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toruro · 1 year ago

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— ✧ back to december

a part of flower me with love ... an hhu unit x flowers collection !

genre: smut (18+ / mdni), fluff, angst (resolved!), best friends to strangers to lovers

description: it's been four months and twenty-two days since you've last talked to mingyu, however your mother still thinks you two are friends. you don't have the heart to tell her what really happened, and now you think it's time for you to move on. (un?)fortunately for you though, mingyu seems to have other plans.

inspired by back to december by taylor swift!

tags: miscommunication, unrequited love (not fr though), big dick mingyu, sex in a car >_<, riding, fingering, pet names (angel, pretty), creampie :3

w/c: 4.3k

a/n: happy birthday @gyuswhore!!! this fic is for em but if not em and ur reading it i hope u enjoy too. this is like 2/3 plot and 1/3 smut if anyone cares

Normality is bliss.

That’s what you used to tell yourself. That’s what you used to believe.

Normality was bright mornings, crisp air, slow walking down the main street, inhaling the ambrosial scent of freshly roasted coffee beans, and slipping under the fairy lights that hang over the door. It was the warm sound of the overhead bell ringing, permeating laughter in the cafe from all customers, and daisies in a pot by the entrance.

Normality was Mingyu. His bright laugh as you approach the counter, sweet voice as he playfully asks you what drink you’d like, to which you roll your eyes and respond with, “You already know, don’t you?” It was the chuckle he would let out, the wink he flashed at you, murmuring the words, “It’s on the house” (because with Mingyu, it was always on the house), the thanks you give him before stepping back.

Normality was the latte he handed you, rough yet ginger fingers brushing over your palm as he warned you, “Careful, it’s hot,” and the giggle you let out when you stepped back and asked how his morning was going. It was Mingyu telling you nothing special happened yet. It was Mingyu suggesting that you two hang out at the field after he’s done with work. It was you grinning and agreeing in an instant, but only under the condition that he picks you up after your class.

Normality was bliss until four months and twenty-two days ago.

Now, normality hurts like a bitch.

Your mother glances at you from the corner of her vision as you rummage through the fridge. “What’re you looking for?”

“Some bread,” you murmur. “Was really craving a tomato sandwich … Damn, we’re seriously out of white bread?” you ask, giving up with a sigh as you close the door and face her.

She shrugs. “If it’s not in the fridge then I guess so. We’re low on produce too actually … I’d be surprised if you find tomatoes in there too,” she says. You purse your lip, shuffling through the different rows of cabinets to find something to throw together to take for lunch as your mother continues to speak. “You think you could stop by the grocery store after class today and pick up some stuff?”

“Yeah sure,” you reply casually.

“Ah, I wish Mingyu still stopped by with the groceries,” your mother says, and the sudden mention of his name has you halting your movements as you reach for a croissant, before you inhale deeply and go back to doing your own thing.

“Yeah,” you say quietly, clearing your throat after the word comes out horsley.

“You know why he stopped doing that?”

You try not to think about how you still haven’t told your mother that you and Mingyu don’t talk anymore.

“Uhh, I guess uni’s been getting to be a lot of work,” you tell her. “We’re both taking way harder classes so, uh, I guess he doesn’t have the time.”

“Hmm, yeah makes sense. You’re always swamped up in that room of yours ‘cause of work too … haven’t seen you two hang out in a while actually.”

You chew on your lip, staring down at your little bag for lunch and the croissant that sits inside. You wonder if you’ll even have the appetite to eat anything today after this conversation.

“We’re just busy. It’s harder to talk now.” It’s not entirely a lie. Grabbing the bag and picking up your backpack, you turn to face your mother who’s scrolling on her phone. “I’m gonna go now. My first class is starting soon.”

Now, normality is huffing as you get into your car, wishing you had a coffee next to you, but being too full of cowardice to head over to the cafe.

(“Go to a different cafe!” is what common sense would tell you, but common sense doesn’t listen to a love that has been betrayed. No other latte tastes the same, but you know that’s only because no other latte has been made by Mingyu.)

You pick up groceries on the way home.

Now, normality is staring at the daisies that are on display as you walk through the front doors of the store and reminiscing. It’s wondering what once was, and what could have been, if you decided to keep your silly feelings to yourself.

Normality is regretting. Regretting ever opening your mouth and telling Mingyu four months and twenty-two days ago that you loved him, and that you had loved him for not one, not two, not five, but ten damn years, because that was when you two met, and you always loved Kim Mingyu, but you should have known that not once did he love you back. Not how you would’ve wanted anyways.

Normality is wondering. Wondering if Mingyu would still be dropping off groceries if you hadn’t told him that you loved him, if he hadn’t told you he didn’t know what to tell you. Wondering if he thinks of you now. Wondering if he has any regrets. Wondering if he’s okay, but you lost the chance to know the answer to that question four months and twenty-two days ago. Wondering if—

Tomatoes. You need to buy the tomatoes, and the bread, some green beans, spinach, bell pepper, and more cheese, milk, maybe some butter, and—what was it that your mother told you to get? Oh, some strawberries.

You need to get all of these things, but there were no daisies on the list, so how did a bouquet full of them end up in your cart? You tell yourself you picked them up because they’re on sale, but you know the real reason is because you miss Mingyu.

Directing your attention back to the list you were sent on your phone, you hum lowly to yourself as you push your cart through the aisles. Checking items off your notes app, you exist with just yourself, your tomatoes, and fresh daisies as you try and finish these groceries before it gets too late into the evening.

Staring at your screen, you almost don’t notice that the dairy aisle isn’t empty until you bump into someone. “Sorry,” you mutter quickly, “I—” The words get caught in your throat when you see just exactly who you’ve hit.

Averting your gaze quickly, you wonder if Mingyu will respond, but you choose to scurry away quickly instead, because as cowardly as it sounds, you’re not sure if you’re ready to hear his voice again.

You’re not sure why your heart beats so fast when you escape into another aisle. Maybe it’s because you couldn’t read the look on his face for the brief second that your eyes met.

(Ten years of being best friends and you somehow don’t know what he’s thinking. Can four months and twenty-two days really change a person that much? Or did you never know Kim Mingyu in the first place?)

When you get home, your mother asks you where you got the daisies from. You tell her Mingyu gave them to you, because you want to convince her that you two are still best friends, and maybe—just maybe—you’re trying to convince yourself of it too.

You decide to buy a latte five days later. Mingyu never worked the evening shifts, so you’re confident you’ll get one of the other’s as the barista if you walk in past 6pm. Seokmin’s always nice. He doesn’t make the latte’s as sweet as you like—more specifically, as sweet as Mingyu made them—but he’s kind and always cheery.

When you walk in today, the pot by the door is empty. There are no more daisies, and you wonder if this is what has become of normality.

Your eyes glaze over the familiar setting, breathing in the sweet, rusty smell of coffee, and you smile watching all the cafe-goers laugh along with each other in their seats. All is going well, and you’re telling yourself that maybe this new normal isn’t too bad. That you’ve lived with it for four months and twenty-seven days, and so you can live with it longer and—

Your heart plummets when you see who's working the register today.

Maybe you really never knew Kim Mingyu, because you swore he hated the evening shifts, but here he is with a neatly tied apron, smiling while he talks to some girl across the counter. And his toothy grin is so bright and you aren’t sure if you’re seeing things correctly because everything sound has turned to a white rush in your ears and your vision blurs because you are once again awarded the painful reminder that you are in love with Kim Mingyu.

You thought your heart broke right in two back in December, but you hear it crack in this moment and realize that this was the final blow.

There are tears in your eyes, and you don’t know how long you stand there, until you hear your name. Seokmin is calling for you, and when you look up there’s no girl at the counter and it’s just Mingyu and Seokmin staring at you.

And you wonder briefly if you should be glad that Mingyu looks concerned but you don’t have time to dwell on the fact because Seokmin calls for you again—“Hey, are you okay? You—you’re crying”—and fuck, you’ve just humiliated yourself, so with fat tears hitting the dark wood ground you turn on your heel and rush out the door.

You keep thinking and wondering and regretting and you hate it all because regret has become normality, but regret is not a bliss.

You walk down the street, and you keep walking and walking and walking until you realize you forgot where you parked the car but none of that matters because all you’re thinking about is Mingyu’s smile, and how he doesn’t smile at you anymore. And so you walk faster and cry a bit harder until you’re so far down the street you don’t even know where you are anymore but it doesn’t matter because you don’t know who you’ve become.

And there’s footsteps thudding behind you—are you going to get kidnapped now? Fuck, you’ve already had the most horrendous sequence of events that could possibly happen to you in the span of five minutes, and now it’s going to get worse? If this goddamn kidnapper could just target you any other day, then maybe you wouldn’t whip around with tearful eyes, shouting into the dark: “Please don’t kidnap me! I’ll go with you any other day but—Mingyu!?”

His tall figure is hunched over, hands over his thighs as he heaves for breath, craning his neck to look up at you. “Kidnap you? Why in the world would I kidnap you?” he asks through harsh breaths. “Fuck, you walk so fast,” he groans, finally standing up as you furiously wipe your tears away in an attempt to actually make sense of this situation.

“I—” You want to reply, but then it hits you that this is the first time Mingyu has spoken to you in four months and twenty-seven days, and the thought is dizzying. “I don’t know,” you tell him, because you really don’t know. You don’t know a damn thing.

Mingyu looks at you with a look that you, once again, can’t seem to read. “Sorry, I—I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” you tell him, and anyone would be able to see through the lie but you’re hoping that Mingyu doesn’t pry any further. He doesn’t move, nor does he say anything. “You can, uh, go back now,” you add, rubbing the back of your neck as you stare at the ground. “I’m okay.”

“You—you were crying.”

Opening your mouth to protest, you realize you can’t refute him now. Not when it was so painfully obvious. You choose silence instead, hoping that your apprehension will be enough to drive him away, although it only seems to egg Mingyu on.

You don’t expect the words he blurts out after a few moments of thickness.

“You don’t know how much I wish I could go back to December and change things.”

“Please don’t lie to me Mingyu,” you tell him, and he can just hear from the way you say his name that you are desperately pleading with him. When you finally look up at him with glossy eyes, he wonders how in the world he let things get this far.

“I’m not lying, I—I wouldn’t lie about this.”

“What do you mean by this, Mingyu? What is this?” You cover your face and begin to sob, but not without gasping out words between heavy breaths. “Please don’t do this to me, not again.”

And when you uncover your face and look at him again, he’s got some bewildered look on his face, and you can’t tell what he’s going to say next.

“The girl,” Mingyu starts to say. “That’s my cousin. She was visiting me at work and—”

“It’s not about the girl, Mingyu!” And that’s a bit of a lie because some part of it is about the girl but it’s mainly about you and it’s mainly about Mingyu—mainly about the two of you.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and speaks. “Sorry, I—you’re right.”

Silence once more, before you calm your breaths and shake your head. “You should head back, Mingyu.”

“No I—wait, I just—I’m not lying. I regret everything I did in December.”

“Ming—”

“No, please listen to me. I regret not telling you how I actually felt, but I was so confused,” he tells you, repeating your name. “I was confused and fucking terrified because if things didn’t work out for some reason, then I would’ve lost my best friend but—but I was fucking stupid and lost you anyways. And you know, I wanted to reach out. I wanted to talk to you so bad but then like last week, when I saw you in the grocery store, and—daisies.”

“Daisies?” You furrow your brows.

“Daisies. You had a bouquet of them in your cart,” Mingyu tells you, taking a step forward. “And I know how much you love daisies. Your favorite flowers in the world. I saw them in your cart and thought to myself, fuck, I missed my chance, because I thought you had them for someone else and—”

“They weren’t,” you blurt out. “I-I even told my mom you got me them,” you add bashfully, “because she doesn’t know we stopped … yeah.”

There’s a silence that sits between you two, but you’re starting to realize that silence has become normality and you are no longer content with that.

