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⡠First Time?
Synopsis . When you get paired with the campus asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that heâs a damn virgin. Nor did you expect to be the one to change that. / Pairing . virgin!Sukuna x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), premature ejac, non-curse college au, dirty talk, pet names, degrading, porn w plot, teasing, taunting, filth, etc. / wc . 6k
A/N: ty to the nonnie on my main who asked if Iâd ever write virgin!jjk men :3 [MDNI]
Who wouldâve thought?
Of all people, Sukuna, a virgin? It just didnât make sense.
He was this stand-offish asshole who most people respected out of pure fear. He didnât exactly do parties and yet you could always find him at one. Heâd always have some chick on his arm or even in his lap so, in what world would anyone with a brain assume heâs actually never been inside a woman before?
And to make his lack of game all the more unbelievable, heâs even rumored to have a big dickâ itâs like some overly well-known campus fact about the guy.
So, again, what reason would anyone have to think the guy was a virgin?
Certainly not you, of course. And you donât expect to be the only person to find out such information either.
The way you find out is probably even more bizarre than the fact itself. You and him had little to no reason to ever interact with each other. You werenât some shy nerd who holed herself up in her room all day or anything but you werenât much of the party type other.
You were stuck somewhere in the middle of all that, vicariously living through some of your friends who had better things going for them.
As such, there was no real reason for you and Sukuna to cross paths. He never even had a reason to acknowledge your existence until the two of you are paired up together for a project in the one class you happen to take together.
ââ
The background noise is the chatter of your fellow classmates and their own project partners, you find your partner grumbling out a low, âWhat?â In response to your last statement, having hardly heard a thing you said.
âI said,â You huff, sitting beside the man in question as today marks week two of you being paired up with him for this semesterâs project, âWe should be meeting up outside of class too. We could get his knocked out in like a day if you just-â
âOh that,â Sukuna cuts off casually. Seated all slouched back in his seat, his legs sprawled out in that signature manspread of hisâ he rolls his eyes at your little reminder, âYou said somethinâ about that last week.â
You speak through slightly gritted teeth, fighting the headache heâs about to give you from this conversation alone, âAll the more reason for you to take it into consideration. The faster we get this done, the less we have to deal with each other.â
As you say that, you glance at him only to find his eyes directly on yours already. Heâs got such lazy posture, his head tilted slightly whilst he gazes at you so intently, and his big muscular arms folded across his chest. Even wearing a black hoodie and gray sweats, he still looks as attractive as everâ mean low-lidded crimson eyes locked on yours, tattooed face so beautifully defined, and rosy lips pulled into such an uninterested little frown.
Up until your words hit his ears properly, âThe less we have to deal with each other, huh?â Sukuna repeats, narrowing his eyes even further at you, âYou barely even know me ând yet you want nothing to do with me already.â
âI know enough about you, Sukuna,â You say with a sigh, âAnd you hardly contribute to this project as is. Which only proves that everything they say about you is probably true.â
He arches a brow, his interest piquing, âAnd what exactly do people say about me?â
You let off a light scoff, âDonât act like you donât know.â
âBut I donât know,â Sukuna tells you honestly, maroon eyes boring into yours.
You stare for a moment as you try to decipher whether or not heâs being honest right now. How does he not know what people say about him? Everyone talks about his brooding personality very openly.
âThey say youâre an ass,â You eventually say to the man.
To which his lips twitch into a slight smirk, âAnd you believe that?â
âSeeing as Iâve asked you to, at the very least, type your name on this document and you havenât even done that yet,â You scoff, âYes.â
The two of you mildly glare at one another for a moment before Sukuna leans up in his seat. Breaking eye contact for just a moment to look at his laptop, he swiftly moves to open up that shared document of yours and types his name out with a heavy sigh.
After which, heâs slouching back again and looking at you, âDonât believe everything people tell you, woman.â
You roll your eyes at him, âWhat? Are you not fond of rumors? That still doesnât negate the fact that youâre an assho-â
âWhen do you want to meet up?â Sukuna grumbles out almost reluctantly, watching the way you pause and swallow thickly as he catches you off-guard.
Heâs almost even intrigued by how quickly you bounce back, despite being caught by surprise, âFriday. Are you free?â
âUnfortunately,â He grumps.
You give him a little shrug, âGood. Iâll see you then.â
And that was it. That was how each and every interaction with you and Sukuna went. Bickering back and forth about him not doing shit to help you with something thatâll affect your grade majorly, criticizing you about being too focused and needing to relax every now and then, and even calling you a stuck-up little brat one timeâ it was safe to say, you and Sukuna didnât get along too well.
Not that you minded anyway. He wasnât your first partner to care little about their grade so, you knew how to deal with these kinds of people by now. Typically, you indulge yourself in their craving to ârelaxâ just once and then they promise to start helping. Youâve gone down that path before and itâs worked for you then so you assume things will go the same way with Sukuna.
Plus, you guess you can give him a slight pass for his asshole attitude, at least he has a pretty face to look at. Dark ink always decorating his awfully smooth skin, deep dark yet beautiful ruby-shaded eyes boring into whatever it is his focus on, and broad shoulders looming over your smaller figure every time he stands in front of youâ you can't help but feel both attracted and intimidated by the man.
ââ
Which is exactly why when you open your apartment door for the scheduled meetup that Friday to crane your head up at him, youâre swallowing thickly to settle your nerves. Youâve never been alone with the man so of course youâre a bit nervous.
Especially with the way he gazes down at you like thatâs exactly where you belong: beneath him. His eyes are filled to the brim with intensity and yet heâs only just set them on you. Wearing a noticeable black compression shirt and those signature gray sweets of his, he almost appears as though heâd just come from the gym.
And just as you take in his appearance, he very openly takes in yoursâ his eyes raking over your body and taking in every single inch of you. After all, just as it was your first time alone with him, it was his first time seeing you dress so comfortably. He doesnât even try to hide the way he stares at your tits peeking out from the rather thin spaghetti-strap top you were wearing, his eyes soon trailing down slowly to those tauntingly short shorts you had on.
âSo,â Sukuna swipes his tongue over his lips and cocks his head to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes yet to lift from your legs, âAre you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna let me in?â
You blink out of whatever little daze you were in, having found yourself gazing at his chest far longer than you meant to. It was right in front of your face after all, how could you look anywhere else? And his shirt was so damn tight, the fabric hugging his well-toned body perfectly, so much so that you swore you could make out piercings on his-
Sukuna leans forward suddenly, his face nearing yours to gain your full attention, âIf you keep staring at me like that, Iâm gonna assume you invited me over for something else-â
âSorry,â You chirp out as you clear your throat and awkwardly step back a bit to let him in, âYou can come in.â
Nodding, Sukuna slips by you and you shut your apartment door behind him. Then, youâre quick to lead him over to your living room where youâd previously been working on your project.
The two of you are hasty to take a seat on your couch, both of you only a few inches apart from one another whilst you lean toward your coffee table and log into your already open laptop. Sukunaâs eyes are all over you as always, studying your side profile, your intent focus on the screen in front of you, and even the way you-
âDid you even bring anything?â You suddenly ask before you glance at the man.
Sukuna quickly meets your gaze, ripping his eyes off of wherever theyâd been previously, âWas I supposed to?â
âSukuna,â You sigh out, âPlease tell me youâre joking right now.â
He swallows at the mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue in that scolding tone of yoursâ heâs heard such a tone from you time and time again and yet, for whatever reason, it never seems to annoy him.Â
âIâm not.â He says plainly.
âHow are we supposed to work on this if you-,â You cut yourself off and decide not to even attempt arguing with him. Arguing wonât change the fact that he showed up with nothing. âJust uhm,â You glance elsewhere for a second before an idea comes to mind and you place your laptop down and stand up, âStay here.â
Sukuna doesnât say anything. He merely watches as you huff and walk off, swiftly exiting the living room and disappearing down a nearby hall. He swears he finds himself looking at you a bit more than intended. Especially as you walked off, his eyes dropping to your ass and those damn shorts of yours.
Even when youâre out of his sight, he still finds himself staring in the direction of which you went, almost unable to look away for whatever strange reason.
That lasts for a few minutes until he snaps out of it and leans back against the couch, tossing his head back and letting out a long sigh. You soon return to find him with an arm stretched along the back of the couch, his legs spread as usual, and his eyes up on the ceiling.
He doesnât even notice youâve returned until he feels something placed in his lap. Looking down, Sukuna finds your laptop kindly set on top of him. To which his brows furrowed in confusion and he looked at you to see you sitting on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table with a paper and pencil in front of you.
âWhatâs this?â Sukuna scoffs.
You donât even spare him a glance as you begin writing something down, âHow weâll get things done.â He opens his mouth to say something but then youâre looking back at him with a glare, âI already organized the parts of this project that you have to do so, since itâs on my computer, you can work on that and Iâll work with what I remember.â
You wholeheartedly expected him to find something about this to disagree with you on but, to your surprise, he simply nods and redirects his focus to your laptop immediately.
And then, the two of you work exactly like that for the remainder of that little study session.
ââ
Sukunaâs not terrible to work with when itâs just you and him. If anything, heâs rather cooperative and a lot smarter than he leads on.Â
Which is why a solid two hours of productivity flies by surprisingly smoothly with him. If you asked him a question, he answered. Told him to do something, heâd say something snarky, and then do whatever it is youâve instructed anyway.
It all went so perfectly up until he let out a really heavy sigh, âAlright, Iâve had enough for this.â Sukuna says casually.
Heâs been repeating a similar phrase every thirty minutes or so but he usually gets right back to work after getting ignored by you. This time though, you get the feeling heâs serious when he pushes your laptop off of his lap and places it forward on the coffee table.
Itâs then that you frown, âOh câmon, we were getting so much done,â You comment as you glance back to him.
He shrugs, âI canât keep looking at that damn screen, itâs giving me a headache.â
âOf course it is,â You utter sarcastically, rolling your eyes whilst you place your pencil down and throw your arms up to stretch, âFine then, we can take a break.â
Sukunaâs brows lift in surprise. He didnât expect you to listen to him, âGood.â He hums, âI was getting bored as well.â
You scoff, âWere you?â
âYeah, can we do something else?â He asks.
Turning around, you rotate the way youâre sitting so that youâre facing him and your back is resting against your coffee table. âLike what?â You muse, meeting his low-lidded gaze.
âTalk,â Sukuna says.
Thatâs it? He wanted a break to talk to you? Your eyes are narrowing at him before you even realize, âTalk?â You repeat with a scoff, âSeriously?â
He nods, âMhm.â
âWhat do you wanna talk about, Sukuna?â As you ask him that, you watch the way his eyes casually slide down to your lips.
Does he mean to be this indiscreet with his looks? Or is he eyeing you down like that on purpose?
The man shrugs, âAnything outside of fuckinâ school.â
You laugh at that, âOkay, I can work with that.â
He tilts his head at you and licks his lips, âYeah?â Something about your little laugh threw him off.Â
âMhm,â You hum as you look down at your hand, fiddling with your nails a bit, âThe rumors⌠are they true?â
Thrown off yet again, Sukunaâs brows pinch together. âRumors?â He echoes in a genuinely confused tone, âWhat rumors, woman?â
The sound of your scoff makes him stiffen in his seat. Almost in an instant, the atmosphere had changed suddenly. âCâmon, donât play dumb,â You tease, lifting your gaze to him again, âThe rumors about you.â
He gives you a perplexed look and itâs almost as though you could see the gears in his head turning. âIf you know something, say it.â He demands.
You sigh, âSukuna, do you seriously hear nothing people say about you?â
Sukuna shrugs, âI donât care enough to remember. So what is it? What rumor?â
Youâre just curious. You swear thatâs all it was. And, naturally, since he seemed to have warmed up to youâ of course you wanted to know if that rumor about his dick was true. Youâre both adults and itâs just a silly question. Plus, with the way heâs been looking at you all afternoon, youâre sure he wonât mind answering you with a simple yes or no.
Glancing to the side, your shoulders lift a bit, âItâs uh, rather intimate.â You hush out.
Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, âIntimate?? An intimate rumor about me?â
His emphasis on himself makes your eyes flick back over to him. âYeah, are you sure you donât know what they say about you??â You ask again.
