#shameless eavesdropping

[broitsf-ckingfreezing]

Continuing This With Things That Have Been Said in MY Classes

(It is literally the FIRST WEEK of the semester)

Ahsoka: Do you think I should just steal Master Obi-Wan’s report, change some words around, and put my own signature on it?

Anakin: Been doing that for years.

Ahsoka: What?

Anakin: What?

Ahsoka: …

Anakin: I won’t snitch if you won’t.

Padawan!Anakin: I bet Master Qui-Gon wouldn’t have made me take poetry

Obi-Wan: Qui-Gon Jinn is literally the reason poetry is a mandated course now because he was pissed Dooku made him choose it as an elective.

Kit Fisto: I didn’t mean to go on a 20 minute tangent about the gang-r*pe habits of dolphins, but I swear it’s relevant——

Mace Windu: Fucking HOW?!

Obi-Wan: Anakin, you know every Master in the temple knows you’ve been using the Protocol Droids to write your essays, right?

Pada!kin: …

Quinlan: Honestly, everyone tries it at least once, I’m just surprised it took you three years.

Pada!kin: How long did it take you?

Quinlan: Idk, like a week?

Obi-Wan: He still does, the Council just pretends not to notice.

Fox: Alright, 5 minute break!

Random Clone: Sir?

Fox, already running: caff time, caff time, caff time——

Alternatively…

Obi-Wan: Alright, 5 minute break!

Cody: Sir?

Obi-Wan, violently vibrating: tea time, tea time, tea time——

Obi-Wan: You know, I think my toe might honestly be broken but this tight ass shoe is keeping it together.

Cody: SIR?!

Obi-Wan: It’s pretty numb right now, so I’m good.

Cody: SHOULDN’T YOU GO TO MED BAY, SIR?!

Obi-Wan: Nah.

Quinlan, harassing Cody because Obi-Wan is busy: You ever bitten a motherfucker for calling you a bitch?

Cody: No.

Quinlan: Should try it some time.

Rex: You set the bar pretty low there for resorting to physical violence.

Quinlan: Tbf I’m down to throw hands literally 24/7 so the bar was actually pretty high on that one.

Welp. It's the end of the semester again, so...

Jedi Council (& Co.) as Things That Have Been Said in My Classes or Apartment

(very long post incoming)

Mace: Obviously this is God's favorite dinosaur

Plo: I will pardon the mime

Obi-Wan: If God punches you in the face, then you deserved it.

Shaak Ti: Did you just misgender my plant?

Sasee Tiin: Never give up on your dreams kids, but remember to lower your expectations.

Obi-Wan: Bless his FLIPPIN' soul

*During a training exercise* Mace: Do you have a girlfriend? Fives: No Mace: Well today you do Fives: Awesome, thank you

Obi-Wan: I'm running on happy thoughts and ibuprofen and I'm running out of both

Plo: Would you like to jaywalk with me?

Even Piell: You're going places, kid. Maybe jail.

Yoda: Willing to steal another, I am

Mace: You know what the best way to avoid Alzheimer's is? Caleb:...exercise? Mace: Die young

Shaak Ti: I'm not sure I would trust anyone with my baby. Especially not a man in tights.

Plo: Last time I got in trouble for using the word "quirky." Ahsoka: No, you got in trouble for applying it to the Trade Federation

Kit Fisto: I'm really glad that oranges are one of the foods that have peels. I mean, look at this thing. If it were just left on the tree it would be unusable. I'm kind of surprised more things don't have peels. Depa: I don't know, I feel like a lot of foods have peels Kit: Kit: Oh maker, you're right. This is blowing my mind. Name one food without a peel. Depa: Doritos Kit: You got me there

Ahsoka, struggling with homework: Brains are hard. Yoda: Hrm. Squishy, I thought they were.

Kit, sitting down between Anakin and Padme: Forget leave room for Jesus, leave room for Kit. Every relationship could use a little more Kit.

Depa: Welp. Made direct eye contact with THAT person out the window

Plo: Would you like to be my adopted daughters? Trace: I mean...sure? Plo: Great! You're in.

Anakin, picking a piece of strawberry up off the floor: Do I have to throw this away now or can I just rinse it off and eat it? Ahsoka: I think that's up to you. Obi-Wan: Risk-reward, Anakin. It's just a piece of strawberry. Anakin: Risk *pops strawberry into mouth* Obi-Wan: THAT'S NOT WHAT THAT MEANS

Quinlan: What the fo' shizzle is goin' on in the House of the Commons my dude?

Mace: There's something about putting artichoke on pizza that feels...unethical

Anakin: You're crazy Obi-Wan: I respect your choice Anakin: I don't

Depa: My onion is growing another onion Mace: Congratulations, you're a grandmother

Kit: It ended in a dance party. All the best movies end in dance parties, like Shrek, Shrek 2---

Mace: I am suspicious of the powders

Oppo Rancis: I can't think of his name. There was this senator, he lied and cheated his way into office--- Obi-Wan: Which one?

Depa: I put so much garlic in this it's hurting my eyes. I can't wait to eat it.

Obi-Wan: I'm having an existential crisis. Yoda: *plays Dancing Queen by ABBA*

[vikingsong]

WIP Wednesday (7/26/23)

Hushed voices drew Arthur out of his slumber. Eyes still tightly shut, he tried to remember why his face was smooshed against a book instead of his fluffy pillows. The fog of sleep thinned, revealing the memories of the language curse and the fruitless search for a cure. His neck ached as though he’d been on patrol, sleeping on nothing but unforgiving rocks and inconveniently-placed tree roots. Of course, he had no intention of admitting that to anyone, least of all Merlin. He squeezed his eyes shut against the slivered rays of dawn that filtered in through the east-facing window. Before he had mustered the courage to lift his head and continue his research, his attention was drawn to the murmuring voices that had woken him. Feigning sleep, he listened with morbid curiosity as the two traitors discussed Arthur’s fate.

“How early did you go out this morning?” Merlin asked with an audible yawn. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Gaius hummed disapprovingly. “You had fallen asleep on Galen’s De ossibus ad tirones. If you thought reading that was relevant to the situation, then I know you were too tired to be thinking clearly.”

“It could be relevant!”

There was a pause. Arthur could almost hear Gaius’ skeptical eyebrow over the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth.

Merlin sighed. “I mean, I’d read every other book we have in here. I figured it couldn’t hurt.”

A ladle clinked against a pot, followed by the double clunk of bowls being set on the table by the hearth. A bench creaked, and the smell of porridge drifted through the chamber.

“Did you find anything useful?” Gaius asked.

“In that book? No.”

“And the rest?”

“Also no.” Merlin sighed again. “Did you find anything in the library?”

“I did not find anything useful, either. Not even in the collection of books Geoffrey had…preserved.”

There was a thunk, and Merlin’s reply was muffled. “Of course not. That would be too easy.”

Arthur’s head was already on the table, or he would have added a thunk of his own.

A bench squeaked. “Wait,” Merlin said, voice unmuffled, “did you go through the books in the secret room, too?”

Gaius hummed. “No, not yet. I had forgotten about that collection.”

The scrape of spoons against bowls resumed. Merlin replied around a mouthful of porridge, “I’ll look after breakfast.”

“No, you won’t. You’re going to do the morning deliveries first.”

“But—”

“People still need their medicines, Merlin. You know that.” Gaius’ tone softened. “Those books have been gathering dust for more than twenty years; they can wait for one more hour.”

“But Arthur can’t.”

“Arthur is still sleeping. Finish your porridge.” Ignoring Merlin’s grumbling, Gaius continued, “I was surprised to see Arthur here.”

“Me too.” Merlin sighed. “I…I don’t understand it. It’s clear he doesn’t want to be here, but he’s actually helping. Or trying to, at least. But I still don’t know what he’s going to do with me when—if—I break the enchantment.”

“That would be a difficult conversation even without the language barrier.”

“I don’t think it’s the language barrier; I understand most of what he’s saying. It’s more what he’s not saying.”

“How do you mean?”

“For a moment, it seemed like he was my friend again. He ordered me to get some sleep while he read.” The spoon clunked in the bowl. “But when I woke up, he yelled at me.”

“That could mean anything. He yells at you daily, cursed or not.”

Merlin huffed a sardonic laugh. “I’m well aware, thanks.” His tone sobered. “This was different. I told him it was my fault that Morgana turned out so twisted.”

“Why would you tell him that?” Gaius demanded, aghast.

“Because he asked,” Merlin said simply. “I’m tired. I’m tired of lying. Tired of hiding. He knows about my magic now, so there’s no point in lying anymore.”

“You didn’t have to start with that,” Gaius countered.

“I don’t care.” The bench scraped across the floor as Merlin shoved it back and rose. “I don’t want to lie anymore. I never wanted to lie. Not to him. Not to Morgana, either.”

“It wasn’t your fault. You mustn’t blame yourself; you had no choice.”

“That’s not true,” Merlin replied, crossing to the sideboard. There was a splosh followed by the sound of Merlin scrubbing his bowl with more force than necessary. “I did have a choice, but all the options were bad. It was the lesser of two evils, but it was still evil.”

Gaius sighed, and the weight of many years hung heavy on his words. “She chose Morgause over Camelot. You did what you had to do to save Camelot, to save Arthur.”

“I know. I just…” The rough scrubbing paused. “I’m tired of only having bad options, I guess.”

[nanaslutt]

The wrong place at the wrong time

snopsis: you walk in on a particularly interesting facetime between gojo and geto in which gojo tries to convince geto that the prostate is magical thing, but he needs your help in convincing him

contains: fem reader, sub!gojo, geto is on the phone while you and gojo fool around, dirty talk, prostate milking, anal fingering, hand job, masturbation, bisexual satosugu

MDNI

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..."You what?" You stopped in your tracks in the hallway in front of Gojo's bedroom, staring incredulously at the white-haired man lying on his back, one knee propped up, his arm outstretched above him, Geto's face filling up the phone screen. "Oh? Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?" Gojo asked, covering his mouth as he snickered behind his hand.

"Your door is wide open and you practically just screamed at the top of your lungs that you've fingered yourself before, was I not supposed to hear that?" You asked, your face scrunching at your own words as if you couldn't even believe what you were saying.

"I don't care if you hear~" Gojo cooed, his hand dropping back down to his chest. "Is it really that surprising?" Geto's voice chimed in through the speaker on Gojo's phone. "What's that mean?" Gojo chipped, turning his neck to pout at the dark-haired man, his soft hair falling graciously against the sheets around his head.

"I think he means you're shameless, Satoru." You said, crossing your arms over your chest, leaning against his doorframe. Gojo smirked, unable to deny your words. "You always have been one to talk brazenly about your endeavors in bed... like you were just doing." Geto agreed, his deep voice coming out smooth and sultry through the phone.

"Well, you asked if I had any ways to spice up your alone time... since you're too scared to go find a hookup~" Gojo outted the man, resulting in a tsk from the speaker. You shouldn't be standing in the doorway still, but this conversation was too intriguing to walk away from.

"I didn't mean fingering my ass, save that for the people who really love it. Like you, apparently." Geto deadpanned. Gojo sat up in his bed, his hand placed behind him as he held his phone out in front of him, pouting at his best friend. "It really does feel good, I'm telling you It'll change your life~" Gojo cooed, raising his eyebrows at the dark-haired man.

"I bet my roomie can attest too, I hear you whimper through these thin walls late at night when you think I'm asleep," Gojo revealed, turning his head to look at you. Your jaw dropped, words failing to find your tongue as you stared at him dumbfounded. Yeah, you absolutely should've minded your business.

"W-what the fuck?" You stuttered, feeling your cheeks heat up at Gojo's unexpected words. You heard Geto laugh through the phone, followed by a quiet "Does she really~?"

"Since when was this conversation about me now?" You said, your face scrunching in displeasure as embarrassment flooded your body. How was all of the attention suddenly on you? "It's okay, everyone gets horny, so no need to feel all shy about it~ You sound really cute anyways, you have nothing to worry about."

A loud groan fell from your lips, your hands uncrossing to cover your face, your displeased noises becoming muffled from how hard you pressed your hands to your face. Geto's laughter became hysterical at your dismay. You felt a headache start to come on.

"Heh~ further proves my point though, fingering yourself feels good Suguru~ I don't want you to come crying to me when you're 80, complaining about how you wish you would've tried it when you were in your prime," Gojo said, raising his chin smugly.

"With your eating habits, you'll be lucky if you break 60." Geto quipped, "Anyways, I wouldn't even know where to start." He confessed, Geto's voice coming through softer, honest. A sinister smile formed on Gojo's face as Geto's words reached his ears, an idea popping into his head. His eyes falling on you made your body tense where you stood, wondering why he was looking at you again. You thought you had successfully escaped being the center of attention.

"Wanna help me show Geto how good your prostate can feel?"

The words fell from your roommate's lips as nonchalantly as he had just asked what you wanted for dinner. You kept your hands over your face, your fingers cracked over your eyes so you could see him. You felt a blossom spread in your tummy at his proposition, what did that even mean? How would you have any involvement in this? You didn't even have a prostate.

You felt your heart rate pick up, the organ beating faster in your chest as you stood underneath his awaiting gaze, trying to wrack your brain for the right words to say. Your eyes darted around the room as you tried to escape his eyes long enough to think of a reasonable reply.

You and Gojo have lived together for 2 years now. The two of you practically joined at the hip, courtesy of Gojo who had no concept of personal space and hated being alone. Gojo liked to refer to your personal space as 'our personal space' you had grown used to it.

The childish man could be obnoxious and crass sometimes, but he also had a strange sort of charm to him. He was very observant of your needs, and somehow always knew what you were thinking. Not to mention he was undoubtedly easy on the eyes, no matter how annoying he was--and you would be lying if you said a few of those nights you spent alone in your room with just your fingers to keep you company that Gojo had referred to; hadn't featured said man in your fantasies as you fucked yourself.

After going over these facts and losing yourself in your own mind as you did so, you decided on what you were going to say back to Gojo. Snapping back to reality by dropping your hands to your sides and making unsure eye contact with Gojo, you spoke. "H-how would I help?" You didn't realize that those very words had sealed your fate.

—

"D-deeper cmon~ touchin' me like you're scared I'm gonna break or something." Satoru teased, wiggling his ass back into you. You felt your face heat up at his words. Well sorry... I've never exactly fingered someone's ass before, excuse me if I'm a little tentative... you shot back in your head, opting to just bite your lip and take his jab in the world outside of your head.

Gejo had placed his phone on his five-foot tripod on the side of the bed, giving Geto a perfect view of Gojo who was laid face down ass up, with you sitting on your knees behind him, a bottle of lube by your thigh, the cap was still undone in case you needed more. Your finger was about halfway into Gojo's ass, slowly and shallowly pumping into him. He was right, you were afraid he was going to break, afraid that if you moved too suddenly, you would hurt him.

The camera was angled near the end of the bed so Geto could also see Gojo's hungry little hole swallow up your fingers, making him palm his large hand over his cock at the sight of it pulsing around you. "You listening Suguru?" Gojo breathed, his head lying against the sheets, and turned to the side so he could see Geto staring at him, and a little sliver of your blurry, shy face.

"Oh, I'm listening," Geto responded, squeezing his hand over his tip as he spoke. He didnt want Gojo to know how much this was affecting him; watching his best friend get fingered by his cute roomie; so he kept his camera on his face for now, keeping the minstrations on himself to himself.

"G-good... you better take it all in for when you try this later~" Gojo cooed, confident that Geto would actually try this. Geto nodded, jerking his hand over his clothed cock harder as he pretended to listen to his words. A choked moan from you brought the attention you detested so much to be centered on you once more. "You okay there?" Geto's voice chirped teasingly through the phone, his eyes taking in your flustered face.

"It's... It's in." You whispered, your words barely being loud enough to be heard through the phone. "Your finger?" Geto asked you, keeping his voice and face monotone as he slid his hand underneath the band of his sweats, his growing arousal needing more than over-the-clothes touching to be satiated.

You nodded, a deep blush spreading across your face as you relished the feeling. Gojo was so tight around you, even tighter than your cunt felt when you touched yourself. "Yeah, I can feel it too, so stop teasing me and move it already~" Gojo groaned, pushing his hips back against your finger, slick from the abundance of lube you used.

You swallowed hard watching Gojo fuck his hips back against you, the motion only resulting in your finger jolting around slightly, not enough to give him any real stimulation. "O-okay." You mumbled quietly, before you pulled your finger out, and screwed it back in. Gojo breathed out through his mouth, relieved you were finally moving.

"How's it feel?" Geto chimed in, his hand now tentatively stroking over his cock, his sweats and boxers alike pulled halfway down his thighs. Gojo grumbled, pouting dramatically against the sheets before he spoke, trying to angle his head to look at you the best he could from his current position. "Feels like I have a finger in my ass," Gojo replied with a short giggle.

Geto hummed in response, tilting his head at his companion through the phone. "Though you were gonna show me how good your prostate feels?" Geto teased, slowing his strokes over his cock as he waited for the real action to happen, not wanting to blow his load too soon. "I would if my cute roomie started listening to me~" Gojo cooed, disguising his jab at you in his teasing words.

You knew he was immediately referring to how gently you were being. Curse you for being curdious of his most sacred place in all of his body. "Fine, you want it harder? Don't come crying to me if you get hurt." You said with a sigh, shaking your head. You placed your free hand on his ass, giving yourself some leverage before you started fingering him properly.

"Yeahhh~ Cmon, give it to me~" Gojo cooed, that annoyingly cocky tone laced throughout his voice. His unaffectedness to having your finger in his asshole made you want to wipe that smirk off his face and replace it with a more desperate look. You tried to be nice, but clearly, that wasn't what he wanted.

Geto watched you carefully as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth, readjusting yourself on your knees closer to Gojo before you pulled your finger out of his hole and grabbed the lube, spreading it across two fingers this time. "Hey, I said give it to me not pull out complete- ahh!" Gojo's complaint was short-lived when you thrust both of your fingers in his ass to the hilt all at once.