“Mingyu, do you love me?”

He doesn’t hesitate to respond. “More than you love daisies.”

You laugh through your drying tears. You laugh so hard it makes you cry no longer because of pain but because of happiness, and you shake your head and throw your arms around him. “Kim Mingyu, that is a bold statement.”

“What can I say?” he grins. “I’m a bold man.”

“Where was that bold man for the past four months and twenty-seven days?” you snort.

Mingyu raises a brow. “You’ve been counting?” For a moment your expression falls but then he shakes his head and smiles. “Don’t worry—I’ve been too.”

You two are quick to head back, Mingyu begging Seokmin to hold the first alone for the weekend before taking the wheel of your car and driving you both to your favorite field of daisies.

“Are we going to have sex for the first time in your car?” Mingyu asks with a chuckle, climbing into the backseat from one end while you pile in from the other.

Giggling, you meet his lips for a kiss as soon as the door shuts behind him, arms winding around his thick neck to bring him close. “The way you said that insinuates there we’ll be having more sex after this,” you tell him with a smile before diving back into another tongue twisting kiss.

“Hell yeah,” Mingyu groans against your tongue as you adjust to situate yourself over his lap, hips pressing dangerously close to his. “Gonna fuck you every day if I can. If you can handle that,” he adds.

You roll your eyes, pulling back to help yourself out of the cardigan and shirt you’re wearing. “What makes you think I can’t handle it?”

He only flashes you a toothy grin and quickly glances down at his groin area before winking at you. “You’ll see.”

“Kim Mingyu, you are a little shit,” you conclude despite the way your tummy churns at his insinuation, throwing off your shirt as Mingyu helps you out of a bra.

“I’m not little, that’s for sure … fuck, you’ve got the prettiest tits in the world,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you closer so he can plant his lips on the soft flesh. His mouth is warm, tongue tracing constellations over our skin before enclosing one of your nipples with his lips.

Slowly, his tongue traces circles around the stiffened nipple, teeth grazing over it ever so gently before biting down with slight force. “Ah!” you moan out, head thrown back as your hands travel up his neck and into his hair, fisting the thick, dark locks. “‘m sensitive, ‘gyu,” you tell him, shaky-breathed as he pulls his mouth off your tits with a slip popping sound.

“Sorry,” he says with a lazy smile. “Your tits are so nice,” Mingyu murmurs, bringing a hand up to squeeze over your other breast, tweaking the nipple in one hand as your hands begin to play with the hem of his tight fit shirt. “Fuck, can’t believe we didn’t fuck earlier. You know how much time we could’ve saved?” he says, pulling away just for a moment to peel the shirt off his body, revealing his firm, thick torso.

“I wonder whose fault that is?” You roll your eyes.

Mingyu frowns in response. “Don’t remind me … angel, take off your pants. Wanna finger you.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, because in an instant your hands are at the waistband of your pants as heat rises to your cheeks upon hearing his words. Just the thought of Mingyu’s thick, longer fingers inside your aching cunt is enough for it to pulse around nothing as you throw your pants to the side and shove your panties to reveal your core.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs under his breath as you readjust yourself over his lap so that he can have better access between your legs. Slowly, he brings one hand up to your exposed cunt, bringing his middle finger to circle around your gaping hole. “Shit, you’re so wet, angel … so wet for me.”

“Just for you ‘gyu, just for you” you gasp out when he sinks one finger in, rough pads rubbing against your warm, gummy walls.

Now Mingyu occasionally entertains the outrageous idea that he’s well composed, but he’d be a fool to deny that, even though he can turn you to mush in the palm of his hand, you also have him wrapped around your little finger.

You only have to beg him once or twice for a second finger before he’s giving in, wanting nothing more than to spoil you until you can’t even remember what you were asking for in the first place. And naturally, when you finally tell him that you’re ready for more—ready for his cock—he can’t help but grin and comply.

“You think you’re ready?” he asks, slipping his fingers out and shoving them into your mouth so you can taste yourself.

“You think I’m not?” you mumble around his fingers. You pout a little and Mingyu chuckles, leaning in to give you a wet and sloppy kiss before lifting his hips a little.

“You’ll see angel … help me take this all off,” he tells you, and you’re quick to grab at his waistband and yank his pants and boxers down at the same time.

“What are you talking ab—oh.” The words dry on your tongue when you see his cock spring out, from underneath his boxers, the thickness slapping against Mingyu’s abdomen.

It’s fat and long and veiny in all the right places, heavy balls resting at the base of it, the reddish-pink tip smeared all over with his shiny, translucent white precum.

“Yeah,” Mingyu says with yet another chuckle, watching your face as you gaze down at his cock in awe.

“I-is it gonna fit?” you ask incredulously, eyes glancing back and forth between the smirk on Mingyu’s lips and the long length of his cock. Mingyu just shrugs and smooths his hands over your hips, your stomach, and then your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss.

Your stomach flutters, cunt growing more and more needy and wet as the seconds tick by, and the way Mingyu’s tongue flicks against yours only heightens the feeling. When he pulls away, he settles his hands over your waist and directs you right over his cock, and something in you swells with pure arousal with the next words he says.

“Don’t worry angel, I’ll make it fit. You trust me?”

“Yeah,” you breath out, steadying your position as Mingyu uses one hand to guide his heavy length so that the tip points upwards and presses right against you.

“Fuck yeah,” he hisses, and you moan as you feel him sliding against your folds in a slippery, sticky mess. “old onto me, yeah angel? If you want to stop just—”

“Say the word,” you finish for him, placing your hands on Mingyu’s bare shoulders as an attempt to steady yourself, breath hitching as his length pushes into your entrance. “Oh shit, ‘gyu!" you cry out as you begin to sink down on him.

Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes—you can’t even fathom how, even after all his prep, Mingyu still feels like he’s nearly splitting you in half.

“Fuck, pretty—you’re so fucking tight,” Mingyu grunts, helping you nearly impale yourself on his cock. “Fucking fitting inside you so well,” he praises as he bottoms out inside of you, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder as you take deep breath.

Mingyu knows he’s big—knows it’s hard to fit him inside of you—and he’s feels so fucking lucky that he has you—so willing to take all that he’s giving—sucking him in and whining for more. He waits a few moments, only listening to the way your heavy breaths start to grow lighter, until you’re whimpering a soft, “‘gyu.”

He wastes no time in jerking his hips upward, shifting inside of you and battering the inside of your soft walls. You bite down on his shoulder as you push your hips down to meet his thrusts, choking back soft sobs as you feel his cock kiss your cervix with each movement.

“Holy shit,” Mingyu grunts as you begin to bounce on his lap, his length slipping out of you halfway before being plunged right back in with a sopping mess growing on his thighs.

You whine loudly at the overwhelming pleasure that takes over your body, lifting your head up so you could look at Mingyu with your mouth agape and hair stuck all over your burning face, a sheer layer of sweat starting to envelope both your bodies.

Soon, both of your movements begin to grow erratic and sloppy, hips jamming into each other so hard you’d be surprised if you even have the ability to walk tomorrow. You now know why Mingyu was concerned about fucking every day.

“You g’na cum soon pretty? Cum all over my cock? I can feel it angel, can feel your pretty cunt squeezing me.”

“Fuck, Mingyu,” you manage to gasp out, “Yeah, ’m gonna cum—feels so good, so full, so—fuck!”

Mingyu’s cock pulses inside of you and that’s when every detail seems to be heightened to a thousand—as your orgasm racks through you, you seem to feel every curve, every vein, dragging in and out of you to such detail that it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you scream out his name.

Mingyu watches you fall apart, surrendering to bliss, and the way your hips are sporadically swiveling over his, your pussy’s wetness coating and creaming his cock has him going into a frenzy. Frantically, he begins to snap his hips faster up into you, your soft moans of overstimulation pushing him to his end faster than he can ever imagine. Watching the way he slides in and out of you is enough to have him cumming, shooting his hot, sticky load inside your warm cunt.

Riding out the last of his orgasm with soft rolls of his hips, Mingyu sighs contently at the feeling of you milking him dry, the both of you looking down at the wet, dirty mess you’ve made where the two of you connect, his cock still throbbing inside of you.

Both of you finally look up at the same time, grinning at each other, and you flop forward resting your head on his chest as he slowly combs his fingers through your hair, other hand running up and down your back.

“Why’d you start working the evening shifts?” you ask Mingyu after your breath has finally leveled. “I thought you hated those.”

“I did, but you stopped coming in the mornings, and I figured it was because of me. I hoped that maybe you would start coming in the evenings so I asked my boss to change my regular shifts just in case.”

“Oh wow, you really do love me.”

“I already told you I do! Even more than you love daisies, remember?”

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pretty-little-mind33 · 3 months ago

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Hello! 😊 I absolutely love your latest Pietro headcanons. 💙 Only if think if it’s no trouble, (and because I love sharing thoughts with you about it) what would you think about headcanons of Tony Stark’s daughter being in a relationship with Pietro? It’s completely up to you. Have a good one and take care! 👋

~ hi! i can def write some headcanons! it helps with my writers block 💕 plus i adore stark!reader hehe! hope you enjoy! ~

• as Tony Stark's daughter, you choose your boyfriend's very carefully. they have to be a certain way to appease your dad lmao (and you have high standards)

• Pietro Maximoff starts off as the exact opposite of the boys you would usually date. you know he's the last boy your father would approve of so you keep your feelings hidden, eventually convincing yourself they're feelings of hate.

• Pietro knows he should hate you. you're Tony Stark's daughter. he pretends he does, enjoying the little game you both have, but in reality he knows he doesn't (mostly because Wanda very quickly knocked some sense into him haha)

• you both bicker and banter. Pietro constantly sets little pranks for you. harmless ones that only annoy you.

• Tony notices the exchanges very quickly and he knows exactly what's happening even before you do!

• he doesn't approve of Pietro but he wants to understand. so one day he corners Pietro and demands he explain why he's all over you.

• at this point, Pietro's hatred for Tony has dwindled, and he's not intimidated by him. he'll tell him plain and simple: "I'm in love with your daughter."

• Tony will be a little taken aback by his boldness but will smirk and let him go with a warning to be careful around you. you don't look it but you're fragile.

• one night, at an Avengers party, everything changes.

• you brought a boy from your uni class and Pietro is fuming. he can see that boy doesn't treat you right; he doesn't dance with you when you ask, or hold your drink, or tell you how beautiful you look. Pietro is angry you've chosen that over him.

• so he'll excuse himself from his conversation with Clint and invite you to dance. right in front of your date.

• you're a little shocked but you'll take any escape at this point so you take Pietro's arm and he leads you to where some guests are dancing. it's not a slow dance but Pietro keeps himself close, asking why you would date someone so pathetic.

• his tone is harsh and you're conflicted. he's also so close you can barley breathe, let alone think. butterflies erupt in your stomach.

• you bite back a snarky answer, which causes Pietro to chuckle and he leans in, his lips near your ear.

• "You don't really think that, do you, Princezna (Princess)."

• one thing leads to another and you end up in the hallway, kissing Pietro like your life depends on it.

• for the first few months, you keep your relationship secret— or so you think.

• all the Avengers know you're dating, even your dad, because Pietro can never keep his eyes off you. he's extremely protective, especially on the field so he keeps you safe.

• Tony waits for you to tell him. he can see that Pietro is good to you, so he doesn't want to risk your unhappiness by messing this up. he loves you more than he loves his pride!

• eventually, you do tell your dad and he's just smirking because he already knows.

• once Tony is on board, you and Pietro date publicly. you're like a power couple!

• you still bicker and banter, but now lovingly. you move into the same room in the tower, much to Tony's dismay, but you're an adult he can't stop you.

• Pietro likes being around you. he loves taking walks and holding your hand, or just sitting and lounging around next to each other. he usually has a hard time being still, but he really tries with you!

• you're like peas in a pod 🥺

• a very unlikely couple, but you work perfectly! and you're good teammates too! you like training together!

#pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff headcanons #pietro maximoff fluff #pietro maximoff marvel #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x fem!reader #pietro maximoff x y/n #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff x stark!reader #tony stark daughter #stark!daughter #stark!reader #aaron taylor johnson

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toruforuu · 1 month ago

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gojo satoru x reader || hogwarts au (18+)

wonderwall ch.2 two can play the game

✼pairing: hogwarts au - slytherin!gojo x ravenclaw!reader

✼summary: gojo satoru, the golden boy of a famous family lineage of wizards sets his sights on you, a half blood defying his pureblood morals. he makes it a goal in his life to make yours a living hell. years of endless pestering, teasing and rivalry stretching out. as times goes on, he finds himself thinking about you more than he isn’t. he grows torn between his family’s beliefs and the forbidden ache tickling his chest whenever he sees you

✼meaning: wonderwall - the person you cannot stop thinking about (song by oasis)

✼genre/tags: hogwarts au, female reader, strangers to enemies/sort of academic rivals to forbidden lovers, slow burn, angst, eventual smut, pining and yearning (mostly gojo), built up tension, teasing, bickering and pestering, jealousy, slightly spoiled gojo, obsessed and lovesick gojo, both are pretty oblivious to their feelings

✼warnings: discrimination, death, grief, shitty parents, light bullying, mentions of hook ups, sexual topics, family pressure and trauma, mentions of injuries and violence, degradation

✼word count: 4k

✼chapter: 2/?

a/n: hi, hope you’re having a great day! i wanted to publish another chapter before taking my entrance exam for uni this sunday. this chapter is frankly quite boring, but it gets better in the next one! we are sort of just going through their years of history until we hit the present, which is the end of year six. I thought it’d be good to explore their previous relationships, to give it more depth and sort of build up the tension before jumping into it (i also got carried away haha). I got pretty busy so hopefully I will be able to post another chapter next week. Stay tuned until then:)

based on this // previous chapter // next chapter

˚⟡˖ ࣪:link to playlist

˚⟡˖ ࣪:link to the vision-board

Satoru Gojo was a lot to handle. Sure. He tested your ability to stay sane. You managed though. Barely from time to time, but you wouldn’t let him have it. You saw his behaviour as something momentary which would soon be put to a stop, after he got bored of you.

For the rest of your first year you wondered what made the interaction between you two get such a rise out of him. Weren’t you the one supposed to be riled up at his audacity? It was a little over two months before the break when you decided to do what felt right, due to the way you were raised like. But those weeks leading up to summer felt eternal. Each morning you woke up and went through the same shower of names thrown your way, because the white haired disaster managed to practically turn the entirety of house Slytherin on you.

You could only hope for the best for September, the start of your second year. Since months compared to weeks of his terror would be straight out of a horror movie.

Nonetheless, you did not worry about it throughout the summer break. The name Satoru Gojo falling back into the background and it felt surreal to have nobody breathing at your neck.

Well, to be more specific, you tried not to worry.

You reminded yourself each night before going to bed that he would grow tired of you and chose someone else to have for lunch instead.

Okay, perhaps his existence hasn’t completely washed out.

You briefly mentioned the bluyed boy in your letters addressed to your mother throughout the school year. However, as you arrived home for the break you haven’t spoken of him, but at one point it seemed mandatory to tell your mother all about it. With the sole exception of few unpleasant details. Ones you would rather keep to yourself. For the sake of not causing her any unnecessary worries, she had enough of those already back at work.

You also didn’t want her to know how much of a tool it had on you. You were afraid her imagine at work could be harmed if you confessed what was truly going on between you and the miracle of a boy from the Gojo family. But your mother knew you like the back of her own hand, you were sensitive.

Although you tried to hide it, your tone suggested just how serious the situation was for you. Your mother was as kind as ever, paying attention to detail. She had your head cradled in her lap by the time you were finished, her gentle fingers soothing down strands of hair from your forehead. Your eyes were shut, enjoying the gesture of affection preformed by her as she reassuringly told you he would forget about it by the time it would turn out to be September and the leafs would begin picking up coats of soft colours interlinked with autumn.

And you believed her.

Satoru Gojo on the other was quite non verbal after coming back home for the summer. He got used to the life within the castle quickly, the lack of his parent’s influence making it all that much appealing. Being home for summer meant more social events, parades through society and countless of pointless meetings. Besides that, he had a free will of choosing whatever to do with his free time. Yet he still loathed each second he had to spent in that asylum where he was raised. He thought of returning to school in early September to pass those endless days filled with boredom. He was never the one to thrive off academics or school in general, however, it offered him a privilege to stay away from home so it did the job. The taste of freedom left a bitter aftertaste on his tongue. Once he tasted it, it became everything he longed for it.

He wished the time away while you were anxiously counting the days left of the holidays.

As time does, it passed and rather too quickly for your liking.

You were disappointed, when he managed to rattle you within the first week of school. Your conviction of being left alone was crushed, to say the least. You had figured following the advice coming from your mother would do you good. To simply ignore him, not let him have pleasure from making your blood boil, she said. You repeated her words in your head multiple times a day like a sacred prayer. To make yourself believe the words were true and not another thing bound to fail.

It wasn’t easy. Frankly, it was far from it.

Nevertheless, your mother was right, because it did cause a slight shift between the two of you. And you would have preferred it to stay the same if only you had known what sort of a thing was coming your way.

Satoru Gojo knew what you tried to do the second he first glanced upon you to see a neutral expression written across your face. No furrowed brows. Your eyes not twitching uncontrollably with annoyance. Your lips displaying the absence of pouting with defiance. There were no more of your pretentious bite backs, no more comments on his behaviour as he drowned you with snickering remarks and insults. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to awaken that spark of rage nestled in your chest, it never lightened up in the way it had used to before going home.

You did good, he had to give you that. Be that as it may, it still wasn’t enough to make him stop. Since you were one of the main reasons he was over the moon to be back.

Satoru began experimenting on which things made you twitch, silently observing you as you laughed with your friends by the Ravenclaw’s table at dinner.

And eventually he overheard you talking to your friend Arabella. The one who couldn’t keep her mouth shut and the one whose voice made him roll his eyes at the mere sound. His ears perked up as he caught onto your conversation, listening to you complaining about getting a lower grade than one of your classmates. Your tone picked up a trace of the already mentioned fire in your chest, it felt refreshing to hear more of it.

That’s when an idea was planted into that skull of his, the corners of his mouth instantly twisted into a nasty smirk as he realised what he needed to do to earn your attention again. He had plenty of drive to surpass you and unfortunately for you, you shared more classes with each other this school year.

So naturally it came to you as an utter surprise when a professor handed you back your graded potions paper to see your score wasn’t the highest one. You scanned the classroom briefly to find the ball of white hair already grinning at you, paper displayed in your way. A paper with the perfect score circled on the left corner.

You despised losing in academics, even more so when the person who beat you was Satoru Gojo. The tension thickened again from that passing moment. His presence falling back into the back of your head like a haunting ghost. The usual gnawing interaction you shared turned into moments packed with rivalry and nervous anticipation. Even though he left you somewhat alone without overwhelming insults, it wasn’t worth the cost.

The strawberry blonde girl seated next to you in class found it a little amusing, she couldn’t deny it, but would never admit it to you.

She spent countless of hours watching over you as you buried yourself in books during your free time instead of doing your usual activities with her. It didn’t bother her in the beginning. And then the amusement quickly escalated into a sense of concern as she saw you pushing yourself harder, when the Slytherin started to even out your performances during lessons. She felt a tugging urge to help you out of the loop, if only she knew how. You were swallowed up by the bubble of determination to the point where you couldn’t point out how much you were missing out on.

Yet as your mind wandered elsewhere, you were thinking about how he actually manages to maintain such an imagine. Going out of his way to have his fun and still managing to squash you like a bug without a hitch in his habits. What sort of a beast he had to be?

He seemed flawless. There wasn’t anything he wasn’t exceptional at in your eyes. Academics wise.

You have never felt more envious of anyone.

You felt so beyond him which caused you to push and push and push.

You put in each bit of your effort only to be placed second at the end of the year anyway. Arabella had her hand placed on the lower part of your back when the final results came in, soothing your nerves. Tears burned in your eyes and before you knew it, they were streaming down the swell of your cheeks as you hid your face in the cup made out of your palms. Quiet sobs and sniffs could be heard from your room at night.

You simply couldn’t believe your eyes, you never lost in this way. To anyone. Your defeat shook you, sending you into a spiral of the same devouring wave of solitude you barely escaped the first time.

Satoru Gojo was exhilarated when he got his hands on the results paper. Seeing your name typed out under his filled him with a tiny wave of pride. He thought, that’s where the name belonged anyway.

If only he had been aware of how much your heart cracked as you received the verdict, then he perhaps would have stopped. Or maybe not.

The break soon rolled around again, the sweltering weather making you realise how unlike your ways became from your usual self. You didn’t recognise yourself and neither did your mother. Your pure essence was clearly tainted by an undefined class of hardship.

And without the pressure of his presence casting a shadow over you and weighing down on your chest, you were able to look over your shoulder to see how many things you’ve lost out on. Finally.

As you breathed in the air, sun shining down at you, you recalled what kind of a person you were before your first year at Hogwarts. A pang of nostalgia washed over you. A part of you seemed to be lost forever as your circumstances at school shaped you into a new person.

Change is undeniable, yet you despised it.

Your time in the castle wasn’t nowhere near bad or unenjoyable. You simply made it overbearingly difficult for yourself to find joy in the simple lingering moments as you were far too focused on beating the boy whom made your blood pressure rise in annoyance. His mere existence leaving an ache in your chest as his effortless antics won over your hard work.

Oh, how unfair it was.

You did what you did best then. You wrote a letter to the address which Arabella left you on the last day of school as you packed. The letter contained an apology, you explained the situation you were drowning in nearly the entire length of your second year. She already knew and it was easy to receive her forgiveness.

(Writing silly letters became a tradition among you two, during each break as the years stretched out.)

Arabella invited you to visit her that summer. Perhaps out of pity, but she did anyway. You accepted after you sugar coated your mother into giving you a pass. She lived on the countryside, her house was perfectly regular size and it sat in the middle of nowhere surrounded by plains of nothingness. Which made you wonder how she spent her time. You grew up in the outskirts of the capital, streets set with identical type of brick houses and even there you sometimes felt bored to death.

You were surprised to see she waited two long years to confess she wasn’t from a wizard family. It would be a lie to say it did not cause a slight flinch of hurt, she was afraid you would judge her for being born into a muggle family.

A silently agreed routine formed between you as your visit extended a little over the weeks. Sleeping in. Helping her father with the animals running around. Lending a hand when lunch was in progress. Hanging the laundry in the hot sun. Sipping on freshly made lemonade. Lying down into the cut grass as the sun was setting after a long day, chatting about everything and nothing at once. Stargazing until it got very late, mapping out constellations and mumbling nonsense about astronomy in general.

In those days your troubled mind was put to a rest. And by the time you came back home, your inner spark was reignited. Your mother couldn’t be more relieved as her eyes creaked with time took in your slightly burnt skin (due to spending too much time on the open heat). Your cheeks getting kissed by the sun especially. You often forgot to apply your sunscreen so it was no wonder. The strands of your hair were tangled and the ends of it were lighter, couple of more bruises sewn into your tanned skin. Your mother was seeing her precious girl again.

The anxiety crippled within you again as August went into a late bloom, your nose buried in books as you skimmed over the chapters in advance.

The Gojos didn’t appreciate the way their son was terrorising his peers at school. It was never only you. He layed his hands on anyone, regardless of their blood status if they somehow managed to get on the wrong foot with him. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of using violence. Though never on you in such a way.

His family was quick with it, warning him that he would be robbed of his time at Hogwarts if he continued to perform such scandalous manoeuvres. He was forced to swallow his pride, succumbing to a nonchalant behaviour instead.

