#pls never seperate them

[fushitoru]

seperation anxiety! a (clan head) gojo satoru fic

pairing ⸺ clan head!gojo x wife!reader

summary ⸺ satoru begs you to attend a meeting with the higher-ups, but not for the reasons you thought. inspired by this art by @/baobei-bu!

warnings ⸺ SMUT, gojo is a warning by himself, VERY public sex, reader has a vagina, fem reader implied, no penetration, fingering, fondling, making out, panty-ripping, exhibitionism, kinda cucking but the only ppl humiliated and humbled are the higher ups, porn no plot, but plot if you squint, reader is a strong independent woman (until gojo charms her, bc who wouldn't turn into a cockslut for gojo?), this took me at least five hours to write for no good reason?, not edited (like always....)

a/n pls enjoy and thank u to the queen for making such delicious art (p.s. go to their twitter for nsfw ver i squirted)

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“Pleaseeeee,” Satoru has his face buried in your chest, nuzzling in further while complaining. It’s almost comical how he—head of the biggest clan in Jujutsu—is leaning down to match your height. You, meanwhile, stand firm, arms crossed, regarding him with a mix of exasperation and reluctant affection as he leans down to meet your gaze. “Will you come with me?”

The question comes as the dreaded meeting with the higher-ups looms, a gathering he's been dodging all day. It technically began ten minutes ago, and you barely managed to wrangle him into his formal kimono just twenty minutes earlier. You sigh, fingers brushing his hair. “Satoru, you know what they think of me. I'm not exactly their favorite person.” You’re both standing in the middle of your shared bedroom, you imploring him to be on time for his meeting to avoid getting even further shit from the higher-ups.

Mind you, you’re the more rational one between you and Satoru—in fact, most of the people who know you would agree that you’re a very mature, wise person in general (with the exception of some circumstances, of course). And despite the respect your skill commands, the higher-ups have never warmed to you, not since you refused to play a pawn in their games. Marrying Satoru, the one jujutsu sorcerer they could never control, only amplified their discontent. They see you both as threats—powerful sorcerers bonded in defiance.

At the mention of "higher-ups," Satoru's pout deepens, and his pleading voice grows more insistent. “Pleeeease,” he drags out, practically whining. “I have separation anxiety.”

You feel a pang of sympathy. These meetings are miserable for him—hours trapped in a room with men twice his age, trying to dictate his every move. “I don’t know, Satoru…” you murmur, hesitating.

But Satoru takes advantage of your softening resolve, hugging you tighter, his face pressing into you again. “Don’t make me go in there alone!” he says, his voice muffled. “You have no idea how much you silence them. One word from you, and they all think twice. I’m already one step away from wanting to kill them all.”

A sigh escapes you as you realize he’s not letting up. And while you’re reluctant, you know that your presence, your opinion—one of the few he truly values—might actually give him a sense of calm in that harsh room. “Alright, alright,” you concede finally, hand smoothing the fabric of his sleeve. "But no making a scene." 

His answering smirk is smug, giving you a fat, sloppy kiss on your cheek that you’re not afraid to show your partial-disgust about. You all but have to wrestle him off of you white he’s smothering you in kisses, getting out something about how much loves you, oh so thankful to have such a wise wifey like you as you get ready in a kimono similar to his and head to the limo waiting outside of the manor you and Gojo reside in. 

As soon as you get in, Gojo turns sharply to Ijichi, who’s shifting the gear. “Put the divider up.”

“O-Okay, Gojo-san.” A little intimidated by the commanding tone in your husband’s voice, he quickly presses the button to activate the screen, and Gojo pounces on you, grabbing you and hoisting you up by your sides to put you on his lap.

“Satoru!” you exclaim, surprised as he captures his lips with yours. His hands roam your body as he moans, almost obnoxiously, because he knows you’re always paranoid whenever he initiates anything in public. Your crotch aligns with his thigh, big and stuffed with muscle as he drives your hips to grind on him, and despite yourself and your circumstances, you find yourself leaning into his touch.

“My pretty wife,” he purrs, now trailing kisses down your jaw and into your neck. “So pretty, so supportive.”

Despite his dizzying movements, you try to get a hold of yourself. “Satoru, we shouldn’t be doing this here. We need to discuss what to sa—”

“Fuck that,” he sighs, so breathless that you want to cave in.

“No, but—”

His eyes darken, and his hands start creeping up your legs, going slowly and slowly closer to your pussy. “Baby, you know I value what you have to say,” and his fingers graze your folds, making you leak even more with his teasing, “but I wanna listen to something else.”

He drags his index finger up and down your slit, making you whimper. His fingers then prod into your hole, putting pressure there but not quite delving in. “Satoru,” you whine out, clutching his upper arms as he has his way while toying with you.

“Yea, that’s what I wanna hear,” he groans, giving you a kiss. It is then that he rewards you with inserting his digit in, curling to hit your spot as he fingers you. HIs other arm is around you, holding your panties’ crotch to the side to allow him to touch you. “My good girl.”

As he’s touching you, the squelching sounds fills the enclosure you’re in and you’re desperately praying to God Ijichi can’t hear the lewd things the both of you are doing in the back. You’re just reduced to whimpering, unable to reject Satoru’s dizzying touches, his free hand leaving your panties to grope at your inner thighs, ass, and breasts. It’s like he’s devouring you with his kisses, urgent, as he continues curling his fingers. 

Between kisses, you try to get out a “Satoru—mmph,” smooch, “we shouldn’t be—mm” smooch, “shouldn’t be doing this here!” 

“What,” he drawls, and with the glint in his eyes you know the fucker’s trying to toy with you, knows what he’s doing is mischievous. “I can’t touch my wife?”

Before you could utter a response, however, the limo suddenly slows, and the sensation of using the brakes to stop the car makes you sober up. “We’re here, Satoru we need to go—-” As you’re trying to rip yourself off his lap, he pulls out the finger that was inside you and uses his hand instead to entangle it with the crotch of your panties, pulling and pulling until the cloth is nothing but shreds, falling off your body.

Oh my god, you were not paid enough for this shit.

With his oh-so-irritating eyes—the same ones that you spent despising in your early school years—he looks at you through his pretty white lashes as he makes a show of sniffing the now tattered shreds that were your panties and putting them in his pocket. Under your kimono, you can feel your slick escaping your panties as the cool air wafts through it, landing on your pussy. You look at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

He giggles, giving you a kiss on the cheek while helping you off his lap, putting a hand on your head to make sure you didn’t bump your head against the car’s ceiling. “Let’s go and deal with those hags, my love.”

To be honest, you don’t really understand why Satoru is so handsy today. He’s on some sort of man-ovulation, you think, as you stride into the room. Even ripping off your panties was a bit excessive, if not out of pocket (no pun intended). Breaking out of your thoughts, you grounded yourself in the present, noticing hostile eyes turned towards your husband, and then you. You match their barely-subtle glares with a stink eye of your own, holding your chin up as you walk past them dismissively. Just as you’re about to take a seat next to Gojo—being mindful of your kimono so you don’t flash any of these old bastards—one of them speaks up. 

“Gojo-sama, why is this woman here?”

You continue to take your seat, noticing Satoru’s jaw clenched. But right as he’s about to say something, you cut in for him. “This woman,” and you smile, deceptively sweet, “is the lady of the clan. It would do you well to remember the hierarchy of the Gojo clan.” You don’t need to turn to look at your husband to know he has a proud smile on his face, making no effort to hide his smugness. What shocks you instead is that he swings an arm around you, effectively dragging you closer to him until you’re basically sitting on his lap, and his hands go to roam your sides.

Now, some old grandpa starts talking, commencing the meeting, on their usual bullshit of the need for extermination of Sukuna’s vessel, but Satoru pays them no mind. Instead, what they receive in response is non-committal hums as his hands drag themselves up your stomach and down where your legs are crossed to the hem of your kimono, and then under. 

Any semblance of paying attention to the meeting and responding to their infuriating beliefs leaves your mind as you blank out, panicking that Satoru is trying to commit public indecency with you. As an argument erupts between the higher ups about something, you turn to Gojo to furiously whisper, “What is wrong with you today?! Cut it out.”

In your life, you’ve fought many curses, first grade and even special grade included as you climbed up the ranks of Jujutsu sorcery despite having a non-sorcerer upbringing. What you will never be able to defeat, however, is your husband’s charm. Satoru knows what he’s doing as he lets out a deep moan in your ear, making you squeak and become even more flustered, as he continues to make lewd noises, puffs of his breath fanning across your neck. 

a/n gojo the type to start moaning randomly to make you fold #sorrynotsorry 

The indecency of all of it—-Gojo basically whimpering in your ear sweet nothings like good girl, that’s my wife, gonna let me finger you in front of all these ugly hags, right?—-being loud in your ear but also just quiet enough that you’d only hear made you so wet, heat throbbing between your thighs as Satoru’s hands start rubbing your fold. It’s a teasing touch, one not enough to satisfy you but to stimulate you nonetheless. 

It’s just when his index finger starts slowly circling around your clit that you buck your hips slightly, making him look at you teasingly, peering down at you from above your shoulder. “Oh you liked that, didn’t you?”

“I hate you,” you puff out, trying to fight the heat creeping up your neck as Satoru’s circles on your clit get more tangibly, simulating you oh so deliciously. To make sure you hold yourself up, you set your elbows down on the table, Satoru’s arms engulfing you as you’re forced to take whatever touches he’s giving you under the table. 

“She’s so loud,” he whispers, pointing out the noises your pussy was making as his digits roved over your folds. The squelches were tangibly there, audible to anyone who would strain their ears. You could tell your lack of response to the meeting was catching attention, because there were several eyes towards you, waiting for something; it was then you realized that they had posed a question but were simply too fucked out to respond. 

A voice comes out to reprimand your husband sharply. “Gojo-sama, this is hardly appropriate.”

Satoru chuckles, not stopping his ministrations as he picks up a cup filled with water, his smug gaze still turned towards you while observing and appreciating your every hiccup and reaction. “Can’t my spouse attend this meeting? I value her opinion above everyone else’s in this room, after all,” he drawls, lodging his chin in the curve of your neck. “Besides,” and he flashes a dangerous grin to the man who spoke out, “weren’t you the ones who were oh so worried about me not having an heir?” 

At this point, you’ve filtered out all noises, focusing and honing in on the sensation of your orgasm coming. His digits are playful, curling up to hit your g-spot repeatedly, his palm tickling your clit. Each time he hits your spongy spot a bout of electricity runs up your body, pulling you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“But guess what,” and he gives you a kiss on the cheek, despite the aversion the rest of the higher ups have to any displays of affection, “we can solve that problem right here, right now.” He punctuates it with a harsh sink of his fingers into your plush cunt, and, with that, you finally cream his fingers, a result of Satoru teasing you all day now. You try to temper the shakes wracking your body by slamming your fist against the table, trying not to moan out.

It seems that no one’s seen you riding out your orgasm out so visible, because there are gasps around the room at how obscene Gojo’s suggestion was. “It is shameful of you to be saying such things, Gojo-sama!” one of them sputters out, red with anger and outrage. 

Your husband not so subtly rolls his eyes. “Then don’t bring it up all the time, old man.” Satoru knows how touchy and vulnerable you are right after you cum, so he’s running his hands softly up and down your thighs to quell your quivers affectionately. “Actually, what about this? You all haven’t witnessed us consummate our marriage, correct?” He smirks. “What about witnessing the heir-making next time?”

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a/n pls see the vision like i want gojo to claim me and rail me into next tuesday while the higher ups just watch uncomfortably like maybe i am a freak like that. like gojo would be so obsessed with how he's claiming you in front of the fuckers that piss him off so much...might do a part two if pookiesa like this :P

comment and reblog to let me know ur thots :3

[chaostudee]

please please please, charles leclerc

summary : "please please please don't prove them right" charles leclerc has been labelled as a noterious playboy so when popstar starts y/n y/ln starts dating him she puts him in his place. warnings : language, suggestive content, hate comments. a/n : i acc have so much unfinished works in my drafts rnnn

y/nusername n1 in sydney.

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》 TAYLOR MF SWIFT Y/N WHAT

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》 screamingggg

》 stopp she looks so happy let me sob 😭😭

》 confirmed she loves us aussies 🇦🇺

》 the dress was *chef kisses*

》 storytime rnnnn

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charlesleclerc miami prep 💪

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》 miami gp !!

》 is that charles's car i see 👀

》 "everybody is a ferrari fan"

》 y/n and f1 i'm here for it

》 oh great another influencer being invited to an f1 race

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y/nusername a little pit stop before my show tonight ;)

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sadiesink ugh i had the best time

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charlesleclerc miami the city that keeps the roof blazing

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charlesleclerc the best weekend of my life

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f1girl so so proud

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f1girl this is just so perfect

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[mattsjuul]

GRAVITY. chris sturniolo

༣ summary: chris is on tour and misses his girlfriend .ᐟ ♡

༣ pairing: clingy!reader & tour!chris

༣ warnings: suggestive, just a cute lil oneshot tbh, pet names ( i think only one tho ), long distance ???? idk

༣ authors note ♡: ok i rlly didnt know what to do for this tbh i js wanted to write for chris lol!!!! this MIIIGHT get a pt 2 tho. so twoshot!

you stand in your kitchen, your mind constantly filled with thoughts of your boyfriend while he's off on tour. is he sleeping? maybe he's eating something. i hope he's enjoying it. is he gonna call me? isnt he in new york? thats three hours ahead. three whole hours. so if its six pm here then its... seven... eight.. nine. nine pm there? so is he asleep? i dont know if tour's got him sleepy. gosh. can he call me? i bet he looks so good right now. fuck. then your thoughts are interrupted by a very specific text tone. it's chris! "Hey" "R u busy imy" you read, causing you to almost start jumping for joy in front of your open fridge. although you do a little squeal instead. "definitely not" "call me im begging" you reply. "I like that" he replies, making you giggle to yourself. seconds later, your screen lights up with a picture of chris with a big smile holding your dear friend, madison, 's cat.

