#to be honest this REALLY got away from me like i was everywhere trying to write this and then it was 4k words and i was like WELL?

[suguann]

an. a little 'and-they-were-roommates' drabble series to get me back into writing because it's been an age. | masterlist | part two

It starts as a situation built off convenience: he needed someone to take care of his place while he was gone, and you needed a place to stay. 

Simon never thought he’d get anything out of it other than coming home to a house that feels lived-in and the entryway clear of envelopes from months of neglecting his mail—another voice throughout the day besides the intrusive ones in his head that spun like a carousel with the word work etched on top. 

It’s not until you show up on his doorstep, three boxes and a measly duffel bag crowding your arms, that he thinks he really should’ve thought this through better. He’ll only realize this after the fact—weeks late, sleepless nights filled with images of daisy-shaped buttons down the front of a summer dress and a smile that nearly knocks him flat off his feet.

As it is, he’ll blame it on the handful of sleepless hours from tiny airplane seats and energy drinks sleuthing through his system that clouded his judgment, then admit it’s nice coming home to a woman who looks pretty reading a book on his living room couch.

Only his soap-slick fist in his bathroom late at night will know the honest-to-God truth. That is if there was ever a god he believed in. 

He never claimed to be a good man. 

(Can anyone claim to be good in his line of work?)

Just an honest one.

So it goes something like this: he tries not to come off as an obsessed, lonely fuck (the jury is out on either) by just existing in the same space as you whenever the opportunity arises—reading the paper while you make breakfast on the stove he hasn’t touched in too long to remember when, flipping through a book Simon didn’t even know he owned while you water plants you picked up on your way from work, watching whatever you have on the telly before you both go to bed—then he’s on a plane, being shipped out to who knows where with a gun holstered to his hip.

Rinse and repeat. 

The fourth time he comes home after an assignment keeps him away longer than expected, he finds you in the kitchen, covered in flour, a cute, frilly apron tied around your waist that he’s never seen you wear before. A smile curls the edges of your mouth as you look over at him, everything in your face soft and attentive—a vision suddenly takes shape.

You with a ring on your finger, Simon calling you his little wife, getting to hold your hand whenever he feels like it, and not because yours accidentally brushed up against his. His hand fisting in your hair, bending you over the counter, your cheek covered in powdery confectionery, fingers rucking up your skirt and apron because he can.

He blinks once, twice, and the little fantasy falls apart. 

Except you’re still in his kitchen, smiling prettily and happy to see him of all things. Imagine that.

Your lashes flutter, making crescent shadows across your cheeks. “How was your trip?” you ask. “You look more tired than you usually do.”

A shrug, a dismissal. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I have some tea that might help.”

“Tea.” He repeats to fill the quiet if only to stand there a little longer, his bag still slung over his shoulder and his clothes smelling like recycled air. 

“Yeah, I got it from a friend a few weeks ago when I caught this cold that was going around the office.” Sometimes, you ramble, and he can do nothing more than let you get it out of your system—not that he minds. “I swear it’s nothing janky or anything. Just try it; it might help.”

You’re so damn earnest about it that he can’t bring himself to say no.

“Sure,” he says and watches a wide, satisfied smile stretch across your face.

It’d be easier if you weren’t so sweet and gave a sincere fuck about the comings and goings of his life. If the smell of your perfume wasn’t following Simon everywhere—sugary vanilla faintly clinging to his balaclava even after he’s washed it—as a reminder of what’s just out of his reach.

(A mindfuck is what it is.)

[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie threw an arm over Steve's shoulder, bringing him into a half-hug, “So, what did you guys think?”

“It was great!” Steve said quickly, relaxing into Eddie’s side, “You guys killed it, dude!”

“He’s right,” Robin agreed, “It was awesome! Super, duper fun and we’re so glad we got to see it. But actually, we kinda got to go-”

Eddie frowned, the loose grip he had over Steve’s shoulder tightening on it’s own accord, “Go where? Don’t tell me you guys are tired already?”

For some reason, Robin didn’t look at him after he asked the question. Instead she looked to Steve, a brow raised as she waited for something. But then Steve was giving her a subtle nod, her queue to start talking again. She leaned in closer, whispering as loud as she could in the noisy environment, “So… you’re like cool, right? Steve said you were cool.”

Eddie cocked his head at her, beyond confused, “I-yes? I guess?”

“About the thing?” She pressed, jerking her head his direction, “Steve’s thing?”

“Oh!” Eddie blurted, finally catching on. But he still didn’t get what Steve being gay had to do with them ditching. He nodded quickly, “Very cool with it. Have zero issues.”

It was almost true. Whatever issues Eddie had with Steve’s sexuality involved his own bullshit more than anything else. Plus, his answer had Robin smiling. Gesturing for Eddie to lean in closer, “Good. Because we, um. Share the affliction if you catch my drift.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie said, not missing a beat. He had kind of figured that out along the way. Considering the process of elimination on who could have possibly talked Steve through his queer thoughts. Not that Eddie cared, “No problem here.”

“Good!” She said with a grin, “Then you know just how limited our options are where we live. And according to an insanely pretty girl, there is an honest to god gay bar, like a few blocks away!”

Eddie swallowed, discomfort suddenly settling in at the suggestion, “T-That’s where you guys are going?”

“Yeah!” She said excitedly, setting her sights back onto Steve, “It’s time for someone to realize that we are hot enough to flirt and be flirted with! Closets don’t matter when you’re hours away from home.”

“We share the exact same closet,” Steve groaned, “Don’t start preaching to me.”

“And tonight we can escape from it!” Robin argued, “Come on! Eddie’s going to be busy with his friends and groupies anyway. What else are we doing-”

“I’m actually not that busy,” Eddie interrupted, trying his damndest to keep his voice calm. Suddenly, he felt nauseous again. He didn’t-He knew Steve could handle himself. He did. B-But creeps were everywhere! And he wasn’t used to being around guys who only wanted one thing and Robin would be distracted with girls a-and Eddie was really struggling with this idea.

Though Steve seemed to disagree. The next thing he knew, Steve was smiling back at her. Letting out a good-natured sigh, “Fine, fine! We can go. Someone has to make sure you don’t get kidnapped.”

“Oh my god, yes!” Robin nearly squealed, bouncing a little in her seat, “This is gonna be so fun!”

Eddie’s heart squeezed uncomfortably in his his chest at the excitement, dread starting to fill him. He opened his mouth, words escaping before he could even think of it, “Sounds like you two might need a D.D. I can do it.”

It was probably the first time Eddie had ever invited himself to something he clearly wasn’t a part of. But he had to give himself some credit for how smoothly it came out. 

Robin looked up at him, clearly surprised, “Really? It’s not exactly your scene.”

Eddie shrugged, “It could be. I like George Michael.”

Steve snorted next to him, “That is the one true gay litmus test. You got us there.”

“Seriously though,” Eddie pressed, refusing to let it go, “Then you can both drink, dance, have fun. And not worry about how you’re getting back to the hotel.”

“But don’t you want to stay here?” Steve asked, “Robin wasn’t kidding about the groupies. You should have heard what some of them were saying.”

“You could definitely get laid,” Robin added. She was staring at him now, looking at Eddie in a way that seemed a little past confused. Like she was examining him. Testing him. Or maybe that was just in his head. 

Eddie held firm, “Maybe, but I’d rather hang out with you two vs playing wingman to the boys. What do you say?”

“If you really don’t mind…” Steve said, trailing off. But Eddie could tell that he was happy. He could barely keep his smile to himself as he looked to the side, biting his lip in a way that Eddie fucking knew other people would notice. How could they not? 

from the next chapter of this fic

[t1red-twilight]

friends?

content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, confession, cursing, pre-season 4

word count: 1.7k

masterlist d. w. masterlist

you were somewhere in reno, nevada trying to track down a poltergeist. you knew that dean and sam were nearby, but you had no clue how close they were. the motel you were currently staying at was on the nicer side, to be honest. the motel room had been decently cleaned, the television had some actually good channels, and the sheets were soft.

you had ordered takeout and were watching some shitty game show, the room only lit by the lamp on the nightstand in between the two queen sized beds.

right as you were about to take another bite, you heard a knock at your motel room door. well, the knock was more of a thud than anything.

you looked through the foggy peephole, only to see the top of someone’s head and a tuft of brown hair.

without unhooking the chain, you opened the door. only to be surprised to find dean winchester slumped in the doorway. “dean?”

to put it lightly, he looked like shit. there was a bit of matted blood on his hairline and he was holding his shoulder. not to mention the sweat that lingered on his body everywhere you could see it.

“i got shot.”

“what?”

there was a pause before he responded. “yeah, yeah. can i come in?”

“oh, of course. yeah. absolutely.” you removed the chain and opened the door enough so that he could come in. when he was inside, you poked your head out and looked around. you saw the impala parked very crooked in the spot next to your car.

you turned to see dean awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. you walked behind him and pulled out the chair from the desk, urging him to sit down wordlessly.

“i’m just going to wash up for a second,” you stated, walking to the bathroom. dean responded silently with a thumbs up. for whatever reason, you caught yourself in a haze. why was he here? was he actually okay? was sam okay? the warm water from the faucet somewhat lulled you out of your head. you patted your hands dry and walked back out to dean.

you gently tugged his jacket and flannel off, and pulled the arm of his short sleeved shirt up. he hissed in what you assumed to be pain. rubbing his back, you stood. “i have a first aid kit around here somewhere.”

“please, just make it quick. i’m bleeding out over here.” reaching into one of the cabinet drawers, you pulled out the first aid kit. after some years hunting, your first aid kit became more of a small hospital in a box.

you walked over to dean and kneeled to be eye-level with his shoulder. you grabbed his hand and had him hold up the bloodied sleeve of his shirt.

as you were tugging the bullet out of dean’s arm with long tweezers, you heard him repeatedly grunt in pain. “sorry,” you looked up at him. his face showed a screwed-up expression, his eyebrows drawn together.

all he responded with was a tightly knit, closed mouth smile that was very clearly strained. “dean, what did this to you?”

dean looked away at you and at the wall; he began to fiddle with the edge of his shirt sleeve. “you should see the other guy”

you snorted sarcastically.

“no, really. is sam okay?” you took out the disinfectant and prepped his arm.

dean inhaled shallowly. “it was just a mix up with some vampires. i knew that you were nearby, and sam sucks at stitches, so-“ he blurted, before you cut him off.

“…so, you’re keeping tabs on me?” you raised an eyebrow playfully while you readied the needle and thread. “i’m going in with the stitches now.”

“fuck,” he muttered. “thank you for the warning. jesus.” he paused, eyes flickering between yours and the floor. “it’s-uh, hard not to.”

you raised your eyebrows. “what do you mean?” what did he mean? yeah, you guys were friendly, but surely he wasn’t suspecting you of anything. you pretended not to hear the tone in his voice that indicated he meant something more than he was saying.

dean gulped. “i- we just like to know that you’re safe. that’s all.”

“okay you little creeper, i see how it is.” as you spoke, you finished up the stitches with a patch to cover them from any irritation. “i’m assuming you don’t need anywhere to stay tonight?”

he answered your question with another question; you began cleaning the wound on his forehead. “maybe i can just stay with you tonight? i’m sure sam wouldn’t mind,” he all but whispered the last part.

you stood after finally finishing patching him up. this view you weren’t used to, seeing him from above. you were even less used to seeing dean be so vulnerable. he had this look in his eyes, a sort of pleading. maybe he had picked that up from sam. “if you really want to, then you totally can.” you shrugged. “i was just finishing dinner, then i was going to clock out for the night.”

dean held up his hands. “by all means, finish your dinner.”

“eh, i’m not really that hungry anymore,” you joked. “i haven’t gotten in either bed yet. you can pick whatever one.” you closed the takeout box and placed in on the tv stand, the tv still playing the shitty gameshow. you had all but forgotten about it.

dean held a perplexing look on his face, he almost seemed distant. “i’ll take the window bed. you good if i sleep in my boxers?”

walking to the bathroom once more, you shrugged. “yeah, sure. i’m going to brush my teeth- just settle in before i’m done.”

by the time you emerged from the bathroom, dean had, in fact, settled in. he had pulled he sheets and duvet up to his chin, only his head being exposed. what a cute visual, you thought.

“i texted sam. i told him i was staying with you.” he barely even moved as he spoke.

you smiled at him lopsidedly, drawing the sheets back and sitting down. “that’s good,” you paused slightly, “can i turn the lamp off?” dean nodded. you turned out the light and pulled the sheets over yourself.

normally, dean’s snores would have filled the room rather quickly. however, you didn’t notice this as you started to drift off to sleep.

a couple of moments passed before dean decided to say something.

“hey,” dean whispered, “are you awake?” the silence that followed made dean think that maybe you were.

you grunted, but answered with words when he didn’t respond. “yeah. why?” the warm sheets held you in an embrace; one that you would surely disappear into if dean didn’t follow up quickly.

dean mumbled a response, “thank you for letting me stay with you.” the soft genuine nature of his tone made you think twice. what was he getting at?

“yeah sure, that’s what friends are for.” you hoped the smile could be heard in your tone, but anything could be said with how drowsy you were. that was the end of that, you assumed. dean just wanted to be extra sweet tonight, you guessed. weird.

dean all but blurred, “so, we’re friends?” so, maybe dean wasn’t being sappy, maybe something was up.

“what?” you asked confusedly.

his voice lowered in volume slightly. “we’re friends, that’s what you said,” dean remarked. that thing in his voice was there again.

your eyes shot open. “uh, yeah?” he didn’t answer. “dean?” this time, you sat up and looked at him. “dean?” the sheets fell around your torso; you looked to your side you could see that dean was wide awake. “you good?”

dean’s next statement shocked you to your core. “just this once, can you lie to me? please.” the words were seemingly aggressive, but paired with his tone of voice, it just felt to be desperate.

why would he want you to lie? “what? why would i lie to you?” you puzzled out loud, pulling the sheets closer to you again.

“maybe, tonight, we can just be more. just for tonight,” dean murmured. for the first time since he spoke up, he looked into your eyes.

his green eyes swirled with a mix of apprehension and excitement. his brow knitted together again.

oh.

that’s what he had been getting at; that’s what he had been getting at all night, and you were sure that he had been dropping hints far longer than just tonight.

but, you couldn’t stand to be a one-time-thing, even if it just was pg-13 and not anything sexual. you liked dean, a lot. you wouldn’t be able to brush this off. you would forever want him to be close to you; dean wouldn’t be a drug you could quit easily, or at all.

you gulped. “well,” here goes nothing, “maybe tonight isn’t enough for me.” you kept yourself turned toward him, but lowered your gaze.

“what?” this time, he only spoke out of anticipation. the kind of pure excitement and joy that a child has when they get a toy they’ve been asking for for ages.

“maybe i need every night,” you continued. you mustered up the courage to look him directly in the eye.