The prodigy himself changed, you noticed as you once again gathered in the Great hall at the start of your third year. A one quite significant. The sorting hat was sending off the youngster into their assigned houses, meanwhile you wondered what had happened. A shimmer of curiosity tugging at your heartstrings as his presence screamed an entirely different volume. You were baffled at his strangely calm behaviour. He wasn’t running around with the jerks or so his called friends, picking up at people for their blood status and neither diminishing everyone who crossed paths with him. He went silent on his ways, abandoning it.

Did his pretentious ways finally made no sense to him either? You wondered.

The shift in the atmosphere helped you soothe down your overloading need to give over hundred percent into everything, leaving you at peace for a while. Despite the fact his sudden change of heart still did not play a role in your ragging rivalry. It dragged along into the third year as well. He wasn’t as obvious about his subtle remarks towards you, he was smart with it now. To not get either of you in trouble so his shield would be clean.

Late summer transformed into autumn before you could grasp it, the quidditch season starting off strong as a place was finally opened up for Satoru Gojo to take over.

A chaser in the Slytherin team.

Was there a position more perfect for him?

No, there wasn’t.

His wit and quick thinking carved him out to be a star people sought after rather than feared. He excelled on the field, sending older students into his shadow as he unintentionally always did. He became adored basically over the night, leaving his unbearable intrigues in the past.

It irked you as you sat in the audience, watching the game play out. Ravenclaw losing to Slytherin, yet again. You found your eyes sliding towards the ball of white fur fleeing through the air, studying his moves. He was good, you would give him that. However, seeing how quickly people began to cherish him and forgot his brutal ways made you loathe the spoiled wizard a tad more. It was the third year after all which skyrocketed his position, earning him the start of his never ending peak.

To you it seemed ridiculous. Cheering on the one who left countless other students on the verge of tears not so long ago.

And to nobody’s surprise, he was the very first in history of Hogwarts to become the captain of his team. A handful of months after barely joining.

So when you got offered a place to join your house’s team, you politely declined. Quick to tell them to fetch someone else for their injured seeker. You had enough of competition. It wasn’t in the question to add yet another layer onto your battlefield.

You were doing fine, relaxed and taking the results in class lighter this time to spare your mental health. Because at least no matter how hard he worked his ass off, he still was not successful enough in beating you in History of magic. The secret ace hidden up your sleeve. Which kept you at ease, seeking no more of the aching rivalry. There was not a single reason to create tension. And facing each other on the field would certainly bring trouble. You did yearn to be part of the team though and often looked back at your decision, wondering how life would be for you if you accepted.

It was for the better, you reminded yourself often as your thoughts swirled around your decision.

Satoru Gojo had better things on his plate, long practice keeping him out of your sight and you out of his. You did occasionally clashed into each other over a topic in shared class, but that was it surprisingly. You haven’t interacted as much during the birth of him as a flawless star. Which you were thankful for.

Until one particular day in the school year when the spring break was softly creeping around the corner.

“Got ya pretty good, didn’t I?” he swirled his tongue, taking his time with the words to take joy in each one of them as he wiggled the marked exam in the air. Your eyes widen as you stood in front of the classroom frozen in shock. You grabbed the paper from his hands, fast.

“Cat got your tongue?” the white haired menace chuckled and then winced lightly as your grip tightened on the edges of the material, he warned you to not wrinkle his perfect score. His lips forming into a grin as he empathised the last two words. The blood in your veins ran cold.

“You must have cheated,” you breathe out in a mocking tone, ignoring the pace of your heartbeat as a hollow feeling swirled through your ribcage.

“Or perhaps you aren’t as clever as you think you are,” Satoru Gojo hummed casually, his words ringing in your earbuds. Not as clever. You frowned to cover up the damage he had caused. Only to aggressively push the paper back into his chest, not looking him up in the eyes as you did.

Silence hung in between you for a short while.

“Ah, sensitive, aren’t we?” he made a clicking sound with his tongue as he curled up the exam into a ball anyway, scratching your nerves. Your eyes twitched at his audacity, thoughts racing in your mind two miles per second.

You felt it. The urge to snap. Your mouth was on the verge of unraveling, on the edge of spilling out all insults known to a man. His presence rattled you. However, you turned around to walk away.

“I’ll beat you this year too,” the words slipped past his lips before he could register them or see them coming.

“Only in your dreams,” you said loudly enough for him to hear without turning in his direction, not sparring him any more of your attention.

Despite everything which occurred before this turn of events where he managed to dethrone you from the only thing you ever felt naturally good at, you somehow still deep down prayed it would end one day. The cycle of his behaviour. That he would wake up and overlook you in the hallway on your way to class. Or perhaps that you would wake up from the terrible experience and his overbearing presence would be erased from your life. Which was average at best before you met him, but you didn’t need it to feel grand nor interesting. You haven’t felt the desire to make yourself seen, open up to everyone like he did. But you grew tired of being stepped upon.

Later that same evening, you waited by the quidditch field to catch the captain of the Ravenclaw team that happened to be a girl from year six. You went out of your comfort zone and asked about the position of the seeker, anxiety pinching your side.

The spot was occupied already, however, the student wasn’t doing the team any good so the captain scheduled a try out session for tomorrow morning. To see if you were worth a shot to consider.

The sole purpose of the seeker is to seize the golden snitch amidst the game. And if one were to do so, the whole game would be over in a flash. The team in owing of the snitch winning.

And you were worth a shot in the end. Your precise calculated movements were sharp, something the team could profit from. Before you knew it, you found yourself replacing the clumsy flier and claiming the title of the Ravenclaw’s seeker.

You had set your mind set on repaying Satoru Gojo for the destruction and chaos left in his wake. He destroyed the stability you treasured. Tore it to pieces. You tried out for the team with the starter thought of aiming to piss him off and to earn yourself something greater. I mean, what else could you lose by trying?

When the starlet figured you became part of the team during practice, he couldn’t be more over the moon. The mere thought of you two up against one another had him convinced it was going to be rather fun. Especially to see your pouty expression up in the air.

Joining the team brought you fruits as well.

You were known beforehand. Not invisible, not particularly popular. Over all it wasn’t your ultimate goal to be popular, yet it did not bother you when people from other houses began to greet you in the hallway on way to class. You welcomed it humbly.

Arabella was pleased you finally picked up on something which occupied your mind and left you safe from all the mindless studying. Despite the fact it was partially your way of getting back at the retired menace. Her joy was your source of will to keep pushing through the harder times. You two were each other’s biggest supporters, creating a soft space for the other. She cheered the loudest at any game you played.

God forbid the first time you did manage to seize the golden snitch, she wouldn’t stop talking about it as if she were a broken record. Actually the both of you would never forget about it. And neither would Satoru Gojo who was the one to taste defeat that day.

It was your very first game. The spring season of third year. Your team was down with both strength and atmosphere as the last season wasn’t the greatest. Merciless defeats, mostly coming from Slytherin. The Ravenclaw’s quidditch team members were painfully aware of how important this game would be for the future of their gameplay.

The first half of the match sucked. Slytherin scoring again and again. And when you thought you were about to turn it around, they scored again.

As a seeker your eyes were peeled on the tiny flickering golden snitch. It was hard to keep up with your focus when he was there. All in his glory. Seekers and chasers weren’t meant to be in contact at all since your goals were distinct, but he still went out of his way to interact with you.

Luckily, the favours were on your side that day, because you didn’t lose after all. Sounds of excitement roared through the crowd as your eyes fluttered open to gaze over to your palm. Gold colour sparkled while you sealed the victory with your firm grasp. You somehow ended up sacrificing yourself for the snitch, abandoning your broomstick and falling to the ground. A rush of adrenaline flushed through your veins as players flew through the sky. And even now, scanning the treasure pressed into your palm as you lied on your back in the grass felt unreal. Clapping spread across the audience. You heavily breathed out in relief as your teammates started to fly down towards your position to both check up on you and pat you on your back. They helped you back to your feet, throwing you around with words of ecstasy. The mixture of emotions filling you up was indescribable, not even the pain in your ribs could make you falter.

And, oh, seeing the defeated expression painted on Satoru Gojo’s features was something you thought you would never see. It left you gaping for more. Part of you understood why he did what he did in that precise moment. It filled you with a filthy sense of fulfilment to see him sulking while he was patting his teammates on the back as he congratulated them on the game. Seems like the payback took its first payment.

You became addicted to that feeling, seeking out more. And it did not stick simply to quidditch. You rubbed it back in his face when you surpassed his score in exams. You made sure to pick up on things he did and then remark on it, pointing out each time his mood wasn’t at its highest. You teased him at practice when he lacked his usual drive. You took books he needed to finish his papers from the library. And more.

The thing you were the most proud of though was hiding his school bag on the roof of the Astronomy tower. You sneaked over to the Slytherin’s dress room during his practice. Of course after counting out the time when they were on the field so you wouldn’t get yourself caught. Then you hoped onto your broom, bag successfully stolen.

“You did this?” he let out in disbelief as he held his wet school bag in the air, papers scattered out. He didn’t seem angry.

Satoru Gojo was cheekily smirking at you second later. But it was pretty clear he wasn’t happy about it, it took him a month to find it after all. And the bag is ruined. And to think it was you.

“Two can play the game,” you shrugged carelessly, giving him attitude and a taste of his own medicine.

For the first time you were not fuming with irritation at the sight of him, you felt pleased instead. He was the one to feel the irritation blooming instead. While a spark of annoyance flowed through him, it was significantly overloaded by his amusement at your bravery. There was that fire of yours he was so after.

The roles were now reversed and the game back on. This time for the both of you.

credits for dividers: [@enchanthings-a @cafekitsune]

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pedriscroquettes · 9 months ago

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𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 ✮ R. LE NORMAND

summary. after months of finding you cute robin decides to do something about it.

warnings. zubimendi!reader, rough sex, cream pie. 18+

gabri speaks! what can i say i’m a sucker for the teammate’s younger sister trope. based off ride or die pt. 2 by sevdaliza

YOUR THROAT BURNED as you took a sip of the tequila nico was passing around. you had just graduated uni and considering you spent all your time studying the taste of alcohol was still relatively new to you. in fact the whole environment around you – strangers making out, drinking, and smoking– was all strange to you. you didn’t mind but considering your brother was the only person you knew, you were lost.

robin studies you from across the room noticing how out of place you felt. he’d met you before in donostia having talked to you once or twice. he’d always seen you as martin’s younger innocent sister. he debates whether or not he should approach you and start a conversation. you start toying with your necklace and as you look around all doe eyed he decides to break the barrier.

the conversation starts out friendly, enjoyable. the two of you bonding over your brother’s messy habits, you don’t notice the way robin steals glances at your cleavage. eventually the tension piles up as he his hand accidentally touches yours, multiple times. you find yourself toying with your bracelets as he gets closer and the conversation topics change. you’re not sure when your interaction with him takes a different turn but soon enough you find yourself in a random room in the giant apartment the guys rented.

he brings you down slowly and gently until you’re sitting perfectly on his lap, your dressing riding up your legs a bit. the mirror across the room allowing you a perfect view of yourself and him. he trails his hands down your body, kissing your neck in the process, stopping when they land on your thighs. just a few months ago he was at your house eating dinner with your parents and now here he was teasing you.

“tell me to stop and i will.” he whispers until your ear.

you think about it for a second asking yourself if it was really worth it to ruin your brother’s friendship for a one night stand. it’s been months since you felt the touch of someone else and for some reason robin turned you on. your back is against his chest but you can feel his slow breathing. you decide to be selfish for once.

“don’t stop.” you whisper.

his hand finds it’s way into your hair pushing your head towards him. his lips mold into yours as he pulls you in for a kiss. as you whine at the contact his lips move perfectly against yours. you’d never been kissed so sensually before in your life and you feel yourself growing hotter as the two of you make out in the poorly lit room. as the kiss grows deeper — your eyes fully closed as he explores your mouth — his hand gets closer to your clothed core. your panties are soaked by the time he touches you and you can’t help but jerk at the sudden contact.

