't need to be told about this but you still felt unnerved by it all. However you would have one more encounter with Banban before danger struck. You were pushing your cart again past his cell to clean up the now unoccupied cell of that purple kangaroo thing that went missing.

"Y/n." You jumped as a hand suddenly pressed against the window of Banban's cell hard enough to make a sound and rattling the glass a bit. He stared at you with a look that made a shiver run down your spine. "Do NOT come to work tomorrow."

His hand slid down the glass before he backed away without a single word to explain what he meant by that although the warning made a shudder run through you. It stuck with you and..you didn't tell anyone about it. Why would you? It'd only get you in trouble possibly? Besides tomorrow was your day off anyways. It's not like taking a day off work would really be a burden to anyone especially if you already had the day off. Although the way he looked at you stuck in your mind.

It wasn't until the you saw the disappearance of the kindergarten on the news did that sinking feeling had you fainting.

[em1e]

itadori "#1 victory royale" yuuji + gf who gets downed from walking off a cliff

[akatsukinolola]

𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧┊ 𝗔. 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡

ఌ︎. p. hockey player!abby anderson x f!reader // g. smut

ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [18+ MDNI— top!reader + bottom!Abby (dom/sub undertones), kissing, oral (a receiving), tribbing, multiple orgasms, spitting, hair pulling, fingering (a receiving), crying, overstimulation, reader talking abby through it] bisexual!abby, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, confessions, owen is mentioned like twice (i’m sorry, but i had to drag him a little bit), mentions of alcohol, a sex fantasy daydream, mentions of masturbation, houseparty, lame text message thread, not beta’d n barely proof read— let me know if i missed anything!

ఌ︎. wc. 4.7k

summary: you got it bad for abby

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

ఌ︎. a/n: ahhhh, i’m so excited! this is one of the bigger pieces i’ve been working on. as always, constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated! enjoy &lt;3!

The smell of cellulose and stale coffee filled the campus library air.

While looking for a specific book on behavioral neuroscience, you decided to pick up one of your old favorites, Lord of the Flies. The stress of coursework and keeping up with sorority activities took its toll on you, so being able to curl up with a good book at the end of the day is a welcomed prize.

Just as your fingertips grazed the spine of the book, it was snatched away. Turning, you come face to face with the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back in a braid that gave you a full view of her freckle filled face and strong nose. Looking further down, you caught sight of her broad shoulders and muscular arms. Her toned torso that led to her strong thighs. You looked back up at her blue eyes, to avoid being called out for gawking at her.

“I know you saw me reaching for that book,” you crossed your arms and cocked an eyebrow at the blonde.

“And I grabbed it first so, I guess you’ll just have to wait until I finish it,” a cocky smirk playing on her pink lips.

Not even in the mood to beg for the book, you scoffed and moved to walk past her. “Un-fuckin’-belivable,” you muttered under your breath. She stepped in your way, blocking you from moving any further.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget I can’t be a sarcastic asshole to strangers.” she rubs the back of her neck with her free hand, her muscles bulging in her fitted t-shirt. “I have a five hour bus ride in the morning and I need one of the best books ever written to get me through it,” she explains. “However, if I promise to get it back to you when I get back, can we call a truce?”

You narrowed your eyes at her, searching for a reason to curse her out. But her stupid face and her stupid muscles and her stupid voice softened you up. You pulled out your phone and opened a new contact for her to fill out. Handing her the phone, Abby took the phone and added her contact, making sure to text herself so she can save your number as well. You put your contact in her phone as well. Tapping her shoulder with the back of your phone, you look up at her through your lashes, “I’ll be expecting that text, Anderson.”

+  +  +

It’s been a little over three months since you met Abigail Anderson who you’ve dutifully nicknamed Bibi. Exactly three days after your encounter in the library, she texted you asking to meet at the library so you could exchange the book. When you met up she had the book ready for you to check out as well as a proposition for lunch.

From there your friendship blossomed.

Outside of Abby’s practices and your community service you two spent nearly every moment together. Meeting up at the library or a local café to talk about any and everything.

The more you hung out with the blonde the more your infatuation grew. The post workout facetime calls when she’s shining with sweat and her muscles are plump. The way she gave you her undivided attention when you were together.

And if you’re being honest, there have been several occasions where you found yourself moaning her name as creamed all over your rabbit vibrator. Imagining what it would be like to feel the weight of her on top of you, feeding your pussy every inch of the silicone strap she chose for you. How it would feel to have her lips on yours leaving them swollen and dragging them down the column of your neck as she sucked bruises on your skin. Oh, how you’ve imagined her head between your legs, fingers pounding in and out of you, every thrust brushing against the spongy area deep within you. Her lips and tongue showing special attention to your clit as she brings you closer and closer—

“Hello?” Abby droned, waving her hand in front of your face to get your attention. The two of you had just finished an early lunch before her practice. You seemed to have slipped into a rather explicit daydream while waiting for her to return from the bathroom.

“Hi,” you gave her a sweet smile and playfully batted your eyelashes. Abby chuckled, shaking her head at your antics.

“C’mon, so I can drop you off,” she held her hand out for you to take. You slung your purse over your shoulder and took her hand as you stood from the table. You expected her to let go after you were up, but she held on as the two of you exited the building. As the two of you made the ten minute drive back to your house, you remembered something you intended to tell her at lunch.

“Oh yea, last night, my roommates decided to throw a party Friday night. I know you have a game, but I wanted to tell you anyway.”

“If I’m up for it, I’ll definitely be there,” she said as she pulled into your driveway.

“And if you’re not, maybe I can crash at your place?” you asked, leaning on the middle console with your head in your hands.

Abby leaned back in her seat, legs spreading slightly as her hands rubbed over her thighs. “Yea, of course you can,” ‘You never have to ask.’ she thought to herself as she looked you over.

You leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and got out of the car. Ducking into the window you say your goodbyes telling her to text you later. As you walked to the front door, Abby watched your ass sway in your jeans that hugged your body so well. She ran a hand down her face, blowing out a puff of air, as that familiar throb between her legs intensified as you waved your fingers at her again before disappearing into the house. She felt like such a fucking loser. Ready to rub one out right there in the car from watching your ass as you walked away from her.

+  +  +

The last couple days have been pretty hectic. Your physics professor sprung a last minute quiz on the class. You had no time to mentally prepare for it and had you not done the reading earlier than you were supposed to, you’re sure you would’ve bombed it. On top of that, there have been several fights at the soup kitchen you volunteer at— someone almost getting stabbed with a dirty needle had it not been for the hired security. You were mentally, emotionally, and physically drained. All of the excitement you had for the weekend was completely swept away. All you wanted to do was hide away in your room so you could recharge enough to take on the next week.

But considering there was going to be a party hosted in your home tonight, you could only hope you would get a text from Abby saying how she was exhausted so you could go to her place. Your roommates were running around setting up for the party. Mila was rearranging the furniture, Bri was hiding all of your valuable and breakable items in the spare room and Cori was with you in the kitchen setting up the kitchen with snacks and drinks as you mixed together hunch punch in a ten gallon cooler that was gonna sit on the kitchen island.

You were pouring all of the juices and fresh fruit into the container before you opened three bottles of tequila to pour over in there. “Oh Lord, this bitch finna have us all in this bitch crip walking and hitting flips,” Mila said as you emptied the bottles.

