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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 1 year

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What if the reader has been bugging Craig to trim his facial hair and he finally says that if she wants it done, she has to do it. So they go into the bathroom and she makes him sit down so she can reach his face (activate size kink). She straddles his lap to trim his beard and when she's done he ends up playfully picking her up and manhandling her into the shower (no points for guessing where I got that from 😏).

Viking

Summary: That monstrosity of a beard has to go!!

Pairing: Craig Cody x fem!Reader

Word Count: -1.7k

Content Warnings: Domestic Smut 18+!, Mentions Of Covid-Lockdowns (Ugh..), Pet Names, Sloppy Shower Sex, Unprotected P In V, Creampie

A/N: This request has been collecting dust in my inbox for over a year now… Gemma, I’m so so so sorry but still: SURPRISE!!! (Please no one talk to me about Ben’s current short haircut, okay?! I’m still in active denial about it…)

I'm low-key embarrassed to post this bcs I'm so terribly rusty crusty in writing Craig...

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Out of the corner of your eye, you shot Craig next to you a glance. Both of you were busy brushing your teeth and the only sound present was the scrubbing of plastic bristles between your jaws.

“What?” He huffed, pausing in his movement for a moment whilst meeting your assessing gaze.

“Your beard.” You stated bluntly, pulling the toothbrush from your mouth, ready to spit the amalgamation of liquified toothpaste and saliva into the sink below.

“What’s with that?” His eyebrows knit together in a slight wave of confusion as he watched you emptying your mouth before flushing it with a cap of mouthwash right after.

“It’s…uhm, it’s kinda grown a bit, don’t you think?” You turned your head to look at him again, dollops of frothed-up, minty toothpaste splattered all throughout that hairy monstrosity covering the lower half of his face.

“And?” Craig pushed, still not really getting the notion of what you were on about.

“It looks dirty…it’s giving a little homeless, Craig.” A grin formed around your lips as you watched his facial expression render into a small pout.

Following you, he cleared his mouth from the toothpaste and placed the brush back into a cup, where it awaited its next use right next to yours.

“Just a little homeless, yeah?” Craig playfully nudged your side with his elbow.

“No actually, it’s giving full-on caveman style… Viking wildman unkempt.” It fell from your mouth in a chuckle although you meant every word of it.

“Uh-huh..”, He gathered some water from the faucet in the curved palm of his broad hand to wash the leftover toothpaste residue out of his beard, “And you are so incredibly bothered by that, yeah? Am I getting that right?”

With a soft smile ghosting over his lips, Craig cocked an eyebrow at you whilst still leaning over the sink, droplets of water cascading through the scruffy mess of chestnut-brown facial hair.

“Yes, in fact, you are getting that right.” You stated, reciprocating that little pout and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Well, if you feel so unspeakably distressed by the pure manliness in my face you better be the one to trim it because I, for sure, won’t.” He shut the faucet off, throwing you a teasing glance.

“Be my guest, Craig!”, He didn’t need to hand you that invitation twice, “Let me grab them scissors while you sit down right here.”

You pointed your head toward the wide edge of the bathtub behind you before you leaned down to fish for a pair of barber-grade scissors from the drawer below the sink. On occasion, you used them to cut your own hair, a little thing you’d taught yourself during the seemingly endless lockdowns not so long ago.

“Okay, okay, Miss Beard-Police.” In an amicable mocking manner, Craig threw his hands up a little whilst walking past you to take a seat on the edge of the bathtub.

Even in a sitting posture, Craig was tall. Stupidly tall as you liked to call it at times. His broad shoulders easily cupped your frame when he hugged you and getting on your toes for a kiss barely helped.

“Don’t be such a pussy about it, Craig, it just needs a good trim and some shape to it. It’s not like I wanna cut it all off.” You stated in a gentle chuckle, your brows furrowing at the thought of where to start with this eyesore.

“I’m not a pussy about it.”, He taunted you playfully, “May I remind you that you never, not once complained about this piece of art in my face when you sat on it, huh?”

“Uh…hearsay! Dismissed!” You shot right back, leaning in to twirl the chin section of his beard together to separate it from the rest.

“Pfft, dismissed…” Craig scoffed in amusement, rolling his eyes a little as he watched you doing your work.

As soon as the middle part was sectioned off, you trimmed the outer sides first for a good few parts, cut-off bristles raining down all over his chest and collarbone.

“Oh no…that feels like a lot..” He sighed play-pretend melodramatically, letting his shoulders hang loose.

“You sound like me at the hairdresser’s…pussy.” It rolled over your tongue in a quiet cackle.

“Daring today are we, hm?” Craig arched his brows at you whilst you straightened the middle part out again to match it in its length and form, acknowledging how much he treasured that grown-out goatee situation.

“Oh, are we feeling a lil’ triggered by your woman being in the right here, huh?” You pushed it further, administering some final snips to bring the whole thing together.

“There we go. All done and presentable again.” Satisfied with your work, you took a step back and placed the scissors on the sink.

With an uncertain expression on his face, Craig got up from the edge of the bathtub to take a look at himself in the mirror. For a moment, he studied his face, taking in the freshly cut and finely shaped form of his beard.

“It’s…hmhmm, it’s not too bad.” He concluded after a moment, turning his head towards you again.

“See?” You nodded in agreement.

“But now…”, Craig started out before taking a wide step towards you to simply pick you from the tiles underneath your bare feet, “I got all those flimsy, cut-off hairs on me and that calls for a shower now, no?”

A halfway laughed-out shriek fell from your lips as you recognized his buff arms raising you off the floor, heaving you right into the tub before he stepped in himself.

“Come here..” He pulled you right under the showerhead with him, opening up the faucet for a stream of comfortably cool water to wash over your bodies.

Although the days neared the end of summer, the humid Californian heat was still rather unbearable hence the cold wetness running over your skin came as a welcome refreshment. You sighed out in relief before you felt Craig’s lips latching onto yours in a hungry kiss.

With eyes closed, you reciprocated it, allowing him to pull you even closer into his tall statue.

“Was kinda hard to sit still with you all naked in front of me, babe..” He groaned into your mouth, his hands wandering down your back to trace the curve of your behind with his fingertips.

“Oh, poor boy…” You chuckled back, a quiet moan escaping from your lips as you felt his palms cupping your ass.

“It’s time for payback, hun.” Craig warned you before he tightened his grasp around your thighs, hoisting your legs up to wrap around his waist like it was nothing.

“Is that so?” You aimed to mock him a little, but instead, you nearly choked on your own words as Craig rocked his waist into your lap, letting you sink down on his hard-on inch by inch.

“Fuck…” You mewled out, hiding your face in his chest whilst your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails drilling into his skin.

You felt Craig’s cock drilling into you slowly, spreading you open to accommodate his size until he was filling you all up to the brim. No matter how many times you’d already experienced this sensation, it still sent a shiver of goosebumps all over your body.

“Not so bratty anymore now, huh?” Craig groaned, his lips brushing over your forehead before he started thrusting into you under the stream of water.

“J-just because I called you out as a pussy?” You murmured into the skin of his chest, trying to catch the breaths that he was set on knocking out of your lungs.

“Yeah..”, He huffed back, rolling his hips against your crotch in a firm pace, “Exactly because of that, missy.”

Your brain rattled, the gears inside turning, trying to come up with some sort of snarky remark but every stroke of his girth against your insides rendered you plain dumb on his cock, leaving you to whine and mewl into the curve of his neck. You sensed your brain converting into a big pile of fucked-out mush and you didn’t resist. With all your senses trained inwards to savor every thrust of his, you felt that tell-tale coil in your lower abdomen tightening up, getting ready to simply snap with the next, well-angled roll of his hips against yours.

“Oh, so needy all of a sudden…” Craig cooed into the crown of your head, still holding you close to his body whilst feeling your cunt clenching down around his cock in irregular contractions indicating your rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Hmhm…” You haphazardly managed to moan out as your whole body turned rigid, your legs clasping around his hips as the first waves of your climax rippled through your system.

Nerve endings set ablaze, the sensation went straight to your brain, leaving it short-circuiting for a blissful split second and wiping every leftover thought from your mind. For all you knew, Craig fucked you right through your climax, your contracting and pulsing cunt pulling him in deeper until he spilled his load deep inside of you with one last deep rut into you.

“Goddamnit, fuck…” It rolled over his tongue in a guttural groan drawn right from the depths of his lungs before he pulled out of you, placing your shaky legs back into the tub as gently as his trembling arms allowed him to.

The mixture of your own arousal, his cum and the water from the shower head above trickled down between your thighs in a tacky avalanche only to vanish down the drain seconds later.

Whilst taking a few, much-needed deep breaths, you looked at each other with a stupidly wide grin smiling.

“Maybe…”; Craig muttered through the wash of water, “Maybe I should let you cut my beard more often.”

#tam rambles #craig cody #animal kingdom fanfic #animal kingdom tnt #craig cody x reader #craig cody × you #craig cody smut #ben robson

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tklyandbloody · 5 months

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alright, since being a writer, bored, an insomniac, and in an increasingly complex lee mood is one h.e.l.l. of a multi-combination for me, then i decided to make it this blog and the unfortunate people who find this’s problem, so here you go. the situation that my dumb lee mood is begging for so badly, but my brain just wants to forget about: under the cut.

“you know, i think i finally figured out why any time you’re just chilling standing somewhere and you’re not showing off your lazy american-ness by leaning on everything and anything-“ he started before being cut off by an annoyed “hey!-“ from them. “shush, i’m not done. anyways, whenever you’re not doing that, i know why you do that other thing!” he said excitedly, only to be responded to in confusion by them. “what ‘other thing’?” “oh, so glad you asked! you know that thing where you have your arms behind your back like a soldier since you said you thought it was so, and i quote, ‘it looks so gender’?” he said, faking their voice very poorly for the last part, but thankfully they didn’t seem to mind too much. “yeah, what of it?- it does look so gender, that’s why i do it, dummy.” they said, only to get a ‘be nice’ poke in the side that shut them up quick. “language, and sure, but i think i know the actual reason why though!” he said as he began flapping his hands in the air happily, only for it to be the completely opposite of their reaction. “that isn’t-?” they deadpanned. “yes, that isn’t because of the other thing.” he said as he began walking circles around where they were sat down. “okay, so what do you think i actually do it for, then?” they said as they tried their best to keep a consistent eye on him, in case he would try any funny business. “another astounding question, my fine fellow!-“ he said as he stopped right in front of them, a sparkle in his eyes as he spoke. “british.” of course they had to ruin it. “shut up, and let me say it.” he reprimanded as he gave another warning ‘be nice’ poke, but this time to their ribs. “fine, fine, go ahead; why do i really do it, in your thought process?” they said with a roll of their eyes as a small blush began to crawl up their cheeks from the consistent but not constant pokes ‘of correction’, as he had put it multiple times. “because of how badly ticklish your back is!- you’re just trying to protect it, grab any attacker’s hand before it can even actually touch your back, right?” he said as he went back to circling around them, which had originally already been a bit unnerving, but now that he had said that, it was even worse. “wha- no!- th-that’s not even close, i don’t even have a, uhm, you know-“ they tried to defend as their blush got much worse and they became a lot more jittery, but they were still sat right where he had sat and bound their hands behind their back at; and worst of all, they couldn’t even say the word he was teasing them with!- “a ticklish back?” he added with a smug smirk as he stopped right behind them. “yeah, that-“ they stuttered out as they tried and failed to turn their head ‘round to look at him “huh, well i beg to differ!” he said as he swiped a finger quickly up their defenseless back, earning a sharp yip of surprise from them. “real shame that it doesn’t help you any right now, especially if i just-“ he said trailing off as he hovered little ‘tickly claws’, of which he patent-pended just now, just barely over their oh-so-tender shoulder blades, letting the anticipation of the moment set in and rile them up a bit, before quickly digging in and!-…

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sorry if i accidentally messed up the pronouns or something, this was just a quick thing i did on impulse before i head to bed, so- anyways, have a great day/night, bye!

#back tickles #tickle blog #tickle scenarios #tickle content #tickle thoughts #idk what im doing #sfw tickling community #sfw interaction only

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hearts401 · 11 months

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Just Like They Say it in the Song

2,693 words Based on the mergeband au by @viarayy01-blog Basically, the band has their first big gig and a few things go wrong!!

“Our first real gig! Isn’t this incredible?” Charlie exclaimed.

“Yes, yes, incredible, now get ready, Charlie,” William replied calmly, “your show is in less than 8 hours and we need everything to be perfect.”

Charlie elbowed him, “Oh, come on, don’t you get excited about anything?”

“He’s incredibly excited,” Henry assured her, walking into the room with her guitar, “He just doesn’t wanna say it out loud. Now, why don’t you go get ready, the others are waiting.”

“Thanks dad!” She says, giving him a smile before running out of the room.

She found Elizabeth on the porch, while Michael was tuning his guitar, again. He seemed to always be messing with it.

She plopped down beside him, “What’s up with it this time?” She asked, nudging him.

Michael mumbled something, pulling his guitar closer to him.

“...What did you do?” She asked again, slightly more concerned this time.

“I… snapped one of the strings.”

She stared at him.

“8 hours. Before our show,” she said slowly.

He hugged his guitar, “yep.”

She stood up, “Okay, we can fix that, okay.”

“Oh also Lizzie’s skates broke.”

“...”

“And Evan’s freaking out in his old room.”

“...”

“And Cassidy still isn’t here.”

“...”

Okay. Okay. One thing at a time.

“You and Liz go get your stuff fixed, I’m gonna go talk to Evan and call Cassidy.”

Mike shrugs, “Sounds good to me. Liz! Come here!” He called, running up to his sister while Charlie ran into the house and headed upstairs.

Charlie found Evan right where Mike said she would, pacing around, fixing his outfit, and fidgeting.

She knocked on the open door to get his attention, and he jumped slightly.

“Hey,” She said, “you okay?”

“No,” He admitted, “Cass still isn’t here, she won’t pick up her phone, Mike broke his guitar and Liz-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know about all that,” Charlie said, “but Mike’s getting his guitar fixed and Lizzie will fix her skates. We’re gonna do great!”

Evan frowned, “But what about Cassidy? She won’t pick up her phone…”

“She’s probably on her way. I’m sure she’ll show up any minute now.”

Meanwhile, Cassidy was in her room, toying with her mic, fixing up her outfit, making sure everything was perfect. That seemed to be a recurring theme.

Evan had bolted out the door shouting an apology over his shoulder, but Cassidy didn’t mind; She knew how stressed he got about deadlines, and he probably wanted to talk to his dad. So right now, she was just getting everything perfect.

She practiced her song in the mirror, fiddled with her bowtie, all kinds of things. She was excited about this. She was prepared. Most importantly, she was late.

Really late.