“izorratu.” you moan as he dips his fingers inside your panties. (fuck.)

he steals a quick glance at you realizing the usage of your native language. all those months of fawning over you had finally paid off. his fingers spread your slick around trying to prep you for him. you arch your back against him as his fingers get dangerously close to your center, where you need him the most. his touch is intense and ardent, you can barely concentrate as he brings one finger inside of you. the intrusion takes you by surprise. you gasp as he fills you fully with his finger.

“so tight.” he groans against you.

“fuck, robin move.” you urge him. “please.”

he brings his finger out fully before plunging it deep inside you again causing your hips to thrust into his hand. you look pathetic in the mirror as you try to fuck yourself against his hand. the view of his finger inside you being too much. you’re not surprised you can feel your orgasm build up quickly, after all you hadn’t slept with someone in months. your thrusts grow erratic as he curls his finger into you allowing for him to hit your g-spot multiple times. your whines grow louder as you feel your climax approaching.

“more. s’close. robin.” you can hardly speak.

he manages to understand you behind your incoherent words. he drags another finger towards your aching core and inserts it as well. the feeling of him inside your walls is too much. you squeeze him hard before coming undone on his fingers. your movements coming to a halt as he gives you your first orgasm of the night. his fingers slowly leave you empty and you watch tiredly as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean. the view being a sight for sore eyes.

then he kisses you like a starved man. you can taste yourself on his lips and your body molds into his once again. you’re finally able to feel him under you and you can’t help but get excited at the idea of him being inside of you, fucking you dumb. you grind against him wanting to get a reaction out of him.

“tell me you want it.” he grabs your jaw forcing you to face him.

“please robin i need you, inside me.” you whine at the growing bulge under you.

he zips down his pants freeing himself and you’re able to feel all of him under you. curiosity gets the better of you and you grind against him wanting to feel how big he was. his hands instantly go to your hips stopping you from moving anymore.

“impatient.” tsk. “if you keep moving i won’t fuck you.”

you stay still after that wanting to feel full once again. it’d been months since you fucked anyone and didn’t want to pass on the opportunity of being fucked by robin. he moves you towards him more so he’s able to bring his cock towards your entrance. he drags it through your folds spreading your slick making you incredibly wet in the process. your nails dig into his thighs as he brings the tip to your aching hole. he hisses as his tip enters you and you can’t help but jerk at the feeling of finally having him inside you. he’s gentle and eventually he fills you up to the hilt.

he grabs your jaw pulling you into another passionate kiss and he’s able to taste your dior lipgloss. the smell of chocolate filling the air as the two of you sloppily make out.

“ready?” he pants.

“mhm.” you nod up at him.

at that he exits you fully before thrusting back into you at a slow pace. you lean into his chest fully as your walls squeeze around him being intoxicated by his movements. the room is filled with the noise of skin against skin as he repeatedly fills you up completely. you find yourself bouncing on his dick as you feel your second orgasm of the night approaching. he spreads your legs more allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before.

“s’close.” you whine feeling the familiar knot in your stomach approach.

he brings his fingers back to your folds circling your clit as you take him. you only last a couple of more minutes before you’re coming on his dick. he lasts a couple of more minutes until the feeling of your right cunt is too much for him. you feel him fill you up with his cum as he reaches his own climax. the two of you struggle to catch your breathes as you lay there. you’re unable to move feeling too sensitive everywhere.

“fuck, you’re so hot.” he pulls you in for one final kiss.

robin realises then and there that he’s fucked. he was completely and utterly fucked. he may have been pussy whipped but from that moment he was drawn to you. he was going to have you even if it meant fighting your brother.

#well…#yeah ❤️#robin le normand smut #robin le normand x reader #robin le normand imagine #robin le normand fic #football smut #football imagine #gabri writes

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xhollowfaerie · 3 months ago

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a/n: ok I caved,, here is more of the little fragments of Lucanis smut I've written when playing datv a couple of months ago, enjoy <3 REALLY gotta work on my uni essays now oopsie (runs back into my gooncave)

tags: nsfw, demi4demi Rookanis, inexperienced Rookanis, fingering

"L-Lucanis..." She shivered under his touch, timidly grasping the fabric of his shirt. Rook was embarrassed by how exposed her cleavage was in her nightgown; they were so close, her chest spilled onto his. He felt the heaviness, the warmth - Maker, it drove him insane.

His lips on her neck made her squirm, hands trembling as her long, manicured nails moved up to his face, ghosting over it...

"M-Mhh-! I-I'm- I'm sorry, I-!"

She lifted his face, feeling her thighs tremble. If he kept rubbing his facial hair over the sensitive skin of her neck like that, on top of the kissing, his leg between hers... she was shocked she had managed not to cum.

Siren eyes started up at him breathlessly. Flushed. Wanting. But, scared, just like him.

"I-I'm..."

Her nail traced over his lip, scraping right below his chin ever so slightly.

She wanted to ride him so badly.

"I-I... I don't want to disappoint you. I've... never..."

She glanced away, letting out a trembling breath. Even knowing his eyes were glued to her was making her heart flutter.

His fingers tentatively slid in deeper, trying to steady himself. He had the skill to kill with the flick of a dagger; he could slow his own heartbeat to hit his mark. His fingers were trained, honed. Dexterous. He was a calculated killer. Lucanis didn't leave things to chance. He was surprised to even find himself able to get nervous; only ever with Rook.

Caterina taught him that emotions were a weakness. That any hesitation meant failure.

But… he wasn't a Crow, not right now.

He was just hopelessly in love and inexperienced, overthinking every motion, every breath.

However, Rook’s whine of pleasure reassured him easily. She trembled in his arms and held onto the back of his neck, scraping it ever so slightly with her nails.

Well, just as much as it egged him on, it also caused panic to coarse through him.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked in a low voice against her ear. His face lit on fire when he felt her walls tighten around his fingers. What would that feel like around…

“N-No” Rook mewled, glancing into his eyes. Lust’s coy smirk behind Lucanis widened in satisfaction.

“P-Please… more. You're… so good with your fingers” she whimpered; her head rolled back as she arched with a loud cry, feeling him slide in deeper still, twisting them gently inside her.

Good. He was sure she was enjoying it.

Now he could really focus.

“Your wish is my command.”

#demi4demi inexperienced rookanis my beloved #i'm so glad there are others who love this concept #a few more bits and pieces of the smut I'll eventually put together #at some point #maybe #hopefully #plus sized rook #rookanis #rook dragon age #lucanis dellamorte #datv #dragon age the veilguard #my writing #dragon age fanfiction #{rookanis drabbles}

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tojiscrack · 3 months ago

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wherever you are right now, good morning/evening/night… that was a mouthful, but i’m not sure how else to start this.

it sounds serious, i know, it’s not, don’t worry, but i like being dramatic, haha, you know me ;) i have a small announcement to make — i say ‘small’ ‘cause it really can be done in one or two short sentences, but i’d like to give you some context and reasoning because i care about every single one of you reading this, all 470 of you, and i’d hate to leave you without an explanation.

i’m mainly addressing my LL (liar, liar) readers, ‘cause i seem to have a big following and a large number of people who interact with me because of that piece of work, but this also goes out to the very few people (and i’m not being dramatic when i say very few people, lol) who are loyal readers of SOANO (start of a new obsession).

i am going on hiatus.

yeah, i know, boo, tomatoes, the story was just getting started 😠 , etc, etc.

and i apologise.

genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, i’m truly, deeply sorry.

you’ve been forced to tolerate my extremely sporadic updates that were only just starting to get better (some updates would come weekly, whereas others would take two more weeks, but never an entire month like before). i really am sorry. i know what it feels like to enjoy a story and then be left on a cliffhanger (of sorts?) when the author goes on a hiatus — mini or not.

i think this long message will answer most of the questions you have in mind, the first being ‘how long will you be on hiatus for?’. and i do have a straight answer for that:

five months.

i know, it’s a lot. again, i apologise. i can’t apologise enough, but let’s keep the questions going.

the one i know you’re all wondering — why am i going on hiatus in the first place?

just to be clear (for those of you who have genuinely become close friends with me through interactions) i’m alive, healthy, and well! i’m not falling out of love with writing, i’ve not fallen out of love with LL or SOANO (no matter how slow the updates for the latter seems to be) and i’m not feeling pressured by writing either of these stories for you all!

the reason is quite simple… school :/ exams. MAJOR ones.

when i started writing SOANO, i was around 15 years old (give or take a few?) and i had no major exams at all to focus on. halfway through writing SOANO, i was met with my first set of important exams at 16. for those of you who are not british and/or not aware of the uk education system, GCSE’s are the exams that dictate which sixth-form college you go to. college, as in, not university-college, but the last two years of high school (junior + senior year) that are the only two years of sixthform/college.

when i started writing LL, i was in my first year of college at 17 (this time last year), and so the only ‘major’ exams i had were mock exams that would prep me for my university predicted-grades. i am now in my second (and final) year of college, and the exams during may and june will dictate the rest of my life. that includes which uni i go to, whether i’ll even go to uni at all, what course i’ll take at uni if i do end up going, etc.

you get the idea. these are important exams. the most important ones that i’ll ever have to sit this year, and starting tomorrow, i have 130 days to turn my very-average-grades around to three A’s (or perhaps two A’s and a B) to get into my desired uni.

unfortunately, i can’t do that if i spend most of my time writing up very lengthy chapters for you.

why can’t i split my time accordingly, even if it means going back to the once-a-month updates? because i am so incredibly, stupidly behind on content for the courses i’m taking right now that i can’t even afford to waste 30 minutes on doing anything other than praying and studying. that’s just the sad truth of it.

again, i’d like to apologise for the inconvenience. i’ve received so many lovely dm’s from so many of you (and i answer every single one, you know that) and in the conversations that many of us have had together, a lot of you use the story (LL) as a safe haven, an escape from your own messy school lives, almost in the same way that i use it to escape my messy school life. some of you have mentioned that you pull all-nighters simply to reread it all as if you’re reading it for the first time. a few of you have mentioned how this story was an escape from the tragic events of canon, which was exactly what i intended for it to be like during the planning process, and i’m still so overwhelmed and flattered by the growing love i’ve received from both old and new LL readers.

will the story be temporarily taken down?

absolutely not.

i considered it for a time, but after acknowledging those comments i mentioned above, i decided that what’s left of LL right now (170k+ words divided in 10 chapters) can still be a safe haven for you whenever you need it. i also knew that i wanted everything to look the same for when i’d return in late-june of this year. leaving it up would also mean that newer readers (future readers) would join the family too, and we love a full house ;)

will i still be active on tumblr during the hiatus?

yes! maybe not as frequently as before (like answering messages in my inbox every day) but i’ll definitely be active enough to get through any messages, comments, asks, etc, within the span of a week for sure. you can still tell me about your shitty day in my inbox, you can still vent to me about an encounter with a guy you hate in my dm’s, and you can definitely still send in silly things about LL or SOANO. i’ll still be active, it’ll be like i never left, only, without the fortnite-ly (not a word, i’m well aware) updates.