“Girl, this is like 10% alcohol. It literally tastes like juice,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

“That’s what alcoholics say!” Bri shouted from the living room.

“Yeah okay, whatever,” you laughed.

It was after seven o’clock meaning that any moment now people would be pulling up. Just as you twisted and duct taped the lid onto the container, the first wave of people began to fill the open space in your home.

Time passed as you mingled and kept your eyes peeled, watching for any weird behavior. Whenever a party was hosted at your home, you and your roommates felt responsible for everyone’s well being so y’all weren’t afraid to beat somebody’s ass because they wanna start drama or can’t take the word “no”. 

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Checking the time, it was a little after ten o’clock and you saw a notification from Abby.

+  +  +

“Bibi, you’re not serious…” you asked in disbelief.

Abby had arrived at the party quicker than either of you anticipated. Already a couple drinks in, the two of you were in the kitchen sipping on the punch you made earlier.

Abby’s cheeks burned and she felt slightly embarrassed at her admission. Rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand, she nodded. “As embarrassing as it is to admit, I’m very serious.”

You threw your drink in the trash. Your hands rested on your hips as your tipsy mind tried to comprehend the situation. “So you’ve never had an orgasm?” you whisper yelled at her under the loud music. “It’s one thing to not cum while having sex, but you’ve never even made yourself finish?”

“Whenever I tried, I’d get overwhelmed and just stop. And my ex,” she rolled her eyes, “He didn’t give a fuck— don’t even think he actually tried.”

You nodded your head, taking in this new information about your friend. You felt bad. Everyone deserves to have at least one mind blowing, toe curling, back arching orgasm in their life and this poor woman has never had one. Grabbing the blonde by her arm, you jut your chin toward the back stairs and pull her in the same direction. The back stairs led up to the second floor, where your room was. A street sign in your favorite color with your first name in bold lettering hung on the door. Abby smiled as she read the sign Reaching into your bra, you pulled out a key and unlocked the door. 

You opened the door to your bedroom and invited her in, locking the door behind you and placing the key in the small bowl that held your car keys. The music playing from your sound bar drowned out the sounds of the party below. You dimmed the lights just enough to set the mood. Abby stood next to your bed awkwardly, fidgeting with her hands as she gazed around your room. The various plants you meticulously placed along with the cozy window seat make the space inviting. In her admiration, she turned her back to you. You eased up behind her, gently placing your hands on her waist. She leaned into your embrace and you began to sway her to the music. The previous song transitioned into Tinashe’s Spacetime.

Abby turned around in your hold and your hands slid underneath her fitted t-shirt. Your cool finger tips sent a welcomed shiver up her spine.

“Bibi, I’m gonna use your misery as an opportunity to tell you something really really important.” you looked her in the eye. Abby nodded, a silent encouragement for you to go ahead. Your cheeks puffed as you blew out a breath, “I’ve liked you since you stole Lord of the Flies from me. And when you told me you were bi, you made my little gay heart palpitate so bad I thought I was gonna pass out. And now that you’ve told me, you’ve never had an orgasm, I just wanna treat you so fucking well. Like, take you on dates and hold your hand and get matching nail art and go to your hockey games wearing a jersey with your last name on it,” you rested your forehead on her chest, digging your fingers into her back. The liquor may have given you the courage to admit your feelings, but it didn’t stop you from overthinking your alcohol fueled actions.

Abby’s warm hands cupped your face, angling it toward her own. Her thumbs swept back and forth on your cheeks as she looked into your eyes. She thought she would find eyes full of tears on the brink of spilling, but instead she found eyes full of something sincere, something that could be described as love if she read into it any further. Flicking her eyes down to your lips, Abby saw you anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip. She used one of her thumbs to pull your lip free and leaned in. Your noses touched, lips just millimeters away from each other. Your heart thumped against your ribcage as if it were trying to escape.

“Abigail, if you’re going to kiss me do it before my heart gives out,” you teased, unable to bear her silence. Without any hesitation, Abby pressed her lips to yours. One of her hands pulled you closer by the nape of your neck while the other slid into the back pocket of your jeans and gripped at your ass. You both moaned into the kiss, only pulling away when your lungs were in desperate need of air. Abby rested her forehead against yours, catching her breath. Her blue eyes opened, revealing blown pupils. Standing up straight, Abby’s strong arms wound around your waist and pulled you as close as possible.

“I want to take you on dates too, and hold your hand, and get matching nail art,” she laughed knowing she never gets anything more than a clear topcoat, “and I wanna give you my jersey to wear to my home games so when I look into the stands, I see the prettiest girl who I get to call mine.”

“Yours?”

“Mine,” she said with no room for argument. “My pretty girl.”

You damn near tackled Abby onto your bed. She kicked off her shoes as you tugged at her belt. Shimmying out of her pants, she lifted up and you helped her out of her shirt. When her back touched the plush comforter, you planted one of your hands beside her head while the other traced patterns on her neck and chest. “We don’t have to have sex, we can do whatever you want. I don’t want you to feel like I ambushed you with my feelings just to sleep with you,” you confessed.

Abby pulled you into a kiss, “I’m done waiting. I’ve been waiting since you gave me the death stare after I stole that book,” she looked up at you smugly. You nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth. ‘She wanna play games’ you thought to yourself. Standing up, you toed off your shoes. A cute pout played on the blonde’s face as you pulled your shirt over your head. Finally, shimmying out of your jeans you straddled the half-naked woman who looked real good splayed out on your bed. Abby immediately began to paw at you, touching every inch of skin she could reach. Her hands were perfect. The smoothness of her fingertips contrasting with the calluses on her palms from weight lifting and her time holding a stick.

All of your want for the woman was expressed through your shared kisses and touches. Your lips traveled from hers to across her jaw. You kissed down her neck, desperately searching for the spot that made her weak. She gasped as her back arched when you sucked on the junction between the column of her throat and collar bone. You bit down on the area, soothing the sting with your tongue, and continued to suck until a bright red mark that was sure to bruise later formed.

You kissed down to her chest, placing a kiss in between the valley of her breasts. You cupped them in your hands massaging them through her bra. “Is this okay?” you asked, looking up at her through your lashes. She nodded, making you shake your head. “I need to hear you say it,” you continued to tease her through the thin sports bra.

“Mhm, s’okay. It feels really good,” her voice was breathy.

Abby can’t recall a time she’s ever felt like this. Her cheeks, which she was sure had a pink tint to them, burned under your gaze. Every touch had her clenching around nothing and her clit throbbed, begging for any friction you were willing to grant her. When you asked if you could take off her bra, she hesitated. Having a naturally smaller chest as well as a muscular upper body made her feel somewhat inferior to women who were walking around with C and D-Cups— hell, even B Cups. When you tossed her bra to the floor, her hands were already covering her chest. She looked anywhere but at you.

“Abs, look at me,” you said. Hesitantly, she listened. Taking a hold of her hands you kissed the insides of both wrists, your eyes never leaving hers. You positioned her hands above her head, a silent instruction to keep them there. Reaching behind your back, you unclipped your bra, freeing your breasts from the underwired confines. “I’ll always wanna see this pretty body,” you kissed down the valley of her breasts. “You worked too hard, to hide it from me,” you licked over her left nipple, suckling until it pebbled against your tongue. Abby arched into your mouth, more of her breast pressing against your face. You showed the other the same love before pulling away. Her once pink nipples slightly darkened, courtesy of your mouth. Her abs flexed as you kissed down her stomach. When you began to suck bruises on her hip line, she tried to squeeze her legs together but your body prevented her from attaining any friction. A needy whine left her lips at you denying her pleasure.

