#so please can we try and get along? i would like to stay here

[starrihan]

Compression Top (Jaehyun Fic)

→ Pairing: Jaehyun x afab! reader

→ Plot: Jaehyun's sexy compression top has you worked up from the minute you see him wearing it

→ Genre: switch! Jaehyun x switch! Reader, ab riding, squirting, cowgirl, use of nicknames like 'baby' and 'baby boy,'

→ Warnings: none!

→ Word Count: 1,566

Notes: I was talking to a little birdy~ (you know who you are baby girl 😉) and JAEHYUN IN A COMPRESSION TOP 🥵🥵🥵 I’m literally melting cuz that’s so hot like I’m so feral for that man!! So why don’t we do some headcannons for Jaehyun in that slutty compression top! I didn’t know whether I wanted to lean dom! Jaehyun or sub! Jaehyun so maybe this is a little bit of both 🤭(not proofread!)

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Imagine being on FaceTime with Jaehyun during the photoshoots for No Genre and he answers you, showing you his outfit. He’d prop his phone against a water bottle, standing back and showing you the whole outfit, but all you could focus on is his waist.

“What do you think baby? It looks good right?”

He’d ask, happiness trialing along his voice as he feels confident in his attire.

“The stylist’s did so well with everyone’s outfits today!”

But you wouldn’t even answer, gagged and gawking at how slim his waist is, nodding mindlessly and imagining him plunging into you while wearing it.

“You look so good babe! Your waist… it’s so… pretty…”

You’re staring at him hard and he’s blushing, happy that you like it but pretending to cover up, crossing his arms over his body.

“Stop staring at me like that you weirdo, it’s too early to be thirsting over me.”

He sasses, but you can’t help the way you feel.

“Could you bring that home with you, by any chance?”

He smirks at the way you bite your lips, looking around to see if anyone is within ear shot before he says his next line:

“Why? Is my baby girl imaging me ruining her while I wear this top? Can I have you begging by the time I get back to fuck you while wearing this?”

He quirks a brow at your frantic nodding, not even trying to contain your excitement. You’ve barely even gotten out of bed yet, knowing his shoot was early and calling him as soon as he was ready and had some free time.

“Please Jaehyun… please come back with it!”

“I’ll try baby, but sometimes they don’t let us keep the clothes. But stay ready for me anyways. I gotta go, love you.”

He’d wink at you, kissing the phone screen all dramatically before hanging up.

By the time he gets home, you’re already slicked up and ready waiting for him before he comes through that door, wearing that shirt or not. You wouldn’t even waste your time hiding or parading around your need for him, calling him into the bedroom as soon as he gets back, legs spread open and fingers slowly working up your clit. His mouth would hang open at the sight, almost drooling at how delicious you look.

“All of this because of a simple compression top…”

He says, opening his jacket and revealing to you the very thing that had you wound up like this in the first place. The black compression shirt, hugging his body just right, the faint trace of his ab lines poking through. It was your turn to almost drool, gawking at the sight in front you like he was a mannequin in a store.

“I told you it looked very good…

He’s already straining against his pants by the time he’s shrugging off his jacket, not bothering to put it any place neat and crawling over to you on the bed.

“You look so sexy baby, even more than me in this top,”

He says before hungrily attaching his lips to yours. You moan into the kiss, fingers pressing harder against your clit as in of his hands move to yours waist, the other holding your head in place. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip before fully entering your mouth with it, groaning at the feeling. Your moans are driving him further, moving his kisses down your neck, open-mouthed and wet, a visible trail of saliva glistening against the warm lighting in the room.

One hand goes down to replace yours on your clit, gently fiddling with the little bud as your hairs find their place in his hair, tugging on it harshly as sharp moans escape your lips. It’s then that he gets an idea, pulling away from you completely— to which you whine— and pulling that alluring smirk on his face. He quickly flips you over, now laying on his back and has you straddling his tummy.

“They let me keep this shirt, and now I want you to ruin it. Go on, ride my abs through this shirt baby, I know you’ve been thinking about it.”

You feel your brain short circuiting at his command, instantly moving your hips back and forth on his abs over his shirt, like it’s second nature. The feeling of the rough fabric against your wet clit is like heaven, a moaning falling from your lips at each thrust of your hips.

You grab his hair again, pulling hard when his hands grab your waist, grinding you down onto him even harder. Your whines and whimpers are music to his ears, keeping one hand on your waist while the other goes down to take his pants off, needing relief from the strict confines of his cargo pants. He groans as the cold air hits his aching length, almost soothing it from its red, angry state. You instinctively bring your hand behind you, wrapping it around his length and giving it a good squeeze, both of your moans syncing up.

"Fuck, Jae... I'm cumming..."

He nods his head as he continues helping you move your hips, cock getting impossibly harder as the opaque liquid puddles around his stomach area, staining the shirt and seeping through it.

"You're so fucking hot I need you right now,"

He's about to move you off him to lay you down when you push his shoulders back, kissing him.

"You came home in the shirt for me, let me help you out now, as a thank you."

He smiles into the kiss, thanking the stars that you're so eager to take care of him. You lower yourself on his body, rubbing yourself up and down his length, using your slick to lube him up. He moans into your mouth, the sudden touch sending a jolt up his spine.

"My pretty baby boy, I bet you'd been thinking about this all day, knowing how worked up you got me just by showing yourself off..."

His frantic nods and little whimpers confirm your statement as you continue to tease him, loving the feeling of his cock twitching between your folds. You laugh in awe, finding his actions endearing, that he's been just as needy as you have been this whole time.

"Poor baby, it was probably hard for you to contain yourself during filming today huh? Thinking about how needy I was for you?"

He doesn't give you a response, words trapped in his dry throat as the pleasure builds quick. You don't want to make him wait anymore, also because you can't take it anymore, finally lining yourself up before sinking down on his cock. The simultaneous groans from you both are loud, like the biggest relief has just washed over you. But you truly let your moans go when you start riding him, moving your hips back and forth like you were before, but with more vigor this time.

He's rubbing circles into your hips, hands gripping your ass to help you bounce on him. You place your hands on his chest, using him for stability as you bounce faster, sweat lining your forehead as your legs start to cramp up. He can tell you're tired, trying to soothe you to help you continue. But you can't, broken moans escaping your lips as you start to slow down from the lack of energy you have left in your body.

"It's okay baby, you did great. I can handle the rest."

He mounts his feet down on the bed, knees up as he adjusts you slightly, making sure you're comfortable before he start pistoning his hips into you at a speed you didn't think was possible. His thrusts are quick, but rough as he moves you up and down with him, meeting his thrusts harder than before. You really can't hold on for long now, climax building quicker than ever.

You're fluttering around him, pulling him in just as much as he's pushing himself in further, just barely kissing your cervix. Throwing your head back, you feel a gush of liquid rush down your legs, soaking the bottom of his shirt and the bedsheets below you guys.

"Holy shit,"

He mutters, pushing into you one last time, nestling himself as deep as he can when he finally releases his load inside of you. You're breathing is shallow and heavy as you lay back on his knees, completely blissed out. He pushes his sweaty hair out of his face, watching as a mix of yours and his cum leaks out of you, smiling in satisfaction.

"You've never squirted on my dick before... I'm gonna ask them to put me in compression tops more often."

You playfully slap his thigh, looking down at him with hearts in your eyes. You slowly lift yourself off, whimpering as the feeling of being empty washes over you. You lay down next to him, pulling him close as you throw a leg over him.

"I love you Jaehyun."

"I love you too, Y/N."

You smile bright, pulling him in for a kiss, this one being more gentle and romantic. He pulls away first, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Round 2 in the shower while I clean you up?"

You can't help the laugh that escapes your lips at his suggestion, agreeing to his wishes as he carried you to the bathroom.

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[ladyyomiart]

Here's a funny little scene in which Heisuke and Souji attend a packed performance of the famous maiko Kohana (OC). 🎟️✨ (I'm quite amazed that I've only used this word three times in the ±150K words of my fic's WIP, lol).

"Good evening, distinguished masters!" greeted maiko Kosuzu, who verified the visitors' tickets at the entrance. "May you have a pleasant stay."

"Oh, yeah." Heisuke handed her the tickets. "I'm sure it'll be the best in a long time."

"Come in, come in." Kosuzu bowed and let them enter the place. Her gaze followed the last of the ronin, whom she recognized as one of the dudes who used to tag along with the fearsome Serizawa during his nightly escapades. The last thing they needed were two Shinsengumi members at the Okiya! What would she do if they thwarted what she and Kohana had planned for that night? She tightened her lips, straining to keep smiling; she couldn't arouse suspicion of any kind.

"Damn, it's crowded," said the one being watched without noticing it. "I don't think we'll be able to see anything happening on the stage from here."

"Of course we can, Souji. They wouldn't let so many people in if it wasn't possible to see the act from afar."

"There are too many people..." He frowned and put his hand preemptively on the hilt of his sword. "If things go wrong we won't be able to unsheathe easily in the crowd."

"How could a simple flower-and-colored-paper routine go awry?!" He grimaced as he tried to push his way through the crowd. "You're making me nervous... with all these doubts of yours!"

"Better nervous than dead." He remained unfazed in spite of his growing uncertainty. "We have to move, anyone could stab us in this spot and walk calmly out the front door."

"Damn it, Souji!" Heisuke raised his voice to make himself heard over the noise. "Don't you remember what it was to have fun anymore?! Relax! No one will notice us while Kohana-chan is around!"

"Would you like me to write that on your epitaph?" One of his eyelids trembled when he received another push and he had to hold himself back from pulling his sword out of its sheath. "Stay here if you feel like it, I'll look for a more convenient location."

"Agh, but the view is great here! Come back, Souji! If you go away you won't be able to get back to...!" Heisuke was interrupted as a new surge of customers entered the place and dragged him along with them on their way to the stage. "H, hey! Wait! S, stop pushing! I was here first!"

Okita huffed as he saw him disappear into the central area of the hall, hoping Heisuke wouldn't get into trouble as he looked for a place that would allow him to ensure the event's safety. He moved toward the front door, but found it impossible to leave the Okiya. It felt like all of Kyoto was trying to squeeze inside the cramped foyer. Okita cursed under his breath, wondering why they hadn't held the function outdoors.

"Please...!" Kosuzu shouted through the crowd. "Please take your seats! The show is about to begin!"

Okita backtracked until he came across the wooden stairs leading to the upper floor, which seemed like a gift from heaven. If he climbed up, he could get rid of the flood of people that was about to suffocate him! He hurried to the top of the venue, away from the mass of visitors crushing against the stage's base.

"Well, that's better." He leaned against the balcony railing overhanging the second floor and stifled a low chuckle when he saw Heisuke struggle to push and shove his way out of the unprivileged position to which he'd been dragged into. There was no doubt his short height was working against him.

[Excerpt from Chapter 11 "Fly Out of the Golden Cage!" of my Canon x OC Hakuouki fanfic "A Friend Like You"].

this week's word is...

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[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Okay okay, so after being obsessed with a certain Mr Saturo, I had to turn from writing horror stories, to smutty fanfic....anything to satisfy my obsessed 😅

So here goes, my try at some smutty Gojo work! Please be gentle with me, it's my first time 😏

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Plot

Moved to Japan after mother married into clan.

Grew up seeing spirits and fighting them without training.

Met Gojo and Geto at sweet treat parlour.

Assumed gojo was blind because of his darkned glasses so offered to help him cross the street without realising he was with geto.

Gojo plays along.

Gojo offers to pay for me to hang out with them at a bar, get incredibly drunk together, stay at his where we have an intense night of pleasure.

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Can I ask you something kinda personal?

10, 10 and a half on a good day

What

What

Ummm, isn't it jarring for you to be blind at a packed out bar?

After my father died, my mother mourned for years. It was hard at times, considering she stopped working, and it meant I had to fend for myself from an early age, but overall I couldn't hate her for how she reacted. I couldn't even imagine losing my soul mate, let alone having to raise a child that looked exactly like him alongside making ends meet. After a few years of shit, I came home from uni and she told me after dinner that we had to move. I assumed it was because of my bad attitude at my lectures, or possibly because of debt, but as I opened my mouth to apologise, she told me she'd signed a contract, something to do with an arrange marriage, but that it meant we had to pack our things up and leave by the morning. I assumed she was lying and trying a last ditch effort to save me from the weight of bailiffs banging on our door in the morning, but I agreed and headed to my room to pack. Id given her enough grief over the years, and if it meant I got to leave that shitty school behind, I didn't care where we ended up. Seeing shit no one else can see, and having to kill said things all whilst trying to stray away from the 'psycho girl with dead daddy issues' allegations meant I wasn't exactly the happiest kid to be around most of the time, and meant that I wasn't exactly the highest achiever either.

After learning from a young age that none of my other classmates could see the monsters under their beds, or the weird disfigured creatures hanging around our teachers necks, I knew early on that I wasn't a normal kid. Years of therapist after therapist telling me I had severe trauma and that it was all in my mind, never really added up to me, especially when the apparent 'psychological apparitions' would sit on top of me and bare their teeth, cut me whenever they could, and would hold me under water as I struggled to breathe. These bastards weren't imaginary, and I had to fight for my life to get them off of me on multiple occasions. But hey, my dad died and my mum was going crazy, so you can't exactly  blame everyone for assuming I was cutting myself and making it up, right?

Morning came and as I got dressed and brought my bags downstairs to the front door, a strange man stood almost the same height of the entire doorframe, and greeted me.

"Nanami." He grabbed my bags gently but firmly from my hands and turned to walk towards his blacked out car. "This way please, miss. We'll miss our flight."

Something mildly comforting washed over me as this stern but gentle giant opened the car door for me. Inside my mother, her small purse and my childhood stuffed rabbit sat in the backseat.

"I get to ride shotgun?! Sick!" I exclaimed, never in my life had I ever gotten the chance to ride in such a fancy car, let alone upfront for everyone to see.

Pulling out of the drive, the man barely spoke. The whole journey was silent and when I asked for the radio to be put on, he didn't seem to even register that I spoke, focusing solely on driving us to our destination. I huffed and pulled my iPod from my bag, putting my headphones in i blasted my music and decided to pretend I was in sad music video for the rest of the journey. Arriving at the airport, I asked mum what we were going to do, considering we didn't have passports, to which Nanami pulled 3 passports from his left pocket and showed the front desk. Straight to a private jet, i couldnt help but smugly walk past every other person in line, declaring in a low tone, but loud enough for people to hear, 'guess we're just too good to wait.' I giggled towards my mother, who was still hanging her head low, contemplating the situation that we were going to meet when we stepped foot off the plane. I asked Nanami where we were heading, and again, he stayed silent.

"Am I just a ghost to you people? Ooooh im a ghoooooost....im gonna get'ch!" I joke to my mother,  tickling her sides abruptly. After her letting out a gentle laugh, I sprung behind Nanami and tried to tickle his sides. Hard as rock. God man this man was built like a Greek god. I won't lie, you could tell he was well trimmed from his tight fitted shirt, but it honestly felt like I was running my fingers against a brick wall.

"Please. This way." He gestured, completely unfazed.

Boarding the plane was magical, it felt like I was a celebrity! The long runway made it feel like everyone was adoring our presence, pretend paparazzi snapping pictures of our latest clothes, and I imagined waving goodbye to all my adoring fans as we were escorted to our seats. Leather recliners on a private jet? What the hell was my mum marrying into?! She was a beautiful, slender woman with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair, but even with that, surely just her looks didn't land her a millionaire, right?! I jumped into my seat and immediately laid it down in the sleeping position, to which Nanami forced it back upright and told me to behave.

"This isnt a vacation, you know that right? Your mother is sacrificing her happiness so you could join Jujitsu high school, so act with a little respect please."

Embarrassment clung to my face as I thanked my mum for her upcoming ordeal.

"Yeah, so, mums marrying some rich guy, which means I get to do some Japanese prancy dance moves right? Sounds kinda cool actually."

I smirk at Nanami, trying to break a smile from his lips.

"You actually have no idea what jujitsu is do you? Did you tell her nothing of this arranged marriage, and what her duties are to be going forward?" Nanami glared at my mother, evidently annoyed at her lack of explanation.

"I've told her she's going to a new school, and will have a new father. She'll find the rest out by herself im sure. She's resourceful enough." My mother didn't even look up from her shoes as she spoke to Nanami.

"Rest now, we arrive in 7 hours. I have business to sort." Nanami loosened his tie, disappeared off into the cockpit, leaving me and my mother to rest and contemplate our new future ahead of us.

I awoke to the plane landing on the runway and immediately looked out the window to see where the hell we were. Japan. What the fuck?! I didn't even know how to speak Japanese, how the hell was i going to go to a school here?!

"Um, mum? WHAT THE FUCK?! How am I gonna speak to anyone at the new school?! They're going to think im some dumb tourist and alienate me straight away!" I sink back into my seat, head in my hands, furious with my mother that she's dragged me half way around the world for some dick and money. Before she could even open her mouth, Nanami appeared,

"Right. We're here. Let's get you both off safely and into the car waiting for you."

"You're not driving us again? I don't think mum knows the driving laws in Japan, and certainly doesn't have a Japanese driving licence...." He put his hand out for me to stop talking.

"The driver is waiting, I'll meet back up with you later." He bowed and exited the plane, leaving us to get our bags and wonder around the airport, hoping to look for someone holding a sign that says "dipshit English tourists this way".

After exiting the plane we were greeted with a smiley young man with bright pink hair, and another slightly older man with glasses, opening a car door for us.

"Yo Im Yuji! You must be Y/N, I've heard absolutely nothing about you except your name!" He donned a sweet smile and opened his arms for an embrace. As I looked towards my mum, he pulled me into his embrace and squeezed tightly.

"You're....friendly" I say as all the air escapes my lungs, "you speak English too, what a relief! I was terrified I wouldn't understand you and you'd think I was rude!" I try my best to seem upbeat, but I was totally terrified being in a new country, a million miles away from where I was born.

"Well yeah, it's our second language duh! Plus on our way over here Saturo had told us you probably didn't speak a word of Japanese so it'd probably be more welcoming if we spoke English!"

"Saturo? Sick name by the way!" I smiled politely towards the elder gentleman next to Yuji, assuming this was him.

"You think Ijichi is Saturo?!" Yuji roared with laughter, holding his sides as fell to the floor. Ijichi let out a grin and corrected me,

"Im Ijichi, you'll meet Saturo later im sure. That man never fails to make an....interesting entrance."

After we climbed into the car, Ijichi explained to us that mum would be dropped off at the new clan residence as I was then to be dropped to Jujtisu high school straight after.

"Clan? Mum you sure you don't need me to come with you, and make sure this creep really is who he said he was?" I nervously stare at mum, who still hangs her head low.

"It's fine, I've been instructed i need to meet this clan alone first, then introduce you after you've settled in at school. I'll be fine I promise, plus Nanami is waiting for me, and Ijichi will be coming back after dropping you and Yuji at school."

"Yeah she'll be fine! It's not a scary clan, they just think western woman are hot." Yuji giggled, trying to reassure me as best he could. "Plus, I get to show off the newbie to everyone, im kinda excited to not be the newbie anymore anyway!" He leaned against me, patting me on the thigh as he said this, then realised his hand lingered for more than a split second, and immediately recoiled and flustered himself. 

"Plus, seeing Saturo's reaction to you coming a day early will be hilarious! He likes to think he knows everything, so now I know something he doesn't! This is gonna be juicy."

After what seemed like only a second of looking out at the lush cherry blossom petals dancing in the wind, we arrived at the clans residence  and mum stepped out. Ijichi escorted her to the front steps and instructed her to wait there for Nanami.

"It's an hours drive to the school, but try to make yourself comfortable and wait for my return. A woman needs a male escort for her first visitation, even in these circumstances." Mum sat on her suitcase and pulled a book from her purse, she wasn't much of a reader but I could tell she was trying to pretend she was, and wanted onlooking eyes to have a good first impression of her. As we drove to the school i instructed Yuji to teach me every Japanese swear word he knew, and what I needed to know about everyone I was about to meet.