Gojo gasped against the sheets like the wind had just been punched from his lungs, his eyes wide as he stared at the wall in shock. "You're so impatient Satoru." You shot back, starting up a decent pace on his ass, your fingers colliding against him causing the fat of his ass to ripple under your hand as you held him steady. Geto laughed at how fast Gojo's expression changed from cocky to desperate, the sight making his cock twitch in his hand.

"A-ah- ah-" Gojo softly whimpered, his hands curling around the pillow under his head for comfort as you fingered him. Your pace now felt words better than your sloppy, slow one just seconds prior, but something was still missing. He needed you deeper, lower. Your fingers just barely ghosting over his prostate was not nearly enough, he needed you to jab directly into it, to abuse it with no remorse.

"Deeper baby, a little deeper," Gojo instructed, the teasing in his voice long gone, now replaced with a carnal need. "Angle your fingers down, curl them down like you're trying to touch my stomach." You quickly took his words into action, wanting to see him crumple under your hand. "You know all the tricks, huh?" Geto chimed in, wishing so badly he was there right now.

What would be his role? Would he be the one fucking his fingers into Gojo's ass while you sucked him off? Maybe he would have you lean forward so he could eat your pretty pussy out while you fingered Gojo, both options sounded delicious. His hand sped up as he lost himself in his fantasies, his free hand curling into the sheets as his eyes stayed glued on the two of you.

You angled your fingers down, towards his tummy like he had instructed, and jabbed your fingers in, curling them when your fingers fucked into his ass to the hilt. The guttural moan Gojo released sent shivers down your spine. "Oh fuck- right there, do that again-" He begged, his arms tightening around his pillow as he shamelessly wiggled his hips back against you, trying to get your fingers to hit that spot inside him again.

Your face scrunched in pleasure as you repeated the motion, feeling a walnut-shaped ball under your fingers each time you curled them inside him. "Ohmyfuckinggod-" Gojo grits through his teeth, his teeth clicking together each time his jaw opens and closes in pleasure. "That looks like it feels good, Satoru," Gojo smirked, the only tell of his arousal being how a light blush spread across his face. Pretty impressive considering how much he was leaking on his fingers from how hot he felt watching the show the two of you were putting on.

Gojo tried to open his mouth to respond but you had gotten more confident with his unabashed moaning, your fingers pistoning in and out of his tight ass, drilling straight into his prostate. "Ah- ah- ah-" The white-haired man moaned so prettily, all the sounds coming from his body being music to your ears. "Does that feel good, Satoru?" You ask, your words coming out more timid than you would've liked.

Your roommate nodded profusely, an adorable red blush spread across his cheeks as his eyes rolled back in his head from how good he was feeling. "So f-fucking good- Ngh- feels so- intense! Nghhhh-" Gojo whined, his words coming out choppy and slurred from the whines being fucked from his body.

“Oh fuck baby- fuck- fuck my ass baby ohmygod- harderrrr-“ Gojo slurred, whimpering into the sheets like some slut. You pressed your thighs together, your clit throbbing at his desperate show of his need for pleasure.

Geto pressed his lips together as subtly as possible, trying to appear unaffected as he rapidly jerked his hand over his cock, matching your pace inside Gojo's tight hole. His camera was shaking slightly with his movements, but he was feeling too good to care. The both of you were quite preoccupied anyway, it's not like you would notice his camera shaking anyway.

"Grab his cock pretty girl," Geto instructed, his eyes falling lower with his arousal, a warm heat flooding over his body. You looked over to the camera, making eye contact with Geto, who kept his unwavering eyes on yours, his eyes slightly glossed over with his arousal.

"Yeah- y-yeah, m-my cock, touch my cock-" Gojo jumped in, a drunken smile plastered on his face as he tried to look at you over his shoulder, his pink face nodding profusely. You looked away from Geto to look down between the white-haired man's legs, your eyes finding their target--being his long, thick cock that dangled heavily between his legs, a steady drip of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock each time your fingers hit his prostate.

"Been watching his poor cock leak since you started this, the tip is so red," Geto added, his voice failing to sound as unaffected as he would've liked. If Gojo was in the right headspace, he would've teased Geto at the fact that he just admits to staring at his cock throughout this whole endeavor, but alas, he was too busy drooling and whimpering against his sheets to tease anyone right now.

Blushing, you abandoned your hand that was placed on Gojo's soft ass to drop it between his legs. The second your lithe fingers wrapped around his neglected cock, his whole body jerked harshly, almost like it was trying to escape your hand. "Fuck-" Gojo grit, wincing at how sensitive his cock was from being neglected for so long.

"Oh shit, bet it's sooo much right now, huh?" Geto asked his best friend. Gojo's eyes found Geto's through the phone screen, tears welling up in his pretty blue eyes as you immediately fell into a quick rhythm, your hand jerking over his length at a pace that matched the one inside him. Gojo could only nod pathetically, his face scrunching in pleasure as your hand focused on his tip, jerking over the sensitive red head quickly, causing cute squelches to echo throughout the room.

"You're so wet, Satoru." You whispered in awe, your mouth dropping into a small o as you milked his cock, the pool of pre-cum on his sheets between his legs making it look like he had already cum several times--you had no idea how he still had so much to give.

Gojo's body jerked around, the tears that had welled up in his eyes finally fell down his rosy cheeks, over the slope of his nose, and joined together on his pillow. "Fuck- please p-please- Nghhh- A-ah-" He didn't know what he was begging for. He was unsure if he wanted you to stop, or give him more. All he knew is that it was all so fucking overwhelming; having everyone's attention on him.

"Talk to us Satoru, how's it feel?" Geto asked, his words coming out more like begs as he felt himself steadily approach his orgasm, his hand focusing on his tip just like yours was doing on Satoru's. "I- I don't know I- fuck it's so much- too much-" Gojo answered, his eyes twitching and rolling back in his head.

You showed no mercy, jerking your hand faster over the entire length of his cock you stood on your knees and pistoned your fingers into his prostate more directly with the new leverage, resulting in Gojo's ankles crossing and kicking up at the intense pleasure. "I thought you wanted it rough? Do you take it back? Want me to stop?" You asked teasingly, knowing you weren't going to let up even if he begged you to stop.

"No! Nonono don't stop p-please don't stop-" Gojo cried, his head jerking against his satin pillowcase as he fought through the intense pleasure, his body jerking and spasming without his permission. "He's a fucking mess, look what you did~" Geto laughed, his dick twitching with interest at Gojo's teary, drooling face.

"Ahhh- ah- right there- keep f-fucking me right there-" Gojo gasped, his hands digging into his pillow as his eyes squeezed shut, his orgasm welling up in his tummy. "I think he's gonna cum pretty, is his cock twitching?" Geto asked, knowing very well what the telltale signs of a man's orgasm were.

You nodded, Gojo's cock was throbbing profusely in your hand, and his tight hole was squeezing more consistently around your fingers as well, almost like a heartbeat--it was so cute. "Oh yeah, you're gonna cum aren't you Satoru? Gonna cum from a few fingers in your ass? Hmm?" Geto teased, taking a sharp inhale in through his teeth as his own hand sped up, his cock twitching in his hold.

Satoru nodded, unable to voice his thoughts. Unable to scream from the top of his lungs, "Yes! Yes, I'm going to cum!" Instead, his jaw fell completely slack, drool pooling out of his mouth and onto the sheets as you worked him right up to his orgasm.

"Me too, look at me Satoru, look at me." Just moments before Satoru was pushed over the edge from your merciless fingers, he cracked his teary eyes open and was faced with Geto's long cock filling up the expanse of the phone screen, his massive hand jerking quickly over his length, making it almost look blurry from how fast he was going.

The visual of his best getting off to his ass being pummeled was all Gojo needed to be pushed off the edge. With a high-pitched cry of your name, his shaky hand shot back to grip your wrist as the first rope of his orgasm shot out of his cock, adding to the pool of his cum already between his legs, soaking into the sheets.

His hole squeezed tightly around your fingers, acting as if he was trying to snap them off, keeping them deep inside him. “Don’t stop- D-don’t stop” He begged pathetically, his wrist being dragged with you as you kept thrusting into him, working him through his high.

You moaned with him in awe as his body was wracked with tremors, threatening to collapse against the sheets. “I won’t, I got you Toru, I got you.” You consoled, paying special attention to his tip as you milked him for all he was worth.

Gojo’s thick cum made a mess of your fingers. Most of his hot cum landed on the bed sheets, but when someone cums as much as he does, it only makes sense that you got some on your fingers.

“Oh fuck- so pretty-“ Geto groaned, his jaw muscles clenching under the weight of his teeth as he came. You and Gojo both watched as white streaks of cum landed on Geto’s abs and thighs, the squelching on his own cock got louder as his cum acted as lube over his cock, increasing the already messy slick on his length.

“I didn’t realize you were getting off to this Geto.” You said, your chest heaving with your own arousal as your eyes flit back and forth between Gojo’s tight hole and Geto’s cock on the screen.

Through his groans, you heard him laugh as you watched him wring out his cock, making sure all of his cum had released from his cock. “How could I not? You guys are so fucking hot.” His gruff voice spoke, the camera flipping back to his handsome face.

You and Gojo both silently mourned the loss of the view of Geto’s cock. Although it was fairly hard to be disappointed when his pale face came into view his cheeks dusted in a deep pink, sweat beading on his forehead, his chest heaving as he tried to recover from his orgasm.

“H-hey-“ Gojo whined, his strength returning to his body as he gripped your wrist he had a hold of, signaling you stop moving inside him. You mumbled a quick ‘sorry’, you had gotten distracted watching Geto cum, forgetting you were pleasuring your handsome roommate underneath you.

You slowly pulled your fingers out of his ass, Gojo whined dramatically at the loss, his hole clenching around you in sensitivity. “You don’t wanna let me go, do you?” You giggled, your fingers finally slipping free of his tight hole.

“Fuck no~” Gojo giggled, the cloudiness slowly clearing from his brain, allowing his signature snarkiness to come back to him. Geto laughed as he set his phone down, you watched out of the corner of your eye as he wiped his softening cock clean with a towel.

“Suguru~” Gojo called in a singsong voice, his body collapsing on his side, his cock twitching limply against the sheets. Your hands rubbed along his thighs as he relaxed into the bed, noticing how a cute red flush was also dusting along his thighs and shoulders. Adorable.

“Were you paying attention? You have to admit that looked nice, right~?” Gojo asked teasingly, raising his eyebrows at the dark-haired man through the screen. Gojo’s ability to bounce back from even the most intense prostate orgasm was astonishing.

“I think it looks nice on you, sure.” Geto laughed, throwing the towel he used to clean his cock to the floor, grabbing his phone back in his hand as he laid back against his bed, throwing his arm behind his head.

Gojo pouted, rolling on his back to look at you for help with puppy eyes. “What are you looking at me for?” You asked, sitting back on your heels as you jerked your head back, looking around the room for anyone else Gojo could be looking at.

“I thought you were gonna help me convince himmm.” Gojo drawled, his arms pushing himself up to sit on his ass as he reached out for you. You blushed as you let him pull you into his arms, your hands falling on his chest with a surprised noise as you sat on his thighs, just under his cock.

“I could only do so much you know…” You said, avoiding his eyes as his hands made a home on your upper thighs, stroking the skin teasingly. “Maybe you should‘ve cried a little harder!” Geto chimed in, winking into the camera.

Gojo pouted, wiping his hands over his still-wet cheeks to rid the evidence of Geto’s teasing. “So all of that was for nothing then?” Gojo asked, looking between the two of you incredulously, his hand that had whipped at his cheek slapping back down onto the skin of your thigh.

“No, not nothing,” Geto said, looking smugly into the camera. You and Gojo looked to Geto confused, waiting for him to elaborate. “I discovered how bad I wanna fuck you both. That’s not nothing, right?” Geto revealed nonchalantly, making you and Gojo’s jaws drop in tandem.

You felt your face heat up at his confession. Maybe you hadn’t convinced Geto to play with his ass just yet, but you had unknowingly convinced him to play with something even better.

[daisynik7]

Make Me Sweat

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~2.5k

cw: written with a curvy reader in mind, canon-divergent (post-Shibuya but a happy one), all characters are 18+, explicit language, smut – cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spit play, PIV sex (cowgirl position, mating press), breeding kink, praise kink, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, good girl), creampie 

Summary: With the start of the new year, you make it one of your resolutions to become more active. You begin at your apartment's fitness center, where you run into your muscle head, loud-mouth next-door neighbor, Aoi Todo. He offers his gratuitous advice, annoying you at first. But when he suggests a particular kind of workout, it piques your interest enough that you can't refuse.

Author’s Note: I used metric units (kg) to describe the weights. Also, I am no expert in lifting so please take all of this with a grain of salt LOL. I just know that canonically, these characters are fucking STRONG. I stopped with the tag list on this one bc technically this was a bonus fic and I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to be tagged in these. With that, please enjoy some shameless smut about our favorite JJK himbo! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

part 6 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

When you said you wanted to start exercising more, you weren’t expecting this: being bounced up and down your next-door neighbor’s impressively huge cock. Yet, here you are, getting pounded with your ass slapping lewdly on his thighs. His big hands dig into the sides of your belly, his lips on the skin of your neck, voice gruff and husky.  “Told you, didn’t I?” 

Let’s rewind to a few hours earlier.

You haven’t been prioritizing yourself lately; your obligations during the day drain all the energy from you and your bed is always so enticing for a nap. When the new year approaches, you make it one of your resolutions to be more active. The gym in your apartment complex is finally open after being renovated the past three months and now, there’s really no excuses when the opportunity is just five floors below you. Your forego your usual nap and suit up in your favorite workout clothes, heading down the elevator to the fitness center. 

Luckily, it isn’t crowded; the only other people inside are Aoi Todo, your neighbor, and his pink-haired buddy, Yuji. They’re both at the weights section, Yuji doing squats with the barbell while Todo spots him, yelling at him encouragingly. “Come on, brother. Hold it, hold it! You got this!”

Yuji grunts, holding the deadlift for as long as possible, eventually dropping it to the floor with a loud thud. Todo claps emphatically, beaming at him. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

You smile to yourself, amused at Todo’s contagious enthusiasm. When he notices you, he gives you a nod, which you return, slightly embarrassed for being caught watching. 

Have you mentioned yet how fucking ripped he is? Today, he wears a loose tank, arm holes cut low to show off his extraordinary physique. Arms bulging with muscles, an incredibly large chest, a well-defined eight-pack. He’s built like a Spartan warrior, ready for battle, destined for victory. It’s impossible to ignore a body like his, even more impossible to ignore his eccentric attitude, which gets on your nerves when you have to listen to his noisy demeanor on the opposite side of the wall. 

The cardio section is on the other side of room, so you make your way to one of the treadmills, setting the level to a walking pace for a quick warm-up. Before you put your headphones in to listen to music, you eavesdrop of their conversation, observing them from your peripheral. 

“Good shit, brother,” Todo says, massaging his shoulders affectionately.

Yuji scratches his head, grinning. “Still got work to do to match my PR. After Shibuya, my strength hasn’t been the same.”

“You’re still the strongest fucker I know. Besides me, of course,” Todo adds, chuckling. “Spot me before you go.” 

They replace the already notable weights with what you suspect are heavier ones. Yuji whistles through his teeth. “300. You’re losing your touch, don’t you think?” he teases, nudging him in the ribs.

Todo digs into a container of powdered chalk, coating his fingers with it. “I’m taking it easy today. Don’t want to over-exert myself in case something exciting happens later.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He grabs on to the barbell, smirking. “I don’t know yet. We’ll see.” Maybe it’s your imagination, but you can almost swear that his eyes meet yours for a split second in the reflection of the mirror. 

You continue to observe as Todo easily deadlifts 300 kg, as if it weighs nothing to him, repeating this ten times without breaking a sweat.

Yuji laughs, helping him rerack. “That’s crazy.”

Todo pats his back. “You’ll get there soon, brother. Once you’re fully recovered, you’ll be lifting more than me, I’ll make sure of that.” His unwavering support is actually endearing. Sure, he can be obnoxious, but this side of him is charming. 

Unfortunately, this sentiment doesn’t last long. Once Yuji leaves, Todo decides to choose the treadmill right beside you, purposefully neglecting the surrounding unoccupied cardio machines. You’re still at a walking pace, eyeing him suspiciously as he stands there, blatantly watching you with a cocky grin. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Avoiding his gaze, staring at the console in front of you, you mutter, “Excuse me, but I’m trying to focus here.”

“Focus on what? Walking?” he scoffs, leaning on the handrail nearest to you. “You’re not going to get far if you keep going at a snail’s pace.”

You roll your eyes, finally looking at him. “So what do you suggest, Oh-Wise-One?”

It’s meant to be sarcastic, but of course, he thinks you’re genuinely asking. “You’ve got to alternate between high intensity and low intensity. Sprint for thirty seconds, then walk for a minute to cool off. Then repeat. Simple as that.”

As much as you appreciate the gratuitous advice, you’re already familiar with high intensity interval training. You’re just nervous to actually do it, not confident in your running abilities. “I’m not a good runner,” you admit. 

“I’m sure that’s not true. Come on, show me what you got.” He crosses his arms over his pecs, waiting. 

Deciding it’s better to relent to him rather than argue, you brace yourself, upping the speed so that you’re doing an easy jog. 

“You can do better than that!” he hollers, reaching for the controls to increase the level, making the track move faster and faster. You’re sprinting full speed now, lasting about thirty seconds before you swat him away, tugging at the emergency shut off cord to stop it. 

You catch your breath, glaring at him, sweat starting to bead on your forehead. "What the fuck, are you trying to kill me?!"

He’s unfazed by your outburst and oblivious to the asshole move he made. “Don’t be so dramatic. You did great. You have really nice form.”

You don’t let his compliments dissuade you from being angry at him. “You can’t just do that without any warning. I’m still getting used to all this.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I won’t do that again.” He watches you take long sips from your water bottle, scanning your figure up and down. A coy smirk spreads across his face. "You know, if running ain't your thing, there are other workouts we can try that might suit you better."

You continue to drink, gradually regaining your composure. "Like what?"

He leans in close to you, breath hot on your ear. "Sex."