She didn’t notice until she plugged her phone in finally and was met with at least 80 missed calls from Evan.

Shoot.

She picked it up and called him back, “Hey, it’s me, what’s up?” she asked.

“What’s up!? What’s up!?” Evan gasped, “I’ve been calling you for almost an hour now do you know how scary that is itsthedayofourgigcasswecantaffordtobeevenasecondlateandmikeandlizhaveproblemsyoucantjsutgomiaduringthatareyounuts!?”

Cassidy couldn’t hide a chuckle at that, “It’s fine,” she said, “I’m all ready, I’ll be over in a sec. My phone died. Uhm, what happened with Mike and Liz?”

“Mike broke his guitar,” Charlie answered.

Cassidy went quiet. It’s not that his guitar wasn’t an easy fix, but right before their show? What, was it his job to be irresponsible??

“And Liz?”

“Her skates broke.”

She sighed, “I assume they’re getting those fixed?”

Charlie hummed an affirmation.

Cassidy groaned, “Well, that’s fine. It’s not the first time this has happened,”

Charlie laughed, “Yeah. Mike seemed pretty bummed about it though.”

“He’ll be fine,” Cassidy said, “We’re gonna do great. I’m gonna head over there, I’ll talk to you when I get there.”

“Alright, bye!!” Charlie and Evan said together.

The drive there was pretty calm, Cassidy wasn’t worried about the show. She’d played with these guys before and she knew how good they were at these things, even if they weren’t good at the preparation stage.

If only they knew as well.

When she got there, she found Charlie and Evan waiting for her.

“Took you long enough,” Evan said, his ears flat.

“Sorry,” She said, “we have plenty of time, though, we’ll be fine.” She nudged him playfully, “You’re gonna do great.”

He sighed and smiled at her, “I’m gonna do my best, at least.”

“Okay, so we need to head to the stage and get our set put together, come on!” Charlie said.

Cassidy appreciated Charlie and Evan a lot, and on the drive there, she let her mind wander. Michael was fixing his guitar and his sister’s skates, Evan and Cassidy would be prepping the stage, and Charlie was going to get the lights and audio ready.

And that was actually so exciting. She was bouncing in her seat thinking about it, their first real gig!! With a huge audience! They were gonna have all their eyes on the band, and that was so cool!!!!!

“Isn’t it exciting?” She asked, walking around Evan while he pushed one of the set pieces up.

“Everyone staring at me? Kinda?” He sighed, leaning on the piece, “I don’t know. I keep thinking about it and getting excited and then I remember… The amount of people coming…” He shuddered.

Cassidy smiled at him, tilting her head, “I don’t know, having thousands of people staring at me and my every move and every word I sing? That sounds incredible.”

Evan just stared at her in horror.

“Bad wording?”

“Terrible. I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Cassidy frowned, “This isn’t the first time you’re performing in front of people, Ev, why is it so stressful now?”

“Because it feels so professional, like people on TV!” He exclaimed, waving his hands around to emphasize his point, “It’s like, these people are expecting something you’d see in someone who’s incredible at this, and that’s just not me.”

Cassidy stared at him for a moment, then grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and shook him back and forth, “What are you talking about!? You’re incredible at this!” She snapped, “Don’t say things like that, you’re a valued member of our team and the band is lucky to have you and you’re going to ace this show!!!!”

“Okay! Okay! O-Okay stop shaking me!” Evan cried out, prying her hands from his shoulders. But he was laughing, and the sight made her grin triumphantly.

“Don’t say that anymore. You’re doing great, Evan. Now let’s finish setting up, Mike and Liz will be back any minute now, and we’ll want to do a run through before our show.”

“That’ll be $16.97.” The cashier muttered. He was a bitter looking man, with sunken, half closed eyes and a permanent scowl. His eyebrows were constantly creased, as if everything happening annoyed him

Michael decided he didn’t like this guy much. He kept scowling at him, as if he was some unruly teen, and he had given him a funny look when he walked in.

He’d also refused help when Michael had asked where the guitar strings were, and the line had been so long and now Michael was totally late.

He swiped his card calmly and took the strings, stuffing them in his bag before turning around and walking out quickly; The cashier was still glaring at him and he refused to squirm under his eye, he’d rather just leave as fast as possible.

“Okay, we have the strings, what do we need to do for your skates?” He asked Elizabeth as they climbed back into the car.

“My wheel snapped off. We can get a new one at the bike shop, and for cheap, too,” She replied, “The manager is a nice guy.”

Michael nodded, “Alright, let’s go. We’re late enough.”

Elizabeth went in alone so Michael could fix his guitar in peace. In truth, he felt really bad, and pretty embarrassed, about breaking it, so he was a bit happy she had broken something too. It made him feel better about his own mistake.

The car was quiet when he finished, and he kind of wished he could plug in his guitar and play right now, but he settled for digging up the uke he kept under his seat and sitting back and playing it. He liked playing music absently, and he hummed along with it, closing his eyes.

“You’re good at that, didja know that?” A voice said from directly beside him, outside his car window.

Michael jumped with a yelp and nearly dropped his instrument, clutching it to his chest.

Jeremy burst out laughing with a wide grin, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. I came here to fix my bike, I didn't expect to see you here. Isn’t your concert thing soon? I thought you guys were gonna meet up and rehearse?”

Michael leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath, “Yeah, we were, but some things came up.”

“One the day of your show? That sucks man, do you need help?”

Michael tilted his head at him, “Yeah, actually, I think you can help me,” he said, his face slowly breaking into a smile, “How fast do you like to drive?”

By the time they arrived at the stage, elizabeth was clinging to her seat and Michael was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.

“YOU GUYS ARE NUTS.” Elizabeth exclaimed, “NUTS. AND BOLTS. AND OTHER ROBOT PUNS.”

Jeremy shrugged, “I got you where you needed to be, and fast, too.”

Michael let his head rest on the dashboard, “I think if Evan saw that he’d lose his shit, dude.”

Jeremy laughed, “Well, let him know I’m a great driver, nothin’ to worry his pretty little head about.”

Michael hopped out of the car, but paused to lean on the open window, “You comin’ tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss you on stage with that guitar if my life depended on it, Mike. You can bet I’ll be there.”

Michael smiled, “Alright then, see you on the other side!”

“Break a leg!” Jeremy called before driving away.

“Remind me to never get in a car with you again.” Elizabeth groaned.

They headed into the building, and were met by Evan scolding them for being so late. Michael was only half listening, looking at their set and everything. It looked so… Professional. And it made his head spin. In a good way.

He held his guitar closer to him, tilting his head to further examine everything, even looking out at the house, and the booth way in the back, where he spotted Henry.

The older man waved at him, and he waved back.

“Are you even listening to me?” Evan said.

“Not at all.” Michael replied.

He heard his younger brother groan before telling Liz to get the others so they could rehearse.

The rehearsals went well… but according to Father, not well enough.

But Evan didn’t understand, they were doing everything right, yet he still sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Put your passion into it, everybody. Evan, you’re shaking again.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just nerves!” He said, sighing, “I don’t know- it’s all so exciting and scary and-”

“I get it, Evan, I really do,” He soothed him, “We’ll keep trying. I just don’t feel like everyone’s as into it as they should be,” He shoots an intense stare at Michael who’s staring out at the house.

Charlie elbowed him and he jumped, scowling at her before turning to look at his dad again.

“And Elizabeth, please be careful, I swear you’re going to give me a heart attack, if you fall on stage, you could get hurt.”

“Sorry, new wheels are hard to get used to,” She scuffs her toe on the floor.

“Alright, let’s give it another shot.” He said.

They did that all day, and by the end, Evan was sure these songs were going to play in his head on repeat for the next five years.

He also knew he was going to pass out by the end of this, he was exhausted. And he could tell the other members were too, except Elizabeth and Cassidy, but nothing stopped them.

Michael had laid down on the floor and not gotten up despite Charlie nudging him. Either he was dead or he was asleep. Either way, same, Evan thought.

William noticed this, and shook his head, “Alright. You guys are gonna do great, your performance is incredible. I’m wishing all of you luck, me and Henry are very proud.”

Michael groaned from where he was laying down, and Evan laughed.

Henry rescued them all with some ice cream, before they finally got to sit back and wait.

Turns out waiting is hell, but Evan was sure Michael would die if he had to run through those songs again.

Charlie pulled out some cards and waved them in the air, “Go Fish?”

“I just think that we could do better, add some dancing, I don’t know,” Elizabeth said, “queen of hearts?”

“We’re doing the best we can, and plus, it’s our first gig,” Michael said, “go fish.”

“And plus, we’re still young, we have time to build a reputation, today is about the moment and the opening. We’re introducing ourselves into this.” Cassidy said, “Evan, two of spades?”

“I’m just nervous I’ll mess up,” Evan said, handing her his card.

“Well, nobodies gonna boo tomato us, we’re good enough to be sure of that,” Charlie said, “Mike, king of clubs?”

Michael lightly smacked Evan in the face with his cards, “You’re not gonna mess up, dude, you haven’t messed up at all throughout rehearsal and all our smaller gigs,” he smiles at him, before replying, “go fish.”

Elizabeth sighed, “I suppose worrying will only make it worse for us, eh?”

“That’s the spirit!” Michael said, “Cass, three of diamonds?”

Evan tilted his head, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I always am.” Michael says, “I’m also all out of cards.”

The group groaned at his smug look, and they shuffled the deck again. But Evan couldn’t say it didn’t make him feel better. His friends were good at that in a way he couldn’t possibly understand. He loved his friends.

They talked and played for a while before Henry came back with more food for them and news that they had to get backstage and prepare. The show was soon.

Michael fixed up his mask, Charlie made sure her makeup wasn’t smeared, Lizzie played with her ponytails until she was satisfied with how they look, Evan and Cassidy fixed up each other’s costumes until they were perfect.

Even William looked pleased, so that was something.

“So, you kids excited?” he asked.

“Are you kidding? Hell yeah!” Michael cheered.

“Break a leg, kiddos!” Henry said, ushering them to their places.

And so it began…

By the time they were in the car driving home, they were ALL singing. Michael and Charlie were playing the random string instruments they had stuffed in random places in the car, Even and Cassidy were singing, and Liz was drumming on the dashboard. Jeremy was driving them and seemed to be enjoying himself a lot as well.

“Woah-oh-oh, there’s lovin’ in your eyes that pulls me closer!!!”

“Oh, it pulls me closer!”

“It’s so subtle!”

“I’m in trouble!”

“But I love to be in trouble with you! Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on!”

“You got the healing that I want!”

“Just like they say it in the song!”

“Until the dawn, let’s Marving Gaye and get it on!”

Michael cheered, laughing.

“You guys are so good at that!” Jeremy said.

“It’s our thing!” Charlie laughed, “Turn on the radio, let's sing something else too!”

“Sure thing!”

They dropped off Liz and Charlie first, then Cassidy and Evan.

As he waved goodbye to his brother, the fatigue of the day caught up to him.

Echoing his thoughts, Cassidy said, “Jeez, I can’t wait to sleep. I’m never waking up again.”

“So glad I don’t have class tomorrow.” Evan agreed.

She gave him a small smile, and the two of them walked into the building to their dorm.

#GOT DONE EARLY!!! HEHEHE #my writing #mergeband au #fnaf #michael afton #william afton #henry emily #charlie emily #jeremy fitzergals #evan afton #elizabeth afton #cassidy fnaf

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red-army-official · 3 months

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Thought you all would like a quick update, yeah? Seems there's been a right mess of the army made, but don't worry! We'll get to fixing it soon, I promise!

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[Heavy breathing, likely from whoever is recording this audio.]

???: Ohh god.. I can't believe I did that! [Chuckle.] I can't believe she didn't notice me...

Oh, ehm.. Anyways, back to why I'm recording this, uhm.. Hello! Uhm.. out there.. I am a soldier in the red army, I'm not gonna say my name because uhmm.. I don't.. really.. [Nervous sigh] Uh.. Well, I'll get to that in a minute! Things are.. ehm.. interesting! uhh.. Dr. M, as you know her, and the other generals they.. basically took over the army! Captured General Flemming and... general... Flemming.. uh- B-Both General Flemmings! Uhm.. ah.. as well as the original person who was running the red army official blog, and a couple people from the medical wing? Basically, all of these people that were close to Red Leader, uuhm... But.. [Sigh..] Uh- I guess she didn't notice me, so I stole this phone and ran away.

[Deep breaths.]

God, that uhm... I saw the clone.. Red, I think he's called... He looks...

... That arms gonna have t'be amputated..

..Oh. Shit! I think I heard something... I need to find a place to Hiiiiide! Uh.. [Booking it]

Maybe in here..? Oh, god I hope so..

[He opens the door, and as he does, the cocking of a gun is heard.]

P: Stop!! ... [Relieved] Arthur!

A: [Sigh of relief] General Flemming!

P: [Groan.]

A: Oh thank god! [P: You're okay..!]

A: Yes, I'm fine..! You're injured.

P: Urgh, It's nothing.. ngh.. I'll be fine.

A: Okay, uhm.. I stole a phone!

P: That helps.

A: Yeah, I was.. making a recording! Just to.. uhm.. y'know.. Kind of.. Let everyone know that we're here!-

P: We can..

A: -That we're alive!

P: We can get it out.. That's good! That's good... Good thinking, old friend.

A: Yeah, uhm..

P: Have you.. [Poor man sounds exhausted.] Have you seen Patryck?

A: No, he was.. taken...

P: Shhhit!

A: As well as the person who... who originally ran the uhm.. [snapsnap] The red army official blog, and ehm.. a couple of people from the medical wing..

P: Fffffuck!!! Okay...

A: Basically, a bunch of people that were close to Viktor...

P: Is that phone.. attached to the accounts?

A: One of them, yeah! I.. don't know which one.

P: Alright, we'll figure that out...

A: I can't believe she didn't see me...

[Both let out a chuckle, as Paul puts his hand on Arthur's shoulder, Partially out of respect and partially out of trying to balance himself.]

P: You did a good job.. You did a good thing.

A: Why am I always surrounded by wretched women...

P: [Laugh.]

A: Why... Why is this a thing...??

P: That's.. the question for the hour, isn't it old friend?

A: [chuckle] Well... Time to get to work, eh?

P: Hey..

#eddsworld red army #red army eddsworld #ew red army #eddsworld red leader #red army ew #eddsworld #red leader eddsworld #eddsworld paul #paul eddsworld

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tanmitasu · 9 months

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お久しぶりです。。。

Well I am supposed to be updating this blog, first of all, let me get out of the New Year greetings with this: 明けましておめでとうございます！

I apologize if I did not update it as much as I could, I wanted to talk about realization and truth of learning. First of all, I am a slacker in my own thoughts, I have desired to try physical classes since I feel that I am stuck doing so much self-learning 🥺, so I was toying with which classes would suit me (I actually took an actual class many years back before I enter university and this said teacher killed my motivation), so I decided to bite the bullet here and try this school because I was hoping to go for their weekday day classes (The cool thing is that the building feels like a James Bond film), so before Christmas weekend- I decide to go for a placement test to see where am I.