Looking up at her you feigned a pout. “What’s the matter babe?” you teased. Your lips found the inside of her thighs as you laid your front flush to the bed. Abby grew needier as she sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. Unhappy with her hiding anything from you, you bit her hard, teeth marks etched into her soft skin. Abby gasped at the pleasurable pain and the moan that your actions evoked had you rubbing your own thighs together. “There you go,” you cooed as you ran your tongue over the teeth marks left in her flesh, “You sound so fuckin’ pretty baby,” you placed a kiss on her clothed clit. Abby’s hips bucked against your face as her back went rigid. You saw her knuckles turning white from how tightly she was gripping your comforter.  “Don’t tell me that loser bitch never went down on this pretty pussy.”

Embarrassed that you had read the situation so well, she looked away. Raising up from your position, you came face to face with the blonde, lying under you. Grabbing a fistful of her boxers, you pulled them up until the crotch was stretching over her slit. The cotton rubbed against her aching clit and Abby's chest heaved as she tried not to scream. You took her jaw in to your hand and made her face you, “Baby, I’m tryna be nice but if I have to tell you to stop looking away from me again, I’m gonna fuck you until you cry,” you gripped her jaw just enough to convey the seriousness of your words.

“M’sorry,” she blinked up at you in a daze. 

“Don’t be sorry,” you kissed her lips and let go of her boxers, “Just trust me when I say I’ll take care of you, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” Abby nodded. and reached up she reached up to kiss you again. Your hand slipped past the cotton concealing her most intimate area. The slick that coated your fingers had you both moaning into the kiss. Abby’s hips bucked against your hand, chasing the pleasure she’d been craving. Removing your hand, Abby whined at the loss of contact. You sucked her essence off your fingers and swear you could’ve cum just from the little taste you got.

“Can I take these off?” you asked. Abby lifted her hips giving you silent permission. You looked over the blonde’s completely naked body and wanted nothing more than to worship her perfect body. With a chaste kiss, you laid back down, now face to face with her bare cunt. Sparse dark blonde hairs trailed from her navel to the hood of her clit. The landing strip was a nice touch.

Wasting no time, you licked a stripe up her slit. You both moaned— you at the sweet slick coating your tongue and her because your tongue was unlike anything she’d ever felt down there. Abby’s legs squeezed around your head and you didn’t bother fighting it, knowing that you would happily suffocate between her legs. You wrapped your hands under her thighs, to bring yourself impossibly closer to her pussy. A smile played on your lips as you flicked the tip of your tongue over her clit.

Abby was trembling. Your tongue expertly licked through her folds, gathering every drop of slick that dripped from her sopping hole. She didn’t know what to do. When you pinched her thigh, she loosened her legs. You spread her wet lips apart and spit on her clit. Diving back in you suck her engorged clit into your mouth. A wanton moan left Abby as she thrashed against your hold. One of her hands found your hair. Her fingertips found the roots of your hair and tugged. The sting in your scalp had you moaning and grinding your hips into the mattress. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Abby cried out as you roughly sucked in her clit. Dropping your head a little lower, you plunged your tongue into her drooling hole. You groaned into the sticky flesh as you lapped up every drop of her essence. Her wetness coated your lips and chin and leaked onto the sheets. Releasing one of her thighs, you eased two fingers inside her.

“You taste so good, baby. Could keep my face buried in this pussy forever,” you pet her clit with your tongue. You worked your fingers in and out of her opening trying different angles. A particular one had Abby clenching around your fingers and tightening her fingers in your hair. “Right there?” you asked. She nodded her head fervently. Taking her clit in between your teeth, adding just enough pressure to make it pleasurable, her legs shook.

“Yes, please! Right there— fuck, right there!” Abby cried as you continued to pleasure her. 

That familiar feeling began to wind inside Abby’s abdomen. That overwhelming feeling that had her running away from her own pleasure. She began to shuffle up the bed. Having none of it, you sat up and placed your body weight on top of her. You never stopped your ministrations as you came face to face with the woman once again. Abby looked up at you with her pretty blue eyes that have now glossed over with tears.

“Why’re you cryin’ mama?” you kissed her, the remainder of her juices still coating your lips. “Hm?”

“S’too much,” she tried to wiggle away from your hand.

“Uhn uhn,” you shook your head. You put your thumb on her clit, circling it as you continued to bury your fingers inside her. “Roll your hips up toward my hand,” you instructed. Nodding, Abby followed your instructions. With every roll of her hips the fire behind her navel began to grow. The lines between pleasure and discomfort were beyond blurred. “There you go. Chase it, baby.”

Abby’s eyes fluttered shut as she moved faster. You felt her walls begin to spasm around your fingers. “Look at me when I make you cum,” you ordered. Abby opened her eyes to meet yours. Your pupils were blown and glazed over with unadulterated lust. You looked at her with so much care, she could’ve sobbed then and there. Never has she ever been put first when I came to sex. But with you? She felt like she could get lost in your touch and showers of affection forever. Your words helped work her up.

“You can take it,”

“Just like that, babe,”

“I gotchu, ’m right here,”

It snuck up on her, taking you both by surprise. Abby’s eye rolled back as her orgasm washed over her. Her hips bucked wildly as wallowed in her bliss. You leaned in for a kiss as you continued to fuck her through her orgasm. Post orgasm Abby was a sight to see. Cheeks flushed, strands of dark blonde hair sticking to her dewy skin, chest heaving up and down, and her bottom lip wobbling. You placed a few more chaste kisses to her lips as you withdrew your fingers from her sensitive cunt. Not being able to stop yourself, you licked up the remainder of her essence from your fingers.

“You okay?” you kissed her forehead.

“Better than okay,” she nodded, that amazing smile coming into view. Abby leaned up to kiss you again, pulling you flush to her body. She ran her hands down your body, grabbing at the fat of your ass. Your whimper into her mouth had her drawing away. “What about you? You okay?” her hand continued to rub your ass.

“I’m good, don’t worry about me,” you lied through your teeth. You’d been throbbing since your first kiss and the stickiness in your panties had become rather uncomfortable. Despite all that, Abby was the priority for tonight. If it came down to it, you’d rub one out in the bathroom after she fell asleep.

“Babe, don’t lie to me. Tell me what I can do for you,” she kissed your neck.

You pulled your underwear down and kicked them off onto the floor. “Spread your legs for me?” you asked. Abby did as instructed. You spread your lips apart, revealing your swollen clit. Dropping your hips, you pressed your clit to Abby’s. Both of your moans echoed throughout the space. You rocked your hips quickly, increasing the friction. The sounds of Abby’s moans and your mixing juices pushed you further and further to the edge. As the knot in your belly tightened, you pressed your chest to Abby’s and stuck your face in the crook of her neck, kissing where you could reach.

The feeling of your soaked cunt on hers had Abby fucking you back. Your hips rolled together in tandem. That familiar feeling had made itself known again, but this time Abby welcomed it with open arms.

“Oh my— fuck! You’re gonna make me cum again,” Abby gasped as her hips stuttered.