“that works for me,” he responded almost instantly.

a more calm silence settled over the motel room. you two would need talk this out later.

you laid back down, whispering, “you wanna come over here?”

dean sat up. “yeah.” swiftly, he picked up his feet and left his bed, padding over to your bed and pulling back the sheets little by little. you opened them fully and he climbed in.

it started with the pair of you laying down next to each other about a foot away from the other. until, dean reached out his hand under the covers to search for yours.

when he found it, he grasped your hand like it was his lifeline. then, he pulled your arm; meeting his eyeline, he flicked his head over in and effort to get you to inch closer to him.

you understood, and moved ever so slightly closer to him. dean reached his other arm over and tugged your head to lay upon his chest.

dean was warm, his heat filling you. his heartbeat resounded in your ears, drowning out the buzz of the crappy ac. everything about him was comforting to you; like he and you were meant to be.

“how about you stay with me and sam for a while?” dean whispered into your hair.

you closed your eyes again. “i’d like that,” you murmured.

you’d definitely have to address this later. but, for now, this was good. this was really good.

[p0orbaby]

Leah/reader have been going through a sex drought so reader decides to surprise leah one evening with a strip tease. Make it SaUcY plz x

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The plan has been percolating in your head for days. Weeks, if you’re honest with yourself. The outfit agonised over for days: all silk and black lace that toes the line between sultry and “I’m absolutely trying too hard.” You’ve taken into account lighting (low, warm, flattering) and ambiance (candles, but not so many it screams séance). This is high-level strategy, not a whim.

The drought has been bad. Biblical, almost. You’re starting to feel like one of those tortured protagonists in an indie film about suburbia. “Are we okay?” hangs between you and Leah like stale air. You’re fine—better than fine—but busy schedules and post-match fatigue have made the bed a glorified charging station for your phones rather than a place of… connection.

The sound of Leah’s keys jingling in the lock sends a ripple of nerves through you. You check your reflection in the mirror one last time—lingerie clinging to you in all the right places, lipstick sharp enough to cut glass. The kind of confidence that’s half real, half bravado.

“In the living room,” you reply, pitching your voice just shy of nonchalant.

The door opens, and Leah steps in, looking as gorgeous and knackered as ever. Her hair’s tied up in a loose bun, and her kit bag is slung over one shoulder. She smells faintly of fresh grass and whatever industrial-strength shower gel Arsenal uses.

“Hey,” she says. Her eyes land on you, and she pauses mid-step. “What’s all this?”

You cross the room slowly, hips swaying with more intent than usual. “I thought I’d treat you tonight”

Her bag drops to the floor with a dull thud. “Something special,” she repeats, her accent curling around the words like a tease of its own. “And what exactly does that mean?”

You press a button on your phone, and the opening notes of the song fill the room. Leah freezes as the implication hits her like a perfectly struck free kick. Her jaw tenses, her cheeks flush, and you know you’ve got her.

Her voice is shaky but attempting nonchalance. “Are you…? Are you about to—?”

You step closer, tugging the robe’s belt loose. “Unless you’ve got somewhere else to be”

She exhales sharply, her hands coming up in mock surrender. “Nope. Absolutely nowhere”

The next few minutes are equal parts electrifying and ludicrous. You sway your hips to the beat, sliding your robe off completely before stepping closer to her. Leah sits frozen on the edge of the sofa, hands gripping her knees like she’s trying not to combust. Her eyes flicker between your face and… everywhere else, wide and slightly panicked.

“You’re… really good at this,” she stammers, which makes you laugh mid-spin. “Like, way better than I expected”

“Expected?” You pause, raising an eyebrow as you slide a strap off your shoulder. “What were you expecting?”

She shakes her head rapidly, clearly realising she’s said the wrong thing. “No, I mean—it’s just—oh, God.” She runs a hand through her hair, flustered. “You’re killing me right now”

You step closer, close enough that her knees brush against yours. Her breathing has gone shallow, her lips parted slightly. “Killing you, huh?” you murmur, letting your fingers trail along the line of her jaw.

“I’m actually dead,” she whispers. “Gone. Buried”

You smirk, shifting to straddle her lap, and her hands hover awkwardly at your waist like she’s scared she’ll ruin the moment if she moves too soon. Her eyes search yours, and for a moment, the teasing drops away. There’s just her, and you, and the ridiculous, overwhelming love you have for each other.

“You’re allowed to touch me, you know,” you say softly, your lips inches from hers.

And that’s all it takes. Her hands find your hips, her grip firm but reverent, and she pulls you closer like she’s been waiting her whole life to do it. The playlist fades into the background as she kisses you—slow at first, then deeper, needier, like she’s making up for lost time.

The drought is over.

[yawujin]

Hiiiiii if you don't mind can you pls write v3 boys x reader who can't read social cues for the life of them and need to be told directly to understand a situation.

For example: *one of the boys shows romantic interest*

Reader: "WOW so friendly"

The more I describe it the more it sounds like Marinette from miraculous ladybug

Pls&thx

i've never really written something like this so i hope you like how it turned out anon! ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )

request | how the v3 boys would react to reader that isn't good with social cues

type | react , established relationship , non killing game , gender neutral reader

shuichi saihara ♡

he's trying his best to make it known that he likes you

kaito and maki have definitely noticed how he's grown so fond of you

although he had to tell kaito straight up that he liked you

well, he finally does it, confessing to you

"to be honest with you, (Y/N), i really like hanging around you..."

can he make it any more obvious?

no, seriously, can he?

you thank him and say you'd love to hang out more!

he instantly realizes he needs to be more clear

"no! i mean, i like you, alot... as in more than a friend..."

you encourage him to be more outspoken in the future

rantaro amami ♡

tries to confess to you in a lowkey way

but once he realizes you don't really get what he's saying

he ups the ante

he starts showing more affection towards you

and then finally he tries again

"you know i really like you, right (Y/N)?"

he explains that he wants to go on a date to show his likeness

ohhh he likes me in that way you think to yourself

K1B0/kiibo ♡

firstly, he does everything you want him to do because he thinks that's how easy it will be to get you to realize he likes you

but it's not

secondly, he tries to just straight up tell you but it's hard to express his emotions

finally, he uses himself to print out a note that has his messy handwriting all over it

who knew he could be so forward when writing?

it read "i love you, (Y/N)! i hope you accept my feelings"

and it definitely got the message across

korekiyo shinguji ♡

he's pretty nonchalant so it's difficult at first for him

he knows that gift giving is a pretty common way for someome to show their likeness towards someone

so he tries that (althought he might not be the best at giving gifts)

but when he does

you just think he's being friendly

kiyo, just like rantaro, will try showing more affection towards you

he touches your arms, plays with your hair etc

"everything about you is so wonderful..."

"i would like for you to share that wonder with me"

and that gets the message across

kaito momota ♡

he would realize that you probably took his outright profession of love to you and chalked it up to him just being a good friend

as per usual

he woke up in a cold sweat about this and decided that starting tomorrow he'll be extra kind towards you

over the course of a few days, he creates a nickname for you

you guys hang out together even more you two are alone more often than not now

he held on to both of your hands and squeezed them

"(Y/N), i'm not sure else how to say this but...will you go out with me sometime?"

gonta gokuhara ♡

gonta accomodates you and invites you everywhere

he just wants to show that he likes you!

he thought it was working for a while until

"you're such a good friend, gonta!"

he shakes his head 'no'

"gonta want him and (Y/N) to be more than friends..."

you understood but was taken aback

he shys away almost instantly

"only if that what (Y/N) want!"

ryoma hoshi ♡

he gets it completely

he isn't a stranger to being outspoken so he's fine with telling you how things are straight up

it just so happens that he likes you a lot

so in this case, he asks:

"would you want to go out with me?" "tell me what you want and you'll get it."

your transition into a platonic relationship to a romantic one was easy

ryoma is easy to get along with <3

kokichi ouma ♡

he has to quickly find solutions on how to tell you his feelings without being too sappy about it

he isn't too good at that

he also wants to do it before he runs out of patience with himself

he does what he does best and pulls a prank on you

when you ask him why he did it he just says:

"isn't it obvious? it's because i like you."

is he being fr? you can never tell

but the confusion you had finally gets cleared up when you get outside confirmation from miu that he is falling hard for you

[mininiamh]

cs55 drabble #1

pairing: carlos sainz x norris!reader

scenario: lando has told you something and your worst fears are confirmed

warning(s): angst, age gap (reader is 20, carlos is 30), the f bomb

a/n: first time writing angst 😬 LFG!

MASTERLIST

His words echoed inside your brain, your breath caught in your throat as you stared blankly back at him. Had he really meant it? That he never never loved you?

Carlos paled as the weight of his words hung heavy in the air between the two of you. He tried to reach out to you but you stepped back, the movement acting like a slap to the face to him. “Cariño, I-”

“Did you mean it?” Your voice wobbled as you spoke while trying to keep your emotions in check. A sob threatened to tear through your throat. “That you never loved me? Not even once?”

“Mi amour-”

You jabbed a finger into his chest. The anger and hurt burning inside threatened to overwhelm you as your eyes glazed over with unshed tears. “No, you don't get to sweet talk your way out of this one.” You pushed back from him and stepped further away, running your hands through your hair as disbelief began to settle over you. “What Lando said the other week; was it true?”

Carlos stiffened behind you. Did you have to bring that up now? He didn't want to be discussing your brother, he needed to try to fix your rapidly crumbling relationship which once stood like a fortress but was now slipping through his hands like grains of sand faster than he could comprehend.

When he didn't answer you turned to face him, only he's looking everywhere but in your eyes. His gaze was fixated on his feet while yours was burning a hole in the side of his face. You wanted him to look at you, to see the hurt he had caused you to feel.

“Was it true!” You screamed as your voice cracked.

Carlos didn't move for a moment longer. He closed his eyes and took a breath. He should've been honest from the start and told her as soon as he called the whole thing off. “y/n, listen, I was going to tell you.”

“Oh my god.” You let out a laugh, borderlining exasperated as his admission sunk into every fibre in your body. “I was a bet! Are you fucking kidding me?”

You moved around him and grabbed your bag, throwing in everything that belonged to you. For once you believed you could have something pure, something beautiful and untainted by outside influences but no, fate couldn't even grant you that.

“y/n, please, let's just talk about this,” Carlos pleaded as he tried to stop you from slinging your belongings in the bag. “I'm sorry, okay? It never should've happened.”

You shrugged him off as you zipped up your bag and reached for your jacket and shrugged it on. “You're right, it shouldn't have. I was so stupid for believing I could actually be loved, let alone by you of all people.” You slung your bag over your shoulder, brushing past Carlos as you stormed towards the door. “I'm staying with Lando, I've got a lot of apologising to do.”

As quickly as you had walked into his life you had walked out again, leaving Carlos to pick up the shattered remains of your life together.

[ellswritings]

About Time

Harry Potter x Gryffindor!Reader

TW: Harry being jealous, Y/N is really ‘that girl,’ fluff.

╭────────── ♱ · 𓆩🤍𓆪 · ♱ ─╮

╰─ ♱ · 𓆩🤍𓆪 · ♱ ──────────╯

The announcement of the Yule Ball sent the Hogwarts student body into a frenzy. Professor McGonagall’s proclamation during breakfast was met with gasps, whispers, and cheers. Even the more reserved Ravenclaws exchanged eager glances over their plates.

“Now remember,” McGonagall said, her tone stern as she surveyed the Hall, “this is a formal event. Dress robes will be required, and students are expected to conduct themselves with decorum.”

A chorus of whispers erupted across the Great Hall. Y/N L/N, sitting with Ron, Hermione, and Harry at the Gryffindor table, raised her brows.

“Formal event, huh? Hope you boys have your frilly dress robes ready,” she teased, nudging Harry’s arm.

Harry smirked. “I don’t even know how to dance.”

“Figures,” she quipped, leaning closer with a mischievous glint. “Can’t wait to see you step on someone's toes all night.”

Ron groaned, ignoring their banter. “I just hope my mum didn’t send me anything embarrassing.”

“You’ll look like a prince, I’m sure,” Y/N teased, before turning to Hermione. “What about you? Got anyone in mind to ask you yet?”

Hermione flushed but quickly steered the conversation away. “The Ball is meant to unite the schools. You might want to think about representing Gryffindor without making a scene.”

Y/N put a hand to her chest, feigning offense. “Me? Make a scene? When have I ever—”

“Don’t answer that,” Harry interjected quickly, earning a grin from her.

It was moments like this—lighthearted and filled with their easy camaraderie—that made Y/N’s dynamic with Harry so unique. Their teasing often bordered on flirtation, though neither would ever admit it.

The moment McGonagall’s announcement ended, Y/N became a focal point for Yule Ball chatter, much to her bemusement. Boys seemed to appear out of nowhere, all vying for her attention.

Seamus Finnigan caught her in the common room first. “Y/N,” he said, bowing dramatically, “let me take you to the Yule Ball and save everyone else the heartache.”

She laughed, patting his cheek. “Nice try, Seamus, but I’ll have to pass.”

“I’m crushed,” he said, clutching his chest theatrically before retreating with a grin.

Later, Michael Corner stopped her outside Charms, stammering through his request. “Y-Y/N, I was wondering if maybe you’d, uh, go to the Ball with me?”

Y/N smiled kindly. “Michael, that’s sweet of you, but I’ve already got someone in mind.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, cheeks burning as he scurried away.

But the real kicker came when Viktor Krum approached her after lunch one afternoon. His imposing figure seemed to create a vacuum of silence as students watched the Durmstrang champion approach her.

“Y/N,” he said, his thick accent wrapping around her name. “I vould like to take you to the Yule Ball.”

She tilted her head, surprised but not flustered. “That’s quite the offer, Viktor. Why me?”

“You are... strong. Confident,” he said simply. “And very beautiful.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she replied, smirking. “But I’m afraid I have to say no.”

Krum looked genuinely surprised. “You do not vant to go?”

“I’m flattered,” she said sincerely. “But I’ve got my eyes on someone else.”

Viktor nodded respectfully. “You are honest. I admire that.”

​​Harry’s jealousy simmered for days. He couldn’t help but notice how Y/N seemed to glide through the chaos, turning down every suitor with grace and humor. It was maddening, especially since he couldn’t summon the courage to ask her himself.

“What’s stopping you?” Hermione asked one evening in the common room after he’d spent several minutes glaring at Cedric Diggory, who had been talking to Y/N outside.

“She’s got better options,” Harry mumbled.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Harry. If she wanted to go with Krum or Diggory, she would have said yes already.”

Ron chimed in, his mouth full of Chocolate Frogs. “Yeah, but what if she says no? Imagine the embarrassment.”

“Helpful, Ron,” Hermione snapped before turning to Harry. “You won’t know unless you try.”

As the days went on, The Chosen One wasn’t sure when it started, but he couldn’t seem to look away when Y/N entered the room. It was almost painful to watch her interact with others, especially when those others seemed to linger too long or laugh a little too hard at her jokes.

Take breakfast, for example. She was laughing at something George Weasley had said, and her laughter drew half the Great Hall’s attention. George smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. Whatever he said next made her snort, her hand lightly smacking his shoulder.

Harry frowned into his porridge. “What’s so funny?”

Ron looked up from his plate. “What?”

“Over there,” Harry said, nodding toward the Weasley twins and Y/N.