âPositive. Now speak, what is it they say?â Sukuna huffs impatiently, even more curious about this little rumor after the mention of it being intimate. After all, heâs never-
âPeople say you have a big dick,â You utter way too casually.
So nonchalantly that it makes him choke, a choke you donât mess with the way he clears his throat and sits up a little. âWhat?â He rasps out.
You bat those stupidly false innocent eyes at him, âI didnât stutter,â Your tone dips into something different and he catches every bit of it, âPeople say you have a big dick, is it true?â
Sukuna clears his throat and for the first time, he glances away from you. Then, he opens and closes his mouth, contemplating his next words carefully before they soon fall from his lips, âYou wanna find out?â
His offer spurs a shift in your seat from you as you scoot closer to him ever so slightly, âYou wanna show me?â You ask boldly, your tone direct, and not even a flicker of hesitation present.
âDo I want to-,â Sukuna pauses, his eyes scanning the entirety of your seated frame as you inch closer to him, âWhat?â He huffs, swallowing thickly.
You move to stand on your knees and lean forward to the couch, soon propping your chin up on your palm as you look at him, âShow me,â You chuckle, âI asked if you wanted to show me, Sukuna.â
He blinks, âShow you my cock?â
You shrug, âYeah.â
The air is so thick right now, Sukunaâs not sure how exactly he can play this off without making a fool of himself. He gulps yet again, only to watch as your eyes start to drop down along his body.
âStop,â He rushes out, âKeep your eyes up here. On mine,â He commands in a low tone, earning your gaze once more.
And then itâs quiet for a moment. Heâs staring at you and youâre obediently keeping your eyes up on his. Sukuna hates it but he doesnât know what to say or do from here. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out his little secret.Â
Itâs like he was waiting for a fucking pin to drop, something to break the silence. Yet, his mind was going blank and words were failing him at the moment. Heâs flirted with women before, plenty of times actually, effortlessly evenâ but for whatever reason, as you sit there with those stupidly pretty eyes staring at him, his mind simply flakes on him.
Heâs like that for a minute longer until you move. So subtly too, sliding a hand to his thigh, leaning forward slightly, batting your lashes at him, âSukuna?â You whisper.
His hips are rolling upward slightly at the sound of his name alone. âW-What?â He stammers, mentally cursing himself a thousand times over.
âIf you donât wanna show me you can jusâ say no,â You hum, smiling a bit, âYâknow that, right?â
He scoffs, âOf course I know that, woman.â
âIf you know that thenâŚâ Your fingers lightly squeeze his thigh and you tilt your head, âAre you gonna tell me or show me whether or not those rumors are true?â
Something simply clicks inside Sukunaâs head. Rose-tinted lips cracking into a smirk, the man spreads his legs further and slouches back into the couch, âFind out for yourself since youâre so curious.â
Your eyes go wide, âWhat?â
Sukuna scoffs lightly, moving one of his arms from the back of the couch and placing his hand over his crotch. Of course, your gaze sinks down to his veiny hand, watching as he palms a stupidly large bulge in his sweats.
Your breath hitches a bit, âI-I-â
You donât even get the chance to get it out before heâs cutting you off, âCâmere,â Sukuna hums in that low voice of his.
âWhat?â You whisper.
You and him make eye contact again and he nods his chin toward the space in between his legs. Nothing can really explain why you follow his gesture and quickly find yourself sitting in between his legs, taking a deep breath as you settle your hands on his thighs.
Sliding your touch up and up and up until your fingers graze his hand. The same hand that was resting on top of that aching bulge of his.
Sukuna slowly lifts his hand up and away, relaxing his arm on the back of the couch again as he stares down at you. Cocking his head to the side, âWell? Feel it.â He huffs.
You donât even hesitate. Trailing your fingers upward carefully until you feel the outline of his cock beneath your fingertips, gulping as you drag your hand up to cup his length in your hand firmly, and smirking at the way his cock twitches furiously beneath your small touch.
Sukunaâs mouth falls open for a second but youâre too engrossed in feeling him to notice. He lets out a shuddered breath as he watches the way you grope his steadily growing erection. His head even tosses back and his fingers dig into the couch for a moment.
âIt is big,â You whisper to yourself, your words only making him twitch more within your hand.
âFuck,â Sukuna grits out lowly, hips unconsciously lifting to press himself further against you.
His curse earns your attention. You quickly glance up to him and see the way heâs got his head tossed back, Adam's apple bobbing with every heavy gulp he takes, and his chest rising and falling rather quickly.
You lift your hand carefully and decide to test something out. Slowly, you lean forward and just barely press your lips against his clothed cock.
Sukunaâs whole body reacts. He gasps louder than he means to and heâs weaving his fingers through your hair faster than he realizes, palming your scalp as he quickly looks down at you. âT-The fuck are you doing? Huh?â He huffs while gripping onto your hair.
You lift your head a bit but he keeps you in place, despite his question to you. âI justâŚâ Youâre not exactly sure you can explain yourself.
And by this point, Sukuna doesnât think he cares enough to hear an excuse from you, ââŚYou what? You wanna see it?â
All you can do is give him a little nod before he moves his free hand to the drawstring of his sweatpants. Then you're quick to help him tug them down until his boxers are revealed to youâ a noticeable dampness in the fabric right where his leaking tip is. Was that because of you?
Before you can dawn on your own questions, Sukunaâs moving to tug his cock out. And fuck is he even bigger revealed before your eyes. With an upward curve, such an angry flushed tip, precum dripping from the slit of his fat cockhead, veins decorating his shaft and-
Shit, you were drooling. Howâd you get like this again?? Ah, who cares?
âSukuna,â You breathe out, ripping your eyes away from his cock just to look up at him.
He was almost panting, dark maroon eyes pouring down into yours, face flushed with different shades of red and pink, his lips parted softlyâ hell, he looked like he was in heat or something.
Gulping before he answers you, Sukuna clears his throat and his voice is already husky, âWhat?â
You shift against the floor, your hands relaxing against his large thighs, âCan I-â
âYeah,â He cuts off. Lord knows if you got that question out he was going to lose his damn mind.
You raise a brow and lean forward, keeping your eyes on his while your lips near his tip, âYeah?â
The last thing you get from him is a nod before youâre parting your lips. And from that moment forward, it all goes downhill. Everything from the way youâre sitting in between his legs to that initial connection of your plush lips against his drooling cock had Sukunaâs mind spinning.
Heâs never been sucked off before. Hell, the farthest heâs gone as far as sexual activities are concerned is a little bit of dry humping. But this? Oh hell, this was his first time and he had zero idea how he was going to keep that information away from you.
Especially when he feels your tongue slip from between your lips and swirl around the head of his cock, kittenly lapping up that slim layer of precum sitting so prettily on his tip.Â
âOh f-fuuck,â Sukuna groans huskily, the hand on your head gripping tighter.
You pull away from him slightly just to take in his expression and the way he tosses his head back. It was almost cute to you. The last thing you expected was for him to be so damn sensitive, you hardly did anything.
His sensitivity only worsens as you finally start wrapping your lips around his cock, feeling him throb when you sink your mouth down on him. Sukunaâs jaw goes slack and his brows twist up. He tries his best to hold it in but he canât help but moan at the way you leisurely suck on half of his lengthy cock.
Your saliva wets up the rest of his shaft and you make up for what your mouth hasnât reached yet with your hand, stroking him lightly whilst you take the rest of his girth in and out of your mouth. Rolling your tongue around him, pulling off just to messily spit and kiss on his blushing tip, and slobbering all over himâ Sukuna almost fucking kicked something with how good your mouth felt around him.
Heâs used his hand and other shit before but holy fuck, nothing, and he means nothing compares to that damn mouth of yours. The way you look with his cock stuffed right in between those lips heâs been staring at for God knows how longâ your lips all slick with spit, eyes rolling back the deeper you take him, and tongue sticking out every time you pull your mouth off of him.
You soon slip your mouth off of him and start jerking him off, focusing your tongue on his tip and slithering the wet muscle in between the slit of his cock, lathering your tongue up with his glistening precum.Â
The sound of Sukuna groaning makes you look up at him, finding his eyes on yours again. Heâs panting, trying his best to look like this wasnât phasing him but failing in every way with how flushed his face was.Â
Your tongue sticks out and your hand continues to slide up and down his cock as you tap his tip on your tongue, making his brows twist up.Â
He bites back a throaty sound, âHah⌠damn brat,â Sukuna huffs out as if to⌠degrade you?Â
You almost find it cute how clearly inexperienced he is, spitting a fat wad of spit onto his pretty wet tip and then smiling at him, âSukuna,â You coo, your hand gripping his shaft tighter, âIs this your first time?â
He instantly looks off to the side, the veins in his neck and along his jawline tensing as he grits his teeth. Since he decides to ignore your little question, you take it a step further and slide your hand down his cock, gripping his thick base firmly before taking him into your heavenly warm mouth again.
His expression breaks completely, âOh shit,â Sukuna moans, his hips bucking up into your mouth as you slide him deeper into your mouth than you did before.
Then his hand is pushing your head down further on instinct and heâs subtly rutting his hips up. You lift your head up despite his constant pushing, soon causing your head to bob up and down whilst you suck him off skillfully.
âJusâ like that,â Sukuna suddenly groans and you moan around his cock in reaction. To which he keeps giving your mouth mindless little thrusts, âDonât s-, agh, stop.â
Sucking him deeper and deeper before you move your hand completely, you suck in a deep breath of air through your nose, open up the very back of your throat, and sink all the way down, your lips meeting his pelvis as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Sukuna kicks something. Probably your coffee table with the way one of his legs extends out so suddenly, a choked-out groan ripped from his throat as your little move was all it took for him to cum. And itâs so much too, hot thick ropes of cum spurting down your throat, his hand holding onto your head for dear life whilst a moan of your name rolls off his tongue.
Youâre still sucking too, pulling up only to swallow what heâs gifted you and then stick your tongue out. Laying it flat against his tip, you leisurely lick at him as if to beg for more and now the manâs pushing your head away for the first time.
When you lift your eyes up to him again, you notice heâs got his tattooed arm over his mouth and his lashes are batting softly at you. For such a big man, he was so ridiculously cute right now. Panting, sweating, cursing under his breath as if you couldnât hear him.
âYeah,â Sukuna utters suddenly, clearing his throat, âThat was⌠my first⌠time. I uh-â
âDo you want more?â Is the last thing you asked him before you were sitting back on your heels and he was stumbling to his feet.
You had to guide him through it of course but, Sukuna doesnât hesitate to stuff your face full of his cock again. You take him so kindly too, obediently sitting there with your hands gripping his thighs for support with every careful thrust of his hips.
He was trying to be gentle with you at first. Partially because he didnât know what the hell he was doing, and also because he just loved the initial entry into your mouth. Over and over, Sukuna slid his dick in and out of your mouth like he was possessed, addicted to the feeling of you greedily sucking on him.
He was still sensitive from his first orgasm but his cock had yet to go downâ twitching inside that sloppy mouth of yours, aching against your tongue, and dripping into the depths of your throat. Sukuna wasnât much of a talker but he damn sure let out a plethora of grunts and groans.
They were so husk too, coming from deep within his chest, some getting caught in his throat when he felt your tongue flick against a specific vein on the underside of his cock. His fat tip knocked into the back of your throat with a single heavy thrust before his hands were latching onto the sides of your head.
Again, heâs not much of a talker but, something seems to come over him all at once because soon heâs got his gaze locked down on the messy sight of you and heâs huffing out words before he realizes. âEyes up here, câmon, hah⌠look at me,â Sukuna grunts.
Your eyes are completely glossed over as they flutter up to him. A moan vibrates against his skin as you make such intimate eye contact with the man, feeling his hips pick up.
Sukuna nods, âGood girl,â He praises in a low purr, and fuck does that do wonders for you because your legs are squeezing together more than they were before and youâre whining against him. âFuck, yâlike that?â He huffs, earning a sloppy lilâ nod from you.
He then feels you hum, âM-Mhm.â And heâs got chills slipping up his spine in pleasure.