Retreating from her neck, you kissed Abby hard. “Cum with me baby,” you gasped, “Wanna cum all over this pretty pussy.”

A few more rolls of your hips had you both screaming as your clits caught one another, sending you over the edge into a sea of ecstasy. You both continued to grind, using each other to prolong your highs. You were trembling like a leaf above Abby as you rested your forehead against hers, panting as you both caught your breaths.

Abby’s hands smoothed over your sides. She tilted her head back to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Your hands found the sides of her neck, thumbs swooping back and forth over her cheeks as you kissed her back. “I’ll be right back,” you got up from the bed and sauntered into your en suite. When reentered your bedroom, Abby was lying there, hand thrown over her eyes with a goofy smile playing on her lips. She didn’t notice your presence until the bed dipped under your weight. You gently spread Abby’s legs and cleaned her up with the warm washcloth. Discarding the rag somewhere on the floor amongst your clothes, the two of you snuggled together under the soft sheets. You hooked your leg over her hip and drew her as close as possible.

Abby watched you with sleepy eyes. She felt content. Here she was, cuddled up with a woman she had been yearning for.

ఌ︎. a/n #2: if y'all have any thots or questions about hockey player!abby hit my inbox!

[cottoncandytomu]

Cat and Mouse~

Abby Anderson x F!Reader

Summary: You were a well known womanizer in the WLF but that’s not gonna stop you from trying to get with the one woman you wanted the most, Abby Anderson. And god was she making it difficult~

As always my content is 18+ SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

(You’re a desperate slut with the hots for Abby, a persistent fucker at that. No smut in this one just lewd themes. Light cursing, lots of alluding to “the chase” of her. Lets say you’re definitely not a quitter 🥴🥴)

New! Dark! Abby Anderson x F!Reader

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“Oh come on Abs~, my reputation isn’t even that bad.” You say leaning back against the wall.

Abby looks up at you from her seat, “Yeah? That’s not what I heard around the stadium. You’ve basically slept with about half the women in here alone.”

“Me?” You place a hand on your chest, “Now babe I’m offended, c’mon those are Manny numbers not me.”

“You make Manny’s reputation look like light work.” Abby chuckles, shaking her head as she goes back to reading her book.

You scratch your neck, “Damn I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or be insulted.”

Abby scoffs, “However you feel is the best but I’d say the latter.”

You push yourself off the wall and walk over to her, sitting down next to her your leg brushes hers, resting against one another. You expect her to but she doesn’t move, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Yeah yeah whatever but you can’t deny that I’m not experienced.” You smirk.

“Unbelievable….”

“So, ya gonna let me show you how someone should actually take care of you.” You wiggle your eyebrows slightly, taking in your bottom lip.

She looks over at you and grins, “Only in your dreams buttercup.” She then closes her book and stands up, your eyes following her movements.

“Dreams are better than nothing.” You lean back placing your arms behind your head.

Abby shakes her head and dismisses you with her hand as she walks out of the empty library leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Damn does she know how to fuck with you, you almost think it’s intentional at this point. She knows how much you want her, fuck you’ve wanted her ever since you laid your eyes on her. Her tall build yet the delicate grace about her had you entranced at first glance.

You should’ve known that she wouldn’t make it easy for you. At this point just about every single one of the wolves knew you had the hots for her, you didn’t really make it discreet. Manny would constantly make fun of you for it too but you’d get him back by making fun of him for not being able to please the women he was with better than you. They’ve told you so, what could you say you know your way around a woman. You just wish that woman was Abby.

People would talk, their favorite was calling you pathetic and slightly insane. Going after one of WLF’s best soldiers was a long shot but you didn’t care, you needed her, soon enough she’ll come around to realize how much you’re worth it. Yeah, you may be a player now but for her you’d definitely drop it all in a heartbeat. She was strong and powerful but also kind and sweet in her own element. It made her, her. And that’s what you loved about her so much, she’s such a balance of what you respect and cherish. Plus, she’s very good on the eyes.

Sometimes you’d think she was fucking with you on purpose, that deep down she wanted you just as much as you wanted her. It was a feeling, plus there’d be times where she’d willingly play right back into your antics, fueling it even. You weren’t dumb, you’ve seen the way her eyes would follow you after you walked into the cafeteria to grab your food, watch how they raked over your body as you did your sets in the shared gym.

When you two would be on the same patrol, compliments would be shared for you, which was a rare thing from her to you. Her eyes would gloss over when you would hit that perfect shot on a clicker, a quick nice shot falling from her lips. There was even a time where you caught her checking out your ass, now that took a bit of convincing to yourself but you know what you saw. You couldn’t help the grin either when you watched her blush filled stuttering mess after catching her in the act. She would never admit to it of course, just changing the subject and talking about where to head to next.

She was undeniably perfect in every way and you needed, no craved that perfection. You knew it, she knew it, hell all the fucking wolves knew it too. You were desperate, for good reason, and you didn’t care. It was a game of cat and mouse and you loved a good chase~

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AHHHH DESPERATE READER ALERT!! You down bad fuckers~ (me too tho 😮‍💨😮‍💨)

I probably maybe might be making this into a very short mini series, depends on how much you beauties like it. BUT I hope you all enjoyed and as always constructive criticism is welcome. If you haven’t yet check out my other drabble here. Thank you all for taking the time out of your life to read my work, it’s always appreciated!! And let me know what you guys think, hehe~ BAIIII

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[moonthecreator]

ITS COMING BACK EVERYBODY! AS A BRAND NEW FIC ON AO3!!!!

READY PLAYER 2 [[REMASTERED]] WILL BE POSTED STARTING JUNE 1ST 2024!!!!!

Lets get this bread!!! We've come so far since January 2019!!! We've survived college! We've survived the pandemic! We've survived moving! we've survived MARRIAGE!!!!

SO I HOPE YOU ALL ARE READY FOR NEW ARTWORK, NEW SCENES, AND NEW...COOL STUFF.

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Trapped Twosome- A Player 2 x reader fic😈👾🕹️ Part 1- "Just Another Day at the Office"

Word count: just over 5.6k 😇

Finally! Heres part 1 of the long awaited and critically acclaimed (LOL) Player 2 x reader fic 😈😜😌 I ended up having so many ideas for this and it just got so long that I decided it'll just end up needing a part two soon🤪😏😎 The formatting may not be perfect since this is being done on mobile but hopefully it'll look alright 😋❤️

Tag list: @xenoanamorph @hauntedfoodie @bloodyrib @jessicafangirl @getmeoutofhell @thatspookyghoul996 @lunahazarrived @halloweentown-horrors @garlic-the-gnome @babesway22 @candiecoloredclown @dominionatrix @angeljeonjkk @clowncafeb @itslilithe @yourlocalwitchh @alicecoopersbush 🕹️🤘 apologies if I missed anyone/ let me know if you'd like to be tagged here and for future installments! <3

No specific warnings that I can think of besides maybe slight reader injury, this part ended up being more tame than I thought LOL but it'll definitely get ~spicier~ in future installments😏😚🫶