You choke on your water, using your towel to wipe the mess. Ready to give him an earful, he hops off the track, walking towards the exit. "If you want to work up a real sweat, you know where to find me. I promise to make it worth your while.”

And with that, he's gone, leaving you speechless. And intrigued. 

~~~

After dinner, you take a long shower, Todo’s unconventional suggestion replaying continuously in your mind. You’re almost certain it’s a ridiculous joke, though the more you analyze it, the less ridiculous it seems. In fact, by the time you’re drying off in front of the mirror, checking your reflection carefully, you’re seriously considering it. You’re not particularly tired from earlier, so maybe you have room for one more workout. And hey, if the offer still stands, why not take it?

You slide into a different pair of leggings, one that shows off your curves, and slip on a t-shirt, fulling prepared to exercise. In your running shoes, you walk the few steps next door and knock twice. When he doesn’t answer within the first ten seconds, panic sets in and you’re tempted to turn on your heel to retreat. Before you can, the door swings open and you’re greeted by Todo’s bare bust. He smirks, not at all surprised to see you standing in front of him. “Hey.”

Swallowing the thick saliva gathering on your tongue, you let out a meek, “Hello.” His enormous frame towers over you and you can’t help but salivate at the sight of him. You always assumed he’d be the type of guy to walk around shirtless in his apartment. Not that you’re complaining.

He beckons you inside, closing and locking the door shut behind him. “Can’t stop thinking about it, huh?”

You roll your eyes at him, cracking a smile simultaneously. “Well, it’d be rude to turn down such a generous offer, right?”

He lets out a small laugh, stepping towards you, gripping at your hips to pull you into him. “I knew you were a smart girl.”

You’ve severely underestimated how much bigger he is than you until this moment, as you peer up at him eagerly. “Todo.”

He bows his head down, mouth grazing your ear. “Aoi.”

“Aoi,” you repeat, breath hitching. 

“Good girl,” he praises, making you shudder with anticipation. “Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You paw at his chest, admiring his sculpted muscles, pressing your fingers into them without even making a dent. “I want you to give me that workout you promised me.”

“Yeah?” he croons, his noticeable erection strained in his sweatpants. “You want this fat fucking cock, don’t you?”

He’s as vulgar as you imagined he’d be and it only spurs you on. You link your arms around his neck, on your tippy-toes to meet him for a kiss. Instead, he hoists you up, holding you with his hands below your ass, your legs wrapped around his waist. His boner throbs as you buck your hips on him, desperate for friction on your aching clit. “You feel it, don’t you?” he purrs, grinding you against him. “That’s all for you.”

He carries you into the bedroom, kissing you sloppily with his massive tongue invading your mouth. When he can’t take it anymore, he tosses you onto the mattress, stripping his clothes off swiftly, you doing the same. He crawls on top of you, ogling your naked body, a lustful gleam in his expression. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“You’re so fucking big,” you blurt out in response, not knowing a better word to describe him. Because everywhere you look, Aoi Todo is big. Big biceps, a tremendous torso, a huge fucking cock ready to fill you the fuck up. You spread your legs open for him, practically begging for him to fuck you. 

“Look at this perfect pussy,” he coos, face inching closer to your cunt. He hocks a thick wad of spit directly onto your clit, smearing it with his tongue. “So wet for me.”

You squirm beneath him, unable to control yourself. “Fuck, Aoi,” you swear, toes already curling from the sensation. 

“I’m going to make you come first. Make this pussy extra creamy for my dick. Is that okay, sweetheart?” He massages circles into your clit with his thumb, looking up at you from between your thighs. 

“Yes,” you whine, trembling with arousal.  

“Good girl,” he says again, and you realize how fucking sexy it is when he praises you like this. “Can I finger you too?” 

“Oh god, yes,” you moan, growing impatient, needy for whatever he’s willing to offer you. 

With his lips latched to your clit, he teases your entrance with his middle finger, slowly sliding deeper until he bottoms out. He adds another digit, pumping inside you while he sucks on your bud, tongue swirling around it. You rock your hips against his face, greedy for more. Todo hums, encouraging you, the vibrations spurring you on until it’s too much. You come for him after a few more strokes, gushing all over his face. You reach down to grab his hair, trying to pry him off you, but he’s obviously way stronger and more resilient. “One more,” he muffles, chin shiny with your slick, his tongue flicking your clit. “For me.” He flashes you a cocky smirk that makes him even more impossible to deny.

You throw your head back into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, hazy-eyed from the pleasure. The squelch of his fingers in and out of your wet cunt is obscene, combined with the shameless moans pouring out of you. After your second climax, or maybe it’s the third (you’ve lost count), he finally eases off you, slurping his digits clean to swallow up your juices. “You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” He strokes his cock in his fist, tapping the glistening head on your swollen clit. “It’s going to feel fucking amazing.”

You hum, the only response you can muster in this fucked-out state. 

“How do you want it, sweetie?” He lifts you off the bed, having you straddle his lap. “You want to ride me?” 

You nod, resting your head on his shoulder, yearning for anything. “Yes.”

“Fuck yeah,” he growls, slapping your ass before guiding his cock into your slippery cunt. You gasp, astonished by the extraordinary girth of him filling you up to the hilt. “You’re swallowing me up.” He spreads your cheeks apart, squeezing your ass in his grip. “That’s my girl.”

You gaze at him, pressing your forehead to his, sticky with sweat. “Fuck me,” you whimper, kissing him fiercely, completely enraptured by him.

He does, bouncing you on his lap, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you’re unraveling for him once more. “Told you, didn’t I? Told you I’d make it worth your while.”

Whatever semblance of rationale you had is gone. All you can think of is Todo’s manhandling you like a fucking rag doll, pliable and yielding to his every touch. Before you reconsider it, you spout the words, “Breed me,” wishing nothing more but to have his hot load leaking out of your cunt.

As if he wasn’t already feral enough, he most certainly is now, planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into you faster and harder. “That’s what you really want? You want my fucking seed in you? Oh fuck. I’ll give it to you, then. I’ll give it to you so fucking good.”

It happens quickly; you’re on your back again, folded nearly in half, knees to your chest, Todo fucking you in a mating press like his goddamn life depends on it. The mattress creaks noisily with each savage thrust he delivers. Sweat drips from his face onto yours as you kiss each other passionately, his massive body surrounding you as he floods your womb with his cum. “Fuck, milk it all out of me baby. That’s it. That’s my girl.”

You stay like this for a moment, allowing yourselves to catch you breaths and cool down. This really was a workout. Todo takes his time, reluctantly pulling out and watching his cum ooze out of you. 

“I can’t believe we did that,” you sigh, hiding your face in the pillow.

He gets comfortable beside you, giving you a smooch on the forehead. “Honestly, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“Really?” You look at him, cupping his cheek gently, wiping the perspiration off his brow with your thumb. 

He smiles, nuzzling into your palm. “Yeah.”

“Then maybe we should make this a regular thing,” you suggest as you snuggle into his arms. 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he agrees, embracing you.

And just like that, you have yourself a new and very, very personal trainer. 

[etheries1015]

Malleus X (Flirty and almost shameless) Reader - A...confession? Kind of?

warning: not really proof read, gender neutral reader

tw: None, maybe some second hand embarrassment BUAHA

"Prefect... I... I like you! I admire you, and I think you're so attractive and kind and you're always helping others-"

"I'm gonna stop you there. I'm flattered, I really am, and it takes a lot of courage to face your feelings like that. however I will let you know I am in fact in love with someone already, so I'm going to have to say no."

Malleus felt his heart drop into his stomach, he hadn't felt this way from such small words spoken by another person before. Before he knew it he found himself holding his breath, continuing to listen, hoping to hear you speak more in depth of this love you spoke fondly of. He continued to listen closely to the events transpiring before him, almost yearning for you to comfort his doubts.

"I-I see..." The other males voice said, cracking slightly, "well..I hope whoever they are...you're h-happy.." Another voice crack. He was defintently crying at this point. Foot steps scurried away from the dorm, as you let out a deep sigh and turned in the direction of the eavesdropper.

"Malleus, I can see your horns poking through the top of that pillar you 're attempting to hide behind. You're not very slick," you chuckled, to which Malleus revealed himself embarssingly from behind the pillar of the worn down building.

"...Apologies for eavesdropping, that's incredibly unbecoming of me. However, Who, might I ask, were you speaking about when you said you have someone else in your affections?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before looking up at him with a tilted head, a look of pure confusion before you said,

"Who else? Of course it's you, Tsunotaro."

Malleus could not hide the obvious shock at this revelation, green eyes wide and jaw slacked open as if he was trying to find the words to reply yet nothing was coming out for nothing felt right to say in this moment. You were so brazen to confess your affections were for the draconic prince of Briar Valley in such an uncouth and 'improper' way? Malleus almost laughed out loud at this.

You must have felt that something was off with your confession in the way Malleus reacted, and quickly tried to remedy yourself.

"Oh, but i'll make sure to show that my feelings are true! I just wanted you to know right away that nobody else has my sights, yeah?" You giggled nervously, "Okay, how about this, we pretend that absolutely none of this happened, and you meet me at ramshackle! I have a suprise for you!"

"...Shall I consider this an official invite?"

"Of course!" You smiled brightly, "I, (y/n), prefect of Ramshackle dorm hereby officially invite you, Malleus Draconia, to a date located tonight at 8PM in the Ramshackle garden. Got it?" The bell rang signifying it was time for classes to begin, you had walked away from the fae waving and calling out;

"Don't be late! Tonight, at 8PM! I'll be sad if you're not there!!"

Malleus watched as your lively figure skipped away, smiling to himself he couldn't help but burst out in laughter.

"How shameless of them!" He snickered to himself, "I shall indeed look forward to how tonight's events unfold."

Although incredibly straight forward and unable to hide yourself, it was truly one of the biggest charms Malleus was attracted to. You always knew how to surprise him, and he was certain you would be the one for him, blunt or otherwise.

~~~

slowly but surely getting through my 20+ drafts...some are in here from over a year ago bro...

[house-of-lovin]

safety net

Tara Carpenter x F!Reader

masterlist | over (1) | love language (2)

Summary: Tara Carpenter loved playing games with you. (inspired by safety net by ariana grande ft. ty dolla sign)

Warnings/Tags: toxic!tara, clueless!tara, mature language, implied sexual themes, mentions of violence and trauma.

Note: as promised THE LAST PART (woohoo😮‍💨) this was seriously a lot of fun and became a bit of a writing exercise using songs as prompts and trying to piece them together into a storyline. Thanks for all the comments, reblogs and feedback. They are so appreciated! Let me know what you guys think! <3

Word Count: 3.4k+

“You’re staring, again.”

Tara snaps her gaze back to the book on the table, ignoring her friends’ smug smiles. “Why don’t you just go up to her and apologize?”

“She doesn’t want to talk to me, trust me, I’ve tried.” Tara rolls her eyes. 

It’s been two weeks since that night at the party and you have been ignoring Tara. You spent the rest of spring break working at your uncle’s shop, avoiding the friend group, sans Mindy because you couldn’t exactly avoid someone you lived with. Tara attempted to give you space the following days and then reached out to you in hopes that you could talk and sort out the situation. Tara doesn’t want to lose you as a friend. 

“I’m not gonna apologize for something that wasn’t my fault, Mindy. Just because she caught feelings doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. But now she’s ignoring me?” Tara scoffs, “Well, some friend she is.” 

“God Chad’s right. You two are clueless.” Mindy’s nose wrinkled.

“She knows where to find me when she’s done being stubborn.” Crossing her arms, she glances back at you. You were sitting across the quad, on a bench surrounded by your other friends; laughing and talking, unfazed by Tara’s brazen staring. 

How were you not seeing her shameless looks?

She swallowed the pitiful lump in her throat as she continues to observe your carefree nature. 

“Weren’t you begging me to tell her to call you back like a week ago?” Mindy objected causing Anika and Quinn to snicker as they listen in, not bothering to pretend like they weren’t eavesdropping.

“Begging is a stretch,” She mutters weakly, picking at the corner of her book.

“Tara, why can’t you just admit that you want to be with her?” Quinn ponders, genuinely confused as to why you two are playing hopscotch around one another. Everyone could see how madly in love you two are.

It genuinely puzzled the friend group as to why it’s taking this long to get you guys to stop playing games.

They just wanted to see their friends together and happy, definitely not because of the growing bet pool. And not because it was getting increasingly expensive to wager in the bet the longer it ran because you two refused to acknowledge the clear feelings you have for each other. (It was starting to burn a sizeable hole in their wallets)

The brunette shakes her head defiantly, “We’re just hooking up.”

“You’re not acting like you guys are just hooking up.” Anika counters, “actually, you guys act more like a couple than me and Mindy sometimes.”

“No. We don’t,” She frowns.

“Yes you do and it’s gross,” The aforementioned girl interjects. “No one should be cuter than me and my girl.” She wraps an arm around Anika, leaning in to lovingly peck the girl’s cheek. 

“Y/N’s always bringing you coffee when you study with us at the library, even though her class is on the other side of campus.” Anika comments.

“She always loses on purpose when we play card games just so you can win,” Quinn adds.

“She laughs at all your lame jokes and obscure movie references – there’s no way you enjoy Suspiria as much as you say you do,” Mindy stated.

“Hey!” 

“Dude, she has a Spotify playlist titled with your name and heart beside it.” Mindy throws her hands up, feeling a bit fed up.

“Doesn’t mean anything, we share music all the time!”

“Tara, Y/N literally takes care of your plants when you complain about forgetting,” Quinn objects.

Tara’s still feeling persistent. “That’s not true.” 

Her dying plants have been on the mend these last few weeks and it’s definitely because she’s been paying more attention to them; placing the potted plants in a better area for sunlight and watering them more.

Quinn shoots her roommate a pointed look, “You were over-watering them, Tara. Y/N had to come over and change the soil. Did you even notice?”

No, Tara didn’t even notice. She was shocked at how much went over her head as her friends continue to list all the little things you do that, apparently, she’s been too blind to see. She glances back at you as you’re talking to a girl; smiling, unbothered. She recognizes her from her creative writing class – Tara didn’t know you two were close. Close enough for the girl to wrap a hand around your arm and lean into your ear something that the Carpenter can’t make out from the vast distance.

Tara’s eyes slither into tight fissures as she watches the random girl continue to make herself comfortable on you. Eventually, whatever she felt she had to whisper so close was over, but not before the girl planted a kiss on your cheek unsuspectingly. The Carpenter watches as you slightly jump from the contact, then eventually grant her a shy smile – the same smile you reserved for her. 

Tara feels an unpleasant drop in her chest because, for the first time since moving to New York, she allowed herself to finally feel everything she’s been burying.

It was suffocating, making her want to claw at her throat to get rid of the nasty sensation. Regardless of how much she swallowed in an attempt to get rid of the feeling, it only grew larger as it ached; begging to be acknowledged. Hastily, Tara stands up, gathering her things.

“Where are you going?” Her friends' questions were left unacknowledged as she footed it, not really sure where she was going; all Tara knows is that she had to get away before her friends see her break down. 

In her haste, Tara misses your concerned eyes tracking her disappearing figure.

●●●

Tara is choosing to ignore the world and her problems.

After that conversation with her friends, she ran home, plopped into her bed and hid under the covers for the remainder of the afternoon. She put on her favourite horror movies, hoping it would distract her from her thoughts of you. But her efforts proved to be fruitless. You tormented her thoughts regardless of how desperately she tried to drown them out. 

So, she sat there until bright blue skies turned navy and drove herself mad thinking about you.

Trust came sparsely for someone who was violently attacked by a deranged murderer. As much as Tara tried to push through the past and live as if nothing happened, it plagued her in her daily life. It revealed itself when a phone rang too loudly, near kitchen knives, or in dark areas – there were just certain experiences that were tainted by the memory of Ghostface. 

But then you showed up. She remembers opening the door to her apartment and there you were, standing behind Mindy with a $15 bottle of champagne and a poorly-wrapped throw blanket for the old couch to celebrate the Carpenter’s housewarming party (an attempt at some normalcy) with a shy smile and Tara was hooked. 

No matter how much she tried to distance herself, echoing sentiments that it’s a bad idea to get involved with someone so soon.

You lured her in, anyway.

It was in your tenderness that you had Tara wrapped around your finger.

Normally, the Carpenter would be annoyed with someone treating her like she was made of glass, but when it came to you; she knew it wasn’t out of pity. Your gentleness was welcomed with open arms because for once in her life, Tara finally felt like she didn’t have to be so brave all the time, at least, not when she was around you. 

She didn’t have to pretend her life was as put-together as she made it out to be. 

Because for once, someone had finally made her feel like she is worthy enough to stay for, to care for, and maybe to love. And that was terrifying because all anyone in her life had ever done is let her down and leave – Sam, her mom, her dad, Amber. So she kept you on a tight leash; taking control and leading. Never letting you close enough to see how she really feels about you. But there are cracks in the unsturdy walls she tries to put up, she’s not perfect. How can she resist you when you still willingly chased after her regardless of what she’s put you through – and how even through her harshness, you never lose your gentleness with her.

You create real balance and peace within her (not the fake one, she’s desperately fronting) and to someone who’s only known chaos and instability – that’s terrifying. So sue her, for being a little scared.

So, yes. 

Right now, Tara is ignoring everything around her because that realization is too big a burden to deal with.

She has her legs pulled up to her chest, the fuzzy blanket you gifted months ago, wrapped around her shoulders as she watches the TV from the couch; not really paying attention to the film. Her eyes begin to burn the longer she stares at the blue-lit screen causing a painful sting to her pupils. 

A terse knock on the front door startles her making her blink at the sound. 

Everyone was out for the night; Sam at therapy, Quinn at a hookup’s house and her other friends, all off doing their own thing. She wasn’t sure who could be at the door at this time. Cautiously, she stands to silently walk to the door – the pads of her naked feet connecting to the wooden floor litter goosebumps on her skin. Standing on the tips of her toes, Tara looks through the peephole.

She sees you shifting on your feet, glancing over your shoulder – looking unsure if you should even be there. 

Tara feels a pit forming in her stomach, but moves swiftly to unlock the door, opening it. 