As we stepped out of the car, Ijichi spared no time and sped away, I was kinda happy with this though, as I didn't like the idea of my mother being left alone in a strange new area all by herself.

"So here it is! The best school in Japan! Do you know how to fight btw? I never actually asked." Yuji quizzed as he put his hand behind his head and smiled.

"I know how to handle myself if that's what you mean." I smirk, taking a fighting stance.

"Good enough, let's meet everyone!" He giggled, linking my arm and walking me under the archway, toward a massive field.

"Ahem, HERE SHE IS!" He suddenly exclaimed, making every student turn and glare.

I raise a hand and wave slightly, tilting my head and smiling.

"Yoooo, I'm Y/N, nice to meet you guys."

A strange, bright red nunchuck style stick comes hurling towards me, I duck as it narrowly misses my head.

"Not bad, I guess." Maki snarls, turning her back to me.

A literal Panda comes running towards me, smiling and grinning?

"Hi hi hi hi hi" Panda exclaims, frantically greeting me. Before I can even move, he scoops me up and continues running with me, towards the middle of the open field. He drops me to my feet and takes a fighting stance, "let's see how you fight a real sorcerer."

"You expect me to fight an actual Panda....that talks?!" I question, shaking slightly but still excited at the oddity in front of me.

"Well why not? The best introductions are with actions after all, we need to know what we're working with." He immediate rushes towards me, faster than I can register, and before I know it, im upside down in the air. I spin around trying to gain my balance, but come crashing down, sliding face first along the dirt. I jump to my feet and spit grass from my mouth, then immediately rushing him and staying low to the ground, I try to swipe his large trunks from under him, but am met with him now standing behind me, again he flips me in the air as if I weigh nothing, crashing to the ground again, he appears on top of me, sitting on my back. I let out a yelp and can't believe the sheer amount of pain im feeling, to then be in his arms again.

"Sorry, too much for you? I thought they said you could fight. Apologises." He smiles, with a slightly look of concern for my spine crossing his face. He gently stands me on my feet as I swipe at his face, landing a large slap across it.

"I can, but against crappy monsters, not a literal panda, that I've never actually seen in the flesh before now." I snap, annoyed at how slow I am in comparison already.

"Cheap shot" I hear snapped from a man sulking next to Maki.

"Don't be mean Megumi " Panda retaliates, "she got me good." He says rubbing his cheek where my hand landed.

"He's just sulking because Maki bestest him, yet again. He's usually pretty alright once you get to know him." Panda says with a smirk.

"So, if we've all realised I can't fight for shit against a literal bear, my room?" I smirk, glancing at everyone to see who'll point me in the right direction.

"I got ya! We're going out for ice cream anyway, so I'll show you to your room, let you chuck your bags in there and we'll head off." Yuji says with a giggle, linking my arm again and showing me the way to the shared accommodation.

After putting my bags on the floor of the tiny room presented as mine, I turn to find Yuji leant against my doorframe, giggling at how big my suitcase is.

"It's bigger than you!" He laughs, turning his head to compare sizes,

"Easy enough to fit someone in if they annoyed me enough." I say, looking sharply at him, with a menacing smile on my face. He gulps and lets out a soft laugh, praying im joking.

"Aaaanyway, let's find the others and head out! You like ice cream? I love it, especially strawberries and cream!" He says moving out of the doorway, letting me pass him into the corridor.

"Mint has my heart, everyday." I grasp at my chest, pretending to be shot with cupids arrow. He lets out a sigh of relief, and we meet the others.

On the walk into town, I stay beside Yuji, as nice as the others seem, he's been the only one consistently not trying to break my spine, throw objects at me or staring at me with the darkest stare I could imagine, clearly trying to work me out. We arrived at a sweet little corner shop, laced with pictures of cute ice creams, mochi and iced drinks. The others walk on in as I linger behind. Yuji turns to look back at me, smiling his sweet grin, as I gesture I'll be right there. An odd feeling of being watched falls over me as I search the streets for who it could be coming from. Not finding the stare i was looking for, i glance back towards the shop and see two strikingly beautiful men coming out the front door.

The first had long, jet black hair with a thin string of hair dangling in front of his left eye. His smile seemed to illuminate the street, as his soft giggle flooded my brain. The second man, stood slightly behind him as they exited the shop, was tall, lean, with the whitest hair I'd ever seen. He donned circular glasses that glinted with the suns rays. As I pulled my arm up to shield my eyes from the glint, I felt that strange stare growing stronger.

"Oh, hello there little one." Suddenly the tall man appeared instantly behind me.

"My glasses causing you issues are they? Yeahhhh, they usually get that reaction from pretty ladies." He smirked, his smile causing me to yelp slightly, as i spin to greet him.

"Oh No no it's okay, you clearly need them, I didn't mean to offend you, im sorry. Was I in your way? I didn't realise you were visually impair..." Before I could finish my sentence he grabbed my arm, almost comically wobbling as if he didn't know where his feet were landing.

"Oh yeah, yeah, I can't see, could you help me cross this street please? My helper wondered off I think." It seemed as if he was stifling his laughter at a personal joke I wasn't in on. I heard a large sigh from directly behind me, and the man with the jet hair appeared an inch away from us.

"Is that him? I recognise that sigh anywhere....where did you go Geto? You know I can't see. He's deaf you see, what a bunch we are ey!" He started waving his arms out in front of him, trying to find the man's body,

"No im not. He's just an ass. Suguro Geto. And you are?" His annoyance at his friend instantly disappeared as he smiled at me and advanced his hand for a shake.

"Y/N. Nice to meet you too." I shake his hand and then don a bow, hoping I was doing this correctly. He laughed and pulled the white haired guy by the arm next to him,

"Say goodbye to your new friend, and let's get back to work shall we."

"We'll play again later, cya little one." The white haired man smiled, tilting his head to the side and audibly clicked his tongue, as if to mimic a wink.

"Oh, er, yeah okay, bye!" I say, completely shocked by this surprise encounter.

I walk towards the shop and am greeted with Yuji holding out a mint ice cream for me.

"Here we go! Get lost?"

"I met some hot guys, I guess, and it kinda....anyway, thanks! How much do I owe you?" I reach for my purse in my backpack,

"Oh nothing, Panda brought yours, after Yano, nearly breaking your spine like bamboo." Yuji giggled, standing slightly to the side to show Panda at the counter, apologetically smiling at me.

I lifted my ice cream towards him to show my appreciation and began to eat. On the walk back, I spoke to Yuji about my encounter with the strange men, he seemed quiet at first then let out a small giggle.

"Yeah, im sure you'll see them again. They're kinda famous around here." With that, I hear running footsteps behind us and swing round with a clenched fist, pushing yuji's head down, ready to punch whoever was trying to get a dirty shot in with his back turned.

"Oh hey there, im guessing Yuji and Y/N? You've both got distinctive voices, and seeing as im BLIND im completely guessing here. Tell me im right?" The white haired guy appeared now in front of us, and before Yuji could answer, i splutter out,

"Yes, that's us! For a blind guy you're impressively fast. And correct."

Yuji looks completely baffled by this interaction, and stares at the white haired guy for a second, before donning a massive grin and agreeing with my statement.

"These are the guys i was telling you about Yuji, the ones that stopped to chat outside the shop."

"The hot guys right? The ones that 'took your breath away' right." He smirked, giggling towards the white haired guy.

" I wouldn't say that." The jet black haired guy interrupts, as my face grew redder and redder. He walked past us and stood in front of us, next to his friend.

"I didn't...say that Yuji, and you know it." I embarrassingly stuttered, trying to hide my face behind my ice cream.

The white haired guy leans in towards my face, his lips inches from my ear, tilts his head slightly and whispers,

"You're secret safe with me little one. "

I didn't even know this level of embarrassment existed.

He stood upright and waves a wad of cash infront of me.

"This'll be enough to get you guys in tonight, and enough to get yourself something nice to wear, right?" I stared at the sheer amount of money Infront of me. Even thought I didn't quite understand the exchange rate yet, this clearly looked like a lot of money.

Yuji quickly swipes it from his hand,

"Yeah I think it'll be enough. Thanks s...erm, Mr. What time are we meeting you both?"

I stood frozen in place, were people really like this in Japan? Especially to young women they'd never met before. I grew nervous. I stood slightly behind Yuji and asked him quietly if it was alright to take this much money off a blind man, to which I was interrupted.

"Trust me, no one would dare mess with this blind guy." He giggles and leans against his friend.

"Now, meet us here at, say, 8pm?" Yuji agreed and linked my arm to lead us off, I look back and see the white haired guy looking back at me, head tilted, seemingly staring at my ass as I walk off. He falls slightly and reaches his arms out, frantically trying to find his friends body to hold onto. His friend sighs and drags him by the collar, walking in the opposite direction to us.

After arriving back at the shared accommodation, we all agreed to get ready and meet at the training field to all walk together to meet the men. After a shower, I see an outfit placed on my bed. A note on top of it read "hope this fits". A lace crop top and a small skirt with high heels hid under the note, not my usual attire at all, but I assumed Yuji had tried his best at shopping and dropped it off for me. It was a sweet idea and to my surprise he did have impeccable taste, this outfit looked expensive. Easily £300 back home, at least. Careful not to ruin the material i put the outfit on and immediately felt exposed, the lace top barely hiding my bare chest, and the skirt leaving very little to the imagination. I wasn't bending down for anyone tonight. The entire outfit complimented my figure perfectly, even down to the shoes.

"Damn im kinda hot." I say looking in the mirror, admiring how the skirt clings to my ass.

"Knock knock, im coming in, scream if you're not decent." Panda erupts into my room, nearly falling through the door, clearly having had a few drinks already.

"Can pandas drink alcohol?"

"I'd drink you under the table any day dear!" He says stumbling to his feet.

"Damn you're hot." He says, eyes wide admiring my legs.

"Eyes up here buddy," I say leaning down, meeting his eyes so they follow mine as I stand backup.

Yuji appears in the doorway, arm around megumi, pulling him close as he loudly laughs throwing his head back. Even megumi seems slightly more cheery now.

"Maki not coming?" I ask, searching for her possibly behind Yuji shoulder,

"Nah, she hates drinking, would much rather get a good nights rest and kick our asses at training tomorrow morning." Megumi huffs, looking slightly towards Yuji then down, almost annoyed.

"Alright, everyone's looking hot, let's get our asses to meet those, mystery men" Yuji exclaims, as he says mystery men he brings his shoulders up and wiggles his fingers as if to imply they're creepy ghouls from a ghost story.

We strut off in our best dressed attire, and head to the town. I have the same eerie feeling as before, that someone's watching my back, and as I turn to look over my shoulder a gust of wind howls over me, exposing my ass slightly.

"Saw that!" Panda exclaims, pointing to my ass, him and Yuji almost falling over each other as they walk. I roll my eyes and smile, hopefully tonight should be fun, I've never gotten drunk in a Japanese bar before, obviously.

We reach the now closed ice cream shop, and as I lean against the wall pulling a cigarette from my back pocket, Yuji stumbles next to me, thumping his back hard against the brick.

"You look kinda Hot yano." He hiccuped

"You've got good taste in clothes then I guess, thank you! I wouldn't even know where to look for clothes around here, let alone ones as nice as these!" I pat my pockets searching for my lighter, as a wave of confusion crosses his face. He opens his mouth,

"I didn't..."

A lighter clicks and lights the end of my cigarette,

"Here you go." The white haired man appearing infront of us suddenly.

"Oh, thanks" I say, then inhaling the flame through the cigarette.

"Impeccable aim for a blind man, yet again." I say as I try to exhale the smoke away from his face. He leans closer towards me slightly,

"That's not the only impressive thing about me." He smirks then appears next to Yuji, putting his arm around his shoulder.

"Drunk already i see? Let's see if we can finally get you laid tonight then shall we?" He walks Yuji towards an alley opposite the shop as we all follow.

"I wouldn't even know what to do, how to start." Yuji sheepishly says in a hushed tone.

"It's fine, just make sure they're ontop and you'll be fine." The white haired man giggles confidently, "Trust me."

Yuji tries to shake the embarrassed look on his face and exclaims,

"Told you we scrub up good right?"

The white haired man turning his head slightly to look behind him in my direction,

"Very." He clicks his tongue again and my cheeks grow rosy.

As we turn the corner, a sudden bustling line waited outside the club, it was strange we couldn't hear them before with how loud they all were. I put my cigarette out and flick it into the nearest cigarette bin, and turned to Yuji, who was frantically looking for the money he had put in his pocket.

"Looking for this? I hand him the large wad of cash that had fallen out of his pocket the second he leaned against the wall earlier.

" Eugh, you life saver!" He sighed with relief. I pull it back slightly before he reaches it,

"Need me to look after it?" I ask, genuinely concerned it would fall out of his pocket again instantly.

"Nah nah I got this." He puts it in his front pocket and pats it a couple of times, before laughing and running his hand through his hair.

We join the queue to get in, only to see the white haired guy waving for us to jump the queue and join him inside.

"How the hell does he do that? Are you. Sure he's blind?" I lean towards Yuji, questioning this guys speed.

"Mhm." Yuji giggles, daring to look at me as we walk towards the front doors.

Inside music thumped loudly, people dancing filled almost every inch of the place, and a bar sat almost directly to the right of the door we just entered.

"I'll grab the first round of drinks!" Panda shouts, beckoning us to him as he stands at the bar, with the waiter impatiently waiting for orders from him. After collecting our drinks, we stand at the bar, scanning for a place to sit, when the jet black haired guy appears beside us,

"Follow me up here." He leads  us up a set of slyly hidden stairs and into a vip area. The white haired guy of course sat, legs spread in the middle of a sofa, tapping his Lap for someone to take the seat. Yuji barges past me and lunges himself into the invitation, making the white haired guy throw his head back laughing,

"Not the skirt i was hoping would be sat here but im not complaining." He puts his arms around yujis waist, pulling him in, cuddling his back.

Panda sits down on the floor cross legged and pats his thigh for me to sit on it so I don't have to sit awkwardly next to megumi, who was far more drunk than he had first let on. I perch on pandas lap lightly, afraid I'd be heavy and hurt him, he laughs and pulls me closer so he can steal a sip of my drink from my straw. We laugh about the music choices, and they relay panda besting my ass in 3 seconds flat, to the two beautiful guys, now sat next to each other on the sofa, with Yuji now sitting on each outside knee of theirs in the middle.

Panda takes megumi outside to puke, and Yuji and the black haired guy go and fetch more drinks, as I sit opposite the beautiful man before me.

"Can I ask you a bit of a personal question?" I awkwardly blurt out as it feels like he's staring into my soul.

"10, 10 and a half on a good day."

"What?"

"What?" He quickly replies, smirking at me whilst taking a sip of his drink.

"Um...anyway, isn't it jarring being blind in a busy club? Im guessing your hearing is heightened, so isn't it just super loud for you?" I question, sitting slightly forward towards him so I don't have to shout so loud.

"Im used to it. Im a busy guy, and I spend most weekends here chatting to people, so you get used to it." He says, copying my leaning forward pose. The stare behind his glasses is intoxicating, even if he can't actually see me. Suddenly panda returns, helping carry the drinks. He leans over to me, muttering something about being sorry for leaving me with such a creep, and slaps my back, a little harder than I think he meant to, making me yelp at the force. I could hear the white haired man's soft voice in my ear somehow,

"Here, try this, a little more comfortable I think." And suddenly i was now sat ontop of this beautiful man's lap, i jump up and nearly flash my whole ass to him.

"I mean, that's one way to make me look I suppose," he grins, looking over the top of his glasses, exposing the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. Visibly impressed, he pulls me back onto his lap and whispers,

"Not bad for a blind guy ey?"

"I KNEW IT! There was no way you were actually blind, the sped, the confidence, the waltz!" I exclaimed, catching him in his lie.

"Hey, you're the one who assumed. I just never corrected you. I thought it was sweet that you wanted to take care of a stranger, especially on your first day in Japan." His cocky laugh echoed throughout my brain as he threw his head backwards, I mean cmon, how could I ever be mad at someone as charismatic as him.

Everyone erupted into a roar of laughter as I was finally clued in on the personal joke. I rolled my eyes and glanced at the jet black haired guy, who only seemed to exhale a slight laugh.

"He's usually like this with pretty girls he gets his eyes on. No one can stand in the way of Saturo Gojo, and his relentless mission to get a girls number."

"Hey! Im not that bad Geto, I can't help it when I see something i like." He sits up slightly, readjusting me on his lap as if I weigh nothing. Suddenly I feel a lump in his trousers. My back stiffens as I feel it and his hand then rests on my thigh.

"I wasn't lying about earlier, before you asked the personal question." He pressed slightly on my thigh so I could feel the lump harder against my ass.

Before I could react, he shot up, leaving me softly sink into the now warm seat he left behind, and exclaimed,

"Shots!" From behind him 2 waitresses appeared holding 4 trays of bright green shots, laying them down on the table next to us, he flashed them a hefty tip, and they both giggled to each other excitedly as they left. He divided them between us, but gave me and him an extra 2 each. We clinked and sinked them one after another, and headed for the dance floor. Now incredibly tipsy, I grabbed yujis hand and told him we had to dance to this song! As we clumsily danced opposite each other, I felt an arm around my waist. I reached to grab yujis arm in a panic, when suddenly Gojo was next to me. The hand belonging to him.

"Mind if I steal this dance?" He leaned over my shoulder towards Yuji, looked over his glasses as he directed the question to him,

"Be my guest man, she can't dance for shit anyway" he laughed spinning around and attempting to dance to the rhythm. Gojos eyes suddenly looked from the corner of his glasses back at me, and smirked a devilish grin. "Thanks."

He leads me by my waist away from Yuji into a slight clearing on the dance floor and begins to sway to the rhythm, still tightly holding one hand on my waist. Flustered, I decide to close my eyes and embrace this man's clear interest in me, far too drunk to actually care, and begin swaying my hips to the music. After a few minutes of dancing, I suddenly bump into the wall behind me, unaware that we'd even moved this close to the stairwell, and began laughing drunkly at myself. I open my eyes fully and see Gojo smirking at me, extremely close to my face now. Looking up at him, embarrassed, I look down and giggle. He places a finger under my chin to meet his gaze again, as he looks at me over the top of his glasses yet again. He places his hand on the wall behind my head and leans in, putting his lips inches away from mine so I can feel his hot breath on me, he whispers,

"Let's see that new room of yours then shall we?"

I scoff and lean closer to him, our lips barely touching as I whisper back at him,

"You. Wish." I duct out from under his arm and grab the lower half of his shirt and pull him backwards towards the dance floor. Soaking wet but trying my best to hide this fact, he spins and pulls me closer to him, lifting my thigh up so our pelvises are touching each other, I feel the lump again.

"Must I beg? It's been many years since a girls turned down my advances, but hell, I like the chase. Easy girls are boring, I can tell you're a feisty one." He growls lowly in my ear as he pulls me closer, if that was even possible. I giggle and lean my head up to meet his ear,

"Show me why I'd even bother risking my safety with a pretty boy like you? I can tell you always get what you want, and where's the fun in that?"

He smirks as I pull my mouth away from his ear, and reaches his hand to the base of my neck, keeping me from pulling away too far, tightening his other grip on my thigh.

"My beds definitely comfier anyway, plus my rooms far enough away from everyone else's, they might not be able to hear you screaming, at least at the beginning anyway." He pulls me closer to him, pressing his glass lips against mine. Such a soft yet passionate kiss from him, I expected more restraint from my end, but god damn was he beautiful, and those eyes, they could make anyone crumble, like im sure they had multiple times in the past.

As he pulled away, I felt myself following him, not wanting to leave it at just one kiss, he laughed with a low tone and loosened his grip on my thigh, letting it lower, whilst also letting go on the base on my neck. The hand that was holding my thigh playfully grazed the front of my skirt,

"I knew it, let's hope there's not a wet patch on the front of my best trousers now, ey," I shyly hide my face and prayed no one would notice if I had soaked his trousers from this quick embrace, he tucked my hair behind my ear and leant down again,

"Show me your room." Less flirty now, it sounded more strict, but still low and sultry, I nodded as he grabbed my hand.