Have fun reading this and I hope you enjoy! 🥰😈🕹️🤘

Darkness enshrouded the long hallway you had found yourself in. Trying to move as quickly yet as quietly as you possibly could, you continued to trudge through the maze of the old building you had gotten lost in, not quite familiar with its layout (and honestly not quite sure which floor you were even on at that point). Your heart thumped in your ears, so loud it nearly tricked you into thinking that you heard footsteps behind you. You weren't certain about many things in that moment, but you were aware of two facts- you knew you weren't alone in this building, and you also knew that you didn't want to end up crossing paths with the other being that was currently roaming the halls- all the while with his sights set on finding you. Wanting a moment to calm your breathing, you internally screamed praises to whatever deity was currently watching your scenario play out when you stumbled upon a secluded supply closet at the end of the seemingly never-ending hallway. Clasping the doorknob with shaking and sweating hands, you shuffled your way into the closet and shut the door behind you as quietly as possible. You realized that it was probably not the best idea to remain idle in one spot for too long, as the masked man was bound to make his way around this section of the building at some point in this game of cat and mouse, but if you didn't stop for a minute to catch your breath, you knew your laboured breathing would give away your location instantly. Staring into the darkened abyss of the supply closet’s small square footage around you, you wrapped your arms around yourself in a tight hug, trying your best to offer your body some kind of comfort amidst this terrifying dilemma you had found yourself in- you knew you had to do whatever you could to keep your wits about you. Looking around the claustrophobic space, you decided you could either stay here and try to blockade yourself inside the room, or you could bolt now and keep moving; either option would involve the heavy risk of the man finding you and you'd rather have the option to run without being totally cornered, so you begrudgingly opted for the second option. The short lived safety of the closet was merely a mirage- you could only imagine what could happen to you if you were trapped in such a small space with this maniacal killer.

Trembling in fear, your arm raised to open the door, delayed for just a moment, unsure if he'd be standing there waiting to pounce on you as soon as you opened it. Pausing for a few seconds, you decided to put your ear to the door to see if you could hear any footsteps or subtle breathing on the other side- you quickly deduced that this action was ultimately a waste of time since you recalled that you hadn't even heard this guy say anything or make any type of noise for that matter during the duration of being trapped here with him; you weren't sure how he was capable of that, but you also weren't keen on sticking around to find out. With tension rising, you gripped the door knob with sweaty palms, getting ready to swing the door open and make a run for it in the direction you had been heading in when you found the closet just mere minutes ago.

Your arm wrenched the door open swiftly, putting your other arm up instinctively in case you had to immediately defend yourself- only to be met with an empty hallway. Your shoulders dropped and you let out a sigh of relief, quietly returning to sprinting down the hall yet again as you continued making your way through the building, faint lights flickering above you and helping to guide your path in the otherwise dark and dingy labyrinth. As you neared the end of the hall, you stumbled upon one of the elevators- this entire time you'd been using the stairs, but that scared you too- you had gotten lucky enough so far that you hadn't ended up in any of the stairwells at the same time as the killer, but with quick consideration, the stairs had offered a quieter route than using a dinging elevator; at this point, you decided that this elevator was unfortunately your only choice. The stairwell for this floor was all the way back in the direction you had just run from, and you just couldn't risk it- you weren't the biggest fan of the thought of backtracking in this hellhole. Pressing the red down button, you prayed that the elevators were still working, and your eyes lit up with a fevered hunger to escape as the doors creaked open a moment later. You had never been happier to see an elevator in your entire life.

Rays of fluorescent light basked over your form as you stepped over the threshold, feeling as if you were stepping into some sort of twisted version of heaven. You were ready to get the fuck out of this horrible place, and in this moment, the elevator was going to be your guaranteed ticket out- you would surely get down to the street level floor in no time, being able to rush towards the exit and finally be rid of this nightmare… At least that was your plan anyway, and you couldn't help but crack a delirious smile at the thought that you had actually outrun some deranged killer- what a crazy story THAT would be to tell for years to come… Come to think of it, what floor were you even on? You noticed an electronic display board on the wall with the inscription of “5H” on it, so you assumed that meant you were at least on the fifth floor (amidst the night’s escapades, you hadn't even been able to keep track of where you were in your fear-fueled, constantly moving state). You closed your eyes with your back still facing the elevator entrance, thankful to have stumbled upon it and waiting for it to reach the first floor. After a few seconds went by, you realized you weren't moving; in your panicked haze, you didn't even think to press the button for the floor you wanted to go to. Turning around to face the still open elevator doors and get a better look at the floor buttons, your smile dropped as your blood ran cold- far at the opposite end of the hall, a tall lithe figure stood, masked eyes glowing bright green and a hand raised to wave teasingly at you, the tips of his fingers wiggling back and forth in a sickening manner. You stared each other down for a few beats, paralyzed in absolute fear, before the man suddenly began bolting in your direction, the heavy thud of his footsteps growing louder and rumbling through your shaken core the closer he got. A shaky scream rose from your throat, mind going numb as you clicked the button for the first floor, pounding your fists against the “close doors” button in a crazed panic. Just before he could reach you, perhaps just a few feet away you had figured, the doors closed with a heavy thud. You're certain that the bastard could still hear your shrill screams muffled from beyond the metallic separation of the elevator doors, no doubt grinning to himself at the thought of how afraid you truly were, and it was all because of him. You sunk down to the floor, your legs trembling and giving out on you from the sheer terror of it all, and your heart pounded in your chest almost painfully as the heavy adrenaline coursed through your veins; you were completely and horrifyingly aware that he now knew that you were on the elevator, and there were only so many spots the elevator could travel to- of course he would expect you to head towards the floor with the only direct exit on it. You couldn't help but let out another cry of desperation laced with fear as the elevator continued on its slower than expected descent southward. There was only one hopeful thought you attempted to continuously remind yourself of that kept you tethered to earth in that moment- you'd definitely make it down to the first floor and have more than enough time to make it out the front exit before the man could make it down five long flights of stairs… right?

All of a sudden you were zapped out of your racing thoughts when the elevator gave out a jolt, coming to a sickening halt on the third floor. No, no, no, this cannot be happening- oh shit. Your brain screamed a million different expletives, panic increasing in the pit of your stomach yet again followed by the sickening heat of anxious bile rising in the back of your throat- the only scenario your brain was able to conjure in that moment was that the man had reached the third floor before the elevator had time to pass it, and he had called for it. You braced yourself against the back wall, breathing turning rapid and shallow as the doors wrenched open, only to be met with- nothing there at all, just another empty hallway. What? You glanced back at the control board, noticing after a moment that in your race to close the doors on the fifth floor, that your fists had also accidentally clicked the third floor button. Damnit! Your fist made sharp contact with the “close doors” button again at lightning speed, repeatedly pressing it as if you were an impatient businessman late to work at his office job.

The remainder of your ride down to the first floor continued to be just as unpleasant, the old stained carpeting offering no solace to you as your eyes darted around the enclosed space. There was literally nothing else you could do at that point- being in the elevator made you feel like you were trapped in a cage, with the only immediate exit leading to death; although you were most likely screwed, you'd never forgive yourself if you didn't at least try anything you could to get out of this nightmare alive.

The elevator, albeit not so smoothly, finally reached its destination, the clang of the metal doors invaded your ears as they opened before you to reveal a grave sight to behold-

Another hallway- great.

It was just your luck that this elevator wouldn't end up directly in the main lobby, of course.