“Hey.” She says softly, palm wrapped tight on the doorknob in an attempt to ground herself.

“Hi.” You rub a hand on the back of your neck.

“What–what are you doing here?” Tara sees you flinch, mistaking her tone for malice but you’re answering before she can correct herself.

“Mindy said you needed my help.” You drawl as if confused. 

Tara shares your confusion, brows drawing together. “I… don’t need help?”

You shake your head, clenching your jaw tight, “God dammit… I think she set us up.” 

“Oh.”

Rolling your eyes, “Yeah, oh. Look, that’s my bad, I’ll deal with her. You can go back to… doing whatever you were doing.” 

Tara sees you eye her attire glumly; an oversized shirt that covered her bare legs; assuming the worst. Her eyes immediately widened like saucers, grabbing your arm before you could leave. 

“No! That–that’s not��I’m home. Alone.” She clarifies. The word ‘alone’ taking a special raised and rushed tone. 

You scoff, pulling away from her, “good for you.”

“Can we talk?” Tara calls out, she can’t let you leave yet – despite her previous decision to ignore you and ignore her feelings. The longer you stood across from her, the more she realized just how much she’s missed you these last few weeks.

“No.” You continue to walk down the hall.

Tara grows desperate, running after you and grabbing your arm again to stop you from leaving. The concrete floors were rough on the soles of her feet. “Y/N, please.”

You turn, ready to yank your arm away from her grip but her watery eyes halt you; sympathy bubbling lowly in your chest and you curse inwardly at how easy it was for her to lure you back in. 

“Can y’all shut the fuck up? Some people are trying to get some sleep!” A voice interrupted, it was her neighbour, peeking his head a couple of doors down to yell at you two. He pops his whole body out when he sees Tara’s revealing figure, shooting her a lewd smile through his cigarette-tainted teeth,  “Oh hey, there.”

Tara feels you turn in her hold as your face drops – jaw clenching as you glare at her sleazy neighbour (who was at least in his late 40s judging by his greying hair) “Go back inside unless you wanna get fucked up and stop looking at her.” 

He stares back for a few seconds, debating if the challenge was worth his time. You move her behind you with a tug of an arm; blocking his view of her. Tara knows it's the wrong time but she couldn’t help but move closer; inhaling your familiar perfume. “Man, you’re not even worth my time.”

You wait until he shuts the door before facing her again, muttering under your breath. “Creepy motherfucker.” 

“Go back inside before anyone else comes out here begging for a show.” You tell her, lightly pushing her back to her door. But her hold on your arm tightens, “Not until you come inside and talk to me.”

You sigh, looking around the hallway in an attempt to buy yourself some time before you eventually gave in – tugging her inside the apartment.

Only once you were both inside did you pull away from her grip; Tara’s arm falling limply by her side. You look at her expectantly, “Well?”

Tara remains unmoving and silent, She curls into herself, leaning against the back of the couch just staring at you

You grow annoyed at her silence, running a hand on your face, “Tara you begged me to talk…” 

Still nothing from the Carpenter; she isn’t sure why she can’t say anything now that you’re standing in front of her. Maybe it was because she wasn’t ready to confront you and her feelings but as you stood there, about to leave, she knew she couldn’t let that happen. She wasn’t sure when she would see you again, this was the closest you’d been around her in the last few weeks. 

At this point, she was acting on pure impulse and heightened emotions.

“Unbelievable…” You mutter, grabbing the doorknob. She can feel practically feel the sharp snap in your patience as you try to leave, again.

“I don’t get you.” 

That stops you in your tracks, making you turn looking confused. 

“What?”

Tara begins to shake her head.

“I mean, I don’t get you… Like, why are you still here? Jesus, Y/N, you’ve been ignoring me but you still came here cause you thought I needed help. Even after all the petty shit I’ve been doing with those guys to fuck with you and after the party” She grabs at her hair; roughly tugging on it. “And even after all that, you still chase after me. Why!”

“Because I love you.” 

Tara inhales a sharp breath at your admission and how carelessly easily you said those words. Your brows furrowed like you looked genuinely confused by her question, it has Tara scoffing in disbelief. Unsure how you can still give her genuineness even after everything she’s done, she doesn’t deserve it.

“No, you don’t, you can’t. We’re just hooking up, it was just sex.” She denies, but a fog of tears is beginning to cloud her eyes. Even through the haze, she can see you approaching closer, holding a cautious hand out. 

“Maybe I am just a hook-up to you… but I didn’t just catch feelings for you. I’m not just falling in love with you, I already fell Tara. More like, I dove head-first without a life jacket,” You take the moment to chuckle dryly.

“And yeah, that wasn’t part of the plan but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself I didn’t tell you that there’s someone that wants to wake up and fall asleep beside you every day. Someone that wants to show you that maybe this time you don’t have to be so afraid to let someone in.” You shake your head, looking down for a brief moment of insecurity but you regain the passion in your eyes as you connect gazes.

“So, look me in the eyes and tell me that I’m just a hookup, and if you do. I’ll leave you alone – for good.” She desperately blinked away the tears as she attempts to meet your eyes to tell you that you are just a hookup, it is just sex, she doesn’t love you too. But when she meets your eyes, she sees tenderness again and suddenly her knees are buckling under her.

Her body doesn’t meet the ground like she expects it to. Instead, you grabbed her, wrapping a firm arm around her waist as you held her weight up. She can hear distant mutterings of comfort being whispered in her ear but nothing registers as she realizes that she’s starting to sob uncontrollably. 

“Baby…need you to breathe… ‘gonna make yourself sick.” 

She couldn't hear anything around her until her face is being pressed into soft fabric; clawing at it, in a desperate attempt to self-soothe. She’s having a panic attack. 

“Tara… Please, baby, you have to breathe–” You beg but Tara can’t hear you properly.

Nothing works until she feels you wrap her in a firm hug, still leaving her enough space so as to not feel suffocated. One arm around her waist, the other hand wrapped around her neck, as you rub soothing lines on her clammy skin. 

A few moments of silence pass until Tara feel the pressure in her chest ease as the ringing in her ears subsides. She gasps for air against your chest, coughing as a burning ache in her throat develops. The rubbing of lines on her neck turns into firm pats on the back as Tara continues to cough through her tears.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You shush her. Eventually, her coughs turn into occasional sniffles and deep breaths as you run fingers back up her hair comfortingly; giving her all patience she required.

“I’m sorry,” Tara says once she pulls her head off your chest, keeping a tight grip on your clothes.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Your eyes softened as you ran the pads of your thumbs to wipe away at her tear-stained cheeks.

She shakes her head in your grip, “Yes, I do. Even now, you’re still treating me so well. I don’t deserve it.” Her voice turns into a broken whisper as she finally allows herself to be vulnerable.

“Oh Tara,” You said so tenderly, “You deserve the world, baby. You’re amazing.”

“No, I’m not,” She shakes her head, beginning to pull away from you, not wanting to hear your words and how genuinely you believed it. 

You tightened your grip around her waist, preventing her from moving. “Yes, you are, if only you can see yourself the way I see you. Oh, Tara, you don’t even realize it. You amaze me, you make me want to be a better person, that’s what you do to me, that’s what you make me feel. Not the other stuff you’re saying.”

Shaking your head, passion raging in your eyes; eye contact with the smaller girl unwavering, “The way you care for everyone around you, and how you carry yourself despite everything you’ve gone through… Baby, it’s amazing to watch you be yourself. I know, I know… After Amber, it’s hard–” That makes Tara’s eyes widen, unaware you knew about her and her late friend. 

“–to trust people but, if you just gave me a chance and spared me an ounce of trust to let yourself fall… I promise I’ll be under there waiting with a safety net.” 

Tara examines your eyes, there was no ounce of dishonesty in them. But that’s to be expected, you’ve always been genuine with her, always up-front, and calling her out on her shit – with love. It was one of the things that made her fall for you. Where everyone around her treats her like she’s a porcelain doll, letting her get away with whatever she wanted – you stopped her, but always in a way that was more so loving and protective rather than overbearing and smothering.

The thudding in her chest begs for reprieve as her heart craves to be moulded with yours. Her heart wants to know what it was like to beat in tandem with you, to finally allow herself to be caught instead of trying (and failing) to hold herself up all the time. 

As Tara’s body caves in on herself, she pulls you down by the neck, unable to hide the content sigh that leaves her lips when your mouths meet in the middle. The kiss was sweet, passionate and firm; it poured out all love that words could never capture; where the tool of language proved to be invaluable in expressing her feelings. 

“I trust you…” Tara whispers when she pulls away, unable to school the smile breaking across her lips. You giggle, making her smile wider. For once the heaviness in Tara's chest feels bearable with you in her arms. 

No other words were exchanged as you two attempted to meet again for a kiss only to bump noses and miss because you two were beaming so wide.

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oh ho ho ho thank you very much. please enjoy this fluff piece from a nia pov

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nia considers it her duty as a good and loyal friend to keep a close eye on them. after all, who is gonna look after her reporter mentor and her reporter mentor's best-friend-but-maybe-something-else-if-they-would-just-admit-it-to-each-other, l-corp ceo. or, at least, that's what she says to herself to rationalize why she's clearly spying on her friends.

because what's happening now is that those two "friends" are spending time at this rooftop of a mid-tier bar that doesn't nearly have enough level of discretion for anything to show up on the front page of tabloids by tomorrow morning. and, to be honest, andrea will have her ass if catco doesn't end up getting the breaking scoop to the will-they-won't-they-will-they-already about this whole thing. which, like, feels very pointed and directed at her unnecessarily, by the way.

anyway, returning to the task at hand, nia orders herself a rum and coke, before stationing herself towards the far end of the rooftop just behind a couple of scattered bar tables all while maintaining her sight lines on kara and lena. with a sip of her drink, she watches the way that kara gesticulates something silly before some of her drink sloshes over the glass ledge where they're standing. it can't be that funny, she's sure, but all the same, it has lena giggling into her free hand just as she expertly maintains her hold of her wine glass with the other. then she's bowing forward until her head is definitely resting on kara's bicep. which, like, nia understands. there are very few places that exhibit strength and safety more than being held in kara's arms, and she's not in love with her. so she can only imagine how lena's feeling right now.

the scene in front of her definitely makes her smile, though, because they're giggling, like each bit of laughter are feeding the other. a feedback loop of happiness and joy, the only weight on their shoulders isn't the burden of their names and responsibilities but how much they can make each other laugh.

nia decides to get closer, see if she can read their lips or maybe eavesdrop properly (because she's a shameless gossip, alright? so sue her), all while keeping an eye on anybody else on the rooftop who might consider approaching the two women. she stands at one of scattered bar tables close enough to her two friends, but with her back facing them. she grooves a little to the music playing, but her ears are focused on the conversation at hand which is still a lot more giggling and murmurs that she unfortunately can't hear all too well. she throws a glance over her shoulder and her own cheeks tinge red when she catches how lena and kara are practically pressed into each other, the two of them swaying along to the music, their faces a scant inches apart.

her curiosity getting the better of her, nia turns her head even more and is witness to the way kara's arms have wrapped itself around lena's shoulders while lena's arms circle kara's waist, her hands clasped together resting just right above kara's...assets. their smiles are bright and open, even from this angle, their heads only separated by the distance between their noses.

nia's brows jump to her hairline at that, sipping more of her rum and coke in response, knowing that it's the only thing stopping her from squealing at what she's seeing. what has she been missing? what have they all been missing? isn't she the dreamer? why hadn't she dreamed about this?? shaking out of her thoughts, she realizes that all those questions are better left answered later on. for now, she does a quick scan of the people around them who seems to not give a shit about what's happening with her two friends barely five yards from everyone else.

when her eyes land back on the pair, she almost chokes on the remaining dregs of her drink when---oh. okay, then.

she smiles into her glass and looks away at the sight of her two friends kissing.

she can ask her questions later. because she has a lot, and she's gonna want all the details. but for now, she places her empty glass on the table and decides it's for the best she goes home.

just as she gets in the cab, her phone buzzes with a text from her reporter mentor.

you should've said hi followed by an image of kara's arm over lena's shoulder as lena kisses kara on the cheek. and they're right by the table nia had occupied earlier, her empty glass included.

nia throws her head back in laughter and shakes her head before quickly typing out a response.

i want all the details tomorrow at brunch!!!

[sebscore]

okay, but can we have a driver!reader flirting with all of the wags and sweeping them off their feet and making all of the drivers do better cuz, well driver!reader is now the standard

BREAK UP WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND, I’M BORED

pairings: lando norris x driver!reader / luisinha barosa oliveira x driver!reader / alex albon x driver!reader / muni lily he x driver!reader

warnings: swearing. mention of being virgin. shameless flirting. return of the rumplestiltskin.

author’s note: my bestie coming through with the requests!! 🤗 I had so much fun writing this, like omg ! I hope everyone likes and let me know what you think of it!

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“Hi, there.” Y/N greeted the young woman as she entered the club bathroom.

The stranger glanced up in the mirror, surprised at the sudden greeting. “Oh, hi.” She smiled and went back to reapplying her make-up.

Y/N walked up to the sink next to her, grabbing some soap and washing her sticky hands from the alcohol that Charles had spilled on them. “I’ve never seen you here before, are you new in the city?”

The brunette carefully pulled her mascara wand away from her eyes, shyly looking at Y/N. “Uh, no, I’m just visiting for a few days.” The woman had a slight Portuguese accent to her English.

“Oh, cool,” she grinned in response, “I’m Y/N, btw.” The athlete introduced herself, confidently sticking out her freshly washed hand.

The, what she assumed, Portuguese beauty chuckled, but put her mascara wand down and shook her hand. “I’m Luisa.”

Luisa. The name sounded familiar for some reason, but she couldn’t place it and she also couldn’t recognize the woman from anywhere.

“Beautiful name,” Y/N smiled, wanting to make her at ease, “are you from Portugal, by any chance?” She leaned against the counter.

Luisa excitedly nodded her head. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I could tell by your accent.” She answered, softly laughing.

At her response, Luisa looked down in embarrassment. “Oh, no,” she put her hands over her face, “it’s really bad, I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize! It’s sexy.” Y/N tried to make her feel better by some old-fashioned flirting.

She could see the red blush through Luisa’s small layer of foundation. “Thank you.” She put a lost stray of hair behind her ear.

“You’re welcome,” Y/N smirked, liking where this was going, “so, what do you do? You have a job? You study?”

“I’m a fashion model.” The brunette started putting her make-up back in her small pouch.

As soon as Luisa wasn’t looking at the driver, Y/N swiftly checked the woman out. “I should’ve known.” She continued flirting. “I’m a race car driver.” Y/N told her, her eyes back to Luisa’s face.

Her newfound friend nervously chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh shit, you know me? That’s cool.” She tilted her head to the side.

“Of course I know you, you’re a really good driver.” Luisa complimented her, her ears turning red now as well.

The effect Y/N had on the woman gave her a confidence boost. “Well, thank you,” the smirk on her face wasn’t leaving any time soon, “do I know you from somewhere? I recognize your name, but I can’t seem to place it.”

Luisa nodded her head, immediately understanding where Y/N might have heard her name. “Yeah, you, uh, race against my boyfriend.”

Her eyebrows furrowed at the answer. “I race against your boyfriend? Oh my god, who?” Y/N couldn’t understand how someone as beautiful as Luisa would be the girlfriend of one of her colleagues.

“Lando.”

“Lando? Lando Rumplestiltskin Norris?” The shock that went through her body was indescribable, she just did not understand how.

Luisa burst out in laughter at the nickname, recalling her boyfriend saying something about it. “Yes, that one.”

“Are you joking? Oh my god! Yes, you are Luisa!” The memory of when she eavesdropped on Lando and Carlos at one of the drivers briefing earlier that year coming back to her.

It didn’t take too long after that for Y/N to drag the poor woman out of the bathroom in search of the McLaren driver. “Norris!”

Lando turned around upon the sound of his name being called. He was surprised to see his friend holding hands with girlfriend. “Y/N!” He hadn’t seen her since the last race weekend.

“When were you gonna introduce me to this beauty?” Her and Lando had been friends since their early karting days, so she was a bit disappointed that he hadn’t mentioned his girlfriend to her.

Lando pulled Luisa to him, separating the women’s intertwined hands. “We haven’t been together for that long,” he explained, “I was gonna introduce you two at the next GP.”

“I’m very happy for you.” Y/N smiled at Lando, who seemed to appreciate her genuine tone. “Thanks, Y/N.”

She glanced at Luisa. “He’s been a virgin for 22 years, so I’m actually really relieved to see you.” Y/N told her, resulting in a laughing Luisa and an eye-rolling Lando.

“I’ll leave you two, but if you’re getting sick of him,” the female driver pulled her business car out of her small purse, “you can always give me a call.” She handed it over to the Portuguese woman with a wink, whose cheeks burned up again.

Lando gave her a light push. “Okay, bye now!”

“Oh, it’s the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the reason I wake up every day, the-“

“The girlfriend of Alex.”

“Whatever, Albono! Boyfriends are temporary anyway.” Y/N brushed Alex’s interruption off and hugged Lily upon their arrival at the paddock.

“How are you doing, my love?” Lily asked her, swaying the athlete from side-to-side in her arms.

Y/N laughed at Alex’s annoyance, the man crossing his arms. “I’m very good now that you’re here, darling.”

“I’m here as well, you know?” The Thai-British driver announced himself again, feigning offense at his friend’s lack of greeting towards him.

Y/N simply patted his arm. “Good morning, baby!” She teased him, referencing that one time Alex accidentally showed his text to Lily in an interview.

“Oh my god, you’re never gonna believe what happened!” Y/N spoke up, intriguing the couple as they took a step closer to her.

“Like two weeks ago? I was at a club with Charles and Charlotte, and I went to the bathroom and there was this pretty girl fixing her make-up, so I started flirting with her, you know?” She explained, matter-of-factly.

“And she was blushing and shit, so I was getting pretty confident and I introduced myself and she knew who I was!” Y/N gasped, getting Lily and Alex very immersed in her story.