Ron shrugged. “Dunno. George probably made some ridiculous joke about Blast-Ended Skrewts. Why?”

“No reason,” Harry muttered, stabbing at his food.

Hermione, ever observant, arched a brow. “You know, for someone who doesn’t care, you’re awfully focused on her.”

Harry glared. “I’m not focused. She’s just… loud.”

“Oh, yes, it’s definitely her volume that has you glowering like a thundercloud,” Hermione said dryly.

A week before the Ball, Y/N found herself heading to the library to escape the endless string of admirers. The quiet sanctuary of the shelves was a welcome reprieve until she spotted none other than Harry Potter, buried in a book that he looked thoroughly uninterested in.

“Since when do you study this hard?” she teased, dropping into the seat across from him.

Harry jumped, nearly knocking his inkpot over. “I could ask you the same. Don’t you have another suitor to fend off?”

“Not at the moment,” she said with a smirk. “Figured I’d hide out for a bit.”

“Hide?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

“Yeah, you know, to avoid the inevitable ‘Y/N, please go to the Ball with me’ speech from yet another poor soul.”

Harry tried to smile, but it came out strained. “Sounds... exhausting.”

“It is,” she replied with a sigh, leaning back in her chair. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Trying to figure out how to dance without looking like an idiot,” he muttered, his cheeks turning pink.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “Harry, you’ve faced trolls, Dementors, and a giant snake. Surely, a little dancing isn’t going to kill you.”

“It might if I step on someone’s foot,” he quipped, finally cracking a genuine smile.

Y/N tilted her head, studying him. “You know, you don’t have to be perfect at everything. Just... have fun with it.”

“I’ll try,” he said, though his tone was doubtful.

“Well,” she said, standing and grabbing his hand, “no time like the present.”

“What?” Harry stammered as she pulled him into the open space between the shelves.

“Let’s practice,” she said, placing one of his hands on her waist and holding the other. “It’s not that hard. Just follow my lead.”

Harry’s heart was racing as he tried to focus on her instructions. But it was difficult to think straight with Y/N so close, her laugh filling the quiet library as she teased him for his clumsiness.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it,” she said after a few minutes.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, looking everywhere but at her.

She stopped, her eyes narrowing. “Alright, Potter. What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she replied, crossing her arms. “Is this about the Ball?”

Harry hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words.

Before he could respond, Madam Pince appeared, glaring at them. “No dancing in the library!”

Y/N grabbed Harry’s arm, pulling him toward the exit with a laugh. “Guess we’ll have to finish this later.”

Harry’s anger ended up reaching new heights when he stumbled upon Y/N and Cedric in the courtyard. They were standing under a tree, laughing about something Harry couldn’t hear. He hesitated behind a pillar, close enough to see but far enough to avoid being noticed.

“So,” Cedric said, leaning casually against the trunk, “are you always this difficult to impress, or am I just unlucky?”

Y/N smirked. “I have high standards. You’re doing alright so far, though.”

Cedric placed a hand over his chest in mock relief. “Good to know. I was worried I’d have to resort to reciting sonnets.”

“Oh, please,” Y/N teased, crossing her arms. “You don’t strike me as the poetry type.”

Cedric feigned offense. “And what type am I, then?”

“The charming Quidditch star who thinks his smile is enough to get by,” she said, though her tone was playful.

“Well,” Cedric replied, grinning, “is it working?”

Y/N laughed. “Maybe a little.”

“Enough to get a yes to the Yule Ball?” Cedric asked, his tone shifting to something more sincere.

Y/N hesitated, her smile softening. “Cedric, you’re sweet. And honestly, if I didn’t already have someone in mind, I’d probably say yes.”

Cedric tilted his head, a curious look in his eyes. “Someone in mind, huh? Lucky bloke. Should I be worried?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. But thank you for asking—it means a lot.”

Harry, still hidden, felt his stomach churn. She had someone in mind? Was it someone else he didn’t know about?

The revelation haunted Harry for the rest of the day. Who could she mean? George? Fred? Or someone else entirely?

By the time they reached the common room that evening, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “So,” he began, trying to sound casual, “you’ve been spending a lot of time with Cedric lately.”

Y/N looked up from her Charms textbook, clearly amused. “Not really. Why?”

“No reason,” Harry said quickly, though his tone betrayed him.

Hermione groaned, setting down her quill. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, Harry. Just ask her already!”

“Ask me what?” Y/N asked, her brows knitting together.

Harry’s face turned crimson. “Nothing. Forget it.”

For the next few days, Harry avoided her entirely. Y/N noticed immediately, her confusion growing with each passing hour. By the time Defense Against the Dark Arts rolled around, she’d had enough.

When Harry excused himself to the bathroom mid-class, Y/N followed, cornering him just as he passed an empty broom closet.

“Inside,” she said, tugging him by the sleeve before he could protest.

“Y/N, what are you—”

“Shut it,” she snapped, closing the door behind them. “What is going on with you?”

“Nothing,” he said too quickly, avoiding her gaze.

“Don’t lie to me, Potter,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’ve been acting weird ever since—oh.” Her eyes narrowed. “This is about Cedric, isn’t it?”

Harry’s jaw clenched. “It’s not—”

“Don’t bother denying it,” she cut him off. “What, are you jealous?”

Harry’s eyes flashed. “Why would I be jealous? You’ve been flirting with half the school.”

Her brows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said, his voice rising. “Every guy in Hogwarts and Durmstrang is lining up to ask you, and you just—just laugh and smile like it’s nothing.”

“It is nothing!” she shouted back. “I turned all of them down, Harry! Including Cedric.”

Harry froze. “You... did?”

“Yes,” she said, her tone softer now but still firm. “Because there’s only one person I want to go with.”

“Who?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

She stared at him for a long moment before stepping closer. “You, you idiot.”

Harry’s heart stuttered in his chest. “Me?”

“Obviously,” she said, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Now, are you going to ask me, or do I have to keep turning people down?”

Swallowing his nerves, Harry met her gaze. “Y/N, will you go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Her smile widened. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Before he could process what was happening, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both gentle and electric. When they pulled apart, Harry couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face.

“About time,” she teased, tugging him out of the closet. “Now let’s get back to class before anyone notices we’re gone.”

The Yule Ball ended up being magical, but for Harry, the real highlight was dancing with Y/N under the enchanted ceiling, knowing they’d both found exactly what they were looking for.

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If you're still taking requests 🙂 I like how you write smut especially in the recent chapter of your series. Thank you for including squirting. I wish more writers would since it's totally normal and hot. So, my request is Noah x Reader who've been dating a while but during their first time being intimate together they find out she can squirt. She didn't know she could so she's embarrassed but he loves it and wants to make her do it every time they're together.

ask and you shall receive my friend. changed it up just a teensy bit. if you want a request, send it in!

COME UNDONE // NOAH SEBASTIAN

warnings - p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, first time, language, explicit sexual content, protected sex, virgin!reader

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You and Noah had been together for almost 8 months, and you were falling more in love with him everyday. What blossomed from a friendship over anime became this newfound relationship, and you could not be happier with it. Noah was everything you ever wanted in a partner, he treated you like you held his entire world in your hands, and always wanted you to feel special.

But you wanted more. Noah was patient with you, always stopping the heated make out sessions before they got too far, and always made sure you were comfortable with whatever was going on. He never made you feel like you were a bother, and never made you feel like you were “blueballing him” (or so that’s what your friends say).

It’s not like you didn’t want to go farther. You wanted to feel his touch everywhere, you wanted the make out sessions to go further. You wanted him to do more than grab your ass and kiss down your neck. But you were scared shitless of the fact that you were still a virgin, and you had no idea what you were doing. And you were afraid he wouldn’t like that and would leave you for someone more experienced.

You’ve been thinking about this for days now, contemplating how to go about it by the time he arrived at your apartment for the weekend. Friday rolled around faster than you expected, and suddenly all the nerves you felt were bubbling out of your head. And he noticed, too. He noticed during movie night that you seemed far away, not really paying attention to the cheesy horror flick he had chosen.

“You okay?” He whispers, his fingertips stroking the side of your arm.

Startled, you glance over at him, smiling nervously, “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking. What did I miss?” You asked, and he laughed before turning down the TV volume.

“Have you been paying attention at all?” He asks inquisitively, “You love this movie,”

You sigh, resting your cheek on your knees that were against your chest, “Actually, I need to talk to you about something,” You start, and you see the flash of concerned nervousness take over Noah’s pretty face.

“What’s going on?” He asks, turning to face you fully on your small couch, his eyes searching your face for clues. He remains quiet while he watches you think, grabbing your hand for extra comfort.

“There’s something I want to try, and I need you to hear me out,” You start, not meeting his eyes, glancing at your intertwined hands, “I haven’t been completely honest with you,”

He cocks his head curiously, his eyes sparkling with confusion, “What do you mean?”

“Well…you know that I’m not very experienced with sex,” You start, taking a shaky breath, your eyes meeting his. He gives you a nod, urging you to go on, “I never told you it’s because I’m a virgin,” You blurt, and he blinks in surprise.

He’s quiet for a moment, and you’re desperately searching his face for some type of reaction. But he remains nonchalant, simply nodding, “Okay,”

You literally feel your jaw drop in surprise, “Okay? That’s it?” You ask

Noah snorts, “What were you expecting?”

You sigh, “For you to leave,”

This time, he’s the one staring at you with an open mouth, “Leave you? Over that? No, absolutely not,” He replies quickly, shaking his head in agreement with his statement.

You feel tears burning your eyes, and your cheeks are turning red with embarrassment. Noah notices, giving you a small smile and pulling you to his chest. You crawl into his lap, moving to straddle him as you stare down at him, “Noah?” You ask.

“Hmm?” He hums, head leaned back against your living room wall as he looks at you.

“I want you to be my first,” You admit, and his head snaps up in shock. His hands wrap tighter around your waist, your fingers playing with his hair that was falling out of his loose bun.

“Are you sure, baby?” He asks quietly, and you swear you can see his eyes darken.

You nod, sheepishly looking down at his face, your left hand cupping his cheek, “I’ve wanted this for a while, and I’m ready for you to take me,”

You feel his right hand creep up your back, tangling in the hair at the base of your neck. He glances over your features again, searching for any kind of insincerity, before you say fuck it internally and press your lips to his. Noah gasps in surprise, his hand gripping your neck as he holds you close, and you take the chance to slip your tongue into his mouth, his warmth enveloping you.

Your tongues dance for a few moments, his left hand cupping your ass as he brings you closer, your hands splayed out against his hardened chest. Your lips break, his mouth trailing kisses along your throat, suckling the soft skin of your neck between his lips. You can’t help the small sigh that escapes you, and you can feel his lips turn upwards into a smile against your heated skin.

“Let’s move this into your room,” He whispers, pulling away from you, only to scoop you up bridal style and carry you to your bedroom.

You let out a giggle when he lays you on your bed, hovering over you as he peppers your face with kisses. Noah crawls on top of you, settling himself between your parted thighs, connecting your lips once more. His fingertips trail down your side, touching the edge of your t-shirt, giving it a gentle tug as a hint.

“Take it off,” You whisper against his lips, and within seconds he has the garment over your head and on the floor.

“Fuck,” He groans, noticing you weren’t wearing a bra, your small breasts on display for him. You feel nervous, going to cover them up with your arms before he stops you, his eyes flickering to yours in defiance, “You are so beautiful, angel. God, perfect for me,” He whispers, and you can feel yourself dampen down below at his words. His voice is thick with lust, his desire clear in his voice.

He kisses along the column of your throat, moving past your collarbones, his lips finding your right nipple, suckling it right into his mouth. You gasp out in surprise, your back arching into the touch as your fingers tangle in his hair. He’s gentle, his tongue circling the perked muscle, his teeth grazing the tip, and you are weak in the knees by this point. His left hand cups your other breast, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm and teasing the nipple with his fingertips.

“Noah, oh my god,” You moan, your heart racing in your chest at the pleasure coursing through your body. Your core is aching, and you can feel the wet patch forming on your panties. Keening into his touch, you rock your hips against his pelvis, feeling his erection underneath his sweatpants. You gasp at the feeling, and he groans, rolling his hips back against yours, “Fuck!” You cry out

Noah pulled away from your breasts, capturing your lips in another kiss. But this one was different, it was heated. His tongue was intertwining with yours, teeth knocking into each others as his hand cups underneath your jaw, rutting into your hips with his.

“Noah, please,” You beg, gripping at the bottom of his shirt. He sits up, pulling the shirt off his body and tossing it aside. Your eyes rack over his tattooed chest, the artwork glistening under a thin sheen of sweat. Your fingertips touch his chest, the muscles flexing under your touch.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asks again, his pupils blown with pleasure, “We can stop at any time, you just say the word,” He reminds you, tracing circles on your bare hip.

You nod, and he tuts, “I need words,”

“Yes, Noah. I want you,” You reply, and he goes to untie your pajama bottoms, gently pulling them down your tan thighs. He leaves your panties on, his hands running over your thighs as he hops off the bed, discarding his own sweats.

He stares at you from the foot of the bed, his eyes taking in every curve and every inch of your body. Your knees are pressed together, only thin black panties covering your core. You stare back at him with equal desire, your eyes looking him up and down, irises settled on the tent in his boxers.

You reach out for him, and he crawls back up your body, sitting up in front of your bent knees. His palms rest on your knees, “May I?” He asks, and you nod.

With a gentle push, your legs fall open, caging around him as his eyes meet your clothed core. He can see the wet spot, smirking, “Look at that, all for me,”

You moan at that, and his eyes flicker to yours, pure desire overtaking his entire body, “Take them off,” You moan, “Need you,”

It’s all it takes before those black panties are slid down your thighs, you kicking them off and feeling the cold air hit your wet core. Noah licks his lips, staring hungrily down at you. He grabs your right leg, kissing along your calf muscle, down your thigh, moving himself onto his stomach. He’s face to face with your core, pressing small kisses to your inner thighs and using his nails to scratch along your skin, making you shiver in pleasure.

“I’ve gotta taste you,” He groans, his eyes meeting yours for permission.

“Fuck, yes, please,” You moan, spreading your thighs farther apart in anticipation.

Noah’s gentle, pressing a kiss to your clit, eliciting a gasp from your lips. You feel his tongue slide along your folds, diving in with the tip. You cry out at the feeling, gripping the bedsheets in your hands as he continues to lick up your core, using his fingers to spread your folds and dive in deeper. You can’t help but let out of a scream when he captures your clit in his lips, sucking the muscle into his mouth. The hands gripping the bedsheets find his hair, and you feel him smile against you.

“Taste so good, baby,” He moans, picking up a faster rhythm with his tongue along your clit, making you see stars, “Can’t get enough of you,”

You are a mess of moans, his tongue abusing your clit as you feel a finger teasing your entrance, his index pressing in slowly as he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

“Fuck!” You scream at the intrusion, his finger curling inside you and slowly fucking into you, “Holy shit,”

He finds a rhythm, his finger timed with his tongue as he warms you up, slipping another finger in and using the scissoring motion to stretch you out. You can feel tears prick at your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure, a warmth in your belly developing. Your hips involuntarily start grinding against his face, which he greedily takes advantage of, thrashing his face side to side like a starved man.