Paranoia overtook you as you moved, your head darting around every which way and constantly looking back over your shoulder while running through the dimly lit hall, occasionally grazing the walls as you passed through. As you began rounding what appeared to be the final corner of the hallway towards the lobby, you nearly burst into tears out of anxious frustration, being so close yet still so far (in this specific circumstance) from the exit. You paused for a moment and peeked around the corner into the lobby, making sure no one was standing in there waiting for you. With the coast seemingly clear, you began taking careful steps into the darkened lobby, the only light source being emitted by the street lights streaming in from the front windows. Suddenly, a loud clang sounded from behind you, causing you to whip your head around at the speed of light, fearing the worst- only to see a mop had fallen over in the far corner, its worn wooden handle having clattered directly against the linoleum floor. You shook it off and smiled ever so slightly at the fact you got so worked up over a mop before turning back around ready to get out of there, bumping directly into an overall bound chest with the clear inscription of the number 2 painted across the front.

You flinched back, scrambling away from him frantically as you began hyperventilating at the shock of him standing there all of a sudden, a futile attempt at separating yourself as far as you possibly could from the man that you had been trying your damnedest to stay far away from that entire night. Continuing to shuffle yourself backwards, your body was halted as your back met with the unforgiving coolness of the chipped cement wall of the lobby. Adding the rotten cherry on top of your already completely sickening dilemma, your vision zeroed in just beyond his shoulder, noticing the main exit being just a few yards away, taunting you with a ruthless glow. Looking closer, you noticed that there was also a heavy chain covered in various locks wrapped around the door handles, meaning that the bastard had locked you in sometime during the night while you were frantically roaming around upstairs.

The man whipped his finger up at you accusingly, shaking it in your direction in a chastising manner, his lithe body visibly trembling in silent rage as he went on to clench his first by his side. He was clearly agitated with you running away from him and making him have to go through the trouble of chasing after you for a majority of the night- the chase was fun for him most of the time, but the man was truly interested in playing with his prey the way HE wanted to and WHEN he wanted it at the end of the day.

The mysterious man cornered you, advancing on you in a flash- his slender fingers of his left hand snaked their way to grip on your shoulder in a tight hold as his other arm slammed against the wall on the other side of your head- you would've tried to kick him in the balls if it weren't for the fact that his skinny yet strong body was pressed up against you so hard that you couldn't even move your legs.

He looked down at you, nearly a foot if not more than a foot taller than you, the man being close enough for you to actually see his eyes through the mask for the first time that night- although you were terrified out of your mind, you couldn't help but feel the heat rise in your cheeks, unable to control your body’s physical reactions to the sudden and rough outward stimuli. Of course he had to take note of this too, chuckling silently at your current state of appearance and raising his shoulders up a bit, teasing you.

You realized that you were most likely going to die that night, along with the man's commitment to remaining totally silent driving you crazy, so you turned desperate as you realized that you were most likely done for- you moved your hands up as much as you could, clasping them together between the limited space between where your chests nearly touched due to his immense closeness.

“Please! Please please please listen to me- I'll let you do whatever you want to me, anything you want me to do and I'll do it, just don't kill me! Oh lord PLEASE don't kill me!”, you begged and begged, your voice coming out strained and wavering amidst your broken sobs, hating how incredibly desperate you sounded and knowing it probably wouldn't change the outcome of whatever he had in mind. You thought maybe offering to him that he could do anything he wanted to you may at least buy you some time- after all, he was still a man- maybe you could distract him long enough with your body that you could divulge a new escape plan (although you wished you could have a better option than letting this monster have his way with you in exchange for more time); and if you couldn't come up with a new way to escape, at least you could just prolong the inevitable, not at all looking forward to whatever torture he had in store for you. He only continued to glare back down at you and cocked his head a bit in response to your offer, as if he was saying “Really? That's all you've got?”.

In a final lousy attempt at getting the man to understand that you were another human being and not just some plaything, you shakily reached up to try to take his mask off to get a better look at his face, perhaps in hopes of connecting with him more, you had conjectured (and the fact that at this point you had nothing left to lose), only for him to quickly snatch your wrist in his merciless grip and give it a harsh squeeze of warning, causing your eyes to go wide as saucers as you stared helplessly back up at his piercing eyes peering through the mask. In all his years of participating in the games and practicing his little “hobby”, no one had ever been bold enough to try to immediately remove his mask- sure, maybe some would've tried to swipe at him to knock it off in their silly attempts at getting away, but usually they'd be trying to run away or be too paralyzed in fear to even think of doing such a thing, so even he was taken aback by your bold choice of action- this caused him to get a new idea for you- maybe you could be more fun for him than he initially considered.

He pulled you closer to him (if that was even possible) with rough force, tilting your chin up to look at him as he motioned for you to be silent with a finger pressed up to the sickening smile plastered across his mask. You whimpered but tried your best to follow his orders as he began moving with you, placing both hands on your shoulders and guiding you away from the wall, bringing you back in the direction towards the elevator. Your heart dropped as he pushed you inside the small confines of the elevator and stepped in behind you, your body trembling violently in pure fear- the last thing you could see was the taunting brightness of the EXIT sign plastered by the front entrance as the elevator doors closed with a sickening thud.

The man surprisingly released you from his hold temporarily, seeing as there was nowhere for you to run in this small space- as soon as his hands were off of you, you instantly scurried into the farthest corner of the elevator, trying to separate yourself as far as you could from him. You watched helplessly as he casually tapped his slender fingers along the chin of the mask while looking over the control panel, finally making a decision and selecting the button to send your ass back up to the fifth floor after all that. “W-why are we going back up?”, you stuttered in scared confusion, wishing so desperately for any kind of answer, but of course the man stuck with his silent facade and just looked over at you in amusement for a moment and then back toward the doors. You continued to watch as the man leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, stomping his foot impatiently as he waited for the elevator to make its slow journey upwards. Just as you passed the threshold of the fourth floor, he sauntered over to you and grasped you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you up roughly right up next to him again so that you couldn't immediately bolt as soon as the doors opened. Your heart thumped like crazy as you tried to hold back your nervous whimpers, thinking that he could probably feel how scared you were since he was so close to you at that moment. You tried to control yourself from making any unnecessary sounds, remembering how he had told you to be quiet and not scream- you weren't exactly keen on finding out what the extra punishment for disobeying him would be.

Dragging you out of the elevator and back onto the fifth floor, he led you down the hall you had gotten lost in earlier and turned towards a random room, kicking the door open and forcing you inside, throwing you down on a dingy old couch in the corner as he turned back to lock the door, sealing you in with him; as you glanced around your new setting in a terrified haze, you came to the conclusion that you must've been in some sort of abandoned office building, the room you were currently in having been some kind of break room. There was a small lamp on a side table next to the couch as the main light source for the room, and you noticed an old industrial copier across from where you had been thrown that had a fine layer of dust over it, presumably from years of not being used. The other end of the room was just as shabby, with a small kitchen table in the corner and what appeared to be a makeshift food prep area- a sad looking microwave and a dirty coffee maker along with a mini fridge being the only things occupying the space. Did he… live here? Suddenly you were broken out of your thoughts as you felt your legs being grabbed, your eyes widening as you whipped your head down at the man's touch- at first you were scared for a moment that he was grabbing your legs to wrench them open and just have his way with you, but you were able to let out a nervous breath of relief when you realized he was doing the complete opposite to your surprise, watching as the man bound your ankles together with duct tape so that you couldn't get up and run away from him. He looked back up at you when he was done and wiggled his fingers on both his hands at you in a mocking gesture before hoisting you up by your midsection, causing you to let out a squeak.