Cracking a lazy, lopsided, and almost fucked-out little smirk, Sukuna scoffs, âYeah? Fuck, behind all those g-glares ând-, agh, scolding me⌠this is all you wanted, hm? A throat full of cock?â
His words had you whining again, fluttering your lashes at him as your fingertips dug into his thighs a little. Sukuna eases his hips back slowly, tipping his head to the side as he gently caresses the side of your face with his thumb.
âMessy girl,â He hums deeply, biting his lower lip at the way youâre just drooling for more and more as he pulls himself out of your mouth completely. âJusâ look at this face,â Sukuna chuckles, âYâlook like a slut cryinâ like thatâ itâs cute.â
Blinking, you hadnât even realized you had a tear or two sliding down your face. Your mouth remains open for a second before he moves to rub his tip against your plump lips, smearing your spit and his cum all over the damn place with a little grin on his face.
ââKunaâŚâ You whisper, earning a quirk of his brow, âI canât believe youâre a virg-â
âDonât finish that sentence,â He grunts, moving a thumb to your chin to widen how open your mouth is for him, âJusâ⌠keep sittinâ there lookinâ pretty fâme,â Sukuna says.
You roll your eyes at him and all he can do is smile, pushing his hips forward again and easing his cock in between your lips. He slides in slowly until you can feel him pressing right against the back of your throat. To which he keeps himself there for a second, testing that gag reflex of yours and watching your eyes water.
Moving his hand back to the top of your head, he buries his fingers in your hair, âSo fuckinâ sexy like this,â Sukuna compliments, feeling you moan in response, âMâgonna cum again, stay j-just like that,â He breathes out heavily, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull before heâs throwing his head back.
And as if to coax his orgasm out, you carefully move a hand to cup his balls, sucking on his cock as best as you can and earning an accidental sound from his throat. The second your palm is felt against him, the moment he feels your tongue slicking against him, Sukuna whines.
Then his thighs are tensing and heâs groaning loudly as if to cover up the sound that just left his lips, filling your throat with his seed and then tugging your mouth off of him with a quick pull of your head. Youâre quick to swallow for yet a second time, letting out a needed cough after the fact while he stumbles back just a bit, his calves hitting the couch.
âVixen,â Sukuna growls.
You clear your throat and send a smile his way, âNot my fault you cum easy.â
Sukunaâs slow to sit back down on the couch to catch his breath, âTell anyone about this ând Iâll-â
âOh,â You suddenly purr, cutting him off as you lift yourself up from the ground. He watches with slightly widened eyes as you move to straddle him, âDonât tell me you thought we were done?â
Heâs at a loss for words all over again, his confidence suddenly getting caught in his throat and flying out the window. Your hands slip to his broad shoulders and you lean forward a little.
Sukunaâs hands shakily find their way to your waist as he stares up at you, âYou want more?â
You smirk, tilting your head at the dumbfounded male, âDonât you?â You ask in a sultry little whisper, making his sensitive cock twitch once more. âAt the very leastâŚâ Your lips slowly near his and heâs losing his breath, âTaste yourself, Sukuna.â
And then your lips are on his and heâs taking your tongue into his mouth. His grip on your waist tightens before he pulls you flush against him, feeling your crotch press right against his cock thatâs steadily twitching back to life.
The two of you share a heated and messy kiss, your hips carefully swaying against him to encourage his returning arousal. You canât really use curiosity as an excuse anymore, can you?
Well, you can. And you do with the way your hands slide down to his chest, your fingers slipping over his nipples to find exactly what youâd been curious about. You flick your fingers over his piercing there and Sukuna lets out a low hiss, prying his lips from yours and sending you a glare.
Not only did that little move of yours make his cock spring up completely but, you also notice the frown on his face.
Smiling at him, âSukunaâŚâ
âDonât.â He huffs.
âYou have nipple piercings?â You end up asking anyway in a happy little tone.
He grits his teeth slightly, ââŚObviously.â
Chuckling, you press a soft peck against his lips and whisper, âCan I see them?â
âNo.â He replies.
Part two.
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Yan light who met you in highschool, the last year
Yan light who becomes your study partner, helping u and ur dumb lil brain
Yan light who starts realizing how cute you were, but never had a crush on u (he did he just never wanted to admit it)
Yan light who now has a crush on you after him trying to convince himself that you're not his type,
Yan light who now helps you with more than studying, whenever you don't have a pencil, he'll give it to you eagerly, whenever you want something from Amazon but your too broke, he'll buy it for you, whenever your too lazy to work on assignments, you call him and he'll let you copy
Yan light who is now your friend rather than study buddie
Yan light who sits with you during lunch, not bothering to hang out with his other popular friends, telling you that he prefers you
Yan light who stares at you during class, thinking of all the things you could do to him before shaking his head, and covering his blushing face
Yan light who convinces his sister that you're his gf, and that's why you keep coming over to his house.
Yan light who now is by your side 24/7, walking you to classes, holding your backpack for you as you ramble about the girl u don't fw, walking you home, and more
Yan light whose house you go to for a study session, but you knew it was just gonna turn out to you rambling about drama as he watched you with heart eyes, hand on your thigh
Yan light who convinces you to stay over, saying "N/n, it's too dark out, just stay here yeah?"
Yan light who you ask "Light, where am I gonna sleep?"
Yan light who smiles, and says "In my bed, where else, sweetheart?" As if it was the most obvious thing in the world
Yan light who cuddles you throughout the night, arms around your waist as he whines when you try to pull away from him
Yan light who now tells you to go to the college he's going to, giving you puppy dog eyes as you refuse
"Sweetheart, come into the college I'm going to, you don't wanna be separated do you?"
"Honey, what do you mean your too dumb? Just copy off me, my love."
Yan light who makes you go to his college, smiling at you when you finally tell him "Fine, I'll go to your college."
Yan light who now barely lets you go to your own house, "Am I not good enough for you, love?" He asks with tears in his eyes like bro I just asked u if I could go home
Yan light who cooks and cleans for you, "Honey, do you want me to make you some pasta for tonight?" He saids all giggly, his sister just gags in disgust bc why is her rat brother acting like a middle school girl in love
Yan light who is literally 3 seconds away from smashing the TV in his room because your busy playing GTA rather than him, he's literally half naked, wanting you to touch him and your playing GTA tryna run from the cops?! How dare you, just watch, he'll get rid of that fucking ga-
"hey wife, can ya bring me my water?" You ask, you gave him a glance making him perk up, knowing that if u called him wife, he'll do anything for u
"Okay! âĄ" What was he thinking about again?
Yan light who finally got the death note, and told you "If you fucking even look at someone else other than me, I'll kill them."
"wife, you barely even let me see my own family"
Yan light who Misa finally meets up with
"Light! I'm your classmate, and you dropped this book!" Misa said, showing the book as light makes her follow her to his room. You were inside the room, playing rock paper scissors with ryuk the homie
Oh yeah that lil bitch light showed you the death note and practically said he'll rip anyone's skull if they even bother to look in your direction, genuinely u weren't even shocked bc ur wife was just like that fr fr but anyway now ur homies with ryuk
They both walked into the room, and Misa was quick to glare at you. 'Light is my love, and I am his so why is this homewrecker all up in his bed like that!' was her train of thought, ready to launch at you before seeing Lights dark glare on here
"Don't even fucking think about it, now why are you here?"
They talked and Misa told him if he dated anyone but her, she'll kill them.
"thats...too bad, I'm already y/ns wife"
Yan light who is your wife that kills anyone who gets between you both <333
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YAN TOWN, YAN MC DONALDS WORKER, YAN CELEBRITY, AND MORE COMING OUT SOONOJFBYUSDYUHjn
HOPE YALL LIKED THIS ONE I LITERALLY WAS HALF ASLEEP
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risquĂŠ ; timestamp #17
pairing; risquĂŠ!jk x risquĂŠ!oc (ft. jkâs bestie kim seokjin)
genre; fluff? idk lol
OBS! this timestamp is a follow up to the âteasing photosâ drabble and I didnât proofread so if you see any mistakes, no you donât
[4:48 pm]Â another picture ticks in on jungkookâs phone. itâs been a couple of hours since the meeting he was in when you sent the first ones. he huffs out a dry, chuckle of disbelief when he opens the text from you, the picture you sent him not what he expected â instead of a teasing lingerie picture, itâs a selfie of you, sitting on his couch. the picture is taken from above, your head resting on the back of the couch as you smile cutely at the camera.
âwaiting for you ... <3Ⲡis what the text says.
jungkook smiles to himself, too distracted by your pretty face to hear a single word of what seokjin says. it isnât until seokjin snaps his fingers over jungkookâs desk to catch his attention that jungkook tears his gaze from his phone to the man sitting across from him. seokjin arches an eyebrow at jungkook, waiting patiently for an explanation.
âstop smiling at your phone like that,â seokjin huffs when jungkook doesnât elaborate. he leans back in his seat while staring at jungkook with a disturbed expression. âitâs creeping me out.â
âsorry,â jungkook chuckles, hitting send to the reply he typed out for you before putting his phone down on top of his desk.
seokjin looks confused and slightly baffled when jungkook returns his full attention to him. âwhoâs texting you?â
âuh...â jungkook begins, pursing his lips before continuing, the word that leaves his mouth sounding unusual coming from him. âmy girlfriend...?â
seokjinâs eyes widen, âyour girlfriend?â
jungkook nods.
âsince when?â
jungkook shrugs, âa few months ago i think.â
âyou think?â seokjin blinks at jungkook.
âyeah, weâre not really keeping trackâŚâ jungkook admits and shrugs again, not really thinking much of it. neither of you have been keeping track of how long youâve been seeing each other. itâs been at least a few months but jungkook really isnât sure.
âwhat- why- I canât believe you have a girlfriend!â
jungkook watches as the gears turn in his older friendâs head, desperately trying to comprehend this new information. he doesnât blame him for being shocked. âgirlfriendâ has never been a word in jungkookâs vocabulary but truth be told, he never planned for this to happen.
it just did.
and he would be lying if he said he didnât enjoy the fact that he has a girlfriend now.
âyouâve been dating this girl for months and you didnât even tell me! what the hell is wrong with you, jungkook?â
seokjin is offended and jungkook finds it amusing, a lazy grin spreading upon his lips as he leans back in his office chair and kicks his feet up. seokjin is married with kids and doesnât have an ounce of gossip nor drama in his life so the least he expects from his friends is for them to tell him about their scandalous love lives. but it seems jungkook is settling and seokjin canât believe his own ears.
âwell?â seokjin presses, âwho is she?â
jungkookâs eyes glance to his phone where a new text from you pops up, your name and the emojis you put after your contact name centered on his screen. he leaves it for now though as his long-time friend is desperately waiting for answers on the other side of the desk. and so jungkook sighs and brings a hand up to run it through his hair.
âitâs, um⌠well, itâs ____.â
seokjinâs lips part as he gapes at jungkook, always the dramatic one when it comes to reactions.
â____ as in your bossâ daughter, ____?â
jungkook presses his lips together and nods, âthatâd be her.â
âdamnâŚâ
âitâs really not a big deal-â jungkook then starts but seokjin soon interrupts.
ânot a big deal?â he scoffs, âyouâve been living the single life for years but now you have a girlfriend and you call it âno big dealâ? this is HUGE.â
another sigh leaves jungkook as he rolls his eyes heavenward at his friendâs dramatic response. like jungkook said, itâs not that big of a deal. besides, your father doesnât know yet. the only person jungkook has told is seokjin just now and heâs going to keep it that way until the two of you have agreed on telling your father. until then, you and jungkook will keep it under the radar for everyoneâs sake.
âhey, listen- ____âs dad doesnât know yet so promise me you wonât go blabbering about it before we get the chance to tell him.â
seokjin furrows his brows, âI donât blab-â
âdude, you do nothing but blab-â jungkook scoffs.
âtrueâŚâ seokjin sighs.
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Part 3: Miss Me, Miss Me Not
Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12
And it hits me when the lights go on (shit, maybe I miss you)
(In which a lazy writer somehow still manages to make her deadlines, much to her own shock)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Angst, Pining and a teensy bit of Fluff
Words: 5.8K
TW: Swearing (once again I think that's it?)