Suddenly, that warm feeling in your stomach started feeling like you were going to piss yourself, and you back away in fear, “Noah,”

Noah knows, he can feel your walls clenching around his fingers and the way your clit is throbbing along his tongue, “It’s okay, let it go,” He soothes, his fingers curling upwards in a “come hither,” motion as he sucks your clit back into his mouth, eliciting a stream of moans from you.

The warm feeling in your stomach snaps, the overwhelming feeling of euphoria taking over your body as you scream out his name, gripping his hair, his tongue lapping up every drop of cum you give him as he lets you ride it out. Your thighs are shaking, pussy throbbing against his ministrations, and he pulls away from you with a final kiss to your thigh, getting back up to his knees and kissing up your nude body.

His lips find yours, pulling you into a bruising kiss, tasting yourself all over his tongue. Your fingers trail down his body, stopping at his boxers, slipping your hand inside and gripping his length. He groans against your lips, head falling against your shoulder as you try to pump him, your hands clumsily moving up and down his cock.

“Doing so good for me baby,” He moans into your ear, hips rocking into your fist.

“I suck at this,” You whine, feeling useless

“You’re doing just fine, honey. I have all the time in the world to teach you. But today isn’t about me, it’s about you,” He replies, gently pulling your hand out of his boxers as he gets to his feet, heading to his bag, where he pulls out a condom, “Always gotta be prepared,”

You laugh at that, grateful he at least remembered protection. He tosses the condom on the bed, pulling his boxers off his body, his cock hitting his stomach with a wet slap. You gasp, staring at his length and starting to panic inside. Because there’s no way that is fitting inside you.

“You’re okay,” He soothes, noticing your fear as he joins you on the bed, settled between your legs, “We can stop now, it’s okay,” He offers, but you shake your head.

“No, I want this. I just don’t think you’ll fit,” You admit, and he laughs again.

“Oh, it’ll fit, baby. Because you were made for me,” He kisses you softly, pouring all his love for you into the kiss, and you feel yourself melting.

He continues kissing you as he grabs the condom, opening it up and sliding it on himself. You start to shake underneath him, and he pulls away, looking into your eyes as the head of his cock teases your entrance.

“Say the word,” He tells you, allowing you to make this move on your own time. He has no problem waiting forever, just as long as he has you in his arms.

With a deep breath, you nod, pulling him into another kiss. He slowly pushes in, his head moving past the thick ring of muscles. Your head falls back at the stretch, sharp pains shooting along your pelvis as he pushes in. Your nails dig into his biceps, squeezing him as you cry out in pain.

Noah pauses immediately, stopping his movements as he peppers your face with kisses, “It’s okay, you’re doing so good for me. It’ll be okay, tell me when,” He soothes, repeating himself to make sure you knew.

“Keep going,” You whimper, his hips slowly moving forward again. You whimper through the stretch, the pain shooting through your veins, hands gripping his arms as he kisses your neck, trying to distract you.

It worked, because suddenly his hips were touching yours and he was completely inside you. The stretch was insane, your body felt like it could split in two around his cock. You breathe hard through your nose, tears slipping out of your eyes. He stills, watching your face as you adjust, the pain fading away.

“Move,” You whisper into his shoulder, legs caging around his waist, “Please,”

Noah obliges wordlessly, pulling out before snapping back inside, making you loudly moan. The pleasure from the stretch you felt was mindblowing. He sets a slow, rocking rhythm, tiny groans leaving his lips into your ear as he fucks into you. Your hips rock back against him, moans filling the room as he speeds up, skin slapping skin vibrating in the room.

“Fuck fuckfuck fuck,” You moan, your back arched as he changed his angle, the tip of his cock nailing your g-spot with every thrust, “Noah!” You cry out, your left hand gripping your headboard while the other is holding onto his arm.

“Feel so fucking good, feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” He grunts, the muscles of his stomach contracting with every thrust, his balls slapping against your ass, “You were fucking made for me,”

You are a moaning mess, coming completely undone underneath him as he relentlessly pounds into you. That familiar warmth is back in your stomach, and you can feel tears streaming down your face, “Noah, gonna,” You cried, your walls clenching around him, a loud growl filling the room from his chest.

“Fuck, come for me, baby. Fucking cum on this cock,” Noah demands, his paced quickening up as he grabs your legs, pressing them against your chest and using his legs as leverage to pound into your harder.

The pleasure was overwhelming, his cock abusing your cervix as he thrusts into you. You felt like you were floating, stars forming in your eyes as that feeling in your gut snapped, screaming out his name in a stream of curses. You didn’t notice his cry of surprise, nor did you notice the fact that your orgasm caused you to squirt all over him, the sounds of wet skin filling the room.

“Holy shit, that was so fucking hot, fuck,” He groans, using his hand to circle your clit, more of your orgasm spewing out against his hips, “Fuck yeah give me it,”

You were sobbing at this point, your body overstimulated by pleasure, and the feeling of his cock abusing your spongey skin was too much. You could feel that exact same feeling already forming, and you cried out in agony, “Fuck! Noah! You’re gonna make me—“

Noah growls, deep from his chest as if he was performing Dethrone at the end of the set. He’s chasing his own release, turned on by your moans and the fact that you squirted all over his cock. He’s never had someone do that before, and he is in utter bliss.

“Whose pussy is this?” He demands, using a hand to circle your throbbing clit in tune with his thrusts.

“Yours! Fuck! Noah! I’m yours!” You scream, and it’s all it takes before you cum again, warmth filling your body as he finishes inside the condom. He rides out his orgasm as you release all over him, his lower half soaked as well as the bedsheets underneath you.

Noah slows down his thrusts, dropping to his elbows to kiss you passionately, releasing your thighs from your chest. You thread your fingers in his hair, the long locks cascading over your face as you two kiss. His thrusts come to a stop, softening inside you, and that’s when you feel it.

The dampness underneath you.

“Noah…” You whisper fearfully, and he pulls away to look at you in concern.

“Baby?”

“Did…did I pee myself?” You ask, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you finally look at him, gasping at the wetness all over his hips.

Noah blinks, before remembering, chuckling, “Oh honey, no, you didn’t. When you came that second and third time, you squirted,” He explains, and you feel mortified.

YOU WHAT?

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” You apologize, going to move away from him, “I’m so sorry,”

He tuts at you, grabbing ahold of your arms, holding you in place, “Stop it. You have nothing to apologize for, you did nothing wrong,” He reprimands, eyes sternly looking into yours, “Plus, it was hot as fuck,” He jokes, and you groan in response, slapping his chest.

The room fills with silence, Noah kissing along your neck, pulling out of you slowly. You wince in pain, and he tosses the condom aside in the trash can, wrapping you in his arms. You lay there with him, curled up along his chest, his fingers running up and down your back.

“Thank you,” You whisper after a while, moving to look up at him.

He just smiles at you, kissing your forehead, “Thank you for trusting me with this.”

You smile back, kissing his lips softly, “I love you,”

“I love you,” He replies, before smirking devilishly at you, “I’m so making you squirt again, by the way,”

You groan, but laugh at him, “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” And you knew then, that this would become a hellbent challenge for Noah. He would make it his personal mission to make you come undone like this every time he fucked you.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

~ the end ~

hope you enjoyed and it held up to your standards 🖤 thank you for reading!! will be cross-posting to ao3 and wattpad tomorrow.

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fluffy story with Jinx

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Jinx had never been great with emotions. She loved big, laughed loud, and threw herself into everything she did with a reckless kind of abandon, but soft feelings? She didn’t really know how to handle those. That was, until you came along.

You weren’t like anyone she’d ever met before. Where most people treated her like a walking warning sign, you treated her like… Jinx. You didn’t flinch when she got too loud, didn’t turn away when she rambled about her inventions or her chaotic ideas. You actually listened.

It scared her at first, the way you looked at her like she mattered. But she liked it, even if it made her heart race in a way she wasn’t used to.

It was late at night in Zaun, and you were both sprawled out on the couch in her chaotic hideout. The glow of her neon lights bathed the room in a soft pink and blue haze as Jinx tinkered with a new gadget. You were curled up next to her, a blanket draped over your lap, watching her work.

“Okay, okay, check this out,” she said suddenly, sitting up and holding the contraption out in front of her.

“What is it this time?” you asked with a smile, leaning closer.

“It’s a surprise,” she said with a mischievous grin, pressing a button. The gadget whirred to life, spinning and popping confetti everywhere. “Ta-da! It’s a celebration machine! For you!”

“For me?” you asked, laughing as a small piece of confetti landed in your hair.

“Duh,” she said, brushing it away gently. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, so yeah, you get your own celebration machine. What’s the big deal?”

You felt your cheeks warm at her words. “Jinx… that’s so sweet.”

“Sweet? Nah, I’m just being honest,” she said, flopping back down beside you. “Besides, you deserve all the celebrations. You’re, like, the softest, most huggable person I’ve ever met. It’s awesome.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Soft and huggable, huh? That’s why you love me?”

“Well, duh,” she said, poking your side playfully. “I mean, there’s also the fact that you’re funny and smart and make me feel all… you know, warm and fuzzy inside. But mostly, you’re just you, and I like that a lot.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her straightforwardness. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” she said, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of something burning. Alarmed, you rushed to the small kitchen area of the hideout, where you found Jinx standing over a pan of what was supposed to be pancakes.

“Uh… morning!” she said, looking guilty as she tried to scrape the charred mess off the pan.

“Jinx, what are you doing?” you asked, trying not to laugh.

“Making you breakfast, obviously,” she said, gesturing to the disaster in front of her. “It’s not going great, but it’s the thought that counts, right?”

You walked over and gently took the spatula from her hand. “Why don’t we do this together?”

Her face lit up. “You mean I didn’t ruin it completely?”

“Not completely,” you teased, nudging her playfully.

The two of you worked together, and soon enough, you had a stack of somewhat lopsided but edible pancakes. Jinx insisted on decorating them with a generous amount of syrup and sprinkles, because, as she put it, “Everything’s better with sprinkles.”

As you sat down to eat, Jinx leaned her head on your shoulder, a rare moment of quiet contentment. “Thanks for putting up with me, you know? Not everyone gets me, but you do. And I don’t know… that means a lot.”

You smiled, reaching up to ruffle her blue hair. “You mean a lot to me too, Jinx. Chaos and all.”

Her grin widened, and she pressed a sticky kiss to your cheek, leaving behind a little bit of syrup.

Later that day, the two of you wandered through Zaun, Jinx proudly showing off all her favorite hidden spots. She loved watching your reactions — the way your eyes lit up when you saw something new, or the way you laughed at her over-the-top explanations.

“Okay, okay, last stop,” she said, dragging you to the edge of a tall building where you could see all of Zaun spread out below.

“Wow,” you said, taking in the view.

“Pretty great, huh?” she said, sitting down and patting the spot next to her.

You joined her, leaning against her shoulder as the two of you sat in comfortable silence.

“Hey,” she said after a while, her voice unusually soft. “You know you’re stuck with me, right? Like, forever?”

You smiled, taking her hand in yours. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Good,” she said, grinning. “Because I kinda think you’re my favorite person in the whole world.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You’re mine too, Jinx.”

[hayakawalove]

I'll Get My Way

Summary: Suguru wants to punish you for being a brat, but Satoru has other plans.

A/N: I need them both to fuck me up. I thought I posted this here already, but I can't find it anywhere. More poly Satosugu for you guys.

TW: Brat taming, Cunnilingus, Sex Toys, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Gay Sex, Dacryphilia, Teasing, Oral Sex, Polyamory, D/S Dynamics, Female Reader, AFAB reader, Praise Kink, Vaginal Penetration

W/C: 5,326

Most of the time, you never caused trouble. Causing trouble was something reserved for Satoru. Suguru was grateful for it. He didn’t think he could handle two trouble makers if he was being honest. It was hard enough to keep a tight leash on Satoru, there was no way he could keep you in line as well.

That didn’t mean you never acted out, though. Most of the time you were Suguru’s angel. His princess. Key word being: most of the time. And it so happened this week you decided you wanted to rebel. 

It all started with grocery shopping at the beginning of the week. Suguru believed it was an honest mistake, really. He sent you out to pick up specific things for dinner. There was even a list clutched tightly in your hands when you left. He didn’t need a lot for the recipe as you already had some of it at home. But there were key ingredients written down that he did need. Ground beef, garlic, eggs, among other things. It was a dinner Suguru had been waiting to try for a long time, and he was really excited to see what your and Satoru’s reactions would be. Except when you came home you didn’t have ground beef, garlic, or eggs. You didn’t have anything on the list in fact. The bags were filled with random food items that looked good to you around the store. Definitely not something Suguru could make into a decent dinner. 

It was an honest mistake, he was sure of it. But the second you saw his eye twitch, there was something that went off in your eyes. It was like the brat inside you was suddenly awoken after being dormant for so long. 

You began to see how much you could get away with before he snapped. Your next stunt was directed towards Satoru. 

The two men had gone out for the day and Satoru was beginning to get antsy. He got like that if he didn’t have his usual amount of sugar. Lucky for him, there was one piece of chocolate cake waiting for him at home. Satoru whipped the door open and saw you sitting on the couch, the only remnants of his cake was frosting that laid on your lips. 

After Satoru had a melt down, Suguru caught your eye and he noticed a gleam in it. Daring him to do something. He decided it would be more torture for you if he didn’t do anything, so that was his plan. 

That was his plan, at least. The final nail in the coffin happened on a bright Saturday afternoon. It was cleaning day for everyone, but you were nowhere in sight. Suguru noticed the sink full of dishes and the unmopped floor and he let out a sigh. He looked everywhere in the house, and finally found you spread out on the bed. Your phone was in your hand while you idly scrolled. 

Suguru stops in the room and breathes out your name. 

Your eyes flick up then return to your screen. 

“Why aren’t you cleaning?” 

You adjust yourself on the bed. 

“Didn't feel like it.” 

Suguru felt heat begin to radiate through his body. He wasn’t really mad at you, but every time you or Satoru was defiant just for the sake of it, he could feel every hair on his body stand on edge. 

“Didn't feel like it?” He repeats and you nod lazily. 

Before you can do anything else on your phone you feel a large warm hand wrap around your ankle, yanking you down the bed. You let out a yelp, your phone flying away from you. 

The reaction you were looking for all week was right in front of you. Suguru leans over the bed, one of your ankles tightly in his grasp. His brows furrow in concentration, his eyes dancing across your face. You feel your skin break out in goosebumps, a low roll of excitement burning in your stomach. 

“That’s what I said.” You counter, not backing down from his eyes, no matter how much your brain begged you to. 

Suguru grabs ahold of your chin and you feel your stomach drop. He stares you down waiting for you to waver but you never do. 

“You’ve been a brat lately.”

“Have I?” 