He brought you over to the copier to your confusion, gesturing between the beat-up machine, around the room, and back at you as if he were a magician getting ready to show off his latest trick. He theatrically tapped the fingers of the hand that wasn't holding onto you against the side of his head as if in deep contemplation about something before ultimately reaching down and clicking the copier button, the machine groaning and whirring to life. He appeared very pleased with himself as he opened the lid, looking around for something to copy but not finding anything that suited his taste- he required an alternative- you followed his gaze in horror as his mask tilted down to you, his free hand reaching out swiftly and grabbing your (thankfully non-dominant) hand, placing it on top of the cool slit glass over the scanner of the machine before he instantly proceeded to slam the lid of the copier down on top of it as hard as he could. You let out a wild shriek of pain that you couldn't hold in, and you would've sunk down to the ground on your knees had it not been for his tight grip on you, holding you up in place where he wanted you- the man shook his head, seemingly upset at the fact that the copier’s cover didn't close properly as it should, and proceeded to yet again strike the lid down on your poor hand multiple times in a row until he was finally satisfied- each sharp bang of the lid reverberated throughout your entire body as your screams accentuated each smash making contact with your injured appendage. There was no doubt in your mind that your hand was partially crushed and would be totally bruised, feeling the searing heat traveling up your arm.

The man leaned over and pressed another button on the copier, the machine whirring again as you noticed the exposure light going off, scanning your crumpled hand- and sure enough, a few sheets of paper plopped into the output tray, showcasing a black and white image of your mangled hand. He excitedly reached over and grabbed the papers as you whimpered, shoving one into your face and throwing a few around the room gleefully. You cried out, trying to pull your injured hand out of the machine with your other arm, the man letting you and releasing his tight grip on you without warning as you stumbled back, landing with a hurtful thud against the decrepit couch. You watched as he grabbed the last copy out of the tray, the final paper getting dramatically tacked up on the old bulletin board hanging precariously over the copier, similar to a child putting their artwork up on the fridge with a sense of pride. The man sauntered over, swaying his hips as he did so, totally proud of himself at having done a proficient job at demonstrating to you the sheer torture he could supply you and stood over you, looking down menacingly as you clutched your bruised and battered hand to your chest, trying to focus on not dry heaving or passing out from the pain. Continuing to writhe in agony before him, you tried to reason with him yet again, knowing you couldn't handle anymore. The “2” on his overalls caught your eye again. “O-ok, ok, please, just listen to me. Uh- 2? I-is that your name? Fuck, uh, oh my gosh this hurts so much.”, you paused, taking in a large yet shaky breath to try to steady yourself as you could barely think straight due to the pain. The man, or “2” now that you decided to call him by that to see if you could get some better results, put his hands on his hips, continuing to stare down at you with that unchanging expression on his mask, waiting for you to continue and see what you would even attempt at asking him but becoming slightly impatient.

“My name is y/n. Please, no more. Not tonight, I can't handle it… I'm begging you, and my offer still stands from earlier, please just let me rest tonight and you can do whatever you want, I swear, I just- don't wanna die tonight.”. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your vision turning hazy, all you could see was the glowing green aura from his eyes clouding your watery field of vision. 2 was honestly surprised that you were still conscious at this point, or at least very clearly trying to mentally will yourself to stay vaguely semiconscious for as long as you could- usually at this point, his victims would be so zoned out if they were even still alive that they basically became like rag dolls, not being able to even conjure basic sentences or have the will to attempt to fight back anymore. He had to admit, he was somewhat impressed by your sheer will to do just about anything it took to stay alive, much like how he would do nearly anything to come out on top and be the winner at the end of the day. 2 crouched down in front of you, thinking for a moment, before reaching out to you- you instinctively flinched, your upper body jerking away from him and holding your injured hand closer to yourself so that he couldn't stir the damage any further. Again, to your surprise, his hand came to rest on top of your bound ankles, his long fingers drumming lightly against the duct tape he had placed there. He looked back up at you and continued to tap his fingers as he tilted his head in a questioning manner, which you could only interpret as a veiled threat- if he were to remove the duct tape, you had to keep up your end of the bargain and do as he ordered or else there would be swift punishment coming your way, now that you knew what he was capable of. “I swear, I promise! I won't go anywhere, I'll do whatever you ask of me, I won't try to fight back anymore- please!”, you cried out, although in your mind, there was a continuation to that statement- you wouldn't fight back anymore, at least for tonight.

That seemed to be enough for 2, and to your horror he pulled a gnarly looking pair of scissors out of his back pocket, immediately slicing and working his way through the thick layers of duct tape before tearing the offending tape away and unbinding your legs, discarding the temporary restraint somewhere on the grimy floor. You went to pull your legs up into yourself but 2 stopped you, motioning for you to stand up and go wait in the corner. Confused but still terrified you follow his orders, unsure of what was even happening at this point, but you figured if he'd kept you alive for this long, you better not try to disobey him- he gave off the vibe that he was the type to completely change his mind on a whim and you certainly didn't wanna give him any reason to do so. He suddenly began ripping the couch cushions and throwing them off to the side, a cloud of dust going up in the air as he pulled on something- you realized he was converting the couch to a pull out bed, the ancient looking furniture creaking as he did so.

You nearly forgot your injured hand momentarily as his seemingly gentle actions took you by surprise- was he just toying with you now to give you some kind of false sense of safety? The man reached behind the couch, conjuring a very tattered blanket and a couple of nasty stained pillows, throwing both on the sofa bed ceremoniously. 2 turned back to you in a flash, looking you up and down in a calculated glance before wildly gesturing his arms towards the bed, bowing mockingly- you understood from his silent display that he wanted you to lay down. You cautiously stepped towards him, having to walk right in front of him to reach the bed. “O-ok, I'm laying down now. Just tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, I'm trying to follow your orders as best as I can but it can be difficult when you aren't actually speaking to me.”, you muttered quietly, not wanting to anger him but also needing him to at least know that you were trying your best in your current predicament- although you wanted nothing more than to kick him in his crotch and subdue him long enough to get away, you genuinely did not want to upset him after his little “demonstration” earlier, and you certainly were in no shape now to get too far if you tried anything. You winced as you sat down, reminded that you indeed were still very injured and needed to be cautious whenever you moved. Adjusting your aching legs along the length of the thin mattress, you looked up to notice 2 watching your every move like a hawk, almost studying you as if you were a research project. You became very self conscious in that moment as the blush in your cheeks reignited, your mind recalling the way he stood over you when he had you pressed up against the wall in the lobby. You cursed yourself out in your thoughts, embarrassed and disappointed in yourself that your body still reacted that way even after the pain he had just caused you.