"well hellloooo" you answer with a smile far too big. "hey sexy" he smiles back just as much. "i've been waiting for this call" you admit. "yeah? you been thinking about me?" he asks in a cocky tone. but it was lowkey doing things to you. well. highkey. "you'd like that wouldnt you?" you ask. "yeah." he proudly says. "i was actually about to rub one out since im alone. show me your tits" he jokes. "don't tempt me" you giggle. "i mean.. you're free to do whatever you want. you're an adult with free will in your own home" he babbles on. you take a deep breath, honestly debating it. why not? he's seen them pleennttyy of times. more so, touched them plenty of times.

"ya' know." he interrupts your debating. "i've had lots of time to think. especially to think about you. and ya' know, we're never really apart for longer then a week. and it's made me realize that you really hold me down. i feel like i need at least one night with you every week to function. not like night.. i mean one sleep. i feel like it's made me sleep not so well. is that crazy? i'm not making sense. but then also, it'll be like 10 am here and i'll argue with nick or matt and i cant run to you. you'd be asleep and i dont want you to be upset the moment you wake up. i hate this seperation. i hate making you wait.. like what if you stop liking me before i get back. fuck. you're not hanging out with that actor guy you like, right?" he goes ooonnn n on. well boobs wouldnt be too appropriate right now. "okay.. no" you reply for starters. "and i dont think it's crazy. i get it. but you're veeeryyy cute for thinking all this. i love you chris. i miss you so much." i say. "i love you. can i see your boobs?" he asks, a giggle escaping your lips at his very stupid words.

yet you lift your top up, getting a shocked look from chris. "oh.. i like those.. a lot." he says, a big smile on your face as you shake 'em a little. "just.. stay there for a second" he says, seeing him moving around, clearly pulling his sweats down. "join me, yeah?"

a/n: ohhhhh em geeee.... idk if i like this tbh lol. but lmk if u want a part two w phone sex hehe. im sorry its so so short sad face.. i actually rlly liked writing this tho idk. yaaay hope u like :') ♡ lmk if there r any mistakes pls i didnt proof read!!!!!! (im in class..) 🐻‍❄️

[angelltheninth]

hullo! could i request some seperate fluffy nsfw hcs for apollo and hermes fingering and teasing their fem! s/o who's very easy to fluster + and becomes very vocal when they pleasure her pls? ty!!

I can for sure, they're both very cute!

Pairing: Apollo, Hermes x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, teasing, fluff, clit stimulation, blushing, getting flustered, masturbation, handjob

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A/N: Apollo design by @/sugar_dells, Hermes design by @/El_crafts.

Apollo moves his hand between your legs as a leisurely pace, three fingers spreading you open over and over, slowly opening you up again and again every time your pussy clenches. He's laying behind you, gently fondling your breast while kissing your neck, leaving your skin warm and sensitive.

"Am I too warm for you, sunshine?" He kissed the sensitive spot behind your ear, making you shiver.

You reached behind you and pressed your hand against his cheek. Since you were too shy to be fully chatty with him when he was so cocky, especially in early mornings when the Sun was just rising, bathing you bot with it's light, with Apollo's light. You felt like your entire body was enveloped with his warmth. "It's... not too much. It's nice to... feel you everywhere."

He smiled warmly against your skin, his thumb pressed against your clit, keeping constant pressure on it while his fingers curled inside of you, hitting your weak spot. "Is that so? That makes me happy, I could stay here with you forever, making you feel good, making you come over and over, making love to all holes available to me." Apollo sighed, his hips and cock pressing against you, warm cum dripping from his swollen tip.

A low whine feel from your lips as you felt pleasure building, felt him dragging it out of you with every thrust, every scissoring motion of his fingers inside of you. You knew you didn't need to ask him for an orgasm, he never needed to ask him, Apollo just gave them to you, every single morning without fail.

Hermes snickered down at you, all mischievous and playful as he pulled his fingers out and plunged them in again, other hand this time. "Not enough yet, eh? You're gonna make my hand cramp up, being so demanding of me, sweetheart." He moves quickly, his hand and arm almost a blur. Like your mind was.

Your body arched into his touch, your moans higher pitched when you saw him rubbing your slick over his hard cock, mixing it with spit and his seed. Hermis grinned as he noticed the flustered look on your face.

"How many does this make now? Five? Seven? I lost count honestly. have you been keeping track?" He asked with faux curiosity. He didn't care how many times he made you come, all he knew was that it still felt good for you, so he kept going. While he was a jokester he was also very much in tune with his lover's needs and stamina.

"I never count." You admitted, "I stopped trying." Your mind was a mess of lust, you braced your hands against the pillow and the sheets, trying not to think of how messy, covered with sweat and fluids they were right now. How many of those fluids belonged to you, how many belonged to Hermis, how they mixed together perfectly.

He shrugged and grinned wider, "I'm so flattered by that, I can fuck you silly just with my fingers. Awww, you're so cute! No wonder I can never get enough of you." As Hermis blew a kiss to you he pinched your clit with his fingers, his fingers that were now covered with his cum. It sent shocks through your overstimulated body, making stars dance in front of your eyes, his goofy smile never weavering.

[plasticferal]

hey queen! can you pls do an angst story with chris. where they get into an argument and chris said things he never meant. then he apologizes to her afterwards. ( basically angst to fluff)

damsel in distress | chris sturniolo.

i added my own twist to this ask. it's my favourite prompt so thank you! 18+ protective!ex-boyfriend chris x fem!reader. fighting, touches on themes of unwanted attention, mentions of alcohol, explicit language. reader discretion is advised. p.s inspired by the unreleased olivia rodrigo song 'prison for life'.

the house is filled with familiar faces and strangers. a small gathering turned into a full blown house party from the moment the word got out. where the sturniolo triplets are, a flock follows. you sigh, pushing and shoving your way through the unwanted crowd.

all you want is to make it into the kitchen, miraculously being the only place no one wants to linger. the last person you need to see right now is your ex lover. chris is standing ahead of you, leaning on the kitchen counter, alone in the room. you shut the doors behind you, needing to escape. even if it means with him.

“if you wanted to get me alone, you could have just asked." he speaks smug, before taking a sip from his red solo cup.

“i'm not in the mood,” you dismiss. you open the fridge, eyes scanning the shelves but nothing calling your name.

you know you're not actually looking for anything, you just don't want to look at him. the entire night has you shaking with anger. from the mess in your home, the lack of care everyone is taking, the noise complaint you know you'll be getting later, and worst of all, that one guy who won't leave you alone.

you've never seen him before tonight, you don't even know his name, but all he's done is make you uncomfortable. try to dance with you, try to give you drinks. he brushes your waist every time he walks past.

all of your friends have been encouraging you to go for it, to get over chris. and honestly, you consider it for a moment. just to finally move on, but you can't bring yourself to. at least not with some random creep.

the break up is still raw. he tells everyone it was 'mutual' but it was a part on your request. he'd never throw you under the bus like that. he knows why you made your decision, he's never questioned it.

chris feels like it's unrequited love. although, you haven't lost any love for him, no matter how much you try to push him away. he has every right to despise you, but he doesn't.

every time you close a chapter with him, you find yourself in a sequel. it's like you're re-reading different stories, but the ending stays the same. your heart wants him, your brain wants to hate him.

"what's wrong?" he asks, sensing you're genuine in your frustration.

"nothing." you refuse to let him know what's happing in your world, let alone your mind. you don't need to let in him anymore, even though you want to let it out. he's the one person who could just sit and listen to you for hours on end.

"alright, just askin" his words trail off into a hush. he switches the tone, not wanting the conversation to stop.

“your friends are nice” he speaks in a sickeningly sweet tone, because if anyone knows how to kick you while you're down, it's him.

"you would think that" you scoff, implying that you've seen them throw themselves at him all night. him pouring them drinks, smiling and frothing over the attention he's receiving.

"the fuck is that supposed to mean?" his temperamental side seeps out, and you grow only more irritated.

"chris, can you get out please?" you huff, hands crossing over your chest. an unintentional way to seperate yourself from him, a metaphorical wall being put up.

"such a party pooper. you really gotta let loose, relax a bit." his words come out a lot more nasty that you hope he meant them, and it makes your face hot.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and think he's speaking with resilience, at the fact you keep shutting him down.

"i wonder why we ever broke up." you reply sarcastically, a fake smile on your face. he rolls his eyes, finishing off his drink and letting out an audible "ah," like a child finishing a juice box.

"i haven't seen you all night, y/n" his voice softens, and it becomes clear he's speaking for the sake of talking to you. he always wants to talk to you.

looking at the counter quickly to place his cup down, he looks back at you, tilting his head to the side slightly. he's not being horrible to you, he never has been. he's still in your life whether you like it or not, despite your hostility.

"sorry. i'm just tired." you lie. he knows it.

"your poker face isn't very good. i learnt that the hard way," he bounces his eyebrows, biting the tip of his tongue, eyes a bit wider as he stares at the ground and you can tell he's having a flashback.

you chuckle at the reference. the one time he caught you faking an orgasm didn't end very well, and he's been able to catch you out ever since. he's never been afraid to pull you up on your own fibs.

"sorry, again." you hug your body tighter, avoiding his eyes. he pushes himself off the counter with a stretch like hum and walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"stop apologizing, you sound like matt," he rolls his eyes lightheartedly, and you let out a small laugh. that's always his intention, to make you smile.

"c'mon princess, let's get you a drink. seems like you need it." he nods toward to the door, rubbing your shoulder enthusiastically.

you let him try to fix your mood, because god knows you do actually need to stop stressing. you can't control what happens, just how you react. that's what chris always used to say when you were together.

feeling safe in his embrace, he security guard style moves you through the party. he hollers "excuse me!" and "coming through!" and everyone just listens, parting like the red sea. he's not the biggest guy in the room, but he sure is the most assertive. especially with you under his arm.

when you finally get to the drinks table, he makes you a vodka lemonade, saving the rest of the can for himself to finish off. it's not the most thrilling drink, but enough to keep you settled. ease the tension a bit. plus, it tastes good. no harm, no foul. as chris is mixing the liquids into cups, you feel an unwanted hand snake up around your hip.

"there you are. are you hiding from me?" your stomach drops at the voice of the mystery man towering over you, and you look ahead to watch chris's eyes snap up instantly.

chris lowers the cups, holding his eyes on the man behind you. you watch as he kinks his neck and his jaw tenses, taking a step closer. you shake your head at chris, holding a hand up subtly to tell him not to come any closer.

turning around, you stare up at the man. his breath reeks of liquor, and his shirt is drenched is sweat. it makes you sour your face and tense your entire body.

"i don't know what you want from me, but it's not gonna happen. i think you should leave." you speak sternly, trying not to let your voice shake with pure nerves. not even liquid confidence could help you right now.

"the party's just getting started," the man smiles, stumbling toward you in what you think is an attempt at a hug, but you begin pushing his body away from yours with a shove.

"dude, she doesn't want you. walk away." you hear chris's direct voice over your shoulder.

the last thing you want is negative attention on chris in a room full of people who would spread the news like wildfire. you never want that for him.

"it's okay, i got this." you dismiss chris in the nicest possible way, but you're being serious.

"come on, we'll have fun," the man hiccups through his words, mumbling them and tripping over toward you again.

"get the fuck away from her." chris's breath hits the back of your neck as he moves even closer to you.

"christopher, i'm serious. stop." you speak through grit teeth, so people can't read your lips, as he lingers next to you.

you try to be as inconspicuous as you can in your rejection to his advances, but he won't give up. the man appears more annoyed, and he grabs your wrist with a tight grip.

"let go of me." you grab the mans hand, trying to pry his grip without making it obvious.

you’re shaking at the thought of attention drawing. not for you, but for chris. eyes are already on you, being his ex. it's not what he ever wanted for you either. if he could make it all disappear, he would. it becomes more difficult when chris notices, and this time, has no intention of backing down.

"i'm not gonna repeat myself, back the fuck up." chris walks around your body, face to face with the guy who has a hold on you now.

"please, chris." you beg, voice quivering.

you know his temper can change in the blink of an eye. him and matt both have that in common.

"she doesn't need your help, pretty boy." the man splatters his words, a malicious smile on his face as he leans toward chris, almost nose to nose.

chris smiles criminally, flashing his teeth.