A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 I'm not gonna lie til about an hour ago, I very much did not think I was gonna give y'all a Monday update but here we are! A couple of housekeeping things, I went back and added months to the years so hopefully that's more helpful. I lowkey dislike this part but I felt like the fic needed it and I'm excited to write the next part. Ngl, the editing on this is pretty nonexistent because trying to read this back lowkey killed me so please feel free to point out mistakes so I can fix them. As always, let me know what you liked, and disliked and anything you wanna see going forward. I really appreciate all of y'alls feedback and the long reviews make my day! Have a good rest of your week lovies <3
September 2017
Azzi: just got home :)Â
Itâs a simple text and it should be easy for Paige to conjure up an equally simple reply. Instead she finds herself typing and deleting, over and over, because nothing sounds quite right. Thereâs this hollow feeling thrumming in her chest, that has only gotten stronger every passing minute since sheâd said goodbye to Azzi at the airport. If she tries hard enough, she can still feel the remnants of their last hug lingering against every inch of her skin. She wants to memorize that feeling and create a blanket out of its threads to numb the ice cold shiver thatâs been repeatedly running through her veins from the second Azzi had gotten on that plane. But even that might not be enough. Not when sheâs learnt just how warm Azziâs presence can be and how everything else pales in comparison.Â
Paige lies to herself that itâs an accidental slip of her fingers, that sheâd meant to press send not call, that she had every intention of hanging up the facetime on the first ring itself.Â
But then Azzi picks up on the second one.
And really it would be rude to hang up.Â
âHey whatâs up?â Azziâs face fills the screen, tired eyes staring intently at Paige through the screen.Â
âOh um-â Paige fumbles for words, awkwardly shuffling her feet that are dangling off the side of her bed, âI just wanted to ask how your flight was?â
Azzi raises an eyebrow, âyou couldnât have texted me that?â
âToo tired to text,â Paige lies and the words i just wanted to hear your voice stay stuck, burning hot, in her throat, âgotta save these money-making fingers for more important things.â
âYeah Iâm hanging up-â
âNO-â it comes out far more forceful than it should and if possible, Azziâs eyebrow shoots up even farther, as Paige clears her throat, âI mean- uh- you didnât tell me how your flight was.â
Paige is too busy cringing at herself to notice the light blush that tinges Azziâs cheeks. Sheâs too busy wondering why this girl brings out this nervous bumbling side of hers to notice the fond smile that almost cracks through Azziâs lips.Â
âThe flight was okay. I actually got to sleep this time,â Azzi says pointedly and Paige laughs.Â
âSo what youâre saying is it was boring as hell.â
âIâm saying it was really peaceful not having someone yapping in my ear while I was trying to sleep.â
âSo you didnât miss me?â Paige presses, trying to keep her voice teasing despite how desperately she wants the admission.Â
Azzi hesitates, as if sheâs debating with herself, before, âI didnât say that.â
Itâs a little ridiculous how large Paigeâs grin is but itâs okay, because Azziâs smiling back, soft and shy. Theyâd look foolish to anyone else, the way theyâre so intently gazing at each other through a screen as if thereâs no barrier between them at all.Â
âItâs gonna be weird going to the gym without you tomorrow morning,â Paige confesses after a second, moving to lay down on her stomach.Â
âI bet. Youâre gonna get absolutely nothing done without me,â Azzi teases dramatically before her eyes soften, âitâs weird that Iâm not gonna see you at all tomorrow.â
Thereâs something gut-wrenching about that admission and yet, thereâs something in it that heals a part of Paigeâs heart that she hadnât even known needed to be fixed. It means something to her that Azzi must feel it too. Because if sheâs honest with herself, Paige had been just a little afraid that maybe the connection was just in her head, that maybe Azzi was simply tolerating her presence out of kindness.Â
âYou should just move to Minnesota,â Paige replies finally, âmuch nicer than Virgina or whatever.â
âHave you ever even been to Virginia?â Azzi asks, eyebrows raised as she flips herself to lie on her back, holding her phone above her in a way that lets Paige see entirely too much and yet not nearly enough.Â
âNo but it sounds boring as fuck.â
âNot with me,â Azzi says, biting her bottom lip sheepishly as soon as the words are out.Â
Paige smirks, suddenly filled with a brand new confidence, âyeah? Youâd make Virgina interesting for me Fudd? What would we do?â
Azzi licks her lips and Paige feels her mouth go dry.Â
âWeâd be together,â the younger girl says finally, averting her gaze as the depth of her words begin to make Paige feel like sheâs being flooded by an ocean of emotions sheâs not quite ready to feel yet, âanything can be interesting if weâre together.â
It would be so easy to come up with a sarcastic quip or tease Azzi for being a sap and yet thereâs a certain sincerity in this moment that feels too fragile for Paige to feign nonchalance.Â
âIs Virginia nice in the winter?â she asks finally, hands fidgeting with the hair ties secured around her wrist, âMinnyâs a little too cold sometimes.â
Azziâs eyes shine and Paige wants to try and read them, find the little clues hidden in her irises and solve the mystery lingering behind the crimson flush of her cheeks. But the truth is that Paige is a little scared of what sheâd find, a little scared that discovering Azzi might mean discovering herself too.Â
âYou should come find out some time,â the brunette says, casual tone filled with intricacies of something far deeper. Itâs the closest theyâve gotten to saying anything of actual substance and they tip-toe around saying what they both want, daring the other to ask first.Â
âI dunno,â Paige says, determined to win the game, âIâm not in the habit of showing up to places without a proper invite.â
Azzi scoffs, âa proper invite? Are you expecting someone to send you a carrier pigeon with a gold letter addressed to her royal highness or something?â
âThat would be nice,â Paige surmises and Azzi rolls her eyes.
âDoes your back ever hurt from carrying that ego?â
âOnly hurts from carrying my team.â
âOh my god youâre so full of it.â
âFull of talent? Yessirrrr.â
Azzi huffs, âPaige.â
âAzzi,â Paige hums.Â
âDo you wanna come visit me in Virginia during winter break?â Azzi says finally, a small smile playing on her lips like sheâs okay with losing this game as long as itâs to Paige.Â
âIf I must,â Paige says dramatically, shrugging her shoulders and everything as Azzi lets out an offended squeak. But inside, her heart flutters at the offer, at the idea of seeing Azzi again, even if it feels like a lifetime away. Because as long as itâs Azzi on the other side, Paige and her impatient self can wait however long it takes.Â
âActually you know what nevermind, you donât gotta come,â Azzi concedes bitterly, scrunching her face (and Paige would never tell her this but she thinks Azzi looks just a little too cute when sheâs mad and so maybe she riles her up on purpose)
âNo takesies backsies Az,â Paige sing-songs before her lips uptick from a smirk into something more sincere, âhey Az,â she whispers, giggling to herself when Azzi pretends to ignore her, âIâd really like to come see you in Virginia during winter break.â
And as a brilliant grin dazzles across Azziâs face, Paige realizes that her favorite thing about Azziâs smile isnât when her dimples show or when her eyes twinkle, itâs when itâs there because of Paige, when itâs there just for Paige.Â
âGood,â Azzi whispers as they fall into a comfortable silence.Â
Thereâs this serene sense of calm that laces itself around Paigeâs nerves. Her normally fidgeting body is content to be perfectly still, an anomaly to her usual demeanor. The truth is that Paige isnât the kind of person whoâs okay with just existing; she likes to spend every second in motion, living out the high. Thereâs a part of her thatâs scared of missing moments, scared that the people around her will leave her behind if she doesnât chase them. But itâs different with Azzi. The younger girl makes Paige feel like itâs okay if she takes a moment to just breathe. Because Azzi will wait. Because Azzi wonât leave Paige behind.Â
âWait,â itâs a little while before Azzi pipes up, shaking Paige out of her thoughts, âwhat time is it?â
Paigeâs eyes flicker to the time on her phone, confused by the line of questioning, âitâs almost 9 why?â
âDonât you have a team party or something to go to tonight?â Azzi asks, face scrunching, âI swear you told me you had something tonight.â
âOh-yeah- Amayaâs back to school thing,â Paige sheepishly scratches her neck, suddenly feeling itchy in her flannel shirt. Sheâd forgotten she was wearing that instead of her daily clothes. Hell, sheâd forgotten she was supposed to be going somewhere in the first place, too occupied with other thoughts.Â
âBro get up,â Azzi orders, âyouâre already late.â
âNah itâs fine. I donât think Iâm gonna go,â Paige says and she thinks she should probably feel a little more guilty about it.Â
âWhat do you mean youâre not gonna go?â Azzi asks in disbelief, âdude youâre the star of the team. You have to go.â
âAmaya will understand besides-â Paige drags in a deep breath, feeling vulnerable as the next words fall out in a quiet whisper, âI donât wanna hang up yet.â
âPaige câmon we can talk tomorrow,â Azzi tries to protest but itâs half-hearted at best.
âI wanna talk right now,â Paige argues, âyou donât wanna talk to me?â
For a second Paige thinks Azzi might just say no, might just chip away a little bit of heart with a well-intentioned rejection, but she doesnât, âalways wanna talk to you P.â
âThen donât hang up. Talk to me.â
And Azzi does. All night.Â
Two weeks laters thereâs a letter, in an envelope with a picture of a carrier pigeon, that arrives in the Bueckersâ mail box.Â
To her royal highness,Â
Unfortunately I couldnât find an actual carrier pigeon (I swear I tried) so this envelope and the mailman will have to do.Â
~ You are formally invited this winter break to the Fudd family residence in Virginia. ~
(And you better show up Bueckers)
Yours,Â
Azzi
February 2033
âI canât believe youâre leaving me,â Ice whines petulantly as she makes herself comfortable on the couch across from where Paige is getting her makeup done, âthis is parental neglect.â
Paige laughs, eyes closed, her makeup artist does her mascara, âyouâll survive.â
âYou donât know thatâ Ice argues, plucking a grape from the fruit basket before segueing into a rant about how boring Arlington, Texas is.Â
Paige is grateful for the distraction her younger friend is providing. Her nerves had been on edge since the moment sheâd woken up this morning, anxious to get the impending farewell press conference over with. Sheâd already started accepting that the Wings werenât the right place for her but that feeling had only been heightened by her trip to the Valkyries. And ever since sheâs come back, Paige feels a little bit like sheâs sleepwalking through her final moments in Dallas. If sheâs honest, sheâs probably rushing things a little bit. Thereâs still plenty of time before she really has to move to Oakland but it had been her choice to move there as soon as possible. Paige had always been good at conjuring excuses and she had plenty as to why she needed to be in California so soon. But at the end of the day it isnât about training or team bonding or any of the other hundred justifications sheâs given anyone whoâs asked. Itâs about a little girl whoâs eyes had been brimming with tears when saying goodbye, a little girl who had made Paige pinky swear that sheâd be back as soon as possible.Â
Really, Paige thinks she should be applauded for her restraint, because truth be told, the second Stephieâs lower lip had trembled, Paige had been prepared to ask Ice to just ship her stuff to Oakland so that sheâd never have to let go of the little girlâs hand.Â
And hereâs the thing, Paige is willing to admit she wants to go back to the Bay Area for Stephie. Itâs that pesky little part of her thatâs desperate to go back for Stephieâs mother, to go back for one more hesitant yet lingering touch, that she wonât ever share with anyone else.Â
âI never thought Iâd live to see you and Azzi willingly playing together again,â Ice says as soon as Paigeâs makeup artist leaves the room, âKK and I didnât even try betting on it, we were that sure it wouldnât happen. Shit I should have. I totally would have won.â
âDonât yâall get tired of betting on my life?â Paige asks, rolling her eyes, trying to ignore the first part of what Ice said.Â
âBetting on your life has made me hundreds of dollars bro,â Ice says, before a more earnest look crosses her face, âbut genuinely P, are you sure about this? Thereâs a lot of history there.â
Paige sighs, âitâs not about our history. Itâs a basketball decision. And weâre both mature adults who know that. Iâm just tryna win. Nothing else.â
âItâs never nothing when it comes to you two.â
âIt is this time,â Paige argues adamantly and Ice raises her hands in surrender.Â
âI just donât want another set of teammates to have to deal with yâalls bullshit,â the younger girl teases, but itâs laced with a hint of seriousness that sends a flare of guilt shooting through Paigeâs body.Â
âIce-â she begins.