Sooo I, being overly confident be like yeah all my Japanese customers and associates said I can speak Japanese well (Do not be deceived by the comment 上手です) and I got this, which I got humbled pretty quick. Like really, which I have to nurse my ego that I am yes, I am willing and the tester be like uhm girl- you need to go basic which I am like yeah, and we decide to try you on that trial class before Christmas, and man it was a humbling experience because the changes are sudden and here am I, wanting to make friends and perhaps partnered with the worse person to bounce off in your speech (Well I do not have friends, so, unfortunately, I was partnered with that lady who could barely speak English with me), and I was nearly in tears, with me being unable to cope with the pacing that I was doubting myself if I could do, because some are so good and I, who self-taught myself for 3 years plus- become awkward and actually struggle.

So yes I was humbled again-big time, so I found myself alone and if not a little upset about my progress- then I decided to chat with an online friend, and she shared about how lonely her experience in learning Japanese and understood the struggle, and that moment I recall a panel in Haikyuu which Akaashi got over his head during one volleyball match and saying how jealous they are seeing the game- which I could relate- I feel like an anxious mess. However I decide to look at Kita's backstory and this came to me, which I am like Kita holding his captain jersey in my head going "Does this count on the result side of things?" , like I began to question myself- and this made me realize that I am so focused on the results that I forget to work on the present.

So cue me last Saturday, entering my first class- this time chatting with a friend to share my anxiety and I told myself about that experience which an epiphany came to me, that I held myself with high standards that it sucked the joy of me actually learning, which I can say that my 先生 be like are you alright, as she caught me packing my bag slowly after class, and I was like I struggle with particles in the Japanese language, that she took the time to write down the particles which I show her the document which I work. And what she said to me, is to slow down which I did not realize that I was simply hurrying because of my anxiety to be the best, which I could be myself (This is something which I am trying to undo but it is too ingrained in my brain), to just have fun. I am so concerned about the process that I forget to be in the present, just like Kita himself, to enjoy what I am doing. (She sorta reminds me of Takeda-sensei, the head teacher for the Karasuno team, and I am like Hinata per say).

But yeah, I am still a work in progress, letting go of the people-pleasing aspect and just being myself- I even got a better partner to bounce off of my conversation, though he is struggling as much as I am (minus the awkwardness).

Here is to new things to come and hopefully, I can be truly myself

#japanese #japanese learning #language tag #haikyuu

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archiveikemen · 2 years

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'If I Were A Demon Princess' Collection Event — Yasuchika Bonus Story

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What would it be like if the one I made a deal with was the demon?

This is a story about me and “him”, after I made a deal with Ibuki and became a Demon Princess —

I was thinking about Yasuchika while getting ready to call it a night.

(He said he’ll be coming home late tonight. I wonder if he’s home already?)

We weren’t lovers, we just happened to be living in the same mansion.

Basically, whether or not he comes home late from work is none of my concern.

(But I’m still worried. I doubt I’ll be able to fall asleep… I’ll just take a walk in the garden and see if he’s at the gate.)

…

(... Oh, there he is!)

I went to the garden and caught sight of Yasuchika sneaking around.

His eyes widened slightly when he saw me.

Yasuchika: Oh hey! Good evening, Demon Princess. What brings you here at this hour?

He struck up a conversation with a big smile.

Yasuchika: Staying up late is not a good thing. Be a good girl and go to bed, okay?

He had his usual smile and tone.

(“Demon Princess”...)

I usually didn't mind being called that.

But tonight, there was something prickly about the way he said it, and I just couldn't get it out of my head.

Yuno: … Don’t talk to me like that.

Yasuchika was taken aback and his smile disappeared.

Yasuchika: Okay. … Sorry.

(Uh oh… I made him apologize.)

I immediately shook my head.

Yuno: No, don’t apologize. I sounded too harsh, sorry.

Yasuchika: I didn't think so. I understand that nobody wants to be reminded that they made a deal with a demon like Ibuki.

Yasuchika responded with a smile and went back to being his usual self.

Yuno: Oh. Yasuchika, on your cheek.

Yasuchika: Hm? … Ah.

I reached my hand out when I saw a cut on Yasuchika’s cheek.

But I stopped myself when I noticed his facial expression grow tense.

Yuno: Uhm… can I help you treat your wound?

I offered to help, even though I had the feeling that it might be awkward for him.

Yasuchika: I didn't even notice that I got injured. It's alright, I’m fine.

Yasuchika declined my offer in a lighthearted tone and took a step back to put some distance between us.

(... Could it be that he doesn't want to be touched?)

That kind of hurt my feelings.

Yasuchika seemed to notice it, and he quickly spoke up in an unusually panicked tone.

Yasuchika: That's not what I meant.

Yasuchika: I don't hate being touched by you. It's just…

Yuno: Yeah?

Yasuchika: I’m afraid that touching me will taint your hands.

(What…)

I was puzzled by that unexpected reply — and then it hit me.

(There’s a reason why he came home late tonight.)

Why else would he try to avoid contact with others on his way back to his room?

Yuno: … Did you run into trouble at work today?

Yasuchika: !

Even in the dark, I could see Yasuchika gasp.

Then he gave a loud sigh… that was a clear enough answer to my question.

Yasuchika: I don't have a very pretty job. I’m sure you already know that.

Yuno: … Yes.

Yasuchika: That’s why it's best if you don't touch me.

Yuno: B-But–

Yasuchika: I don't want to taint you.

Yasuchika said bluntly and winced in pain afterwards.

Yasuchika: … But you’re bonded by a deal to the guy I hate most.

Yasuchika: You’re an ordinary girl with a good heart. … I wonder why you chose to make a deal with that demon.

Yasuchika: You knew that your life was going to become so messed up and filled with danger.

Yuno: I…

Yasuchika: Why do the people I want to see happy have to go through the toughest situations?

(Oh…)

(Yasuchika is talking about Akihito too.)

His words touched my heart.

Ignoring everything he said about not touching him, I held his hand.

Yasuchika: ! Yuno

Yuno: I don't think touching you will taint my hands.

Yuno: I couldn't avoid making a deal with Ibuki, but I don't regret it either.

Yuno: I’m going to move on with my life and see how I can make the most out of my situation.

Yasuchika looked at me in surprise, then a faint smile formed on his face.

Yasuchika: You’re a strong woman. But I still want you to remain pure.

Yuno: Yasuchika…

Yasuchika: Ahh I really don't like this. I hate Ibuki even more now for forcing you to make a deal with him and trapping you.

Yasuchika: I feel like attacking him right this instant.

Yuno: Whaat?

(That’s kind of… um.)

Yasuchika: Just kidding.

Unlike the disturbing words he just said, Yasuchika had a relaxed smile.

He gently squeezed my hand back — and I smiled at him in response.

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bri3ll3 · 3 years

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i only have eyes for you

nwh spoilers

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

summary: when peter walks into the cafe that you and mj work, he still only has eyes for you

warnings: none, angst and fluff, no happy endings, this is not prof read so there are typos!

a/n: i don’t get hurt very often writing this but i am actually heartbroken, this shit took days to write simple’s because i didn’t want to cry while writing. i do not think that it is my best work but i still think that i did a bombass job.

also happy fucking new year i hope that you all have an amazing year and i also want to thank you guys for all of the support last year when i started this blog, i love you all!

peter was walking down the street going over the piece of paper that had down all of the things he was going to say on it. once he walked into the café everything immediately stopped as his eyes found you. all of the memories that the two of you shared came flooded his mind as he looked at you.

“hi is this seat taken” the voice startled him a little, when he looked up he saw the most beautiful girl ever seen. “um a-actually it’s not” he stuttered, you smiled at his antics before sitting down in the stool next to him.

“im y/n” you say looking over at the boy, his cheeks and ears were rosy making you smile. “im peter” he squeaks, nerves filling his whole body as he talks to you. “nice to meet you peter” you beam making him smile.

everyday after that peter would go home and tell may about your interactions and she would always encourage the boy to ask you out but the boy never did, well not until homecoming came around.

when he finally got to ask you to homecoming he was a stuttering and shaking mess.

“hey y/n” he calls and you turn around to see him smiling at you. “hey peter what’s up” you greet and he starts fiddling with his hands and start shifting from side to side.

“i-i was wondering if you wanted to go to uhm homecoming with me” he asks looking at the ground, you smile at him “i’d love to” you beam. “it’s fine if you don’t wan- wait what” he asks, his big chocolate eyes looking at you. “id love to go to homecoming with you” you express again and peters smile grows.

“ok yeah uhm cool” he starts “yeah i’ll see you around peter” you giggled before giving peter a kiss on the cheek and walking away.

peter went home once again and told may all about it, she was happy to see the boy excited for once.

“may she said yes” he screamed as he ran into the small apartment “oh my gosh she did” she asks running up to him and hugging him. “oh peter im so happy for you” she coos as she rocks him back and forth. “thanks may” he sighs as he hugs her back

at the dance peter was a sweaty and nervous mess, he hated being in the public eye and this out him directly in the public eye. he could hear the whispers of people thanks to his spidey senses, it didn’t help that they were all judgmental.

“hey pete you ok” you whisper in his ear and he nods trying to play it cool “yeah yeah i’m fine” he whispers back but you’re not having it. you grab his hand and pull hims out of the back door of the gym, “it’s better out here, less muggy and not as loud” you grinned making peter smile.

as a new song came on peter grabbed your hands gently and pulled you into him, the familiar tune of i only have eyed for you by the flamingos filled the air. “i love this song” you whispered making peter smile.

the both of you felt comfort in each other’s arms, your warmth was something peter got use to quickly seeing as though a couple months (well years) later he asked you out.

“PETER” you yelled looking around at the damage that had been done “Y/N” peter yelled as he saw you looking around for him. the moment you spot him you run up to him and hugged him, he immediately wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you as tight as he could.

“are you ok” your questions was muffled in his neck but he still heard you “yeah i’m fine” he chuckles. you move your face from his neck and hold his face im your hands “god i’m so glad you’re ok” you whispers feeling tears well in your eyes.

“are you ok” he asks and you nod “don’t worry about me i’m so glad that your ok” i whisper finally pulling away from him. “oh this tall guy who’s uhm in love with your aunt gave me this necklace” i say, looking up at him.

peters face drops as he looks at the broken flower in your hands “oh no i’m so sorry” he starts “i had this plan to give you this necklace and-“ he’s cut off with you giving him a quick peck on the lips.

he looks at you stunned before pulling you in for another kiss, your wrap your arms around his neck and card my fingers through this hair. when you both pull away your rest your foreheads on each other’s.

“i really really like you” he whispers and you smile “i like you too peter” you whisper and he smiles. “so that makes you my girlfriend” he asks and you nod “yeah and that makes you my boyfriend” you beam and he smiles.

things quickly went down hill after that’s, peters identity had been revealed and because of that peter, you and ned had lost lots of opportunities. peter felt so bad for you and ned, you guys had nothing to do with it and because of his guilt he asked the one person he knew who could fix this, dr, stephen strange.

peter asked strange to cast a spell to make everyone forget that peter parker was spider man, long story short he messed up the spell and opened up the multiverse.

this created a lot of problems, the main one being him losing his aunt may. peter had never felt such rage and loss in his life, he was angry at the world, at himself especially for trying to be a good person but you never let him forget that being good is apart of who he is.

“peter you can not let that man change who you are, may wanted you to help them out right” you ask and he nods feeling tears fall from his eyes “then you do that, she would be very proud knowing that you fulfilled what she wanted you to do” you assure him and he nods.

“thank you” he whispers and you nod wiping the tears from his cheeks. “you’re welcome baby, now let’s go cure some ass” you joke making him laugh.

peter would have never thought after curing everyone that he would have let go of you and ned and pretty much everyone he loved.

peter heart broke when he had to tell you and ned that you wouldn’t remember him.

“peter you cant just make that decision for me” you say and peter nods “i know i know but it’s the only way” he stresses. “i don’t wanna forget you” you mumble as tears continue to fall down your face.

peter pulls you in for a hug, probably one of the tightest hugs he has ever given anyone. “promise me you’ll come find me” you beg as you continue to hold onto him “peter promise me” your voice broke as you spoke making his heart break even more. “i promise baby i promise” he promises.

when you pull apart his heart breaks as he sees your demeanor, you’re shaking, your eyes are bloodshot and tears are still falling from them, the bags under your eyes are extremely prominent.

“make me remember when you find me, make me remember when i sat next to you our first day of junior year, homecoming, and london” you plead and peter nods “i’ll make you remember” he promises placing his forehead on yours.

“and if you don’t you know i’m gonna figure it out, i always do” he knew exactly what you meant, you found out he was spider man before he even got the change to tell you. “i know” he chuckles before going silent again.

“i love you peter parker” his heart breaks knowing that’s the first and last time he’ll hear you say it “i love you y/n y/l/n” he whispers before kiss you gently, he pours all of his love for you into that kiss. when you pull apart you peck his lips gently one more time.

and here peter was staring at you in the little café that you and mj worked at, “hi how can i help you” your voice broke peter out of his trance. “hi can i uhm get a coffee” he asks and you nod “would you like anything with that like cream or sugar” you ask and he shakes his head “no just black please” you smile and him and nods before going over to the machine.

“hey mj can you get ned’s doughnut ready for him, he should be here soon” peter overhears you say and mjs nods. once the coffees done he watches you put the lid on the cup and walk back over to him “im sorry but i forgot to ask your name” he smiles at you feeling tears brim in his eyes “peter” he says and you smile “well here your coffee peter” you beam as you hand him his coffee cup.

“oh i love this song” peter mumbles as i only have eyes for you by the flamingos plays lightly in the background “i love it too” you whisper making him smile.

“well have a good day y/n” he smiles at you as he walks backwards out of the door, you smile back at him “you too peter” you wave at him before he walks out of the door.

peter walks to the windows and sees you talking to mj about something that clearly makes you flustered, peter smiles before walking down the cold street knowing that no matter how much time may go by he’ll only have eyes for you.