“And she seemed familiar as well, I just couldn’t place her, you know? And suddenly she says that I race against her boyfriend!”

Lily gasped now as well, shocked at the turn of events. “OMG! Who?”

“Lando ‘No Pubes’ Norris.” Y/N answered through gritted teeth.

The couple widened their eyes, their hands covering their mouths as their jaws dropped. “No way! You were flirting with Lando’s girlfriend? Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!” Alex cackled, holding onto Lily for support.

Y/N slapped his shoulder. “Hey! I didn’t know she was his girlfriend and she seemed to be liking it.” She defended herself.

“What did you do when you found out?” Lily asked her, trying her hardest not to start cackling like her boyfriend.

Y/N grinned at the question. “Well, I did what any sane person would do,” she started off, “I gave her my business card.”

This time, Lily couldn’t hold herself in and dissolved in laughter and the couple hilariously tried to hold on to each other.

“Why do you still use those cards? You’ve had them for years.” Alex commented, finding it funny that the woman still gave out cards.

“To give to pretty women, Albono.” At the mention of pretty women, Y/N winked at Lily.

As soon as he noticed, Alex jokingly put his arm between the two of them. “Stop stealing our girlfriends!” He exclaimed.

Y/N made an advance to leave, figuring she should get herself ready for the race with her team. “NEVER!” She yelled over her shoulder.

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Lanuary 2024 Day 2 - Yiling Wei Sect Head Disciple

"Did you know? The Yiling Laozu hadonly one disciple in his lifetime. A boy only four years of age!"

Lan Sizhui's ears perked up despite the rules against eavesdropping. There wasn't much he could do about it while sitting in a crowded tavern. Gossip traveled on whispers like dust in the howling wind.

Surely it wasn't his fault these patrons' voices were so loud? The rules were never clear about this, but better to be safe than sorry. Sizhui turned his attention towards meditative recitation, the way Ba— Hanguang-jun had taught him. When Hanguang-jun returned from the room he'd entered to confer with the inn's proprietress, he would see Sizhui sitting pin-straight and proper, not a hair out of place.

But try as he might, the ruckus from that table was impossible to ignore.

"You're kidding!" one the sectless cultivators said as they slammed their drink down, amber liquid spilling onto the table. "The fearsome Yiling Laozu tried to teach demonic cultivation to a kid???"

His friend's lips curled in disgust. "Yes, it's true. People in this very town mention it all the time. That he dragged this poor kid everywhere with him! Why else if not to teach him how to terrorize everyone."

The third cultivator leaned in to whisper, "You don't suppose he…abducted the child do you?"

Sizhui's heart started racing. He'd heard many stories about the Yiling Laozu, everyone had, of course. Especially since Jingyi had just finished this last phase where he spoke nothing, reading nothing, saw nothing if it wasn't about the Yiling Laozu.

According to Jingyi's rants, though the Yiling Laozu was indeed fearsome and utilized forbidden techniques, they were never for nefarious gains. Jingyi's theories point to him being a recluse more than anything else, a drunkard alone on the hill.

That never sat well with Sizhui. He couldnt explain why, but the thought of a lonely man dwelling on a mountain of graves with nary a living soul nearby, made something like a pit open up in his stomach.

It was sad, he thought. It was sad.

The door to a room meant for staff opened and a man dressed in pristine white robes with an embroidered forehead ribbon stepped back into the room.

Sizhui instantly stood, bowing perfectly the way he'd been taught. "Hanguang-jun," he greeted, keeping his tone level and biting back the urge to smile like a fool at his caretaker's return.

The table of cultivators' silence rang loud as a hush fell over the room. Hanguang-jun nodded his reply to Sizhui and seemed to glide across the room, while they stared after him like gaping fish.

This time their whispers were an actual attempt at discretion. "He'd know right. He'd know if—if you know who really, you know, stole a child?"

"Shh!!! Don't you know? Next to Sandu Sengshu, the one who hates the Yiling Laozu most is…"

Their words trailed off as Hanguang-jun stopped in his path, though his solemn gaze remained rooted on the empty space in front of him.

Sizhui tried valiantly to keep the shock from his face. Hanguang-jun had long ago mastered the ability to ignore gossiping, letting it slide off his person as easily as dew dripped down from a bamboo leaf. Sizhui had never seen him so affected by words. Did Hanguang-jun really hate the Yiling Laozu that much?

But only a moment later, he stepped away and reached Sizhui's side as if nothing had happened at all.

Hanguang-jun gracefully folded his legs and took his seat across the table. Sizhui hurried to pour tea into a cup, taking care to hold back his sleeve the way he'd been taught.

Choosing to ignore what had just happened, he asked, "How was your meeting, Hanguang-jun?"

He waited patiently as Hanguang-jun blew steam away from his cup, cooling his tea before taking a measured sip. Falling back into old habits, Sizhui couldn't help but admire and take note of his demeanor. If he were really shameless, stars would bleed from his eyes.

Hanguang-jun nodded, pleased with his drink. "Productive. You have poured this tea well, Sizhui."

Sizhui beamed, heat rising to his cheeks at the praise.

"And the curse? Has it been resolved?" he asked instead of squealing like Jingyi when Hanguang-jun told him his writing was legible. But only just.

Hanguang-jun hummed. "Mn. The matter has been resolved. We will head back to the Cloud Recesses tomorrow once we've rested."

Sizhui relaxed back in his seat, allowing a moment of discomposure that hopefully Hanguang-jun would ignore.

Not bad for Sizhui's first proper outing as a junior Lan disciple. He was surprised when Hanguang-jun singled him out for a nighthunt, one on one. Jingyi hadn't stopped whining about it for days.

Sometimes Sizhui thought Hanguang-jun showed him too much special favor. But he smiled into his cup all the same.

The elderly innkeeper steps out of the kitchen carrying a tray laden with food. Silver strands of hair slip from her ponytail, shining in the candlelight.

"There! I remembered all your favorites from last time you visited," she winked.

But each of the dishes she placed on the table were redder than the last. Red peppers and red chili oil, even the soup had a shiny spicy sheen on the top.

The innkeeper placed her hands on her hips as she stood up, proud.

Sizhui gaped at Hanguang-jun.

Hanguang-jun's ears flamed red as the dishes he stared down at. A shifty glance—shifty! A shifty Hanguang-jun! Jingyi would never believe this—at the proprietress waiting eagerly for him to try it. When it became clear she wouldn't leave until he took a bite, Hanguang-jun spooned a mouthful of the spicy soup.

Sizhui's jaw dropped to the floor.

In all his years living in Cloud Recesses, he'd never, ever seen Hanguang-jun eat something like this.

Pulling a small cloth from his sleeve, Hanguang-jun coughed daintily into it as he told the proprietress, "Thank you. It is delicious."

"I hope so! Soon as I saw you I knew what I had to serve you," the innkeeper babbled as the two Lans stared mournfully at food too painful to eat. Sizhui took a tentative morsel of a vegetable dish, wiping off as much of the red sauce as he could on the plate.

The innkeeper continued speaking like she hadnt noticed. "If only our Laozu was still with us, he'd have eaten it all! And the little boy that was with you! He ate so well! It's horrible what happened to them, such a terrible shame" She rested a hand against her cheek as she sighed.

For the second time that day, Hanguang-jun stiffened, his spoon held aloft.

'Laozu?' What Laozu?

They were in Yiling so it could only be one…

Sizhui stared wide-eyed at his senior, who at some point in his lifetime sat in this very tavern having a spicy meal with the fiendish Yiling Laozu.

The vegetable fell from his chopstick onto his lap.

A stream of whispers that made no attempt at being discrete erupted from the other table, these cultivators having no care for the Lan tenets.

"See! I told you! The Yiling Laozu stole a young boy to be his disciple!"

"You also said Hanguang-jun hated him! Why would they

have a meal if he hated him!"

"Maybe the Yiling Laozu brainwashed him too. Maybe he helped him kidnap the child? Maybe they're both in on it!"

"Then did Hanguang-jun betray him? He was the one who led the sects to Yiling Laozu's cave."

"He must have killed the boy too then. There's no way someone as righteous as Hanguang-jun would let a demonic child like that live—"

Chopsticks slammed onto the table, rattling the dishes as Hanguang-jun stood from his seat in a single, brusque movement.

His expression was the usual smooth, unreadable jade, so Sizhui almost assumed Hanguang-jun had stood so suddenly for some other reason, until he bowed to the proprietress and said, "My apologies for living so soon. We must return to the Cloud Recesses immediately. Thank you."

Apparently it was possible for Sizhui's jaw to circumnavigate the floor entirely, falling into the earth itself.

Lying. Hanguang-jun was lying!!!

"Come, Sizhui," he said, and without a backwards glance towards the gaping cultivators and with an exaggerated flourish of his sleeves, Hanguang-jun marched out of the tavern.

Sizhui hurriedly reached into his money pouch and placed in ingot on the table, bowing in farewell.

Forgetting to pay as well? If Sizhui didn't know any better, he'd think Hanguang-jun was possessed. Next he'd take his forehead ribbon off and strut around the inn without a care.

Sizhui hastened his steps to follow Hanguang-jun, head turning this way and that for a trace of his senior.

Finally, he spotted him standing before a market stall selling, of all things, children's toys. Wooden swords and hand-stitched dolls wearing colorful fabrics. Hanguang-jun was stroking a finger across a pair of artfully crafted grass butterflies.

Maybe he was possessed by a child after all?

"Would Gongzi like to purchase one? I weaved these two just this morning," the stallowner politely enquired.

Hanguang-jun shook his head in reply and, folding the hand that had touched the butterflies into a fist behind his back, walked off down the street.

Though Sizhui should be in a hurry to catch up to him, his feet stopped at the stall. Looking down at the pair of butterflies entwined in their stand, something in his heart ached.

"I'd like to buy these, please."

He found Hanguang-jun in a side street off the market, standing tall and proud and still as a statue. Unsure of what to say or even if he should, Sizhui took his by Hanguang-jun's side, content to simply be near as the sounds of the market faded into the background.

The grass butterflies were expertly crafted and Sizhui became mesmerized by the way the twined together as he twirled them again and again. He didn't notice Hanguang-jun was watching as well until he spoke.

"Yiling has grown since the last time I was here."

Hanguang-jun's voice held a softness that reminded Sizhui of the first time he took him to see the rabbits, all those years ago. He looked up, still twirling his butterflies, as Hanguang-jun watched with golden eyes a million miles away.

Sizhui bit his lips, wondering if he should say something. but before he can his senior plucked one of the butterflies from his hand. Fingers lined with guqin ridges spun the butterfly again and again.

"There was a similar stall back then that sold butterflies as well."

He pressed the grass butterfly against the one held in Sizhui's hands, almost like a kiss.

Sizhui's heart raced, suddenly desperate for an answer, "Did you really meet the Yiling Laozu back then? At that inn?"

A moment passed, and Sizhui thought Hanguang-jun wouldn't say anything.

Then, of all the things, Hanguang-jun smiled.

Faint, only the smallest lift at the corners, but a smile nonetheless.

He was smiling, so why did it look like he was about to cry?

"We did, yes," he replied.

"We?"

Hanguang-jun set him a mournful look.

Oh, right. The boy.

Before he could think better, Sizhui blurted, "So it's true then? The Yiling Laozu had a disciple? A little boy?"

Hanguang-jun gaze drifts off to the side. "Not quite. He was Wei Ying's, but not a disciple."

The Yiling Laozu's real name was Wei Wuxian, but he'd never heard anyone call him that. Not even Jingyi ever mentioned it.

Curiosity lit a spark in Sizhui's belly. Just what sort of relationship did Hanguang-jun have with the Yiling Laozu for him to call him so casually? For him to smile when he talked about him? For him to seem so sad?

But bravery is fickle, and Sizhui was abruptly afraid of the answer. In fact, a part of him almost wished he never asked anything.

The other part of him yearned to learn more about his most respected senior and the dead man he clung to.

How many times did Sizhui wake to the sound of guqin strings playing Inquiry? How many times did he hear the loud silence of their answer?

"The—the Yiling Laozu had a son?"

Hanguang-jun's gaze held a teasing sparkle when it settled on Sizhui. "He birthed him from his own body."

Sizhui pursed his lips with confusion. That did not make any sense, but Hanguang-jun began weaving a tale before he had a chance to think more of it.

"There was a little radish that followed him everywhere," he said, quiet and fond. "He spoke very fondly of the boy, but he would never allow any harm to him. Wei Ying cared for him."

"So that stuff about him making this kid his disciple…"

"Mn. Utterly false." A noise like a scoff escapes through Hanguang-jun nose, like even the very idea is ludicrous.

"Oh." For whatever reason, Sizhui's shoulders slumped in dejection. He supposed it would have been interesting, to meet someone trained and cared for by the Yiling Laozu himself. He wondered what kind of person they grew up to be.

He swallowed and glanced at Hanguang-jun through the corner of his eye. "Do you think he's still alive...that boy? That he's okay?"

Hanguang-jun shifted to face Sizhui head on. "Yes," he said, with a surety and conviction that dazzled. "I believe he is. He is doing well and thriving."

He took the butterflies back in hand. This time when he smiled down at them, it touched his eyes.

"Wei Ying would be proud," he told the butterflies. He turned that smile towards Sizhui and it was almost like looking at the sun.

He didn't quite understand why it felt like that warmth filled his insides too, why he felt it flowing through his veins. Why Hanguang-jun's words made him so happy.

He beamed back all the same.

As they mounted their swords to return home, Sizhui turned back for one final look at Yiling and the Burial Mounds behind it.

The sun was setting over the mountain, blues and pinks and purples splashed against a midnight sky, casting long shadows like it was waving back.

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[arminsumi]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ CONFESSION

badboy!goth!Eren x innocent!fem!reader ♪

You and Eren attend the same church. After mass, you find yourself tempted into a confessional booth with him.

⚠️Cws; mdni, SMUT, sacrilege, religious themes (Catholic), 🌶️🚨this some nastyyy smut, very unholy smut, sacrilege + sinning kink, light humiliation kink, corruption kink, 'slut' and 'angel' nicknames, lowkey bruising (thighs, tight gripping), size kink, unholy dirty talk, defloration, blowjob (deepthroating), unprotected sex (creampie), semi-public sex (in a church's confessional booth), implied clothed sex

Wc; 4.2k

Eren was that boy who all the church moms frowned upon and forbade their daughters from talking to. To them, he was the example of a soul corrupted by sin. They upturned their noses and looked away, appalled, when he had the audacity to sit a Sunday morning mass.

But all their daughters secretly crushed on him. How could they not? He was devilishly handsome. Brooding eyes. Gothic style. Long hair. Black nails. He was audacious, hypocritical, shameless, provocative – offensive, even, with a silver cross dangling from his neck.

Some mothers gossiped and debated him. Was he attending out of mockery? Was he absorbing even a shred of the Bible as it came from the preacher's lips? His interlocked fingers and wide-spread legs repulsed them. They called his heavy-eyed stare 'soulless'. To them, he was the serpent that they needed to protect their Eves from.

"There he is again!" Your mother frowned, turning away from her friend. "He's just standing there, what is someone like him doing standing around a church for? He has to be a creep!"

You walked into said church. Mass was just about to start. Eren gave you a long, desirous look-over. You wanted to smile at him but had to do it discretely under your mother's speculating gaze.

"G-good morning..." you greeted him shyly. "Morning." he replied in his deep, trilling voice.

You made sure to walk as slowly as possible past him so he could get a good look, which wasn't as surreptitious an action to him as you thought; nothing could be put past Eren's attention. He sniffed out your crush on him long ago. He knew very well the effect he had on innocent girls like you.

"Quickly, quickly, Y/n, why did you walk so slowly past that creep? You know he's been eyeing you out since you got out of the car." your mother furrowed her brows at you. You shrugged. "Never mind, did you bring my scarf – thank you, angel. Let's follow inside."

You shuffled into church with the rest of the people. Your mother was complaining about your skirt being too short, and your shirt being wrinkled; meanwhile your skirt reached knee-length, and your shirt was freshly ironed this morning. She fussed with your clothes, insisting that they somehow tainted your pure image. She didn't want her little angel looking enticing to any lurking devils.

She just about choked from shock and repulsion when she saw Eren was behind you. Everyone was lining up at the holy water font to dot the symbol of the cross on their body with their fingers. You looked back at Eren very briefly and flashed him a smile. He paid you an interested look in response, slightly smirking back. Your heart palpitated excitedly. Mother aggressively grabbed your shoulder and forced you to look straight ahead. "Don't look at him." she hissed, "Listen to me, angel, I don't want you associating with people like him, alright?" you nodded obediently.

Eren was smirking while eavesdropping on you and your mother.

He waited for the two of you to move ahead, walking languidly in succession, and came to a brief stop at the holy water font. Like you, he dipped his fingers in and made the sign of the cross. But unlike you, he did it nonchalantly and lamely, like how one might do the action of plucking a stray hair from their clothes.

A fluttering excitement rose in many girls hearts when the man their mothers disapproved of sauntered into view. When he kneeled to the statue of Christ, he bore his dark eyes up at it. The mothers scrunched their noses at him. They couldn't be completely blamed for regarding Eren so lowly; anyone witnessing someone dressed in funeral-like attire at a cheery Sunday mass would think that their kneel to Christ was a deliberate act of mockery.

You struggled to keep your gaze lowered when Eren walked past the row you were seated in with your mother. His cologne wafted across to you, setting your already smoldering soul aflame with desire. You only glanced up once, just once, but you met his eyes; and that small moment created a tension between you and Eren to last the entirety of the Mass, despite him being sat far behind you.

Though you were unbearably tempted to look behind your left shoulder, you kept your eyes fixed on the sight of your rosary draped over your fingers, hands folded on your closed bible.

When you spread it open, your bookmark wedged in between the pages of Psalms immediately caught your attention. You hadn't opened it since your last attendance to Catechism, when you left it on an empty seat to quickly shuffle through your bag. What was scribbled on your bookmark made your heart pang excitedly; poor handwriting spelled out:

Care to meet up in the confessional booth next Sunday after mass? ♥️ Eren

The stale silence of the church was punctured by the preacher's reverberating voice, but you didn't hear a word of what he was preaching.