As he lead me through the crowd, he pulled his other hand up to signal to Geto and panda that we were leaving. I could hear panda laughing and wolf  whistling our way, and I swore I heard Getos predictable sigh from across the dance floor, still up in the vip room.

"He's always so jealous when I try to leave early without him." Gojo jokes, still leading me behind him as we make our way outside and towards the ice cream shop.

"Bit of a ladies man are you?" I quiz, jealousy leaking from my lips as I say it.

"I get a lot of attention yes, and who wouldn't like that? Pretty girls dancing around me, makes me feel important." He admits, laughing like it's not at all off putting to his current endeavour.

"Hmm." I mumble to myself. Hearing me, he slows his pace and tightens the grip on my hand slightly,

"I don't fuck a lot of people though...being the strongest sorcerer has its downfalls...you make a lot more enemies than friends, and girls only see the money and the eyes, they don't actually listen to what I say, or care to know who I actually am." He sounded hurt, but quickly dawns a smile on his face,

"But I can tell you're different. You offered to help me, regardless of who I was, and seemed shocked when I waved that money in your face earlier."

"You were testing me?" I abruptly stop. Drunk me had a habit of starting arguments, which usually lead to what was meant to be a one night stand, turning into me kicking their ass because they insult me.

"He stops too, slightly infront of me, and as I pull my hand away he follows it, letting it go though.

"I suppose...a test of character, not of sexual compatibility I assure you, little thing." He looks back at me,

"Plus, I didn't even know if you wanted me like that, who am I to assume you wanted me the way I wanted you?" His smile turns to a smirk as he fixes his glasses up his nose.

"Yeah, like you knew you wanted me the first time you saw me. That's some romance novel shit. If you just wanna fuck then say it! We're not kids, just be upfront, I don't mind as long as I know it's just that." I drunkenly stumble ahead of him, leading my way back to the school, in the direction I think it is. He grabs my arm, gently but with enough pressure to stop me.

"It's not just a fuck, I promise you that. Don't get me wrong, I'm one hell of a tease, as I'm sure you've already gathered, but I do genuinely like your mind. From what little I've seen of it. I'm intrigued by you, Y/N." A strange sense of calm came over me when he said this, then suddenly a sharp twang of worry.

"MOVE!" I scream, pushing him out of the way. A bullet came hurdling towards us, and just as I winced, bracing for impact, it stopped, an inch infront of my left breast, then fell to the floor. I looked down to see where it had hit me, assuming the drunken adrenaline was hiding the pain from me, but nothing. No blood, no wound, just the bullet on the floor Infront of my feet. I look back up to see a darkened shadow fall towards the floor, then crashing into the sweet little shops windows, shattering it, and glass flying across the street. I frantically looked to where I had pushed Gojo, but he was nowhere to be seen. I suddenly look up and see him dusting himself off, emerging from the dust cloud in the middle of the road, and drunkenly stumble slightly before waving at me from the near distance.

I stumbled back and fell to the floor on my ass, unsure of if it was because of the sheer shock of seeing him now Infront of me apparently having hit that shadow, or if the drink really had buckled my legs, and I was far more drunk than I thought. He slowly walked towards me, much closer than he just was, offering out a hand to me.

"I haven't even touched you yet and your legs have already buckled." He cheekily said, pulling me to my feet.

"What the fuck just happened? The bullet? The glass?" I searched around to see if the shadow had emerged from the shops windows, but found nothing.

"See what I mean, more enemies than friends. Now, let's get back to the school before anyone else tries to stop me from seeing how you taste."

After getting to the school, I started to walk towards where my room was, in-between yuji and megumis, when he stopped me.

" I think my room might be better, don't you think? Hearing those drunk bastards stumbling home isn't exactly the relaxing atmosphere I want after a night like this." He gestures for us to go right instead of left, and up a flight of stairs. I roll my eyes, pretending to be unhappy about this situation but reluctantly agree. He pauses at the stairs entrance and let's me walk ahead of him.

"I would say you're such a gentleman, but it's clearly to see my ass in this skirt yuji brought me, isn't it..." Before I finished, looking back at him as I spoke, a pang of jealousy struck his face.

''yuji? You think itadori brought you that outfit?!" He erupted into a laugh, throwing his head back, nearly causing his glasses to fall from his face. "No, Yuji didn't buy you that. If yuji had brought you anything, it would've been a wash cloth with his stupid face printing onto it somehow. I brought it for you." His glasses glinted in the slither of light erupting from the window next to us, as he held my gaze.

"Oh, you...you did? Well, I guess....thanks! It fits nicely doesn't it."

"Mhm. Very nicely." He smirks, tilting his head slightly to peak an upshot look under my skirt.

"Fuck off,"  I giggle as I now walk up the impossible stairs sideways, "you're too tall to see up it anyway, especially with those glasses on. What are you, 8ft tall or what?!"

"6 foot 3 and a half." He corrects, proudly adding the half measure in there.

"Oh wow okay, I'm 5 foot 9 and thought I was tall, then bam, this pretty white haired angel comes and kicks my ass back down to earth." I stumbled slightly as we ascended the stairs, but he grabs my waist and corrects me so I don't fall face first onto the concrete steps.

" You're pretty tall for a woman, especially in Japan, it was nice to not have to crouch quite so low down when I'm talking to someone." He mutters, still clinging to my waist, stumbling slightly himself.

"You don't have to crouch for me, I like a tall man. My eyes look best when they're doe-y looking up at someone anyway, apparently."

"I know... Anyway, this is my room." It was the only room on the floor, and after what seemed like an eternity of climbing those stairs, he appeared now Infront of me, and grabbed my hand, leaded me to his door.

As soon as we entered his room, I stumbled to the bed and immediately flopped face first onto it. I was met with the softest mattress and duvet I had ever felt. Drunk or not, this bed swallowed me whole, and I gladly let it. He giggled, pulling my skirt slightly down so my ass was no longer exposed and headed to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna shower quick, feel free to get comfy, I have some spare oversized t-shirts and boxers in the draw if you need anything." I could hear the smile on his face, and him linger slightly longer to make sure I wasn't passed out. Without moving my head from being facedown, I propped up a  thumbs up and a small 'mmhmm' mumbled from my mouth.

After hearing him in the shower, I decided to find the clothes he mentioned and began rummaging in his top draw. I didn't expect to find multiple pairs of glasses all neatly stacked, multiple blindfolds pressed and folded, and what was this? Bright red rope? This dude is into some cool shit. After searching the rest of the draws and finally finding the outfit he described, I start to get changed. As I removed my top and skirt, standing there in nothing but my pants and my high heels, I stumble to the floor, laughing at myself. I hear him close to shower door as I scrambled for the t shirt I had laid out.

"Wait wait wait wait, I'm half naked in here. It straight up looks like a porno scene right now, don't come in!" I hear him laugh from behind the closed door,

"Now why would you entice me with such a prettily painted scene like that, then ask me to stay away, hmm?" I hear his hand rattle the doorknob as I pull the shirt over my head, and clamber for the boxers that now laid under his bed. I jumped to try find them, but didn't hear the door open.

"Just let me know when I can come in, okay?" He lowly giggled. I appreciated the gesture, not many men would have actually waited like that, drunk or not.

"You can cum in anytime Mr Gojo." I quietly mumble to myself as I pulled the boxers on and climbed into his bed,

"Ready." I muster, sitting patiently in his bed, like a kid waiting for their bedtime story.

"I heard that." He says, opening the door, standing there in nothing but a low hanging towel. I mean cmon, could he be anymore enticing?! The towel barely covering his manhood, I could see every inch of his body, and every curve of his abs. I quickly look away, cheeks flushing pink as I tried to pretend I didn't want to stare.

"You can look, I'm not shy." He says as I hear the towel hit the floor. I keep my eyes transfixed on the window opposite the bathroom door, barely making out his figure as it frosted over with the steam from the shower. Bastard steam blocking my view.

"No no, you gave me privacy, it's only fair I give you the same respect." I gulp, mustering some form of respectful tone.

"Good girl." He whispers, then immediately laughing.

"I'm sorry, I can't be sexy when I'm drunk. I tried okay." He flops into the bed and snuggles himself under the duvet, still completely naked.

"Did you want me to sleep on the floor, or?" Still rosy cheeked, I darent catch his gaze, because if I did, I'd jump straight ontop of him, and his perfectly sculpted body.

"You're allowed to look at me yano, I'm all covered up now." He smiles, moving slightly closer to me. I tense up feeling him move, and he backs away.

"Look who's shy now. You can sleep wherever you want to, as long as you're comfortable, im happy." He says, putting one hand behind his head.

"I can't look at you, because if I did, I think we'd both regret it in the morning."

"I regret nothing, life only gives us lessons to learn from and we move on. Who's saying you'd regret it though? I can assure you that you wouldn't. If that's what you wanted to do anyway." I could feel his icy stare beaming at the back of my head, waiting eagerly for me to face him.

"I know what I'm like, one sniff and I'm obsessed. I couldn't do that to someone like you, you probably have more than enough fangirls following you around, you don't need another, especially at school."

He sits up slightly, leaning his head towards me, taking his glasses off and flinging them to his side.

"Id gladly have you obsess over me. That way it wouldn't be one sided anymore, right?"

He places a finger under my chin and pulls my face towards his. My eyes closed tightly shut and making a stupid, scrunched up face, I muster

"Trust me Gojo, you don't want a girl like me lusting after a guy like you. No one else would get a look in. Id kick their ass for even walking in your general direction." I feel his breath once again an inch from my lips,

"And who says I haven't been waiting for someone like that, my entire life?"

His glass lips almost touching mine, I unscrew my face and lean further towards him, teasing him with my tongue lightly touching his lips.

"You sure you want this manic falling in love with you? I see weird shit no one else sees, yano. I'm crazy. Bat shit."

"My kinda girl." He mutters as his hand cradles my face. He pulls me into him as we embrace in a passion kiss, I sink my body slowly down the bed, as he slowly pulls me under him slightly. I put my hand on his bare chest, and push him away after easily the hottest kiss of my life.

"So what's with your top draw ey? Blind folds, rope, you're a kinky guy I'm guessing?" I giggle, raising an eyebrow as I lose myself in his gaze.

"The glasses and blindfolds are to protect my eyes, my abilities are excruciatingly exhausting, so it's nice to take a break now and then, it helps with keeping the girls in check too, cause if I flashed these pretty blues at everyone, who knows who'd fall in love with me then?" He proudly explains, before I can answer he pulls me closer.

"And yes. The rope is to tie pretty girls like you up when they don't do as they're told."

"Prove it." I retaliate. I'd never actually been tied up properly before, and you just know this man knows how to do it. Without moving from leaning over me, he reaches into his top draw and pulls out the bright red rope.

"So, you're looking to disobey me then are you?" He growls, not averting his intense gaze from me.

"If that's what it takes." I smile back, holding the stare. I slowly lift my body up so I'm holding myself up with my arms slightly behind me, and he follows this pace and backs up slowly too, still extremely close to me. I suddenly feel my arms pulled tightly together behind my back, as he holds the gaze. They're being tied behind my back, my wrists and now my arms being draped in what I'm assuming is the beautiful red rope. Soft yet restraining, I couldn't break free from the knot he had already created.

He pulled back slightly from me, exposing himself as the duvet fell away,

"Now this doesn't look quite right does it. Can I?"

He points to my T-shirt, I nod at him and as he reaches for it he stops.

"Say it. Say you want me to rip your clothes off."

"Technically YOUR clothes, but yes, I want you to." I smirk.

A soft laugh makes it way out of his mouth.

"Say. It. I need to hear the words come from your mouth, so I know you really want to do this."

"Rip this shirt to shreds." I order.

An enormous grin spreads across his face, before reaching into the top draw once again.

"Hang on, let me put this on first." He ties the blindfold over his eyes, covering the beautiful blue hues from my vision.

"Wait, not that it doesn't look hot as hell, I wanna see you. All of you." He stops, almost confused at this request.

"You don't wanna see the blindfold? Everyone goes crazy for it usually in the street, I assumed it would work for you..."

"I'm not here to see the everyday Gojo am I? I'm here to see the real you. So if it makes you comfortable, wear it, if not, leave it back in the draw." He seems genuinely taken back by this, it's almost as if I can see him cry slightly whilst he flashes a sweet little smile.

"Fine. The real Saturo Gojo? I hope you're ready. I'll make you eat those words. After I eat you of course."

He flings the blindfold onto the floor and pulls me by my hips down the bed slightly, so I'm laying on my tied hands, almost flat on my back. I try to squeeze my legs together, but nothing seemed to stop this force of nature opening them to reveal his prize.

Suddenly a loud knock on the door startles us.

"Um CAN YOU FUCK OFF PLEASE? I'm kind of in the middle of a late night snack here, I would greatly appreciate it if you CAME BACK IN THE MORNING." He snapped, id only ever heard his flirtatious voice up until now, but something even more lustful arose in me as I heard him aggressively shout at the door.

"Yeah, er, sorry Turo, it's just, megumi is crying on the floor again about how he lost to Maki earlier and I can't lift his dead weight up. He's blocking Y/Ns door and I dunno if she's come back yet, so I don't want her tripping over him, or worse, being stuck outside listening to his rambles. Can you lend a hand please? I'll buy you more snacks in the morning. She's so cute, I couldn't live with myself if I let her listen to his shit all night...."  Yuji drunkenly explains, clearly leaning on the door, as his voice sounded muffled, as if pressed against the doorframe.

Gojo hangs his head low and lets out an annoyed sigh.

"Please excuse me. I've gotta go deal with these rejects real quick, then I'll be back to ravish you, okay?" He grabs his trousers and flings them on, whilst I'm still stuck in this compromising position. Before opening the door to Yuji's continued rambles about how cute I looked in my outfit, he comes back to fling the duvet over me, kisses me lightly in-between the eyes on my forehead and lets out a low growl, before chomping his teeth at me and smiling.

He opens the door and slams it behind him, as gently as his annoyance would allow. I hear him telling Yuji off for ruining his night, as they both descend the stairs. After a few moments, I hear another door slam and then almost immediately his door fling open and closed again.

"Ahem. Hello dear I'm home!" He cheerfully exclaims as I giggle to myself under the duvet.

"Can I sit up a sec, my arms are numb." I request, to which he darkens his eyes and lets out a simple "No." Whilst locking his door.

He undoes his trousers with one hand and pulls the duvet off with the other, as he then begins his ascent to his long awaited prize.

"It's like the universe is begging me to savour this moment before I taste you, teasing me until the last second, I swear." He growls, again maintaining constant intense eye contact. I widen my legs offering myself up as a sacrifice to his godly touch, as I hear him whisper,

"Finally. A snack worth savouring."

As he begins to trace my clit with his tongue over the boxers. I arch my back and beg for him to rip them off, as he places a hand on my stomach, forcing me back down to the bed.

"Don't move until I tell you to." He instructs. I listen and try to restrict my movements, but even with this thin layer of fabric separating his hot tongue from my pulsing body, I swear I could cum already, just from his light flickering.

A small whimper escapes my mouth, entangled with a 'please' as I try to move my body back to his retracted tongue.

"I told you not to move."

Before I could open my eyes, I was then flung around so I was laying on my stomach, with his hands pulling my hips up so my ass was in the air. He slowly pulls the boxers down and starts squeezing my ass. He then starts scratching down my back with one hand, and using the other to reach underneath me, to trace the opening of my vagina. I hear him pull his hand away and slurp at the flavour running down his fingers.

"Definitely worth savouring, that's for sure. You're my new favourite snack. And just to want you, I like to eat sweet treats at least three times a day." He licks his fingers then slowly thrusts them into me, starting with one, he realizes quickly that he might not actually even fit inside of me.

"Tight little thing arent you, I'm going to have to stretch you before you can even think about taking me. Now let's try two fingers shall we?"

He begins sliding his middle finger in and out of me, slowly at first, savouring each thrust like it was a personal reward for being so good. Getting faster as he hears my soft moans, I beg him to put himself inside me.

"P.p.p.please just fuck me. Please. I have never once wanted someone so badly. Please show me the real Saturo Gojo, don't make me beg anymore....please." I pant, never having wanted something so much in my life.

"You sound so pitiful, begging for me. Think you're ready? I can barely fit two fingers inside of you and you think youre ready for this?" He rubs the head at my entrance and I shiver in anticipation. I try to arch myself back onto him as he grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head up slightly. He leans over me, whispering in my ear, still teasing me with his throbbing head.

"What did I say about moving?"

He thrusts himself inside of me, only partly at first, then when he sees how easily he glides into me, thrusts harder again, fully entering me. I let out a sharp gasp as he fills me entirely, as he pushes my head back into the pillow, forcing it to stay there. I hear him let out a deep moan as he starts to slowly thrust himself in and out of me. I fully succumb to euphoria and feel my eyes start to roll into the back of my head.

Keeping the pace slow, he's clearly savouring every thrust as if it's his last, but as I started to moan louder and longer, he starts to pick up the pace and releases his grasp on my hair. Both hands now  on my hips and forcefully pulling me backwards and forwards, creating deeper and faster thrusts, I whimper out that I'm cumming.

"Already?" He giggles, "well, lets keep a count of them shall we?"

Waves of pleasure engulf me, as he gets faster and faster, pulling fully out before he thrusts harder each time he enters back into me.

"5, or is that 6 now? 7. 8." I hear him counting the times I cum, my body quivering at each thrust, his voice almost sounds like it's fading away as another wave of pleasure washes over me.

"I'm...I'm...gonna...."

"Don't you dare pass out on me, Y/N." He stops, thrusting deeply inside of me, as he pulls my head up for air from being buried in the pillow.

"I don't like my snacks being unresponsive. I like to hear every moan you have to offer. Every whimper. Let's finish this up now shall we?" He kisses my ear lobe before forcing my head back down. Scratching all down my back, he begins forcefully thrusting into me, keeping a fast but consistent rhythm this time. I can hear all the drips of my cum hitting the bed as he pounds against my ass, before finally feeling him swell, and let out a loud moan, as he cums deep inside me. Three or four intense thrusts later, I can feel his hot cum filling me up, as he lets out a small exhausted laugh and flops next to me. As he falls, I feel my hands and arms become loose from the rope restraints, and I fall to my stomach much like he does next to me.

Panting and trying desperately to catch his breath, we both glance at each other with half open eyes and share an intimate giggle before returning to our desperate attempts to regain a normal breathing pattern. After a few seconds I feel him rubbing my back, with the lightest touch.

"I'm sorry about these, I get kind of carried away when I lose control. They'll disappear in a few days don't worry." He lightly traces the half crescent moons his fingernails have left down my back. I shudder at his touch as goosebumps cover my body.

"You're gonna need to throw these sheets away." I say through exhausted pants.

"I never liked them anyway, but I might just keep them. A souvenir for the woman who bestest Gojo at his own game."

I glance over at him confused for a second.

"I never fuck on the first date, especially not like that. I gave you my a game after all." He smirks, looking over at me as he places his hand behind his head and taps on his chest, gesturing for me to cuddle up to him. I cuddle up closer and lay my head on his fast rising and falling chest and let out a big sigh.

"Happy now?" He asks, looking down at me.

"I've had better." I murmur through a big grin, trying not to pass out.

"I guess I'll just have to try again in the morning then." He grasps a handful of my hair again, forcing me to look up at him, as he gently kisses my nose and lets go, letting me fall back down onto his chest. As I hear his giggle fade off into the distance, I don't think my first 24 hours in Japan have been all too bad, all things considered. Now, how to approach the guys in the morning, after there being no way in hell they didn't hear any of that.

[vaspider]

Listen to me. Listen very carefully:

They are trying to wear you out.

They are trying to wear you out, and they own most major social media now, along with many major media outlets. The disinformation machine is cranking along. You are going to have to slow the fuck down and read things before you help them wear out other people, too.