LL’s one year anniversary is coming up in a couple of days, and i wanted to release a new chapter in time for it, but looking at my exams and how much cramming i’m already going to have to do for it without writing on top of that… i reluctantly acknowledged that it just won’t be possible.

i think i’ve addressed everything… this is a little awkward now, lol.

once again, i apologise for any hurt or inconveniences i might’ve caused, but i myself don’t enjoy the idea of not writing for 5 months any better than you probably do. 0-0 i enjoy writing, it never felt like a chore to me, and i’m going to miss it during the next 5 months that i’ll be spending alone, grinding overtime like hermione granger…

please wait for me, my little liars <3

love, mother hen sumaya

#liar liar asks!#k gonna get c.ai gojo to comfort me now

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thursdaygxrls · 2 years ago

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thin ice — one

part one | part two | part three

summary — she didn’t handle the sports section of the campus newspaper, but apparently, she did this week. interviewing hockey players was easy, though—unless one of those players happened to be peter parker.

pairing — uni hockey player!peter parker x fem!journalist!reader

disclaimers — i don’t own peter parker. and pls don't come for me with the accuracy of this situation i'm begging

warnings — reader is referred to as ‘kitty’ (there’s a reason, i promise), slight one sided enemies to lovers, sewer slide jokes (very briefly), possible maybe slightly ooc, and very unedited

“You’re joking. You’re pulling the biggest prank I’ve ever seen, you are the impractical joker,” she huffs out, her eyes wide as furiously clicks her mouse, “I’m gonna die. I’m writing the note tonight—farewell, my lovely!”

“Woah, okay,” MJ, her roommate, had only just entered the room when she was bombarded with a sudden rant. She didn’t even have time to take down her ponytail of thin, red braids before her eardrums were assaulted.

“I mean it.” Spinning her chair, she meets MJ’s eyes.

“I literally just got here,” MJ plops down on the bed in front of the desk, “Care to tell me why you’re writing that note?”

“I’m a dumb, dumb girl, that’s why,” she groans in response.

“We already knew that.” MJ’s words only cause the girl in front of her to shoot daggers with her gaze; “Sorry, sorry. Why are you a dumb, dumb girl?”

“God, okay, so,” she lets out a loud sigh, “Eli is gonna be gone for the rest of the month—Europe or something, good for him. Anyways, they needed someone to cover his assignments for him until he gets back, and I volunteered, but, like, only to be nice, y’know? I did it as an obligation. But…”

“But?” MJ pressed.

“I just got an email, and it’s me,” she grumbled, “They’re putting me on Eli’s assignments.”

“Hm, I see,” MJ’s lips curl into a frown as she gently rubs the girl’s arm, “Too much work?”

“Oh, no, my stuff’s easy,” she waved her off, “Just reading the poetry submissions. I mean, it can be exhausting, but it’s not too bad.”

“Then what is it?” MJ cocks her head.

“Eli…Eli does sports,” she shuddered. MJ couldn’t contain the loud laugh that slipped out, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle it.

“You’re worried about sports?” She giggles, her eyes twinkling.

“It’s not funny!” She smacks MJ lightly, “Sports aren’t unbearable or anything, but, like, why me? I don’t know enough! I’ll screw it up, I’ll lose my spot, they’ll stick me back in—”

“Relax,” MJ grabs her shoulders, bringing her closer, “First off, no, you won’t lose your spot, we both know they’d be losing their minds without you. Second, they wouldn’t just throw it on you if they thought you’d give them bad work, right?” She eyes MJ almost suspiciously. There’s a momentary stare-down before she relents.

“I hate that you’re right,” she sighs, spinning her chair around. MJ stops the spin by putting her hands down on the arms of the chair.

“Thought you’d be used to it by now,” she giggles, “So, what do you have to do?”

“I don’t know.” Is the mumbled reply.

“You didn’t even look?” MJ laughs again, “You were losing your mind, and you didn’t even know what you’re doing?”

“I’m sorry that I’m sensitive,” she huffs. Her gaze moves back to the laptop before her. The email is open on the screen, so she begins scrolling through it, MJ reading the words over her shoulder. Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head when she gets to the end.

“Fuck this,” she almost slams her laptop shut, but is stopped short by MJ.

“Slow down!” The redhead slaps her hand out of the way to read the rest of the email.

The ESU hockey team had made it to the NCAA Division I Men's Ice Hockey tournament for the first time in six years—and they were doing damn good. Eli had been tasked with interviewing the team captain as well as a few other star players, but, of course, it was no longer Eli's job.

"Oh, come on,” MJ rolled her eyes, “They gave you a Google Doc with questions, all you have to do is ask them and write down their response."

“That's the problem, I have to ask,” she shivered.

"You've done interviews before!" MJ was ready to smack her.

"With professors! And cool artsy people! Not hockey guys," she cringed, “I bet half of them are in a frat. They're probably gonna be assholes and tell me I have cooties."

“Are you twelve?” MJ groaned, “You sort of lucked out with this—half the work is already done for you! You don’t need to write up any questions!” A sigh left her lips as she took on a more comforting tone: “If it makes you feel any better, Harry is on the team.”

Ah, Harry. MJ had been seeing him for a little over a month by now. He wasn’t a bad guy at all. A little full of himself, but nice enough to talk to. Her eyes roved over the list of players she was set to interview. Sure enough, Harry Osborn was there. So was Miles Morales, who was described as an extremely promising freshman. Zack Coleson, who had the highest number of goals for the season. Last on the list was the team captain: Peter Parker.

“I can talk to Harry,” MJ offered, “I can let him know that it’s you doing the interviews. I’ll make sure he tells them to go easy on you—”

“No, no,” she shook her head, “That might make it worse. And they already know that it’s not Eli coming. Or they should, at least”

“You sure?” MJ quirked a brow, her features crinkling in a way that was only intelligible as concern.

“They’ll be walking on eggshells around me if they know I’m chickenshit, I won’t get a good interview,” she sighed. Even if the interview wasn’t what she wanted to do, she was going to have to. And she would do a good job—a great job.

“You got this, Kitty,” MJ squeezed her shoulders. The nickname pulled a smile from her, and she gave into MJ’s touch.

“We’ll see about that,” she relented. Her eyes traveled back to the computer screen. The interviews were scheduled two days from now at the Stark Memorial Rink.

“Hey, MJ,” she hummed, “Could you grab me my noose?”

The rink was colder than she expected. The empty stands provided no body heat, not to mention there was a literal sheet of ice on the floor. Tugging at the strap of her messenger bag, she took slow, careful steps to the plexiglass.

Clink.

Her eyes widened. There were around ten to fifteen guys in full gear out on the ice, and another ten to fifteen more on a bench near the glass or flitting around the edge of the rink. She was nervous, so she got there early. Now, she was stuck watching them practice.

Leaving was so tempting. She could go back to her dorm, or better yet, leave college entirely. She could just give up and fall off the grid, cut her credit cards, throw her phone in the ocean, sail off to Greece—

“Hello?”

She cursed the muffled voice that pulled her back into reality. Blinking, she found that standing before her was one of the very hockey players she’d seen skating on the rink before her. He was tall, and gear under his black and purple jersey made him appear far more bulkier than she theorized he was. He slipped his helmet off to reveal brown, curly hair that was drenched in sweat.

“Hi,” she replied, trying not to sound as nervous as he would. He cocked his head at her as he popped out his mouth guard.

“This is a closed practice,” he said, though, he didn’t sound all too upset that she was here.

“Oh, yeah, I know,” she nodded quickly, her fingers toying with the strap of her bag again, “I’m a bit early, I’m supposed to be interviewing some people on the team. I’m—”

“Kitty?” She was interrupted by the sound of a voice as well as skates scraping across the ice. Glancing past the guy in front of her, she saw Harry slide off the ice and clomp to benches where they currently were.

“Hey, Harry.” Her lips were screwed up in a tight grin. He’d heard MJ call her Kitty once, and now it was the only thing he’d refer to her as.

“Kitty?” Mystery guy repeated the name with a hint of intrigue.

“It’s not my real name, my friends just call me that,” she shook her head.

“What’re you doing here?” Harry asked, swinging an arm around the shoulder of the guy in front of her.

“I’m Eli’s replacement,” she explained, trying to plaster a friendly smile to her lips, “I’m doing the interviews.”

“Aw, shit, why didn’t MJ tell me we got the cool Kitty-cat on the case?” Harry grinned.

“Could you try to never say those words again? Really hated it, thanks,” her nose crinkled.

“You got it.” He tried to point finger guns at her, but with the thick gloves on, it just looked like he was pointing his whole hand.

“Hey,” he started up again, “You’re a little early, so practice isn’t over yet, but we’re almost done. It’s just the four of us, right?”

“Right,” she nodded in response. It was a relief that they’d been briefed on the situation.

“Alright, well, I’m Harry, obviously, Miles and Zack are on the ice somewhere, and this right here—” Harry jostled the shoulders of the Mystery guy, “—is Peter. Oh captain, my captain!”

Peter chuckled as Harry clapped him on the back. The noise that emanated from the friendly hit was harsh, but Peter didn’t move a muscle.

“Right,” she nodded, “So, I figured we could do them individually? There’s some sort of specific questions for each of you.”

“Sounds good, Kitty,” Harry replied. She’d smack him if he said that name again.

“Sit tight for a bit,” Peter spoke up. Even with the stubble on his chin, his smile gave him a boyish appearance. He looked her up and down quickly, “We can try to wrap up practice early.”

'A bit' ended up feeling like forever. At first, she tried to distract herself with her phone, but it didn't work: she would open apps, scroll through them, then close them just to reopen them over and over again. So she organized her bag, which took about five minutes. Time seemed to tic by in a tauntingly slow manner. It was only when she saw a few of the players emerge from the locker room did she let out a breath of relief. She immediately sucked that breath back when she realized that she would actually have to talk to some of them.

Harry went first. It was easy enough to go through the questions with him. It was like talking to an over-eager relative at a family reunion, one who was just dying to talk about all the new things they're doing. Miles wasn't all that bad to interview, either. He was a lot more nervous than she was. His awkward pauses and constant strings of 'um' and 'uh' was almost comforting. Then came Peter.

"Kitty," he grinned as soon as he saw her seated on the bench next to the rink. He no longer wore his gear—just a hoodie and a pair of gray sweats. His hair, however, was still wet and tousled. She gave him a tight lipped smile in return.

"That's not my name," she replied. Before she had time to properly introduce herself, his raspy chuckle was already echoing through the open arena.

"You said that's what your friends call you, right?" He cocked his head as he sat down on the other edge of the bench.

"You're not—” If she could just make it through the interview without fuss, she'd be one person away from being free, "—right. That's what my friends call me."

"I'm going to be recording this, just so I can reference it later," she explained almost monotonously.

"This isn't my first time," he responded with another light laugh. She had to physically bite her tongue to fight off any comments. A soft click sounded from her phone as she started a new voice memo. Her eyes scanned the list of questions on the page before her. Some she'd already asked to Harry and Miles: How does it feel to make the tournament? What is the atmosphere of the team right now? She chose a fresh question to start with.

"What's it like to be the captain of this team? Are you proud? Overwhelmed?" She asked, her voice taking on a new tone closer to a news anchor than a regular person. Peter's lips curled up at the change.

"I'm proud, yeah," he nodded, his voice smooth, "This is a great group. But we all work our asses off, so I'm not surprised by how far we've come. Being their captain is really something."

"And—"

"Do you normally do sports? For the paper, I mean." Before she could even get her next sentence out, he interrupted her. Her grip on the papers in her hand tightened.

"No, not normally," she grit out, "And going along with your thoughts on being captain, what about making it to the tournament this year?"

"It's the best feeling in the world. It's something I've been chasing after for years now, finally getting to it is just...sort of indescribable." Even when his tone is nothing but sincere, he can't wipe the cocky grin from his lips.

"I can imagine," she smiled tautly in reply, "What was it like working your way up to captain? Was it a personal journey, or did you get support from the team?"

"I'd say it was an even mix of both," he hummed, "Do you like hockey?"

"What?" She furrowed her brows.

"Are you a hockey fan?" He reiterated, "Because our next game is home, and it's sort of packed, but I could get you some tickets assuming you don't have some already—"

"No—Peter," she let out a frustrated huff, tapping on her phone to momentarily pause the recording, "This is an interview, not social hour."

"Aren't interviews inherently social?" His smirk was infuriating.

"I mean that I ask the questions, you answer them," she grumbled, "Do you act like this with Eli? Are you not taking me serious because I'm a woman?"