You gave in and shot a look behind your left shoulder. Eren was sat a few rows behind you, his eyes unwavering from the preacher. He could feel that you were looking at him, so he smirked. You looked at him until he removed his attention from the preacher and put it on you instead. Such a languid, sweeping movement of his brooding eyes.

Communicating during mass wasn't an idea that your mind dared to trespass on, not for fear of earning concerned glances from others, but for fear of being condemned by your mother besides you.

In that moment, however, she was fully absorbed in what the preacher was saying. Completely absorbed. You wouldn't have been surprised if she ignored the sound of someone being murdered in the courtyard right then. So you gutsily flashed your bookmark at Eren, smiling shyly, to communicate to him that you got the message.

He cockily wettened his lips and flicked his brows up at you in response. Then he slid down his seat in a deliberately comedic way to amuse you. Everyone thought him to be such an intimidating menace, but there he was; putting a humored smile on your face. He thought you looked so pure – too pure. He wanted to taint that purity, it's all the thought about during mass.

The preacher called for a moment of silent prayer, and you turned your attention away from Eren. Following suit with the others, Eren closed his eyes and bowed his head in prayer, thinking hard about the image of your legs spread wide for him.

In his mind, he was stood leaned up against the confessional booth wall. Your innocent gaze was fixed up at him adoringly while you were on your knees for him.

This fantasy intensified as mass went on, while the preacher melodiously spoke. Eren stared at the back of your head, his eyes were roaming hungrily over any bit of you that was in sight; your shoulders, your hair, your neck – the cross clasped around it. He wouldn't have been surprised if hell opened up beneath him right then and swallowed him whole for his filthy thoughts.

Mass felt like it dragged on for you and Eren, since all you and him anticipated was embracing together in the confessional booth. While everyone else rose from their seats and slowly left the church one by one, you two remained behind. You excused yourself to your mother, saying that you wanted to go to confession after praying a little longer. She was so happy to hear that, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Before leaving, she scowled at Eren a few rows behind you, who pretended to be readying himself to leave. "Don't you talk to him behind my back... I expect you to be home in time for dinner." she warned.

You nodded obediently. As soon as the church was vacated and quiet, you and Eren came to each other. He smirked and teased you, "Hey sinner. Mind if I come to confession with you?" he asked, just to be sure sure that you wanted this. You nodded eagerly. Eren almost felt bad because of how cute and neat you looked today – he was going to destroy that.

Soon you found yourselves giggling into a confessional booth. No priest was on the other side.

"My mother doesn't want me talking to you..." you told Eren in a hushed voice.

"How surprising." he replied sarcastically. "And why, pray tell, is that?"

"Because... because she said that she doesn't want me going to confession more than I already do..."

"Oh... really?" Eren looked at you both desirously and amusedly. "Tell me, what kind of sins is someone like you repenting for?"

"Many sins..." you stuttered. "Like, um, using the Lord's name in vain. Disrespecting my mother, h-having impure thoughts..." you trailed off, not able to think of any more.

He scoffed a little. "I'd love to add a sin to your list that's actually worthwhile to confess."

"Wh-what d'you mean, what kind of sin?" you asked eagerly.

"Get on your knees, I'll show you."

Eren loved witnessing a pure, religious girl like you lowering onto her knees before him. You looked up at him, face levelled with the zipper of his black pants.

"Don't get shy on me, angel." he said when you looked hesitant at his bulge. "Hm... I'll bet that you've never done this before, huh?" You nodded. "Yeah, I-I'm a virgin..." you confessed nervously, hoping that your revelation wouldn't turn him off. His pants were visibly tightening right before your eyes, and you were achingly curious about what a cock looked like. You kept your mind so sacred that you hadn't even touched porn in your life. "A virgin, huh? I can change that if you want." Eren offered deviously. You looked up at him with big eyes, "Y-yes please! I-I want to... I want to d-d-do that with you..." you replied, nearly choking on your saliva. Were you really that excited that you were drooling in front of his crotch? Eren smirked and let his hand come to your cheek.

He began stroking it back and forth with his thumb.

"Okay, angel, I'll take care of you. Promise you'll listen to whatever I say, m'kay? You can tell me to stop any time."

You nodded happily. "Good girl." he cooed quietly, "I want you to take off my pants for me – nice and slowly. Can you do that?" you immediately squeaked in response, "Mhm!"

You raised your hands to the hem of his pants, resting them there lightly. Your finger went for the button of his pants. The unbuttoning sound seemed so loud in that tiny, quiet booth.

When Eren noticed that your finger hesitated on the zipper, he murmured at you, "Need some encouragement?" he asked. You nodded in answer, so he brought his big hands down to help you out. His touch was firm and blissfully warm.

Eren languidly pulled his zipper down himself as you watched with bated breath. He dipped his veiny hand into his pants and stroked himself behind his pants while you watched anticipatorily. You ached for the barrier of his pants to be gone, but lacked the confidence and courage to rid it yourself. "You look so pretty when you're on your knees for me like this." Eren admired.

Your senses perked up when he pulled his length out. A compelled laugh fell from his smirking mouth when he saw your eyes go big. It poked you on the cheek, smearing precum across it. It was firm, no, it was rock-hard. Warm, no, scalding hot – hotter than your cheeks were when you laid eyes on it.

Eren heard you swallow. "Well someone's excited. Wanna open that impatient mouth f'me? That's it – good girl. Wider." he encouraged, pressing his tip inside further and further. He stifled a moan. "Just a little more..."

His big hand came to the back of your head, fingers nestling in your hair, further encouraging you to take more in your mouth. Eren let out a small hiss when he felt your soft, wet tongue press up against the underside.

Though he tried to sneak himself into the back of your throat, you gagged on his dick immediately. "Quiet – quiet, angel." he moaned, feeling your throat constricting around his tip. " 'don't want someone to hear us, do you?"

After giving you time to recompose, Eren wiggled his hips to get himself back in your throat. His tip pushed past the back of your throat and got you choked up, you had watery eyes and a sniffly nose in no time. Eren slid himself fully inside, your lips hit the base of his cock. Your head felt full, so you made an overwhelmed expression; Eren groaned at the sight. "Too much?" he asked, you struggled to nod in reply, so he reluctantly eased out of your throat, the pressure slowly relieving.

He slipped his cock out of your mouth, a mix of saliva and precum wettened it deliciously. You sputtered and coughed. He swallowed desirously. Seeing you in such a state because of him had him throbbing and pulsing. There was a stream of fresh precum running out of his swollen tip. It caught your eye. You folded your hands on your lap and opened your mouth wide, willingly and expectantly, so he eagerly slipped his cock back inside your mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Eren feathered. "That's it, angel – that's it. God damn your lips feel like heaven around me, y'know that? You feel fucking heavenly. Keep sucking, don't stop – don't get shy on me now, angel. 'Feels so fucking good."

Eren was losing it over the sensation of your lips suctioning around his fat cock. He felt himself throb each time you slid your hot lips down his length and felt his precum splurge out onto the back of your tongue when you slid back off. The sinful sound of you amateurly sucking him had him unfolding. You know how long he's thought about this? Too long. During so many choir practices, Eren would observe you from afar, paying no attention to Armin's tiny gospel talk. He watched your lips as you gracefully sang a holy tune with the others. Now those lips were wrapped around his cock in the confessional booth.

Eren felt his blood thrumming in his veins. His whole body flushed and subtly shook under the influence of your mouth. "Jesus," he took the Lord's name in vain under his breath, "You're making me feel so fucking good, Y/n, don't stop." he breathed. "Faster, angel, suck it faster – that's it, just like that. Look at you, so obedient, following whatever I say like I'm your fucking God, huh?"

Eren brushed the hair clinging to your wettened cheek. Each time you had sloppily pulled off his cock for a breather, it hit your cheek and glided across it, leaving a streak of wetness. When it slipped out again, he grabbed your cheeks, and lowered himself to your level for a hasty kiss.

Unbelievably, that kiss of his felt more sinful than sucking on his cock. He was feverishly tasting your tainted lips.

"Angel," he murmured in a heavily lusty voice, that obscene scent fanning against your face from his lips. "Stand up for me, 'wanna fill you up."

You got to your feet in an instant, eager to finally live out the impure fantasies that you once guiltily confessed to in that very confessional booth. Eren's big hands felt up your sides, squeezing and digging into your flesh, not like a lover, but like a devil.

"Get on my lap." He commanded, sitting on the wooden stool. You didn't hesitate to, and crawled right onto his warm lap while he softly moaned at the sinful atmosphere between you and him.

Eren smirked when you looked up at him with such excited, lustful eyes. "What's the matter with you?" he teased, "Looking at me like that's gonna make me want to ruin you. So stop it."

"I-I don't mind..." you responded inaudibly. Eren heard it loud and clear, but he needed to hear you say that again. "What was that, angel?" he called your nickname in such a saccharine tone, it almost felt laced with a condescending undertone.

"I-I said I don't mind if you w-wanna do that... I want it..." you repeated for him. His lips twisted into an attractively devious smile. "I'm sorry, I must be hard of hearing. Could you clarify what you want?" he asked in such a deep voice it was almost sinister. His hands wove through your hair and pulled it so that you were forced to look up at him while you spoke. "I want y-you to r-ruin me, Eren." you admitted. Oddly, it felt cathartic to admit that so honestly and vulgarly.

"Alright angel," Eren whispered against you. He looked you in the eye, you almost caught a glimpse of your coming sins in his pupils. "I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you."

He definitely upheld his promise. You sighed as you willingly let him sink himself inside your tight, wet pussy. Eren felt like his senses heightened when your hole clenched around his bare cock. "Loosen up, 'mmm fuck loosen up – I can't move if you're this tight." he complained, enjoying every bit of your pussy suffocating his hungry cock. You felt yourself clinging to him tighter than you ever clung to your fingers when you indulged in your solo acts in your bedroom. You'd be lying if you said you didn't squeeze and rub your thighs back and forth for friction during mass, when your head was full of Eren.

He wasn't just uncomfortably big; he was testing your limits with each inch, stretching you out so much that he smirked, knowing that you'd feel so empty when this was all done and over.

His thumb came to stroke your cheek and wipe the fat tears sloppily spilling out of your eyes. His cock had a naughty curve about it, and you could really feel it by how his tip applied pressure into your gummy walls. "Take a deep breath f'me. Let it out. There we go... fuck, do it again. Breathe i-in – fuuuck – 'n let it out again." Eren melted through his sentence while your pussy unclenched, little by little, to permit his cock deeper and deeper with each releasing breath. Eren held your body so tightly, it felt like he was never going to let go for the rest of his life now that he had you right where he wanted.

The mothers at church were so right about him. He was, really, just a sinner sniffing out a pure girl to ruin. You could sense that from the moment you came across him one rainy Sunday at Catechism. The lustful and brooding nature of him enticed you, tempted you, each day more and more until you finally ended up here; bouncing in his lap, muffling your erotic moans into his hot mouth, letting his dick beat against a spot your fingers could never reach, making you feel better than you ever have in your life. Eren loved seeing you unravel the more you felt him. He witnessed your holiness slip completely when you accidentally came, pussy gushing around him, tight hole convulsively tightening and untightening in pure bliss.

"Eren," you mewled, barely able to climb down from your high, pawing at his firm chest as you continued to bounce your pussy on his cock. " 'y-you said you were gonna r-ruin me... wh-why am I doing all the work."

He laughed devilishly, "Sorry, I just wanted to see how badly you wanted it." he admitted. When Eren took control and thrust up into you, it took everything you had to not scream. "Oh my G-God, Eren." you whimpered terribly, encouraging Eren's hips to rut against you harder. The sloppy squelching sound grew louder. You could be so glad that no one was in earshot for now, because that sound carried through the whole church along with your unforgivable moans.

Eren smirked up at you, big hands gripping your hips while he fucked up into your pussy. He licked and nipped at your lips, indulging in a filthy makeout session while you crumbled under the feeling of good sex.

You still retained some slivering flame of innocence behind those lust-corrupted eyes, and he wanted to smother it. His fingers dug into the plush of your skin like he was trying to bruise them. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't intend to do that; seeing you at the next mass or Catechism meetup knowing you had bruises on your thighs from a good fucking drove him wild.

You felt him licking a long stripe up your neck and let out a strangled moan; his tip was stubbornly rubbing a gummy spot deep inside your pussy that made you gush messily all over his lap. You felt your orgasm nearing. Just the buildup felt so intense that you started shaking.

"Fuck me 'n fill me up with your cum 'Ren, please please please!" you pleaded nastily, Eren felt proud that he smothered that last bit of innocence in you. "F-fuck me like I'm your slut!"

Eren let out a long groan in response, "God damn, angel, 'm gonna cum if you speak to me like that. I don't even have a condom on."

"I don't care, 'wanna feel your cum inside me." your voice strained.

"Fuck, alright, get off 'n get on the floor for me, angel."

You lifted off his fat cock and laid facing up on the cold floor. Eren took one look at you laying compliantly there and chuckled inside. He knew that you would have followed any of his commands in that moment.

He grabbed your body and guided it into position hastily, not letting more than a few seconds go by without plunging back inside your heat. "Look at that, you're creaming all over me. You like getting fucked on the floor like this? Hm? Bet you do." Eren humiliated you with a devilish smirk. Strands of dark brunette hair shook back and forth as he rutted his hips against you at a feverish pace. No matter how deep his cock hit, or how fast he plunged in and out of you, or how tightly you squeezed him, Eren couldn't be sated. He almost over-exerted himself with how much effort he put into fucking you there on the floor in the confessional booth.

"Oh, angel, 'm gonna cum." Eren announced suddenly. His high crept over him slowly, building up languidly in his body, it felt almost threateningly good. And you? You were an utter mess underneath him, hands holding onto his arms and gripping onto his muscle for dear life.

He sped up his pace. You watched as his silver cross swung back and forth in front of your tear-stained face. He let out a strangled groan before stilling inside you, burying his cock almost uncomfortably deep in your pussy. You completely came undone and felt your tight ring of muscle tightening and untightening convulsively around his fat cock. The sensation of him shooting a hot load inside made your head spin. You sweated so badly that you were sure it was visible through your white shirt. You felt like the biggest sinner in the world right then. An exaggeration, maybe, but perhaps your feeling was justified considering you just lost your virginity in a confessional booth with the boy your mom told you not to dare talk to.

Eren's heavy frame loomed over you. He withdrew slightly to alleviate his weight on your body. The golden cross between your tits gleamed in his eye. The both of you were panting so hard, it felt for a moment that neither of you would ever be able to catch your breaths again.

"E-Eren..." you called out his name weakly when you could finally speak coherently again. "I n-needa get home, m-my mom's gonna be mad I've been out so long."

Eren looked down at you, eyes flitting between your breasts and pussy. Then he finally raised his gaze to your face; it astonished him how you glowed with the same purity as before, even while naked and laid on the floor with a creampie inside you.

"Yeah, get going. Your mother's probably thinking the worst happened to you, like you lost your virginity in a confessional booth or something." Eren chuckled, sliding his cock out of you as slowly as possible to make sure you felt each inch.

A silence hung in the confessional booth while you and him dressed up. You buttoned up the collar of your shirt dress and pulled your cardigan over your shoulders, positioning your cross so that it showed clearly. You looked at him nervously, "E-Eren?"

"Hm?" he looked at you while buttoning and zipping up his pants.

"C-can we do this again sometime?"

His red lips curled into a devious smile. You felt his cum drip down your inner thigh.

"What a perfect idea. You could use another confession."

[velocesainz]

Hii I saw you asked for ideas, it might sound weird but maybe a max x reader story about him falling in love with reader when hes with Kelly still and them breaking up and choosing reader? Idk fluff,smut whatever i would be interested no matter what😌

Sounds quite interesting, hope you enjoy!

We're meant to be

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Summary: Max and y/n are co-workers and good friends. Max develops feelings for her while he is dating Kelly. What happens when Kelly finds out about Max's feelings?

Warnings: none, fluffy

Pairing: Max x driver!fem!reader

Third person POV:

Ever since y/n joined Red Bull racing, there had never been a single moment of sadness.

Y/n was loved by one and all. She was an icon in so many people's eyes.

Her and Max were the greatest duo the paddock had ever seen. Winning races upon races, most with a 1-2 finish with both alternating top position.

They were an odd pairing for sure. Fiery rage paired up with calm and collectedness? Unheard of.

Max POV:

I was walking around the paddock when I bumped into y/n who was holding a massive camera in her hands and interviewing people around her.

"Oh hey Max! Are you excited for today's race? Who do you think will win?" She asked me in her most 'formal' voice.

I chuckled and responded "I am quite excited for today's race, Belgium is like my second home. I would say I will win today but something tells me otherwise" I added that last line since she was looking at me as if she was going to murder me if I didn't say she would win.

"Thanks Max! Catch you later" was all she said before she skipped away happily.

God she's so beautiful. She's kind. It gives me butterflies.

Wait...

Am I...

In love?

I've never felt this with anyone, not even Kelly. I mean she's nice and all but I don't think she's the one for me.

How will I break the news to her? I'll have to figure out.

Kelly POV:

I was looking around for Max when I saw him talking to y/n, who was interviewing him by the looks of it.

After she left he kept staring at her and started blushing. Was he in love with her?

It wouldn't be very unlikely. He hasn't really been very affectionate lately and he's been spending more time with either her or Penelope.

I feel like he's falling out of love with me.

How can he recklessly fall in love like that? I'm his girlfriend!

I have to get him to stop interacting with y/n, otherwise I'll lose him. I need him for the money, I can't lose him at any cost.

Y/n POV:

I felt Max staring at me as I left or maybe i was imagining things. I am so madly in love with him I might be delusional, but he loves someone else.

I sigh and continue interviewing people as I was told by Martin Brundle who was trying to make a fun behind the scenes episode for sky sports.

Timeskip:

I got out of the car and stood proudly on top of my car, my 5th race win this season and I was officially in the lead in the drivers championship.

After podium celebrations I was making my way to my driver's room to relax for a bit before interviews when I heard some yelling coming from Max's room.