"you're right," chris puts his hands up in defence, a downward smile on his face as he chuckles darkly, taking a big step backward.

there's a feeling of relief, and intense fear as he actually does start to back away. but you know chris. unfortunately, it's unavoidable.

you try to catch his eyes, and speak through a begging stare without using words. he looks at you with sadness, and you mime the words, 'please don't'.

the moment the man tugs your wrist as if to leave with him, making you wince with the grip he holds. you regret your counteraction instantly, because chris reacts viscerally.

he flares his nostrils and squeezes his nails into his palm, balling up his hands by his hip. his knuckles are turning white.

before you can get pulled away, chris lunges forward with a tight fist, throwing a strong, perfectly aligned punch to the mans cheekbone. it throws the man to the ground in the blink of an eye, relieving the pressure on your skin. you stumble backwards, out of the line of fire.

chris steps heavily forward, shoving a foot into his ribcage before straddling his legs, completely overpowering him. the man projects forward to swing and hit chris's mouth. chris doesn't even flinch, like it was painless. you watch chris raise his arm up again to pummel down onto the now defenceless stranger.

the surrounding crowd gasps and yells, clearing the space that chris has created with his actions. iphone cameras flash, making you feel sick. the whispering and gossip you can already hear pounding in your head is overwhelming.

you feel so futile. chris is too in his own world to even realise the repercussions. you're not saying the guy didn't deserve it, you have no care in the world for him. you care about the aftermath.

in a fantasy world, a daydream, a fairytale even, this is attractive. a knight in shining armour, fighting for his lady. a world where there are no consequences, or social media, or fear. a reality chris has suddenly forgotten about.

he looks natural doing it, too. the veins in his arms so prominent, his tight mouth and huffed breaths as he gives it everything he's got.

you're frozen in shock, watching chris pelt another punch into the man, and you want to pull him off, you know you need to, but all your body can do is watch. watch the two men roughhousing and exchanging blows, chris taking every hit with pride.

you're numb to the feeling, screaming in your head.

appearing out of thin air, nick and matt are in your line of vision, hiding the chaos ahead of you. his brothers move into action before anyone else needs to.

they've obviously been summoned, but there's a part of you that believes they could just sense it. like they telepathically knew chris was getting himself into trouble by the lack of surprise they express.

nick grabs chris by the collar of his shirt, pulling him off. matt grabs his wrists, to stop him from using his fists. the fight comes undone, finally, but chris is disoriented. he spits onto the man as he's being escorted into the kitchen by his brothers.

your eyes burn with tears that refuse to fall, and matt sweeps your hand up, guiding you with them in a hurried manner. matt is trying to snap you back to reality, but it's just white noise.

chris hits his palm aggressively with frustration against the door frame of the kitchen as you all walk through, and you take a deep breath to compose yourself. your eyes are still welling as you choke back a sniffle, and you're not sure if it's shock, hurt, or anger anymore.

you're in a trance as you walk over to the freezer. your body is in autopilot, moving without you even knowing. you grab a frozen bag of vegetables out of the tray.

"so fucking stupid," you say nastily under your breath, slamming the door shut.

walking over to chris who's sat up on the ledge of the sink. you throw the packet at his chest, and he grabs it, questioning you for a second before matt walks over and shows him to place it on his bruised and red raw knuckles.

the room is filled with tension.

matt is biting his nails, you're leaning against the closed door, and nick finds himself squatting on the floor.

"what the actual fuck was that?" nick is too stunned to even yell, he just speaks aloud.

"i asked you not to, chris. i could have handled it myself." you shake your head, vision blurry as you stare vacantly ahead. you want to lash out at him, but for some reason you can't.

"yeah, it really looked like you had it under control." he crushes the frozen packet harshly against his hand.

"we'll leave you two alone." matt cuts through awkwardly, shooting nick a warning glare.

matt knows it's not his place to go off at chris right now. he'll do that later.

"but-" nick begins, and matt snaps toward the door. you hear nick sigh, knowing he would love nothing more than to stay and listen to you tear into chris. alas, they both leave promptly, matt flashing you a sympathetic smile on the way out.

you can hear from the other side of the door, both nick and matt are hustling trying to kick everyone out. it’s a weight lifted off your shoulders. the literal mess being left behind is the least of your worries now.

you're alone with chris in the kitchen again, the second time not being anymore pleasant than the first. you blame yourself fully for dropping your guard, even if for a second.

“i begged you not to, chris.” you repeat with a stern tone, laced with betrayal and genuine hurt.

he’s silent for a moment, staring at you from across the room with no emotion on his face. you know he feels terrible, he doesn’t have to show it. or tell you.

“did you think i was just gonna stand and watch?” he rebuttals.

“i would have preferred that, honestly.” you don’t understand how he can’t grasp the intensity of the situation.

"did you want him? go back out there then." he's bitter, pointing at the door. you roll your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief.

"chris," you start. he keeps talking.

“because i’m sure he’s still laying on the floor. go ahead. he might have a hard time talking now, though.” chris shrugs, speaking in a provoking manner.

“you’ll be lucky if he doesn’t press charges." you apprise.

“he should feel lucky i didn’t do worse.” he takes another step toward you, presumptuous in the way he carries himself.

"you've done a lot of stupid shit, chris. but that," you raise your hand as you speak, laughing in shock.

"that was unbelievable." you pinch the bridge of your nose, taking yet another deep breath.

"you know what's unbelievable is how you haven't even thanked me once" he ignores your words and bites back with irritation, face growing more twisted with upset.

"thank you?" you repeat, jaw dropping. you step toward him this time. you feel dejected trying to get him to understand.

"thank you for what? for causing a scene? for putting yourself in danger?" you step forward again, feeling like you could drive your heels into the ground beneath you.

"you're acting insane" he brings his hands to his head, tugging at his own hair with despair. his words sting, despite the back and forth arguing.

"you're the one that lashed out on that guy with no consideration for anyone else around you. that's insane" you speak with physical gestures unconsciously.

you're trying to reason with him, but with the state he's in, it's like trying to put a brain in a statue. you examine him, trying to search for his eyes but his body won't keep still, twisting and moving around.

"fuck, okay, i get it! i get it, y/n. you're not happy with me. you never fucking are apparently," his words trail off and he waves you away, turning his back to you. he sounds desperate for it to end.

you want to scream at him at the top of your lungs, and quite frankly, you could. your face burns and steam is about to shoot out of your ears.

"you don't need to protect me anymore, chris."

"i saved your ass out there." he speaks with his hand, four fingers direct to your chest. his words are like salt being rubbed into an open wound.

"saved me? that's a fucking stretch. your brothers saved your ass, because you don't think before you fucking act!"

"this is about YOU, y/n! what i did for you!" he slaps the back of right hand into the palm of his left.

"i'm not some damsel in distress that you need to sweep up and put in a tower, chris"

"yeah well at least in a tower you can't attract trouble." he speaks as if it's your fault, and of all the things he's just spit out, that's by far the worst. the most menacing and cut to the bone tone he's used.

"that was low, even for you." you huff, emotions at an all time high.

your breathing feels tight, but instead of reacting, you force yourself to seperate your emotions from the reality of the situation. you're both feeling very intensely, and expressing it the same way.

in hindsight, you could have redirected some of your emotions, but you also wish chris would take back some things he's said. there's no excuses.

chris re-collects himself and turns toward you again. he shrugs his shoulders, like he has nothing left to say. no fight left.

the closer chris is standing the more prominent his face is, and more specifically, his busted open lip.

you gasp in a mix of being upset, and shock. it feels like a piece of your heart is breaking off, seeing his delicate, pale skin so sore.

"your lip, chris." you exhale, stepping toward him.

he flinches when your hand raises to touch his face, and you know now that you've acknowledged it, it's hurting him. neither of you paid any attention to it amongst the turmoil.

"come here." you sigh, pulling his arm, bringing him over to where the paper towels are, in the corner of the sink.

tearing a white square into your hands, you rinse it under cold water lightly before squeezing the saturation out, leaving a damp cloth in your hand.

turning into chris's body, he looks down at you. he's still at last, and looks like he has no thoughts behind his now seemingly innocent eyes.

you cup his cheek gently, to turn his face downward. you bring the towel up to his lip, wiping his stained chin and mouth. he lets you, and doesn't even wince. he visibly gives into your touch. he's content.

"i need you to promise me you'll never do something like that again." you pull back, folding over a clean side and then wiping his lip softly, trying not to cause him pain.

"i can't promise that." he speaks in a whisper, as if he doesn't want you to hear his word.

with his lip no longer being red, you toss the damp and crumbling paper into sink, making it a problem for another time.

"why?" you look into his eyes, wiping your hands on your shirt.

his blue eyes are big but blameless, pupils dilated. holding his stare as your arm lowers.

"because if anyone lays a hand on you again, i'm going to prison for life." the piece of your heart that broke off earlier reattaches at his words alone.

chris's much shorter hair is spikey around his ears, and wet at the ends, turning dark brown from his sweat. you caress his messy curls, tucking it over the curves of his ears and taming the wispy strands. you hold his head in your hands, tiling him up and your mouths are inches apart.

"how hard did he hit your head?" you ask against his lips. he chuckles, genuinely.

he's an idiot, undeniably. but the gut wrenching, lawless love he has for you makes him that way. his low, smooth laughter, makes your heart skip a beat.

"i mean it, y/n."

"but i know, i know it was stupid." he admits.

"yeah, it was." you agree, shaking his head around slightly.

he grabs your hands with his own, engulfing them and holding them in his palms. he squeezes your hands, bringing them to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

"i'm sorry." he speaks on your skin.

"like really fucking sorry." he strains his head back with remorse, making his adam's apple more prominent, and he swallows hard. like he's swallowing his guilt.

"i said some nasty things. i wish i could take them back, y/n. i really do."

"i know, chris."

"no, you don't. i'll apologise to you everyday for the rest of my life if i have to. i've been horrible tonight."

"chris, enough," you hush him, the calmness in your tone making him understand you hear him. loud and clear. you need some time to forgive, but you absorb his words.

"i don't know how you didn't smack me in the mouth." he jokes, and you giggle through your breath.

"there's still time," you joke back. and he knows it by your tone.

"i could never bring myself to do that. as much as you deserve it." your banter eases the pressure, and you feel chris squeeze your hands in his again.

you rub your thumbs over his knuckles, looking at the little purple marks forming. he notices your face drop with stress, and he slips his hands away, moving to your hips instead.

"hey, i'm fine. i don't care what happens to me, i just need you to be okay."

"i am okay," you reply. he drops his face with a look that expresses he doesn’t believe you. you give a light eyeroll, and small smile.

"i mean it, i swear.” you raise your pinkie finger to him, to keep your promise. knowing it’s the only way he’ll actually believe you.

chris smiles, weak with his bruised lip, and wraps up your pinkie with his own, wriggling your hands around.

"i'm always gonna want to protect you." he pulls you toward his body. he's so warm, and radiates a magnetic energy that makes you want to collapse into his arms.

you know you don't need him to, but deep down, you would like his protection. his unconditional love. selflessness.

"i'll be sure to send you love letters in jail" you grin up at him, and laughs from the chest.

his voice is like a scratched record, fatigue taking over his body. you swallow hard, all of your senses coming back. he feels so real standing in front of you all of a sudden, like it's not just a dream you're about to wake up from.

"stay the night." you speak mindlessly.

chris brushes your hair from your face, cupping the back of your neck lightly to pull your forehead to his lips, kissing just above your eyebrows gently. he rests his chin on the crown of your head, pulling you tight to his chest in an embrace.

"i'll stay forever if you ask me to."

this is the feeling he fights for. requited love.

[serosluv2]

obsessed bf x pretty gf trope hcs w sero & shoto pls & ty 😁😁 (seperately pls)

It’s only 7 months late but here u go anon 😘

a/n: I wrote this in an hour in the bathtub so if it is shit- don’t tell me bc I’m just getting back into writing 😭😭

Shoto Todoroki

He fits this trope so well.

He is THEE resident pretty boy of UA so it makes perfect sense that he has the prettiest girl in all of Japan. (The world)

He is the teeny weeny ist bit dense on like how to take proper photos of you for the ‘gram but trust that he WILL be searching up everything about lighting and angles and exposure and zoom- all that nonsense.

If you’re a social media girly he may leave like one or two comments. He isn’t the best about being outwardly obsessed with you, he is all about those private small moments. Not being able to take his eyes off you anywhere. Always needing to be beside you. If he can’t be with you then trust he is texting you at every free moment and expects a response within 5 minutes.

He loves shopping with you and helping you pick out outfits or jewelry or how to style your makeup that day. He has no real opinion on what looks better tho he just loves seeing you get all prettied up. (Yk that tiktok where the girl is trying to decide on a dress color and her bf is just like “wtv u want mama u look breathtaking in both” ?That’s him.)

I feel like he doesn’t really buy you anything in the beginning of your relationship bc he doesn’t really see the point/value or something in that BUT all it takes is for kaminari to get you some product you’ve been wanting for a while for secret santa and seeing how touched you were by the gesture sends him into over drive:

“OH MY GOD! KAMI!!” You exclaim- wrapping your arms around him. “How did you know? I’ve been looking for this everywhere!” Shoto notices how big your eyes got and the slight blush on your cheeks from excitement and he feels, something unpleasant. Jealousy? Envy? Possessiveness? Whatever it is he doesn’t like how grateful you’re acting toward the blonde. I mean sure, he got you something nice you’ve wanted but that’s not his job (he just so happened to get you for secret santa so he kind of had to get you something) he’s not your boyfriend only your boyfriend- HIM- should be gifting you stuff. Then he kinda has a “ohh.” Moment and realizes he has never really gotten you anything just because.

Anyways after that whole interaction he is getting you anything and everything you look at for more than a second. You keep looking at some necklace at the store? Bought. He sees you liking tiktoks about girls getting flowers? Now you’re getting a bouquet every date night. Does he himself have money? No, but that No.1 hero daddy sure does. And let’s be honest he kind of owes shoto for making his childhood - for lack of a better word- awful.

In conclusion, Shoto loves his pretty girl and will do anything she asks of him without question.

Hanta Sero

Clawing at my cage for this man.

Now sero has been… infatuated with you since he first laid eyes on you one faithful morning. You were ordering at some coffee shop he passes by on his way to school and just one glance had him stopped dead in his tracks. The way your hair framed your face perfectly, your face in general because holy shit- you were gorgeous. Straight out of a magazine. He quickly took notice of the little embellishments you made to your uniform.. uniform? The same one Mina has. OH MY GOD YOU GO TO UA AND HE HAS NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE?

He literally cannot stop thinking about you and boom you appear again in the halls. Your going the opposite direction has him with your friends and he sees you all have a little cafe cup. Did you buy them all a drink before class? So you’re stupidly gorgeous and nice. Great, he, for sure, has no chance with you now.

But oh that’s where he is wrong.

When you guys start dating he actually cannot believe it. He is very guarded at first because- now it’s my personal hc that sero is a bit insecure- he can’t fathom how you, YOU, would actually want to date someone like…him.