So you just saw a post about a real scary bill, hunh? Republicans want to make it a capital offense to pet dogs and repeal The Sky Is Blue Act of 1793, declaring the new official color of the sky to be squant? Damn, that sounds scary.

Let's go look up this fictitious "Make The Sky Squant Again Act" on GovTracker* & on the official legislative tracker on congress.gov!

Well, let's see... GovTracker estimates it has a 1% chance of even getting out of committee and a 0% chance of being enacted, while congress.gov says this bill has 2 cosponsors who have been in the House and combined total of less than a month. The bill doesn't have any actual text, and it was referred to 5 different committees.

That fictitious bill and a hundred others like it are quite literally not worth your time, and more than that, continuing to wring your hands about it and tell other people about the scary scary squant sky bill only does their work for them. It scares people, it makes them spend time and energy on it, and it wears them out. It is a legislative Gish Gallop, meant to throw so many things at people that we can't keep up.

Even calling or messaging your Rep in this case means their staffer has to waste time responding to you and letting you know that Representative Buttzonheads definitely won't support making petting dogs a capital offense, a thing that will never, ever happen regardless.

Staying engaged in this environment is going to require protecting your heart and protecting your energy, yes, but also protecting the energy of others. This is why WWII propaganda posters also included ones taking people to task for spreading panicky rumors and undermining morale.

Do you know why most observant Jews don't eat chicken and dairy together, even though the ban is on red meat and dairy together bc you're not supposed to cook the calf in the milk of its mother?** It's not because we think that chicken might secretly lactate or Just Because. It's because the rabbis decided that if I'm sitting out in public and eating turkey and cheese together, someone might glance at the turkey and mistake it for red meat and think, "oh, well, I know that Spider is a good Jew, there must have been a change, or maybe I can just justify it to myself that if Spider does it, it must be permissible to bend the rules just that much." And I would then be accidentally leading my fellow Jew astray. We are responsible for being even more careful for the sake of others than we are for ourselves.

It's the same principle here. We need to really be careful about the information we are spreading and check things past reading a news site. Is it true? Is it relevant? Is it meaningful? Is the news site one I recognize? Can I find meaningful independent corroboration on another site, which is to say, if I find an article about it on a second site, is it just quoting or rephrasing this site?

Yeah, that is a lot. But that's how we keep them from using us to lead our fellows astray.

*GovTracker is an independent site. They explain their methodology in their About section.

**I cannot say enough how I am not at this time interested in going on a Jewish Side Quest About Dietary Laws on this post. Usually, I love it, but hold off this time, please, y'all. Let's stay on target this once.

[nochepsicodelica]

"Stop. Moving," Toji groans, sleepily, as he tightens his arms around you and buries his face into your back. This is the third time you try to wake him up by shifting on the bed and he is not having it.

"It's time to wake up, Toji. If you don't want to get up, you can stay here while I go make us breakfast."

Toji hums in disapproval. "What's the point in staying behind if you're not gonna be here? Let's just..." he sighs, nuzzling his face into your back, getting comfy, again. "...stay in bed a little longer. Let me keep you like this for a few more hours- minutes. I said minutes."

"Baby," you say, through a laugh. "It's almost ten. I know that if you could, you would stay in bed all day-"

"We would stay in bed all day," he corrects, his voice a low grumble.

"We would stay in bed all day," you repeat. "But... I want breakfast, and I know you'll want breakfast, too, once you smell all the food. I know how much you love your bacon," you add, trying to persuade him.

"Brunch sounds better," he mutters, stomping on your argument.

"No, breakfast sounds better," you argue, to which he groans, dramatically—almost childishly. "Oh my god, Toji," you say, in utter disbelief of the way he's acting.

"Shh... let's sleep," he murmurs.

You sigh, defeated. "Five minutes. That's all you get. Five more minutes." Toji doesn't even respond, too busy dozing off to make the most of these measly fives minutes, you "generously" offered. And, yes, you were generous, because five minutes became ten minutes, and then fifteen, until you reached the limit you had set—twenty minutes.

After the twenty minutes, you start moving around a little. You flip onto your back to get a look at the sleeping hulk that's been clinging to you. He just adjusts to the new position, not bothered in the slightest as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"Toji," you call, softly, waiting a few seconds to see if he reacts. When his steady breathing is still all you hear, you decide to try again. "Bear," you call, dragging your fingertip along the slope of his nose. "Wake up," you murmur when his brows pull together. "Hi, baby," you coo, smiling when he just blinks his sleep-ridden eyes.

"That didn't feel like five minutes," he mumbles, his voice raspy.

"It was twenty," you respond, a soft laugh following. You press a kiss to the top of his head and watch the way he subtly eases up a little more. The crease between his brows is gone, now. "Let's go have breakfast, alright? Some coffee will do you good."

"Fine," he grumbles, before rising slowly from where he lays on you, like he weighs tons.

You turn over to see the subtle jut of his lips, a small detail that never fails to make you laugh when he doesn't get what he wants.

"What's that thing you always say to me? 'If you keep pouting, I'm gonna kiss you'," you say, mimicking his voice.

"I'm gonna kiss you," he mutters under his breath, like the grumpiest bear.

"Ooo, I'm sooo scared," you say, your voice doused with sarcasm. "Please, don't do it. I definitely don't want you to kiss me," you jest, smiling to yourself as you walk towards the door. Your hand doesn't even reach the doorknob, before you're caged against the wooden slab. Two enormous hands rest on the door, preventing you from getting it open. He's discovered a loophole that gets you to be the one who wants to kiss him.

"Pay the Toji Tax," he murmurs, tiredly.

"Now, why would I do that? I haven't asked you for help with anything," you argue.

"You need my help getting the door open," he says, matter-of-factly.

"I don't need your help getting the door open. You just need to move out of the way so that I can open it."

"So, ask me to move. Simple, no?"

"Can you pretty please, with a cherry on top move so that I can open the door and make us breakfast?" You plead, your voice monotonous.

"Sure, for three kisses," he says, naming his price.

"It's unfair to Toji Tax me when you're the one keeping both of us from getting out."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but you either pay the price or you rot in here with me until your precious little breakfast time turns into brunch, or even lunch time. Hell, dinner time might even roll around."

You turn around, slowly, your expression contemplative. A hum, just as mindful, reaches Toji's ears.

"You'd starve both of us for three kisses?" You question, your expression unchanging from its depiction of disbelief.

"Shamelessly and repeatedly. You wanna make it seem like kissing me is a job, I can play along and treat it that way. You can't go until you finish your task, and if you do it wrong, you get to do it again."

"Tojiii," you whine.

"Babyyy," he mocks, smirking at your rising impatience.

"Fine," you agree, bending to his will. You reach out to cup his face, but Toji takes a step back before you can touch him.

"What did I just say about getting it wrong? You really don't wanna kiss me, do you?"

"I do," you argue.

"Well, it doesn't feel like it. Seems like you just wanna get it over with so that i'll let you open the door."

"I'm sorry. I do wanna kiss you."

"How bad?" He pokes, loving the way you tilt your head, your expression unamused. "Plead your case, ma. How bad do you wanna kiss me?"

"So bad," you utter.

"Don't believe it," he responds, not moved enough by your words.

"Toji, I wanna kiss you so bad," you repeat.

"No, you don't," he denies. "I'm not feeling how much you wanna kiss me."

"Baby," you start, your voice exaggeratedly sentimental, your gaze filled with a saccharine amount of love. "I wanna kiss you so damn bad. It's not even funny."

"The way you're making it up is funny, though," he fires back. He's having a ball with this, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from cracking. Then, he sees you powering up, getting ready to go full siren. "You got it," he says, encouraging your theatrics.

With a deep inhale, the show commences.

"Pleaseeee! Oh god, please, please, the prettiest of pleases," you cry out. "If you love me—shit—if you value puppy lives... Oh my goodness, I can't even get it out. It's... it's too much. My desire-" you break out of your own drama scene to release a cackle at your word choice. "My... desire to kiss you..." you press your lips together, finding it difficult to hold it together when you see how entertained Toji looks. You use it to your advantage, adding a little head shake and dragging yourself down on the door, appearing to have crumbled to the ground. "I can't contain it. I just... I can't. Please," you whisper, weakly, looking up at Toji, pathetically, from where you sit on the floor.

Toji is very familiar with your dramatic fits, but this one takes the cake. You stunned him for a solid ten seconds. He peers down at you, his hands still planted on the door.

"And you called me dramatic earlier. Did you hear yourself just now? All that for some kisses?"

"Not just any kisses. Your kisses," you respond, with a satisfied smile and a nod.

"Get up," he commands, offering you his hands for assistance in standing up. You take them and push yourself up and off the ground, smiling softly when your hands remain in Toji's. He loves when you look at him like that—with your eyes all shiny and that smile on your lips that expresses the joy you find in these ridiculous moments with him. In one fell swoop, you pull his arms around you and reciprocate the gesture, giving him a big squeeze. Obviously, to him, it's anything but a big squeeze, but it brings a smile to his face anyway.

"Please, let me make you breakfast," you plead.

"You still have to kiss me," he insists.

You smile as you take half a step back to be able to see him. Stubborn as ever, he still really wants his kisses.

"Come here, baby," you call, your voice so sweet that it's almost a coo. You outstretch your hands in preparation for cupping his cheeks.

"Mmm... I like that," he murmurs, lips pulled into a smirk as he tightens his arms around you a little more and starts leaning in. "Three kisses, pretty, but you know I won't complain if you want to give me more."

"We'll see," you tease, smiling as your lips connect for the first kiss. Your hands gently mold into the softness of his cheeks, your fingertips grazing his jaw. It's soft, sweet, a little impatient on both ends, but controlled for the most part. Like you're kissing without a limit, that second kiss is easily melted into and attained, leading you to the third and supposed final one.

Once that one concludes, you decide to be nice and reward him with a bonus kiss. This one lasts longer, and you hum into it, like kissing him is your favorite thing to do in the world. Your thumbs stroke his cheeks a couple times, before you release him with a loud "mmmwah!" and step back, releasing an irrepressible giggle.

"Give me another one, just like that," he requests, taking that step towards you, again. "Come on," he pleads, grabbing your hands and pulling them up to place them on his face. "One more, doll?" His hands lower to your waist, and when you smile and roll your eyes, he knows he's won.

"Alright, only one more, bear," you comply, standing on your tippy toes to meet his lips one. last. time.

Once your lips brush against his, you hold them there for a few seconds. No movement, nothing crazy, just warm softness. You can feel yourself wanting to laugh, but you hold it together for a few a couple more seconds. After you do the same "mmmwah!" sound, you finally let your soft laugh out.

Toji smirks, his gaze darting between your eyes and the lips he just kissed, as he unwinds his arms from your waist and steps back, giving you the space to open the door and let both of you out.

"Toji Tax paid. You can open the door now," he says, grinning contentedly at the way you press your lips together in amusement, before turning around and pulling the door open.

Breakfast would be yet another task and a half for you to complete. With Toji trailing back and forth after you in the small kitchen area, refusing to be anywhere you weren't, you're surprised nothing ended up burning.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

One hell of a team | In-ho x Wife!Reader |

Summary: You will follow your husband anywhere.

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Violence - Different back story for In-ho - Blood - Death - Use of (Y/N) - Reader gets called "love" -

The Frontman, the man with the most power within the island, to who the guards obey without question.

Was currently trembling under his wife pointed look.

"You want to enter the games?" You asked him, your tone cold and almost jugdmental.

In-ho calmed himself down. It was an idea that stayed with him after the death of the Chairman and even more with how player 456 had insisted the last two years in finding them. He had played before and won, he knew how terrible others could be, he had walked out like a new man, used the money for himself and you. Never really gave much thought on how many lives were lost.

But, for some reason he wanted to go again.

"Im going with you"

His glass of wishky fell onto the floor, the loud crash did nothing to bother you while you ate.

"No, thats not happening. I need you here to control the games and guards" In-ho started trying to get a valid reason to why you defenetly should not come.

"Oh, you need me to? Well I need you here. With me. With our family. How do you think I would do seeing you there ? I still remember how you got when you came back from these the first time"

"That was different" The Frontman said taking a deep breath "I wont be just one more player, it will be like when the Chairman went in"

"That still does not ease my mind" (Y/N) responded "Till death do us a part and follow you anywhere" you recited showing him your weeding ring. "Remember?"

In-ho felt his chest got thight at the sight and the memory of the small yet full of love weeding you two had back when life was more simple.

"Alright, you can come with me. Its not like you would wait for my approval" he responded smiling at the end "But no one must know that we are married, you understand that ?" He added now serious

"Of course, its what makes more sense, we will just casually meet there and see how it plays" You nodded to him "And please, better clean up that glass before someone steps on it"

"On it, love"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

For the most part pretending not to know each other was easier than expected. While you knew the guards knew who you two were you were still a bit scared. Specially during the green and red light, since both of you had got separated and now you were froze in your spot.

"You need to move" In-ho said from behind his arm playing along "Follow me in the next sing, alright? Just take my hand"

"Im scared, im sorry" You said feeling guilty over wanting to be there with him and starting to fail on the first game no less.

"I know, I was too. But im here, just follow me"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

You had to hide your smirk when he pressed the circle to go on with the games, you knew he would do it just to piss off Player 456 and make things more cahotic.

He went with the rest and stood besides you trying himself not to smile at you.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The first approach to Gi-huns team was tense to say the least. You two had voted circle and even worse In-ho had been the vote that ended the tie.

But with his own charisma and yours you two got to be on his good side.

Till In-ho decided to talk, really you sometimes forgot who sassy he could be.

"And some picked umbrella?" He asked faking suprise when he had seen it on first hand. "Most of them died I assume"

You could see the look on player 456 and decided to be more sensitive

"Hey, dont be like that. Im sure they went in blind and did not know what it was about" You said keeping a safe distance so no one would think you two were together or knew each other before the games.

In-ho was having too much fun.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

That first night they both were in their respective beds. Still keeping their false relationship. However once (Y/N) was sure all were asleep she went towards In-ho who was awake like he knew she would be coming to him.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a whisper, worried that for her this would be too much.

"Im fine, I wanted to see if you were fine"

He nodded not saying a thing but taking her hand.

"Also, I saw you break that fight, really ? When did you even learn to do that ?" This made him smile and hold her hand thighter "Really! I only see you in your office all the time"

"You think I would come in here without knowing how to defend myself or you?"

She smiled at him, blushing in the dark. "No....I just thought all you did was be in your office and give orders"

In-ho rolled his eyes "Just wait till we are out of here, i will show you just how fit im"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The six legs game was both a chaos and funny. Honeslty you could not help yourself on hugging him and player 456 (who was slowly getting on your soft side) as you saw a team win.

However the shoots that came for these who did not survive were too much. You would swear In-ho gave the guards a cold stare because you would flinch sometimes.

"Hey, dont worry they wont shoot the ones who havent played" Player 456 reassured you with a calm tone

You nodded, knowing that even if you lost they wont shoot you or In-ho. It was still sweet to see him trying to calm you down.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Not a word" He said during the night when you two were able to talk again.

"I was not going to say a thing, but you did in on purpose or were you really missing ?"

In-ho closed his eyes knowing you would later get the recording of him missing during the game and use it against him.

"It was all planned" he said trying to sound as convincing as he could.

"Whatever you say Honey"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The game of making pairs gave you nausea because of the carousel kept spinning around. And the rounds were stress again. The worse part was getting separated from In-ho who find you seeing how two players were dragging you so they could have the number they needed.

You havent see him get that angry in years, his protective self being on as he pulled one from the neck and punched the other one.

He kept punching almost forgetting there was a game you two were supposed to play.

"Leave him we still need two more" You urged only for a guard to shove two confused and scared players besides you and In-ho.

"We got them" He assured getting your hand and going to one room.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"In-ho!! (Y/N)!!" The worried screams of Gi-hun filled the place as he looked for both of you.

Even if he had promised to try and dont get attached to new players and survive he could not help but feel a connection with both of you.

"Gi-hun!" In-ho's voice called making him look over and see him coming towards the rest with you by hand something that made him curious but decided not to ask.

"Im glad to see you two alright" Gi-hun said seeing just a few bruises on you, and noticing blood on In-ho knuckles.

You catched his eyes and went to explain "He saved me" you told the rest looking at them then at In-ho who was looking back at you "I would have not made it otherwise"

The look of love you two shared was so genuine, some wonder if you two were together but trying to be discrete to protect yourselfs.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"They will most likely attack us tonight" Gi-hun explained as he showed the fork the guards had left when the food was given.

The idea only assented itself when the men returned from the bathroom, with blood on them. 

"And what do you propouse us to do?" In-ho asked all of the Xs were in a circle trying to listen to what Gi-hun had to say.

Gi-hun told the others his plan, honestly you thoguht it was nusts, it wont work. They were far suprassed on numbers but you had to shut yourself up.

You could tell your husband was both amazed by it and even kind of respecting it. Or at least that what he showed to him. He needed Gi-hun's trust after all.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Hide well" In-ho said besides you in a low tone "We can trust the guards but till they get here we cant trust the others"

You nodded knowing that very well since this was a typical phase of the game for years.

"We will be safe" You said holding his shoulder. "Do what you have to do, dont worry about me" You tried to make him feel at ease but he could not. The only thing that scared him more than anything were the other players trying to get to you.

"Just hang in there" He responded his forehead against yours.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The fight was on its hot spot. The players were killing each other without a second thought.

Nothing like living it, even if you have seen this type of thing multiple times. Its was unnerving to see them just going at each others troath. The screams and cries were too much for a moment, the dark did nothing to help.

Thats when you felt it. Someone had dragged you out from under the bed and was now on top of you. You saw the player move their left hand ready to Strike at you. You tried to punch and defend yourself but the person on top was too strong.

A cold scream left your mouth as the fork pierced your shoulder.

You could not help it, the adrenaline and anxiety was getting on you.

"In-ho! In-ho help me please" You screamed for him, your husband the love of your life.

"Shut up, the next one will be your neck" The person said and for a moment you saw it. Dying in here and leaving In-ho.

Till you felt the person being pushed and the screams of them. You blinked trying to make sense.

It was In-ho, he had taken the fork from the player and was now piercing the neck of the player, not even leaving a chance for them to survive.

"GO HIDE NOW!!" In-ho ordered, he being scared himself and angry. He saw red when you were dragged and it was for the brutal grip Gi-hun had on his arm that he did not move faster.

You did as told getting under another bed and making sure no one could reach you.

"You fucking scum! How dare you lay hands on my wife" In-ho almost screamed too angry to see that the player was now dead. All his face and hands where covered in blood.

"Stop it!! They are dead, we need to continue the plan, the lights will be back soon" Gi-hun said taking him and pulling him away from the dead player.

"Get (Y/N), and be ready" Gi-hun told him trying to keep himself calm even when he was close to jump over and save you and In-ho. He wondered if he had hear it right, you were his wife?

In-ho did not waste time, searching for you in the dark till he noticed you. He went quick, pulling yourself out from the bed telling you its was him.

"Shh shh its me, its over dont cry Love" He said trying to make you feel better.

"In-ho?" He nodded and you cried harder "In-ho I was so scared"

"I know love I know, just a bit more alright? It will be over soon. Listen once the guards come in and we follow Gi-huns plan do not come. Someone will come and get you"

"Im going with you, im not leaving you in a bullet fight!"

"You know nothings gonna happen to me, I want you here, safe, alright?"

Finally you accepted.

"I love you In-ho"

"I love you too Love"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

As In-ho had said when the guards got back after the fight one took you, Player 120 tried to protest but was put back in her place by other guard.

"You are under suspect of have been part of the riot. You are now eliminated from the games"

The guard said playing his role, starting to get you out of the room while you screamed following the act.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"Apologies Madam, orders from the Front Man" The guard said bowing once you two were outside and out of reach from the others players.

Even if you were still breathing hard you nodded. "Dont worry, just take me to him". The guard nodded.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

He knew he was needed in the control room but refused to let you alone like that. He went to your share room, his heart broke at your image, bruises and blood over you. A guard was checking your shoulder but left after he order them to.