#spider man nwh spoilers #black!reader #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland angst #marvel angst #avengers angst #spider man no way home #Spotify

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hansensgirl · 3 years

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push it to the limit.

summary. | As he watches you ogle the man who would pop champagne moments before touching heaven, he puts his foot on the gas pedal and his hand on one of the levers, ready to push it to the limit. Maybe this time, you’ll finally notice him.

warnings. | Non/Dubcon, watersports, obsessive behaviour, coercion, bribery, dark themes, drinking (champagne), hate fucking, unprotected sex, rough sex, public sex, dumbification, degradation, dirty talk, humiliation, breeding kink, choking, allusions to anal, reader is really rude (so is Niki), *sexism/misogyny/paying for sex (see a/n), and more. 18+, MINORS DNI.

word count. | 8.4k

pairings. | Dark!Niki Lauda x Reader, James Hunt x Reader (it’s one-sided).

author’s note. | please enjoy, and please don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know. *he talks about paying you for sex as a way to degrade you, it’s brief and in german! it does not reflect anything about me or my blog. we are pro-sex work here! it’s just fiction.

“Look! There he is!” a small voice tells you, pointing somewhere with a great distance. You’re not sure how he manages to spot his favourite racer from so far. Among the sea of heads, your younger brother sits on your shoulders. You can feel him touching you down to your bones, and you try to ignore the pain just for him. “You sure? You said that five times before, y’know,” you denote, and you hear the six-year-old groan. “Yes, I’m sure! Look, he’s drinking that nasty stuff like always,” he adds, and you realize he’s talking about James’s signature champagne.

“It’s not nasty,” you mumble under your breath, remembering the way the pleasant liquid felt and tasted against your tongue. Sticky gold is what you’d describe it as, and you recall how it stained your skin. Shaky hands are bound to tremor even more under pressure, and your friend is an absolute clutz. It’s no wonder she made such a mess, as it is one of her best traits. But a particular pair of hands that seemed to have Midas’s touch cleaned you up, and you still to this day wish you were awake to thank them. You have many regrets, but that’s just a small one.

“Can we go closer to the fence? I want to try and talk to him,” your brother politely requests, and you let out a heavy sigh. Your mouth is pressed in a line, and you begin to shift your feet. You’ve got boots made of suede, a brown colour that always seems to go best with your all-black outfits. There’s a matching jacket on you as well, and it has fur on the cuffs and collar.

“What’s the marvel of watching it in person rather than watching it on television? Out here, we struggle so much, and you can barely even watch them properly. On the television, well, you see it all, and you can be as comfortable as you want,” you wonder out loud, and the child holds onto you tightly. He squeezes your head tightly, and the ribbon in your hair begins to fall in your face. It’s white silk, with a lovely hem to it. You save it for these races your sibling always wants to go to. Your other coloured ones are left for daily excursions, and sometimes a good party, too.

“Excuse me!” you loudly call out, and other women cast you nasty glares. You’ve seen those same looks one too many times, and you don’t pay any mind to them. If they truly care about their spots, they’d stand up and fight for them. But they’re just like babies with a piece of candy in their tiny fists. Maybe a jellybean, or perhaps even a pack of those oh so enjoyable Sour Patch Kids. “Why do you like only him?” you ask, raising both your eyebrows as you get closer to the fence. “I like James and Niki!” he exclaims loudly, and you loop your fingers between the holes of the fence.

“Niki? As in Niki Lauda? That arrogant, Austrian asshole?” you question in shock, not minding your foul language at all. “Yes! The guy that Dad hates. He’s cool, and he’s fast,” he explains, rolling his eyes. “Honestly? There’s nothing cool about him. He’s just… fast. James is the cool one,” you argue, and you can hear him groaning. “You like James Hunt because he looked at you that one time,” he snaps back in annoyance, and you sigh dreamily in remembrance. “Exactly! Now I need to look for Niki, I wanna say hi to him!” your brother exclaims, and your eyes scan the entrance area for Niki Lauda.

“Don’t just say hi to him; ask him for an autograph! We can sell it to one of his fans afterwards. They’re always dying for anything of his,” you propose, and your brother simply ignores the swindling ways that you’ve inherited from your grandfather since you were a kid. It’s the reason why you tend to find purses with deep pockets and smooth zippers that don’t pinch on the inner fabric. You reach into your bag, and you grab a marker that you’ve always got with you.

The crowd gets louder and louder, almost as if you’ve got headphones on your head and you want to turn down the volume, but you keep hitting the wrong button. A woman shrieks in your left ear, and a man whoops in the other. More bodies press against you, and with the marker in between two of your digits, you hope that you don’t return home with billions of bruises. On the big screen, recaps from the previous races are being played. It’s win after win, all on behalf of Niki Lauda and his incredible luck that doesn’t seem to have any end.

You’re finally able to make out what people are screaming; the curly-haired man’s name. “Niki! I love you!” they all shout, and you wonder if any of them like James. It seems like you haven’t found your people, and maybe just for today, you’re the odd one out. “Seems like you’re not the only one that has Niki amongst their favourites,” you grumble, and your brother lets out a giggle. A few moments later, he sits up far more proper on your shoulders. The hand with the marker in it grabs onto one of his legs, and you make sure he doesn’t fall down and ends up being the true loser of this race.

“Niki! I’m your biggest fan!” he shouts at the top of his lungs, using his full voice and then some. You look over to the entrance, and you spot the brooding Austrian wrapped in red walking out with a deep frown on his face. You fight the urge to roll your eyes, but your brother doesn’t care about your deep annoyance towards his idol. Niki shoots a look over to where you’re both standing, and your brother waves his arms from side to side, trying to get the racer’s attention. Even if he doesn’t, you have a feeling that Niki will be more displeased than anything.

It only makes sense, as he always acts that way with his fans though they’re the only people who appreciate him.

His nose is upturned, and he tries to pinpoint your brother and his powerful screams. High-pitched yet so loud, it’s no wonder why his tantrums are the root for almost all household headaches. “He’s looking over here,” you tell him, and your brother nods. “Yeah, because of me! He’s going to come, and I’m going to meet him!” he squeals, somehow connecting none existent dots to fuel a form of hope that dwindles inside him. You can be mean, but you’re not cruel. So you won’t be a realist, and you’ll let the youth on your shoulders believe what he wants to think.

“And when you meet him, ask him to sign something,” you advise, not letting go of your chance to make a few hundred dollars. He doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s pondering whether or not he should do it. “Niki! I love you!” the woman next to you screams as if she’s using every bit of her energy to get him to notice her. Your head already starts to ache just a bit, and you wish you brought some form of a pain killer. Niki saunters over to the fence, and for some reason, you don’t feel proper behind the fence.

It’s the way he carries himself with the highest of heads, a sort of confidence dragging with his every step. He knows he can do anything right now, and everybody except you would love him for it. He could make an entire turn and not greet his fans, and they’ll laugh it off. You’ve witnessed his haughtiness, and there’s no doubt inside you that you’ll see it again. “Niki! Good luck on the race!” a person says, and the rest of the crowd laughs at them.

“Dude, he doesn’t need your luck,” someone next to them says before elbowing the poor fan’s ribs. You can hear them wince in pain before they start to scream at the racer once again. Niki raises his hands up to his chest, almost as if he’s surrendering to something. That bratty smirk of his is replaced by a cheerful smile, and while everyone adores it, you see right through the façade. “Hello, everyone!” he greets, and you already want to roll your eyes until they fall back into your skull.

Niki stands right in front of you, and you try to look somewhere other than his face. Your view darts wildly until you finally settle on looking at the exceptionally boring asphalt underneath your feet. The screaming quiets down, and you wonder if everything is okay. “Uhm, Mr. Niki Lauda? I love you! I’m such a big fan! I watch all of your races, and I try to go to them all! Can I have an autograph?” your brother gleefully expresses, and you snap your head up at his words.

Much to your dismay, you lock gazes with the man you hate most in this entire stadium. His eyes are rather dull, yet they’ve got a sort of darkness in them that makes you feel just a tad bit uneasy. Both begrudgingly and excitedly, you hand the marker to your brother, who, in turn, gives it to his idol. Niki takes it gratefully, and he raises his least dominant hand. The other fans try to reach for it, for him. But he ignores them, and he gives a high-five to your brother.

You can’t hear the sound of their palms meeting because the displeasure of the crowd drowns it all out. “What do you want me to write it on?” Niki questions, taking the cap off of the marker. “Uhm, my shirt?” he offers, stretching the red fabric towards the elder. You observe as the racer awkwardly signs his name on your brother’s clothing, and you know that your Mother is going to be more than angry. Your Father, on the other hand, will be filled with pride and excitement.

“Thank you so much!” the child squeals, and Niki simply waves his hand as if it was no big deal to him. But you know that deep down inside, he was probably a bit annoyed. “Do you want an autograph, Miss?” Niki asks, and you take note of how his demeanour has changed. His features are softer, and his eyes seem to be lit up. “Oh, uh, no, thank you. I’m waiting for James. I love him a lot,” you tell him, pushing your shoulders back in confidence. The people around you let out gasps, and they follow their sounds up with whispers that aren’t so hushed.

Niki’s face drops, and you give him your fakest smile. He stares at you, almost as if he wants to lash out and scream. Maybe even call you a name or two. “That’s alright,” he assures after a while, and you have the urge to say something snarky. He hands the marker back to your brother, who is too busy being in awe of his favourite racer to listen to you being on your worst behaviour. Niki walks off, but this time, his stride lacks his boldness. “He’s so cool!” your brother squeals, staring at the Sharpie. You sigh, knowing that you two will constantly butt heads over Niki.

“Well, I beg to disagree.”

“Niki! Is everything okay?” one of the mechanics asks, and the star nods his head mindlessly. Instead of pressing him for some sort of answer, he leaves Niki alone to mull all by himself. There is not one person who dares to talk to him before the race unless it has to do with the car or the competition itself. It’s out of pure fear because nobody likes to face the Austrian’s wrath. From screaming way too loudly to piercing, uncomfortable stares, he never knows how to properly communicate with others.

He gazes at you from just a few mere metres away. His eyes are like ice, and he hopes you can feel the coldness from where you are. He really fucking hopes you do. You’ve got that sultry look to you, and it’s not cast towards him. No, it isn’t at all, and it irks him all the way to his bones. You ogle James fucking Hunt. Of all the other inferior racers there, you choose to admire James, and Niki hates you both for that. At every single race, he’s seen you show up to, you never look at him.

You don’t acknowledge him at all. It doesn't just hurt his ego; it also breaks his heart. Your preference and love for the Englishman injure those butterflies inside Niki’s stomach, and yet they still continue to flutter. The funniest, most ironic part of everything is that the races you attend always end with Niki being the winner. Never James. But you still idolize him over the Austrian, and he’s tired of it.

“Make sure it goes fast, okay? Fast, but nothing should catch on fire or malfunction,” Niki tells his technicians, and they halt what they’re doing. “But, Sir-” one of them starts, and Niki closes his fist for them. “No,” he simply states before crossing his arms once again. Niki looks back over to you, and you’ve now got a smile on your face. He loves the sight, but he knows his adoration will turn sour in a few seconds once he follows your line of gaze. So he chooses not to, and he decides to use you as his motivation.

The racers all go to their cars, and they pull their helmets on. Some are dressed in black, some in white, and only two in red. James and Niki. Niki is surrounded by his team, and James has twice the number of people next to him. Along with mechanics are girls in short skirts with jackets similar to yours. Deep down, you wish you could switch places with one of them, but maybe it isn’t as good as it seems to be. Perhaps your spot behind the fence with your younger sibling is what’s meant for you.

Your neck is more than exhausted. Your shoulders have a unique pain to them, one that not even doctors can begin to describe. Your bones are in desperate need of a crack, and your muscles crave a lengthy stretch that’ll leave you shaking. Yet, you continue to stand there with no complaints ready to fly off your tongue. The whooping behind you is so loud, but you’ve gotten used to it. “C’mon, Niki! You can do it!” your brother cries out, clapping his hands in excitement.

Niki flashes a thumbs up, and he looks at you one last time. As he watches you ogle the man who would pop champagne moments before touching heaven, he puts his foot on the gas pedal and his hand on one of the levers, ready to push it to the limit. Maybe this time, you’ll finally notice him. Perhaps this time, you’ll realize he’s the best racer there is. He takes a deep breath, and he reassures himself that he’ll win as always.

“I have a feeling Niki is going to win this one,” the lady next to you says, and her friends nod their heads in utter agreement. You want to ask why she thinks that, but you’ve already left a bad taste in the crowd’s mouth. “Do you think Niki will win?” you ask your brother, looking up at him as best as you can. “I think so, but maybe James will surprise us!” he predicts, and you nod your head. “I hope James wins,” you whisper under your breath. Your bottom lip falls victim to your teeth, and you gnaw on it out of stress.

You keep your sights on James, and occasionally, you glance at Niki. Perhaps it’s simply just morbid curiosity that’s eating at you because there’s no way you’d just casually look at a man you despise with all your heart. As all the racers go to their designated spots in their cars, excitement fills your stomach. But it’s mixed with fear, as anything can go wrong at these tracks, and that’s the last thing you want to happen. You get lost in your thoughts, thinking about all possibilities.

Who will win? Who will get hurt? Who will get angry? Who will become sad? You ask yourself all these questions that don’t truly matter much to your life, and yet you still try to find an answer inside of you.

Suddenly, the sound of engines revving and then taking off fills your ears. Screams follow them up, and you realize that the race has started. You wait until every single car leaves your view before looking at the scoreboard. You can’t bear to watch them risk their lives while you stand not so comfortably yet safe behind a fence. “Oh my God! James is in the first place!” you squeal like a kid in a candy store, and your brother claps.

Some of the people around you cheer for James, and others for Niki. But you ignore them, and you simply focus on what the orangish-yellow neon lights say. Some names switch spots rapidly, perhaps too quickly for you to keep up with. But you stay trained on the upper two; I. HUN, II. LAU. The former stays on top for most of the race, and the latter switches with him every now and then. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” you nervously mumble, hoping that the Englishman stays on top.

“Seems like your favourite is going to win,” the known lady cleverly smirks, and you give her the side-eye. “Yes, because he’s good at what he does,” you confidently agree, hoping that you won’t have to eat your words in the next few minutes. She chuckles before shaking her head. “No wonder you don’t like Niki Lauda,” she expresses, shaking her head practically in some form of awe. “What are you talking about?” you annoyingly press, already growing tired of whatever conversation she’s trying to make.

“You’re both egotistical and full of yourselves. You do it because that’s who you are, and Niki does it for his own reasons, like pure enjoyment. It’s so obvious for you to dislike him because he’s a reflection of you, and you hate that,” she states, proud of herself for whatever reasons. “That’s dumb, and so are you. He does it because that’s who he is. I do it because I don’t like some people—such as yourself—and because I have plenty of reasons to be prideful. Not egotistical,” you snap, and she raises her hands as if she’s surrendering.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Your mood has turned absolutely irritable, and the bitterness has claimed you entirely. You realize that you haven’t checked the places since before speaking to the lady, and you get excited. Flicking your head up, you expect to have your preferred person’s name at the very top, but instead, you see the name of the one and only Niki Lauda. I. LAU, II. HUN. “No, no, no!” you panic, watching as James stays in second place. None of the names change places at all, and you find yourself to be absolutely crushed. “Yes, yes, yes!” the crowd cheers and your face has fallen in disappointment.