Being the curious person I was, I eavesdropped.

Max POV:

I was relaxing in my room after a decent race, P2 was a pretty good result.

Suddenly the door slammed open revealing my angry girlfriend, oh god this was going to be hell.

"Stop talking to y/n from this instant on." She said curtly.

"Who are you to tell me who I can talk to and who I can't huh?" I snapped back

"IM YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND. WHO IS LOOKING OUT FOR YOU! I SEE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HER-" she screamed.

"WELL JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU GET TO CONTROL MY LIFE! AND YEA MAYBE I LIKE Y/N SO WHAT?" I yelled. This girl is getting on my nerves.

"SEE YOU ADMIT IT YOURSELF! YOU LIKE HER! EVEN WHEN YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! HOW SHAMELESS CAN YOU BE?" She continued

"You know what? I'm done. Done with this relationship. You've never been supportive ever. It's as if you're with me for my money and that it. So kindly get the fuck out, gold digger" I was so happy to get all the feelings against her off my chest.

She looked at me in disbelief and walked out.

Y/n walked in right after Kelly left. Did she hear the argument?

"Are you alright Max? That argument sounded intense" she asked with concern showing in her eyes

"Yeah. I'm alright. Did you..uhm hear what we argued about?" I questioned

"Uhm...yea" she replied shyly

God I loved this woman so much

I walked up to her and kissed her.

The world seemed to fade away. I had the woman of my dreams in my arms I was never going to let her go.

[notiddygothgf]

4. Taste Like Nicotine

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ Go back to Himeno. ❞ ❝ No. That's not what you want. ❞

★ c.w.: suggestive themes, drinking (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HELLO AGAIN MY POOKIE DOOKIES!! IM BACK AGAIN. bc i have nothing better to do atm and i wanted to give yall a lil sum sum before i moved away to uni. please excuse the pacing of this chapter -- this fanfic was supposed to be a oneshot and uh... now its 160 pages in google docs LMFAOOA.. things get spicy in this chapterrr! so yeah anyway, you know the drill, keep me entertained -- keep your funny little comments coming, I absolutely love reading them. You guys motivate me to keep going! Love yall

★ w.c.;4.1k

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THE OFFICE WAS QUIET, the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustling of papers the only sounds that broke the silence. You were alone, finishing up some last-minute paperwork after hours. The mission had gone surprisingly well—no casualties, a rare feat in your line of work. The team had even managed to kill a large Devil containing a piece of Gun Devil Flesh, a significant victory. Yet, instead of joining the others to celebrate, you had chosen to stay behind. Partly to avoid any awkward encounters with Himeno, but mostly because you felt restless, unable to shake off the events of the past few days.

As you finished up the last of your reports, you glanced at the new message on your phone.

HIMENO| you didn't come tonight.

Typing...

YOU

| I didn't think you'd wanna see me after the stunt I pulled.

HIMENO| I dont, but I wanted u to know that everyone is talking abt u

YOU

| ??

| wym

HIMENO

| your shadow didn't come tonight, either.

Typing...

YOU| look, himeno, ive actually been wanting to talk to you about that

| would you be able to meet up and talk it out?

HIMENO| id rather not honestly.

| ur a grown woman and i cant stop u from doing what u want

| but just know that people in pb. safety talk

| dont mess up a relationship with a perfectly good man for aki

| u should leave him for someone who can actually give him what he needs

YOU| I understand that I've hurt you, Himeno, and I'm sorry

| I have no intentions of being with Aki.

HIMENO| good

| dont get him mixed up in ur fucked up marriage

|  he doesnt deserve that.

You sighed, pocketing your phone. There were certain battles you simply couldn't win. This would undoubtedly be one of them.

It was late, and you knew you should head home. You gathered your things and made your way down the dimly lit hallways, your footsteps echoing in the emptiness.

As you passed the breakroom, you heard voices. One familiar voice, more specifically.

You slowed your pace, not wanting to intrude but curious enough to catch a snippet of the conversation. The door was slightly ajar, and you could see two figures inside.

"You look desperate, dude," the unknown person said, barely audible. "It's not attractive."

"I'm becoming ridiculous," Captain Hayakawa said, his voice low and strained. "I'm losing hope."

"Hope of what? Convincing a married woman to break her vows?" the other person retorted, a hint of incredulity in his tone.

Are they talking about me? You asked. You knew the answer. You simply did not want to confront it.

Hayakawa sighed. "I thought she would call me by now," he admitted, the vulnerability in his voice making your stomach churn uncomfortably. "I just... there was something there."

There was a pause, then the other person sighed, his voice softening. "God, you are ridiculous." After a moment, he added, almost reluctantly, "Shit, sorry, man. I know you like her."

"No, you're right," He replied, a note of resignation following his words. "She doesn't want to speak to me. I'm driving myself crazy waiting for someone who's never gonna call."

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach, guilt and confusion swirling together. You hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but now you couldn't just walk away without feeling a pang of something—regret, perhaps? The slip of paper with his number, still in your possession, weighed heavily in your mind. You had been avoiding the situation, avoiding him, and now it was clear how much it had affected him.

Aki's words echoed in your ears as you stood frozen in the hallway.

He was right; you hadn't called him. You hadn't even acknowledged the note, too caught up in your own turmoil and guilt to consider his feelings. Now, hearing him speak so openly, you felt a rush of emotions—sympathy, guilt, confusion. There had been a moment between you, an undeniable spark, but you had chosen to ignore it, to pretend it didn't exist.

When would it all come crashing down – your efforts? This whole situation?

The conversation in the breakroom continued, but you couldn't listen any longer. You turned away, your heart pounding. As you made your way to the exit, you couldn't help but replay Aki's words in your mind.

He had been waiting for you, hoping you would reach out, and now he was losing hope. Fuck.

He had been waiting for me.

The idea thrilled you, for some strange reason. Maybe because you hadn't felt desired like this in years – it made your head spin. But another part of you was terrified—of what it might mean, of the complications it would bring, of the impact on your marriage.

You couldn't help yourself. You did what you always did. You ran away from him.

You knew you couldn't avoid him forever, but for now, you needed time to think. .

7:45 PM

Typing... 

Hey. |

Typing...

Hello, |

Typing...

How are you? |

Typing...

Hey. They're taking me out for drinks tn as a sendoff party. I think you should be there.

SENT.

YOU | Hey. They're taking me out for drinks tn as a sendoff party.

I think you should be there.

| At the Sip-n-savor in downtown Tokyo

Seen 8:00 PM .

The night went on without a flaw. The atmosphere was infectious, and you had been trying to let loose, drink in hand, as you chatted and danced with the others. But as the night wore on, a sense of unease settled in. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the memories of the overheard conversation in the breakroom, or maybe it was the subtle disappointment that someone hadn't shown up.

Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected your flushed cheeks and slightly smudged makeup. You sighed, turning on the faucet and splashing some water on your face. As you washed your hands, you found yourself thinking about Aki.

Despite everything, a depraved part of you had hoped to see him tonight. You had been both relieved and disappointed when he hadn't shown up—relieved because it meant avoiding an awkward conversation, disappointed because you had been... well, actually looking forward to seeing him.

As you touched up your makeup, you couldn't help but reflect on your own conflicted feelings. You were married, committed, and yet, Aki had stirred something in you that you simply couldn't stand to ignore. It was confusing, disorienting. You weren't sure what you felt more strongly: guilt for being drawn to him or frustration that you couldn't just let it go.

"Ugh," You groaned, pressing your forehead against the sink. "'M g'nna be sick."

Feeling a bit lightheaded from the drinks, you decided to step outside for some fresh air. You left the bathroom and – completely drunk – maneuvered through the crowds to the nearest door.

The cool night breeze was a welcome relief against your warm skin, and you leaned against the balcony railing, taking deep breaths. The city lights twinkled below, and you watched them in a daze, trying to steady your thoughts.

That's when you saw him.

Aki was just entering the party, his sharp suit and dark hair making him stand out immediately. You felt your heart skip a beat. Then another. He was killing you.

He came, you thought, a strange mix of emotions flooding you. Relief, excitement, and that persistent undercurrent of guilt all tangled together.

He spotted you almost immediately and made his way over. As he approached, you couldn't help but think how painfully gorgeous he looked, the dim lighting casting a soft glow on his features. In that moment, he seemed almost like a knight in shining armor, a figure out of place in the lively, chaotic setting of the bar.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice smooth and warm, a balm to your nerves.

"Hey," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked, a slight concern in his tone. "You're not cold?"

He always seemed to be worried about you and the weather. Still, the chill felt nice against your hot skin, oddly enough.

I missed you, you didn't say. You didn't even think about it. You knew that in a day you would be back on the train and all of this would just be a bad dream, anyway.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "No, I just needed some air. It's a bit stuffy in there."

Aki didn't respond immediately, and when you turned your head up to look at him, his expression was unreadable. The noise from inside the bar seemed distant, the world narrowing down to just the two of you in that moment. You felt a tug in your chest, a pull towards him that you couldn't explain, couldn't deny.

"Did you pregame the bar, or something?" You laughed quietly. It felt nice, being able to pretend nothing had ever happened between the two of you and just... enjoy each other's company. "You smell like beer."

"I was having a few drinks with my roommate before you texted me," He answered. Then, looking out onto the street, he added, "He told me I shouldn't come tonight. Said you're driving me crazy."

"So, why are you here, then?" You asked.

He looked at you. "I think you know why I'm here."

There was a brief silence, comfortable yet charged with the unspoken. You glanced at him, noticing the way his eyes lingered on you, soft but searching. It was the same look he had given you in the seminar, the museum, everywhere else, and it stirred something deep inside you.

You hated the way he made you feel.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked you. His voice was as deep and rich as ever, and you had about half a mind to take him up on the offer.

You shivered. You knew it wasn't from the cold air. It was him – the smell of him, his cologne, the distinct scent of nicotine that let you know he had just finished smoking a cigarette. It was an aroma so unique to him that you had grown to like it.

You were looking at his lips before you knew it, giving way to a craving you couldn't explain, "I'll try a cigarette, if you have any."

He smiled softly, reaching into his pocket and flipping open a carton of cigarettes and a lighter. He placed a cancer stick between your lips, and you felt a part of you die a little. He struck the wheel of the lighter, bringing the cigarette to life.

You coughed so hard that you nearly hacked up a lung. It had been years since your last cigarette.

Hayakawa stepped behind you, cupping a hand around your elbow, sliding it up your arm, your wrist, your fingers before he plucked the cigarette from your digits.

"First time?" He asked, warm voice hot against your neck.

"Wanted to give it a try," You shrugged. You didn't know what, exactly, had gotten into you. It seemed that with every sip of liquor you took lately, you crept closer and closer back to your old self. The sort of liquid courage that made people make very bad decisions. "Sorry. I'm a little," You waved your hands around yourself, trying to gesture 'drunk' without actually saying it.

"How brave of you," He murmured, pulling a hit from your cigarette and exhaling. He was the picture of sin – face flushed with alcohol, messy bangs, pink lips wrapped around a cancer stick. He was so pretty it hurt.

"I'll try it again when I'm sober," You offered.

"When?" He asked, breathing smoke out into the air. "Where?"

As persistent as always, you thought. Still, you didn't necessarily mind the attention anymore. You told yourself that it didn't matter – you would be out of here soon anyway, and everything would be far behind you before you knew it.

"Why is it that every time I'm inebriated... God tests me by throwing you in my way?" You laughed, Truly, you wished you had considered the implications of your words a little more before you had said them. "Just as I thought your manners had improved since the party. You behaved badly, then. You know that? Very badly," you hiccuped. "You should be ashamed of yourself, throwing– hic–throwing yourself at a married woman like that."

He didn't acknowledge your drunken ramblings, and he also didn't deny the fact that he had been doing exactly that – throwing himself at a married woman.

"Hardly my fault," He breathed out. "I just can't seem to resist you."

"Don't worry," You replied, eyeing him up dubiously as he pulled another hit from what was left of your cigarette. "I'm leaving tomorrow. Won't have to worry about resisting me after that."

"I know," He answered back. "Selfishly enough, I spent the last few hours wishing your train got delayed one more day, or something like that," He exhaled, then snuffed his cigarette out on the balcony, "Still, I'm glad I could see you before you went home."

"I wish I could say the same about you," You replied before you could stop the words from coming out.

He poked his tongue through the inside of his cheek, retorting, "You're gonna sit here and act like you didn't invite me? Like your eyes didn't light up like a child when you saw me pull up?" He turned around, commanding even more of your attention, standing at least a foot and a half taller than you. "You wanted me to come tonight."

It was true. That's the worst part. Everything he said was the truth.

"So that I could say goodbye," You said with remarkable finality, "I'm leaving after this."

You hadn't originally planned on leaving so soon, of course, but you wanted to get the hell out of here before you made another bad decision.

"Already?" He asked.

"You're the one who ran late," You replied. "This ends tonight. I'm going to say bye to everyone else, then I'll be gone."

With that being said, you made your way back to the door. You would go inside, bid everyone farewell, collect your belongings, and then–

He called your name before you could go back inside. You froze in place.

"Am I misreading the signals?" He asked.

You sighed, turning around one last time to clear the air, "This has to stop, Aki. You make me feel like... like I'm guilty of something."

He implored you, "What do you want me to do?"

"Go back to Himeno," You answered, a biting undertone seeping through your words. You were undeniably bitter about the whole situation, and under any other circumstances, you would have tried to be a good sport, but...

Himeno's words were a heavy weight on your heart.

'Don't mess up a relationship with a perfectly good man for Aki.'

'You should leave him for someone who can actually give him what he needs."

You could never be what Aki wanted. He wanted all of you – not just a week of you, clearly. You were married, and you couldn't let all of that go over a guy you'd been toeing the line with for what seemed like ages.

He was a young man. The fact of the matter was that you were a grown woman. A married one.

"She's a sweet, kind woman," You continued. You felt like you were going to be sick just being near him. Unknowingly, tears began to prickle at the corners of your eyes. "Go back and beg her to forgive you. Go be with someone who wants to be with you. Who can be with you."

"No," He answered simply. There was an intensity in his eyes that frightened you, like he would die without you, as he continued, "That's not what you want. I think we both know that. I refused a mission in Hiroshima to stay here with you. I planned to let go of another one in Beijing," He swallowed, "I can change my mind, and you'll never see me again."

"If you have any consideration for me," Your voice was a shuddering whisper, like someone could walk out any minute and hear the two of you going back and forth. "Any semblance– a shrivel of compassion, you'll give me back my peace."

He shook his head, "I can't. You know I can't. You've consumed every inch of my peace, every inch of my mind. How can I give you your peace?"

Fair point.

You had nothing to say to him. So, silently, your vision blurred with tears, you glared at him. Glared and frowned like that would make you believe he was the sole contributor to this issue. Then, again, you turned on your heel and went for the door. You entered the bar quickly.

He followed not too long after you, "I'll go to Beijing, then."

"No." You said. Your teary-eyed fury caught the eyes of more than a few confused bar patrons. "I don't want you to go."

Everyone was looking at you. Seriously, everyone. Your old coworkers, the bartenders, everybody.

You swallowed down your pride, bowing down before them all. "Good night, everyone," You said. You plucked your purse and your jacket off of the barstool. "Thank you for everything. I'm leaving."

Ignoring the confused looks and hushed whispers from the patrons, you exited the bar, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. The rain had started to fall, a soft drizzle quickly turning into a steady downpour. You barely noticed, too wrapped up in the turmoil inside your head. The cold, wet sensation of the rain soaked through your clothes, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You just needed to get away, to clear your mind.

But of course, Aki followed after you. You could hear him calling your name, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. You quickened your pace, almost running, your heels splashing through puddles as you made your way down the block. His footsteps pounded behind you, matching your speed. You couldn't escape him, couldn't outrun him.

Finally, he caught up to you, grabbing your arm to stop you. "Wait, can we please talk?" he pleaded, his voice breathless and desperate.

You turned to face him, rain pouring down around you both. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his suit jacket soaked through. The intensity in his eyes matched the storm, a fierce determination that made your heart ache. You met his gaze begrudgingly, not wanting to deal with this, not wanting to deal with him.

"Have I really been imagining all of this?" He asked. He sounded broken. "Is it really all in my head? Tell me if it's a lie. Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me you mean it—all of it," he paused, taking a shuddering breath. "Or tell me the truth."

You swallowed hard, the weight of the situation crashing down on you. "I don't know how to feel, Aki," you finally admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm trying to be good, but you just keep fucking—popping up everywhere. And you say these pretty things to me, and," You choked back a sob, struggling to find the right words. "I can't help myself around you."

"Running from your problems won't make me go away," he said, stepping forward to put his hands gently on your waist.

There was a long pause as you stood there in the rain, staring at each other. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you. The storm, the bar, everything else was just a blur. You were tired—tired of running, tired of the confusion, tired of pretending that everything was fine when it wasn't.

He added, "You can't run from your feelings."

This time, it was his eyes that dropped to your lips. His tongue darted out to dampen his own, and then his eyes flicked up to your face. When he spoke, his voice was huskier than before, as if it had been tainted by an emotion that hadn't been there before. Was it lust? Passion? Whatever it was, you wanted more of it.

Your eyes widened. Your mouth had run dry. You didn't know what to say. Even being like this right now -- as close as you were, -- was against your wedding vows. This was wrong, and you couldn't do that to your own husband.

Your own husband who loved you so dearly.

Your own husband who left you hanging so many nights on end.

Your own husband, who acted as if he couldn't care if you lived or died.

As if he had sensed your train of thought wandering, Aki placed two fingers beneath your chin, lifting your face up until he was the captor of all of your attention. Him and him alone. Not your husband, but him.

"I could treat you like a princess," His eyes wandered down to your lips again, but this time there was an unspoken hunger within them. "All you have to do is ask, and I'm yours. I already am."

And, God, what a fool you had been in uttering the words, "Don't toy with my emotions. You don't want me."

He paused, awaiting something, anything. His eyes pleaded with your own, luring you in with promises of pleasure and happiness. Gently, he grabbed your hand, placing it over his breast, right above his heart.