Silence fell over both of you as he went to you and hugged you careful not to hurt your shoulder.

He removed his mask to look at you properly.

"Im sorry, I should have never let you come, I should have stopped this sooner" He said with pain in his voice

"Dont blame yourself, I told you I was going in with you. This was not your fault In-ho" You reassured him feeling sad and worried over him.

"I cant not blame myself" He gently passed his hand over your cheeck "You are the best thing in my life and I almost lost you because of my own desires, never again"

You two kissed softly grounding yourselfs. You two were safe and together nothing else matters from now. Only the love and devotion you two had for each other.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

[neferaskingdom]

♡ You're Doing Amazing Sweetie | MV1

NEFERASKINGDOM

Summary: George finds out and the only thing Y/n can do is hide and pray that George doesn't take out Max on track.

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Y/n paces anxiously near the monitors while Charles and Lando loiter as if they had all the time in the world. Charles had his arms crossed, his race suit tied around his waist, and Lando was demolishing a plate of snacks meant for the Ferrari engineers. Y/n had been hiding out in the Ferrari garage since the paddock opened to avoid crossing paths with George.

“Okay, tell me the truth—how screwed am I?” Y/n asks, whipping around to face them.

“Oh, monumentally,” Lando replies through a mouthful of cookie. “Like Titanic levels. Possibly Pompeii.”

Charles nods along solemnly. “Also George is definitely plotting something. He walked by earlier muttering to himself like a Bond villain.”

“Fuck” Y/n groans pacing faster.

“You do realize hiding here makes you look guiltier, right?” Lando says, biting into another cookie

Y/n glares at him. “What do you want me to do? Parade around the paddock with a sign that says ‘Yes George, I am the mother of Max Verstappen’s future spawn’?!”

Charles snorts so hard that his espresso nearly spills. “Please don’t. George would spontaneously combust.”

“Plus technically speaking this is your fault,” Lando says, jabbing a finger at her.

She raises an eyebrow. “My fault? I’m not the one who told the entire world, ‘If it weren’t for the baby.’”

“That part was clearly Max’s fault,” Lando interjects, not looking up from his plate. “But this whole ‘let’s date secretly’ thing? Yeah, I’m blaming you for that one.”

“Excuse me?” Y/n shoots back.

“Don’t get defensive,” Charles says, holding his hands up. “But we told you this would end in disaster. And now? Look at you. Hiding in my garage like some kind of fugitive because George looks like he’s ready to blow up Redbull’s hospitality. You should have told George the second you two realized your relationship was serious.”

Y/n groans, tugging at her hair. “What’s done is done and I can’t change that now can I? And I’m here because I obviously can’t stay at the Mercedes garage if I want to avoid my brother and staying at Redbull is a deathwish. Imagine what’ll happen if he catches us both in the same place. I just hope George doesn't do anything stupid in public”

“Why do you think we’re here?” Lando says, grinning as he gestures to himself and Charles. “We’re like the UN Peacekeepers of the paddock. We’ll keep them both separate and make sure nothing happens today.”

“Like that's very reassuring,” Y/n mutters.

As the drivers line up for the national anthem, Y/n stays glued to the monitors, trying to keep a low profile. George, however, was impossible to miss.

“Great,” she mutters to herself as the camera pans to him. His jaw was clenched, his expression thunderous. It looked like he was barely holding himself together.

Oscar was hovering near George, subtly blocking him every time he shifted toward Max. Y/n couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Aussie, who looked like he’d accidentally wandered into a battlefield.

From his other side, Lando was casually draping an arm over his shoulder as if trying to calm him down. Instead, it seems to piss off George even more as he tried to shrug him off with a sharp glare, but Lando remained latched on.

“Please let this be over,” Y/n pleads at the screen.

The tension only escalated as the drivers headed to their cars. George made one last attempt to corner Max, and Y/n’s heart leaped into her throat.

“Oh no. Oh no. Don’t do it,” she whispered at the screen.

Oscar, ever the unwilling mediator, once again intercepted George, his hands up in a placating gesture. Y/n let out a relieved breath as George backed off, though he still looked furious.

She slumped back into her seat, her nerves frayed.

“Just one race,” she muttered to herself. “One race without drama. Is that too much to ask for?”

The drivers climbed into their cars, and the screen cut to the grid formation. Y/n felt a brief moment of peace, knowing that for the next couple of hours, George and Max would be too busy driving to tear into each other.

f1teaspill posted:

f1teaspill: Tensions are at an all-time high after today’s race! George Russell’s post-race interview took a dramatic turn when a journalist brought up Max’s cryptic baby comment and rumors about George’s sister. 😱 After repeatedly trying to dodge the question, George snapped, delivered a firm warning about personal boundaries, and stormed off.

The paddock drama just keeps escalating. Fans spotted George glaring at Max throughout the national anthem, and it seems like Oscar and Lando had to play paddock security to keep the peace. What’s your take on all this chaos? 🍼👀

Post-Race Interview Transcript:

Journalist: George, P5 today—a decent result to round out the season. Can you walk us through how you’re feeling about the race and the team’s performance?

George: (nodding) Yeah, it was a solid race. Not quite the result we hoped for, but the team worked hard all weekend. We gave it our best shot with the car we had. Of course, as a driver, you always want more, but I think we made the most of the opportunities we had out there.

Journalist: Fair enough. And, of course, today marks the end of an era with Lewis Hamilton’s final race for Mercedes. What’s it like to share this moment with him? Any reflections?

George: (pauses, visibly emotional) It’s bittersweet, really. Lewis has been such a huge part of the team and the sport as a whole. He’s not just a teammate but also a mentor and a legend in Formula 1. Sharing the garage with him has been an honor. I think I speak for everyone at Mercedes when I say we’re incredibly grateful for everything he’s brought to the team and wish him all the best for what comes next.

Journalist: Well said. Now, George, I have to shift gears a bit—there’s been a lot of chatter about some off-track tension. During the national anthem, fans couldn’t help but notice you glaring at Max Verstappen. Care to address that?

George: (stiffens, smile faltering) I wasn’t glaring at anyone. I was focused on the race, like I always am. People are reading into things that just aren’t there.

Journalist: Really? Because from the footage, it looked quite... pointed. And after Max’s comments yesterday about making peace with you ‘because of a baby,’ it’s hard not to wonder—

George: (cuts in, voice tight) I don’t see how that’s relevant to today’s race.

Journalist: (pressing) George, fans are speculating nonstop. Is it true? Is your sister having Max Verstappen’s baby?

George: (visibly bristling, voice rising) I think we’ve strayed far enough from the purpose of this interview. This is about Formula 1, about racing—not gossip or baseless rumors.

Journalist: With all due respect, George, Max’s words weren’t exactly cryptic. He was talking about a baby and making amends with you. Surely, you can understand why people are curious.

George: (snaps, voice sharp) Curious or not, it’s none of anyone’s business. This is supposed to be a post-race interview—not a soap opera recap. The media needs to learn where to draw the line. We’re here to race, not have our personal lives dissected under a microscope.

Journalist: But George, the fans—

George: (interrupts sharply) No. Enough. The media needs to maintain boundaries and stop meddling in our personal lives. I’m done here.

(George rips off his team cap, storms away from the interview pen, and disappears into the paddock, leaving the journalist and cameras stunned.)

Comments:

user: George was NOT here for the nonsense today. That ‘draw the line’ speech? ICONIC

user: Honestly, respect to George for standing up for himself. The journalist was pushing way too hard. Let the man race in peace user: Never seen George this mad before 😳 What is going on in the House of Commons???

user: Why do I feel like this confirms the baby news? Like he didn’t deny it, and his reaction was TOO intense

user: Respect to George for standing up to the journalist, but let’s not lie—he 100% confirmed the drama with that reaction. 🍼

user: Okay, but imagine George finding out about the baby at the same time as us 😭

user: George looked like he was going to deck Max during the national anthem. Thank you, Oscar, for literally being a human shield

user: No but why did George look like he was seconds away from body-slamming Max during the anthem? Lando had to literally hold him back 💀

user: Okay, but the real question is… what BABY? Whose baby? Did George even KNOW about this baby before today?!

user: Theory time! 1. Max and Y/n were dating in secret. 2. George didn’t know about the baby and is spiraling. 3. Netflix is eating GOOD

user: Imagine being George and learning about your sister’s alleged baby from Twitter

user: Lewis’ last race with Merc and THIS is what George has to deal with. Poor guy’s gonna need therapy after this season

user: The way everyone’s ignoring this is also Lewis’ last race with Mercedes 💀. George snapped so hard we forgot to be emotional

user: Lando probably whispered something dumb like ‘You’re doing amazing, sweetie’ while George was vibrating with rage

user: F1 isn’t just a sport. It’s a reality TV show with occasional car racing

Max stood under the glare of the cameras, trying to look composed despite the post-race fatigue gnawing at him. P6 wasn’t what he’d wanted, but at least he’d avoided the chaos brewing elsewhere in the paddock—or so he thought.

“So, the strategy was clearly compromised by the penalty,” the journalist asked, her tone probing. “Do you think there was any way to recover from that?”

Max nodded slightly, his words coming out measured. “Yeah, it was tough. We lost track position early, and once you’re in traffic—”

“Sorry to interrupt.”

The voice was eerily calm, almost polite, but it carried a weight that immediately silenced the conversation. Max turned to see George standing there, his posture casual but his jaw clenched tight.

The journalist blinked, clearly taken aback. “Uh, George? We’re in the middle of—”

“I need a moment with Max,” George cut her off, his tone civil but firm. He glanced at Max’s PR manager with an unnervingly calm smile. “I hope you don’t mind.”

The PR manager hesitated, looking between Max and George. Max let out a quiet sigh, already resigned to whatever was about to unfold. He gave a small nod. “It’s fine. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Before anyone could say another word, George’s hand clamped onto Max’s shoulder. It wasn’t rough, but it left no room for argument.

Max allowed himself to be steered away, his body language slumping slightly as though accepting his fate. George didn’t say a word as he guided Max through the paddock, weaving past mechanics and team personnel. A few glanced their way, their curiosity piqued, but no one dared to intervene.

“Are you going to say something, or are we just walking in ominous silence?” Max finally muttered, keeping his tone light but knowing full well George wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

George didn’t respond, his grip tightening slightly as they turned into a quieter corridor behind the team hospitality units.

“Okay,” Max said with a dry laugh, “this is starting to feel like a bad cop drama.”

George stopped abruptly, spinning Max around and slamming him against the wall. The thud echoed in the empty space, and Max winced slightly but didn’t resist.

“We need to talk,” George said, his voice low and steely, every word laced with barely contained anger.

Max met his gaze, his usual unflappable demeanor faltering under the intensity of George’s glare. For a moment, the air between them was thick with tension, unspoken words hanging heavy in the silence.

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[moonstruckme]

Ohh now that I have permission to request, could I request newgirl au rommates!marauders with a reader who is very independent and tries to do and deal with everything on her own. I mean we know how codependent the boys are and I would love to see how they would interact with a reader who is the complete opposite

Thanks for requesting (you never need permission babe haha) !

roommate!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Sirius lets out a low whistle, crossing his arms as he leans his hip against the couch to watch you. “Training to leave us for the circus?” 

“Ha ha,” you monotone. Your voice falters slightly as you wobble on the ball of your foot, standing on tiptoe atop a pile of thick books atop a chair in order to reach the uppermost shelf of the bookcase in your sitting room. “Do you guys never clean up here? It’s gross.” 

“Sounds like you’ve just answered your own question,” he says. “Why are you messing with it?” 

“Because,” you strain your reach, running a dusting wand along the shelf and stifling a gasp when your pile of books threatens to tip, “it’s the only empty shelf, and I have stuff to put here.” 

“Shit, babe, can’t your stuff wait a while? Remus will be home soon.” 

“So?” 

“So,” says Sirius, “he’s a tall bloke. He could at least reach up there without so much…peril.”

You make a dismissive noise. “I’ve got it.” 

You overextend your reach a tad, the books leaning precariously. The ball of your foot shuffles a few inches to the left in a semi-frantic instinct to regain your balance, but after a second you have to bail out, hopping down onto the chair and then the ground with a thunk that’s sure to win you favor from your downstairs neighbors. 

“Yeah,” Sirius drawls. “Looks like it.” 

You make a face at him. James comes out of his room as you’re moving the chair a couple feet to the left to climb back up. 

“I can’t decide…uhh…” He watches you ascend with brows drawing together in concern. 

“She won’t be deterred,” Sirius says swiftly. “What can’t you decide?” 

James’ eyes stay stuck on you as you pick up the dusting wand to try again. “I, erm, can’t decide what to have for tea.” 

“You said the other day that you were craving Thai,” Sirius offers. “Order takeaway?” 

Though you’re turned away, you can practically hear the smile enter James’ voice. “Genius. You want in?” 

“Sure. Pad see ew, please.” 

“Got it. What about you?” James asks you.

“No, thanks.” The duster looks suspiciously clean for how far you’ve gotten. You attempt a little hop to see the shelf. “I’ve got leftovers.” 

“Right, okay—god, please don’t do that.” James’ voice pitches when your books sway after another hop. “It’s a long way down the stairs if you break your neck and we have to call 999. Why did you say we can’t stop her?” he asks Sirius. 

“I tried telling her to wait for Remus—” 

“That’s a good idea. Remus is tall, love, let him do it.” 

“—but she wants to do it herself.” 

“Oh.” Similarly to how you could hear James’ smile before, now you can hear the lack of it. “I see. This is like the jar thing?” 

“The jar thing?” Sirius asks with mild interest. 

“Yeah. I found her struggling with a jar of spaghetti sauce the other night” —you roll your eyes; struggling seems a bit superior— “so I tried to help, but she wouldn’t let me. Accidentally shattered the whole thing in the sink trying to get it open.” 

At this point, you can feel both James’ and Sirius’ pointed stares at your back. You keep about your business as though you can’t. 

“We can’t have you breaking bones the way you broke the jar,” says James. “We don’t have liability insurance.” 

You huff a laugh. “I’m not totally familiar with how insurance works around here, but I don’t think you need that if you’re not employing me.” 

“Whatever.” Sirius’ voice is dispassionate. “If she wants to break her neck to prove a point, that’s her prerogative.” 

James sounds about to protest, but then you hear the door open. 

“What the fuck?” Remus asks under his breath, as though speaking to no one but himself. “What are you doing up there?” 

“It’s fine,” you insist, though admittedly it takes some willpower to continue dusting when your quietest roommate sounds so horrified. “I’m cleaning.” 

You hear the door shut and the lock click. There’s a papery shuffle as Remus sets down whatever he brought inside. “Why?” he asks, bewildered. 

“Uh, because I don’t want my books on a dusty shelf?” 

“Let me take care of that. Come down from there.” You start turning to give your rebuttal the same as you had to Sirius and James, but before you can Remus’ hands are at your waist. Your balance falters. 

“Careful,” he tsks, his grip on you tightening momentarily. “Step down, one foot at a time.” 

You find that, with his hands on you and his tone so resolute, you have a harder time refusing him. You put your foot down on the chair. 

“There you are.” Remus doesn’t seem inclined to release you until you have both feet on the ground, but he turns to give James and Sirius a look. “You were just going to let her do this by herself?” 

“We tried to tell her,” Sirius defends them. “She won’t have any help, she’d rather smash things.” 

Now Remus turns back to you, bemused. “Smash things?” 

“It was an accident,” you mumble. “I wanted to open my own jar.” 

“You’ve got to let James handle jars, babe,” Sirius tells you sagely. “He needs it, it makes him feel good.” 

James shrugs as though this may or may not be true. 

“Please,” Remus pinches the bridge of his nose, “no smashing anything while I’m away. Jars or bones.” 

“That’s what we were trying to tell her,” James says helpfully. 

You cross your arms, avoiding anyone’s eyes. “Fine.” 

Remus sighs. “Thank you.” He sets a fond hand on the top of your head, and the familiarity of the gesture sends a pleasant warmth all the way down to your toes. You feel a tad less aggrieved. 

“Thank goodness,” says James. “Hey, does this mean I can start opening your jars for you? And you’ll have takeaway with us tonight?” 

Your flatmates all look at you. “Sure,” you relent. “That would be nice, thanks. But I’m not going to start joining you for those bedtime stories you do in Remus’ room every night.” 

“I’m an unwilling participant in those,” Remus protests unconvincingly. 

“You should rethink that one,” Sirius advises you as he sits down on the couch, pulling out his laptop to begin ordering dinner. “We’re reading the Wrinkle in Time series right now; it’s riveting.”

[withahappyrefrain]

https://www.tumblr.com/withahappyrefrain/756666693791760384/yes-tyler-needing-a-handblow-job-before-going-on?source=share

okay listen 👀 tyler dry humping you against the side of his car before getting to work

Hi, can I kiss your brain? It's beautiful. We got some good ole porn without plot smut here folks.

Having no neighbors within a three mile radius has many perks.

Halloween is spent watching movies, not handing out candy at the door. You can host a party but don't have to hear someone else do the same. No HOA means you're free to paint your door whatever color you damn well please.

It also meant you could grind against your husband's denim covered thigh against his truck.

It started out as a kiss. A goodbye kiss, like one you had given Tyler so many times before he headed out to chase a developing storm.

Okay, yes, it was more heated than sweet this time around. More desperate than gentle. Your hands gripping his sun kissed hair instead of resting against his broad chest.

Who could blame you? Prior to getting a call from Boone, you and Tyler were underneath your bedsheets, his talented mouth having just started to unravel you.

Hopes that Boone was calling to fire off a new experiment were quickly dashed when he called a second time, in between Tyler's phone going off with text notifications, no doubt from the rest of the crew.

The cluster of storm cells had the potential to develop into something big, which Tyler swears is the only reason why he got out of bed and began to dress.

You had opted to stay in the baby blue night slip, knowing you weren't the one on the chase and it was Tyler's favorite.

Another perk of having no neighbors meant you didn't need to put on a robe in order to walk Tyler out to his truck.

So yes, if you were in a courtroom, facing trial for trying to tempt Tyler, the evidence would be overwhelmingly against you. But he truly started it, those large hands of his gripping your waist so he could pull you back for another kiss.

You could never leave it at just one kiss. He knows this. All you wanted was to simply be as close as humanly possible. After all, how else would you be able to inhale his captivating scent of oak and sandalwood?

He has your left knee pinned against his hip, allowing you to feel his denim cladded erection against your thigh.

"Fuck," his voice is breathless as his hips jerk upwards. A tornado is nothing, but feeling your soft body in his hands is enough to nearly bring Tyler to his knees.

Your mouth swallows his needy grunts, a hand squeezing his clothed erection, chest pressed against his.

"Ty," your nickname for him comes out in the form of a weak, needy whine, "Want ya s'bad."

"I know, but I gotta-fuck!" He hissed upon feeling his clothed erection against your bare cunt.

That, you absolutely did on purpose.

He abruptly stopped, hastily opening the passenger door. "Bend over," he hissed, pointing to the now available seat.

You quickly oblige, toes curling at the sound of his belt buckle clicking.

Having no neighbors mean you can be as loud as you want. Who could truly care about a noise complaint when the head of his cock was brushing against your clit?

When his cock sinks in, you breathe a sigh of relief, body welcoming the pleasurable stretch. Tyler always makes you feel so full, all you can think about is just him and his ridiculously amazing cock.

Now that should be investigated.

Thanks to your earlier, albeit interrupted, romp in bed, you're ready for him, allowing Tyler to quickly build up a rhythm. It's hurried, his thrusts harsh and sloppy. And yet, you can help but cling to the passenger seat

The sound of his hips slamming into yours can barely be heard over the moans that fall effortlessly from your mouth, along with the grunts Tyler grits out between his pearly white teeth.

"S'fuckin tight f'me," He groans, "Love you s'much. Can't wait t'come home t'you and this ah perfect pussy."

He's addicted to you. Your soft skin, the way your ass jiggles with each thrust, the shameless moans that fall from your kiss bitten lips. How soft you are, how tightly you cling onto him.