Niki’s name gets announced, and everyone is absolutely elated. Everyone apart from you. Your brother celebrates the win from his high spot, and everybody jumps for joy. You stay silent, and you try your hardest to not swallow your pride. Each driver gets out of their cars slowly, and they congratulate the Austrian with smiles on their faces. You stare at him callously before you notice that James is still grinning. Despite not winning entirely, he never actually lost. So there’s no reason for you to be so dull and gloomy.

He walks off with his posse of men and women, and you realize maybe it’s time for you to head home as well. “So, your favourite won,” you say to your brother, and he giggles. “Yep! And yours lost!” he jokes, and you let out a forced giggle. “Yeah, yeah,” you brush off, making your way through the energetic body of people you strongly dislike.

Niki is engulfed in overly suffocating hugs. Some hands shake him, and some even slap him on the back, not so lightly. He doesn’t know which pairs belong to which bodies, and yet he goes with them all anyway. “You did great, Niki!” one voice praises. “Yeah, great job, Niki!” another adds. He thanks everybody in one sentence, and he pulls away once they start to mingle amongst themselves. The fantastic win of his isn’t what’s on his mind. It’s the thing that’s been etched and burned into his brain for him to think about, even though it should be appreciated now.

No. You’re what’s on Niki’s mind, and he has no intention of letting you leave.

He looks over at the swarm of heads that may have drowned you, and he can’t find you there. Not one trace of you is left behind, and his blood boils. Do you truly hate him to the point where you can’t even stay back for a few more seconds? Niki swears in Austrian under his breath, and he frustratingly walks over to the crowd. Fingers that aren’t yours reach out for him, and he ignores them all. “Have any of you seen that woman with the little boy on her shoulders?” he angrily questions, cracking his knuckles in anticipation.

His heart is still clamouring wildly in his chest, practically beating against him to be let out. “Uhm, she just left… She went that way! But I could easily replace her if you want…” a woman flirts, and Niki completely ignores her words after he gets what he wants. He leaves abruptly, and they are still yelling after him. “So eine verdammte Schlampe. Ich kann es kaum erwarten, dir eine Lektion zu erteilen, du hast darum gebettelt, seit ich dich gesehen habe,” he grumbles, walking through the crowded entrance.

Niki emerges with perseverance and even more anger than before. He searches through the sea of racing enthusiasts, and he spots you being bent over. It’s a wildly lewd position for you to be in, and Niki finds himself feeling flushed and displeased at the way you let others leer at you. He should be the only one to see you that way, nobody else. The Austrian wants to storm his way to you, to grab you and drag you somewhere more private so that he can put you in your place, but he knows the current setting isn’t right.

“Uhm, Mr. Lauda? Would you like a drink in honour of your win? It’ll be on us!” a shy waitress offers, appearing out of nowhere. He jumps in fear, but he quickly calms down. “Well…” he ponders, even though he’s not a fan of drinking after a race. In a trice, the lightbulb in his brain goes off. It shines brightly, and a clever idea starts to nag him. “Do you, uh, mind doing me a favour? I’ll even pay you extra,” he quickly prompts, and the waitress smirks. “Sure!” she agrees, carefully balancing the glasses on her tray.

“I need you to take all these glasses—maybe add some more champagne and make sure they’re really full—to that person over there,” he instructs, pointing to where you are. He watches as you wave to your family, who drives off without you. “The one with the brown jacket?” she double checks, and he nods in assurance. “Yeah, that one. Take them to her, and tell her they’re from someone who adores her and her love for champagne quite a bit,” Niki directs while trying to hold in a villain-like laugh.

“Ok! Then I just leave?” she asks, tilting her head innocently. “Yes. And don’t mention my name or anything about me at all,” he adds quickly before placing a hundred-dollar bill on the tray. The waitress slips it into her pocket before walking to where you’re standing idly. Niki watches the innocent worker make her way towards you until he realizes he should hide away before she makes a mistake.

“Excuse me, ma’am? Hi, I have something for you,” a waitress tells you, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I- What? I never ordered anything, I think you have the wrong person,” you tell her, turning your back and facing elsewhere. “No! I have the right person. They said they’re someone who adores you and your love for champagne!” she gleefully clarifies, and only one person comes to mind. James. You let out an excited, eager gasp. One that can’t be rivalled by any of Niki’s fans from his win.

She hands you the two full glasses, and you can just tell that the golden liquid is of high quality. You get drunk quickly, perhaps a little too easily. But that’s never stopped you from enjoying yourself at all. “Thank you so much! Oh, and I’m sorry for being rude at first,” you softly whisper to her, and she simply waves you away. “No worries,” she reassures, and she walks off before you can finish your first glass.

Tilting your head back, you bring the first flute to your mouth and you down everything it has to offer in just a few gulps. The drink slides down your throat with such ease. It’s brut, and it has a sort of bitter yet sweet taste to it. Sighing, you smack your lips and take whatever is left of the first glass gratefully. You then switch the glasses around with shaky yet skillful hands. “Thank you, James, for being such a lovely guy,” you murmur to yourself, dragging out the last letters of each word.

The alcohol quickly settles inside you, and it starts to distort you as always. Blurry eyes and a hazy mind, you’ve turned into a drunken mess in a matter of a few seconds. You slowly sip on your second and last glass before your temptations grow tired of your sluggishness. You down the entire thing until there’s a small drop at the bottom that just won’t budge. You let out a tiny sound of amazement, and you find yourself wanting to have some more. You lick your lips, trying to search for a slight hint of the sort of melon flavour until it goes away.

“Uhm? Does anyone know where that waitress went?” you ask loudly, and those who hear you shake their heads ‘no.’ “Damn,” you frustratingly mutter, lightly stomping your foot against the concrete. You roll your head backwards, in both a stretch and a habit. Your mind feels heavy, but your bones and muscles are even more burdensome. You bring your skull back to its normal position, and you decide to go look for her. Stumbling clumsily, you walk back into the dreaded arena where everyone is still celebrating Niki Lauda’s victory.

Niki watches you amongst a crowd of fans who are trying to form some sort of discussion with him. They hound him with all kinds of questions, some about the race itself and some about the esteemed racer and his personal life. Like a hunter stalking his prey, his eyes stay trained on you until you disappear behind the red door that leads to rooms that only named people are allowed to go to. “So, what are you going to do now, Mr. Lauda? How are you going to celebrate?” one of them asks, with a sort of sultry tone to their voice that he fails to notice.

“I have plans with a friend of mine for tonight,” he briefly states before pushing through them and following you into the stadium. “Can I join?” another asks, and he simply ignores them as they call after Niki with even more curiosity. It’s not hard to spot someone in bright red overalls suddenly walking into somewhere he shouldn’t be, but it’s easy to pay no mind to him because he’s a champion and most people who see him aren’t.

“Where, where, where are you, kleine Maus?” he hauntingly calls out, and his voice echoes back. Niki can hear the sound of your shoes clicking against the ground, and he decides to follow it. He tries his hardest to calm his heart down, but it’s hard to both hold your breath and make sure you’re not nearing cardiac arrest. The racer quickens the paces of his feet, practically jogging towards you as you decide to turn around and forget about the champagne.

Your jacket slips off your shoulders as you whip your body around, and suddenly, you’re pushed against a wall. The brick is painted over with a sort of cream colour. You begin to panic as strong hands keep you from fighting your attacker. “Du bellst wohl nicht nur, kleine Maus,” he notes out loud, and you don’t understand a word of what he’s saying. The voice is familiar, though, except for the fact it’s a few octaves deeper than you last heard.

“Niki?” you question, halting your flailing fists and restless legs. “Yes, kleine Maus?” the man questions and your jaw drops in shock. “What the fuck?! Are you insane? Get off of me!” you scream loudly, and his hopes of getting you still begin to die like a flower in the wintertime. Niki grabs ahold of your wrists in his dominant hand, and he swiftly turns you around and stomps on your ankles. “Help!” you cry out, but his other hand presses your face against the wall.

“Shut up, shut the fuck up,” he orders in your ear, pushing your white ribbon out of your face. You listen to him, but you disobey his commands at the same time. Writhing around, you try to escape the claws that squeeze you tightly, and you fail miserably. “Cute. Now stop fighting me, or else I’ll hurt you so badly you wouldn’t be able to go to anyone for help,” he threatens, and you gulp thickly in fear. Your saliva tastes of alcohol still, and you regret ever coming to the race.

“Good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard. All you need to do is listen to me,” Niki instructs, talking down to you like you’re some child who doesn’t know any better. “Why?” you choke out through gritted teeth. Your cheekbones rub against the brick, and the pain is gruesome. “Because I need to put you in your place. Do you seriously think you can just mouth off to me like that? To disrespect me like that? To prefer that pathetic racer over me?” he asks, and you let out a whimper. Each of his words sinks into you like needles filled with anesthesia.

They numb your mind until you realize what’s really happening, but by then, it’s too late.

“Well, obviously, I prefer James over you! Look at you, you’re rude, and you’re a horrible, shitty person. Now get off of me!” you lash out, even though your body doesn’t move. Niki simply laughs like a maniac, and you find yourself wanting to take back your words. “Maybe I’m so rude because I like you. Like how little boys tease little girls when they have crushes. You do know what a crush is, right? Just making sure since you’re so cold-hearted. Bet you don’t know anything other than hatred,” he spits, and you’re pretty offended.

“I know what you’re talking about! I’ve had feelings for people, okay?” you bite back, and Niki becomes curious. “Really? Let me guess. James Hunt? Some old boyfriend of yours? A man at a party who cleaned you up because you don’t know how to take care of yourself?” the Austrian questions, and you don’t realize who he’s talking about until you look at his hands. They’re the same as those gracious ones, except they’re more rough and lack gentleness. “That was you?” you ask, and you’ve lost all fight in your body at the realization.

“Well, of course, kleine Maus. Someone had to watch your back, and that someone is me! Du bist nicht so klug, wie du dich selbst darstellst, ganz ehrlich. But that’s okay, it’ll be okay. It’ll be just alright now that I’m here to put you in your place,” he reassures you, and you don’t even have the energy to ask him what he means. “Look, I’m sorry, I really am. I’ve learnt my lesson now, can you let me go? I won’t tell anyone, Sir, I promise!” you plea and your words start to blur into one another.

“I don’t think you’re sorry, kleine Maus. I need to do what’s necessary because I’m fucking tired of you and your bullshit,” Niki snaps, and you whimper from the harsh tone of his words. His change in behaviour gives you whiplash, and you realize that there’s no way out of whatever he has planned for you. “So careless, so mean, so ignorant… So clumsy. I guess you aren’t as independent or as strong as you claim to be,” he whispers, and he causes tears to sting your almost empty eyes. They hurt, and they carry such maliciousness to them that you can’t help but be terrified of Niki.

A hand comes up to the waist of your jeans. They flare out at the bottom, and well, they look pretty damn good on you. But maybe a little too good because they make Niki think wild thoughts. He expertly takes the buttons out of their holes, and he unzips your rusted zipper. “P- Please, Niki,” you beg one last time, but Niki ignores you. He pulls down your pants against your protests, and he lets them get tangled with your tired feet. Your bare ass is exposed to the cool air of the arena, and goosebumps begin to rise on your skin.

“Such a lovely ass, kleine Maus. Maybe I should fuck it instead of doing what I had planned. Would you like that?” Niki politely asks, and your eyes nearly fall out of your skull. “N- No, thank you, Niki,” you shakily reject, and he nods. “You see, unlike you, I’m not so mean. So I’ll spare you, but only this once,” he cheerfully tells you, acting as if you’re supposed to start jumping up and down at his words. The closest thing to gratitude he’ll ever get from you is silence.

Niki still has a tight grip on your hands, and with your legs now immobilized from the mess by your feet, you can’t do much to save yourself. He wraps his arm around your waist, and he grabs at the crotch of your panties with no care at all. The cotton bunches up, and his fingers graze lightly against your folds. You try to ignore his touch, but he does the opposite and forces you to focus on it. He’s frozen, and you’re waiting for his next malevolent move. You can hear his heavy breathing, and he angles his digits upwards so he can touch you even more.

You press a fist against the wall, and you try to brace yourself as best as you can. Unexpectedly, a fierce pain strikes you in your hips, and it hurts more than you can describe. His hand has left you, and you can feel the air breeze against your pussy. Your panties are on the floor, ripped into a shred of fabric that no longer has any good use other than reminding you of how you could’ve avoided this entire situation. “I’ll get you better ones, don’t worry,” he reassures you in a humorous manner, and you squeeze your eyes shut in annoyance.

Instead of having your hips jut out for easy access, he pushes your torso against the wall until there’s a pressure inside your stomach. Instead of pain, it’s a sort of tingling sensation that makes your eyes bulge out in shock. “Uhm...” you hesitate, and his ears perk up. “What is it?” he frustratingly asks you, and his harsh tone snivelling. “N- Nevermind,” you mumble, and you just try to take deep breaths. “Are you ever going to shut up?” Niki questions as his other hand skillfully unzips his red overalls.

He’s wearing a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt for the hot weather and occasional coolness. You keep quiet, not sure if you should answer him or not. Niki grumbles in another language that you don’t understand, and you realize that no matter what you do, you’ll always make him angry. Even your begging doesn’t bring you any fruits of labour. Only disappointment.

His shorts join the pile of clothing on the ground, many colours clashing that leave his eyes to be sore. Sunset pink panties, pale blue jeans, vibrant red overalls, and black shorts. It’s a fashionista’s worst nightmare. His hard cock is left in his boxers, and he’s just too impatient to fully undress. He throbs out of want and need, with a swollen tip that leaks with pre-cum. “I know this isn’t so… What’s the word you people use? ...Ah, romantic! I know this isn’t so romantic, but it’s not supposed to be. I’m the only one who’s supposed to enjoy this, not you. So I don’t care if you want to fake a smile or anything like that, all you need to do is not say anything,” he explains, and you nod your head.

“O- Okay, Niki,” you assure, and he lets out a groan that is followed by his tongue clicking against his pearly teeth. “Dumb whore,” he spits, and his hand wraps around your throat. You’re inebriated beyond belief, and you don’t realize he can crush your windpipe in a split second until he whispers in your ear. “Can’t do one thing right, can you?” he retorts. The grip he has on your wrists suddenly loosens up, but you’re too sluggish to fight him. And even if you try, you’ll end up a pathetic loser with even less honour than before.