But once those walls come down he doesn’t shut up about you. Seriously all his friends are so annoyed:

“Good god soy sauce if you mention your little girly friend again I’m hurling you across the city.”

“You’re just mad you don’t have a girl as pretty as mine- don’t worry baku-man, I’m sure one day some poor person will take pity on your soul.”

Sero did in fact get hurled across the city that day.

Now where he differs from Shoto is that this man is a GOD with a camera. He has that artistic eye and is able to capture you being your baddest/cutest/authentic self.

Literally ya’ll

He also has a good sense of style. He never thinks you look bad in one thing versus another but he will take into account the vibe of where you’re going and what’s you’ll be doing and give his opinion based on that. Because he grew up with sister and knows how to get around the “which one looks better?” Type question without hurting you.

Now sero doesn’t have money to spoil you senseless but what he does have is the forever lasting instinct to put your comfort above his own. It’s freezing and you didn’t wear a jacket because “a hoe ever gets cold”? Don’t worry sero will give you his and be visibly growing icicles on his body to keep you warm. Feet hurt from those impractical shoes? He’s caring you all the way home even if he is still terribly sore from a killer arm workout the day before with kirishima. A no a mudy puddle and you’re wearing your new white shoes :(! Well sero is laying his jacket down over it or simply caring you over the puddle. He isn’t the type to roll his eyes at how “ridiculous” or “spoiled” you’re being. You are y/n freaking l/n. He’ll do whatever you need to make sure nothing in your life goes wrong.

He also is the type to spam comments in your TikTok or Insta post and makes all his friends do the same. Not that you need it- he just loves fueling your ego.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

tumblr hates women and wont let me post from my inbox pls enjoy this clunky screenshot i hate my life

Summary: The gang comforting youngersister!reader after she gets cheated on. Warnings: cheating, bad ex Author's note: forgive me ladies of seperate headcannons, i am doing it all in one fic im soooo slleeeepyy </3, also forgive me lady haters of y/n and all the weird bf/n thingys i literally do not know what to call this evil ex boyfriend im not ramona flowers i am so sorry.

Tears dropped past your eyes like pearls. You wiped them hastily as you walked along the street, hugging the curb and praying it was just a little warmer. Your shivering breath came out in cold fog and your lashes were cold with fresh tears. You're not usually in a state like this, shaken and crying, walking alone on the street near night, but your boyfriend of 1 year just cheated on you with his 'girl that got away', and as much as you wanted to be cozied up right now, the thought of being alone for another night struck you deep down. You dragged your feet walking to the Curtis's house, you would rather die than burden the sweetest family in town with your silly tears, but you craved their comfort. When you got there, the TV was still on, the familiar voice of Mickey Mouse putting a soft smile on your lips. Two-Bit must be there, he'd surely make you laugh. You knocked lightly, knuckles gently tapping on the worn wood of their door. "Hello?" You called, peeking your head in. To your shock, the whole gang was there, wrapped up in blankets and snacking on food like a girly sleepover. You giggled and Sodapop looked up. "Hey, Y/n!" He smiled warmly at you. The rest of the gang followed in a chorus of 'hello's and 'hi's. You waved, slightly turning to see the TV screen. The light of the television caught your tear stained cheeks. "Oh, Y/n, what's wrong?" Johnny asked, concern etched onto his face. "Hm?" You asked, looking up, momentarily forgetting about your past woes until you were met with worried eyes from everyone in the room, (except Dallas, who's gaze was still as hard as steel). Your hand moved to your cheek, lightly swiping over the tear-tracks, trying to remove the stain from your skin, erase the issues, sink into ignorance. Darry got up and handed you a tissues and then Pony followed, giving you a side hug. Your eyes welled with tears. "What's wrong, Y/n?" Steve repeated, getting up and patting your back lightly. You blinked, but the tears fell anyways. "My..boyfriend, he cheated on me," You said, inbetween sobs. Pony hugged you tighter, his actions compensation for his lack of words. "Oh, kid," Darry said affectionately, a sad smile on his lips as he pushed your hair from your face. Steve led you to the middle of the room, the center of the blankets, and the perfect spot in front of the TV. Two-Bit moved over to make room for you. As soon as you sat, the rest of the gang jumped to comfort you. Two-Bit covered your shoulders with blankets and Sodapop ran to get your favorite drinks. Johnny lightly wrapped his arm around your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. Dallas, however, sat on the couch, flipping his favorite switchblade, face unmoving. "What was your boyfriend's name again?" Dallas asked, out of the blue. Two-Bit turned to him, eyebrow raised. "That's not ominous at all.." He retorted, making you laugh slightly. He grinned to himself at pulling a laugh from you. "Ex..and his name is Bf/n" You bit your lip at the thought of him. So much time, and effort, and love that just disappeared. You whispered a 'thank you' to Ponyboy who handed you a warm mug of Darry's famous hot cocoa. "Bf/n? Really? That guy..." Dallas said, eyes never moving from the gleam of his blade. "You're freaking me out, man" Sodapop laughed. "No, I just mean...well I've fought the guy before, he's nothing special." Dallas looked up and shrugged. "You gotta get better at choosin' your men, kid." "Yeah, that sounds real smart coming from you," You rolled your eyes, the weight on your shoulders finally easing a bit. "Yeah, Dal' you're not exactly Cupid," Steve joked. "Better than you and that one chick down at the town fair," Dally retorted and you giggled at the memories. As the guys chattered over eachother, Darry came back and sat down, placing more blankets over you. "Hey, do you need something else?" Johnny asked, quietly, his voice underneath all the chatter but still the most prominent to you. You shook your head with a smile gracing your lips. "This is good."

[osachiyo]

↻ note ➳ dazai x fem!reader ︱ nsfw + fluff, lowercase, soft sex, unprotected sex (b safe y'all), creampie, pet names, reader reassures dazai etc (mdni) not proofread so be nice pls <3

dazai is a passionate lover. he's also a selfish lover, and as much as he likes roughing you up until you can't even speak, there are moments where he's nicer− softer. peppering soft kisses on your face as you lie beneath his slim frame, fluffy brunette locks tickling your face. your little giggles sounding like music to his ears. your love and adoration for him made the man conflicted; was a man like him, previously the infamous demon prodigy, really deserving of the privilege of your love?

"of course you are worthy of my love, silly~" you scoffed, bumping your nose against his, a smile gracing his thin lips. "ah, you are far too kind to me, sweet girl," he chuckled, leaning into the palm of your hand when you caress his cheek so gently− as if he's made out of fragile glass, and he's so unused to this kind of touch− this kind of genuine love. it made his heart swell as your arms wrapped around his neck bringing your lips to his, slipping your tongue in his mouth and he moans, your taste addicting on his tongue. dazai's hand reaches under your nightgown, gasping against your lips when he feels your bare mound against his fingers− "no panties? naughty girl," he whispers, pulling back to look you in the eyes. you grinned coyly, "just wanted to make it easier f'you" he laughed and shook his head at your response, muttering something you couldn't exactly decipher before his fingers found your clit, rubbing gentle circles on the sensitive bud, loving the way it made your chest heave. the soft moans and whimpers spilling from your sinful tongue made his cock throb against his pajamas, precum leaking from his tip.

"your fingers feel the best, 'samu," you let out a breathy moan, fingers clawing at his shirt, hips bucking up into his hand to receive more friction. "better than my cock?" your boyfriend teased, slipping his middle and index fingers inside your welcoming hole, humming when you clenched around him. "you− you know I didn't mean it l-like that!" you pouted, making him laugh and kiss your cheek, thumb smoothing out the furrow between your eyebrows, "oh yeah? the way you're gushing around my fingers says otherwise~" as if to prove his point, he pulled his fingers out of you to bring them up and god− it's embarrassing how your shiny slick runs down his fingers, small webs forming when he seperates the long digits, "see that, bella? see how you're dripping for me?" his voice dropped an octave lower, your thighs clenching unconsciously as he brought his fingers to your lips, "won't you be a dear and clean these up for me?" you didn't hesitant once before complying to his request, warm mouth enveloping his lithe digits and he groaned, cock twitching and begging to be inside you already.

he pulled his fingers out of your mouth briefly before taking your lips in a sloppy kiss, tasting your arousal on your tongue− biting down on your bottom lip gently before slotting himself between your legs. "can't wait no more− need you right now, angel," he panted, pushing his pants down to reveal his cock and god, was he leaking. it made you feel a sense of pride that you could make dazai− who was usually so calm and collected, pant for you like a dog in heat, desperate to bury himself deep inside you. not like you were any better either, gasping sinfully when his tip pushed past your entrance, pussy already clenching around him like a vice− it made him feral, resisting the urge of slamming himself in to the hilt in one go. you made it really fucking difficult not to− especially when you looked up at him like that, eyes unfocused and hazy as little gasps and whimpers of his name left your mouth, it made his head spin. you were so perfect.

he was fully sheathed in your hot cunt now, gooey insides sucking him in like they never want to let him go− his pale skin was now flushed, a peachy tone adorning his face all the way to his neck, sweat beading on his forehead as he rocked against you. you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer to you− the warmth radiating through both of your bodies felt so good. your head rolled back to expose your neck, making osamu smirk before he dipped his head down, biting on the part he knows is sensitive, kissing and licking the spot to make you mewl for him. "shit− 'samu, so close− 'm so close," you babbled, fingers tugging on the roots of his chocolate brown hair. "already, sweet girl? don't worry− I've got you," he murmured, hand reaching in between your connected bodies to find your clit, softly pinching and rubbing circles on the button, making you clench around him even harder and shit− his eyes almost rolled back from your pretty pussy clamping down on him, tip kissing you sweet spot before you finally came with a loud moan, back arching off the bed as your slick dripped down his flushed cock. "jus− juusst a little more, baby− almost there," he practically whined, your eyes crossing ever so slightly from the overstimulation of him pounding into you vigorously, mouth forming an 'o' shape when you felt his hot seed flooding into you as his hips stilled, flush against your ass. he emptied the last of himself before plopping down next to you, huffing as he tries to catch his breath, "I love you so much." you smiled, relishing in the soft afterglow of your orgasm, "I love you too."

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Heyyyyo, im sooo glad ur requests are open again (as much as i adore ur smaus)

Could you please write a story arvid decides to visit his home town sithout telling anyone and he decides to surprise his gf by picking her up from school with flowers and her fav drink and when he does he notices she's wearing one of his hoodies and he teases her. And/or maybe she gets like a bit emotional or clingy when she sees him and he gets worried bcos he thinks he's done smth wrong but she just missed him a lot and is like "I really needed this)

I love you so | AL4 x Reader

pairing . . . arvid lindblad x gf!reader

summary . . . Arvid decides to surprise you with a vistit to your hometown, and until you're hugging him and his hands are wrapped around you, he never knew how much he needed it

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . !PART OF MINI FIC SERIES! OMD THIS WAS SO CUTE?? i'm gonna cry i love this req <3 moodboard is SHIT so ignore that pls! NOT PROOFREAD

animated divider by @toastray !!

. . . The last thing you expected to see when you left your school was to see your boyfriend, Arvid, but there he was, in the flesh. When he saw you, he grinned widely, quickly running over to you.

Your legs were frozen to the ground, shocked to see him here, it was as if your body hasn't yet processed the shock of seeing him rush over to you, a massive bouquet and your favourite drink clutched in his hands.

Arvid slowed down slightly as he approached you, the flowers in his hand forcefully pushing you away, his hair was tousled from the wind, but the glimmer in his eyes as he stared at you was obvious. If your body could move, you were sure you would've passed out right then and there.

Finally, after staring at him in stunned silence, you gave him a wide smile, stammering out whatever sentence you could form right now.

"I-You-This is-You’re actually here! In front of me!"

He let out a laugh, scanning your face as to memorise it after all this time of you being seperated. "I am! I'm here! This is for you, sorry if it's a bit big," Arvid rubbed the back of his neck as you took the gigantic bouquet from his hand, a lovesick smile adorning your face.

"And this is your favourite drink, I was going to take you out for dinner then remembered that you have that exam tomorrow, so I decided on thi-" Before he could finish, you stepped forward, your heart racing, and pulled him into a kiss.

His words faltered as your lips met his, cutting off his sentence and sending a rush of warmth through both of you. He froze for just a second, surprised by the sudden move, but then his hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you closer.

The kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if testing the waters, but it quickly deepened. It was like everything else in the world melted away, leaving only the two of you, locked in a moment that felt both fleeting and endless at the same time.

When you finally pulled away, Arvid's eyes were wide, the shock still lingering in them, and you couldn't help but smile softly, breathless. You pulled him into a deep hug, arms wrapping around his neck tightly, as if he'd disappear if you let go.

He hugged back, inhaling sharply as he rested his chin on your shoulder, rubbing circles on your back. You let out a small sigh, the comfort of being in his embrace filling you with warmth and butterflies.

After you pulled back, Arvid stared at you with a teasing grin, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Is that my hoodie? The one that mysteriously disappeared and I had to replace?"

"It is your hoodie, and it's not my fault it's just so comfortable and smells like you." A blush rushed to your cheeks as you laughed slightly, his teasing stare not helping to ease the butterflies in your stomach.

"If you told me earlier, I would've given you my entire wardrobe." The blush on your cheeks deepened as you looked away, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes at him, pulling him into another tight hug. His shoulders relaxing as he let out a soft exhale, tightening his hold on you in the slightest bit.

"I really needed this." He murmered against your shoulder, fingers toying with the end of your hair.

"Me too, and thanks by the way, for the bouquet and the drink, and this."

"Anything for you." Arvid mumbled softly, his voice almost a whisper carried by the wind.

"I love you."

"I love you so."