Tyler seriously considers calling out, making up some excuse, hell, even just being honest with his crew.

Who could be upset at a man for wanting to spend more time with his wife?

But he also knew you wouldn't let him. Ever since college, you knew of his dreams and how badly he wanted to follow them. You also trusted that he would always find a way back to you.

"Fuck, pretty girl. Need you to cum f'me, think you can do that?" One of his large hands reaches down to where you two connect, long fingers drawing circles on your clit.

You can barely keep your head up, nodding weakly as your walls clench around him. All you can do is take him, all you can do is let yourself go into the pleasure fueled haze you were craving.

He leans over as he feels your release, stubble scratching against your bare shoulder.

"Atta girl, feel s'good," his words are beginning to slur, signaling how close he is. You reach back, hand finding his dark blonde locks and giving the strands a harsh tug.

The whine Tyler lets out is music to your ears. It just takes one, two, three more sharp tugs for his hips to stutter, his release trailing behind yours.

His body covers yours and for a moment you two simply stay like that, breathing heavily.

"Hey, com're," His voice is now soft, gentle, his longer fingers cupping your chin so he could turn your face towards his.

Thin pink lips crash onto yours, the gesture a stark contrast to what occurred several minutes ago.

"Love ya," he confesses between kisses. Despite having heard it multiple times a day, it still makes your heart flutter.

"Love ya too cowboy," you smile against his lips, "But you should get goin'. Don't wanna be late."

Tyler shrugged, "You know how long it takes them to get ready. Besides, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't help my wife clean up?"

If Boone asks if you were the reason Tyler was an hour late, you would happily plead guilty.

[lovegasmic]

 ᰋ. HOW TO GET THE GIRL ? : jujutsu kaisen ᰍ 

request : [ them ] being the “other man” showing reader they won’t give up on her even though she now wants to be loyal. alt : just pretend there is no boyfriend and it’s exes trying to win you back.

‘ toji fushiguro, kento nanami, satoru gojo, suguru geto, choso kamo, sukuna x fem!reader ’ ୨୧ taglist

cw. slight mentions of sex◞ Sukuna gets in a fight ◞ other than that it’s all fluff / crack and probably a bit ooc.

˙ . ꒷ toji . 𖹭 ˙ — is the type that would purposely frequent the places he knows you’re going to be at, and to make it worst, when he knows you’ll be with your boyfriend.

the mall, that one restaurant you told him about, your favorite hair salon and that one clothing store, all places Toji attempts to find you at, calling you on the phone? that’s weak.

until you do ‘accidentally’ bump into Toji at the club where you first met, and he has this wide grin while nonchalantly approaching, eyeing your boyfriend up and down as if the sight was insulting, “oh, look who is here” he chuckles and you’re about to scream.

“do you know him?” your boyfriend asks, a bit taken guarded, no one could blame him really, that menacing look on Toji’s eyes plus the size of the man is just a perfect combo for disaster.

pissed is mild, you’ve already told Toji to stay away yet he never listens, “just briefly, he is not important”

the black haired man’s eyes glint with what looks like anger, but still masked under a smirk and crossed arms to purposely bulge his arms, “is that a way to talk to an old friend?” he tuts, mocking, “i’m hurt”

“let’s get going” you mutter in a rush, tugging your boyfriend to leave as soon as possible, but of course, Toji is not having it, holding onto your wrist to tug you instead towards another corner and quite fast, just to push you against a wall.

“what a fuckin’ pathetic man you got” he huffs, noticing how your boyfriend just stood there frozen, “i can’t believe you chose that”

“i chose no one, he was my first, you’re just a fling” that shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did.

“you didn’t say that when you were screaming my name” his hands are a bit firmer on your arms.

and your face burns slightly, “that’s different”

“how so?” Toji’s voice is demanding and gruff, “we had so much fun together, I can take better care of you than that pathetic excuse of a man you have..., please” he does not need much, really, just a single chance, and by the way your eyes drop slightly, he knows you’re seconds away from giving in.

˙ . ꒷ kento . 𖹭 ˙ — to begin with, finding out you were using him all along was like a punch in the gut, him who thought your relationship was going smooth and steady, only to be crushed down within minutes was not something Kento was willing to go through again. so, he just let’s you go, his ego hurt and heart shattered in pieces.

but then again, if you were with him, it was for a reason, right?

he acts mature, something you quite expect from a man like Kento, yet unable to deny the pull that still lingers, a whole gentleman he is, and in a city like yours finding him again was not impossible.

“hello...” his voice is steady and cool, making your tummy do a flip at the nonchalant and deep tone, “how have you been?” it’s quite obvious his words are forced, and by the way his hands are in his pockets, he wants to leave as soon as possible.

“um, good, yeah” so awkward, and to make it worse, you can’t just stop the way your eyes trail up and down his body, looking as handsome and manly with those khaki pants and blue fitted shirt.

Kento nods again, tapping on the ground with perfectly polished shoes, “good, then, goodbye”

“wait!”

your words come out before you can even stop them, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your top, “can we... grab some coffee? if you’re free, of course”

truly meant to be, how weak you are and how weak Kento is to accept immediately, hopefully, now knowing the whole story, he can convince you to break up with your boyfriend.

˙ . ꒷ satoru . 𖹭 ˙ — another gift left on your doorstep? this is the third that week, a cute yet simple black box with a white bow around it, perhaps another expensive necklace to join the collection your ‘ex’ or better called, fling, left.

the box creates a soft thud as you toss it on the last drawer of your closet, unable to even consider throwing it away, so you better keep them, there were no more reasons behind it, you tried to convince yourself.

then another beep, you have a new voice mail that plays, “hey, sweetheart!” Satoru sounds as nonchalant and fake as ever, “you left a t-shirt at my place, ahaha, don’t you want to come grab it?”

another poor excuse.

“why don’t I better drop it at your place?” silence, “just..., let me know if your boyfriend is there...”

something he was not willing to do was drop by knowing the other man could be there, one to save himself from heartache, and another, to not murder the man with his own bare hands.

another beep, another voice call, “let me talk to you, baby, please, just once, can we talk?” he sounds a bit pathetic but who cares, you managed to get under his skin, wrapped around your finger in such a way that he was not letting you go that easily, “call me”

you couldn’t deny that he was really sweet and attentive, checking one of the anklets he got you now sitting on your skin, perhaps... giving him one call can’t hurt, right?

˙ . ꒷ suguru . 𖹭 ˙ — Mr. nonchalant, you call him, having a grin on his face that makes his eyes wrinkle on the sides, barely raising a hand to greet as you approach — although you tried to avoid him by crossing the road, thing Suguru did too, now face to face while the only one who feels awkward is you, “oh, hi” he says your name as if it was the most common thing he has ever done, rolling off his tongue way too smoothly, “i did not expect to see you around”

what a liar, if you didn’t know him, you could have overlooked the way his fists were clenched and jaw slightly tight, “and who is this?” he points at the man next to you, who Suguru knows every detail of thanks to social media.

“this is my boyfriend...” why were your words so stiff? “what are you doing here?”

“oh, me?” he shrugs, “walking around, buying some groceries, life is amazing” the sarcasm and way his eyes trailed up and down your boyfriend in such disgusted way did not escape your gaze.

“oh, that’s great, yeah... we better get going...”

“wait” there is that smile again, “why don’t you join me for dinner?” you genuinely fear for your boyfriend’s life at that suggestion.

“i don’t think—”

“ah, you wound me” so dramatic, holding a hand to his chest, “aren’t we friends?”

sure, hopefully your boyfriend will make it out in one piece.

˙ . ꒷ choso . 𖹭 ˙ — although his mind screams for not to call you, he still does. the phone feels heavy on his hand the moment he picks it up, dialing the number Choso has began to memorize from how many times he’s type it just to delete it.

straight into voicemail, just great, “doll, we have to talk...” his voice is gruff and low, trying to mask that frustration by sliding his open palm across his face, “...call me”

it’s a little pathetic but he does not care in the slightest, fuck, how much he misses you, your laugh, your smell, your voice, everything, utterly in love with you.

even his brother told him to find someone else, to let you go but he could not, at least not on his own, dragged to a bar by his friends where he oh, so coincidentally finds you again, looking as gorgeous as ever and his chest tightens.

“hey” Choso is even a little flustered to approach you, hoping you don’t push him away, he just wants to chat, really, smiling and ignoring the flutter in his stomach as you actually continue the conversation, perhaps the drinks making everything go smoother, perhaps it’s the atmosphere or just how extremely beautiful you look.

Choso can’t look away, can’t take his eyes off you, and without realizing you’re dancing again as if nothing happened, as if you’re still his, and he really, really prays that you don’t slap him as he leans for a kiss under the bar dim light.

˙ . ꒷ sukuna . 𖹭 ˙ — this was a bad idea, a horrible, terrible idea, who in their right mind even thinks about taking their boyfriend to the club their side piece is a frequent at?

you, you did.

“so this is the guy, huh?” a few drinks in and Sukuna was ready to fight without a care of the show he was putting in, that mean, wicked smirk of his in place as he taps your boyfriend’s shoulder hard enough to make him wobble slightly, “you changed me for that?!” his eyes never left yours, demanding an answer.

“i did not change you! you were not even an option ”

a deep and quite menacing laugh echoes through the now embarrassingly silent club, everyone ready to jump in if things got worse, “oh yeah? that’s so sad, babygirl, because you are mine”

“hey” your boyfriend chimes in, stepping in between you and Sukuna whose hands were on your shoulders, “keep your hands away from my girl”

“listen, pal” Sukuna retorts, his face turned into a sly smile that screams danger, “this is between me and her”

“she is my girlfriend”

and, that did not sit right with Sukuna, as the next thing you see is your boyfriend stumbling back from the pink haired’s punch on the face, and the club bouncer jumping to pull him outside, almost happening in the blink of an eye.

that was just perfect, well done.

and as your hands clean up your boyfriend’s bloodied cheek, and your thoughts trail down to Sukuna, you know you’re fucked.

[beloveds-embrace]

Fuck it, we ball, I hope that disrespectful anon gets hemorrhoids and they can't get them removed until next year, AND that their insurance doesn't cover it. I'm here thinking about your Omega idea where omegas normally do the pursuing, but with a slight twist; the boys being the omegas. An alpha who is for sure down bad for the boys, but thinks "ah, theyre out of my league, I should be aiming lower, manage my expectations". Only 141 is just as down bad for them, and they're doing everything just short of screaming "PICK UP ON THE HINTS, COME INTO OUR HOUSE AND BEDS AND LIVES AND STAY FOREVER PLEASE"

Johnny is about to say fuck decorum and just show up in reader's house wearing nothing but a ribbon and a tag that says 'free to a good home' (your home is the good one, please keep him, there is no receipt so you can't return him).

Price has the brain cell normally in terms of trying to gently coax you into getting you to say you're into them, he has a 15 step plan that may or may not involve using his various contacts to get you spending more time in close proximity to them. Also he for some reason is always baking, he always comes over asking you for sugar? (He'll take any kind of 'sugar' you're willing to offer, he loves making a variety of cream pies)

Gaz is always gently inviting them to attend 'friend' things, things that could be a date but that he can excuse as 'well we're coworkers/friends/neighbors, we should get along :)'. It's just a coincidence that various other people seem to bail except for any of the other boys, now why don't you sit beside him so you guys can share popcorn at the movies (you both always seem to be reaching for it at the same time, if your fingers touched anymore you might as well be holding hands)

Simon is chasing off any omegas he thinks are a threat to them getting reader, that is THEIR alpha, paws OFF (rip to anyone reader was halfheartedly going on dates with, this man is gonna become those people's sleep paralysis demon)

Hope you enjoy!! :3 💕💕 i lovedddd writing this sm omg

See, the thing is, you’d always thought of yourself as a decent Alpha. Not overbearing, not egotistical, not a demanding freak- just capable and steady. But you weren’t extraordinary. Not the kind of Alpha Omegas like them would look at twice. And so, while you worked alongside the men of Task Force 141 you convinced yourself to be content with just admiring them from a distance.

You couldn’t help it. They were perfect, as far as you were concerned. Perfect, and fully out of your league.

Surely, Omegas like them would want someone better. Someone stronger. You’d told yourself that so many times it was practically your mantra, the only way you’d be able to stop yourself from pursuing them. They deserved someone more charismatic, more confident- an Alpha who could match their brilliance. Not someone like you, fumbling through conversations with them, struggling to keep your feelings in check.

But they’d already decided. They didn’t need a flashy Alpha or someone who tried too hard. What they wanted was you. The only problem? You didn’t seem to realize it, no matter how obvious they made it.

John took the lead, naturally. He knew you were cautious and perhaps a little insecure when it came to relationships (it was fucking visible in you, silly Alpha. He scoffs each time you draw back, frustrated), so he made it his mission to draw you in- slowly and subtly. His plan was meticulous: get you comfortable, build trust, and create opportunities for you to spend more time with them so you’d see that they only want you.

Maybe then you’d break out of that stupid shell you’ve put yourself in.

He’d started baking regularly, a habit you hadn’t even known he had. At least once a week, he’d show up at your place with a tin of cookies, a loaf of fresh bread, or a perfectly golden pie. “Thought I’d share,” he’d say casually, though the slight smirk tugging at his lips told a different story. He peers at you, letting his scent coil just a bit more. “I hope you don’t mind the amount of cream. I happen to like cream pies a lot.”

The way to an Alpha’s heart is through their stomach, and all that.

If he wasn’t offering you baked goods, he was asking for your help to make said baked goods. “Ran out of sugar again,” he’d sigh, handing you an empty container. “Mind sparing a bit?”

It was ridiculous, downright unbelievable how often he supposedly ran out of baking supplies. But his visits became a highlight of your week, and the lingering looks he gave you left your heart pounding long after he was gone.

The one time he’d handfed you, watching you lick the syrup from his fingers with half-lidded eyes, still lives in your mind rent-free.

Kyle took a softer, more personal approach. He wasn’t above using the pretense of friendship to spend time with you, often inviting you to casual dates- grabbing coffee, going to the movies, or just walking through town and shopping. Every invitation was framed innocently, but there was always a little extra effort behind it. He’d pick a movie he knew you’d like, suggest places he knew you’d find interesting, and ensure that others you unfortunately knew joined just enough to make it seem less like a date.

Somehow, though, those other people always mysteriously canceled. It was never anything dramatic- just a sudden cold, a scheduling conflict, or a “something came up, sorry.” Eventually, it would be just you and a very smug Kyle, sitting close enough that your knees brushed or reaching for popcorn at the same time. Once, right as the bowl emptied and you both reached for it, Kyle simply thought fuck it and held your hand.

On one occasion, you both shared a bowl of spaghetti and ended up with the scene from the Lady and the Tramp.

It was so painfully obvious to everyone.

Except you.

“It’s not a coincidence,” Kyle muttered to Johnny one evening after you left, both of them sitting in the spot you were in, bathing in the leftover warmth and scent. “How can they not notice?”

Speaking of Johnny; he’s barely keeping himself together. Subtlety in missions are a must sometimes, but he doesn’t want to that with you anymore. He was just so, so, so frustrated with your obliviousness. What more does he need to do to show you that he- that they- want you?

He’s been dropping so many hints; half-jokes about Omegas waiting begging to be swept off their feet, suggestive winks when you compliment him in that lovely, adoring tone of yours. Once, while watching a romantic tv show, he’d sighed loudly and very pointedly said: “If only someone would claim me.”

“If ye don’t figure it out soon,” he growled at the others one night, pacing back and forth like a wild beast and probably on his way to leave a dent in the carpet, “I’m showin’ up at their doorstep with nothin’ but a red bow, like some bloody Christmas prezzie, I swear to god.”

John sighs, rolling his eyes. “You do that, and I’m leaving you on their porch.”

“That’s exactly what I’m askin’ for!”

Simon took the quietest but most direct approach. Just not exactly direct towards you. While the others worked to get closer to you, Simon focused on eliminating what he saw as obstacles: other Omegas who thought you were free for the taking. It didn’t matter if they were serious or just someone you’d gone on a casual date with- Simon saw them all as threats.

He didn’t have to say much to scare them off. A single cold glare from across the room, sharp bursts of his scent, or a low, menacing comment was usually enough to send them packing. He didn’t care if it was excessive.

You were his Alpha. You were their Alpha, and no one else had a right to you.

But even Simon softened when it came to you. He couldn’t put all his thoughts, all his feelings into words, so he did them with his actions. Quiet protectiveness, gentle, careful touches. Moments of fleeting vulnerabilities shared between you and him.

He was always there for you. Even if you didn’t know you need him with you.

Still, despite all their efforts, you remained convinced that they weren’t interested.

In the end, to no one’s surprise, it’s Johnny who snaps. Johnny, so close to his heat, so absolutely done with your obliviousness and the Omegas that aren’t them talking with you when you should be only focused on them.

He doesn’t care; leaves the carefully made nest with your stolen shirts and none of the others stop him when he just. Drags your surprised self to the nest.

“Johnny! You-“

“I want you.” He hisses, bares his teeth all sharp and desperate. “We want you. And damn it, we will have you.”

And well, who are you to even say no when this is all you have wanted?

[wysteria-bloom]

⚝ "oh shit you're crying okay"

Hazbin Hotel boys react to you crying at a party

Warnings : mentions of val. hate that motherfucker.

Genre : angst, comfort, fluff

A/n : bro I jump between fandom obsessions too much I need help. Why am I simping for THE DEVIL from THE BIBLE and A TV-HEAD MAN 😭😭 actually devastated with myself. Anyways Vox and Alastor's may be a bit longer because... yeah. Angel-Dust's is a friend relationship but you can interpret it differently if you are a dude lol

Characters : angel-dust, husk, alastor, vox, lucifer

▢ angel dust 𔘓

When he walked into the bathroom, he was shocked at first at the sight of you, feeling fear grip his heart.

Had Val got his hands on you when he was distracted? He would never forgive himself if he had-

"Toots, ya can't jus' go an' disappear on me like that," He began softly as he closed the bathroom door, locking it for privacy," had me tearin' out my hair."

You sniffed as you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks swollen from tears," s-sorry..." you whimpered out, curling in on yourself a little more.

He grimaced at the dirty floor you were sitting on before maneuvering around you sit next to you, one of his arms pulling you into his side-embrace comfortingly.

"This party's fuckin' shitty, ain't it? Sorry for bringin' ya here, doll." He sighed out, hand caressing your side softly.

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from sobbing as you shook your head vehemently," i-it's not that, Angel... you were only trying to cheer me up..." you furiously wiped at your eyes to stop more tears from falling," I just-... Fucking hate everything down here..."

He hummed, head leaning on top of yours," cheers to that." He droned out with a frown.

You looked up at him, his heart squeezing at the innocent look on your face. You weren't supposed to be down in a place like this, there was no way.

"Can we just... go get ice cream or something?" You then gulped, waving a hand," b-but if you're having fun-"

"Nah. I'd rather do one of Charlie's trust exercises than be in this shit-hole." He stood up smoothly and pulled you with him, keeping you close to him as he grinned toothily," I would kill for an ice cream right now."

▢ alastor ⍋

He didn't willingly want to be here, in fact he stayed for a total of 15 minutes to please Charlie before escaping outside to leave.

But the sight of you sitting on the steps outside sniffling to yourself made him pause in his long strides.

You had your head hung low, a red plastic cup sitting at your side alone.

You were prime for manipulation.

But... Alastor found himself being sympathetic. He breathed out a sigh before walking over to you," my, what do we have here? My dear, being out in the open in such a vulnerable state is a bold choice!" He exclaimed, grinning down at you, but it wasn't as sharp as it usually was.

You jumped at his sudden presence," Jesus-!" You looked up.

"Not quite!"

You seemed to relax at the sight of the red-haired demon and sighed in relief," Alastor..." you gave him a weak smile, wiping away at your tears," Wh-what brings you out here, huh? Needed fresh air?"