But Ice is quick to change to a lighter subject, âcanât believe Janaâs the one that gets mom and dad back together. I always knew she was the favorite.â
âWe didnât have favorites,â Paige plays along, thankful for Ice and her ability to always keep the tension to a bare minimum.Â
âOh donât lie. We all know you did,â Ice scoffs and then lets out a chuckle, âand now Azziâs actually a mom. Thatâs kinda insane. And you met the kid right?â
âYeah. Yeah I did,â Paige says and she canât help the way her entire face breaks into a gleaming smile as her thoughts turn into memories of Stephie. She doesnât even realize sheâs gotten lost in a different world until Ice coughs, an amused grin playing on her lips.Â
âYouâre so royally fucked Paige,â Ice shakes her head, âthe only person Iâve seen you smile that big for before is Azzi.â
âSheâs a cute, smart, adorable kid, thatâs why Iâm smiling,â Paige tries to defend herself.Â
âSheâs Azziâs cute, smart, adorable kid,â Ice counters.Â
âThat has nothing to do with it,â Paige protests again but it rings hollow to her own ears.
âOh my god I needa call KK and get this bet started. Itâs only a matter of time for real,â Ice says, more to herself than to Paige, as she whips out her phone, probably texting KK.Â
âA matter of time till what?â
âYouâll find out Paigey,â Ice says gravely with a mocking smile, patting Paigeâs head, âall in due time.â
***
The Dallas Wings media room is buzzing, reporters desperate to ask Paige questions and the blonde tries to maintain a smile despite the fact that her heart is lurching in her throat right now. Her opening speech had been short and sweet, parroting basically the same thing that had gone out on her social media the night before; sheâd been desperate to just get it out. Generally, Paige is pretty good with the media, having been immersed in the spotlight since basically forever. The attention and how to maneuver it has always come naturally to her so sheâs not sure why she feels so unnerved by it all today. From the back of the media room, Ice sends her a thumbs up and a reassuring grin and Paige lets out a breath, glad to have at least that comforting presence with her.Â
âAidrian Ginsburger with Bleacher Report, Paige, youâve obviously spent all of your career so far with the Wings, can you tell us a little bit about the impact this organization has had on you?â
Paige smiles at the question, letting her brain skim through pages and pages of fond memories she has of time spent with this team. It might be time to move on but that doesnât mean she doesnât have plenty of cherished moments.Â
âYeah um- this place has really shaped who I am as a person. Since day one, the front office, obviously itâs a different one to the one I came in with, they did a lot to make sure that I was comfortable. My teammates through the years have been incredible and I wouldnât be the player I am today without them. And of course the fans you know, they always showed out for the team, for me. Always supported me in anyways and I hope that I was able to give back the love to them that they always gave to me,â she says, suddenly nostalgic for the team that had started it all.Â
The next questions are similar in nature and Paigeâs answer varies only in words but not substance. She feels herself start to settle into it, now fielding the expected questions about the Wings and Valkyries with an air of confidence. There are a couple questions about Azzi that make her heart thump, but that was to be expected. Itâs a pretty brilliant story in the making, two MVPs who used to play on the same college team coming together. Talia had warned Paige in advance that there was no avoiding it. But for the most part the questions have an easy answer about how Azziâs a brilliant player and sheâs excited to play with her old friend again. That is until a familiar hand shoots up and all the tension that had previously dissipated, comes roaring back with a vengeance.Â
âOlivia Reynolds with the Dallas Morning News, Paige, as others have said today, you and Azzi Fudd played together at UConn and you were best friends.â Oliviaâs eyes glint viciously, âI mean itâs pretty well documented how hard you tried to recruit her to UConn. But despite being best friends, the two of you have been never seen hanging out, outside of games and formal events, unlike your other teammates that is-â
âIs there a point to this?â Paige asks, hands fisting in her lap as she tries to keep herself calm.Â
Olivia smiles, sugary sweet, âI was just wondering if maybe there was some tension and how that would affect your on-court chemistry at the Valkyries?â
âThereâs no tension,â Paige lies through gritted teeth, âwe didnât hang out because we live far apart. There isnât much else to it. And even if there was, Azzi and I are professionals. We wouldnât let anything off the court affect our goal to win.â
âYou lived far apart before UConn too, but that didnât seem to stop you guys. What changed?â Olivia presses.
âTime did. Our lives did. Thereâs nothing sensational here. Itâs just a case of two people drifting apart,â Paige says and the fabrication feels heavy on her tongue. If only it really had been that simple.Â
âBut clearly not that much,â Olivia says, and Paige glances at the moderator, desperate for an intervention, âthere were plenty of fan pictures of the two of you out getting ice cream with Azziâs daughter. It seems like youâre already fitting into that Bay Area life-â
âIâm not hearing a question at the end of your sentence,â Paige hisses and she can practically already hear the scolding sheâs going to get from Talia once her agent gets wind of how this press conference had gone. The entire media cohort is watching the exchange with wide eyes, no doubt questioning whether they were embarrassed or impressed by their colleague. Ice is mouthing something to Paige, probably something along the lines of please keep your shit together, but Paige is steaming. Really, she should have expected this.Â
âWell if youâd let me finish,â Olivia snarls, the façade of innocence dropping, âeven if the two of you have drifted, as you put it, clearly thereâs still a relationship there. How big of a role did Azzi Fudd play in your choice to move to the Valkyries?â
Paige sucks in a deep breath, nails digging into her palm at the question, âAzzi is the best shooting guard in the country. That was her role in my decision to move to the Valkyries. I donât know what else youâre trying to imply, but I want to play with her because we play well together. Thatâs it,â she stands up and thereâs pin drop silence, âthank you all for coming but weâre done with this press conference.Â
***
Paige is seething as she exits the media room, Ice hot on her heels trying to calm her down. The sane part of her knows she should head back to the makeup room or even to her car, instead she finds her feet carrying her in the direction of where she knows Olivia Reynolds will be, reviewing her press conference notes by the coffee machine like she always is.Â
âWhat the actual fuck was that?â Paige spits as she comes to a halt in front of the reporter.Â
âI know you think playing basketball is the only job in the world Paige, but that was a reporter doing her job,â Olivia says, her calm and composed voice only furthering Paigeâs irritation.Â
âBull-fucking-shit.â Paige sneers, âthat wasnât a reporter out there, that was my ex-wife grilling me like we were back in fucking divorce court.â
Olivia cocks her head, âoh so you do remember who I am to you then?â
âOliv-â
âBecause if you did remember, Iâd like to think youâd have the courtesy to at least personally tell me that you were moving to your,â she drops her voice, âex-girlfriendâs team instead of letting me find out with the rest of the world. You donât think you owed me that?â
âThatâs what this is about?â Paige sighs, âOlivia weâve been divorced for almost three years now, I donât owe you-â
âYou didnât owe Azzi anything either,â Olivia whisper-yells, the calm in her voice replaced by the same anger that had tainted the last year of their marriage, âbut when we first started dating, you kept us a secret for months. You wouldnât even tell your fucking teammates cause you were so scared sheâd find out,â her eyes drift towards Ice who looks like she wishes sheâd made a different decision rather than following Paige out here, âyou said she deserved to hear it from you but apparently I donât-â
âI didnât mean it like that Olivia. Look, I meant what I said up there. Thereâs nothing between- â
âSpare me,â Olivia says, as she stuffs her notepad into her bag, âyou can lie to all those other reporters out there about how all of this is a basketball decision. You can even lie to yourself if you want. But you canât lie to me, not when I spent four years fighting to keep our relationship from getting crushed under whatever it is that Azzi is to you.â
***
It doesnât matter how far Paige burrows her head into her pillows, she canât seem to stop herself from hearing Oliviaâs words reverberating through her ears. The two of them had done well at co-existing in their social circles after the divorce had been finalized. While no one could quite call them friends, theyâd done a good job at being friendly, being able to converse and share an occasional drink when in their combined friend group. And if Paige is honest, she knows sheâs fucked up, knows she probably did owe Olivia a call. But calling Olivia would have meant calling someone who would inevitably make Paige face the truth, just like she had today. The truth that, even with the deal Talia had concocted with the Liberty hanging in the background like a dark presence, the move to the Valkyries was about a lot more than just basketball for Paige.Â
Sheâs so entrenched in her thought that she doesnât bother checking who it is when the facetime rings, irritation seeping into her voice as she answers it, face still buried in her pillows, âWHAT?â
âMiss Buecks?â a tiny voice comes through the phone and for a second, Paige thinks she must be dreaming, until she finally lifts her head to look at her phone, and Stephieâs small face lights up the whole screen. And itâs like she can feel little hands on her shoulders, slowly unknotting her tightened muscles.Â
âStephie,â she breathes out, a sudden sense of serene calm washing over her previously tense body.Â
âHi Miss Buecks,â Stephie says happily before she squints at the screen, âyou sleep weird.â
Paige laughs, âand whyâs that?â
âYouâre not wearing pajamas and itâs only seven. âDults donât sleep at seven,â Stephie says matter-of-factly.Â
âItâs actually nine here,â Paige says, a little surprised by the time; she hadnât realized she'd been moping in her bed for that long. Ice had forced her to get lunch together, not wanting to leave Paige alone after the encounter with Olivia. Once sheâd finally gotten back to her apartment, Paige had flopped on her bed, taking out her frustrations on her poor pillow.Â
âThatâs not poss-ble,â Stephie scrunches her face, âMamaâs phone says itâs seven.â
âItâs seven in California, itâs nine in Texas,â Paige tries to explain though by the way Stephieâs looking at her, she thinks sheâs probably just confusing the girl more, âhowâd you figure out how to call me babe?â
Stephie gives her an exasperated look, âMiss Buecks Iâm five. I know how to use facetime.â
âAnd does your Mama know you're facetiming me?â Paige asks, eyebrows raised.