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Morgan cheli prompt #2

pairing: morgan cheli x oc childhood bestfriend!reader

word count: 3002 !!! 

warnings — opposite attract! first kiss, parties/partying, small mentions of drinking, no smut I fear but there is making out and little kisses!. UConn vs USC mention (but UConn wins for the sake of the story), friends to lovers!!!!! Morgan sometimes called Misha (my oc) ‘M’ for a little nickname

summary — Morgan and Misha have been friends since they were young girls, even after going to seperate colleges that doesn’t stop their friendship from drifting apart, if anything they grow closer. So when Misha surprises Morgan by attending one of her games, well let’s just say she gets more than what she bargained for, but hey she’s not complaining! 

authors note — so I know it’s been some time since I’ve updated my morgan cheli fanfic, honestly it takes so much out of me to repost my word because of layout issues + im having insane writers block with chapter 4 so pls be patient, i'm hoping to get the next chapter out this week, anyways enjoy this little thing :) Also little note, there will be so many pov switches throughout this prompt, honestly i'm trying to grow out of this habit, so if it suddenly goes from first person to third, just ignore it pls. 

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Morgan and Misha had known each other since they were 5 years old, basically their entire lives. Like the typical first meeting between two 5 year old girls — it started on the playground. 

Misha had always been a loud child, often causing havoc for her parents and sometimes at school for her teachers. Morgan on the other hand was quiet, she enjoyed being on her own and she rarely caused problems at home or at school. 

So when the two girls began playing with one another during recess time, everybody was a bit surprised. The girls had completely different personalities, but that small little detail didn’t bother the two.

After the first meeting, Morgan and Misha went everywhere together. Misha wanted to go to the park and pick flowers? Morgan was there, messing up her newly bought jeans. Morgan wanted to play basketball? Misha was there, even though she sucked at basketball. The two girls were two peas in a pod. Where you’d find one, the other one comes not long after. 

But when Morgan got accepted into UConn and Misha into USC, it came to a surprise for everyone. People assumed that the girls would go to the same college, I mean they’d be together almost everyday since that one unforgettable day in kindergarten, and not just for the girls but for everybody. 

When the school season started back up, the girls were upset. But they’d just had the best summer ever, and it’s not like they’d be away from each for long, with school breaks coming up, USC and UConn playing against each other in December plus an endless amount of facetime calls. Sure they live 42 hours from each other now after living 6 minutes away from each other their entire lives but distance really isn’t a problem for them. 

DECEMBER 21, 2025 

6 USC vs 7 UConn

The arena was buzzing. For weeks people have been anticipating this match. And Misha was in town, supporting her best friend — well best friends as in plural. During her time at USC, Misha had begun an unexpected friendship with juju, her roommate but also her childhood best friends basketball rival team.

 And from both sides for the past week all the girls had talked about was the upcoming match, but I mean who wasn’t excited for this match. Misha herself had never really been a big basketball fan (and it’s definitely not because she sucks really badly at it) but even she had been excited for this match. 

She’d entered the arena not long ago and was grabbing some food before the game started, candy and a diet soda. As she finishes paying her phone rings, smiling at the cashier then grabbing her food and moving to the side in order to not block the way,  she sits her food down on a table and grabs her phone — it’s Morgan. 

It’s to be expected though, if anything Misha was waiting for Morgan’s call. Every game Morgan had since she’d started at UConn, she called Misha, her best friend. And Misha would have to spend the entire time calming her Morgan’s nerves because she couldn’t be there to do it like she’d done at Morgan’s games in high school. 

Picking up the call, Morgan’s voice rings through the phone —

“Dude what if I choke?” Her panicked voice is echoing throughout the device 

Misha letting out a gentle laugh replies “Mo calm down, look you’ve been doing good recently, like you’ve seriously been putting in the work this month. Don’t panic, you’ve got this.” 

The line is quiet for a moment, but then Morgan’s voice pops back up and you can hear the confusion in her tone “Where are you? It’s so loud.”

panicking slightly you hastingly reply “Oh i'm at a gathering, yeah a few of us are chilling at my dorm to watch the game since we couldn’t be there”  a hum echoes slightly after your answer.

Morgan didn’t know you were there. This would be the first time in 3 months that you’d see Morgan, and you wanted to surprise her by showing up to one of her games unannounced. A few of the girls from the UConn team had known you would be there, Aubrey was the first you told, Jana learned shortly after. 

you breathe in lightly then say  “I know you’ve been feeling off recently, but I just want you to know that i'm here okay? No matter how the game goes, I’ll be supporting you every step of the way.” 

Morgan’s breath is low, but you can tell that she lets out a deep exhale, her voice sounds shaky but you don’t mention anything, she’s about to have one of the most nerve-racking games she’s ever had.

“You always know what to say M.” Morgan begins, you smile into the phone and respond back with a  “ha ha ha, don’t get too soft on me.” Morgan in reply scoffs jokingly, her laugh echoes through your ears, you can tell she’s let out one of her soft — shoulder shaking laughs and your smile widens slightly 

Morgan responds “Yeah says you, okay I gotta go yeah? I’ll call you after the game, Love you.” You respond back with “love you too” and then she hangs up 

Putting your phone away, you get up, grabbing your food along the way and begin to make your way to your seat.

It’s the third quarter. Uconn was not having a good game, USC was in the lead at least 2 points ahead per every uconn point. Morgan had come off the bench at the beginning of the second quarter, she’d done good in terms of turnovers and rebounds, but you could tell that every shot she missed and every look at the scoreboard had brought her confidence down. 

It wasn’t until there was 4 minutes left in the third quarter that Morgan had even noticed me in the crowd – The game had come to a timeout, and as the team was on there way back to the bench, Morgan looks up and she freezes causing one of the girls to accidentally bump into her, Morgan looked to the side in response – it was Sarah, I wasn't exactly sure what Sarah had said but it was something along the lines of  “Oh sorry!”

Morgan had begun walking again and as she walked closer to the bench, her mouth made a somewhat round look as she mouthed ‘what?’ and her eyebrows lifted slightly and then she furrows them. But then her face breaks into a smile – smiling back in response I do a small wave in her direction in which she waves back before sitting down. 

You can see she’d shook her head. Turning to the girl beside her – Aubrey, you could see her smiling and rambling about how she’d seen you, Aubrey already knowing that you’d be at the game just let out a small laugh, turns around to my direction and waves at me. Morgan’s evidently confused and so she reaches across Aubrey’s lap to tap on Azzi, the girl turns around at the tap and you can see Morgan asking her something, Azzi in reply just shrugs, also turning around in my direction and giving me a small smile. 

The timeout had now ended and the players were walking back on the court, and as Morgan is walking onto the court she turns slightly to look at me – I give her a smile and small nod and she smiles back and continues walking. 

From there it’s like the game just turned around in those last four minutes of the third quarter. Kk with steals (and fouls) back and forth, Morgan getting more confident with the shots she was taking, having more assists, and both Sarah and Paige just playing with more confidence. 

By the last 5 seconds in the fourth quarter the score was 72 to 69. That was until a foul was called and Sarah was given three free throws. She’d made all two out of three, the score then laying at 72 to 21. Until Paige gains possession of the ball, passing it to Sarah who shoots the ball —

and makes the game. winning. three.

The party was buzzing, the music blasting through the walls. The fraternity living room is packed. People crowded on the couches, others dancing and tumbled over. The room is more than alive, laughter and chatter filling the air and the colorful bright lights flickering – almost blinding. The two girls walk arm in arm in an attempt to not lose each other in the wilding crowd, bodies moving fluidly and in motion with another. And behind them, the girls from the basketball team are following them. As the group walks in, people are cheering, some of them walk up to them to give them pats on the back and a thumbs up because why not! 

As the group walks to their area where some of their other friends are waiting, kk starts “They are definitely hooking up tonight right?” The girls all start laughing and agreeing, some even taking out money to make bets on how long it’d take for the two girls to finally get together during the week that Misha would be on campus. The said girls — Misha and Morgan are too busy in their own little world to even notice or hear what the girls are saying.

A few hours later 

They’ve been at the party for two hours now, Misha isn’t the most wasted and neither is Morgan — I mean at least compared to the other girls who are completely hammered. So when when one of them runs over to them and says 

“SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN”  the entire room that they’re in bursts into cheer. Misha’s a bit hesitant because come on? Seven minutes in heaven? The same game she played at every high school party she’d been to? Hell no. But before even getting the chance to voice her opinion, Morgan’s grabs onto her hand pulling her and dragging her to the floor where some of the girls, people from the men’s team, and other random party goers are all gathered, and sitting in the middle of the group is a singular bottle.

One of the party goers spins the bottle first, it lands on a random boy from the men’s team, so the two get up giggling at each other before making their way into the closet that lays directly across from the area the group is sitting at. Then one of the girls from the team goes, it lands on a random party goer, Misha herself even spins once and it lands on one of the girls from the team, they go into the closest and they just talk about random shit going on. It’s fun — actually 10 times more fun than she would’ve imagined until it’s Morgan’s turn, and the bottle lands straight on her. 

The entire room (the girls honestly) are letting out teasing tones going “oooo” and it makes Misha start giggling because it’s just Morgan — what's the worst that could happen! And so the two girls get up from their spots and make their way to the closet. 

The closet is dark and honestly kind of cramped from the stuff in it but it’s on the larger side so there is more than enough space to move around in it. 

“So….” Morgan says, her tone is slightly awkward which makes you snicker “Morgan we don’t have to kiss, I came in here with Azzi early and all we did was talk. ”

Morgan nods in reply, her eyes drifting slightly before she settles back onto your figure. She doesn’t really know what to do with her hands, they’re kind of all over the place but she sticks with letting them sit behind her back — at least that way you can’t see her playing with her hands. 

“So, the game was good today”— she cuts you off. Morgan cuts you off by moving swiftly and then leaning down and kissing you. The action catches you off guard and Morgan’s completely expecting you to push her away or just stand there awkwardly and laugh slightly but instead you lean into it. 

Morgan’s doubt all begins to slip away one by one as your hands begin resting on the back of her neck, tilting your head slightly to lean more into the kiss. Morgan’s hands which were awkwardly sitting on your hips begin to settle into a more comfortable and relaxing grip.

You slightly nibble on her lower lip, in which she opens her mouth in response allowing you to slip by our tongue into her mouth. Morgan’s hands begin moving again, this time one moves to your upper back so that she moves your body closer into hers. You break the kiss and start kissing on —

There’s a knock on the door, the two girls jump apart like they’d just been electrocuted and someone says “7 MINUTES ARE UP”. The two girls rush to fix their outfit (and hair) quickly and then they both walk out. They aren’t very slick because when they walk back to the circle, Misha looks at Jana who's looking at her with a teasing grin on her face.

When Misha wakes up the next morning her head is absolutely throbbing and her mouth is dry. She begins moving around to get more comfortable until a voice says 

“M stop moving around” and Misha freezes — she turns around and Morgan is laying there, arm laid over her eyes. Her hair is messy and she’s wedged between Misha and the wall. 

“Oh shit sorry” she sheepishly says before turning around fully in Morgan’s direction, Morgan puts her arm down, now laying on her side as well and they just stare at each other. Honestly they are still trying to wake up and the light peeking through the blinds isn’t helping. 

But nonetheless, Misha doesn't let that stop her. She’s lying there staring at Morgan who is staring just as intensely as her —

“So, last night…” Morgan starts, swiftly turning on her back to avoid her eye

Misha licks her dry lips “Yeah last night was um–” 

Morgan interrupts her “It wasn’t just a drunk mistake for me” 

The room is quiet for a few seconds, Misha just processing what she’d just heard. And maybe Morgan got a little anxious waiting for a response when she pops up out of bed, a small “shit” muttering underneath her breath. She puts her hair behind her ears as she starts to stand up out of the bed, last second Misha utters out a ��� Mo wait” her hand reaching out to grab onto the other girls arm.

Morgan pauses looking down at the girl who simply replies “It wasn't a mistake for me either.” a small grin appeared on her face. Morgan grins back, trying to hold back her smile but she fails. 

Misha bites her lip, a small laugh escaping “I like totally fucked that up right?” 

“Maybe a little but–” Misha pulls onto Morgan's arm, the girl now laying on top of her and grabs the back of her head pulling her into a kiss. It's short but sweet and passionate. 

Smiling into the kiss, Morgan’s hands begin to wrap gently around Misha’s waist but there is a knock on the door, pulling away from the kiss Morgan lets an exaggerated huff with an eye roll making you giggle.

“Hey, you guys up?” It’s jana, she sounds just as tired and hungover. The two of you respond with a “yeah”, the sync word making the two of you look at each other and snicker — “Well me and the girls made breakfast, so if you guys want a plate just let me know” 

Misha responds “Yeah we’re coming, grab us plates yeah?” Jana hums in response and she leaves.

Morgan gets up first and you follow behind her, going to your vanity, you grab a brush throwing one to morgan and then grabbing another one to comb out your own hair. 

After brushing your hair, you both walk out the room, as asked Jana had grabbed the two of your plates and also two glasses. Going to the kitchen you both fix your food and join the rest of the girls in the living room to watch criminal minds while eating. 

But I guess you and Morgan weren’t the most secretive because some of the girls easily caught on. Only 10 minutes into eating a voice — paige’s cuts through the silence —

“Aubrey pay up” the room gasps and they look at the two of us, Morgan chokes on her food, puts it down and looks back at Aubrey “Dude really?” 

“Hey it’s not my fault you're a love struck puppy!” The girl proclaims, the room cackles and then Morgan says “Wait how many of you guys made bets?”

The room goes quiet. And Morgan gasps  “Oh my god?…Caroline you too?” Caroline looks at her sheepishly and shrugs her shoulders before turning back to the screen 

Morgan turns back to me and says “Can you believe them?” You chuckle slightly replying —

 “Funnily enough I can.”