The fat tip of his large cock presses against your mildly slick pussy. “You’re already wet for me, kleine Maus! Oh, such a whore. You say you don’t want this, yet your little cunt is telling me otherwise. Maybe you should use it to think instead of your empty brain. You’d end up in better places if you did so,” he advises, and you try to tune him out. But he’s like an alarm that just won’t stop until you do something, and yet, you’re helpless. “Ich kann es kaum erwarten, dich zu meiner Hure zu machen. Wie viel verlangen Sie? Einen Dollar? So oder so, du wirst von mir gefickt werden,” Niki snickers, and you have a feeling his words lack kindness.

But who the hell are you to worry about kindness?

Niki pushes his hips forward as his cock slowly sheathes itself inside of your tight pussy. The way you hug him makes him moan immediately, and he wonders if he’s the first you’ve ever had. “Jesus Fucking Christ, you’re so right, kleine Maus,” he groans, slowly bottoming out inside of you. You’re biting down on your wobbly bottom lip, trying your hardest to keep quiet and not let out any cries. The pain is searing. It’s the worst thing you’ve ever felt, and it ingrains itself into your mind until it’s all but an illusion. You’re practically about to be torn in half from his cock, and you’re at an impasse.

The racer curses as his balls rest against your ass, heavy and swollen. He’s deep inside you, filling you up until you’re bursting and you don’t know what to focus on; the pressure in your stomach that just seems to grow with each passing second, or the pain that leisurely turns into pleasure you’ll be addicted to? Everything is so much all at once. “Feel that, kleine Maus? Do you feel how deep inside you I am? Good, because you’ll have to get used to it,” he tells you, and you writhe around.

“So desperate already…” he whispers, watching as you can’t stand still at all. Niki’s hand leaves the base of his cock, as he thrusts his hips forward to elicit a reaction from you. He holds onto you tightly, and your body jerks from his movement. Your swollen stomach is pushed further against the wall, much to your dismay. You let out a gasp, and you try to close your legs as much as Niki will let you. He chuckles before he drags his cock backwards. His tip is the only thing inside you, and he suddenly begins to pump into you roughly. “Oh my God,” you whimper quietly, and your words are drowned out by the sound of skin against skin.

He thrusts up into you at a quick pace, one that your fingers or past lovers could never rival. It seems as though he’s fast when it comes to almost anything. “Die beste Muschi, die ich je hatte,” Niki whispers. Your pussy slickens up as he fucks you, coating him with your sticky wetness. The sight is something to behold, and his cock slips in and out of you with each thrust. “Make some pretty noises, kleine Maus. I want to hear how much of a slut you are for my cock,” he demands, and a loud moan moves past your lips without warning. It’s lewd and pornographic, yet it’s not as debauched as the sounds your wet pussy makes.

“Yeah, that’s more like it, hure,” Niki praises, and you mewl once his cock begins to touch that sweet spot of yours. It makes you go dizzy and hazy, and it also makes your legs weak. You involuntarily stop clenching your thighs together. Each thrust brings you against the wall, and you feel like you’re about to explode. Your pussy clenches down on Niki’s cock tightly, and his motions stutter. “Are you going to come already, my little slut?” he questions, slowing down his thrusts just to see you get frustrated. But the reaction you have is quite the opposite of what he wants, and he’s confused.

You let out a shaky breath that is filled with relief. You try to cross your legs together and push your ass backwards so that you’re far from the wall, even if it means that you’re closer to Niki. Your efforts don’t do much, and you want to wail in defeat. Niki observes you carefully before he shoves you back against the wall. You cry out before whispering a simple ‘please’ to him. He doesn’t realize what you’re talking about until he watches you place one of your hands on your stomach. You splay your fingers out delicately, and Niki chuckles.

The hold he has on your hips goes away, and he reaches for your hand. “Shh, it’s okay,” he reassures, and you furrow your eyebrows in both confusion and surprise. Niki pulls his cock out of you until you’re an empty, gaping mess. Suddenly, he presses down on your bladder until warmth trickles down your legs, soaking the fabric at your feet. A few tears leak from your eyes, and Niki watches as you burn up with embarrassment and shame. The pain and pressure in your abdomen go away as you finally alleviate yourself.

“Dreckig, dreckig, kleine Maus,” he degrades, and you don’t have it in you to be offended. The streams of liquid eventually come to an end, and you’re so ashamed. You press your face against the wall and wait for Niki’s next word. But he doesn’t say anything at all. Zip, zilch, nada. Instead, he pulls his hand away from your stomach and uses it to silently guide his cock back to your drooling, aching hole. “Couldn’t help yourself, I know. It’s okay, it’s not entirely your fault, liebling,” Niki tells you, even though he’s more patronizing than comforting.

“Es ist nicht deine Schuld, dass du nicht weißt, wie man etwas richtig macht. Keine Manieren, keine Höflichkeiten... Ich verstehe, dass du so bist, aber ich bin hier, um dich zu ändern. Ich bin hier, um dir beizubringen, dass du unter mir stehst und dass du nichts anderes tun solltest, als meine Hure zu sein und mich zu verehren,” he continues, and you’ve decided to give up entirely. You forehead rests on the white brick, and Niki begins to fuck you roughly once again.

He pounds against your sweet spot relentlessly, not one error in his rhythmic thrusts. “Poor little thing acts all tough until it comes down to it… And now look at you, you’re a complete mess with my cock stuffed inside this perfect pussy,” Niki grunts, leaning his body forward. His chest is right up against your back, and his chin rests on your sweaty shoulder. Your white ribbon is a tangled mess, the two ends of it twisting together and falling in your face. The silk material is no longer cooling, and the styling purpose of it has lost its touch.

The plunges of his cock are more deep than quick, and each shove of his hips sends you spiralling in pleasure. “F- Fuck,” you moan, seeing stars in your vision as your legs twitch from overwhelming gratification. “Yeah, you like that? You like the way my cock makes your pussy feel, kleine Maus?” he questions, and he further pushes his head down until his mentum digs into your skin. You wail loudly out of pain before nodding your head desperately. Niki squeezes the sides of your neck even more, but he also pushes down on your windpipe until you’re gasping for air.

You wheeze resoundingly, and the sound of you suffering for breath sends even more blood down to Niki’s pulsating cock. “Say it, tell me how much you love my cock and how much of a slut you are for me,” he demands, and you grasp at whatever’s left in your vocabulary. “I- I love your cock, Niki. I’m such a slut for you and your cock. You make me feel so good. I love your cock so much,” you pathetically mewl, and you can feel a form of tightening building up in you. Your lower abdomen burns up with searing flames, ones that trail all the way down to where you’re both connected.

You get wetter and wetter, more loud and desirous as your climax builds up. It’s like a staggering tower that reaches up to the sky and past the clouds; it has an end, but it keeps growing. “Are you going to come, kleine Maus? Are you going to come around my fat cock? I know you are. C’mon, do it,” Niki urges, and you moan his name loudly. “Do it, come on my cock right fucking now, or else I’ll make this worse for you,” he demands, and your back arches violently. You let out a gasp as your jaw goes slack. Red fills your vision, and you’re clamping down on his cock.

You moan his name loudly, and your juices coat his already sticky cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mewl, digging your nails into your skin as you struggle to keep quiet like he ordered you to do. Your pussy spasms wildly, and your clit throbs, desperate for a few fingers to rub it. Your legs shake just a little bit, and you find yourself meeting Niki at his every thrust, desperate to keep going. Your ass moves backwards, and his hips move forwards, and the Austrian fucks you through your orgasm. Your nerves have sparks flying from them, and every part of you is sensitive.

“You’re so pretty when you come, kleine Maus. You look just like a desperate whore,” Niki grunts, and he can feel himself inching closer to his own climax. It’s like the light at the end of a tunnel or the chequered flag that usually waits for him at the race track before he’s announced to be the winner. “I’m gonna come inside you, kleine Maus, even if you don’t want me to. I’m going to fill you up with my seed and make you all nice and round. That way, you’ll know who you belong to, and you won’t be whoring around for the James Hunt you love so much,” he whispers in your ear, and you rapidly shake your head.

No, no, no, no.

“Yes, yes, yes, kleine Maus, you’re going to take my seed because I said so. Now stop fighting me,” he moans in your ear, and his thrusts grow sloppy and lazy. Niki shallowly fucks into you, and his balls begin to tighten up. His chest rises and falls, and he can feel his high beginning to climb up to the sky. Up, up, up, and away. Niki moans out the little pet name he’s applied to you, and he entirely shoves his cock inside you until he can’t move anymore. Growling, he comes inside you without a care in the world.

The raging, red tip of his fat cock is so deep. White ropes of his seed shoot into your womb, filling you up until you’re an upset, messy cumdump. “This is all you’re good for, kleine Maus,” Niki whispers in your ear, reminding you of your so-called place that he believes you belong in. His cum drips down your inner walls and leaks past his cock, and your fluids mix with each other. Niki’s cock twitches inside of you, but he remains as hard as a rock.

“Can’t wait to see you with my baby, kleine Maus. And I can’t wait to see James’s face when he sees you with me. Er wird so schockiert sein, dass sein Gesichtsausdruck unbezahlbar sein wird,” Niki laughs wickedly, and you can’t imagine you’ll ever meet anyone as cruel or as twisted as he is. “Can you get off of me now? I want to go home, and I want to stay as far away from you as I can,” you snap in both annoyance and exhaustion. “Nu-uh,” he tuts in a disciplinary manner. “You’re not going anywhere, kleine Maus,” Niki tells you. He tilts his head up until his lips touch the skin of your ear.

“I still have to celebrate my win with you, and I’ll make sure to push you to the limit, kleine Maus.”

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Keigo Takami | Hawks:

peghawks2020 ★

↳ poor bby can't get himself off

angst to fluff comfort ☁️

↳ Hawks being a lil bitch and apologizing to you

NSFW Alphabet(Cum,Xray) ❃

NSFW Alphabet(Jacking Off) ❃

waxplay ★

↳ what the title says 🥴, rly poggers aftercare, soft kinky

mommy ★

↳ begging to cum inside mommy's pussy

forgetting the anniversary ☁️

↳ taking the worst boyfriend award

balcony ❃

↳ the thrill of people seeing how good he can make you puss feel feeds his ego, don't tell him I snitched

the three of us ★

↳ DabiHawks , poly relationship,v sweet double penetration

wet dreams ❃

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Touya Todoroki | Dabi:

cum soaked silk ★

↳ this isn't how he welcomes all of their recruits

☁️ angst to fluff comfort

↳ when will he stop hurting you? Especially once he feels that you're slipping through his fingers

he's not jealous ★

↳yes he is.

sub!Dabi ★

↳ pampering your lil villain

NSFW Alphabet(Jacking Off) ❃

NSFW Alphabet(Intimacy, Motivation, Unfair) ❃

NSFW Alphabet(Risk, Location, X-Ray) ❃

gunplay ★

↳ you're his crazy little slut and you're making it so so hard not to pull the trigger

chained up ❃

↳ okay chains yeah...but deepthroating tht pierced cock and possibly ripping your throat open?

pervert ★

↳Dabi has a habit of takin everything he wants from your room...it's not his fault tho, you look so pretty humping the pillow

the three of us ★

↳ DabiHawks , poly relationship,v sweet double penetration

crymore ★

↳Shiggy eating you out in front of his friend that gets a boner once he sees your tears

thigh brusing ❃

wet dreams ❃

☁️ simp

↳ how Dabi shows affection, fluffy but has refrence to sex in the end

I run to you ★

↳Reader finds out Touya is alive. Stalker!Reader, succubbus quirk, more plot then you'll see in the rest of my fics combined 💀

facefucking ❃

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Bakugou Katsuki:

kink headcanons ❃

☁️angst to fluff comfort

NSFW Alphabet(Cum, X-Ray) ❃

NSFW Alphabet(Body Part, Favorite Position, Kink, Wild Card, Quickie) ❃

NSFW Alphabet(Cum, Expirience, Hair, Jacking Off, Kink) ❃

angry floor sex ❃

wet dreams ❃

god, making him cry 🥴 ★

↳overstim, cumming untouched

facefucking ❃

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Tomura Shigaraki | Tenko:

Uhm emotional pounding? ★

↳ Tomura isn't convinced that you like him

meeting room ★

↳ He doesn't care where he fucks you. If you want to act up in front of his colleagues then so be it

needy ★

↳moth shiggy has to give u his cummies, please don't laugh at him if he cums fast

NSFW Alphabet(Favorite Position, Motivation, Kink, Volume, X-Ray, Yearning) ❃

NSFW Alphabet(Cum, Dirty Secret, Expirience, Intimacy, Jacking Off) ❃

dryhumping ★

NSFW Alphabet(Risk, Location) ❃

cinema date ★

pegshig2020 ❃

oviposition ❃

↳Montser!Shig supermacy

crymore ★

↳Shiggy eating you out in front of his friend that gets a boner once he sees your tears

thigh bruising ❃

momma ❃

↳Moth!Shig after you give birth to his lil larvas

blackmail ❃

↳noncon-ish, mindbreak, abuse of power

wet dreams ❃

facefucking ❃

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Tamaki Amajiki | Suneater:

☁️ happy tears

☁️ fluff

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Jin Bufuckiticant | Twice:

three is a party ★

↳his quirk was made for this

facesitting ★

↳he needs something to cover his face right👀

(not)just a hookup ★

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Chizome Akaguro | Stain:

breeding/mating ★

↳a/b/o

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Kai Chisaki | Overhaul:

yeah ★

↳angel!reader, making a mess out of your 🐱

☁️ angst to fluff

↳traitor!reader

give you pups ★

↳a/b/o

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Mirio Togata | Lemillion:

☁️ pregnancy/birth fluff

pegmirio2020 ★

cheekybastard ❃

↳flirt battle

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Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead:

☁️ angst to fluff comfort

featherymess ★

↳teacher/student 👀

NSFW Alphabet(Body Part) ❃

wet dreams ❃

facefucking ❃

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Izuku Midoriya | Deku:

☁️angst to fluff comfort

headcanons ❃

↳sub!Izuku

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Kirishima Eijiro | Red Riot:

muzzle. ★

NSFW Alphabet(Jacking Off) ❃

wet dreams ❃

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Shinso Hitoshi:

NSFW(Intimacy, Motivation, Unfair) ❃

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Toyomitsu Taishiro | FatGum:

Cumflation ★

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peachsayshi · 3 years

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Chapter 14 - Jealousy

Summary: you & Gojo have your first fight.