Your lips twitch in a small smile. Suguru leans down closer to your face, towering over you. You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. Black bangs fall down, careful caressing your face. His eyes drop to your lips and back up. Sometimes it was scary not knowing what was going through Suguru’s head. For the most part it never bothered you, but he could be so calculating. His lips lightly trace over yours, not pressing down hard enough to be considered a kiss. 

“You know what happens to brats, don’t you?” 

You spread your legs inviting him in. His hand slides down, guiding down your body. You can already feel the desire for him begin to pool in your stomach. 

“No, what happens?” You say. 

Suguru’s hand lands itself in between your legs, his palm pressing down over your shorts. If you wiggle your hips just right, you can feel it relieve some of your ache. 

He listens as you try to press up into him harder, a pathetic sight. 

He tears his hand away and looks up to see your reaction. He can see a quick flash of desperation cross your face before it quickly leaves. 

“Okay.” You try to play it off. 

He knows you want a reaction. You want him to punish you. Lose control. But brats don’t get what they want, do they? 

Suguru stands up and leaves, leaving you laying dazed and confused on the bed. He comes back shortly though, with your other boyfriend dragging beside him. 

“Suguru! I was-“ Satoru complains but instantly gets cut off. 

Suguru pulls him to the front of the bed and smashes his lips against Satoru’s. Satoru moans softly and stiffens up, before melting into the touch and reaching out to hold Suguru. 

You can’t pull your eyes away. The view in front of you was irresistible. Their lips were locked, hard bodies pressed against each other. Tongues tangle together and you can faintly hear Satoru panting. You weren’t sure what Suguru was getting at, but you couldn’t complain at the view. 

Satoru reaches a hand out blindly, grabbing around until he reaches around your ankle. It was sweet, you thought. Satoru always did something like that when he was getting attention from Suguru. He never wanted you to feel left out. 

You lean into his touch, your body filling up with need. Suguru reaches out and pulls Satoru’s hand back from your leg, interlocking his fingers with Satoru and pulling both of their hands to their bodies. 

Before Satoru can question anything, Suguru breaks the kiss. Their foreheads touch while looking into each other's eyes. 

“Don’t you think she’s been a bad girl lately?” Suguru murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. 

Satoru’s eyes flick over to yours briefly before colliding with Suguru’s once more. 

“She has, hasn’t she?” 

You feel your heart drop. Usually Satoru was defiant, never one to jump on the bandwagon. It was bad enough when Suguru punished you, but when it was both of them it was insurmountable. They worked in tandem so well, always leaving you dizzy. 

Suguru hums, his lips brushing against Satoru. If you weren’t eyeing them so closely, you would’ve missed the shiver than ran up Satoru’s spine. 

“I’m thinking maybe she should sit this one out.” Suguru continues. 

Satoru pulls his head back and turns it to look fully at you. You weren’t aware of how desperate you already looked. Hair a mess from being dragged across the sheets, wide eyes, and a heaving chest. 

“Don’t you agree, Satoru?” Suguru says. 

The way Suguru says Satoru’s name makes your mind blank. It was filled with so much lust, you could barely take it. 

Satoru cracks a grin, his eyes slowly tracing your figure. He turns back toward Suguru and nods, pressing his lips against his once more. 

You want to pout and complain but you knew they wouldn’t pay any attention to you. Once they both put their mind to something, all you could do was enjoy the ride. 

Satoru was more ravenous this second time around. His hands frantically pull Suguru closer to his body. Satoru presses a hand against his cheek while the other winds tightly against his waist. Suguru tangles his fingers in Satoru’s hair while the other hand slides down his body. 

The room felt increasingly hot and all you could do was wriggle on the bed, impatient and needy. 

Soft moans fill the room along with lips smacking. Your mouth felt dry as you watched them. Your hips wiggle from side to side subconsciously. You had two of the most beautiful men in front of you and it left you breathless. They rip each other's shirts off, pressing their toned bodies together. Suguru’s nipple piercings drag against Satoru’s body, and you can see Satoru’s brows furrow in response, his body shuddering in pleasure. 

Satoru’s hand trails down and unbuckles Suguru’s pants. The two quickly shove the garment down, allowing Suguru’s cock to jump free. The sight made your mouth water. Not only were their faces beautiful and their bodies irresistible, their cocks were something sculpted by the gods themselves, you were sure of it. Your hands shook with the need to reach out. 

Satoru tries to pull away from the kiss, Suguru’s lips following his. His teeth latch onto Satoru’s bottom lip, pulling it before letting go. Satoru groans, opening his eyes to reveal a hazy look. 

He looks up at Suguru while sinking to his knees. Your eyes follow his body, watching his hands roam Suguru’s legs and stomach. 

“You gonna play nice today?” Suguru questions, idly running his hand through Satoru’s hair. 

“Figured I might give it a try for once.” Satoru says. 

His tongue sticks out, laying flat against Suguru’s tip. You liked watching Satoru give Suguru head. He was really good at it. It made you think about what their sex life might’ve been like before you. 

Satoru stares up at Suguru while licking his cock. His hands drag up Suguru’s body, running past Suguru’s belly ring. He grabs onto his waist and pulls him in closer to his mouth. 

Satoru wraps his lips around the head of Suguru’s cock, slowly taking in more. Suguru’s breath hitches as he watches his cock envelope into Satoru’s warm mouth. It only takes him several seconds before Satoru’s nose is buried deep in Suguru’s pelvis. If the light caught perfectly, you could see the spit shining on Satoru’s chin. 

Neither paid you any mind, your heavy breathing going unnoticed or ignored. Your legs shuffled against each other, your elbows propping you up. 

If they wanted to, they could go at it for hours like this. You weren’t sure how evil they were feeling today. 

Satoru groans, feeling Suguru’s cock hit the back of his throat. He gags a little before pulling back, all the while his tongue strokes against Suguru’s cock. 

“Okay guys, I get it, you can s-“ You begin. 

Your words die in your throat once you see Satoru’s lips release Suguru completely. Strings of spit connect the two, a sight so lewd you thought you might’ve died and gone to heaven. 

Satoru looks at you from the corner of his eyes, your dazed gaze locked on his mouth and Suguru’s cock. He tries to suppress a smile. The two of them knew how riled up you got when watching them, but they weren’t expecting you to be this caught up. 

Satoru glances back to Suguru, already finding his eyes trained on him. He wraps his hand around Suguru’s cock, slowly stroking it while he licks the underside of Suguru’s tip. As composed as Suguru looked, Satoru knew the truth. He could tell in the way Suguru’s fingers twitched at his side, how his shoulders tensed every time Satoru slid his cock in his mouth. 

Suguru might like to pretend he was this stoic man, but to Satoru he was an open book. One he’s read many, many times before. 

Satoru’s eyelashes flutter when he takes Suguru’s cock in one more time. He bobs his head faster than before, driven only by the cloud of lust that loomed over his head. If it weren’t for Suguru pulling his mouth off, Satoru would’ve continued for hours, always finding himself completely at home in between his partners legs. 

“Bend over for me.” Suguru says breathlessly. 

Satoru smiles, standing up. He watches as Suguru saunters away to the bedside drawer, looking for a bottle of lube. 

Satoru turns around facing you fully, his facade almost dropping when he meets your eyes. The expression is one he’s well acquainted with, as you wore it often. Your eyes were peeled wide open, lips trembling and parted. Your body fidgets under his gaze. You looked torn between holding up your bratty persona, or saying fuck it and begging for them. He thought it was cute how desperately you clung to pretending to be unbothered. Satoru would like to say he looked like that too when he got in his moods, but he knew he didn’t. Satoru didn’t have the patience to keep it up. If he wanted something, he cut the shit and wasn’t afraid to get on his hands and knees and beg. 

“Poor baby.” He cooes at you, leaning forward. 

He leans over close to your face, his presence instantly overwhelming. You scramble back, your body only stopping once you hit the head of the bed. 

“You could have this too if you only weren’t such a bad girl.” He pretends to pity you. He doesn’t, not really. 

He crawls on the bed, fully getting into position for Suguru. Your eyes flicker back and forth between his. 

“I don’t need it.” You boast, hoping your trembling voice doesn’t give you away. 

“No? You don’t need it? You don’t need me or Suguru? Bunny, I’m hurt.” Satoru pretends to frown. 

He inches up further, caging you in with his arms. You keep your chin held high, despite the fact his bright blues were seconds away from making you crumble. 

“Let’s see if that’s true.” He says. 

Satoru stuffs a hand in your shorts, the action causing you to jump. His fingers quickly find their way inside your underwear, the fabric soaked. 

Satoru groans loudly, his lips parting. His eyes remain on yours while his long finger skims your slit, dipping down into your hole. 

The tip of his finger sneaks into your pussy, the stretch making you throw your head back. Satoru likes playing with his food first, so he takes his time in seating his finger in you fully. 

Once his finger was fully sheathed in you, he curled it up. You raise your hands up, the last bits of control you had, ebbing away. You refuse to grab onto him and ask for more. 

“Oh bunny.” He moans obscenely. 

Satoru slowly drags his finger in and out, each time his finger retreats you want to yell. You couldn’t focus on Suguru anymore. A dull hum of pleasure flows through your veins. Satoru slides a second finger in to join the other, easing both back in. 

Satoru pumps his fingers inside you, your walls clinging desperately to him. He loved when you were a needy, teary eyed mess, pouting for attention. The only thing he loved more than that was when you were bratty. He liked seeing you put up a fight, pretending not to be their good girl. It made it all the more enjoyable when you finally gave into your desires. 

The only other person who enjoyed it more was- 

“Satoru.” Suguru’s stern voice comes up from behind Satoru. 

You’re filled with emptiness when Satoru pulls his fingers out of you. Satoru turns his head back and grins at Suguru. 

“What? You were busy.” 

“I was gone for less than a minute.” 

“I gotta keep myself entertained somehow.” 

“Can’t do that and keep your hands to yourself?”

“No, she’s too tempting.” 

Suguru grabs onto Satoru’s hips, dragging them back a bit so he’s no longer looming above you. 

Satoru feels cool liquid drip over his ass. Suguru grabs his ass and spreads it, watching the way the lube drips down coating Satoru’s hole. 

He rubs two fingers over his asshole, keeping a firm grip on Satoru. Satoru’s head hangs low, waiting on bated breath as Suguru presses his fingers in. 

Why start off slow? He needed to be inside Satoru now. 

You moan softly at the sight in front of you, the air feeling too hot. Satoru looks up at you, pressing his ass further back. He really wanted to see you naked. Satoru knew they were supposed to be punishing you, but it felt a bit unfair to punish himself too. 

“Take your clothes off, give Satoru something to look at.” Suguru says. 

The heavy tone of his voice makes your body move by itself. Your clothes are torn off, tossed over the edge of the bed. Satoru licks his lips once he’s met with your exposed body, your dripping pussy put on full display in front of him. Suguru moves his fingers faster, his eyes peering over to look at you. Your hole looked something desperate, wet and clenching around air. He was hoping Satoru wouldn’t rile you up more, but maybe his expectations were too high. 

Satoru fully expected to feel Suguru’s cock press against him, but Suguru stepped away from Satoru. 

Suguru dug around and found a toy, a dildo comparable to Satoru and his size. He handed it to you, your eyes jumping back and forth between him and the toy. 

“Since Satoru couldn’t help himself.” 

You grab it and pull it close to your body. You were grateful to have something fill you up, but you wanted it to be Satoru or Suguru, not this. 

Suguru settles himself behind Satoru once more, lining his cock up with Satoru’s hole. 

Satoru eyes you hungrily as you trace the toy down your slit, your eyes low. 

Suguru presses the tip of his cock into Satoru, making him let out a shaky breath. 

The second Suguru pushes inside Satoru, you press on the toy sliding it into you. Satoru’s salacious moans fill the room as Suguru pulls back and slams in once more. Even though the toy was close in size, it wasn’t comparable to the two men. 

Your hand works deftly at plunging the toy inside your heat, the sight in front of you egging you on. Satoru’s hands clasp at the bed sheets, a permanent expression of pleasure drawn on his face. He watches you intently, focused on the way your pussy stretches around the toy. 

His head bows down and he purses his lips, letting some of his spit collect before it slowly descends on top of your pussy. The extra fluid only makes the toy glide easier in you, feeling even better than before. 

“Satoru, oh-“ You moan. The sight was borderline pornographic. 

Your head falls back, your chest heaving as you try to breathe. 

“Eyes on me bunny.” Satoru tries to make his voice sound even, but Suguru wasn’t letting him. 

You gather all your strength and look forward. The toy plunges deep inside you, grazing against your sweet spot with every movement. It felt like some kind of cruel joke. You had two impeccable cocks at your disposal, but you were forced to use something fake that couldn’t amount to even half the pleasure they would give you. 

You catch the way Suguru’s hand reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of white hair. Satoru whines, the feeling pushing him closer to the deep end. Suguru reaches around Satoru’s hips with his other hand, running his palm over Satoru’s cock. Satoru moans loud, hand shaking against the bed. He grabs your calf, dropping his head and pressing his face into the muscle. You feel hot breaths in succession beating against your leg. 

Satoru’s legs shake from the pleasure. He felt like he might be able to compose himself, but then Suguru’s soft touch reached down to slide against his balls. 

“Fuck, Suguru…” Satoru moans breathlessly. 

Suguru holds Satoru’s balls tenderly while slamming into him from behind, the sight in front of him making his head fog. His two babies, absolutely ruined in front of him. 

“So tight Satoru, you’re such a good boy aren’t you?” Suguru cooes down at him. 

Tears bubble in your eyes, desperate to receive the same praise as Satoru. The toy pushes into you, making your palm graze your swollen clit. It needed more attention, it ached something fierce. 

Your fingers from your other hand trail down, skimming over your clit. Your moans increase in volume, snapping the men from their daze. 

“Hey, keep your hands to yourself.” Suguru orders. He had only allowed you to use the toy, nothing more. Suguru slams his hips forward once with more force, causing Satoru to push forward. 

His asshole ached from Suguru’s ministrations, but he never would dream of telling him to slow down. 

A low whine emits from your throat, the idea of leaving your clit be made you want to cry. 

“I don’t remember giving her permission to do that, do you Satoru?” Suguru questions, slick eyes staring into you. 

Suguru was a kind man, a soft man, but when he wanted to he could be terrifying. 

Satoru’s breath falters as he tries to regain some semblance of composure. 

“Hngg, n-no I didn’t, didn’t give her permission, fuck…” Satoru stutters out. 

You tear your hand away and instead grasp at the sheets below you. 

Suguru looks down at Satoru and watches how his back flexes. His shoulder blades curve as he holds himself up, clinging to some sense of sanity. He can practically feel how bad Satoru’s cock ached beneath him. 

Suguru removes his grasp on Satoru’s balls, jutting his fingers in front of Satoru’s lips. He doesn’t even need to speak for Satoru to understand what he needed to do. 

Satoru lets spit drip from his mouth, collecting on Suguru’s long fingers. Suguru hums contentedly and brings his hand back, coating Satoru’s sensitive balls in the spit. 

Suguru rubs them gently while pushing into Satoru’s ass. 