[paigeswiftsea]

hi okay so i was thinking this was a pretty good stopping point for this fic bc i didn't want to drag it out too much but i know people like it so give me feedback if you want me to keep it going, end it here, or maybe end it and make like a sequel type thing

Summary: You reunite with the Soul Riders for the final group competition, tackling the elite cross-country course with confidence despite a scraped knee. While cleaning up, Linda joins you for a quiet conversation where she admits the group acted out of fear and opens up about her own regrets—including a past with Jay. You both agree to move forward. After the event, you and Sabine sneak away from the festival to spend the evening together under the stars.

(also if there is any formatting issue pls tell me bc tumblr refused to format this correctly and i had to seperate the paragraphs)

wc: 5.9k

The final week of the festival had arrived.

You’d spent the last few days wandering through the festival grounds with Sabine—sharing snacks, lingering at vendor stalls, catching performances and tournaments. She never pressured you to talk, never prodded at the hurt, just filled the silence with her steady presence and biting commentary. It was easy to breathe when she was around. Somehow, you could forget the ache in your chest when she walked beside you, hands in her pockets, eyes always watching.

Your shoulder had improved a lot. The stiffness was mostly gone, and you barely winced when you swung it a little too hard. Sabine noticed that too—always watching. She hadn’t brought up the fall again, or the kiss, or the night you spent together. But you hadn’t forgotten. You doubted either of you had.

The Soul Riders, for their part, had made themselves scarce. You’d avoided them just as much as they avoided you. The peace felt fragile—like if you bumped into one of them the wrong way, the whole illusion would crack.

You told yourself you were trying to be the bigger person. Letting things go. Keeping the tension low during the festival. But really, you just couldn’t stomach another cold look from Anne. Another pointed silence from Alex.

And then there was the Linda and Jay revelation. That little grenade Sabine casually lobbed into your lap like it meant nothing.

You hadn’t done anything with it. Not yet. You didn’t need to. Just knowing it was enough to shift something. You started giving Linda a little grace. If what Sabine said was true, this must be her worst fear playing out in real time—watching someone else make the same mistake. Maybe she saw you and flinched because it mirrored her.

You hoped that was it. You hoped there was still someone in the group who understood what it was like to feel torn between duty and heart.

Lisa and Linda gave you hope. They approached gently, sometimes hesitantly, but always like they were still trying to understand. Anne and Alex? They took that hope and crushed it under their heels. Cold, judgmental. You didn’t know if they’d ever come around. Maybe you didn’t want them to.

And Elizabeth... if she were still here, what would she say?

She always told you to find balance. To keep your heart in check with your head. To lead with compassion and wisdom in equal measure. But the more time passed, the more you questioned whether you’d disappointed her. Whether being with Sabine was a betrayal, or just the first time you were really listening to your own voice.

Now you sat in the dressing room of the stables, stewing in all of it. Outside, festival music drifted in through the slightly cracked window—lively and bright, a sharp contrast to the pit twisting in your stomach.Today was the final day of the group competitions.

Which meant there was no hiding anymore.You reached down and pulled on your riding boots slowly, fingers brushing over the worn leather. Then you stood, smoothing your tucked-in dress shirt. You pulled your black-and-grey gingham jacket on and buttoned it with care. At the mirror, you adjusted your hair and checked your posture. Lifted chin. Calm breath.

You could do this. You had to.

You grabbed your helmet and stepped out of the dressing room, heading toward the stables. The wood-paneled walls smelled of hay and saddle soap, sunlight streaking through the high windows and lighting up flecks of dust in the air.

Then you stopped.

Your horse was already tacked up, waiting patiently in your usual spot.

Matching gear. Perfectly fitted bridle. Tail combed neatly.

Sabine.

You shook your head with a half-smile. This was just like her. No words, no fanfare—just action. She never made a big show of helping, never asked for thanks. She just did things to make your day easier. Quiet service. Hidden softness.You stepped into the stall and took your steed’s reins, but something caught your eye—a folded note tucked into the saddlebag.

You opened it.

“I can’t be there to watch you today. Something came up. I’ll tell you later.

Kick ass today. —S”

Your brow furrowed.

Where was she? Why wouldn’t she tell you what was going on? Was it something to do with Sands? Or Darko? You’d grown used to Sabine’s cryptic side, but that didn’t mean it didn’t drive you crazy.

Still, the note made something flutter in your chest. She wanted you to do well. She wanted you to win.

Your thoughts started spinning until you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey! You ready for today?”You quickly shoved the note back into your bag and forced a smile, turning to Lisa.

“Yeah, yeah—I’m ready.”

Lisa gave you a once-over, her eyes scanning your outfit and expression. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t press it. “Hmm,” she said with a knowing smirk. “Okay. Keep your secrets, girl.”

You gave a light shrug, but your smile softened.

Lisa nodded and launched into the schedule. “Just wanted to give you the rundown. Anne’s handling dressage. Linda’s got show jumping. Alex is on timed events. I’m doing western—and you’re slotted in the elite cross-country group. Sound good?”

You blinked. “Elite?”

She grinned. “They moved you up after your last solo time trial. You were fast. Like, really fast.”

You felt a flicker of pride—quick, sharp. “Cool,” you said, trying to sound casual.

Lisa gave you a wink. “You’ve got this. See you out there.”

Then she turned and jogged off toward the arena, boots thudding lightly against the packed dirt path.

You watched her go. The smile faded from your face as the silence returned.

Elite cross-country. You’d have to be sharp. Collected. Completely in control. But all you felt was that creeping knot of anxiety again—tugging at your spine.

You turned to your horse and gently ran a hand along their neck, grounding yourself.

“Alright,” you whispered, slipping your helmet on. “Let’s go prove something.”

You walked your steed out of the stall and into the golden light of morning, festival flags snapping in the wind above the arena. The stables behind you buzzed with pre-show energy—hoofbeats, excited chatter, the occasional loudspeaker announcement warbling over the festival grounds.

You kept your chin up as you approached the warm-up ring, your steed calm beside you. The Soul Riders stood just outside the fence line, their horses already saddled and idle. From a distance, they looked like the perfect team—unified, polished, glowing in the crisp festival light.

But you knew better.

You guided your horse toward them, slow and purposeful, each step drawing eyes from the crowd—and from the group you were about to join.

Lisa saw you first.She smiled, bright and warm, and raised her hand in a little wave. That softened the initial sting.Linda turned next, looking a little surprised—but not cold. Her eyes flicked from your horse to your face, then to the saddlebag. You weren’t sure what she was thinking, but she gave you a small nod, almost like she was glad you showed up.

Then came Anne.

You felt her gaze like a chill up your spine. Sharp, assessing. Her arms were crossed, one leg cocked slightly as she leaned her weight to one side. Her expression didn't change. Not hostile, but definitely not friendly.

And finally, Alex.

She looked you up and down with something like irritation already brewing in her jaw. She didn’t say anything. Just gave a small scoff under her breath and turned back to adjusting her gloves like you weren’t even worth a reaction.You swallowed hard, stopping just a few feet from them.

No one spoke.

You cleared your throat. “Morning.”

Lisa responded quickly, almost too quickly. “Hey! You look great. I mean—ready. You look ready.”

“Thanks,” you replied with a small smile.“

Thanks. You too.”

Linda gave a half-hearted nod. “Glad you came.”

You looked at her for a moment longer than necessary. You wanted to ask what she meant. Glad you came like she didn’t expect you would? Or glad you came because she didn’t want to be the only one unsure about where you stood?

“Yeah,” you said instead. “Didn’t want to miss the last round.”

Anne scoffed lightly. “Didn’t think you’d show your face, honestly.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

Anne shrugged one shoulder. “Well. After everything.”

“Everything?” You raised an eyebrow. “You mean the thing you made up in your head about me being a traitor?”

“Oh, come on,” Alex muttered. “Don’t act like it’s just in our heads. You’ve been practically glued to Sabine since the incident. And we all know what she’s about.”

You opened your mouth, but Lisa stepped in quickly.

“Can we not do this here?” she said, her voice sharp but weary. “It’s the last day. People are watching.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

Anne muttered something under her breath, and Linda gave her a look—something that passed between them like an old argument flaring up again.

You took a breath and said, “Look. I’m not here for drama. I’m not here to sabotage anyone. I’m here because I earned my spot in this event. Same as you.”

“Right,” Alex said. “And you just happened to spend every spare second with a Dark Rider during the festival. Just for fun.”

Lisa frowned. “Alex—”

“No, let her talk,” you interrupted, tone flat. “Let her get it out of her system.”

“Guess you’ve officially picked your side now.” Alex said.

You froze for half a second, jaw tightening. “I didn’t realize I was in a war.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Anne said. “You’re training with her. Hiding out with her. God knows what else.”

Lisa opened her mouth. “Can we please not do this—”

Alex cut her off. “No, it’s a fair point. This whole thing’s gone sideways ever since she—” she motioned at you, “—decided to cozy up to the enemy.”

“I didn’t cozy up to anyone,” you said, forcing your voice to stay level. “I was hurt. She helped. Anything after that is none of your business”

Anne scoffed. “She doesn’t help people. She uses them.”

Linda looked between the three of you, her frown deepening. “That’s enough.”

“She’s not wrong though,” Alex muttered, quieter this time. “Once a Dark Rider, always a Dark Rider.”

You clenched your fists at your sides. You turned to Linda. “You saw me. You know what happened.”Linda hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

“And?” Alex snapped.Linda looked at you. “And I think she can make her own choices.”

That silenced them for a beat.Anne rolled her eyes and swung herself onto her horse. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”

Alex followed suit, still glaring as she mounted.

Lisa stepped a little closer and touched your arm. “I’m glad you came. Seriously. Just... stay focused today, okay?”

You nodded. “You too.”

As she moved to her horse, Linda lingered. Her eyes were still cautious, but there was a flicker of something behind them—guilt, maybe. Or regret.

“I know it looks bad,” she said quietly. “But... I don’t think you’re the villain here.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that.

“I’ll take what I can get, I guess,” you murmured.

She gave a faint smile and mounted her horse, the moment slipping away as the announcer’s voice called riders to the arena.

You swung into the saddle with practiced ease and nudged your steed forward, following the Soul Riders at a measured pace. You didn’t know if this day would redeem you, or just mark another line between you and them—but you were ready either way.

“I’m gonna run through the cross-country track really quickly,” you called out to Lisa as you swung into the saddle. She looked up from adjusting her stirrup leathers and gave a nod.

“Yeah, good idea. Just don’t overdo it—save some fire for the real thing.”

You flashed her a small smile, reins tightening in your gloved hands. “I’ve got plenty of fire.”

She laughed softly at that, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes, and you clicked your tongue to your steed, heading off at a steady canter down the path that led to the outer trails.

Once you passed the bustle of the festival grounds and into the quieter edge of the fields, the air felt cooler. Still. The tension in your chest finally began to loosen as the wind hit your face, the rhythmic beat of hooves over turf grounding you.

You let your horse pick up the pace, weaving through the flagged markers that outlined the cross-country track. It wasn’t an official run—just enough to get a feel for the terrain, the slope of the hills, the position of each jump. The trees whispered above as you entered the wooded section, your mind drifting again to Sabine’s note.

Something came up.

What was she doing right now? Why didn’t she want to say?Y

ou cleared a small hedge, landing smoothly, and exhaled through your nose. You didn’t want to second-guess her—but the timing was off. Sabine didn’t just miss things. Not without a reason. And not without making sure you knew she was watching, somehow.

You slowed to a trot near the halfway point, letting your steed breathe. A cluster of birds took off from the underbrush in a sudden flutter of wings, making you flinch before shaking it off.

“Focus,” you murmured to yourself. “Eyes up. Head clear.”

The run wasn’t just for practice anymore. It was a reminder: you could handle this on your own. With or without backup. With or without anyone believing you still deserved to be here.

You reached the end of the circuit and turned back toward the main grounds, your steed snorting and eager beneath you.

You’d seen the course. Now it was time to let them see you.The stands were full by the time you rode into the arena. Colorful banners flapped in the breeze above the crowd, and cheers echoed across the grounds from earlier events. The sun hung low and warm in the sky, golden light kissing the course as you waited near the start gate of the elite cross-country competition.

You adjusted your grip on the reins, heart beating loud in your ears. Your steed shifted beneath you, sensing your nerves—or maybe your anticipation. You reached down to pat their neck.

“You and me, alright? Just like we practiced.”

A signal horn sounded in the distance, and your group was waved forward one by one.

When your name was called, you kicked off with a surge, flying out of the gate like a shot.

The first few jumps were smooth—textbook form, a perfect blend of rhythm and speed. The trail curved through the open fields and dipped briefly into the treeline where the ground was softer, dappled with filtered light. You breathed through it, letting muscle memory take over, Sabine’s voice echoing somewhere in your head:

“Don’t chase speed. Let the course come to you.”

You were halfway through the track when things got dicey.

Coming out of a tight bend, you angled too close to a low wooden fence lined with thick brush. You felt it before you even heard it—your leg scraped hard along the post, and your knee struck something jagged. Pain lit up your whole side like a firework.“Shit—!”

Your horse stumbled for half a second, thrown off by your shift in balance. But you tightened your grip, corrected the angle, and drove forward with everything you had, ignoring the sting in your leg.

The next jump came fast. You barely had time to brace before you launched over it, and the crowd gasped as your horse landed clean and steady—like nothing had gone wrong.

From there, it was all instinct. Grit. You pushed through the rest of the course like a shadow gliding over earth and wood and wind. Every obstacle blurred together, the rhythm returning as if your body refused to let the pain win. You crossed the finish line with a sharp inhale, reins held high, a fine layer of sweat on your brow.

Only when you finally slowed to a walk did you glance down—and see the blood soaking through the side of your breeches, dark and already drying at the edges.

Your leg throbbed like hell.

But the crowd had seen you recover. More importantly, the Soul Riders had seen it too. You weren’t sure what their expressions looked like—but you imagined Anne’s tight frown, Linda’s quiet surprise, Alex’s suspicious glare.