He sat down on the steps with you," As a matter of fact, I was planning my great escape from this wretched event!" He tilted his head at you, hair falling along with him as he regarded you with a knowing glint in his eyes," I believe you're well acquainted with the feeling, hmm?"

Your smile fell as you huffed, deciding it was useless to keep up a happy persona around Alastor when he was so good at reading right through you," You could say that."

"What bothers you so, my dear?" He gave you a closed-eyed smile, tugging at your cheek like an annoying auntie would do," perhaps your favourite radio demon can be of service to you."

He earned a giggle from you as you waved his hand away amusedly, making his expression soften at the sound.

"You're the only radio demon I know." You raised a brow at him in amusement.

He nodded with an exageratted shrug," I wouldn't have it any other way, dear."

You smiled genuinely at him, feeling your worries already disappearing," parties suck." You answered his previous question.

"Aha!" His smile looked like a grimace and his fluffy ears flattened as if an unpleasant memory was reminded to him," agreed."

"They're gross."

"Tell me about it!"

"And the people in it make me want to kill myself. Again."

He snapped his fingers at you," I knew we had something in common! Well-said, cher, very well-said~!" He pressed a hand to his heart - as if he had one.

As you laughed, your tears dried up and you leaned back a little," as for you being of service?..." You trailed off, referring back to his earlier inquiry. A soft smile made its way to your lips," I think you've helped enough already, Al."

The red demon's posture seemed to stiffen but relax, his grin curving gently which was his way of softening it," Wonderful to hear, my dear."

He gave you a gentle pat to the shoulder and you had never felt so comforted in that moment.

▢ husk ꩜

Before even attending the party, he knew something was up with you. You weren't smiling as much on the way there, and you were jumpy at his comforting touches.

Even so, you insited that you wanted to spend time with everyone at the party despite his assurances that you could stay home.

When he found you crying in the bathroom, he froze in his spot before grumbling to himself and closing the door behind him, not before giving a growl and a deadly glare at the demon that was whining about needing a piss.

He led you gently from the ground to a standing position before settling you on the toilet seat.

The silence between you both was soft and comforting, hanging in the air like a gentle caress of wind.

He got down on his knees in front of you and began to wipe away at your tears, a deep frown settled on his face.

You only stared into his eyes with your glassy ones, bottom lip trembling," my makeup probably looks so fucking gross..." you sobbed.

Husk snorted," should be the least of your worries, doll." When you finally stopped crying he huffed and flicked your forehead," you have some serious FOMO." He grumbled out, an amused smirk on his fluffy face.

You sniffled and nodded, choking back more tears," I know."

"And you need to know when to stop if you're uncomfortable."

You nodded again," I know.."

His brows furrowed," and you still look pretty with your makeup running down your face." His reassurance was sweet and charming despite the disgruntled expression on his face.

A watery smile broke onto your lips,"... Thank you." You breathed out softly.

"Wanna get the fuck outta here? There's a nice bar I know a few blocks away we could drink at. Just the two of us."

You hummed," Sounds awesome."

▢ vox ᯤ

When he agreed to go to this stupid party for Val, he wasn't expecting to run into something like this.

His greatest enemy, you, was sat outside with your head in your hands as you sobbed and cursed to yourself.

To be honest he was torn between making fun of you or just taking advantage of the situation and killing you.

But there was that little voice in the back of his coding that screamed to comfort you.

He groaned and ran his hands down his face," fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life..." He muttered to himself as he walked over to you.

He stood behind you and watched as you paused to look up at him, face puffy and pathetic.

He grinned wryly at the sight," Holy shit you're an ugly crier." He stated without thinking.

Your wide eyes turned half-lidded as you turned your attention away from him," Go fuck yourself, Vox. I'm not in the mood for your whiny baby shit." You grumbled out.

"Hey, hey. Whiny baby is too far, sweetheart. Take the insults down a few notches, yeah?" He then sat down next to you," treating me like this when about to comfort you. The fuckin' nerve of you."

You gave him a deadly glare, growling," Vox, leave. I told you I'm not in the fucking m-" you were interrupted by being pulled into a sudden embrace, making you shut up immediately.

There was a long awkward silence as you were pulled into Vox's side in a side-hug.

Then you spoke with a small voice,"... what is this." Was more of a demand than a question.

"Comfort." Vox replied casually when he was fucking sweating buckets.

"........ huh...." you bit your lip as you felt tears sting at your eyes,"... alright."

You leaned into him unknowingly, making him gush a little to himself. Why the fuck was he being soft right now? He didn't know.

"You looked hot tonight. All dolled up." He gritted out.

"Yeah? Looked? Past-tense?"

He nodded," you look like a wet-rag now."

You snorted," fuck you, man." You grumbled, and leaned your head onto his shoulder," fuck, I'm pathetic..."

"Yeah. But it's okay." He replied as comfortingly as he could but it just came out awkwardly," y'know parties are supposed to be fun? Why are you crying?"

"I hate my life? Or lack thereof?"

He hummed with a nod," Fair enough." Then he smiled widely," guess we have one thing in common, huh?"

You looked up at him before you sent him a slightly amused smirk," do we?"

He cleared his throat at your expression and looked away quickly, blush on his screen,"I-I mean.. yeah. Fucking sucks down here. Literal shit hole." Then he shrugged, trying to brush off the stutter of his heart," but... but at least you're not like... alone or whatever the fuck."

You stared for a moment, eyes softening as you nodded in agreement,"... Yeah. At least there's that, huh?"

You leaned back into his embrace with less tension in your body as Vox began to relax alongside you.

▢ lucifer morningstar ⚝

He came to this party just to make a brief appearance for his daughter's celebration of the hotel being rebuilt to be honest.

But he took quick note of how you had left very suddenly, mumbling to him about needing to take a breather outside. He was worried, of course, but he just left you in your lonesome until he got worried when you didn't return for 20 minutes.

When he walked outside onto the balcony of the hotel his eyes widened in horror at the sigh of you sobbing to yourself.

"Oh shit you're crying okay ummm," He walked over to you quickly, playing with his fingers awkwardly," Honey is everything okay? Do...do you need a hug?"

"Shit... sorry..." you mumbled looking up at him ashamedly from the floor, smiling pathetically as tears trailed down your cheeks," I.. I'm sorry you have to see me like this..."

He frowned deeply, his nervousness subsiding as he crouched down in front of you," Don't apologise for something so silly." He mumbled, grabbing on your hand and gently squeezing," what's wrong? Is it something I can help with?"

His concern was incredibly sweet and touching, not something you would expect from the King of Hell.

But here he was comforting you like you were the most precious treasure to him. And you were... aside from Charlie, for obvious reasons.

You sniffled and felt your tears gathering again at his concern, you bottom lip trembling. At the sight, he frowned," Oh, love... oh honey..." He brought you into a hug, arms wrapping securely around you as he let his wings embrace you as well," I'm here now... always will be..."

You nodded against him as you just cried your heart out.

[rafesangelita]

♡ rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader reevaluate their living situation now that she’s carrying a little baby in her tummy.

warnings: babydaddy!rafe, pregnancy, soooo much fluff, crying (mostly happy tears! no worries), rafe is so reassuring :(

a/n: introducing rafe’s condo to my blog.. but tanneyhill will forever be my go-to :( also just a reminder: pogue!sweetheart!reader is only pregnant in this fic alone. meaning any other works i create with her are not correlated with this one UNLESS stated so <3 you could keep up with this little universe under the ‘₊˚⊹♡ babydaddy!rafe x pogue!sweetheart!reader’ tag on this post!

“why do you look so sad, baby?” rafe joined you outside, bringing you a cold glass of water as he urged you to sit down on his lap. you were growing teary-eyed again, your gaze falling on the pink and white camper in front of you. taking a small sip, rafe held onto the glass for you while you wiped at your tear stained cheeks. “it’s just,” you sniffled, “i know we can’t raise a baby here, but this little thing— it’s all i’ve ever known..” you rested your head on his shoulder, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. rafe studied you for a moment, stroking the side of your face.

“i’ve been meaning to talk about that actually,” rafe cleared his throat, “what if we didn’t go house hunting?” his words drew your attention, a hum falling from your lips. “and stay here? i would love that,” you shook your head, “but i know it’s for the best. we barely fit in there ourselves.” rafe laughed. “yeah, i know.. someone is always bumping their head when we have sex.” your cheeks heated as you slapped his arm playfully. “well to be fair, it was just me in there before you came along,” you sighed, “i can’t even imagine that now.” you pecked his cheek.

“at first, i thought maybe we could check out some houses on figure eight..” your eyes widened, your lips parting to reject his suggestion. “but,” rafe interjected, “i know that’s not really your scene.” he reassured you. “so i want to propose something else,” both of you looked at each other, “i’ve been working on this blueprint, m’thinking we just get our house built out here. you could design the kitchen however you want, whatever would be best for you and your baking, we can put the nursery together, do the whole thing y’know. go the whole nine yards.” you swallowed thickly, tears pricking your eyes.

“you have a blueprint?” you smiled, your vision becoming blurry as rafe nodded. “yeah, you wanna see?” you whispered a ‘yes, please!’ before he guided you inside. he reached for a spot you couldn’t reach in your cabinet, unraveling the blueprint in question. “see, right here? i thought you’d like the kitchen to have big window facing the backyard, oh, and right here!” he pointed a finger, “we could have shelves built into the walls for the baby’s room, we could even have a reading nook for bedtime stories..” your heart felt so full right now, you swore it could burst at the seams.

“what’s this empty space right here in the backyard?” you held up the paper, pointing to a spot where a little white heart was drawn. “..that would be where your camper goes.” your head shot in his direction, your eyebrows knitting in confusion. “what do you mean?” you put the blueprint down, turning around while he caged you between his arms. “i think we should build the house just right out front, you don’t have to move anything, relocate the camper, none of that. i could start getting the brush cleared out as soon as next week.” you blinked, your brain trying its best to piece everything together.

“you thought of all of this in the two weeks since we found out?” your hands snaked up his chest until your arms wrapped around his neck. rafe embraced you, his eyes shutting at the sweet scent of your perfume. “i told you, you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart. i’m taking care of everything.” you breathed him in, both of you rocking softly as the wind chimes sung outside in the light breeze. you two stayed in a comfortable silence, the image of watching the sunset together on the porch of your own house with a baby on your hip flooded both of your minds.

“it’s perfect.” you looked up at him, smiling when he pecked the tip of your nose. “the three of us, huh?” rafe loved the way that sounded rolling off of his tongue. “mhmm,” you let out a shaky breath, “the three of us.”

[urloveada]

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 || 𝐣𝐨𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠💌™

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: joe goldberg x f!reader

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𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: smut, p in v, edging, swearing, vibrator, ‘you belong to me’ vibes, dom/sub undertones; dom!joe, sub!reader. MDNI

𝓷/𝓪: not beta read, i apologize for any errors!! || my new bsf (🤫) has been dying for this fic; i really hope you enjoy!!

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You and Joe finally decided to go out on a date. You’ve both been so busy with work lately you haven’t gotten to spend much time together. Joe’s working full time; you're working part time, but unfortunately your schedules barely line up.

 

It was Joe’s idea to come to this restaurant; this was where you met. So, it’s quite sentimental to the both of you. which is a big reason why your boyfriend is eyeing you angrily as you flirt with the young waiter.

 

Now in your defence, you didn’t mean for the flirting to start; it just happened. He came to take your order but could not keep his eyes off you. Of course Joe noticed; he notices everything, especially when it comes to you. And out of the corner of your eye, you saw Joe clench his jaw in frustration, maybe even jealousy. So that’s when you decided to play along, for as long as Joe would let you, that is.

 

“Okay, your food will be ready in a few minutes. It might take a bit longer since we’re currently low staff.” The young waiter, whose name you learned is Elliot, tells you apologetically.

 

“It’s okay, baby; we aren’t in a rush,” you tell him kindly before he walks away, making sure you emphasize the word 'baby.'

 

Joe stares at you silently, trying to collect his thoughts before he speaks. “What are you doing?” The warning was clear: don’t do it again or you won’t like the consequences.

 

You stay silent, looking innocently at him, until he raises his eyebrows, indicating he’s expecting an answer.

 

“I’m just being polite; is that a problem?” You sass, crossing your arms over your chest.

 

“Oh, you do NOT get to flirt with the waiter than sass me. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Joe asks sternly, keeping eye contact with you as you try looking away.

 

“Oh my, God, Joe. It’s not that big of a deal. Why are you being such a—“

 

“Okay, we have one order of the grilled chicken, with salad on the side,” Elliot cuts you off, bringing your food over, “and one order of steak and baked potatoes.” He slides Joe his dinner.

 

“Can I get you anything else? a refill on your drinks maybe?” Elliot offers the both of you. Joe notices Elliot’s hand slightly brushing against your shoulder but doesn’t comment on it.

 

Joe shakes his head no.

 

“No thanks, darling,” you say, smiling at Elliott as he walks away to take other orders.

 

Joe is now looking at you furiously. “This is your last warning. Do it again, and we’re leaving; do you understand me?” Joe demands, grabbing your chin so you’re making eye contact.

 

You nod your head, but roll your eyes while trying to wriggle out of his grip.

 

“uh, uh. eyes up here. I said, Do you understand me?”

 

“Yeah, okay,” you nod your head. “I understand.”

 

Joe releases his grip and nods his head. “Now eat, please.”

 

_________

 

You and Joe eat your dinner peacefully, finally having the evening together Joe wanted. You are so close to finishing your meal without anymore distractions until Elliott comes over one last time to check on you.

 

“Is everything alright?” Elliot asks, sounding like he genuinely cares how your meal is.

 

“It was delicious, thank you,” you reply, setting the fork down and looking up at Elliot. “Wasn’t it good, Joe?" You turn to look at your boyfriend.

 

“Yes, it was. Thank you,” he says politely, despite how annoyed he is with Elliot.

 

“I’m glad to hear that!” Elliot replies happily, “Would you like me to get the bill now?” He asks, collecting your empty plates and utensils.

 

“Yes, love, that sounds wonderful,” you respond with the same level of enthusiasm.

 

Elliot leaves to get the bill, and you look over at Joe, not expecting to see him so angry.

 

“I have told you several times to knock it off. I am sick of you disrespecting me,” Joe says sternly.

 

He leans forward to whisper this last part so only you can hear.

 

“When we get home, you are being punished. I do not care how much you don’t want it; you will be punished for your actions, and that is final. Do you understand?”

 

You look at Joe bewildered. Sure, you wanted to push his buttons; angry sex is the best, is it not? but a punishment? That was something you didn’t expect.

 

"Yes, sir,” you respond sheepishly, “understood.”

 

_________

 

The drive home is silent, not even the sound of the radio going. You knew you were going to be in trouble, but not this much trouble.

 

I mean, really? a punishment?  

That’s not necessary. Of course you’d never say this to Joe; he would not approve of this mindset.

 

when you finally arrive home and Joe parks the car in the driveway. There’s a moment or two of silence while he tries collecting his thoughts.

 

He turns to you and grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look him in the eyes when he talks to you.

“When you go inside, I want you to strip completely and wait for me on the bed. I will be inside in a few minutes. Go.”

 

Joe releases his grip, and you scramble out of the car and inside the house, shutting the door behind you. You run up the stairs and go to your shared bedroom.

 

You strip off your clothes, put them in the laundry basket, and wait on the bed as Joe instructed.

 

You heard Joe walking up the stairs a few minutes after you sat down. He wasn’t stomping, which was a good sign.

 

Joe opened the door and looked to the bed, making sure you listened. “Finally learned how to listen, hm?” He teased, walking over to the bed to stand above you.

 

“Go get the vibrator,” Joe says sternly, pointing to the nightstand on the opposite side of you.

 

“Joe, please no,” you plead, making zero effort to do as you’re told.

 

“Now.”

 

You sigh and climb across the bed. opening the drawer aggressively and grabbing the vibrator. Sliding across the bed you had it to Joe, and once again start pleading.

 

“please, please! dont. I’ll be good, Joe.” You give him your best puppy eyes. “So good, I promise.”

 

His eyes soften slightly, and he rubs his thumb across your lips before leaning in and softly kissing them.

 

He pulls back and admires you for a moment before saying, “Lay down, on your back, spread your legs.”

 

You whine but obey him wordlessly, trying your best to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen.

 

“Good girl,” Joe turns on the vibrato to its slowest level and holds it between your legs.

 

You gasp and twitch at the sudden sensation between your legs but say nothing; instead, you grip the soft cotton sheets in order to hold still.

 

“Oh baby,” Joe coos, placing down the vibrator so it won’t move when he lets go. and sits down on a chair beside the bed. “This is only the beginning, and your already gasping and moaning?”

 

You glare at your boyfriend and begin to say something when your cut off by the vibration being turned up a level, using a remote Joe keeps with him.

 

“Joe,” you groan, struggling to keep still. You look over at your boyfriend to see him smiling at you, enjoying watching you struggle to keep your composure.

 

“hmm?” He hums, “What is it, baby?” Turning it up to the max speed, he asks, “Is something wrong?”

 

“Mmm, fuck,” you moan breathlessly, gripping at the sheets even harder.

 

“Use your words,” he tuts.

 

“Please, off,” you beg helplessly, “I'm going to come, please.”

 

“Uh, uh. No, your not.” Joe sits up and pushes the vibrator deeper, rubbing it up and down. “Only good girls get to come. Were you a good girl?”

 

You quickly shake your head no, hopeful that if you obey, you will get the reward of coming.

 

“No? No what, baby, use your words.” He says sternly but not coldly.

 

“No,” you groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. “No, I wasn’t a good girl.”

 

“No, you weren’t,” he agrees, stopping the movement of the vibrator and leaving it still once more. “What were you then? hmm?" joe prompts.

 

“Bad girl,” you answer, arching your back, trying to nonchalantly wiggle away from the vibrations.

 

“Yeah, you were a bad girl.” He notices your wiggles and once again moves the vibrator closer to your clit. “And do bad girls get to come?”

 

“No, they don't.” You give him your best ‘I’ll be a good girl’ eyes, but to no avail.

 

“No, they don’t. Does that mean you get to come?” he asks, finding pleasure in your constant gasps and moans.

 

“No.”

 

“No, you don’t.”

 

You gasp loudly, “Joe, I’m going to come. I can't fight it anymore.” You carefully grind on the vibrator, trying to bring yourself to the orgasm you so badly need.

 

Joe quickly puts an end to that nonsense by taking the vibrator away. “Oh, baby, wrong decision.”

 

Joe waits a few minutes to let you come down from your almost orgasm, then puts the vibrator right back between your thighs.

 

“Oh,” you gasp, gripping at Joe's wrists, your nails digging into his skin. “Please stop. I’ll be good, I promise,” you beg. At this point, you’re willing pretty much anything to get him to stop.

 

“yeah? you have?" He gently removes your nails from digging into him.

 

“Yes! Oh, God, yes.” you all but yell. “I’ll never, ever flirt with someone else again.”

 

“Yeah, I know you won’t,” he agrees, unbuckling his pants and pulling them off.

 

You watch Joe strip, just now noticing how hard he is. Joe pulls down his boxers, and his dick springs out.

 

Joe climbs on the bed with you and removes the vibrator. “Show me how much of a good girl you can be.”

 

You eagerly climb on Joe's lap and position yourself on his cock. Joe slides inside you easily.

 

“Hmm, so wet for me, yeah?” Joe teases, kissing your neck.

 

“Yes,” you reply, turning your neck to the side so he has better access, as you begin to rock back and forth on Joe.

 

He flips you over your laying underneath him while he starts pounding into your dripping wet pussy.

 

You whimper and dig your nails into Joe's back. “Joe,” you pant, “don’t stop, I’m close.”

 

He continues pounding you. “No one will ever make you feel this good,” he whispers in your ear. “Look at you, so needy for me.” He kisses your lips rather aggressively, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

 

You moan in pleasure and run hand through Joe's hair, tugging on it, so his face is closer to yours.

 

You pull back from the kiss to moan out, “Joe, I’m going to come.” He continues, not slowing down his pace.