You watch Suguru’s fingers clench Satoru’s hair tightly, no doubt a low thrum of pain shooting in his scalp. Your hand aches at how it needs to be contorted to fuck yourself, but you were too needy to stop. 

You wouldn’t be able to cum like this, and maybe that’s why Suguru was okay with letting you do it. 

You had one last weapon in your arsenal, and you hoped to god it would work. 

“S-satoru.” You mewl pathetically. 

Satoru’s eyes fill with more lust if that was even possible, and you watch as he pulls away from your calf. 

He looks at you through heavy white lashes, trying to keep his gaze focused on you while he pushes his upper body up. The skin on your leg already missed his touch.

Suguru might want to reprimand you, but Satoru might give in. 

“Yeah bunny?” 

You slow your hand down, fucking yourself at a languid pace. 

You moan out, craving something to push you over the edge. 

“What do you need?” Hard eyes set on you. 

“Need more Satoru, please baby, please.” You wiggle your hips down, attempting to fuck down onto the toy. 

He gives a small grin before moaning out once more. He had a tough job, juggling two positions. He needed to look strong for you, but it was hard to do that when Suguru was decimating his insides. 

Satoru lets Suguru keep him steady by his hips while he reaches forward, hands wrapping around your waist and dragging you down. Your pussy is placed directly under his face, and the sight was enticing. 

“Oh honey, you’re dripping.” He groans. 

His ass jiggles against Suguru’s hips. Suguru heaves out a heavy sigh as Satoru leans down, licking from the base of the toy all the way up to your tortured clit. 

“Ah! Thank you Satoru thank you!” You plead. 

“Satoru.” Suguru reprimands, pulling his hand from his hair to get a better grip on his hips. 

Suguru saw it coming really. Satoru liked the idea of punishing you, but he never was able to do it. Satoru gave into his desires too quickly every time. At least Suguru was able to save some face, refusing to give in until you learned your lesson. 

Suguru’s fingers press into Satoru’s hips, while he pistons himself forward. He could feel Satoru’s walls clenching down on his cock, making it almost impossible to pull out. 

You squirm around the bed trying to push the toy inside you while Satoru licks your clit. His soft pink flesh draws circles around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. 

“Let go.” He murmurs against you. 

You reluctantly let go of the toy, digging your teeth into your tongue. Satoru takes over and wraps his hand around the base of the toy, slowly beginning to fuck you with it. 

“Shit, fuck, Satoru wait!” You groan, not sure whether you want to arch into his touch or away from it. 

He keeps himself propped up with one hand while using the other to drive the toy further into you. He’s mesmerized by the sound it makes, closing his eyes and letting his tongue guide him. Your squeals fall on deaf ears as he fucks you with the pseudocock, listening as you get closer to the edge. 

Suguru feels Satoru’s ass clench around him as he gets more turned on by indulging in you. He can tell he’s close to the edge and all Suguru can focus on is spurring him over. He speeds his thrusts up, hearing the way Satoru groans into you. 

“Gonna cum for me pretty boy?” Suguru pants, feeling his cock twitch. 

“Yes, yes suguru!” He whines, sloppily licking your folds. 

“Say it again, correctly this time.” Suguru throws his head back, his eyes closing. 

“Yes sir, gonna cum for you, gonna cum hard, fuck, please!” 

Satoru erratically fucks you with the toy, the pace dizzying to you. You want to beg him to slow down, but you don’t think he’d be able to hear you over the sounds of his moans. You don’t think he’d listen anyway. 

Suguru pulls Satoru’s ass back, shoving him over the edge. Satoru whimpers as his cock twitches, cum shooting out dirtying your sheets below. As he cums, Suguru groans and forces himself to look down. He wanted to last longer but there was absolutely no way he was going to. His face pinches while he cums deep in Satoru. 

Satoru slows down as he tries to regain composure, but you’re so far off the deep end that pleas fall from your lips. 

“Please don’t stop, please more I, I-“ Tears fill your waterline, your body breaking down from being teased for so long. 

Satoru looks up at you, a new sense of energy filling him immediately. He places slow soft kisses around your pussy, your body twitching each time he makes contact. Suguru hisses as he pulls out of Satoru, eyes glued to the way his cum begins to drip out of his hole. 

Satoru crawls closer to you on his knees, finally stable enough. One of his hands starts to slowly build up speed with the toy while the other holds your thigh up, keeping you spread for him. 

“I got you bunny.” He soothes, dipping his tongue out to lick against you. 

You’re so far removed that you don’t even notice Suguru until the bed dips beside you. He sits next to your head, his beautiful hand smoothing your hair. You whimper, head leaning into his touch. 

“Satoru’s so nice to you baby, don’t you think?” He asks. 

Your words are incoherent at this point but he thinks you murmur an agreement. 

“Gonna reward him then? Cum for him?” 

Satoru’s eyes flick up to see your response and the look on your face almost sends all the blood draining back to his cock. You look wrecked, torn apart. Your hair was disheveled, tears staining your cheeks. 

You prop yourself up once more by your arms, needing to see the way Satoru pleasured you. He was a beautiful, beautiful man. 

Suguru wraps one arm in front of you, crossing over your chest to stop you from caving in on yourself. His other hand drapes around you, trailing up your hot sticky skin. You grab his hand and bring it close to your lips, desperate to have something fill your empty mouth. 

Suguru watches, always amazed at how you somehow got sexier. His two fingers fill your mouth, resting against your tongue. It helps your moans from spilling out, instead getting buried against his skin. Suguru’s pinky and thumb hold each side of your cheeks while he slowly finger fucks your mouth, watching as Satoru sucks your clit. 

You claw at the arm containing you. You wanted to curl in on yourself, you were quickly finding all the attention to be too much. Satoru speeds up his hand, tilting it so the toy beats against your sweet spot each time it enters. Your body tenses as you feel yourself cum, body scrambling beneath their strong hold. 

Suguru slowly drags his fingers out of your mouth but continues to hold you as you settle down. Satoru pulls the toy from you and licks up all your spilt cum. Your body stills in Suguru’s hold, your sniffling being the only sound in the room. 

Satoru places the toy to the side and helps lay your legs down. Seconds ago your body was brimming with electricity, but now you felt burnt out. Suguru leans down and kisses your head, standing up to move you so he can sit fully on the bed. He never once lets go of you, and picks you up to place you on his lap once he’s sat. He holds you as you tremble in his grasp, all emotions from the moment finally washing over you. 

“You did so good, baby.” He whispers, holding you tight against his chest. 

You nod and look up, meeting his gaze. He wears a soft smile as he fixes your hair for you. 

“Did I?” You ask, sounding hopeful. 

“Yes, you were perfect for us.” His eyes trace your face as if he needs to memorize each individual line. He does this even though he already committed them to memory years ago. 

“I’m sorry for being mean to you guys, I didn’t…” You try to hold back tears, regret flooding over you. 

You didn’t want to be mean to them, and the idea of hurting their feelings weighed heavily over you. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Suguru presses a kiss to your lips. 

“Punishments aren’t a bad thing baby. Sometimes you just need to be reminded, that’s all. Everyone can be a brat sometimes, just ask Satoru.” 

“Hey, I heard that.” Satoru grumbles, shuffling in bed, sitting beside Suguru. 

“I know you did.” Suguru tilts his head back and gives a small smirk to Satoru. 

They both share a quick kiss before returning their attention to you. 

Suguru initially preferred to watch you be forced to watch them, body screaming for their touch, but he was content with what happened as well. Each time you fell apart for them was something he loved. 

“I love you baby.” 

“I love you bunny.” 

Heat rises to your cheek and you wrap your arms around their shoulders, burying your face between them. 

“I love you both.” 

Being a brat hardly worked in your favor. 

But maybe for tonight it did. 

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[vivzzi]

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

synopsis: the day guard and night guard communicating through notes.

your shift starts the same way as every other day. you start by checking the pizzeria to make sure no intruders came in then you start cleaning the office. normally it’s full of empty fast food wrappers and cigarette ashes but this time you find a small bottle of sleeping pills with the owners name on the side of the bottle. mike schmidt. you remember vanessa telling you about the new night guard so you assume it’s his. grabbing a sticky note and pen you write a small note.

try and remember to take your pills home with you next time mike :)

- the day guard

you stick the note on the top of the pill bottle before sitting down and checking the cameras and taking small naps every now and then till the end of your shift. once the clock hits 11pm you grab your belongings before making your way out. while walking to the bus stop the sounds of your shoes hitting the ground with each step being the only noticeable sound throughout the empty street you start thinking about what the new night guard could be like. probably lazy since he brings his pills to work with him.

-

everyday starts the same. doing the same tasks around the pizzeria and checking on the animatronics every couple days. you walk into the office setting your bag on the ground taking your headphones off when you see a note attached to the security monitor.

Thanks for keeping my pills safe and not throwing them away. maybe you could tell me your name as well? i wish there was another way i could thank you.

- Mike

a small smile appears across your face before you take out another sticky note writing a small note for him.

it’s y/n and you keeping the office clean is the best thank you gift lol

- y/n

you place the note next to his old one before continuing with your job.

-

when you got to work the next day you didn’t bother with your daily tasks instead you were focused on reading the new note mike has left behind for you. instantly walking through the hallway and straight into the office your eyes see a tiny fort set up in the office which looks like it could fit a small child in before looking over at the desk and seeing another note.

Sorry about the fort my sister came to work with me since i didn’t have a babysitter available last night :/ i promise to clean it up once i come back later. please accept this drink as an apology gift

- Mike

you see a can of coke next to the note and you smile while picking it up. a small gesture which you appreciated.

no worries about the fort it’s kinda cute but thanks for the drink :)) please accept this i think you need it more than me

-y/n

you walk towards your bag and pull out a can of redbull before placing it next to the note feeling proud of yourself. after that you start doing your tasks with mike being the only thing occupying your mind.

-

your routine has completely changed instead of doing what you used to do now all you do is leave notes and small gifts for mike as he does the same for you. this time you brought a gift for his younger sister who’s name that you learnt is abby. you place the gift in her fort. a small stuffed bunny before going over to see mikes new note.

This note thing can’t go on forever i may have to clock in early one night so we can talk in person. Abby would also love to meet you.

- Mike

the note was placed on a small bar of chocolate. mike has already shared his past with jobs and how he ended working here so you never really expected any type of expensive gift from him and to be honest you loved all the things he has given you so far.

-

the next day was different. the second you walked into the pizzeria you were greeted with broken glass everywhere, ripped posters and prizes all over the ground. you sat down in the main dining hall covering your face out of stress you couldn’t help but to feel guilty as if the place getting broken into was your fault. suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a person running into the pizzeria.

“y/n?”

the person runs up to you before pulling you into a tight hug whispering soft words of reassurance into your ear.

“vanessa told me what happened don’t worry about it- are you hurt?”

“mike?”

you finally look up at him as he gives you a small smile and hums to show you that he’s really there before you hug him back.

“i’m so glad you’re here”

“i cant believe this is how we meet”

he makes a quick joke to lighten the mood and it works as you let out a small laugh shaking your head. the rest of the day was spent cleaning up the mess with music playing in the background while you and mike connected over anything you had in common.

leaving him that note was the best decision ever.

-

bonus:

you walk out of mike’s car and to his front door with him as he opens it. you see vanessa sleeping on the couch after babysitting abby. you ended up staying at the pizzeria with mike for his shift that same day which made him invite you over to meet abby.

as mike shuts the door you can hear footsteps approaching you guys. abby runs up to mike giving him a hug before turning to you slightly confused.

“abby this is y/n”

her confused expression slowly turns into an excited one as she runs up to you giving your figure a tight hug.

“thank you so much for the stuffed bunny i still have it. do you want to come and see my stuffed animal collection in my room?”

before you could answer her she drags you down the hallway and towards her room. you turn around giving mike a smile while following abby.

“already bringing her home mike? that was fast”

mike slightly jumps due to vanessa’s voice before rolling his eyes.

a/n: might turn this into a mini series because i wanna expand their relationship but im still thinking about it and i lowkey hate this 😭😭

[neosexuals]

˙ 𖥦  ⪧ ◟together ˒ ˶ taehyun

> synopsis: you and taehyun have been in a business marriage for 4 years,you’ve never had anything between you two. Most of the time taehyun would go around fucking other rich women, everyone knows it’s just business. Exept you

A/n : I literally loved writing this like AHHHH I hope you guys like it <3

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“Always been mine…”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

“Honey im home” he sang out as he entered the home you had together. You were pissed to say the least, you let out a heavy sigh “don’t call me honey, taehyun you’ve gotten into another scandal” you huff again “how do you plan on covering this up”.

He stares at you, his gaze confused and amused at the same time. He ruffled his hair "why do you care?" He grunted as he sat down beside you on the couch "you know that means I'm the wife who let's their man whore of a husband fuck around right? Which leads to them thinking I'm cheating too..?" You argue scooting away from him, before getting up to go away "whatever it's not like you aren't, your just better at hiding it" his attitude scorching through you, grabbing your hand "now sit down I'll go get coffee and tell you everything"

He walks away , once again. You never said you need or want an explanation, but deep down you do.your heart burns as you stare at your phone, the article everywhere.

"Kang taehyun , cheater"

The silence becomes louder in your head, you try to surpress tears. No matter how hard you try he always replays in your mind, he hurt you. He doesn't even know after 3 years of your undivided attention towards him. He doesn't realise you love him. Before you know it your lost in your thoughts once again....

"y/n? Y/N?" He waved his hand infront of your lost figure, you jumped back when he smacked your head "y/n oh my god" his voice clearer now. You won't even acknowledge that he hit you, you don't care.

To be honest taehyun felt bad for you too, he loved you just as much, he wanted to hold you, to feel you to be close to you. But he knows he couldn't, he knows you dont like him, so he acts like he hates you, he hooks up with girls left and right 'knowing' you don't care.

The problem is, you do care.

"anyway, I met her at a club, I felt sexually pent up so, I decided to... You know" he explained himself he was rambling on and on after this before you stopped him "taehyun stop rambling I really don't care" you did.

"I'm gonna go to bed" you walked upstairs the stairs tiring you out before you plop onto your bed,you had a joint bedroom only a wall and a door dividing you twos room.

He regrets his decision every time he fucks around, he acts like it doesn't matter but when he walked into his room he feels an absence. You were that absence.

#######

"Kang y/n finally gets revenge"

"icon y/n"

Your name surrounded the web , you finally decided to fuck around after 3 years. It felt odd ofcourse but you didn't carw., You just wanted to get over taehyun. But you got caught, you thought he wouldn't care since he's always on the news.

You sat on the couch once again, it was a habit for you by now to wait for him at the couch. As soon as the door handle turned,so did your stomach why did you feel so bad all of a sudden.

"how was it?" He dropped his bag, not even making eye contact with you. "How was what?" You asked hesitant of his reply, you were slightly trembling "the sex" his tone grew more aggressive by the word. "I asked how was the sex y/n"

His tone had a hint of sadness to it, you didn't notice it though. His gaze hit you atlas the flames in his eyes grew."it wasn't great" you responded, you wanted to lie but you couldn't. It wasn't great it was sad, miserable actually.