Lisa was the one waiting by the gates when you trotted out of the arena.She jogged up, brushing hair out of her face. “Hey—what the hell happened out there? That jump near the brush—”

“Fence caught my knee,” you muttered, wincing slightly as you dismounted. “I’m fine.”

Lisa’s eyes narrowed. “You’re bleeding.”

You shrugged. “Still placed clean. That’s all that matters, right?”

She didn’t argue. Just stared for a second too long before nodding slowly. “Yeah. You were incredible, actually.”

“Thanks,” you said, brushing some dust off your pants and looking down at your scraped knee. It throbbed dully now, blood still trickling around a jagged edge of torn fabric. You winced, then sighed. “I’m gonna go clean up…”

Lisa hesitated like she wanted to say something more—maybe about the ride, maybe about you—but instead she gave a quiet nod.

“Yeah, okay. You want me to grab a med kit or—”

“I’ve got one in my bag. I’ll be fine.” You forced a small smile and turned before she could protest, limping slightly as you led your horse back toward the stables.

The adrenaline was fading fast, and with it came the ache. Every step made your knee sting, but you kept moving—past the bustling crowd, the congratulatory shouts, the Soul Riders clustered together near the entrance to the tents. You caught a glimpse of Anne watching you. Her arms were crossed, her expression unreadable.

You looked away first.Inside the stables, the noise dulled. You walked your horse into its stall, gave them a soft pat on the shoulder, and then leaned back against the wood, exhaling. The quiet hit hard.

You were alone.

Pulling out your bag, you fished through it for the kit you had. You peeled back the ripped fabric around your knee and hissed through your teeth. It wasn’t deep, but it was messy. Dirt clung to the skin, and the scrape would definitely scar if you didn’t clean it right.

“Damn fence,” you muttered.

As you started dabbing antiseptic over the wound, you thought about her again. Sabine. Why she wasn’t there. What the note had meant.And why you felt so disappointed.

You were halfway through cleaning the scrape when you heard the soft creak of the stable door. You didn’t look up at first, assuming it was just someone passing through—until the footsteps slowed… and then stopped.

You glanced up.

Linda.

She stood there for a second, fidgeting with the sleeves of her navy riding jacket, helmet still in hand. Her expression was hard to read—quiet, like always, but more open than usual. A little tired maybe. A little unsure.She didn’t say anything.You returned your gaze to your knee, finishing up with the antiseptic and taping a clean gauze pad over the wound with steady fingers. It wasn’t like you had anything to say either.

Then, gently, Linda moved toward the wall opposite your horse’s stall and sat down beside you. Not close enough to touch, not even really close enough for warmth, but enough that her presence registered. You could feel it in the space between.

For a few moments, you both just sat in the hush of the stables. The muffled cheer of the festival drifted faintly from outside, but here—there was only the occasional shuffle of hooves, the slow creak of wood, and the soft breath of your horse as it shifted behind you.You didn’t break the silence. Neither did she.

Then, after a long pause, Linda spoke—quietly, like she didn’t mean to be heard at first. “You did really well out there.”

You gave a small shrug. “Scraped my knee.”

“You recovered clean. Most people would’ve gone down hard.”

You scoffed softly, then sighed. “Still kinda hurts.”

Linda nodded slowly. Then, with an almost tentative voice, she added, “I was scared for a second. Thought you’d fall.”

You looked at her. That sentence sounded heavier than it should’ve. Like she wasn’t just talking about today’s ride.

You searched her face, but she kept her eyes on the ground.

“So… how’re you feeling about show jumping?” you asked quietly, shifting an ice pack against your knee.

Linda shrugged a little, eyes still forward. “It was fine. Knocked a couple poles, but I cleared the water jump.”

You nodded. “That’s… that’s really good. Not easy to land that one.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Silence.

The kind that stretches just a little too long. You adjusted the pack again, like it gave you something to do—anything to fill the space.

“Um… so I was thinking…” you started, then immediately looked away, the rest of the thought caught somewhere in your throat.

Linda glanced at you. “About…?”

You fidgeted with the edge of the ice pack, feeling the cold sting dull into a throb. “About what happens after all this. After the festival ends.”

Linda didn’t answer right away. She leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees, helmet cradled in her hands.

You continued before you could talk yourself out of it. “I mean, we haven’t exactly… talked. Not really. Since everything.”

A beat.

“I know,” she said softly. “I’ve been meaning to. I just… didn’t know how.”

That surprised you. You turned toward her a little more. “You didn’t seem like you were struggling with words back when Alex and Anne tore into me.”

She flinched, just slightly. You immediately regretted the bite in your voice.“I’m sorry,” you murmured, looking down. “That wasn’t fair.”

“No,” Linda said. “It was. I didn’t stand up for you, not really. And I wanted to.” She let out a breath like she’d been holding it all week. “I felt sick afterwards. Still do.”

You looked at her again—really looked. There was guilt in her eyes. Not performative. Real.

“I think,” she continued, “we were all scared. And instead of acting like Soul Riders, we acted like…” she trailed off, grimacing.

“Teenagers. Scared ones. I didn’t want to believe the worst about Sabine, but I also didn’t want to risk something bad happening to you. No one does.”

You swallowed hard, “ I know. It’s just their…weird way of caring.”

Linda gave a quiet laugh at that—short, a little sad. “Yeah. Pretty much. Alex punches first and asks questions… well never. Anne judges from twenty paces. Lisa—” she paused, thoughtful, “—Lisa tries to fix everything and ends up breaking down.”

You looked at her, eyes softening. “And you?”

“I... watch,” she admitted. “Think. Try to see the full picture. Sometimes I wait too long to say anything and end up watching it fall apart.”

You both went quiet again, the faint sounds of the festival drifting in through the open stable door—cheering, horses nickering, distant music.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to get so messy,” you said finally. “But I don’t regret what I did. Or who I’ve been with.”

Linda didn’t answer right away. Then, “You shouldn’t. We all make choices. Good and bad. We don’t always like what those choices cost. But we have to deal with the consequences.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Have you?”

Linda hesitated, looking away. “I’ve made some questionable choices. So… for me to judge you for being with Sabine would be like calling the kettle…” She trailed off, a sheepish look crossing her face.

“Jay?” You prodded gently.Linda froze, eyes going wide. “Wha— How…?”

You smirked slightly. “Sabine told me. Something about the archives.”

Linda went positively red, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Oh my— oh Aideen, help me. I knew I was being watched.”

You leaned back slightly, amused by her reaction.

“I guess you’re not the only one with secrets, huh?”

She shot you a quick, nervous glance, biting her lip. “It was a one-time thing,” she stammered, clearly flustered. “It was… nothing. Just… a mistake.”

“A mistake, huh?” you teased, giving her a knowing look.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion on this,” Linda muttered, her tone a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. “I wasn’t exactly planning on it being discovered.”

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension in the air lifting just a little. “Well, looks like we’re both in the same boat.”

Linda let out a long sigh, rubbing her face. “Look, I didn’t exactly make the best decisions when it came to relationships. And—well—Jay is... complicated. That’s all I’m gonna say. But yes, I might’ve, uh... been involved with her a while ago.”

You chuckled, finding the awkwardness of the moment oddly comforting. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Please, I swear to Aideen, if anyone finds out—”

“No one’s going to find out from me,” you reassured her. “But... if you’re worried about me and Sabine, I think we’ve got our own mess to sort out. Yours is yours.”

Linda gave a shaky laugh, a mix of relief and embarrassment. “Thanks. Seriously. Now, let’s just... pretend none of this ever happened, okay?”

“Deal.” You chuckled, looking at your knee once more, “ So… are we good then?”

Linda glanced over at you, the nervous energy in her posture finally softening. She nodded slowly. “Yeah… I think we are. Or—at least, we’re getting there.”

You smiled faintly, eyes flicking back down to the bruised skin beneath the melting ice pack. “Guess that’s all we can ask for right now.”

Linda leaned back against the stable wall beside you, arms folded loosely. “It’s just… hard, you know? Trying to do the right thing and not always knowing what that even is.”

You hummed in agreement. “Yeah. And sometimes the right thing hurts like hell anyway.”

“Especially when it involves people you care about,” she said softly, glancing at you.

You didn’t say anything right away. But then you nodded, quiet and firm.

“Yeah. Especially then.”

A brief silence passed between you—this one less awkward, more reflective. Comfortable, even.

Then Linda nudged you gently with her shoulder. “You looked good out there, by the way. Even with the fence thing.”

You smirked. “Thanks. I was aiming for dramatic flair.”

“Oh, totally nailed it,” she teased, the tension between you two finally giving way to something more familiar, warmer. “Try not to break any more bones before the end of the festival, okay?”

“No promises.”

Linda rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Of course not.”

You and Linda sat together for a moment longer before she offered a hand to help you up. You took it with a small grin, grateful for the truce—tentative, but real.

The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky as the two of you stepped out of the stable, the golden hour light spilling across the festival grounds. The faint sound of music drifted from the nearby pavilions, mixed with the hum of conversation and the clatter of hooves from horses being cooled down.

You scanned the area instinctively, expecting the usual bustle—but then, you froze.

There, near the white fence lining the arena, stood Sabine.

She looked unfairly composed in a fitted, dark riding jacket and boots that gleamed even in the fading light. But what really caught your attention were the flowers in her hands. A bouquet, fresh and hand-tied—wildflowers and roses, loosely gathered but stunning in a way that didn’t feel like a store-bought arrangement. It looked like she had picked them herself, carefully, deliberately.

You blinked.

“What?” Linda asked, following your gaze.

You didn’t answer at first. Your eyes were locked on Sabine as she spoke to someone in her club—clearly finishing up a conversation, her hand absentmindedly adjusting the ribbon tied around the stems of the bouquet. Then, as if she felt your stare, she turned.

Her eyes met yours instantly. And when she saw you, something subtle shifted in her expression—relief, amusement, something fond beneath that usual veil of sharp confidence.

Then came the smirk. Not mocking, but warm. Almost… soft.You felt your stomach flip, just a little.

“Ah,” Linda said beside you, catching on quickly. “Well. That answers my next question.”

You blinked at her. “What question?”

“Whether or not you two were serious.”

You flushed. “I don’t know if that means serious.”Linda arched an eyebrow. “She’s holding flowers. And she’s not the type to give a damn what anyone thinks unless you think it matters.”

“ You are way too deep in your romance novels.” you said, watching as Sabine broke away from the group she was talking to and started walking in your direction, bouquet in hand.

Linda laughed, nudging your shoulder gently. “Maybe. But I’m also not wrong.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the way your face was heating up. “Don’t you have a book to read or something?”

“Mmhm,” she hummed, already starting to step back toward the stables. “Good luck, lovergirl.”

You were left standing there, mildly flustered and trying to gather your thoughts as Sabine approached. She was taking her time—calculated, casual, like she hadn’t just disarmed you entirely with a bundle of flowers and that insufferably good posture.

When she finally stopped in front of you, she tilted her head slightly, eyes sweeping over your face before dropping to your knee. “You’re bleeding, again,” she said softly.

“I was riding,” you replied, trying to sound cool. “Hit a fence.”

She nodded, amused. “Still nailed the course though. I saw.”You blinked. “I thought you said you weren’t coming?”

“I said I couldn’t watch, not that I wouldn’t show up.” She offered you the bouquet, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “These are for you.”

You hesitated, caught off guard. “What’s the occasion?”

Sabine shrugged. “Do I need one?”

You took the flowers carefully, glancing down at the ribbon tied around the stems. They were a little wild, uneven, beautiful. Like her.

“They’re really pretty,” you murmured.

“I know,” she smirked. Then, after a beat, “I thought you could use something nice. After today. After everything.”

You looked up at her, surprised by the sincerity in her tone.

“Thanks,” you said quietly. “For the flowers. For everything, actually.”

Sabine smiled—real, small, but unmistakably sincere. “Don’t go getting soft on me.”

You snorted. “You bring me flowers and I’m the soft one?”

“Obviously,” she teased, and then her expression softened again.

“C’mon. I’ll walk you back.”

As the two of you turned and began walking, your shoulder brushing hers lightly, the flowers tucked gently in your arms, the evening didn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

As the sun dipped lower behind the hills, casting warm amber light over the festival grounds, you and Sabine made your way past the bustling stables and scattered competitors heading to the final event: the awards ceremony. The faint sound of a band tuning up drifted from the main field, and the scent of hay, warm grass, and food carts filled the air.

You could feel the energy shifting—anticipation, pride, maybe even a little bit of tension lingering in the Soul Riders’ group. But with Sabine beside you and the flowers still clutched in your hand, it all felt a little more manageable.

“Are you nervous?” she asked under her breath.“About the ceremony? Nah,” you said. “I’m not really expecting anything.”

“Mm. Humble,” she replied, but there was an edge of seriousness. “You killed that course. Don’t undersell yourself.”

You gave her a look. “Are you nervous?”

Sabine raised a brow. “Please. I’m here to see how much chaos the organizers can tolerate before losing their minds.”

You laughed, then caught sight of Lisa waving you over. The rest of the Soul Riders were already gathered near the podium, looking... tense, but present. Anne had her arms crossed. Alex looked like she wanted to be anywhere else. Linda gave you a tight but encouraging nod.

“Go,” Sabine said softly. “You’ve got this.”

You nodded and started toward them, heart hammering a little harder now. When you stepped into place beside Lisa, she leaned over and whispered, “Nice bouquet.”

You grinned despite yourself. “Shut up.”

Godfrey stepped up to the podium, tapping the mic, and the crowd slowly hushed. Riders from all over Jorvik stood in rows, the flags of their clubs fluttering behind them.

“And now,” the announcer said, “for the results of the Elite Cross Country division…”

Your name was called second place.