âSheâs in the shower,â Stephie whispers, grinning sheepishly.Â
As if on cue, Azzi appears on the corner of the screen and Paige feels her mouth run dry. The darker skinned woman is clad in a light pink fluffy bathrobe that ends right above her knees, giving Paige the perfect view of her long, toned legs that seem to shimmer despite the shitty quality of the facetime. Rivulets of water cling to her neck, delicately cascading down the valley of her breasts before disappearing from sight. And Paige must be dehydrated because never has she wanted to taste a drop of liquid more than she does right now.Â
âStephie,â Azzi groans, as she walks towards the phone and Paige gulps, heart beating faster with every step the other woman takes, everything about her becoming clearer and clearer, âwhat did I say about using my phone.â
âOnly in em-a-gencies,â Stephie recites, âbut Mama I had an em-a-gency.â
Azzi tilts her head, eyebrows raised as she gives her daughter a knowing look, âand what was your emergency?â
âI really, really, really, this muchâ Stephie stretches out her hands as far as theyâll go, really, really, really, miss Miss Buecks.â
Paige feels her heart flutter. Stephieâs words feel like a hand carefully pulling her out from under the pile of stress sheâd been buried under the whole day. Itâs like the little girl is pushing away the rubble pressing against her lungs, turning the rocks into dust with a light touch and Paige feels like she can finally breathe.Â
âSounds like a pretty big emergency to me,â she says, relishing the way Stephieâs face lights up at the admission, âcause I really, really, really miss you too Steph.â
âSee Mama,â Stephie says, placing the phone against a wall so can place her hands on her hips and look up at Azzi with a pleased smirk.Â
Azzi rolls her eyes before glaring at Paige, âyouâre a bad influence on her.â
âIâm the best influence on her,â Paige argues, sending Stephie a conspiratorial wink, âjust you wait Az, Iâmma teach her all the good things.â
Something unreadable flashes across Azziâs face before sheâs back to looking at Paige with an unimpressed arched eyebrow, âI am not letting you corrupt my daughter Paige Bueckers.â
âWeâll see,â Paige says slowly and Azzi shakes her head before turning to Stephie.Â
âAlright Stephie bean time to go brush your teeth. Itâs almost bedtime babes,â she says with a stern lookÂ
âBut Mama-â
âNo arguing, you have school tomorrow missy,â Azzi reminds the little girl and Paige canât help but marvel at the mother that Azziâs become. And it makes her heart ache for the fantasies sheâd dreamed of when she was in her early twenties. Sheâd always known Azzi would be a great mother; Paige had just naively thought sheâd be there alongside her too.Â
âCan Miss Buecks stay on the phone till I fall asleep?â Stephie asks, peering up at Azzi with big doe eyes, âplease Mama pleeeease.â
âIâm sure Miss Buecks has other things-â
âI donât,â Paige cuts in far too enthusiastically, clearing her throat to get back some semblance of restraint as both mother and daughter turn to look at each other, âI donât have anything to do tonight so I can stay till you fall asleep Stephie.â
âYAYY,â Stephie cheers enthusiastically while Azzi studies her with a weary look, âIâm gonna go brush my teeth and then you can read me, my story Mama.â
With that, the little girl runs in the direction of what Paige can only assume is the bathroom, skipping with childlike joy as she sing-songs about something Paige canât quite make out.Â
âYou know you donât have to say yes to everything she asks right?â Azzi says slowly as she grabs her phone and sits on the couch.Â
Paige shrugs, âI have time to stay.â
âDo you?â Azzi asks skeptically, âbecause from what I heard the Wings are having a little farewell party tonight, for you.â
Paige narrows her eyes, âand how exactly did you hear that?â
âI have connections.â
âYou talked to Ice.â
âI talked to Ice,â Azzi concedes, âand Iâm pretty sure youâre already an hour or so late for it.â
âExactly. Iâm already an hour late so why bother,â Paige says, sitting up so she can rest head against her headboard, âwhy were you talking to Ice?â
âI canât talk to my friend?â Azzi asks slowly.Â
âOf course you can but why specifically today?â Paige pressesÂ
Azzi bites her lip, âI um- I watched your press conference today. You uh-â she averts her gaze, âyou seemed really stressed at the end and I wanted to make sure you were okay.â
A soft grin upturns Paigeâs lips before she can stop it, âwere you worried for me Fudd?â
âThatâs not-â Azzi groans, âshut up.â
Paige smirks, âyou were worried for me.â
âI was concerned for my future teammate," Azzi huffs, âbesides,â her face hardens, âshe was way out of line.â
Paige sighs at the implied mention of Olivia, âmaybe but maybe I deserved it.â
âNo you didnât,â Azzi protests and that oh so familiar protective tone in her voice carves itself into every crevice of Paigeâs heart, âno one deserves to be put on the spot like that. She was being unethical trying to dig into your personal life like that.â
âThis is nice,â Paige says softly, unable to help herself.Â
âWhat is?âÂ
âSeeing you get all defensive over me. It's nice to see you still care. I didnât know if you still did.â
Azziâs quiet for a second, gnawing at her bottom lip as she looks at Paige, âIâve always cared Paige. And-â she hesitates as the tightrope beneath them wavers, âIâm always gonna care.â
Thereâs years worth of unsaid words lingering in the silence between them as they breach some unspoken rule theyâd both inadvertently agreed to. And they both know that they shouldnât be saying things like this to each other, that theyâre teetering on the edge of falling into an abyss that has nothing but destruction at the bottom. But Azziâs words feel like sunshine, like heat waves across her skin and Paige is so tired of feeling cold.Â
Before either of them can say another word, Stephie comes back into the room, crawling into Azziâs lap.
âIâm back,â she beams, completely unaware of the way the two adults are scrambling to act normal around her.Â
âHere baby,â Azzi hands the phone to Stephie, âtake Miss Buecks to your room. Mamaâs gonna go change and then sheâll come read to you okay?â
ââKay Mama,â Stephie complies, pressing a soft kiss to Azziâs cheek before running towards her room. For a second Paigeâs screen is blurred in motion until Stephie fixes her again and Paige catches a glimpse of Stephieâs room, specifically the walls that are painted the perfect shade of Valkyrie purple.Â
âI love your walls Stephie,â she compliments.
âTheyâre pu-ple,â Stephie exclaims, âthatâs my favorite color.â
âFirst the ice-cream, now the color, youâre stealing all of my favorites kid,â Paige teases but sheâs secretly pleased by this revelation. Itâs dangerous how fast Stephieâs starting to whittle down Paigeâs walls and build herself a permanent shelf in Paigeâs cabinet of my people.Â
âCan I tell you a secret Miss Buecks,â Stephie whispers, bringing her lips closer to the phone.Â
Paige smiles, âof course you can.â
âI think Mama misses you too,â Stephie says softly and Paige feels her heart catch in her throat, âI heard her tell Nanna on the phone.â
âCan I tell you a secret Stephie?â Paige lowers her voice, leaning into her phone.Â
ââCourse you can Miss Buecks.â
Paige swallows as the admission falls from her lips, âI really miss your Mama too.â
I miss her always and I think Iâll miss her forever.Â
âWhat are you the two of you whispering about,â Azziâs voice cuts in as she tucks herself next to Stephie, a childrenâs book in her hand.Â
âNothing Mama,â Stephie says immediately, winking at Paige through the phone.Â
âYeah,â Paige echoes, ignoring her erratic heartbeat, ânothing Azzi.â
Azzi looks between the both of them, clearly aware sheâs being left out of something, but doesnât push further. Instead she flips open the book, pulls Stephie closer into her arms and starts reading. If anyone were to ask Paige later, she wouldnât have the faintest idea about a single word in that damn book. Because as Azziâs soothing voice begins to lull Stephie to sleep, and the younger girl, despite her yawns, holds the phone up so the blonde can be included in every second of it, Paige feels herself being pulled into a dream she has no right to dream. She dreams of being in Stephieâs purple bedroom. She dreams of her and Azzi lying against Stephieâs lilac bedspread, their hands entwined in the middle over Stephieâs little body. She dreams of a forever that sheâd long forsaken.
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the (essentially) government raised super weapon needs a little help realizing he also wants to blow shit up in the parking lot out back but luckily cub is here to support <3
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Idly, from the crack of his ajar bedroom door, Cub watched Scar through gentle eyes, the other sitting at the couch, ever so slightly slumped as he watched the news, or maybe watch was a strong word, because it looked a bit more like he was sleeping. An awake Scar was never so still, so relaxed, the rise and fall of his shoulders never so slow. An awake Scar typically knew when he was being watched, a strong internal sense, and he would turn around, arm draped over the back of the sofa with a lazy smile, and Cub might greet him, or he might just shut the door, the observation not nearly as fun when the other knew he was there. Cub smiled, basking in the opportunity to simply look without being known. Scarâs hair was a certified mess, more than it usually was, the funny little cowlick at the back of his head completely out of control. Not that Scar ever tried very hard to tame it anyway. But today he didnât have to try at all, because today he was here, and there were no cameras, no scrutiny. Well, maybe there was a little scrutiny, but Grian wasnât home right now. Just Cub. Just Cub.
Scarâs legs were in the shop today, routine maintenance and things, but instead of spending the day in town as he typically did on these types of off days, he asked to spend it here, to just hang out, relax. Take off the mask and not think at all. And who would Cub be to deny him?
There was something so deeply satisfying seeing him here, out of uniform. He had arrived in it out of necessity; very few people had no legs and wheelchairs decked out in HotGuy merchandise, but Scar had changed once inside, visibly reveling in the luxury of being Here. In a place with people he trusted. No mask. No legs. No uniform. Being.. Scar. Given the nuclear identity crises Scar had been experiencing lately, this was nothing short of the ultimate freedom. And what an honor to be able to provide that, to be trusted enough that even a man so deeply insecure of his place in the world could find it in himself to just relax around you. To be himself. To fall asleep on the sofa without the fear of sharp edges.
Cub ducked out of his room, tip-toeing over to shut off the news. He didnât care to hear it, and didnât think it was too good for Scar either, not today. The scene reimagined to his liking, Cub slunk back to his room then walked from it again, normally, and draped his arms around Scarâs neck, humming. Scar roused, and Cub got the pleasure of seeing him blink away sleep.
âEllo,â Scar mumbled, leaning back to hit Cubâs chest with his head, and Cub closed his eyes, a small smile forming across his lips (maybe. Sometimes when he thought he was smiling, he didnât look any different at all, his mindâs eye only playing tricks on his physical sense of self).
âHi. You tired?â
Scar gave the question a moment of thought, endearingly, trying to push back further into the couch, like the barrier between them was a great frustration. Cub didnât make any move to be closer, internally amused. Scar sighed, âNot really. Just got a bit bored, closed my eyes. Was still listening.â
Cub very much doubted that. He didnât think Scar was lying or anything, just that he simply didnât know how asleep he really was. No point addressing it though. âThatâs good. I was thinking about you, yâknow.â Cub snaked around the side of the couch, settling himself half on top of Scar, probably with far less grace than he was imagining. Whatever the case, Scar didnât seem to care, looking more delighted than anything to have Cub so close.
#hermitcraft#gtws#goodtimeswithscar#cubfan135#cubfan#grian#convex#cubscar#grub#convexian#cubscarian#scarian#fic art#hotguy#CUBGUY#heâs lurkingâŚ.
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Treat You 3
Warnings:Â dark elements, noncon, violence, abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)
Note:Â Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.
Part of The Club AU
"You're useless!" Your dad slather's spit on your face as he holds himself over you, penning you in on your bed, "fucking idiot!"
You whimper as he growls and huffs his tobacco-tinged breath in your face. You wrinkle your nose and bat your lashes as tears prickle along the brims of your eyes. You shudder as he shoves himself off of you, snarling as he heaves his weight off the mattress. Another rude awakening, though for what you don't know.
"I'm sorry, da-" You begin as you sit up, only to have him spin and crack his knuckles across your cheek. You fall back and cradles your skull as it vibrates. "Ow, dad, what did I do?"
"Where the fuck are my smokes?!" He hisses.
"I dunno, I dunno," you sit up, holding out an arm to shield yourself, "you know I wouldn't touch them."
"I know you're a sneaky fucking bitch," he barks and goes to your dress, shaking it as he tears open the drawer. He scoops out the contents and throws them so the fabric scatters over the floor.
"I didn't touch them," you sniffle.
"Stop fucking lying!" He blusters as he stomps over to you, grabbing you by the front of your tee shirt, "look at you, lazy piece of shit, hiding in your room all day, doing what?!"
"Dad," you murmur.
"Bitch!" He shoves you back and you once more fall flat, biting your own tongue.
He surges around the room and there's a thunderous crash as he swipes your desk clear of its contents. You sit up and watch, helpless as he rips like a tornado through the space. He hollers and hurls until he's out of breath. He leaves you with a slam of the door. A promise in the shake of the frame. If he sees you again, it will only get worse.
You get up and switch your pajama bottoms for jeans. You retrieve the clunky laptop from the floor and tuck it into your bag. It's the only thing of value you have. It's how you make your living, typing away captions and sending the words in for pennies. You swipe up your book and the small change purse with not much in it.
You listen before you emerge from your room. You creep down and take your denim jacket and sneakers from the entryway, tiptoeing out and putting them on in the hallway. You stand straight and touch your throbbing cheek. You must look a mess. It doesn't matter, you just need to get out of there.
You get out to the street and find a bench just around the corner, sitting to think of where to go. You need to get the next project done. Tonight's the deadline to get a few extra dollars on the next deposit. You need wifi. Usually you can leech off the neighbours' but there's no way you're staying in the apartment with your father like that.
The library isn't an option. You can't even access the wifi without an account and you have fines since your father destroyed several borrowed books last month. Besides, it's too far out of the way and you have no bus fare. Maybe...
Is it worth it? You don't know if you have any change. You sift through your bag and open your change purse. A couple of quarters; seventy-five cents. Hmm, how much is a cookie? Just one of the small ones?
All you know is the cafe has wifi. You'll test your luck and see how long they put up with you. You head off, disappearing into the urban ebb and flow, happy to drown in it and forget the morning.
đľ
The cafe is busy enough for you to sneak in with the rush. You find a seat in the corner and set up there, hoping you can fade into the background as usual. You glance over at the menu, there's nothing you can afford there. You sigh as you slip the heavy laptop out of your crochet bag.