"I want you so badly it hurts," He breathed, "For a night, for a day, for a week..." Aki closed the gap between the two of you – brought your faces closer together. Closer, until you could feel the warmth of his calm breath fanning out against your cheek. Closer, until he uttered, "As long as you'll let me have you."

"Aki, I can't-...." You paused. Yet, still, you never moved. Your body betrayed your words, dilated pupils and trembling hands giving way to your internal dilemma. "This is wrong. You know I can't do this."

You were being a hypocrite. You knew you were. One spare glance down at the placement of your hands on his chest -- one over his breast and one looped around his tie -- and you knew he could tell you were only putting up a front.

"I know," he murmured softly, words practically dying beneath the volume of the rain, "But I can't stop thinking about you."

You folded. Your eyes dropped down to his lips one last time, and that's when you knew he had already won.

Fuck it.

"Fuck you," you muttered, feeling a surge of reckless abandon.

Without thinking, you reached out and pulled him towards you, crashing your lips against his in a desperate, frenzied kiss. It was messy and wet, your tears mixing with the rain, your hands tangling in his hair as his arms finally wrapped around you.

The kiss was filled with all the pent-up emotions, the longing, the frustration, the desire. It was passion, it was anger – it was tongue and teeth and lips smearing your lipstick over the lower half of your face. It was two black holes finally colliding after circling around each other far too long.

"I can't make sense of it. I want... you," you sighed, pulling away, voice trembling, "I don't know what any of this means anymore. I don't know what to think."

"Then don't," he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. He tasted like cigarette smoke, beer and mint gum – a flavor so utterly addicting that you couldn't seem to get enough of it. "Don't think. Let me take you back to your room."

You hesitated, the reality of the situation hitting you. This was crossing a line, a line you couldn't uncross. But as you looked into his eyes, saw the same turmoil reflected back at you, you felt your resolve crumble.

You were tired of pretending.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rain. It was a final, resigned acceptance, the last nail in the coffin of your restraint.

You were tired of running from the inevitable.

a/n: dont hate me. LMFAOAOAOOAOA. i had to! i absolutely loved writing this chapter and i loved writing tipsy obsessed aki. i headcannon that he's a touchy needy bf and no one can tell me otherwise. i think you all know what happens next. im not sayin nothin tho. hehe. ANYWAYYYYY LMK WHAT YALL THOUGHTTTTT i look forward to hearing it!!! lmk what yall wanna see in the next few chapters/over the course of the story. and if youve already watched anna karenina (or read, in which case... how...) shhhhhh youve seen nothing. muah! x

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[newtonsheffield]

Molly have you seen the article by the Sun? Season 3 has been seen by the press and apparently Kanthony are doing it everywhere in season 3 🤣

I mean what did we expect from these hoes?

I haven’t seen the article but I’m… not surprised.

Anthony and Kate spent months of their lives thinking they weren’t able to be together and now that they are… they’re celebrating life.

Bless them.

I also just know there are going to be rumours everywhere about how often they disappear with one another. How they only like each other’s company. The morning of Francesca’s presentation I know Kate had to put her hand on Anthony’s chest to hold him back when he tried to drag her back to bed after she rose early.

“No! No! Do not use those eyes on me Anthony, I mean it.”

Anthony pouted, kissing her neck gently, “But it’d be so nice, love. You know it would be.”

Kate let out a breathy gasp, leaning into his touch before she pulled away, yanking in the rope for her maid before he could do anything else. “I have so much to do today, Anthony.”

Anthony sighed, flopping back on the bed “Am I somewhere on the list?”

“I’ll pencil you in for when we get home if you’re a very good boy and place nicely with the other gentlemen.” Kate chuckled as her maid entered, still staring skittishly at Lord Bridgerton, messy haired with only a sheet covering him, pouting like a tiny boy who had to share his toys. “Don’t worry, Lord Bridgerton was just retiring to his own dressing room. He’s bothered me quite enough for one day. And in my own rooms as well, shameless.”

Anthony huffed, bundling the sheets up around him and striding into his dressing room. “This used to be my room!”

“And you were the one who threatened to board up the viscountess rooms all together. What’s yours is mine now I believe, Anthony.”

“Well, I love you and I’ll see you at breakfast I suppose!” Anthony bowed irritably to the maid. “Good morning.”

“I love you too!” The door to his dressing room snapped shut and Kate sighed, “Silly man.”

“Everyone used to be so scared of him.” The maid squeaked. “I don’t remember why now.”

“I heard that!”

“Stop eavesdropping then!”

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calum cheats on you, yet you keep running back. | part 2 | part 3 |

complete | 2k

calum is your body guard, you both are in a secret relationship because you are model but also a royal princess. | part 2 |

reflecting | 1k

calum and you make a trip to the bathroom.

secrets | 2k

calum eavesdrop on your conversation.

change your mind | 5k ✰

calum is the typical fratboy who wants to change your mind about him.

worked up | 1k

calum helps you relax after focusing on school too much.

fast learner | 3k 𐙚 ✰

you give calum head for the first time.

interruption | 2k 𐙚 ✰

you’re the wife of calum hood who is one the leaders of a mafia ring. | part 2 |

future | 4k 𐙚

calum’s life with y/n as a woc.

shameless | 3.7k 𐙚

calum wants someone to walk in.

vacation | 9.2k

your mom sends you off on vacation where you meet calum.

southside serpent | 5.8k 𐙚

calum invites himself over so you can help him study.

𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

enamoured | incomplete ★

in an alternate universe, luke buys aurora palvin and falls in love with her.

i'm sorry | 2k

luke makes it up to you after coming home late.

help | 3k ✰

in luke’s pov, he tutors y/n who was plotting all along.

angel | 4k

in luke’s pov, he falls for his new neighbour.

diamonds & gold | 3k

in luke’s pov, he’s protects y/n from the guy harassing her in school.

lolita | 3k ✰

in luke’s pov, he lets his step-sister give him a blowjob.

daddy's good girl | 3k

you disobey luke.

space | 3k

luke helping you study for science.

french study session | 5k 𐙚 ✰

you fail your french test and luke offers to correct were you went wrong.

the seven deadly sins: lust | 3.7k

overly religious luke meets you.

mr. hemmings | 5.5k ✰

you fall in love with your neighbour. | part 2 | part 3 |

southside serpent | 5.3k ✰

luke won’t stop bothering you.

heaven sent | 5.1k

you don’t want luke to leave. cmbrn inspired.

𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧

my little gift | 2k

ashton unwraps you in front of the fireplace.

silent | 3k 𐙚

ashton makes you wear a remote vibrator during class.

office escapades | 3k 𐙚

ashton admits he has feelings for his coworker. gymteacher!ash

southside serpent | 4.8k 𐙚

ashton is your childhood bestfriend who always had a thing for you.

𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

confused | 2k

michael falls in love with you, but you only know french.

your day | 548

michael eats you out for your birthday.

unusual friendship | 3.4k

you want to try something new with your friend.

forbidden love | 4k

demigod!michael is in a relationship with you.

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

he finds out you slept with another band member. | part 2 |

𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬

appreciation post ( this is so bad lmfao )

au; cal & his girlfriend

au; college cal

au; ceo luke

wink ( this is really terrible too )

why don't you? 𐙚

[minniiaa]

Luffy asking ZoSan who tops and who bottoms (because why wouldn't he) and realizing that he can in fact top Law + Zoro sympathizing with Law knowing what it's like to have a crazy fucker top you Excerpt from "In the Heart's Embrace"

“Soooo who takes and who gives?” Luffy’s eyes glinted. Law was mid sip of water came flying out of his mouth when he heard the way too personal question.

“Luffy, you can’t just ask that!” He choked, wiping the wetness of his lips. The water he spit landed on Luffy’s shirt and he grabbed a napkin to wipe it off. Jesus christ. This idiot did not have any boundaries, did he?

“It’s usually Zoro who gives but sometimes I do too,” Sanji said with a shrug and a puff of his cigarette. They really were both shameless weren’t they? Law looked to Zoro for any signs of embarrassment but he just lounged there, cool as a cucumber. 

Suddenly, Luffy spun around from where he was perched in his lap and grabbed him by the collar. Law jumped in surprise at the quick motion, his reflexes failing him as he almost fell off of the chair with Luffy in tow.

“Is that a thing? Why don’t we do that, Law? I want to try!” Luffy exclaimed as he pulled Law’s forehead to his. Honestly he had wondered how it took so long for Luffy to realize that was a thing he could in fact do. 

Law sighed. It wasn’t that he wasn’t vehemently against the idea of bottoming for Luffy but he didn’t particularly enjoy it either He absolutely loved it when Luffy took control and dominated him. Although being in control of everything was in his nature, it was kind of nice he when he could let go and let Luffy have his way with him.

The thing that terrified him was the sheer amount of stamina and unbridled lust that Luffy possessed. He had never let anyone fuck him before and had a feeling that if Luffy was the one to do it, he would not be able to walk for at least a day or two. He would probably find out soon if that was the case. 

“You never asked,” Law mumbled in return. The sparkle in Luffy’s eyes said it all. Now that he had the idea in his head, Law was fucked. Literally.

“Thanks for the idea, Sanji! Can’t wait to try it out. You should totally give me some pointers later,” Sanji and Luffy cackled like schoolgirls and Zoro poured him a shot, passing it to him with a sympathetic look.

“Good luck, bro. You’re gonna need it,” he said.

“Can I take you up on that offer of killing me now?” he groaned and pressed a hand to his face.

“I would say yes but I think Luffy would kill me if I did that,” Zoro muttered and Law couldn’t disagree with him.

“Yeah I would. You can’t kill him Zoro, he’s mine,” Luffy eavesdropped before wrapping his arms around Law’s neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: [Blind Love] Chapter 22

Chapter 21

♡———♡

Kate: L-let me go. I can’t go get Roger like this.

Alfons: I don’t want to. …Look this way, Kate.

When he whispers to me in a sweet voice, as if he's soothing a kitten, it's hard to keep my face turned away.

But as I persist, his lips come close enough to touch my earlobe...

Alfons: If you don't, I'll bite those cute, pointed lips.

Alfons: I'm going to mess you up so bad that you'll be dying to have me inside of you right now.

Shameless words were whispered in my ear along with his breath.

Kate: N-no... this is wrong...!

Alfons: ................

(......!)

When I hurriedly turned to face Alfons, I saw a much gentler smile than I expected—and my heart was deeply shaken.

Alfons: You really are... such a lovely person.

Kate: ......

Alfons: So innocent.

Once again, I'm being toyed with.

Even so... for just a moment, I felt like I caught a glimpse of real love.

I get carried away by that alone, so I guess I really am as innocent as Alfons says.

(But... even if I'm innocent, it doesn't matter.)

(Because I'm happy to feel like I'm truly reflected in your eyes.)

While watching me gaze back without a word of protest, Alfons continued speaking with amusement.

Alfons: Since you're keeping me waiting, I assume you'll be providing appropriate services?

Kate: S-services...?

Alfons: I'm looking forward to it.

His seductive smile, the kind you'd see on a bed, makes my face flush.

After looking at me with satisfaction, Alfons raised his voice toward the ceiling.

Alfons: So, Roger!

Alfons: I think you can hear me, but I've come back to life, so please check my vitals!

(That's right...!)

(Roger has really good hearing, so he must have already noticed that Alfons woke up—)

As if to confirm my prediction, Roger and Elbert calmly descend the stairs.

I hurriedly get out of bed and straighten up, and Roger raises the corner of his mouth as if to tease me.

Roger: One minute you're clinging to a living corpse and crying, the next minute you're getting cozy. I was wondering when to come in.

(A living corpse... ... as I thought!)

It seems that even when I was shown an illusion of Alfons dying and I was crying, Roger could still clearly hear Alfons' heartbeat.

Kate: It's not fair that I was the only one who had to go through such a terrible experience...

Roger: If you have complaints, tell that man over there.

Alfons: It's rather uncouth to eavesdrop on the emotional reunion of a couple in love, isn't it?

Roger: It was my duty as a surgeon. I didn't want to hear it either.

Elbert: ...Al.

Suddenly, Elbert walked up to Alfons' bed.

Alfons: ...Elbert. What is it?

Elbert took out a piece of paper.

(Is that...the note Alfons left behind?)

Elbert: Is this beautiful?

Alfons glanced at the words he had written and gave a wry smile.

Alfons: ...Hardly. It's trash.

Elbert: I see...but I think I'll keep it.

Alfons: Why?

Elbert: ...Because it's a letter you gave me.

Alfons: Ha..., .............

He started to say something, but swallowed the words back into his throat...

(This is the first time I've seen Alfons so troubled by a response...)

Elbert: I'm glad you're alive.

Alfons: ...Haah.

A sigh escaped from his lips, which had been closed, troubled by how to respond.

Alfons: Did I lose another bet with you?

Elbert: ...It seems so.

Alfons: Honestly...you're just as much of a fool as Kate.

When Alfons went to his death, he only left something for Elbert.

(Whether it was out of guilt or a desire to leave some kind of trace, I don't know...)

But I know that Elbert is special to him, and I'm a little jealous.

As I took a step back and watched their exchange, I heard a stifled laugh from beside me.

Roger: Heh, heh... Your jealousy is showing, lil lady.

Kate: ...!

It's so embarrassing to be jealous of Elbert and have it pointed out to me.

(But, since it's out in the open... maybe I'll ask)

Kate: ...The reason Alfons is always with Elbert...

Kate: Alfons made it sound like it was for money, but... there must be more to it, right?

Roger: Who knows. I don't know his true intentions either.

Roger: I think I heard him say something like, "I couldn't drive him crazy when we first met."

("Couldn't drive him crazy"...)

If I translate Alfons' vocabulary, "drive him crazy" could be interpreted as "help him escape from the harsh reality."

In other words, he means he couldn't help Elbert when he was crushed by reality.

(Maybe he couldn't leave him alone and stayed with him)

(The truth behind that letter... might have been just what it said)

----"Have a lovely rest of your life."

(I don't know if it's irresponsible or caring)

But that's Alfons... and I really like him that way.

Elbert: Speaking of which... it's good that my blood type was a match.

Alfons: ...Your blood?

Elbert: Yeah. Roger gave you a transfusion... didn't you hear?

Alfons: ...

This is the second time today Alfons has fallen silent.

(I shouldn't say this, but... it's fun to see Alfons being thrown off balance)

Alfons: ...Roger? Can I talk to you for a minute?

Roger: Didn't I get your consent?

Alfons: That's strange, I don't remember.

Roger: Maybe because you were delirious from hemorrhagic shock?

Roger laughs with his arms crossed, and the temperature of the smile plastered on Alfons' face drops.

Alfons: You say the same thing when you take a drunk woman home and get blamed the next morning, you're the worst.

Roger: Don't lump me in with you.

Roger: If El's "greed" from sharing blood has transferred to you, it would be an interesting case study.

Roger: If the curse is blood-borne, and if you replace all the blood... well, what do you think would happen?

(Even if a blood transfusion was the best way to save him, you're really something, Roger. Always so dedicated to your research...)

Alfons: Would you please stop experimenting on people without their permission?

Roger: Sorry, but I can't do that. You owe me big time for saving your life.

Roger: I'll make sure you pay me back properly. With your body.

Alfons: Oh dear!

Alfons: Help me, Kate! This beast is going to suck me dry!

Kate: Give it up, Alfons. Because--

---CHOICES---

Roger saved your life.

I support Roger.

A debt is a debt.

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Kate: I will continue to look for ways to escape your fate...

Kate: In fact, I support Roger.

Alfons: It's sad how I have no allies.

Elbert: ...Roger, ...go easy on him.

Roger: Yeah, I'll go easy.

Alfons: Thanks for the useless support, Elbert.

-

Alfons' life was no longer in danger, and we finally regained our peace.

As for the members of the Purification Club who came into contact with Alfons, William and the others captured all of them that day, extracted the necessary information, and then...executed them.

Naturally, they couldn't be released since they had seen the Crown's face.

There was no reason to let them go, as they had been orchestrating the massacre of innocent people, taking advantage of the lack of police or judicial intervention.

"Fight evil with evil" - that's what Crown is for.

-

---And a few days later, on the night Alfons was allowed to return to his normal life, the Crown was summoned again.

Jude: What, ya didn' die after all?

Alfons: Yes, I'm right here! Buy me a drink to celebrate my recovery.

Jude: Huh? Why should I buy ya a drink? Celebrate on yer own if ya want to.

Roger: Let's have a drink together for old time's sake, Jude. On your tab.

Liam: That sounds fun, I'm in!

Victor: Yes, yes, me too!

The lively table with everyone gathered together felt like it had been a while, and my face broke into a smile.

Harrison: Wouldn't it be faster to just have a drinking party at the castle?

Elbert: Al said that drinking outside the castle and drinking inside the castle have different effects on the amount of alcohol consumed...

Ellis: The effect of the amount of alcohol consumed...?

Kate: I think it means how good you feel relative to the amount you drink.

Looking around at the scene, William chuckled in the back of his throat.

William: Unfortunately, celebrating Alfons' recovery with Jude's money will have to wait a little longer.

Jude: I won't wait any longer.

Jude spat out briefly, and William opened his mouth again.

William: The other day, after Alfons risked his life to contact the enemy,

William: The Purification Club seems to have stopped attacking Crown for the time being.

William's bloodshot eyes narrowed, and Crown's expression changed.

William: It seems that Congressman Gore has realized that if they attack us, they will be the ones eliminated.

William: He is trying to sever ties with the Privy Council.

Alfons: As expected, he's cunning after years of serving as a congressman.

William: -But just because they've stopped targeting us doesn't mean their crimes are any less serious.

William: And the Privy Council isn't sentimental enough to protect a pawn that's no longer useful.

Victor: It's an opportunity, my dear cursed ones.

(The Crown... will judge the ringleaders of the Purification Club)

(The massacre in the slums... will finally end)

Alfons: As for the punishment of those in the Privy Council who obstructed justice,

Alfons: I'm sure you and William will take care of that, won't you, Victor?

Alfons: Then - can you let me judge Congressman Gore, the leader of the club?

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Blind Love: Chapter 23

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