"then why'd you do it" his voice odly calmer than before, he was less jelous. Yet you stayed quiet

You wanted to talk back, you couldn't however. He walked towards you, step by step making you tremble. His next move wasn't clear at all, he sat beside you grabbing your jaw "look at me darling, why'd you do it" you were now facing him, the tention grew between you.

"I..." You fucked up, how or why you don't know but it felt like you fucked up "you??" His leg shaking, you couldn't tell why tho.

"taehyun." You paused his eyes widen as you use his name anticipation coarsing through him.

"taehyun...I used to like you." You blurted it out, the gaze and pressure let it out of you. But you still liked him.

"like I know it's not meant to be that way, I know it's business and I know I'm just being delusional but-" your ramble cut off by his touch. He wraps his hand around your nape, pushing your face closer to his. Your lips almost meeting.

He stares at your lips, your eyes roaming the situation, trying to avoid contact. Your mind travels wanting to kiss him so bad, but you don't want to act suddenly. Waiting for him to make the move, was he playing with you?

"I like you too" he mumbles onto your lips before smashing them together. The kiss soft yet laced with desire. He was holding back for you, the kiss sent shivers down your spine. You stay frozen in place before he pulls away , "you didn't pull away?" He cuts your words off again with a kiss, this time you reciprocate the kiss sending shivers down your spine. Your arms wrapping around his neck pulling him closer, he smiles during the kiss as you do this.

Breaking off once more his smile widens he stands you up "wait." You pause the situation. His eyes widen once again. "Shit whatever" you dismiss your negative thoughts smashing your lips together once more, your hands still wrapped around his neck as his hands roam around your body landing on your waist.

Picking you up lightly. You wrap your legs around his torso as he indicated with a tap on your thighs, the kiss sloppy as he climbed up the stairs carrying you. He opens his door with force as his hands still roaming your body.

"you've always been mine baby" he mumbles onto your lips , dropping you on the bed as he climbs over you leaning for another kiss. This time hungrier more rough. You start to crave his attention, you needed him more than ever now.

"fuck babe" the nickname forming something in you. As the kiss continued, Taehyun's hands moved up to play with your hair, his tongue exploring deeper into your mouth. He could feel himself growing hard against your leg and he knew he wanted more than just a kiss from you.

Feeling the heat between them, Taehyun broke the kiss, panting softly. His eyes met yours, filled with lust and anticipation.his breath hot against your skin. “Taehyun….” You huff out. Wanting more out of him . With a smirk, Taehyun slowly removed his shirt, revealing his well-toned body. His hands slipped back down to your pants, tugging them gently over your hips and down your legs. You were even more beautiful than he had imagined. He kissed his way down your stomach, taking in the taste of your skin. His hands continued their exploration, tracing patterns on your thighs and teasingly brushing against your underwear.

Eager to work with you, he knew his girth couldn’t fit into your pussy. “Want you so bad…” his eyes practically eating you out. His hands find its way inside your soaked panties, his fingers running through your folds. Playing with your puffy clit he starts slowly inserts a digit into you, your folds tightly squeezing his fingers “so tight….” He whispers into your ear “are you sure you’ll take my cock like this?” He glides his free arm across your face, his eyes loving yet sarcastic pity covers his face.

His finger working on you painfully slow as he leaves marks on your neckline. His length gets painfully harder as he fingers you, starting to grind on your thigh. He slowly inserts another finger his breathing ragged as he continues to finger you slowly, his other hand moving up to massage your breast. your breath heavy trying to speak while he mercilessly fingers your cunt. Scissoring inside stretching you out.

You moan out his name softly. “You feel so good around my fingers, baby. My little whore” His words are heavy with lust as he presses a soft kiss to your jaw before returning his attention to your neck and shoulders, nipping and licking softly. He can feel your pussy tightening around his fingers adding a third one chasing your high.

Your moans seem to get louder as his actions get faster, your hips bucking grinding against his fingers. You let out his name before releasing over his fingers as he curled them inside, the orgasm shaking you. You try to catch your breath laying there a bead of sweat trickling down the side of your face.

He gives you time to breath tasting you on his fingers, licking them dry. His body gets more tense as it seems his boxers now have a wet spot from his pre cum, he couldn’t wait any longer kneeling onto the bed and pulling your legs onto his tights “sorry baby, you look so Pretty I can’t take it anymore” he leans in, now in a missionary position and kisses you, the kiss hungry deep and sultry. You could tell how desperate he was

“You ready?” He lines himself between your legs, lubricating his tip with the remaining orgasm you had let out. You nodded eager for his cock to fill you up. As he slowly enters you realise how big his member actually is.

Stretching you out deliciously he groans feeling your tight walls around him “such a slutty little pussy hm?” His breath getting heavily, he would’ve cum right then and there “can their cocks stretch you this well” the pleasure distracts you from his malicious words. He goes on whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he finally fills you up balls deep.

He gives you a pause to get used to his length “says the man-whore” you finally catch your breath replying to his former words. He fumes with anger and starts to move relentlessly.

“Man-whore?” He huffs fucking into you his girth so mouth wateringingly wrapped inside your soaping pussy. He whispers sweet nothings once again, nicknames spewing out of his mouth sweetly.

“y/n if you, fuck- if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll cum inside” he groans and curses under his breath. He was addictive to you, you felt painfully pleasant his, face admiring your features. His girth creating a small outline in your stomach, his cock twitching at the sight.

Your eyes close shut as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, evident by your pussy tightening around him. He takes this as a sign to press on the outline around your stomach , causing you to whimper, the stimulation making you sensitive.

“Baby I’m gonna” his words get cut off by his groan

“Just- do it Baby” you nod your head allowing him to release inside you as you chase your high along side him. He gets cockier and starts to play with your clit, your words driving him. His movements get faster, slowing down at lass to release alongside you.

His juices mixing with yours as he falls on-top of you he slowly pulls out. Shifting beside you, cuddling you to relax.

“Why did you fuck around if you like me?” You start to question his actions. Looking forward to his response

“Cause I thought you hated me , I tried to get over you…” he paused “and also,I don’t just like you y/n love you” his words shook you, a smile forming after you pause “I love you too” you finally respond.

You turn to see he had passed out already, you could only let out a chuckle before kissing his cheek and snuggling against his arm.

[olderthannetfic]

Until I read the comments on that one post I had no idea the Bechdel Test was a joke and wasn't supposed to be a serious measuring stick by which you gauged if something was feminist or not. Everywhere I'd ever heard it brought up, it was brought up as a very serious thing, and it was a failure of media if it didn't pass it. I remember the debate about Mako Mori from Pacific Rim and if she was a character you were "allowed" to like as a progressive person despite the fact that Pacific Rim doesn't pass the Bechdel Test, the discourse, the discussion of if the director was sexist for not writing in another woman for her to chat with about non-men related stuff, the camp of people trying to insist that having a fully realized character arc and being as developed as any of the male leads = good writing even if she doesn't talk to another girl...

And I've also had the remark about my writing not passing the test, just not to my face. I searched my fanfic's name once, curious to see if anyone was discussing it outside of tumblr and AO3, and found a Tiktok complaining about it not passing the Bechdel Test. The top comment was "motherfucker YOU don't pass the test but we still watch your ass". I cackled and moved on, but neither the commenter, poster, nor I had any awareness this wasn't Feminist Media Critique 101 theory and was, in fact, a goof.

Right now there's a segment of fandom debating if Blue Eye Samurai is feminist since when Mizu and Akemi talk, they do bring up men, since, y'know. Women aren't considered people with rights in their era in Japan and thus it's something they mention instead of only talking about being cool girlboss badasses who never bring up gender. If something doesn't pass the Bechdel Test, a smug segment of the internet high-fives itself and congratulates one another on being More Feminist Than Thou.

They then get really angry if you disagree, even though by this metric, Sleeping Beauty (the original animated one, where Aurora has only 16 lines of dialogue) is more feminist than Blue Eye Samurai.

--

*DYING*

Okay, so, nonnie....

Dykes to Watch Out For (1983-2008) was a long-running comic and major piece of lesbian media. I grew up buying compiled volumes at the bookstore. To be honest, that kind of 90s-ish lesbian culture isn't really my scene despite me being bi, but it was very nice to have this slice of life-y somewhat realistic, occasionally somewhat parody, look at the queer communities around me. It's up there with Tales of the City for me in terms of being a window into a particular culture and time and place.

If anybody is interested in queer history, in addition to looking up factual info, I think a read of the complete Dykes would give a really good overview of how people were thinking about things and what issues came up a lot. You'll see things like Barnes & Noble increasingly putting feminist bookstores out of business in the 90s, attitudes towards porn in lesbian circles—all kinds of cultural issues of the day.

I drifted away as I got later in my teens and found more genre fiction I cared about, but at one point, this comic was a very welcome antidote to the glurgey coming out stories that made up a lot of the more realistic media.

Anyway, here's the comic itself, reproduced in its entirety because I think it's important to actually understand the context.

This is from 1985, so the era of Rambo, Conan, and Death Wish, each of which you can see being made fun of here. It's based on Bechdel's friend Liz Wallace's actual rule for seeing movies.

That's it. That's the origin of this whole stupid test.

"LOL, fuck 80s action movies". That's it. That's the joke.

The fact that blockbusters still routinely fail to pass in the 2020s is shameful, but that was never the point of the strip.

[ssentimentals]

f1 pairings as love tropes: max verstappen x daniel ricciardo

childhood friends to lovers

'and whenever i look back, you were always there. if only you knew what a comforting thought that is.'

one.

max gets the best present on earth in a shape of new bike at his seventh birthday. it's big, blue and very cool, so of course the very first thing he does after thanking his parents is rush one block down the road and knock on ricciardo's family front door with an urgency that might look like someone's dying. it's daniel who opens the door and wide grin that splits his face when he registers who stands in front of him makes max feel like that run and him getting sweaty was all worth it.

'maxy!' dan greets and he's fifteen and their age gap should've made it awkward to be friends but max's happy that it didn't. 'whatcha doing here, birthday boy?'

'i've got a bike! a really cool one!' max proclaims, puffing up his chest a little. 'you should come and see!'

daniel smiles softly at max, laughing. 'sure buddy, but let me grab your present first and we can go, yeah?'

'you got me something?' max asks in awe, giddy with excitement. 'what is it?'

he waits patiently for daniel to come back with a plain shoe box and when max realizes what's inside, he freezes up for a second. daniel only smiles, stepping closer and wrapping one arm around max's shoulders. 'you really got into geography lately,' daniel says, letting max hold the box himself. 'i don't have much allowance, but i got you this cool globe - it has lights and you can turn them on at night. you said you want to travel in the future, remember? you said that you want to travel-'

'- everywhere and anywhere in this world.' max finishes for him.

there's nothing much he can say apart from simple 'thank you' but even those two words don't want to come out. max is suddenly struck with an emotion to big for him to name, but daniel apparently understands him perfectly, because he pulls him closer to his chest and ruffles his hair gently with 'happy birthday, maxy' whispered quietly. when max looks up, daniel is smiling but it's not that wide and cheeky smile everyone knows, but more private one, a small thing that makes max feel special. dan always looks at max like max saw main couple looks at each other in the movies and it makes him feel all fuzzy inside. he wants daniel to keep on looking at him like that forever.

two.

the thing about having daniel as a friend is that no one is daniel, no one can replace him.

last year of high school is kicking max's ass without any mercy. it's hard not to lose your mind between divorce of your parents, having to pick university and getting ready for the exams. he's trying though; pushes through with a bitter smile on his face. he shuffles through people, too: high school feels like a battlefield with everchanging cliques and groups of people with their everchanging opinions. max doesn't like crowds, can't care less about dick measuring competitions and stays away from any fights. max sticks to charles - or better, charles sticks to max - and by default he hangs out with whoever charles hangs out. it's surprisingly okay most of the time - they all study together, go out and party together, play football together. they pat his back when he fails a test, hug him when he scores a goal and carry him home when he's too drunk and his limbs won't cooperate. so all in all, everything's okay. or maybe not, because if everything was okay he wouldn't be calling daniel at two am, drunk, leaning on a tree not far from his house so he won't disturb his father.

'what- hello?' dan's voice is rough with sleep. 'who- who is this?'

max swallows. he is seventeen and daniel is twenty five and last time they spoke was on christmas, when dan called just to say 'merry christmas, maxy!' and then hang up. they text sporadically, sometimes send each other funny memes on social media but phone or videos calls became rare and max is honest with himself enough to admit that it hurts him. no one is daniel. he thinks of all their childhood memories: of danny standing up for him against bullies, of them riding their bikes together and he-

'dan,' max chokes up, trying to control his sobs and doing a shitty job at it. 'daniel, it's me, it's-'

'max,' daniel breathes out like a prayer. 'max, max, what happened? where are you?'

he sounds like he's worried and it tugs at max's heartstrings. he is never sentimental but something about daniel, something sacred and intimate about him, something like mine mine mine, something too big for him to understand makes him incredibly emotional. max doesn't say anything but whine slips out of his mouth and he slumps on the tree, feeling completely drained.

'oh maxy,' daniel whispers. 'my maxy. talk to me, sweetheart. what's wrong?'

max's head swims with my maxy and sweetheart from daniel's lips and with a crystal clear clarity he realizes how much he misses him, how he hates this distance between them, how them growing apart and eventually never talking again is his biggest fear.

'max, darling, you are scaring me,' daniel speaks up and there's urgency in his tone that makes max focus on the conversation. 'what is it? do you need me to come and pick you up?'

it's at least three hours drive from the city to which dan moved out to here and the fact that he still offers it makes max sober up. daniel still cares. they are still friends. 'everything sucks,' max supplies and loud snort on the other side makes him smile. 'it's just...a lot.'

daniel hums in understanding. 'i bet. why don't you tell me about it?'

it's hard to talk about feelings in general, but it's a bit easier to do so with daniel. max sits on the ground and talks for two hours about all of his life updates, letting it all out to dan, who listens carefully. he sometimes gives advice, sometimes simply tells max that it's okay to feel this way and by the end of the call max feels ten times better.

'go to sleep, max.' daniel whispers when max audibly yawns for the third time. 'and call me whenever you get like this, okay?'

'i miss you,' max mumbles, yawning again.

daniel sighs. 'i miss you too,' he says but sounds very sad saying so. 'now go back to sleep.'

only when he's halfway in the bed, max understands that he never asked how daniel is and didn't learn a thing about him.

three.

max is twenty and he's trembling with nerves. he keeps on trying to fix his hair but only messes it up even more and eventually gives up right when daniel picks up. his bearded face makes max blink in shock first and his loud laughter brings him back to the present.

'surprise!' dan shouts, pointing at his beard. 'cool, huh?'