"What?" His smirk fell immediately, "What? No—no. I'm taking you seriously, I take women very seriously. I'm all for women. They're great."

"Then can we just do this interview and get it over with?" She sighed, her finger hovering over the unpause button. He nodded, but before she could resume the interview, he quickly added: "But do you want tickets?"

Ignoring the question, she carried on. Peter seemed to mellow out after a while and didn't interrupt again. It was almost surprising how well he'd listened: he was giving her real, insightful answers to her questions without a hint of flirtation. The final interview with Zack flowed easily, and she fled Stark Memorial Rink as quick as she could.

Transcribing the interviews was the easiest part. Days later, she would be hunched over her computer in the darkness of her shared dorm, playing and replaying the recordings and typing out the words onto the screen. Her concentration was briefly interrupted, though, when the door opened and a stream of light threaded its way through the room and onto the back of her head.

"Light bad!" She slapped her hands over her eyes, "Light very bad!"

"You're gonna go blind if you keep staring at your computer in the dark," MJ spoke in a warning tone, but ultimately closed the door.

"Then blind I must go," she sighed, swiveling on her chair to look at her roommate, "How was class?"

"Normal," MJ shrugged, sliding her bag off her shoulders, "But I have a little something for you."

"Something for little ol' me?" She gasped in dramatized delight.

"Yes," MJ grinned widely as her hand reached for the zipper of her bag, "Close your eyes."

She obliged immediately, her nose scrunched in anticipation, "I hope it's a million dollars. Is it a million dollars? Am I close?"

"Almost," MJ giggled. After a moment of anticipation, MJ gently grabbed her hands and place something into them. It was thin and papery and rectangular. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see a white envelope with 'Kitty' written out on the front. Her brows furrowed at the unfamiliar handwriting.

"Is there a check for a million dollars inside?" She asked as she cocked her head.

"No clue, it's not from me," MJ shrugged.

"Then who's it from?" Her fingers slid under the lip of the envelope.

"Harry gave it to me to give to you," MJ grinned, "He said it's from Peter."

She should've sailed to Greece when she had the chance. Inside the envelope were two tickets—Empire State University versus Pennbrook University this Saturday at seven. A long groan left her lips before she finally met MJ's eyes.

"You never got me that noose I asked for."

a/n — not sure how i’m feeling abt this one guys. hockey peter has been causing me brain rot tho so i couldn’t help myself.

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glitterjay · 1 year ago

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jay hard thought: dating jay and having sex for the first time after constantly teasing him for months. you guys decided to take it slow but recently you’ve been trying to hint that you’re ready by wearing barely anything to bed, squirming around in his lap during movie night with all ur friends, and bending over 24/7 on purpose. you’re convinced he’s gonna be sweet and soft. but you’ve pushed his buttons and caused him to snap so he fucks you rough and calls you a slut who needs to stop being so bratty. he cream pies you multiple times and then the next morning he eats your pussy for hours as a sorry 🤭

yall are something and i want some of that something too

warnings: 18+ content, MDI! jay x afab!reader, unprotected sex, cream pie lmk if i miss something

author’s note: wow. i have been so busy with uni and work that it feels like i completely forgot how to write. im sorry in advance if this is shitty

it had become a constant thing and ー to jay’s dismay ー a habit of yours to constantly tease him. a new fresh relationship had started for the both of you, and despite the very noticeable sexual tension in the air, you both agreed to take it slow and steady. was this part of a plan? absolutely. who were you to deny that seeing jay contain himself didnt turn you on? the way he bit his lip, or how he would excuse himself sometimes while you hung out with friends became an addiction for you. and here you were once again, only wearing one of his white t shirts to bed and just that. nothing else. the rest of the boys were spread around the house, in the guest room and living room, and you knew that if you only wore one of jay’s shirt, he would go nuts. and he did.

“what the hell is wrong with you!? just wearing one of my shirts with a house full of boys? are you crazy!?”

you were disappointed that he didnt do much other than scolding you, but oh were you so wrong. accepting your failure, you closed your eyes and gave your back to him. you kept the shirt, but the only condition was that you could not walk out of the room in just that. closing your eyes and getting ready to doze of, you felt a tingling sensation on your thighs. ignoring it, you kept trying to go to your dreamland, but the sensation started making its way up your legs. you opened one eye to see your boyfriend’s hands making circles on your skin. it was not new for jay to give you sweet caresses before sleeping, but they felt different this time.

in one sudden movement, a gasp left your mouth as his cold hand found your core. you tried to push him away, eyes now wide open, but it was impossible. his other hand held your body against the bed, and he was strong enough to not budge an inch. “you should’ve thought about the consequences of not wearing anything to bed.” his voice was way raspier than usual, and you could sense a different feeling from his eyes. it made you excited, but you also knew that jay was a softie inside.

your train of thoughts had stopped when something slammed into you. you screamed at the pain, quickly putting your hand over your mouth. he was balls deep in you, not moving, just standing there staring down at you. once again, he had thrusted into you harshly, still no preparation at all. the stinging made your eyes water, but it soon started melting with the pleasure of every thrust. you had never seen this side of your boyfriends but god were you loving it.

soon enough you started watching stars around the room. jay kept a fast, harsh, and steady pace, already making you come undone various times. but him? he had enough self control to hold his own release for a long time. just as you were about to reach your fourth high, you felt something warm inside of you. it felt like a whole hose had been turned on and warm water came out of it rapidly. the feeling was enough for you to release your own orgasm, making the juices mix and drip out of your pussy.

“this is what slutty and petty girls get when they tease their boyfriends”

#🥀 : ask #kpop #hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen #kpop smut #enhypen hard hours #engene #enhypen jay #jay smut #enhypen jay smut #enhypen jay hard hours #hard thoughts

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shirayuricky · 7 months ago

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(oh you sound so busy 😓 and a month is so close omg may uni be take it easy with you, fighting!! i'll look foward to it then I'm sure it will be so good 🥹)

fluff but hard thoughts (???)

this one is REALLY long .. i'm sorry !!

well, it's so embarrassing and a bit weird / cringey actually but i thought about it out of sudden and can't get it off my head pls help (pleasee ignore this if u don't like it im so embarrassed so i apologize if u think it's too weird 😅

rlly ah why i thought abt it 🫠

this is abt gunwookie btw i love him smmm

for reference i wanted to add those pictures of him wearing that snorlax onesie but i don't know why i can't add images here

reader lives alone on her apartment so she's always spending her free time doing the things that makes her happy. she rlly enjoys having these self-healing times but still feels kinda lonely sometimes, that's when she ends up falling asleep cuddling her GIANT teddy bear she got on one of that big claw machines. only when she feels lonely, she tells herself. she is good on her own... but who is she lying to? she hugs that bear so tightly every single night, that's her best friend. she didn't got close to anybody at college and the routine is tough, that fluffy bear is the only one that always hear the feelings she holds deep down her heart and she feels comforted by that she even named him and takes it all around the house, when she's watching movies, cooking and baking or just being. one night she got so worked up after watching a romance movie with unexpected hot scenes that she just couldn't sleep thinking about it. suddenly she felt her body heat up while still holding tight to her bear cause she thought hugging him again would help her sleep faster even tho it didn't. instead, she started slowing grinding on it searching for some kind of relief. when she realized she was whimpering against the bear's soft cheeks and couldn't stop riding it so she started crying she felt so needy, sad and hopeless at the same time. she felt asleep bc of all the crying and her heart breaking she just wished her teddy bear could hug her back and take care of her.

deep in her sleep she felt a really soft touch, caressing her thighs, her waist and then hear face. she tought it was a dream, but when she felt a small kiss on her cheek she woke up to the sight of the prettiest guy she's ever seen and he was smiling so prettily and sweet but still he was a stranger, obviously she would scream. her high pitched scream almost broke the cute boy's heart. why was she screaming like this after telling him i love you every night. he was teary-eyed.

"WHO TF ARE YOU? HOW DID YOU GOT IN MY ROOM YOU PERV?" she was freaking out, who wouldn't though? she was so disturbed by the vision of a unknown -tall as hell- man IN HER BED wearing fcking bear pajamas. who is tryna prank her?

he tilted his head to the side in confusion and said "it's me gunwookie"

she blinked like five times before widening her eyes and again asking herself if this is a prank, how could it be, no one knows about her shameful friendship with a teddy bear, so how could he knows the name of it? he must be a stalker.

"what are your intentions? why are you... stalking me? how do you know me?"

and he looked even more confused than her

"i just wanna take care of you, i love you so much too, it was you who brought me here and I'm so thankful that you treat me so well" he smiled again

something sparked on her brain and she looked around her room searching for the giant teddy bear until she noticed he was there anymore... it can't be...?

"wait... are you my wookie bear? what am i saying? that's impossible..."

he just nodded his head and smiled again

"are you for real??" and gunwook confirmed but seconds later his smile dropped

"why were you crying earlier? i got so worried" and he pouted sadly

oh so he is really my bear, she thought

"I was feeling too sad and lonely gunwookie :( that's why"

"is there something i can do to make you better?" he asked and she just jumped on him giving the biggest hug ever, she needed that

"just stay here with me please gunwookie"

"okay i won't go anywhere" and he hugged her back

after a moment he speaked up again "I'm so sorry"

"why are you saying that, wookie?"

"did i hurt you? you were near me doing those sounds and then you started crying, i don't really understand what happened.. it sounded like you were in pain.. did i do something wrong? please explain me and i promised i will apologize properly to you and repair any mistake"

oh this is gonna be a really long night

(oh 🍄 anon my tests for this week has ended and now i'm back to this. and i got your back! i found some pics of gunwook in a snorlax hoodie. if you're in anon, you can't share images, just links!)

so continuing on from where we left, you explained that you are not in pain, just desperate for pleasure. gunwook seems a bit clueless but when he gets what you're trying to mean, his cheeks blush in pink. he lets you take the lead, he doesn't want to hurt you. he just wanted you to feel satisfied in your sleep.

you ride his cock, bouncing up and down, as you interlocked both of your hands together with his hands. and his blush just gets more pink. he's getting flustered from the pleasure, sweet and soft moans spilling out of his lips.

after the both of you cummed, you tidied yourself up and gave gunwook a simple aftercare, solely made of cuddles. "sorry for that, i was just...needy." you apologised. "y/n, that's alright, at least you're...happy now." gunwook responded, wrapping his arms around you.

#🌼🍄 anon #zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #zb1 hard thoughts #zerobaseone smut #zerobaseone hard hours #zerobaseone hard thoughts #gunwook smut

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Hello💗 may I have a request for a fic or something i feel like it’s on par with your ideas😁!

Perhaps a vampire!minho trope in which YN has a "romantic" idea or fascination with vampires and is enamoured with vampire-related fiction.

students are all adult, kinda like a uni

At the start of term, a new student (Minho) arrives for main course of dance studies or something along those lines, but also having common classes like english and maths so they have interaction.

They had to discuss a book that they like in a presentation-like style infront of the class in English for their project, and naturally, YN talks about vampires—clearly thinking they're not real and just made up! Minho instantly perks his head up at the mention, and ever since, Minho makes fun/teases her for it, saying that the conception of a vampire isn't always romantic and that it's a LOT more than that. Which is funny cause he’s literally walking sex (a vampire) But, For example, he explains idk like biting during ..yk.. is a lot more connection building than people thing etc! and obviously, yn is like whaaaat are you on about, but in reality he’s a vampire himself, a strong one at that (lowkey a person body guard hehe)

i hope all this makes sense, and if you choose to write it (which you’re not entitled too, i won’t mind🥹), you can add your own twist or idea! it was just a thing that popped into my head💚

- enemies-to-lover situation!