You open it and hit the power button. Nothing happens. You lean in and try again. You notice how the frame of the screen is split at the seam. Oh no. The thing's taken a beating over the years but it's usually fine. He's done it now. It's broken.
That's it. That's the only thing you got and it's just as garbage as everything else in your life. You hang your head, holding it in your hands as you stare at the table. You're numb, to hollow to feel anything. You should cry but you can't.
Your vision blurs as you sit there, frozen. What do you do? What can you do? You are totally screwed.
You don't know how long you stay like that. The world skews around you until suddenly it centers on a gentle tap on your shoulder. You pop your head up, nearly tipping the chair as you look up at the barista. It's the same one as last time. Peter, you think he said.
"Excuse me--" He begins but he gapes and stares at you.
"I'm sorry, I... I'll go," you gulp and shake your head, "I don't have money for a coffee."
You stand but he doesn't move. He's close as you reach for your laptop and he reaches to stop you from closing it.
"What happened?" He asks.
"Nothing," you lie.
"Something must've happened--"
"I must've hit it on the door when I came in," you mutter pushing until he moves his hand, snapping shut the broken screen.
"Not the computer," he says, "you?"
"What?" You frown and wince as the bruise twinges and you notice how you can see your cheek swelling from your left eye.
"Did someone hurt you?" He asks.
"Please, it doesn't matter," you turn to unhook your bag from the chair, "I'm just going to leave. I told you, I don't have any money--"
"Coffee's on the house. Or tea," he insists, "please, sit down."
"I can't."
"Why not?" He asks.
You cringe and stop. You turn to face him, looking down at his warm brown eyes, "why are you bugging me?"
"Am I?" His forehead ripples, "I wasn't meaning to."
You squeeze your lips together and a pang of guilt tweaks in your chest. You hang your head, "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to talk back."
"Look, seems like you've had a rough morning. If you stay, I promise I won't bug you. I'll just bring you some tea and let you be."
You look away as your nose flares, tingling dangerously, "why would you do that?"
"Nice things always come around," he shrugs, "and they don't cost anything."
You nod and hide your face, "thanks."
"No problem, oh uh, one thing," he turns a palm out, "I didn't get your name."
You put your bag on the table as you touch the back of the chair. You eke out your name before you sit. He repeats it brightly, "alright, I'll be right back."
You stare out the window, refusing to look anywhere else. You're too embarrassed to let him see the tears in your eyes.
#peter parker#dark peter parker#dark!peter parker#peter parker x reader#drabble#the club#treat you#spider-man#mcu#marvel#avengers#au#series
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SFW alphabet: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
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hope you enjoy this!! again with any of my writing i appreciate feedback! love ya
 A= Affection (How Affectionate are they? How do they show affection?
omg extremely affectionate! always giving quick kisses on the cheek or softy squeezing your hand in public. he isnât like crazy with pda but at home heâs constantly touching.
B= Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
literally the best boyfriend and best friend. he would also know how to do them separately as well if that makes sense? like he would know when itâs best to be your best friend and when to be your boyfriend. he would remember every little thing about you and just make you feel so seen and loved.
C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
of course he loves to cuddle. id say heâd like any type of cuddling as long as he can wrap his arms around you and hold you as humanly close.
D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
if he found the right person, yes. of course he would be super nervous about it because of his job and being away from home but if he truly loved someone yes he would want to settle down.
cooking? everyone in gaz nation all agrees he can make 5 star meals so if you donât like to cook, thatâs okay! if you do? even better itâs an activity you two can do together as a couple.
and cleaning of course he would help out with, i think he would keep things pretty tidy but if things did need cleaning he would have no problems doing them.
E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)Â
i donât think he would be the type to do it over text or phone call. would probably tell them face to face.
F= Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
with gaz when iâm creating scenarios in my head with him in mind, i always think you would start as friends with feeling but too scared to confess until it just happens. so with commitment in this particular scenario, he would already be fully committed before you were even together. but even if thatâs not the case, i donât see him as a guy thatâs scared of commitment.
as for marriage? i would say after dating maybe 3 years he would pop the question
G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)Â
sooooo gentle. i truly do not see him being rough with his partner (unless ya know itâs sex and there was a talk before hand) and emotionally? even if itâs a fight and youâre both upset with each other, i donât think he would ever snap and insult you or anything like that. he would just try to remain calm and talk it out and if it got into a bad enough argument, he would just talk a talk to clear his head and emotions before returning.
also i fully believe this man goes to therapy
H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
any excuse to have his partner in his arms heâll take it. loves the hugs he receives when he comes home after a mission where itâs just the both of your clinging to each other, happy to see each other. or the lazy from behind hugs while heâs sleepy and trying to convince you to turn in early for the night. i donât think heâs like constantly hugging but he does enjoy it
I= I love you (How fast do they say the L=word?)
again in my made up maladaptive daydreams, with the whole friends before lovers it would probably happen in the confession but if we arenât going by that, i would say anywhere like 5-8 months into the relationship.
J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when theyâre jealous?)
I donât think he gets jealous often. He is confident in your relationship and knows he doesnât have to worry and vice versa.
K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
omg I could go on for hours. kyleâs kisses always leave you wanting more.
for him i feel like his favorite place to kiss his partner is on the temple. he likes to just hold them in his arms and press small kisses into their temple.
as for him, he likes to be kissed on the cheek. right on his scar
L= Little ones (How are they around children?)
at first, he is a little shy around small children, but the longer that he is around them he will start playing with them. he is always very sweet and attentive and patient with the children. He doesnât get really upset if they make messes or they throw tantrums but with tantrums he really doesnât know how to handle them,so most of the time he will just notify their parent. but with his own children, he would try to calm them down in that type of situation.
i think he would be very good with children, and with his own very hands on.
M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
he likes to sleep in when heâs home, on occasion he will get up early if he knows he has to be at a certain place at a certain time but he likes sleeping until he naturally wakes up.
N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)
he does really like going on dates and he loves planning dates for his significant other so most nights if they are up to it, he would like to take them out on the town but if they do not prefer dates/nights spent out and doing things he is completely okay with just laying at home and having a date night at home. he likes getting a bunch of comfy blankets and putting on a movie and cuddling.
O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)Â
again in my silly little maladaptive daydreams, it would be a friends to lovers type of situation where you would know already most of this information, but if weâre not going off of that, and itâs just the situation of him ďżźmeeting someone and taking interest I feel like before he made any real commitment of starting a relationship that with him he would want to tell them especially about his job before asking them to be official.
but with personal interests, likes dislikes things of that nature I think he would tell you as your relationship progressed it would not be all at once, but it would come up in conversation.
P=Patience (How easily angered are they?)
with his significant other i donât think he would get angry very often, he has a lot of patience. But if a situation/argument got heated enough, he would not take any drastic measures. He would just simply try to talk out the situation without yelling or raising voices, but again if it got too elevated, he would go outside and smoke or take a walk to cool off before coming back.
Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)Â
he would remember everything! even if you mentioned briefly that you liked something he would keep it stored away in his mind, so if heâs out and he sees that or something pertaining to that interest, he would get it for you.
R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
probably when you both confessed to liking each other. he has such anxiety of guessing if you actually liked him back. so when it call came out he was so relieved and happy his feďżźelings were reciprocated .
S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)Â
this would go for any of the tf141 men but extremely!! when youâre out with him he is constantly watching you and the area just to make sure nothing suspicious is going on. if he loses you in a crowd for a second it sends him into like a panicked overdrive that dďżźoesnt stop until he finds you and can make sure youâre okay. he also teaches you self defense.
T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)Â
he puts in so much effort!! he understands that it is not easy to be in a relationship with someone that can be gone months at a time, and the constant worry that something has happened to him. so when he is home he always like to plan date nights and just wants to make you feel special. he always remembers the the type of things you like so youâd never get a gift thatâs just super random and you have no interest or need in.
U= Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)Â
Smoking, it started when he was a teenager just as kinda like an act of rebellion but whenever he finds himself stressed out (which is probably a lot) he will go outside and smoke
V= Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
He is a pretty boy ⢠and is very aware of that. I hc that when he is home he has a whole skin care routine that he likes to do before he goes to bed, and when he takes his partner out on a date he likes to dress up and look good for them.
W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He would be independent without you obviously BUT constantly thinking about you and searching for you in every room. So to a certain extent he would feel kinda incomplete but also ya know he has his own independence and would want you to have that as well.
X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)Â
He hates coffee. Heâs tried the super sugary drinks to just plain black coffee, he hates them all. He never voices this opinion though, so whenever someone offers him some coffee and he doesnât want to be perceived as rude so he takes it and is like đ the whole time.
Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldnât like, either in general or in a partner?)
In general someone that has questionable morals like in this scene with Graves. Also ya know I donât think he would like someone how is just rude to people for no reason or have bad hygiene. I mean also obviously someone that is racist, sexist, bigoted, etc.
Z= Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)
Not a morning person, when heâs home he usually will sleep in just because ya know when heâs at work he doesnât get the chance to do anything like that. Also like i mentioned in my first hc post for him he would have the most comfiest bed, like the softest comforters and a lot of pillows but would kick most of it off the bed since he runs hot, but wouldnât dare stop cuddling you.
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Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 1
Part 2 Part 3
Lance Stroll x Reader
Masterlist
A/N: I don't know how I feel about this one, but I wrote it in honour of the Canadian GP! English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes!
âLance, I think you should call security. Look whoâs here!â Your older brother pointed at you, acting like you were some kind of crazy fan who sneaked in.
You glanced at your brother âThey really let you in? Even with your ugly face? Itâs going to be bad for their PR, I tell you.â He only sticked his tongue out to you in response.
âHey, kid,â Lance simply said.
You grinned at Lance, and when he smiled back, it was like you were fourteen again, trying to impress him when skiing at the Mont Tremblant, sneaking glances at him. Gosh, he still had that boyish look that used to make you stutter in front of him.
âSalut, Lance. Itâs been a whileâ you said. He pulled you closed to give you a kiss on each cheek. He smelled like that one hoodie of his that he gave you years ago when you were cold at La Ronde. Embarrassingly, you still wear it sometimes, probably more than you should.
âI know, youâve changed, kid. You used to be so small. I guess you grew up, huh?â
To prove his point, you gave him a little spin, with your sundress flowing around your thighs. Lance looked at you up and down, noticing that you had grew in all the right places. He flushed a little.
âI guess I did,â you answered, looking right into his eyes. For once, it was him who seemed more affected by your interaction. Your cheeks were only coloured a light pink, a clear amelioration from the tomato look you used to rock whenever you talked to Lance.
Your brother put a stop to the moment you two shared. âAlright, quit showing off. She is still the same as before, only without the braces. Donât be fooled, Lance, she is still an airhead.â You smacked him on the arm. âAn airhead with a uni degree, dumbass. Youâre a college dropout.â
That was a low blow, but still, your brother deserved it. You got a middle finger in response. Lance chuckled, seeing that you hadnât changed completely.
âYouâre still as quick as you were before, kid,â he said, laughing. âWhatâs your degree in? Engineering, right?â
âYeah, I just graduated in mechanical engineering. But Iâm starting my master in the fall, at McGill.â
He looked impressed at your degree and at the famous Montreal school you attended. âDamn kid, youâre not the type to take it easy, huh? Unlike your lazy ass brother over there.â He lightly punched him on his arm. Your brother pretended to be offended. âCome on guys, do I really deserve all this verbal abuse?â
He saw you laugh, and decided he could not let that slide. âYou, shut up, or Iâll tell Lance you had his picture in your locker in high school.â
You gasped. Oh no he didnât.
Lance laughed, blushing a little. âThatâs cute. What about college? Do you have a picture of me at McGill?â He looked way too smug.
This was bad. Very bad. Still, was he just flirting with you?
At the same time, his father entered the paddock. You jumped at the opportunity to change the subject.
âLawrence, mon Stroll prĂŠfĂŠrĂŠ!â You smiled at him. The older man opened his arm to give you a hug.
âMon sucre dâorge, how are you?â He always had the best hug, making you feel safe and loved.