'you look ugly,' max blurts out because he's panicking.

daniel only laughs harder at this, knowing that max never means any of it. he knows max better than max knows himself and that thought makes max more decisive about this conversation. he thought about it for such a long time and he finally is planning to confess. to tell daniel, who he saw in flesh last time over five years ago that he likes him. well, first he'll say that he likes boys and then he'll add the last part. it will go well, charles said, smiling. if you two are as close as you say, it will go well. and usually charles is annoyingly right about everything, so max prays that this time he is right too.

only he isn't. max was ready for everything but not for the defeaning silence on the other side, not daniel's shocked expression. and he can understand the shocking part but he cannot understand the silence. daniel is never silent, ever. he is loud, his mouth is always blabbering some bullshit, he always has something to say. but apparently not to max, because all he lets out is a quiet 'holy fuck, maxy'. and it's not in the 'holy fuck, i like you too, maxy' or 'holy fuck, maxy, never knew you'd be gay!'. it's really nothing and it hurts max more than he could've imagined. 'you're not gonna say anything?' he rasps out in an accused tone. 'gonna stay silent?'

daniel looks... almost hurt, really. it makes no sense. he's twenty eight and he is supposed to be the smart one, but what he says is the most stupid shit max has ever heard: 'i- thanks for telling me, for coming out, i mean. but i think- maxy, i think you are confused.' seeing max's expression, he quickly adds: 'like, not in your sexuality! i mean in liking me part. we've known each other for so long and i know that we love each other, max. i think you're confusing the liking part because you can't like me that way, you know? not me and not romantically.'

it makes no sense. nosensenosens nosense - 'fuck you,' max spits out before he can think it through. 'you cannot tell me what i feel and-'

'maxy, sweetheart-'

'do not call me that!' max all but screams, enraged. how dare daniel call him that when he is rejecting him outright?! 'honestly- you know what? fuck you. fuck you for thinking like i am dumb and don't know what and who i like!'

it's all wrong. it's not how it was supposed to go and daniel's hurt expression haunts max for whole month as he deletes his number from his phone and blocks him everywhere else.

four.

max is twenty five and life is good, actually. he's got a fine job with a good salary, settled in a nice enough place that doesn't get disapproving looks from his mother and travels two times a year. by this age he also got a hold of his sexuality and has even two long relationships under his belt. charles still sticks to him but right now they're work colleagues and with the amount of time they spend together, max believes him to be his closest best friend. all is good and the ache in his heart about daniel settled long time ago; it doesn't hurt anymore. sometimes when wave of nostalgia hits him, he reminisces about probably the most solid friendship he ever had in his life, head gets full of daniel's smile and his laugh. charles is great but he is not daniel. no one is daniel; even charles didn't come close to what he and daniel shared, the kind of trust and sense of belonging that max is yet to discover with anyone else. no one is daniel and that's a good and a bad part of this life: no one broke his heart like daniel did and no one came close to him like daniel did.

'this place is too crowded,' max shouts to charles, looking warily at the crowd. he doesn't mind a good party but this place is new and the line towards the entrance is ridiculous. 'is there a second floor?'

'with balcony, yes.' charles points at the staircase, which is barely visible due to poor lightning. 'go there, i'll hold your place. carlos will be here soon with lando.'

with a nod, max rushes to the fresh air as fast as he can, dodging all the people on his way to the balcony. it's a bit chilly but max always liked the cold, so he braces himself against the wall, sighing. he thinks of next vacation when he hears a gasp and shocked: 'maxy?'

max turns his head so fast, he gets a whiplash; his eyes widen at the sight of a way too familiar man. daniel hasn't changed at all - same big energy exudes from him even when he looks shocked, same dark curly hair, same idiotic mustache, same pretty brown eyes. daniel has changed a lot - his tan is even more prominent against his all white outfit, his shoulders are broader, chest bigger; he looks aged up, mature and - fuck. he still looks like everything max will ever want. daniel also stares back at him, blatantly checks him out and max hopes he's not hallicunating by the flicker of desire he sees in his eyes.

'it's really you,' there's awe in daniel's voice as he takes one step closer. scent of his fresh and citrusy cologne hits max and he shudders, which dan mistakens for being cold. 'oh, are you cold? you can take my jacket.'

'i don't need your jacket,' max bites out because he- he doesn't know. what is happening? what daniel is doing here? he came back tot he city? how is he supposed to act? he can't pretend like nothing happened and he's not about to be all nice. part of him wants to punch daniel in the face and another one wants to push him against the wall and slot their mouths together.

daniel's face crumbles and he takes a step back. 'max, i...' running fingers through his hair, daniel sighs heavily. 'we haven't seen each other in over a decade. i- can we talk?'

'about what?' max can't keep venom out of his voice even when he tries. it's simply impossible to look at daniel and not feel.. anger. guilt. jealousy. sadness. he feels everything and he's never been good with emotions in general. daniel looks good, like he has his life together and maybe has a wife and two kids and a big dog-

'fuck, max, about anything!' daniel lets out, throwing his hands in the air. 'i haven't seen you in so long-'

'whose fault is that?' max asks, raising his eyebrow. he knows it's childish. knows he should act mature and like he put it all behind him, but that'd be a lie. 'i'm not the one who-'

'you blocked me.' daniel interrupts, voice forced and strong. 'you are the one who cut me off, max.'

'i had my reasons.' max hisses, tensing up. 'you know them very well.'

and this is it. he thinks daniel is going to roll his eyes and leave him now, tell him that he is an idiot and a child for stucking up on this for such a long time and he'd be right, max knows. only daniel doesn't do any of that; he slumps against the wall, closing his eyes and pinching bridge of his nose. his whole posture screams defeat and for a wild second max wants to step close and hug him, comfort him, because this is still daniel, his daniel, but-

'this is very long overdue but i do want to apologize.' daniel's voice is muted and max has to step closer to be able to hear him. when daniel looks up, his brown eyes are full of regret and max's chest tightens. 'i was a fool, maxy. still am right now, i think. i got scared, you know? i knew i loved you but i always was a big brother figure for you. you always looked up at me and called me when you needed support. when you told me all of that i just- i honestly thought you were confusing everything. of course it was wrong of me to say what i did. i know that now, many therapist sessions after.' daniel chuckles sadly, shaking his head. 'and then you blocked me and i couldn't reach out and i lost all contact with our mutual people and.. yeah. then i learned through my mom that you started dating some nice block and,' he shrugs. 'i mean, why bother, yeah? she said that your mother is very happy for you and who i am to come back to your life? so i let it go, maxy. i-'

'don't call me that,' max lets out, shaking a little. his heart is beating twice as fast as usual and he really can't wrap his head around what he heard. 'don't- i am not maxy to you.'

max wants to cry. seeing daniel in flesh and hearing maxy from his mouth is too much, too intimate, it reminds him of everything sacred in his chest. maybe daniel feels it. feels all the conflicting emotions, can see how max is trying to pull himself together. or maybe it is just daniel, who always knew max better than max knew himself because he smiles sadly and reaches out to take max's hand in his. 'you will always be my maxy. we both know it.'

and it shouldn't be that easy. max should argue and fight and tell daniel to fuck off and watch him beg. max should walk away and not give a second chance. but max only hears 'i knew i loved you' over and over again in his head and his heart can't let it go. a hole named daniel in his heart tears open, leaking all the feelings, filling his heart with all the longing. he's breathing heavily and when daniel gently cups his face in his hands, all max's resolve crumbles. daniel looks at him like he's precious, like he always looked at him since the day they became friends - with reverance and awe. 'how i missed those beautiful blue eyes,' daniel whispers, stroking max's cheekbones with his thumbs. 'god, look at you. i'm sorry, max. i'm thirty two and i'm still an idiot. for what it's worth though, i never forget you. and we can go our own ways now, but max...' daniel brings their foreheads together, 'maxy, sweetheart... if there's even a slight chance of you not walking away right now.. god, the things i'd do to have you back. will you forgive me, max?'

it shouldn't be that easy. only it is. max nods and then he's in daniel's arms and life feels complete, finally. life goes on but this time with daniel in it and it's- it's better than he would've imagined. because life with daniel is bright. it's him teasing dan about his age and then getting punished for it in bed so good, he has trouble sitting the next day. it's him waking up in the middle of the night to smack dan's chest to get him to stop snoring. it's him having every single accomplishment of his celebrated like he won an award, because dan says that every little thing about him matters. it's him having someone to fall into, to lean on, always, all the time. it's him getting serenaded in the mornings because dan is in love and he wants max to know it. it's everything what max kept somewhere deep in his chest with 'dream' tag on because he never thought that this would ever be true. but when the very first thing that daniel does in the mornings is to roll over and plant a kiss on max wherever he can reach first with a whispered 'morning, my maxy, my sweetheart' - he knows that reality is so much better than dreams.

a/n: this one...sucked the life out of me. my fucking god. like i made myself sad with this and i don't know why i do this to myself, but hey, ending is great!! right?? - nini

my other formula 1 works are here

my seventeen works are here

[summerchris]

— missed you (c.s) ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

(this was extremely rushed sorry!)

summary: you and Chris were friends with benefits but stopped talking after rumors were spread around the internet of him dating someone. You were both invited to Tara Yummy’s 1 mil party and end up seeing each other.

the room is filled with loud music and flashing lights. Tara Yummy stickers are seen everywhere and the smell of liquor filled the place. my head was throbbing from the amount of drinks i chugged after playing a fun game of beer pong with influencers i’ve never met before. everyone was sweating from the massive heat filling the room. i sat on the couch talking to Larray as he was fanning me. “Chris keeps staring at you.” Larray blurts out. “Is he actually?” I question. I turn my head after a couple seconds to not make anything obvious and meet eyes with him.

Me and Chris met through mutual friends about 3 years ago and things started to escalate. We became friends with benefits but we kept it private. No one knew about us except for people we were close with. But one day, photos were spreading around the internet of him with another girl at a party. We both decided it was best to stop what we had going on before one of us got hurt. We stayed following each other on social’s so no one suspected anything and occasionally talked, but deep down it did hurt. I turn back around still feeling his eyes on me. “I’m not surprised, he’s been liking my posts non stop recently.” It was true, you’ve caught Chris stalking your socials ever since what had happened and favoriting some of your TikToks. “I think you should talk to him.” Larray suggests. I think about it for a moment and make my way over.

“I didn’t know you’d be here.” He jokes knowing me and Tara are best friends. “I can say the same about you.” I smile. “Just supporting a friend.” I nod. The music grew louder and it became harder to hear each other. He gently grabbed my hand and led me to a hallway that was more quiet. We definitely got in the background of some photos which is terrifying to think about. We didn’t say anything for a hot minute until he spoke up.

“You look really good.” He says while continuing to stare at me like he was star struck. “Thank you.” I smile. If I had to be honest, I was going insane inside but I was trying my best to act mysterious and calm. “Hey guys come get in the photo!” A voice behind us yelled. We turned in sync and saw Nick desperately waving at us. We head over and get in the photo with Jake beside us. “People are gonna think we replaced Matt.” Nick laughed. “Where even is Matt?” I question not seeing the guy anywhere. “He supposedly had better plans.” Chris responded. Nick and Jake walked away after the photos developed leaving me and Chris alone once again.

I couldn’t help but notice how good he looked. He was in a all black fit which was driving me insane and his hair was a bit messy but it still somehow looked good. He looked down at me and smirked. I’m guessing he caught me staring. I can feel the tension between us getting more intense. No one else was in the photo booth and the music was echoing behind us. I suddenly felt a pair of hands go around my waist. “Is this okay?” He politely asked and I nod. I look up meeting his eyes and he slowly leaned in not wanting to rush anything. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently.” He got closer. “I’ve been thinking about you too.” I whisper. Our lips meet and his hand travels down to my ass giving it a squeeze. I gasp and he took the opportunity to take control. The kiss became more heated until we both couldn’t handle it. After pulling apart, we were both out of breath and messy. He gently pulled away after catching his breath. “I’ve missed you, so so much.” Our bodies were still touching. “I’ve missed you too Chris.” I smile. “You’re the one I want to be seeing, not anyone else.” I couldn’t help but smile more.

[ad-caelestia]

i've spent a lot of time saying "here's what you could do" as a witch versus "here is what i actually do" as a witch, so let's go.

as much as i try to stir my coffee in one direction or another, it always ends up counter-clockwise - instead of seeing it as a mistake, i just work around it by thinking of it like, i'm banishing (counter-clockwise) negativity from my day versus attracting (clockwise) positivity.

i tend to use colors that align with planets versus other folkloric associations - instead of a green candle for money, i'll use a blue one because blue is associated with jupiter which is associated with wealth and good fortune. lucky for me, all the other planets have colors that align appropriately so i don't have to think about those as much (sun - gold, moon - silver, mercury - ehhhhh a mix of like, yellow/violet/indigo, venus - baby pink/mint, mars - red/rust, etc etc.).

i have a money bowl that i redo on the first of every month and i set a cinnamon stick above my front door for prosperity - i have a tiny little angel of a bunny whose health means more to me than the ritualistic act of blowing cinnamon into your home from outside the front door.

my "grimoire" or book of shadows or WHATEVER you wanna call it lives on my computer via onenote and is also scattered through many many notebooks i have collected over the years - if i'm being honest, i am way too picky about my handwriting and messing things up when i am writing in pen that i would just rather keep it somewhere i can type and alt+f to get where i need to go.

my main altar lives on a pretty gold and faux marble bookshelf but honestly, my whole house is my altar - there are sacred spaces at every corner if you know what to look for.

if i want something for my craft, i try to repurpose old things or thrift for them - you'd be amazed what you can do with some of the most basic things (i found my money bowl, which is a crystal dish, at the thrift store for 99 cents); the dollar 25 tree is also a good spot to shop for cheap trinkets.

much of my craft is muscle memory, which has come from YEARS of practice - if i'm cooking and need to use like, basil for example (luck, money, protection), i just kind of already know what it's "good for" and keep that in the front of my mind while i'm cooking so the intent doesn't get buried.

i really REALLY prefer to make my own stuff but that's not always feasible - i really thought the other day that i could just start making candles for myself and had to put that thought on HOLD because let's be real, i'm not doing all that. instead, i will continue to use all the chime candles i have collected over the years instead of immediately going out to find something new.

cleansing ritual who? every time i mop my floor or clean the baseboards or wipe down the counter, i'm cleansing my space. i very much believe that mundane cleaning can be equally as magical and therapeutic if the intent is there.

same thing with literally any other magical thing i do these days: i won't go digging for new items to serve me and my spellwork, i will just use what i already have.

doing spells when the opportunity presents itself versus days of planning - i got a new body wash the other day whose main ingredient and scent is rose so i figured i could use it for a glamour at some point; needed some cinnamon the other day for pancakes and stashed some away for use as a catalyst later on; stuck a bay leaf in my pasta sauce while cooking and made a little wish beforehand.

tethers. everywhere. this one's a bit personal for me but generally speaking, i like to tie energy to a physical object and store it for later use.

i have never buried anything in my yard for any reason - i usually just stick it in a box if the spell isn't finished, cleanse and reuse, or discard all together after thanking it for its assistance.

i swear i have a mean tarot deck and a nice one so i tend to be biased and choose accordingly. 🙃

i also have two pendulums i don't use and a set of blue goldstone runes that i have had for 8 years but don't touch anymore. let that be a gentle reminder that you don't have to do all the things, i promise.

anyway, those are some things about my craft ok bye