The crowd clapped. Your legs felt a little shaky as you walked up to receive your ribbon. You glanced over your shoulder once—Sabine stood at the edge of the crowd, arms crossed, a crooked smile on her lips.

When you returned to your group, Lisa patted your back, and even Anne gave you a stiff nod. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

As the sun finally slipped beneath the horizon and the lights of the fairgrounds lit up in soft golden strands, it felt like the worst of the storm had passed. Maybe not all the way—but enough for now.

After the ceremony, the fairgrounds pulsed with music and laughter. Paper lanterns floated up into the darkening sky, and riders buzzed around food stalls and bonfires. But the energy felt too loud, too crowded.

You didn’t say anything at first—just slipped away from the crowd once your group broke apart. You knew Sabine would find you.And she did.

You felt her before you saw her—boots crunching quietly on gravel behind the stables.

“Want to get out of here?” she asked simply, like she already knew your answer.

You glanced over your shoulder, ribbon still pinned to your jacket, flowers in hand. “Thought you’d never ask.”

She led the way to her motorcycle—sleek, black, and definitely a little too flashy for someone who claimed not to care about appearances. She tossed you a helmet and swung a leg over the seat.

“You ever been up to the overlook in Valedale Mountains?” she asked as you climbed on behind her.

“No,” you said, arms wrapping instinctively around her waist. “That sounds suspiciously romantic.”

“Gross,” she smirked. “It’s just got a good view.”

The ride was fast, the wind biting at your jacket, but it was exhilarating. You hadn’t realized how much tension was still coiled inside your body until it began to unravel, bit by bit, as the lights of Jorvik Stables faded behind you.

The overlook was quiet and wild. The stars were beginning to prick through the dark sky, and the sea glittered in the distance. Sabine killed the engine, and the world fell still.

You sat together on a flat rock near the edge, legs stretched out in front of you, the wind tugging gently at your hair.

“Nice view,” you murmured.

“Told you.”

There was a long pause, not awkward—just easy. Like breathing.

Then she nudged your leg with hers. “You did good today.”You shrugged. “Wasn’t first place.”

“Second place, after recovering from an injury and having everyone staring at you like you’re a traitor?” She tilted her head. “That’s first-place energy to me.”

You gave a soft laugh. “Yeah, well… maybe I had a good luck charm.”

Sabine smirked. “Oh? Flowers do that now?”

“No,” you said, resting your head lightly against her shoulder. “Not flowers.”

She was quiet for a beat. Then: “You know this doesn’t get easier, right? Being caught between them and me.”

“I know.”

“But you’re not alone in it.”

That caught you off guard. You looked up at her, and for a moment she wasn’t smirking or teasing—she was just there, serious, honest.

You reached for her hand. And you made your way to whatever was going to happen next.

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Elo! I like your blog, can I request for a heartsteel x reader (seperate), they'd go on a date planned by them only to have bad luck on their side the whole day, then they just laugh it off and just cuddle at home make it funny and fluffy pls! (An example: Ezreal x reader; Ezreal planned the date)

Sure :3

Kayn

This was going to be so great

He planned it out perfectly

Nothing was going to ruin this rooftop date

Except for maybe rain

But hey, just an excuse to give you his jacket and hug you if you get cold~

And getting caught by the buildings administrator

That was less funny

But when you finally came home, he was fuming

So you ordered his favourite take out and tried calming him down

Cuddles while watching a trashy horror movie with a 5$ budget

Yone

He wanted to have one night for you two

Make you a delicious dinner and take care of you

But then everything was ruined.

Of course he takes his duty seriously, but why did Ezreal and Kayn need his help when he was still cooking?

And why didn't he take if off the stove before it burned?

When you finally came over, he was on the verge of a break down

You quickly told him you didn't care about the dinner and helped him make something else

He loves cooking with you

Ezreal

He planned this for a month

He was going to take you out to a fancy dinner

He was going to...wait

He didn't reserve a table?

He forgot?

When he told you, he was on the brink of tears due to the embarrassment

You hugged him and told him that you didn't want any fancy meals, just an evening with him will do

Or maybe a walk?

And you can grab food in the restaurant near the park and then...

God, you loved it when he started rambling on about his ideas

Aphelios

He tried so hard to set up the picnic in the park

But didn't check the weather forecast

Of course it started to rain.

And it was a thunderstorm. Great.

Soaked, you returned home

"Well that was... something" he heard you laugh as you munched on the chocolate you had left over from the failed picnic

He couldn't even be mad anymore when you looked so happy with the chocolate

So you both decided to watch some movies

Sett

He didn't mean to burn the dinner which he bought prepared for you

He just got distracted for a second and then it was burning

Luckily he put it out

Just as you came in

Looking stunning

And he looked...bad. still in his at home clothes since you came early

He felt so bad

But you didn't mind, you proposed ordering take out

And you just sat there and talked the entire night

K'Sante

He wanted to go somewhere nice with you

But your reservation got cancelled last minute

He was fuming

At the place of course, never you

Wanted to cook you dinner, but he's kinda bad at cooking...he tries to learn but it isn't really his thing

So he just watched you cook and promised to wash the dishes later (he did ofc)

Loves watching you cook

Or do anything for that matter

After you ate you just laid there and rested

[maddames]

is it possible u can write for platonic yan!claude and platonic yan!athanasia pls? how do they behave around the youngest in the obelia family? 👁️👁️

SWEET DREAMS, LITTLE DOVE.

p!yan!claude + p!yan!athanasia with youngest!obelia child // tw confinement, obsession, possessiveness, violence (both against reader and others), manipulation, death, imprisonment, gn!reader.

BOTH claude and athanasia are rather careful around the youngest, because despite what most think, the two royals see the youngest obelia as someone who's fragile, both mentally and physically compared to them.

despite athanasia's and claude's agreement on trying to keep you as "safe as possible" both of them have very different ways of "punishing" you, with claude being more physical, while athanasia prefers using your emotions against you.

both of them, despite being (obviously) abusive, they treat you very well! anything you wanted would be handed to you without a single doubt, except for freedom, of course. because why would you want to leave the palace? isn't what they're giving you here enough?

the palace servants are extremely careful and watch their words around you, as well, because anything they do could result in them either being imprisoned or killed if they even just upset you, with some servants acting as the emperor's and crown princess's ears and eyes whenever they have to be seperated from you.

athanasia, in my opinion, would treat you much better than claude, as she more or less practically worships the ground you walk on and idolises you, while claude sees you more of a porcelain doll, something to keep his mind off of diana, much to everyone's dismay.

jeanette was most likely your first and only genuine friend aside from your sister, as she wasn't aware of how possessive the emperor and princess are over you.

once claude retires and athanasia becomes the new empress, however, your life from then on would be more hectic, as claude has more time to spend with you now, while athanasia gets busier with her new duties.

honestly, you'd be practically confined to the palace walls, as you're not allowed to leave the imperial palace at all once claude decided to make you and athanasia stay at his own. not to mention that you'd be confined to your chambers if you acted out against claude and athanasia.

in short; they treasure and spoil you, yes, but you'll never be able to have freedom nor true privacy, confined in the palace and having to follow the whims of your sister and father until the either of you die.

[lovesickf-fics]

Sequel and or Jegulus version of “how sensitive is it”

Sensitive and Sensitive-er

tw : t!dicks, sitting on face, hair pulling, cumming on face, swallowing cum, blowjobs, eating out, mentions of squirt, choking(?), mentions of breathplay

character(s): evan rosier x barty crouch jr (rosekiller)

summary : pt 2 of this fic! when barty gets his turn

a/n : a please really wouldn't hurt as i do this in my spare time for free! and i will *never* replace a fic ive already written just for a different ship. if you want some t4t jegulus pls request it seperately!

Something about desperation on Evan made Barty weak.

Evan wanted nothing more than to make barty feel good, to make him cum, to taste it, to keep going till barty starts to close his legs tight and cry from how sensitive and good it feels and yet.

He's in the great hall, he's watching the sorting ceremony and barty will not look at him, Barty loves this game, the game of desperation, who will crack first.

Barty is horny, so unbelievably horny that his boxers are a little damp, and have been consistently since he got evan that afternoon, but the game is too addictive so he ignores that throbbing in his groin and he claps for the new slytherins and he eats his food as though he is completely fine.

Dinner goes slow, too slow, Evan feels like tearing his hair out from how slow, barty makes a show of taking second helpings, browsing desserts, taking his sweet time with every bite and sip.

Evan practically tears him out of his seat, Barty laughs a loud cackle and saunters. Yes, Saunters back to the dorm all while evan glares and mumbles pleas of hurrying it up.

The dorm is a relief to both parties, evan practically tugs bartys robe off, fingers fumbling over buttons with desperation and lips on any skin that appears while the shirt gets tugged down.

Barty cant stop laughing, the love and desperation making him giddy and the throbbing making him more horny, if that was possible.

It didnt take long for them to be naked, Evan in just a pair of boxers and Barty bare as they lay in bed, making out sloppy with wandering hands

Evan touched barty everywhere, his nipples, pinching meanly, his ass groping and grabbing, then his dick, spreading him to play with it as he sucked another dark mark into Bartys neck.

The touches are somehow soft and desperate and rough and slow all at once, lips on eachothers, tongues wandering out to meet eachother and its addicting to them.

Never breaking the kiss they shift, barty on top of evan and evan laying flat on his back.

Only then does the kiss break, barty pulling away to shuffle up, knees bumping shoulders and then thighs pressed to the blonds ears

It start a little sweet, Evan reaching up pressing kisses to the wet cunt infront of him, licking playfully, using his arms to wrap over bartys thighs pulling to spread him open more

with the way hes lined up evan can see the way bartys cock is up, dribbling with pre and his hole damp, Evan almost chokes on his desperation as he pulls bartys thighs down, smothering himself in his boyfriend like a starved man.

He licks from the hole over to his cock, sucking a little and using his tongue on the underside, making barty hold evans hair in an almost tight grip.

Bartys hips move, Evan keeps him still which only makes barty tighten his legs around the boy below, the sensation making it a little hard to breathe in a way thats all too hot.

Evan doesnt let up, pulling away for a second just to take a gasp of air and he got back to it, trying out new things on the length he didnt have before to play with, the new things eliciting sounds hes never heard from barty before.

The sounds are almost high pitched, a mix between whines and grunts, words falling out of bartys mouth in a nonsensical babble, Barty tries to raise himself up and push himself down into the sensation over and over, practically riding evans tongue or fucking his throat depending on where evans mouth is in that moment.

The sensations get too much, bartys body shaking and curling in on itself, his head almost down near evans when it happens, the wave of an orgasm crashes him but instead of cumming it doesnt stop, the liquid spills all over evans face, covering him in the mix of squirt and cum

Evan swallows still holding Bartys cock in his mouth and barty all but screams with the sensitivity, overwhelmed, pink faced and trembling.

With a clean up, new sheets, and cuddles, the two fall asleep naked together, the new found hair on their bodies a comfort against the other

[listofwhyyouloveher]

could i possibly get the gang x reader (seperate) with a hard of hearing reader who wears hearing aids and always feels guilty because she has to ask people to repeat themselves a lot?

Summary: The Gang x Hard of Hearing Reader

Warnings: none Author's note: im gonna play minecraft im so excited...is this fic bad guys..is it bad. i am i lowkey losing my touch (no imnot pls dont leae ve me ) PONYBOY CURTIS thinks that you should never feel guilt for something you can't control. He doesn't really understand that you don't know it however, and it wasn't until he found you crying to realize that was actually a point of insecurity for you. He then makes it a point to always hold your back and make sure that you're not uncomfortable or feeling guilty. He's happy to ask people to repeat themselves over and over if you can't hear them. JOHNNY CADE has actual super good hearing. For some reason he's got really sharp ears. Its a struggle adapting to such different abilities in a relationship but you wouldn't have it any other way. He's always watching your back because of his advanced hearing, alerting you when there's people or cars and such. He never wants you to feel guilty for yourself so he makes sure to speak loud and clear to you and to repeat or ask people to repeat things. SODAPOP CURTIS loves to talk, but he finds no issue with your hard of hearing. He's just as happy as to talk louder as to just talk in general. He loves you way too much to give a shit about that. If you can't hear what people are saying he'll ask them to repeat it. You guys have a sign for when you want him to ask it. STEVE RANDLE also lowkey can't hear either. He's just as clueless as you to what people say, although most of that is his ignorance. It's a lot less embarassing when your boyfriend looks crazy too. You always have to ask each other "what did you say?" so much that Two Bit jokes that you say it more than you say "I love you". TWO BIT MATHEWS loves to repeat himself anyways, so having you around doubles as an excuse! He likes to repeat himself in different way because it was a habit he picked up from taking care of his sister. He has to persuade her to do things by phrasing it correctly. He never wants you to feel guilty and remembers to remind you if you start spiraling. DARRY CURTIS already yells around the house because of Pony and Soda getting into trouble. The volume in the Curtis house is always pretty loud except when its their family dinner, so you can always hear pretty well. He makes sure no one ever makes you feel a slightest bit bad for your hearing aid even going as far as to bribe Dallas with a new pack of cigarettes to keep his path away from you. DALLAS WINSTON is also lowkey hard of hearing because of his many head injuries spanning the whole 17 years of his damned life. He pretends he can hear things sometimes or tries to play it off nonchalantly, but he secretly can hear almost nothing! He tries to teach you how to play it off, but you genuinely need to be able to hear things so he ends up looking a little silly, but he forgives you because he cant bear seeing you upset for some reason.

[v7lgar]

Jegulus soft porn pls

i honestly don't know how soft porn works but jegulus intimate af while fucking. like u can't seperate them, they become one and all limbs and no bones. melting into each other and drinking the desire at the same time as if it's the last thing they could taste from each others lips. they need more and when it comes to them they're always greedy and needy. it's a never ending saga fr