 

“Come for me, baby, that’s it. good girl,” he praises as you finish.

 

Joe comes shortly after and pulls out. You both flop on your backs, trying to catch your breath. After a minute or so, Joe turns to you. “I meant what I said. No one will make you feel as good as I do.”

 

You nod in agreement, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. “I know,”

 

Joe pulls you close; you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes.

 

“You’re mine; you got that?”

 

“Mhmm,” you hum. “Believe me, I won’t forget.”

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[venusalexian]

solet • everything under control

barça femení x teen!reader in which the younger players are worried about a B team player and they make it Alexia’s problem, and you learn that maybe letting people care for you isn’t that bad

When Alexia finishes training, she’s looking forward to quickly showering and rushing home, where her newly-arrived-from-a-work-trip girlfriend and leftovers from dinner at her mami’s house the night before are waiting for her. Her plans are quickly derailed when she enters the locker room. In a corner, a group of the youngest members of the team are huddled, rapidly speaking over each other with concerned expressions. Yeah, she’d definitely have to do damage control before making it home.

Surprisingly, she does not even have to force one of them to confess to whatever mess they had got themselves into this time. Vicky, Jana, Kika and Sydney approach her themselves before she can move to their side.

“Hey Capi, do you have a minute?” Okay, now she really is worried. If Vicky is approaching her so bashfully, something must be really wrong.

“Always. What have you all done now?”

“Nothing! Honestly Ale, so rude to make that assumption.” Jana responds, exasperatedly.

“Okay, let’s focus here, please” redirects Kika quickly.

Alexia waits for one of them to continue, but they all seem suddenly nervous and out of words.

Unexpectedly, it is Sydney, the youngest and shiest of the group, who breaks the silence.

“Do you remember the 15-year-old girl from the B team? She was in the group that joined training on Saturday.” Alexia nods. Of course she does. After their Supercopa win, they had decided to have a joint training with the B team, looking to source for up-and-coming talents. At just a couple months away from turning 16, you had amazed her. You had a great eye for plays, reading the game perfect and providing key pass after key pass. A perfect midfielder, only still slightly too young to transition into the first team. She does not understand why her teammates are bringing you up now, though.

“Well, the girls got worried because she wasn’t there when they came to see our game this weekend.” Sydney continues. “And I told them that she has been more distracted lately and showing up late to training. Our coaching team is more angry than concerned and we all think something is going on but we have no idea what to do.”

“So, um, we were thinking you could use your position as captain to try to find out more from the club? Please, Ale?” Jana finishes Sydney’s speech.

Alexia loves to see that you have already made a mark on the other players, and she feels so proud that they are looking after a younger player like she does for them.

“Okay.” Alexia sighs. “I’m not sure how much I can do, but I’ll keep an eye on it and ask some questions. Now, all of you a la ducha. C’mon kids, you stink!” The younger players roll their eyes at Alexia’s remark, but smile at her promise. They know she means it.

When Saturday comes along, you are surprised to find so many first team players at your match, including all four captains. It makes you even more nervous for today’s game. You had left your home after making sure your grandparents were set for the day and the neighbor was staying around to keep an eye on them. You do not wanna disappoint your team for a second week straight. And you know that another absence would get you benched. You had fought hard for your starting spot during the past year, having to prove yourself twice as much due to your age. You couldn’t give it up now.

You stretch with your team try to ignore the presence of the older players. Once the game starts, though, it is just you and the game. You tune out the yelling from the stands, your worry for your grandparents and your exhaustion after your abuelo’s surgery last week had meant a couple nights of sleeping in uncomfortable hospital chairs and getting up extra early to go to school.

It is a great match, especially for you. Two goals and an assistance later, you are beaming as they declare you player of the game. You are so relieved that such a good performance would quiet the concerns over your commitment to the club in the last couple of weeks.

You rush to the locker room, wanting to make it home as soon as possible and help your grandparents with their evening routine. But before you can run out the grounds to catch the train, you feel a hand tapping your back. Sydney, one of the kindest members of your team, is smiling at you. You also really admire her and the work she had been doing with the first team.

”Hey, congrats on the goals and thanks for the assist! The girls from the first team were telling me to bring you over. You made a mark during the joint training and they wanna congratulate you too. Wanna come?” You cannot believe what you are hearing. You forget all about the train you’re supposed to catch and nod enthusiastically. “Ye-yeah, let’s go!”

She smiles at you and pushes you towards the exit. The girls are waiting around in the parking lot. Vicky and Jana are the first to approach you, as you had attached yourself more to them during the training due to your closer ages. The rest come behind them, and you try not to blush when the older players congratulate you. You probably fail. The conversation moves from talking about your game to their future duels.

By the time you realise, an hour has gone by and the chances of you making it on time for dinner are slim. Your realization must have shown in your face, as Alexia touches your arm and frowns at your expression. “All good?”

“Yeah, I just…” You are unsure whether to share your concern, why would she care? But something in the kindness she has shown during the conversation, asking for your input and making sure you felt integrated, and the openness in her expression when she asks, moves you to respond. “I was supposed to be home already, and I’m not sure when the next train that reaches my town passes.” You worry at your lip.

“Would it be okay if I drive you then? It’ll be faster.” You’re shocked at her offer.

“Ye-yeah, that would be great.”

“Good, I wouldn’t want your parents to worry.” You’re both too busy saying your goodbyes to realize your smile has faltered and the pointed glances that Alexia is receiving.

The drive to your home is mostly silent after you give Alexia your address. She is shocked at how far away from the city it is, and you’re uncomfortable at her realization of how much time you spend commuting to training using public transport. The silence is not necessarily awkward though. The soft radio music and the constant thrum of the car settle you into a warm comfort. You feel cared for by an adult, instead of being worried about them, for the first team in a while. Alexia breaks the silence mid-way though.

“What happened last weekend? You weren’t there.” She flinches at her own tactlessness, but isn’t willing to let it go.

You squirm, not sure how much you’re comfortable sharing. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry like this, you barely know me. The girls were worried though, so I asked your coaching team and they also didn’t know. Is everything okay?” It takes you a bit to take in her words. You feel warmth at the girls’ concern, but uncomfortable at the idea of people talking about you and trying to pry about your life. You’re used to doing everything yourself, and having other people involved is weird. Still, the kindness and concern are obvious in her voice and expression, so you decide to give a bit of information in the hopes that she will understand and leave it behind.

“Just some family things. All good though, it’s solved and I’m 110% committed to the team.”

“I never thought you weren’t. Just wanted to make sure you’ve got the support you need.” That leaves you silent again. You do, right? You don’t want to worry anyone because you don’t need it. You’ve got everything under control and things are okay.

“I do! Yeah.”

“Good, good.”

You return to silence for the rest of the drive, but both of you are stuck in the other's words.

When the car comes to a stop outside your home, you’re turning around to thank Alexia for the ride but she’s opening her own door and walking towards your door. The sight spurs you o, and you run to the door to reach her before she has a chance to ring the bell.

“You don’t have to come in!” Alexia raises an eyebrow.

“Thank you for driving me, it was so nice of you but I’m all good to go from here.” You quickly add. She frowns, and looks ready to contradict you but your conversation is interrupted by the door opening.

“Good, you’re here! I heard the car coming and was unsure but I’m glad you got someone to drive you instead of catching the train so late, mi vida.” Your grandma is smiling at you from the door, and you forget about your conversation with Alexia in favor of hugging her. When you, after a few seconds, come out of the hug, Alexia’s eyes are back to a soft expression.

“Both of you, in you go! Dinner is at the table ready.”

“Uh… Grandma, this is…”

“Oh, mi vida. I know perfectly well who she is considering how much you talk about her and her career.”

You’ve already blushed a lot today, but now surely you must be the reddest so far. Alexia practically coos at the statement, proud to be a good role model for young players like you, but she’s reluctant to take your grandma’s offer.

“Thank you for the invitation but I would not want to impose on your dinner.”

“Nonsense. It’ll take too long for you to get back to the city. Stay. Dinner is with your team’s rules on diet for mi nieta so I’m sure it’s suitable for you too.”

Alexia seems to be weighing her options. She doesn’t want to impose but she does want to get a better understanding of your situation so she can give a calming response to the girls.

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

As you all walk toward the living room, your grandma must notice your inquisitive looks and reluctance to ask.

“He’s all good, mi vida. We both had dinner an hour ago, and the neighbor came by to help me get him ready for bed. He’s sleeping now, don’t you worry.” You still feel guilty. You should have been here to help make dinner and make sure they took their meds and get them ready for bed.

“Now sit, both of you. I set another plate when I saw you came accompanied by car. I am gonna go to bed myself now. You both have a good night. And a safe trip back home for you Alexia.”

As she takes her leave up the stairs, the room is left silent until Alexia breaks it.

“Alright kid, let’s have dinner then.”

You’re on auto-pilot as you sit down at the table and start to eat, your mind still stuck on all the things you hadn’t been here for.

“So, are your parents out of town for the night?” You swallow audibly. You don’t like to talk about this, but you know she won’t let it go.

“No, um, no. It’s just us three.” You avoid her gaze, not wanting to see the usual look of pity you receive.

“Oh, I’m sorry, that sucks.” You can tell she’s flinching.

“It’s always been the three of us. I was a baby when they passed.” You shrug.

You dare look at her, and her expression surprises you. There’s still the pity you hate, but there’s also an understanding. Right, her dad. Your circumstances might be different, but she does know loss.

“So, um, you help around a lot then?”

“Ye-yeah.” You don’t want her to doubt your commitment to the club though. “But I make it work! I have a good grasp on my schedule and great discipline.”

“I don’t doubt it, you’re such a solet.” (good kid, but also literally little sun)

She smiles so kindly at you it overwhelms you. The conversation shifts to lighter topics, about your play style, both of your future games and even sharing small glimpses of each other’s lives. When you're done, she helps you clean up the table and dishes, it only takes a few minutes with her help.

“I’m gonna go home now, I don’t want my girlfriend to wait until late for me. Please tell your grandma thank you for the meal, it was delicious, and that you have a beautiful home.”

“Yeah, of course.” You smile easily now, her presence comforting.

“And you… you’re doing well. Believe it. But please also let yourself seek help when you need it. You’re not alone. Rely on your team and your coaches. You’re just a kid, let the adults take care of you, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes, thank you again for driving me home.” You weren’t sure how much you could let go of the tight control you held in your life, but it felt nice to be told that you weren’t alone.

“Of course, my pleasure. I am happy to help. I’ll see you soon, yeah, solet?” 

And as you watch her drive out of your driveway, you cannot imagine how true that is.

~~~~~ an:

yay! thank you for reading!

first work uploaded. kinda nervous to get this out there but excited to start sharing my work. (please be nice to me)

I already have some ideas for this universe but I’ll be super happy to receive requests and asks about it, or any other universes you’d like to see from me :))

xoxo, a.c.

part 2 now up!

[xichilie]

Mydei x (fem) reader x Phainon

Taking care of them while their drunk

The lively atmosphere of the tavern was beginning to die down as the night stretched on. Most patrons had already stumbled home, but two familiar figures remained seated at a corner table, both looking far too pleased with themselves.

Y/N stood nearby with her arms crossed, watching the unfolding disaster with exasperation.

“You two are unbelievable.”

Phainon grinned, raising his empty mug in triumph. “Unbelievably strong, you mean!” He hiccuped. “I told you, Mydei, you can’t outdrink me. I am victorious!”

Mydei, slumped slightly over the table, lifted his head with a scoff. His normally sharp gaze was unfocused, and his face was faintly flushed. “You’re not victorious… You’re just… full of hot air.”

Phainon gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “How dare you.”

Y/N let out a tired sigh. “Alright, that’s enough. We’re leaving.”

Mydei groaned, pressing his forehead against the wooden surface. “Too… heavy.”

Phainon waved a hand. “Let him sleep here. I’ll stay and protect his honor.”

Y/N grabbed both of their arms, hoisting them up. “Neither of you are staying here. I am not dealing with the consequences of leaving you in a tavern overnight.”

Phainon blinked down at her, swaying slightly. “You’re… so small.” Then, as if coming to an epiphany, he turned to Mydei. “Why is she so small?”

Mydei, still clearly drunk, squinted at Y/N like he was trying to solve a complex puzzle. “She’s not small… We’re just too big.”

Phainon gasped again, as if this was the greatest revelation of the night. “That makes so much sense.”

Y/N rubbed her temples. “I swear, I’m going to throw you both into a ditch.”

With great effort, she managed to haul both of them up, throwing one of their arms over her shoulders. It wasn’t easy considering how tall and broad they were, but sheer determination (and irritation) kept her moving.

As they stumbled toward the exit, Phainon suddenly perked up. “Wait, wait, wait—should we go on an adventure?”

Y/N didn’t even hesitate. “No.”

“But Y/N,” Phainon whined, “imagine it! We, the great warriors, on a secret mission in the dead of night—”

“We are on a mission,” she interrupted. “The mission is getting you two to bed before you do something stupid.”

Phainon pouted but allowed himself to be led outside. Mydei, on the other hand, was muttering under his breath. Y/N turned slightly. “What?”

“…I could carry you home,” Mydei slurred, half-lidded eyes glancing at her. “It’d be easier than this.”

Y/N scoffed. “You can barely stand.”

Mydei frowned as if that was a personal attack.

They made their way down the cobblestone streets, Y/N practically dragging them along. Phainon, despite his drunken state, seemed to be enjoying himself, humming a tune and swinging their arms like a child.

At one point, he gasped dramatically. “Y/N!”

She nearly tripped. “What?”

“I have an idea.”

She braced herself. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“But it’s a great idea.”

“No, it’s not.”

Phainon leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “What if… I climbed on Mydei’s shoulders? And then you climbed on mine? We’d be unstoppable.”

Y/N deadpanned. “That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Mydei, however, seemed to be considering it. “Hmph… We would be taller…”

Y/N groaned. “No one is climbing anyone! Now, walk.”

Finally, they reached her home. With a final burst of strength, Y/N shoved them inside, slamming the door behind them. Mydei flopped onto the couch like a ragdoll, arms hanging limply. Phainon, on the other hand, latched onto Y/N the moment she let go of him.

“You’re so nice,” he mumbled against her shoulder.

Y/N rolled her eyes, prying him off. “Sit down. Both of you.”

Phainon pouted but obeyed, sinking onto the couch beside Mydei, who had his head tilted back with his eyes closed. Y/N hurried to grab some water, handing each of them a cup.

“Drink. You’ll regret it in the morning if you don’t.”

Phainon took a sip before setting the cup aside and throwing himself sideways—right into Y/N’s lap.

She froze.

“Ah, perfect,” Phainon murmured, closing his eyes. “You’re soft.”

Mydei’s eyes snapped open.

There was a tense silence before Mydei reached forward, grabbed Phainon by the collar, and yanked him back.

“Oi.” His voice was low. “Get off her.”

Phainon blinked at him. “But she’s comfy.”

Mydei narrowed his eyes before, to Y/N’s complete and utter disbelief, he leaned over and rested his head against her shoulder.

Y/N stared down at him, stunned. “What are you doing?”

Mydei muttered something incomprehensible, arms loosely crossing over his chest as he settled against her.

Phainon let out an exaggerated gasp. “Are you stealing my spot?”

“I’m reclaiming what’s mine,” Mydei muttered.

Phainon squinted at him before throwing himself at Y/N’s other side. “Fine, I’ll just share.”

Y/N sighed.

She was now sandwiched between two ridiculously strong and clingy warriors, both of them completely unapologetic about it. Phainon had draped an arm over her, and Mydei, while more reserved, refused to move from his position.

“This is going to be a long night” she muttered.

Mydei hummed sleepily. “Mm… you’ll get over it.”

Phainon chuckled. “You love us.”

Y/N sighed, but a small smile played at her lips. “Yeah, yeah.”

They would absolutely regret this in the morning, but for now, she let them have their moment.

Y/N sighed as she glanced down at the two men leaning against her, Phainon snuggled up on one side while Mydei rested against her shoulder on the other. Their breathing had evened out slightly, though the weight of both of them was starting to make her shoulders ache.

She huffed, shaking her head with a fond smile. “What am I going to do with you two?”

Her fingers moved almost instinctively, gently threading through their hair. Phainon let out a pleased hum, nuzzling into her touch, while Mydei barely reacted, though the tension in his shoulders loosened ever so slightly.

Y/N chuckled softly. “Big warriors, huh? You’re acting like children.”

After a few minutes of letting them relax, she shifted, earning a grumble from Phainon as he instinctively tightened his hold on her. Mydei, too, frowned slightly but didn’t protest when she carefully slid out from between them.

“Alright, come on,” she said, tugging at their arms. “You can’t sleep here. Let’s get you to bed.”

Phainon groaned dramatically, flopping backward. “But I don’t wanna moooove.”

Mydei muttered something under his breath, rubbing his face. “Tired.”

“I know,” Y/N said patiently, “but you’ll be more comfortable in an actual bed. Now come on.”

She managed to get Phainon up first, draping his arm over her shoulder and guiding him toward the guest room. He stumbled a bit but followed, half-asleep already. Once she sat him down on the bed, she turned back for Mydei, who was still sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Mydei,” she called gently.

He muttered something incoherent but made no move to get up.

Sighing, Y/N walked over and reached for his hand, tugging lightly. “Come on, let’s go.”

He exhaled deeply before finally standing, allowing her to lead him to the room as well.

Once she got them both onto the bed, she pulled the blankets over them, tucking them in. Phainon sighed in contentment, rolling onto his side, while Mydei simply let his eyes close, seemingly too exhausted to protest.

Y/N shook her head with a soft smile. “Sleep well, you idiots.”

As she turned to leave, a drowsy voice mumbled, “Thanks… Y/N.”

She glanced back to see Mydei barely peeking at her through heavy lids. Phainon, too, gave a sleepy grin.

She chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t throw up in the morning.”

With that, she left them to their well-earned rest, already bracing herself for the chaos they would bring when they woke up.

The next morning, Y/N woke up early, feeling well-rested despite the chaos of the previous night. She stretched, made herself a cup of tea, and relished the peaceful silence. But as she recalled how she'd had to practically babysit Mydei and Phainon, she smirked to herself. Those two were going to wake up with a killer headache—and, if things had gone the way she suspected, a bit of an unexpected surprise.

She peeked into the guest room, her suspicions confirmed.

There, tangled up in the blankets, were Mydei and Phainon—cuddling.

Phainon had somehow managed to throw a leg over Mydei, while Mydei’s arm was wrapped around Phainon’s waist as if holding him close for warmth. Their faces were almost comically peaceful, completely unaware of the position they had ended up in.

Y/N pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle her laugh, but it was no use. A snort escaped, followed by a full-blown giggle.

As if on cue, Mydei stirred, blinking blearily. His body shifted slightly, and it took a few seconds before realization hit him. His arm was around something. Something warm.

Slowly, he turned his head—only to be met with Phainon’s very smug, half-awake grin.

“Morning, sunshine,” Phainon drawled, still groggy.

There was a moment of silence.

Then—

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Mydei practically launched himself off the bed, tumbling onto the floor in a mess of sheets and limbs. Phainon cackled, stretching out as if this was the best wake-up he could’ve asked for.

“You looked so peaceful,” Phainon teased, propping his head on his hand. “Did I keep you warm all night?”

“You—!” Mydei's face was red, and Y/N was full-on laughing now.

“Oh, this is the best thing I’ve ever seen,” she wheezed. “I should’ve taken a picture.”

“You should have!” Phainon agreed, grinning. “Memory of a lifetime.”

Mydei, still flustered beyond belief, groaned and buried his face in his hands. “I’m never drinking with you again.”

Y/N, still chuckling, crossed her arms. “Oh, I don’t know. It was pretty entertaining.”

Phainon stretched lazily. “You hear that, Mydei? We should do this more often.”

Mydei’s glare could’ve burned a hole through him.

Y/N just smiled. “Breakfast, anyone?”

She walked off, still laughing to herself, while Mydei sat in silent regret and Phainon basked in the victory of the most hilarious morning yet.