A/N: (18+ / minors and ageless blogs dni) Can I just say thanks for all the love on this fic? Your comments bring me so much joy, you have no idea -like thank you so much for the support I cannot express it enough! These two are trying to figure out where they stand, we are pretty much halfway through the story. Prepare for some angst and feels! 👀 Huge shoutout to the lovely @pensivespecter who made an awesome playlist based on this fic! I listened to it the entire time I was writing 🥺 you gem of a human 💕

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You exhaled, ignoring the way your jaw tightened as you clenched your teeth. Tingling sensations spread between your fingers, static signals reminding you to take a breath as you squeezed your arms. Your narrowed gaze was focused on the clothes that were hanging in a perfectly neat line in your closet but the fabrics blurred into a mesh of colors. You swallowed the lump in your throat, a manifestation of your growing anger that had been brewing ever since your conversation with Satoru earlier this week.

He called you out of the blue, teasing you at first by saying he’s forgotten what your voice sounded like. Despite his playful tone, you could tell there was something off from the way he kept circling around his reason for reaching out.

“Look, I might have done something stupid with someone else. We haven’t uhm-...you and I haven’t been together in a while and things uh-...fuck, well, we had sex and I’m feeling kind of shitty about it...”

A cold chill ran through you, “Oh...”

“If anything it was an accident...” he insisted, a nervous chuckle escaping him. “You know how things get in the heat of the moment...”

“Mmm, yeah, things can...escalate...” you replied through gritted teeth, your heart pounding in your chest upon hearing his confession.

“I swear, my intention wasn’t to fuck her. Just...mess around. You know what I mean?”

How were you supposed to respond to that? Of course you don’t know what he means, and he knew that.

When in the last eight years of your friendship had Satoru ever seen you “mess around” with somebody?

“Hey, you’re not mad, right?” he questioned, a hint of worry in his voice from your lack of response. “You did say I could still see other people...”

“You can do whatever you want, see whoever you want. I just...I hope that this was the only time...”

He clicked his tongue, “What kind of guy do you think I am?”

“The kind of guy whose love life is basically a revolving door of bedroom playmates...”

As quick as you were with that remark, you wished you could take it back immediately, but your friend had already absorbed your snide comment and his silence spoke volumes.

“What does that make you? Another playmate, I guess… would you like me to buy you a pair of bunny ears then? I think it’ll look cute…”

His response was cold enough to make you wince and you gripped the phone tighter against your ear. “Excuse me?”

“If you’re upset with me, just say it…” he added on.

“I’m not...”

“You suck at lying, so don’t bother trying...”

“I’m not lying. Why would I be mad when we could barely stick to our own rules? Knowing you as a person, you were bound to break this rule eventually. Besides, you’ve told me countless times that you don’t commit yourself to anything or anyone, right?”, you heard him sigh with annoyance on the other line but carried on anyway, “I just…I don’t feel comfortable having sex with you if you are hooking up with other people.”

“One person. I fucked one person since this started…and it’s not like I’m hiding it from you...”

“How am I supposed to know that you’re telling me the truth?”

“Because I’m your friend. Do you not trust me?”

Trust, that word hung heavy in the air. You wanted to answer yes almost immediately, because you trusted Satoru blindly, more than anybody else in your life and that scared you. However, he never saw you in the same capacity. Gojo kept so many things from you, and you couldn’t help but think what if the other women were just another one of his secrets that he hid away?

The mere thought of sharing him with somebody else made your skin crawl.

“I’m sorry that I can’t change what happened,” he reiterated, interrupting your thoughts and bringing you back to the forefront of the conversation.

“Whatever, it’s not a big deal. Thanks for telling me, I guess,” you replied.

“I would say you’re welcome but I don’t want to piss you off more than I have…”

“I’m not pissed…”

“Uh-huh…” Satoru pressed, hoping to tackle you into submission.

“I’m hanging up now.”

You didn’t even realize how upset you were until you ended the call and found yourself shaking.

Irrational, was the first word that popped in your mind, you’re being irrational...

Yes, he shouldn’t have had sex with somebody else but there is no real reason for you to get so worked up about what happened. You weren’t exclusively hooking up with him and he had zero commitments to you. Those thoughts consistently passed through your mind as you tried ignoring your growing vexation. However, no matter how hard you distracted yourself, you couldn’t escape the thought of Gojo being pleasured by somebody while you were at home aching for him.

Oh, how that made you simmer with annoyance…and how easily it brought up painful memories…

Your friend had no idea that he rubbed salt on an open wound. Maybe if you told him about Haru cheating on you he might have been considerate of your feelings before choosing to fuck somebody else. He had no idea how much Haru messed you up, harming your ability to trust on levels that you didn’t even know how to fix.

Until you could get over this false sense of betrayal, you decided to avoid seeing Gojo. You didn’t want to pick an unnecessary fight with him. He sked you not to overthink what the two of you were doing, and you were having a hard time letting go of your irritation. However, just because you wouldn’t allow yourself to have any ill feelings that didn’t mean you couldn’t get even.

Tonight you made plans with yourself to go out for some mindless fun but there was a clear agenda in your head on what kind of fun you were looking for. Finally brushing aside the white-haired sorcerer from clouding your mind, you pulled out your shortest black dress that you could find before slipping on your favorite pair of high heels. You threw on a leather jacket, one that would do very little to keep you warm from the chilled weather this evening but enough to make you comfortable until you reached the bar. You applied your make up with intention, highlighting your face to accentuate every feature that would make someone’s head turn. A little tint on the cheeks and a bold color to emphasize your lip before finally sharpening the angle around your eyes to enhance the mysterious gaze that you would throw on some lucky stranger tonight.

***

Rina called you while you were in the taxi, asking if you wanted to hang out at her place and eat steamed dumplings. While the offer was tempting, you politely declined and informed her that you already had plans for the evening. The car pulled up to the street, and you said your goodbye before exhaling to calm your nerves then hanging up the phone, doing your best not to change your mind from the decision you already made.

The bar was located in an obscure location somewhere in the city, about thirty minutes away from where you lived. You decided on the place based on Rina’s recommendations, as she always prided herself in knowing the latest hot spots when it came to all things food and beverage. The entrance was in the corner of an alley, the door leading you to a staircase that traveled to the basement of one of the buildings.

Neon red enveloped you, tinting every inch of space from corner to corner, creating a full monochrome experience. An impressive selection of alcohol bottles were displayed in the back, the shelf almost reaching the ceiling of the bar. The place itself is already packed with people, the noises of their conversation ebbed with the music playing through the speakers. With your head held high, you slowly approached an empty seat at the counter of the bar, slipping off your jacket as you made yourself comfortable.

The bartender caught your gaze, “what can I get you?”, she asked with a smile that showed off her dimples.

“One umetini, please,” You replied, placing both your hands on the counter and tapping your finger nervously against the smooth wood.

She nodded her head, “would you like me to set up a tab for you?”

“Yes, please…” you answered again, unsure as to why you were suddenly overcompensating with your polite tone.

The bartender swayed to the back like a dancer, her movements fluid with the rhythm of the music. You fiddled with your hands, looking at your phone screen occasionally as you were unsure what to do with yourself. You could see the unread text messages from Satoru, who had been persistent on reaching out, but refused to give in to your curiosity to see what he had to say.

You glanced around the room watching as groups of friends laughed and conversed while couples whispered in each other’s ear. You had your expectations for tonight but you were already starting to feel like the odd one out in a sea of strangers.

Relief rushed through you as the bartender placed your drink down on a napkin. You took one long sip, allowing the liquor to coat the back of your throat.

Satoru probably never had the experience of sitting uncomfortably alone at a bar. Being as attractive as he is, people naturally flocked to him and this has happened countless times in front of you. You’ve seen some of the prettiest girls say hello to to him, their body language telling you that they were more than just acquaintances from the way they would kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear. You’ve seen random strangers ask him to pose for a photo thinking he was some kind of fashion model, and you were there rolling your eyes as you watched your friend play along with his good looks and charm. Then there were the ones who would shyly approach him, cheeks flushed and words coming out in gibberish as they would ask him out on a date. He always declined before walking away and making teasing comments about how cute they looked all flustered as they made their attempt.

Your face grew hot, knowing that you were just the one of the many who did the same when you showed up at his apartment with the proposition of you both hooking up.

By the time you were given your second drink, your tense muscles had relaxed. You were even humming along to the music that was playing, your chin resting against the palm of your hand while your other finger swirled along the rim of your martini glass. A buzz tingling from the tip of your finger to your toes, numbing all the parts of you that hurt.

When you looked up is when noticed the gentleman seated on the opposite side of the bar, his attention completely zeroed on you as he sipped his beverage. You couldn’t really tell from the light, but he seemed relatively handsome with dark hair that reached his shoulders, his narrowed gaze emphasized by his thick brows and angular eyes. His lips curved into a beautiful smile, making you sit upright as you dragged your finger from the rim to the stem of your glass. A match made on queue, and the adrenaline pulsed through you as you found yourself returning a grin: an invite that asked him to join you.

You could see he was tall, his height dwarfing almost everyone in the room. One hand was in the pocket of his slacks, the other nursing his drink as he navigated himself towards you. You cleared your throat, taking another sip then smoothing out your dress, your eyes glimmering with anticipation as you met his stare once more.

“Hi,” he spoke, his deep voice cool and collected. He leaned against the bar, leaving very minimal space between you both.

“Hello, yourself…” you replied, spreading your lips as you maintained that flirtatious grin.

A shiver ran up your arm when he boldly gave you a good once over of your entire outfit, taking a sip of his own drink to stop himself from beaming with approval.

“You here alone?”

You nodded your head.

“Hmm, I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your night out.”

“Not at all. What brings you here this evening?”

You learned that the stranger worked at a tech company and was in the city for a couple of weeks on a business trip. He was supposed to be here tonight with one of his co-workers but they were feeling unwell and cancelled on him last minute.

You couldn’t help but thank your lucky stars for it - if you were planning on having sex with a random guy the best thing is to ensure you would not run into him again after tonight.

The conversation flowed lightly but your words were tainted with false enthusiasm, you were speaking to him but nothing scratched the surface of wanting to know more about the other person. He didn’t ask about your interests or hobbies, keeping the narrative strictly on his experience in the city so far and what he has been doing. In return, you gave him some anecdotes about your own work life and suggested a few places he might be able to visit while he still had time. He was waiting to make a proper move, taking control of the conversation for the most part. You were grateful for it in a way, finding it easier to nod and feign laughter as you were mustering up your own courage to push things a little further.

With Haru, it took you months before you were even able to kiss him. Every time he tried you would dodge his advances, making him question if you were even interested in him but you just needed the time to build the right connection.

Sometimes you wondered why it was so easy for you to proposition Satoru. Once you settled your mind on making that decision, you knew there was no other person you could approach with such trust.

Trust…there it was again, only this time it stung.

Things were easier when this started, you didn’t feel a weight against your chest every time your friend crossed your mind. All you could hear was a big fat “I told you so” in your head, with your conscious mimicking Rina’s voice.

Maybe pushing yourself out of your comfort zone will be just the thing you need to detach yourself from you relying on Satoru entirely.

After all, this isn’t fair to him.

You couldn’t burden him with the stuff you haven’t worked through yet, nor could you blame him for wanting to sleep with other people. A week ago you might have been curious if maybe he felt the change in your relationship as you did, but circumstances have proved otherwise. You decided in that moment that you needed to end this entanglement you put yourself in.

Even though stopping is the last thing you wanted.

The night was turning up, the bar at max capacity with people bustling around. The scent of bitter liquors and cigarette smoke was putting you in a daze. You were distracted by your own thoughts that you had stopped paying attention to what the stranger had been talking about. You pushed your drink away, feeling the room spin. You wanted to leave, the thought of sitting in comfy pajamas with Rina while eating delicious dumplings feeling ideal right about now…

But, you were trying to prove to yourself that you could follow through with your plan.

You just wanted someone to hurt the way you did, even if that someone was your friend.

The stranger leaned down, bringing his lips to your ear. “You look like you could use some fresh air. Want to step out for a minute?”

“Please,” you exhaled, reaching for your wallet as you tried to pull out your credit card, trembling slightly from how anxious the fast paced music is making you feel.

The man gently placed his hand on yours, before giving you a subtle wink. “I’ve got this…”

After he paid, he waited by your side as you slipped your leather jacket back on. You stood up on shaky legs, giving him the opportunity to slip his arm around your waist to help you stand upright. The alcohol coursed through you, playing with your senses and making your stomach flip in the process. He guided you through the crowd and up the stairs, your mind sending a giant alert to your system from the awareness of him securing himself around your waist.

Once you were out the front door, you had to blink a few times to adjust to the setting around you. The veil of red was removed and in turn color began seeping back in. The chill hit you next, piercing right through you and making you cross your arms over your chest. The stranger led you between the alley of the building, hiding you both in the shadows.

“Fresh air doing you any good?” He asked genuinely.

“Yes, it was starting to feel really stuffy in there,” you replied as you leaned against the wall.

The stranger cleared his throat, “I know there are a couple more bars just around this area. Would you be interested in checking them out?”

“Uhm...” you pressed your lips together, lifting your heel slightly off the ground as you weighed your options.

In that moment you knew that the initial allure that engaged you to the handsome stranger who sat across from you had disappeared the minute you both stepped outside. Your desire to seek out something dangerous replaced with the sheer fact that you suddenly felt incredibly exposed in the dress you were wearing. Your toes pinched in your shoes, the sides of your feet rubbing against the material and making you wish you opted for something with a little more comfort while the aroma of the establishment surrounded you, nestling it’s scent perfectly between each strand of your hair.

“I just need a minute from the sensory stimulation,” you explained, giving the stranger a hopeful smile. “I don’t do too well with crowds in small spaces.”

“You know,” he continued, taking a few steps closer towards you, his height almost daunting as he gazed down at you with soft eyes. “My hotel isn’t that far from here. If you like, we can head back there? No crowds, no fuss. And I’m sure we’ll enjoy each other’s company...”

Your words were caught in your throat; you were expecting this but the reality of your situation made every fiber of your being want to say no. However, your vindictive heart was overriding your rational thought.

“Listen, I hope I wasn’t getting the wrong idea about tonight...” the stranger carried on, knitting his brows together out of concern.

“No, not at all!” you answered back, biting your bottom lip and noting the way his eye lingered on the action. “I’m just considering if that’s something I would like to do...”

The stranger smiled, flashing you a perfect set of pearly white teeth. He placed both his hands down by the each side of your face, before leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours.

“How about you give me a chance to convince you instead?”

You barely had a second to protest, before he silenced you with a kiss.

***

Gojo scrolled through the many unanswered text messages that he sent you. Swiping up and down the conversation as he reread them over and over again. The dull pain in his chest bothered him to no end, and he knew it was because you were ignoring him. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes from behind his shades.

Why wouldn’t you just talk to him?

Hell, you could spend an hour yelling at him to get your irritation out of your system but the silent treatment was completely torturous. The two of you have never gone this long without speaking to one another, and his guilt continued to fester as time went by, the shadow of his regret looming heavily over him like a dark cloud.