Apparently satisfied with what you did, 2 dramatically kicked his shoes off, landing with a loud thump against the door, before he ultimately moved to the other side of the bed, sliding in next to you and tossing the blanket over you both. You were frozen, paralyzed by his closeness. You tried not to look at him and just sat still, subconsciously turning your upper body ever so slightly away from him. The green glow of his mask still invaded your peripheral view, a constant reminder of your situation. Not happy with the lack of attention on him, 2 snapped his arm out and wrenched your uninjured hand away from your chest, interlocking his fingers with yours and pulling your arm directly to his side under the covers. The sudden movement jostled your injury a bit, causing you to bite your lip to hold back another humiliating whimper. You were sure that the bastard was grinning wide under his disguise, his grin most likely matching the shit-eating one that remained forever plastered across the mask. You realized he was most likely holding your hand as just another way of mocking you, but also as a way of making sure you didn't leave the bed if he fell asleep- he would instantly know if you tried to escape his grip. To mock you even further, 2 acted as if you were a married couple getting ready for bed, grasping your chin and turning your head to look at him again as he leaned up and quickly mushed the mouth of his mask against your cheek, pretending to give you a goodnight kiss before leaning over and turning off the light. The darkness offered a new sense of growing dread that traveled up your spine, not being able to fully comprehend that you were alone and injured in a dark abandoned building with a deranged and unpredictable man.

You attempted to keep yourself awake as long as you could despite being absolutely beyond exhausted, wanting to regain your thoroughly depleted energy but also scared of what the man might do if he noticed that you were asleep. Your body ultimately overpowered your mind, succumbing to the exhaustion as your eyes fell closed, the last thing you remember seeing was that sickening glow of green along with the lingering sensation of 2’s thin but strong arm leaning against the side of your body.

[mothbeasts]

i miss posting and making and engaging with ieytd content but I will be honest sometimes it feels alienating. as a lesbian.

[jojoflowrr]

You’re such a tease.

Ceasar Zepelli.

>Reader: Female

>Smut 18+

"What are you doing out here, during this pouring rain hmm?" He stands at the front porch, your back turned away from him. "You're going to get sick."

You were soaked, the feeling of cold rain on your skin always calmed you down. recently, you had been feeling a sense of dissatisfaction considering your love life. As someone who always wanted to find "the one" you never had any luck.

"I just needed a breath of fresh air." You answered, clutching your shivering body with your arms. When you felt hands around your waist.

"Well come on, let's get you out of the rain. I know your cold." As he leads you inside, Ceasar takes off his jacket, wrapping it around your body. You speak, "Same old casanova." Holding your hand he guides you to your room.

"What can I say? I'm just a hopeless romantic." He smirks as his eyes travel along your shivering body. Your soaked clothing let him see all your curves, and black laced bra.

"You know, maybe we should have some fun while we're here." Caesar whispered into your ear, His hot breath warming up your cold body.

Biting your lip, "Joseph and Lisa Lisa are outside, they can walk in at any moment.."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure your quiet."

Ceasar leans in, kissing you deeply he pushes you up against the wall. Trailing kisses down your neck and unbuttoning your shirt.

You place your hands on his shoulders, moving your neck for him to explore. "You're not good for me Caesar.." You told him, as much as you needed the pleasure the aftermath would curse you.

"Oh but I am.."

Caesar shuts you up, his tongue follows your chest, as he gets closer to your stomach. Placing kisses on you while unbuttoning his pants. "You know you want me." Caesar picked you up and pulled you onto his bed.

Climbing on top of you, pulling down your pants and underwear. His fingers tracing your body. He nibbles and licks along your lower stomach. He caressed your body like no one had before.

Caesar could be with any girl he wants, shit, he already has girls lined up for him. You knew it wasn't a good idea to get with someone like him, but that only made you want him even more. You had always felt the tension.

Caesar smirks as he positions himself at your wet entrance. You bit your lip in anticipation. With each inch that slides inside of you, His face expresses pleasure. "You feel so good, doll." he pants, his hands gripping your sides.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts inside of you. Your lips touched his once again, as you moaned into his mouth. With a fierce grunt, Caesar thrusts harder into you. "You like it rough don't you doll?"

The sensation of your tight walls squeezing him drove his over the edge. As your moans got louder, he covered your mouth with his hand.

As you reach your climax, Caesar's thrusts become even harder and faster. His hips slam into you. "I'm gonna cum," He grunts as he pulls out and his seed falls onto your stomach.

Panting heavily, Caesar collapses against you, his hot breath on your skin. "That was fun, doll.." He whispers kissing your neck, before getting up, and putting his clothes back on.

Leaving you on the bed.

"You should clean up before anyone comes into your room or anything." He speaks up as he walked over to you and whispered into your ear. "Let me know if you're looking for another fun time." He smirked as he left your room. Leaving you behind to clean up after yourself.

As your body was still laying down on the bed, you knew it was just a one night stand, but you still decided to go for it. If only you didn't get so attached easily.

[gothsuguru]

kairoooooo!!!

i’m here to ask you more about ‘out of my league’ (university au my belovedddd as you already know hehe :3 ) and ‘my love builds coffins’ because they both sound soooooo tasty!!!!

i’m so intrigued by your geto brainrot because you always come up with the most delicious and unique pairings and aus!! <33

much love,

Lily xo @storiesoflilies

THE FACT THAT I KNEW YOU WOULD ASK ABOUT UNI CRUSH!SUKUNA NDNFNFNDNDNF i know you and your love for your husband (sukie) so well 🤭 AND OMFG I’M SO HAPPY YOU ASKED ABOUT HARPIST!GETO THAT ONE JUST RECENTLY MADE ME VERY FERAL :3 putting in the wip ask game here so i don’t forget hehe

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! you saying that i come up w unique pairings/au’s is literally the sweetest thing in the world i’m tucking that comment 2 my chest <3 hehe

my love builds coffins:

AHHHHHHH YOU DON’T KNOW HOW ECSTATIC I AM THAT YOU ASKED FOR THIS ONE HEHE IT’S A RECENT WIP AND IT’S MAKING ME INSANE!!!!! the title of the song is actually “my boy builds coffins” by florence + the machine but i wanted reader to be the coffin builder so i changed it up :3

okay so BASICALLY the gist that i have set up rn is that suguru is a harp player and ofc it’s such an angelic instrument that brings ethereal joy to others… but two of his friends (haibara & riko) passed away in a tragic car accident on their way to his show… i think suguru genuinely almost loses his way and can’t even look at his harp anymore but his best friend satoru wants him to find his way again — so suguru finds a cottage to stay at while also trying to process his grief.

there he meets a coffin maker who he gets to know a bit and they try and help him through his grief (this reader i think will be very beloved to me in the future… they’re not like my normal brash loud silly readers… they’re a bit more subdued & have an air of calm & mystique that intrigues and entrances suguru!) this fic i think will be about two people bonding over grief and trying to overcome it the best way they can together… i’m actually really excited to write this fic and get more ideas about it so thank you so much lily for asking about it :’) i think this fic will be very near and dear to me and a lot more softer/bittersweet/morose yet hopefully filled w fondness & longing! i’ll try and get ideas to write abt this soon :’)

out my of league:

ok this was actually originally a frat boy!geto fic but as i was writing it i found myself way more drawn to sukuna who is reader’s best friend! i started looking at their dialogue & the way they interact and i just fell in love with the idea of him as the campus crush but reader being the ONLY one he can tolerate! it’s a uni au and also best friend to lovers <333 sukie is so funny to me bc he doesn’t realize he’s in love until it hits him like a freight train & is like damn i like this bitch 😑😒

this snippet is what started it all for me 😭

[lucky-lucky-duck]

I am a serious writer writing serious angst, I am a serious writer writing serious angst, I am serious writer writing serious a—

Oh, my requests are open, btw! I do those now! If anyone has any headcanons to throw my way, please do!