I’m sorry this took FOREVER!!!! You have waited nearly a whole ass month for this. If you like this I will continue this for you 🤍

100 Years Older

The cobblestones of Oxford shimmered beneath the muted October sun, reflecting the vibrant hues of autumn leaves carpeting the ground. Y/N, a whirlwind of nervous energy and misplaced gothic romance, navigated the labyrinthine streets, her suitcase bumping against her leg. She'd finally arrived at the hallowed halls of Oxford University, a dream realised. Her heart, however, beat not for the prospect of academic glory, but for the whispered legends of the city, of ancient stones imbued with secrets, and of the elusive creatures of the night.

Her fascination with the gothic, particularly with vampires, bordered on the obsessive. Dracula, with his aristocratic charm and tragic allure, held a particular grip on her imagination. She saw not a monster, but a misunderstood soul, a creature of the night yearning for connection, albeit in a rather unconventional way.

Her first lecture, a seminar on Bram Stoker's Dracula, was a whirlwind of professorial pronouncements and student murmurs. She found herself seated beside a young man, his gaze fixed on the floor, an air of quiet intensity surrounding him. He had an almost unsettling stillness about him, a pale complexion that seemed to absorb the light, and eyes, when he finally looked up, that was the colour of a stormy sea.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

Y/N, startled, turned to him. "Absolutely! Though I must confess, I find myself somewhat...sympathetic to Dracula."

He raised an eyebrow, a slow smile curving his lips. "Sympathetic? To a bloodsucking fiend?"

"He's misunderstood!" she exclaimed, "A creature of the night, yearning for connection, for love, even if it's in his own twisted way."

He chuckled, a low, melodious sound that seemed to vibrate through her. "Love? Dracula? My dear, I think you've been reading too many late-night romances."

"But think about it," she insisted, "He's a creature of legend, a force of nature. There's a certain...romance to it, don't you think? The forbidden, the allure of the unknown."

He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling amusement. "Romance, you say? There's a lot more to it than that, you know."

Y/N, flustered, felt a blush creep up her neck. "More to what?"

He smirked, his gaze lingering on her lips. "Biting, for example. It's not just about feeding, you know. It's about...connection. A bond."

Y/N, completely bewildered, could only stare at him, her mind reeling. What on earth was he talking about?

Over the next few weeks, Minho, as she learned his name, became a constant source of both amusement and bewilderment. He would tease her relentlessly about her vampire obsession, his comments laced with a knowing glint in his eyes that she couldn't quite decipher.

"You know," he'd say, as they walked through the ancient university grounds, "true romance isn't about flowery prose and moonlit serenades. It's about...passion. Intensity."

"Passion? Intensity?" she'd echo, feeling a strange heat creeping up her neck.

He'd simply smile, that enigmatic smile that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. "You'll understand someday," he'd assure her, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Their assigned essay, a critical analysis of Dracula's evil, proved to be a point of contention. While Y/N struggled to reconcile her romantic notions with the novel's depiction of Dracula as a monstrous predator, Minho seemed to find a perverse amusement in her attempts.

"You see," he'd say, leaning closer, his breath warm on her cheek, "evil is subjective. It's all about perspective."

Y/N, feeling a strange flutter in her stomach, would find herself captivated by his nearness, by the intensity of his gaze. His words, though cryptic, seemed to hold a hidden meaning, a deeper layer of understanding that she yearned to unravel.

One evening, as they debated the merits of Van Helsing's methods, Minho surprised her. "You know," he said, his voice unusually serious, "you see the world in shades of gray. You don't just see black and white."

Y/N, intrigued, looked at him. "What do you mean?"

He leaned closer, his eyes searching hers. "Most people see Dracula as purely evil. But you...you see the complexity, the tragedy. You see the yearning beneath the monstrous."

Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck. "I suppose so."

He smiled, a genuine smile that warmed his eyes. "That's what makes you different, Y/N. You see the beauty in the shadows."

The compliment, unexpected and genuine, left her breathless. She found herself drawn to him, not just because of his teasing, but because of the glimpses she caught of the thoughtful, insightful man beneath the playful facade.

As the weeks turned into months, their connection deepened. They would spend hours debating literature, philosophy, and life, often late into the night in the dimly lit library. Minho, a voracious reader himself, would challenge her assumptions, push her to think critically, to question her own beliefs. He would quote obscure poets, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her.

One evening, as they discussed the concept of forbidden love, Minho leaned closer, his eyes gleaming in the firelight.

"Forbidden love," he mused, "is often the most intoxicating."

Y/N, feeling a strange flutter in her stomach, felt a thrill course through her. "Why do you say that?"

He smiled, that slow, predatory smile that always sent shivers down her spine. "Because it's a dance on the edge, a constant push and pull between desire and danger."

He leaned closer still, his breath warm on her cheek. "It's about the thrill of the unknown, the allure of the forbidden."

Y/N, mesmerized, could only stare at him, her breath catching in her throat. His words, his nearness, were intoxicating. She felt a strange pull towards him, a yearning she couldn't quite explain.

He reached out and gently traced the outline of her lips with his finger, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her.

"You," he whispered, his voice husky, "are the most forbidden thing I've ever encountered."

Y/N, her heart pounding, felt a thrill course through her. She wanted to lean into his touch, to explore the intensity of his gaze, but something held her back. A strange sense of unease, a whisper of danger in the air.

He leaned back, his eyes holding a mischievous glint. "But you know," he said, his voice a low growl, "there are some shadows you're not prepared to face."

He reached out and gently traced the outline of her lips with his finger, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her.

"Because," he whispered, his voice a chilling caress, "some shadows are more dangerous than you can possibly imagine."

He leaned back, his eyes gleaming in the firelight, a predatory glint in their depths.

"I am," he said, his voice a low growl, "a shadow, Y/N."

Y/N, her heart pounding like a drum, felt a shiver crawl down her spine. She wanted to believe him, to deny him, to run. But something held her captive, a strange fascination with the danger that simmered beneath the surface.

"What does that mean?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

He smiled, a slow, predatory smile that seemed to devour her. "You'll find out," he said, his voice a low caress. "Soon."

He leaned closer again, his breath warm on her cheek. "But be warned," he whispered, his voice a chilling caress, "once you step into the shadows, there's no turning back."

He leaned back, his eyes gleaming in the firelight, a predatory glint in their depths.

"I am," he said, his voice a low growl, "a shadow, Y/N."

And with that, he vanished, leaving her alone in the hushed library, her heart pounding like a drum, her mind reeling from his words, his touch, his chilling revelation.

Days turned into weeks, and the image of Minho haunted her. His words echoed in her mind, his touch lingered on her skin. She found herself constantly searching for him, her eyes drawn to every shadowed corner of the university, every dimly lit alleyway.

One evening, while walking through the ancient cemetery, she stumbled upon a secluded mausoleum. As she approached, she heard a low, melodic sound, a haunting melody that seemed to emanate from within. Curiosity piqued, she cautiously pushed open the heavy iron gates.

Inside, bathed in the moonlight filtering through the stained-glass windows, she found Minho. He sat on a crumbling stone bench, his head bowed, a melancholic melody drifting from the violin he cradled in his hands.

Y/N, mesmerised, watched him play. The music was haunting, beautiful, and strangely familiar. As he finished, he looked up, his eyes meeting hers. A slow smile spread across his lips.

"You followed," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

#stray kids #stray kids supernatural #stray kids vampire au #stray kids Minho #stray kids Lee know #stray kids Lee know vampire au #stray kids Minho vampire au

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allwaswell16 · 2 years ago

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A fic rec of One Direction a/b/o fics that have nesting as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Harry/Louis—

🪹 You've Got A Higher Power, You're Once In Any Lifetime by BoosBabycakes / @boosbabycakes28

(E, 113k, slow burn) In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would.

🪹 Little by Little by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

(E, 65k, omega/omega) Harry Styles is an omega who works at the London Planetarium, has lived in the same flat for ages, and is happy enough on his own. When he gets home from his first (horrible) attempt at dating in years, a new pregnant neighbor knocks on his door after smelling his cooking.

🪹 Sometimes You Just Know by @2tiedships2

(M, 33k, exes to lovers) the one where Harry and Louis don’t believe in soulmates… until they do.

🪹 never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same by fearsparks / @onlythebravest

(T, 27k, friends to lovers) Harry and Louis have relied on each other for over two years now, always turning to each other every time they need anything from touch to pheromones. But after Harry's omega unexpectedly causes him to drop in the pub, their relationship is no longer the same.

🪹 Empty Nest by @littleroverlouis

(E, 16k, established relationship) pregnant Omega Harry is stressed about a nest

🪹 Nest To You by @neondiamond

(T, 14k, fluff) Ten different nests Harry builds throughout his relationship with Louis.

🪹 Anything that feels good by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

(E, 13k, established relationship) the one where alpha Harry gifts Louis nesting supplies, but the omega doesn’t nest.

🪹 When Tomorrow Comes by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 11k, uni) the one where Louis is an Omega who has been keeping himself pure for his Alpha, Harry is a traditional Alpha focusing on his studies while he waits to find his bondmate, and Niall is a sneaky bastard who keeps borrowing Louis’ clothes and never returning them.

🪹 Midnight by @kingsofeverything

(E, 10k, fwb) All Harry’d wanted to do was be a good neighbor. Now, here he is, half a year later, balls deep and four months into a no strings attached, sex only situation with the Omega of his dreams.

🪹 Waiting by @allwaswell16

(E, 10k, friends to lovers) Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.

🪹 Can We Start Believing by xogucciblue

(E, 8k, friends to lovers) Harry keeps stealing pieces of Louis' clothes to make his nest. Louis keeps letting him.

🪹 All at once, this is enough by @lunarheslwt

(G, 7k, friends to lovers) Harry, overcome with burn out, wants to nest but he has never nested before, doesn’t know how to. Louis, his best friend, is only happy to help him make a nest and be there for him.

🪹 Court Wine by @enchantedlandcoffee , red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

(T, 7k, friends to lovers) after a misunderstanding during a scrabble game, Alpha Louis starts courting Omega Harry without the latter being aware of it.

🪹 All I Do the Whole Day Through by @lululawrence

(NR, 6k, roommates) There was a nest on Harry’s bed. But why was Harry using Louis’ clothes and items that probably smelled like him in his nest?

🪹 I Want You to Linger by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 6k, friends to lovers) A friends-to-lovers fic in which oblivious alpha Louis courts his best friend, nests with the gifts he gets him, and is faced with the reality that sometimes telling someone you love them doesn’t go to plan (but turns out better in the end anyway).

🪹 Like air to the fire I need you to breathe by CuckooTrooke / @larrydoinglaundry

(E, 5k, established relationship) Harry is in preheat and Louis is nervous about his upcoming heat, fearing that he might not be able to fulfill his mate's needs.

🪹 Get Nesting & Soft Knots by ishiplouis / @pocketsunshineharry

(G, 5k, youtuber) AU where Omega Louis who runs a nesting materials Youtube channel meets Alpha Harry who knits his own blankets

🪹 Tastes like Strawberries by @sadaveniren

(E, 4k, uni) Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out

🪹 Simply the Nest (Better Than All the Rest) by @homosociallyyours

(G, 2k, nesting store) It's been a few months since Louis moved to a new town, and he still hasn't managed to get his nest to feel as comforting as he'd like it to.

🪹 Do Not Falter (There's a Star Ahead) by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(NR, 2k, birthday) The present he never knew he wanted - in the form of an omega from his past - might just make this his most memorable Christmas.

—Rare Pairs—

🪹 a little tenderness by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 10k, Niall/Harry) Touch deprivation makes a lot of sense now that Harry thinks about it. Niall seems generally unwell; he appears to be weak, his skin is pallid and his lips look chapped, and his breathing is ragged.

🪹 If you let me be your man by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 5k, Zayn/Liam) Zayn can't help but trail after someone's scent when he starts his heat in the middle of their history exam. The man offers to help Zayn get home safely when he literally runs into him, but Zayn mistakenly thinks it's an offer to help with his heat.

#ficrec #trackinghappily #trackinghome #1dficvillage #tracksintheam #1dsource #hltracks #ficsfor4am

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