“Gojo-sensei...” Yuuji groaned, slamming his forehead against his mentor’s shoulder. “If we don’t eat soon, I might die.”

“You just placed your order,” Nanami replied from the seat across the table, “be grateful that they agreed to seat us even though they should have closed thirty minutes ago.”

Itadori pouted, leaning on the surface as he huffed. “Ugh, don’t make me feel bad. If I knew our day would have lasted this long, I would packed a snack or something...”

Gojo wasn’t paying attention to what his co-worker and student were saying. He just tagged along one of their training sessions because he didn’t want to have to sit through another night by himself.

His finger hovered above the keyboard, wondering if he should send you another text but this time he couldn’t figure out what to say without coming off as desperate at this point.

Suddenly, a call came through, prompting the sorcerer to knit his brows as he saw Rina’s name flash before his screen.

“I’ll be right back,” he informed the pair who were too busy engrossed in their own conversation.

Gojo stepped out of the small sushi establishment to answer her, surprised when Rina asked if he could put you on the line. When he informed her that the two of you weren’t together she went quiet.

“She told me she had plans, I just assumed she was with you...”

“Nope, not tonight,” Gojo replied, straining to get those words out through gritted tonight. “Why can’t you reach her? Is something wrong?”

Rina hummed, “No, no...it’s nothing serious, she’s at Red and might just be busy. I'll try to get through her tomorrow morning.”

Gojo sighed, “yeah, probably...If I get a hold of her I’ll ask her to reach out to you.”

“That would be great, thanks...”

After he said his goodbye, he mindlessly stared at the device in his hand unable to ignore the sinking sensation from how strange that conversation felt once he hung up the phone.

You weren’t exactly a socialite; Gojo could count all of your closest friends on his hand. He knew that himself and Rina were the only two people who lived in the city that you hung out with on a consistent basis. There was no way you would be galavanting with your co-workers, considering most of them were mysogynistic assholes that you could barely stand.

He was sifting through all this information in his head, his heart stopping at the thought that there was an extremely high chance that you might be out meeting somebody else.

When he stepped back into the restaurant he was a bit disoriented by the revelation, merely informing Nanami and Itadori that something came up and he had to leave

“What about your food?” Nanami asked, “You ordered enough for six people.”

“You can have Ijichi drop it off at my place...”

Nanami scowled, “you forget I am not your assistant, Gojo-san...”

“I know but I still appreciate everything that you do for me, Nanamin!” The sorcerer sang, as he backed his way out of the restaurant before flashing him a thumbs up.

He could see his co-worker grimace through the window but matters were drawing his attention other than Nanami’s usual disdain towards him.

Gojo was quick directing himself to the bar once he searched for the address on his phone. He was fully aware of the scene he could potentially be stumbling upon. Maybe you were already tangled up in another man’s arms while nuzzling against their neck, or sharing a laugh while the two of you were conversing over drinks…

Jealousy is a strange feeling for Gojo since he wasn’t used to it. He always got whatever he wanted but you were completely intangible. Rarely had the sorcerer ever been told that he wasn’t able to have something or achieve his goals, but on this occasion the circumstances were out of his hands.

If he really tried back then, he definitely could have seduced you from the man you were so desperately in love with. Gojo has thought about it multiple times but the consensus he came to was the fact that it would be completely self serving and eventually you would grow to resent him for ruining your relationship with Haru.

Instead of allowing his envy to dwell, he brushed it aside for the sake of the bond you both shared; a friendship that meant more to him than you knew, especially since it was around the time when Suguru had completely detached himself from Gojo’s life.

He sighed, if only you knew just how important you were to him. Then again, he never made a conscious enough effort to tell you. You never cared about the things that made him who he was, his lineage carried no weight in the conversations you shared nor did his wealth and power. For him it was refreshing to be around somebody that gave him a sense of normalcy, which meant that he could only push his boundaries so far.

Over time the green that tinted his eyes seeped into the back of his mind where Gojo tucked it away in a perfect box, much like every other uncomfortable thing he’s ever encountered in his life.

Gojo figured he might have a chance after your break up but everyone could see how much that killed you, including him. He never understood why you tried to hide the pain but he never questioned it either. On top of that, he made a stupid promise to Rina not to cross the line with you, which effectively kept him from trying up until this point.

It would never work, Suguru stated in his head, You know that though, right? What more could you offer her than this?

Gojo wished he could erase the harsh truth. Having sex is one thing, but he knew what your expectations were when it came to relationships. You didn’t deserve to be with somebody who would always be half in, who could only provide you with fifty percent of the things you asked of him. He could never give you the ideal marriage you strived for, could never fully let you into his own world since his name alone would put your entire life at risk.

What is the point in pursuing something that was doomed to remain stagnant?

Beyond the barriers that withheld him from committing himself to you, if any of his enemies were to find out how much you meant to him…

A shiver brushed past him knowing how easily they could erase you from his life.

He already had one ghost haunting him, he didn’t need another.

Gojo paused when he arrived at the correct street, sensing your presence almost instantly. He managed to lead himself to you without thinking things through but reassured that he wouldn’t interrupt your night if he knew you were enjoying yourself. He wasn’t about to put a damper on your weekend just because he couldn’t stand the idea of you getting your kicks.

That was the logical thing to do until he peaked into the alley where he witnessed two bodies veiled in black, with one pressed against the wall of the building.

Gojo tightened his fist as his attention focused on the man kissing you, forcefully stopping himself from immediately wanting to rip out his tongue. Then, as his gaze shifted onto your face, his annoyance withered away when he began registering your response to the stranger.

Your body was frigid, frozen in time and space while your hands gripped onto the man’s forearms. Gojo watched as you tugged away from the kiss, nudging the gentleman forward to give yourself a little bit of space. The man was saying something in return but Gojo could see the resistance in your eyes and it was enough for him to disappear from where he stood.

You had pushed him to his limit and he’s had enough of this game.

***

You had to hand it to the man for approaching the kiss with confidence but the entire time his mouth was on yours, you were aware of how wet his tongue felt. The taste of his drink lingered, as well as the tobacco that revealed to you that he was a smoker. You found yourself grading his action, if you weren’t so tense about the situation you might actually enjoy him kissing you. He wasn’t bad at it but you were clearly kidding yourself into thinking that you could do this.

You pushed him away, ignoring how clammy your skin felt and how much your feet was now beginning to throb.

“I-uh...I appreciate the effort but I think I might just call it a night if that’s okay with you...”

You could see the frustration his eye but he wasn’t showing it on his face. Instead, he merely tilted his head to the side and smirked, “I think you just need to relax...” he teased, the hand that was secured around your waist guiding it’s way down to the hem of your dress. “There’s no need to be so uptight, I meant what I said that I think the two of us could have a lot of fun together. Besides, you’re just so beautiful...”

Goosebumps raised along your skin as his hand slipped underneath your dress to squeeze your inner thigh, making you tremble where you stood.

“You just have to give it a chance, but if you say no, I will walk away right now...”

The answer was on the tip of your tongue and it was an easy one to give. All your efforts to push yourself out of your comfort zone tonight resulted in nothing but you landing back on square one. There was no way you could pretend that you wanted this no matter how hard you tried.

At the end of the day there was only one person you wanted to kiss but you were still furious at the white haired idiot for unintentionally hurting you.

You were exhausted, the alcohol was making you queasy and you were cold.

You were ready to go home.

As you parted your lips to give your answer, the stranger’s seductive eyes widened in sheer panic as he tilted his head down to look at his own hand. Slender white fingers circled his forearm, the figure appearing out of thin air as he stood close to the man. You didn’t even recognize Satoru in the spur of the moment until you watched him pull the stranger’s hand away and shove him, before taking a stand to separate you both.

“Who the hell are you?!” the stranger spat, slightly afraid of the unknown man who made his presence known.

“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out!” Gojo replied enthusiastically, as he took a step forward towards him.

Your brain was still registering what was happening, your attention fixated on Gojo’s shoulders. Finally mustering up the courage, a whisper escaped you as you called for him, “Satoru…what are you doing here?”

“Hmm?” He replied, glancing at you from over his shoulder. “Oh, I was taking a late night stroll…”

You scoffed, “I meant, what are you doing here. In front of me…right now…”

“Wait, you know this guy?!” The other man interjected as he attempted to get closer towards you.

Gojo immediately raised his finger to stop him, “Uh…don’t even think about it. I don’t want to have to do anything I might regret…”

“Okay, I don’t know what your deal is but we were kind of in the middle of something…” the stranger argued, wanting to brush past your friend but found himself unable to move.

“W-Wha…”

You raised your brows, realizing that Satoru was using his infinity to physically keep the distance between you both.

The sorcerer leaned forward, pulling his glasses down his nose as he stared at the stranger menacingly, “do yourself a favor and fuck off.”

Whatever fight the man had to persist coaxing you into his bedroom dissipated almost instantly. You’ve never heard Gojo speak in such a threatening tone before and it was enough to scare the man to slowly back away.

“Look, I’m not here for any trouble. I thought she was single…”

“I am single!” you answered back, peeling yourself off the wall as you found your place by Gojo’s side. “And why are you speaking on my behalf?!”

“I’m not, you’re the one just standing their in silence,” your friend replied with a nonchalant shrug.

“Okay, you know what…” the stranger interrupted raising his hands in defeat. “As much as I want to get laid tonight, this isn’t worth it. I’ll leave you two to figure out…whatever is happening right now…”

The heat on your face warmed your entire body. You were so embarrassed by the interruption that you couldn’t even respond with an apology. The stranger from the bar turned his heel and walked in the other direction, leaving you and Satoru behind.

“You better have a good explanation for this…” you stated, flickering your attention to him as you tensed with frustration.

“What’s there to explain? I was on a stroll when I saw you and it looked like you were in trouble. I was being chivalrous by stopping that creep from taking advantage of you…”

“Chivalrous?! You call that chivalry?!”

“You know, a thank you might be nice…”

“Thanks for what?! Making me look like a complete fool in front of the attractive guy I met tonight?! He was doing nothing wrong!”

Satoru angled his body to face yours, “You thought he was attractive? Doesn’t seem like your type to be honest…”

You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest as you closed the gap of space while staring at him with raging eyes.

“Do not brush this off. You know you had absolutely no right to do that!”

“Well, excuse me for thinking I was doing you favor…”

“You weren’t!”

“I guess he must have been a terrible kisser, you seemed completely petrified…”

Your mouth circled, taken aback by his comment with the need to defend yourself becoming apparent. “I was not…”

“Ha! You mean to tell me you were actually enjoying that?” He lifted his shades, his baby blues radiating in the darkness. “Now, we both know that’s not you react if you’re really into it…”

You wanted to smack that smug grin off his face, choosing your words carefully for your rebuttal. “As a matter of fact, I was just about to ask him if we could back to his hotel for some privacy. You know, before we got too carried away in the heat of the moment right here on the street…”

A wicked lie but you fired your shot using Satoru’s own words against him. You could see the way the confidence fell from his face, hating that you enjoyed the second of pain.

“It’s not like I’m breaking any rules…”

Satoru clenched his jaw, “Does it look like I give a fuck about our rules right now? Instead of just talking me about why you’re upset, you decided to what? Punish me for sleeping with someone else?”

“You deserve it!”

You swallowed hard, shocked by how loud your voice grew with your response. You drew your attention to your arms holding you protectively as you shifted uncomfortably on your feet. The silence that followed hung heavily around you both. You were still simmering, knowing full well that this was not how the night was supposed to go.

“Don’t forget that I have no obligations to you, that comes with strings, which you made very clear from the start wouldn’t be attached to our arrangement…” Satoru spoke in a low tone, shaking his head in disbelief as an exasperated exhale escaped him. He brought the tips of his fingers underneath your chin before raising your head high. “Whether or not you think I deserve it, I’ve had to watch you pine after a man I couldn’t stand for years. One more night isn’t going to make a difference to me…”

You parted your lips at his confession, but he trailed his hand down to yours, interlacing his fingers as he proceeded to walk away.

“It’s getting late, we should get you home.”

***

The first time you and Gojo ever held hands was during the walk back to your place. His grip was secure around yours and you were quite aware of the size difference. He was guiding you with his long strides, forcing you to keep up but slowed his pace whenever he noticed you wobble on your heels. You walked until he managed to make it to one of the train stations.

Inside the train, the two of you found your place standing among the crowd. You were holding onto one the rails for support, but when the train halted at it’s first stop, you lost balance and tumbled into Satoru’s arms. He held you in place as you looked up, the two of you finally making eye contact after ignoring one another.

Your heart pounded uncontrollably in your chest and it has not stopped since Satoru let his comment slip. His words left you in a spiral of confusion; but you were now suffering from regret regarding your plans, since he admitted that it would have been redundant.

Since he admitted that he’s always been jealous of Haru…or at least, that’s how you understood it…

On your way back to your apartment, you began assessing the mess that was the night. You were tired of blaming yourself for a past that you couldn’t change and felt shameful for trying to drag Satoru into your issues. Despite the bliss that came out of this arrangement, the negative development of this week proved to you that you were not willing to put your friendship with him on the line.

As he dropped you off to your place, he waited as he watched you unlock the door to your apartment. With the key still in your hand you paused for a moment, considering your option of confronting his truth.

However, as much as you wanted Satoru to explain himself, tonight was a clear indication that you couldn’t bury yourself in something complicated. You needed to figure yourself out without the influence of somebody else around you, even though you actively kept avoiding that one option.

“You were right, about what you said. I didn’t want to hook up with that guy, I only said that because I wanted to make you angry…” you admitted softly, unable to turn around and look him in the eye in the hopes that it might be easier. “I think-I think we should stop this…”

You could hear him breathe soothingly behind you, your voice wavering as you continued, “…this is getting complicated, don’t you think?”

“Is that what you want? For us to go back to the way things were?” He seriously questioned.

You nodded your head, hoping that the gesture was enough for him to understand.

A shiver ran up your neck, feeling him brush the hair from your ear as he brought his lips down close to your skin.

“Fine by me,” he murmured, “but there’s something you should know…”

You closed your eyes, his fresh cologne enveloping you like a blanket of comfort.

“The woman I slept with…I only did it because of how much I missed you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you the entire time we were together. I always end up thinking about you…”

You inhaled, the words pouring out of him drowning you slowly. “Satoru…”

“I know I fucked up but I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I would never do that.”

“Wait, just…”

However, when you tried to turn your heel to face him, you felt his hands hold you by your hips to keep you in place.

“Give Rina a call before you head to bed. She was trying to get a hold of you earlier.”

He didn’t say goodbye but let go of you as he made his exit. You couldn’t remember how long you were standing outside your door for but the tears that streamed down your face brought you back to your senses as you finally made your way inside.

Nothing is supposed to change but you knew that things would never be able to return back to normal.

***

CHAPTER 15: UNREQUITED

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