Lawrence Stroll was like an uncle to you, a father even. Your family and the Stroll family were very close, and you grew up side by side with the Stroll children, even though you were a few years younger than them. You went skiing together during the winter break. You went on vacations together. Your summers were filled with meals at each other house, and you ended up begging to sleepover every single time. To this day, the smell of chlorine always takes you back to endless afternoons spent playing in the pool at the Stroll house.
âIâm doing great, Iâm happy to be here!â you replied. You had seen the man only a few weeks earlier, at your graduation dinner, so there wasnât much catching up to do.
Lawrence exclaimed: âMon sucre dâorge, you should be at every races! After you finish your master, you should work for us!â
You beamed at the man: âI would like that very much.â Itâs true, you would love it. And you had the degree for it.
âSo would I. And I wouldnât be the only one,â he added in a whisper, gesturing towards Lance.
You turned a deep shade of red. Typical you. Lawrence always knew you had a thing for his son. Luckily, Lance did not look like he had heard what his father just said. If he did, youâd have to leave Montreal to live in a country where there are no races.
You brother shook hands with Lawrence, talking for a while. You listened with one ear, too busy sneaking glances at Lance. He was doing the same thing, admiring the silhouette that your dress gave you, the way your hair was framing your face, your slightly parted lips. He surprised himself and started daydreaming about how it would feel to push you against the wall, lifting one of your legs while he stunned you with kisses all over your face.
Lance was pulled out of his fantasy when your brother said it was time to go.
âBonne chance, Lance,â you wished him good luck shyly, then followed your brother out of the paddock. Oh, your massive crush was so back.
He watched you leave, mesmerized by you, your presence, the way you carry yourself. You were no longer an awkward teen, but a beautiful young woman.
âPoor girl. You know she had a crush on you for years, right? Good on her for moving on.â Lawrence said to his son, sighing. âShe really has a heart of gold, and sheâs way too bright for her own good. The man who will have her heart will be a lucky man. A very lucky man indeed.â
Later during the day, you received a message from Lance. This was unusual. The last time he had texted you was to wish you a happy birthday three months ago.
Hey kid, itâs me.
You replied quickly, not wanting to bother with pretending to be too busy to answer. When it came to Lance, you were too weak to play hard to get. Also, this afternoon was the first time he had shown signs that he did not see you as your brother's sister, but as a pretty girl. You would be a fool not to jump at the opportunity, if the opportunity came.
Hi, whatâs up?
Have you eaten yet?
Yeah, why?
Let me bring you some desert.
What???
Text me your address. Nvm I got it.
Lance, whatâs going on?
He didnât answer after that. Realizing that he was probably on his way, you started tidying up your appartement. It was pretty neat already though, so you mostly did it to distract you. From the corner of your eye, you saw his hoodie and quickly threw it in your wardrobe. If he did come to your place, this was the kind of things that he should not see, like your F1 calendar from last year that was still hung up to the month of January, because he was the picture of the month. But why the hell would Lance show up at your door?
A knock on the door made you jump. You opened it to find Lance on your doorstep, carrying a bag.
âHey, I brought you a sweet treatâ, he announced, letting himself in. You were too shocked to speak. Chat, is this real? He noticed your appearance. You were wearing a silk nightgown. âAre you ready for bed already?â he asked, confused.
Finally, he seemed real enough for you to gain back the ability to speak.
âUhhh, yeah?â
âWhat are you, 90? Itâs not even 9 yet!â
âSo what? I like to be comfortable,â you responded, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
He stared at you and your short nightgown, letting his gaze linger on the sight that was the strap sliding of your left shoulder. He wanted to leave a kiss on that exact spot.
âNo, no, youâre good, I just expected you to be ready to go out or something,â he said laughing, while walking in your apartment. âYou got a nice place.â
âThanks,â you replied. âWhy did you expect me to go out?â You followed him around in your apartment. It was weird to see him there, but he looked so good in his Boss hoodie that you let it slide for now.
âGee, uh, I donât know, maybe because itâs a Thursday night and youâre young and in Montreal?â he answered like you had asked the dumbest question. He finally settled in your kitchen, leaving the box he was carrying on the counter. âWhere are your plates?â
âOver here,â you opened the cabinet door at the same time he made a move to grab the doorknob, leaving him towering over you. The last time the two of you had been so close was before puberty. Internally, you were screaming. He grabbed two plates.
âWhat did you bring? And what are you doing here?â you asked, trying to hide the affect that his proximity had on you. âAnd I do go out, sometimes.â
âHaving dinner with my dad and your parents doesnât count. I bought you your favourite tiramisu, from that Italian restaurant you always dragged us to when we were kids.â
You rolled your eyes at him. âDonât worry, I do go out to shake my ass.â He raised an eyebrow at that, his eyes widening a little. You hoped he was imagining you in a tight dress, dancing in the club. You got out two spoons and a knife out of your cutlery drawer. âThanks for the sweet treat, but why though?â
Lance opened the box to reveal a gorgeous tiramisu. He was right, this dessert really was your favourite, specifically the recipe they used at this restaurant. You both sat on the stools hidden underneath your countertop. âCanât a guy do something nice?â he said sarcastically.
You looked at him, crossing your arms over your chest. âLance, come on, be for real. We havenât seen each other in years, then you show up unannounced at my place.â You cut the dessert and placed it on your respective plates.
He put his hand in the air: âWhat! I have no bad intentions, I swear. I just thought you could use some sugar.â
You raised an eyebrow at him. Against your wish, you let out a small moan as you took your first bite out of the tiramisu. It really was that good. You turned beet red and surprisingly, so did he. Cute.
âLance, you know I used to have a crush on you, right? But that was years ago, so if you expect me to fall at your feet and sleep with you, youâre in the wrong place, buddy.â This was a lie. He could have you anywhere he wanted, and you would say thank you.
His eyes shuttered a little when he took his first bite. âIâm flattered that you used to have a crush on me, but also a little insulted. How come you donât have one right now? And is your opinion of me so low that you believe I could really use you like that?â He really did look insulted.
You took another bite of the tiramisu, this time fulling embracing the moan coming out of your mouth. He looked positively flushed now.
âLance, I saw the way you looked at me earlier. It was like you finally realized I was a grown woman now.â
He took a bite, and he let his head fall back a little. So two can play this game. You were feeling hot all over. It was like a tennis match between the two of you, a duel. All of this over a sweet treat.
âItâs true that you made quite the impression on me earlier. It must be the lack of braces,â he said sarcastically.
You made a show of licking your spoon when you finished your portion. He looked jealous of the spoon.The ball is in your court, sir.
âOh really? It wasnât my curves that my dress showed off nicely, or how long my legs looked with those heels? Itâs weird, every other guy there seemed to notice my body. I even got the number of an engineer. I think Iâm going to go out with him, I might even sleep with him, all that good stuff.â The look on his face was priceless.
It seems you had won this round. He didnât touch his tiramisu, only bit his bottom lip. He was blushing hard but wanted to maintain his poker face.
âNone of these things crossed my mind,â he answered, though it was a very obviously fake answer. He seemed to be having trouble breathing. It was very good for your ego. If your seventeen years old self could see you right now, sheâd be proud.
You hit him with quite the shot when you picked up some tiramisu with your spoon off his plate. The simple gesture had quite the effect on him. His gaze followed your spoon from his plate to your mouth. In your face, sir.
âThatâs too bad. I wanted you to notice them,â you said innocently.
He did not take this shot well, and immediately went into attack mode. He pulled your stool closer to his and started massaging your calf. He was not playing anymore.
âDonât worry, kid, I can see them very clearly now.â He stared at you and the generous cleavage your nightdress gave you. The innuendo in his eyes was very clear. You could cut the tension in the room with the same knife you had cut the dessert with.
You moaned softly. This time, it had nothing to do with the tiramisu, and everything to do with the way his hand was slowly getting higher and higher on your leg. Yeah, it was over. He definitely won the match.
You looked at his eyes, which were now a nice shade of bedroom eyes. You felt all the hesitation you had leave your body, and so did your judgement.
âLance. I really want to have sex with you right now.â How embarrassing to say this out loud. But it wasn't your fault, really. His face and the tiramisu were a deadly combo.
He smirked at your admission. âI thought you said I shouldnât expect to sleep with you earlier.â
You responded quickly. âScrew what I said. Wait, no, screw me instead,â you leaned from your stool to pull his hoodie off.
He let you take it off, but he was wearing a shirt underneath. He smirked. âIn a hurry?â
âYeah, and for a guy that drives fast for a living, youâre slow as hell.â He laughed at that, and you took off his shirt too. It was sight to be seen. Niagara Falls is nothing compared to Lance Stroll shirtless. He should be on Canadian postcards instead of Lake Louise.
âDonât worry kid, I can go fast if need be.â You were getting very turned on, and he had not even made a move yet. âSo that means youâll sleep with me?â You leaned to give him kisses all over his neck. 10 years of wanting him made you desperate like that. He shivered at your touch, and he felt your smile against his neck. How flattering to get a reaction out of him. He gently lifted you off your stool and picked up you like a doll so you could sit on his lap. You immediately resumed your activity and went back to kiss his neck, occasionally leaving a mark.
âYou seem to want it so bad, and I wouldnât want to disappoint you. Our friendship means the world to me,â he said, teasing you.
âUh uh. Can we add âwith benefitsâ to the title of our friendship? Because I really want to get to the benefits right now.â You said in between hickeys. He was holding your waist to keep you close. How you both fitted on that tiny little stool, you had no idea, but this stool was now considered blessed in your mind.
âSince you asked so nicely. Your brother told me you had a boyfriend though.â His grip on you tightened.
âHeâs not my boyfriend, and I donât care about him. Heâs probably in a bar somewhere, talking to other women, which is fine, since we are not together.â It was his turn to give you attention. He made a trail of kisses all over your neck and jaw, stopping near the corner of your mouth.
âThatâs good. Do you have sex with him sometimes?â he asked possessively, which was very unlike him. Lance had never shown an interest in you, and he now wanted to know who you were sleeping with.
âYeah.â Itâs hard to form complete sentences when your crush of the last 10 years is busy leaving marks all over your neck.
âIs he any good to you?â He stopped to look you in the eyes, but kept you distracted by playing with the strap of your nightdress.
âI guess. But I hope you will change my opinion of what is good sex and what is bad sex.â You put your hands behind his neck and started kissing him. It quickly turned into a make out session. He tasted like tiramisu. This was an Oscar worthy kiss. A painting should be made to commemorate the moment. A page in history books should be dedicated to it. Still kissing you, Lance stood up and lifted you with him.
âWhereâs your bedroom?â You must have done something good recently. You felt like one of Godâs favourites.
You did not sound like yourself when you answered, âThe next door to your right.â It was a very surreal moment. He opened the door and gently put you down on your bed. He was standing up, shirtless, and it looked a lot like the teenage fantasy of him you had for years.
Your hair was spread all over the pillow, and your nightdress had ridden up. Playboy magazine would have loved you back in the days. âYouâre gorgeous. You look like an angel,â Lance said. âHow come Iâve never noticed it before?â
You blushed. âYou were too busy thinking of me as a sister.â Your propped yourself on your elbows to get a better look at him. The sight took your breath away. âDonât move, Iâm taking a mental picture of you. You look so fucking hot right now.â
It was his turn to blush. âThanks.â He pulled you by your ankles so you could sit on the edge of the bed. He then got on his knees, and ladies and gents, that nearly did it for you. You felt very, very hot. His hand slid under your nightdress so he could take of your underwear. It was hard to remember to breathe.
âGosh, are we in porn movie or something? No guy has ever gotten on his knees for me before, but they sure as hell expect me to.â You said, laughing in embarrassment at your lack of experience.
âBoys are stupid.â All of Montreal probably heard you when he first touched you with his tongue. It was too much: his touch, the sight of him between your thighs, the grunts he made, you had to grip the sheets to stay still. By the noises he made, he seemed to enjoy himself too.
It took an embarrassing short amount of time for you to shake and scream in pleasure. No guy had ever made you come so quickly, and it had never felt as good. Sadly, it would probably never feel so good ever again. He got out from your nightdress and smirked when he saw you panting.
âYouâre the one out of breath, huh?â He licked his lips, and you nearly came again.
âShut upâ was all you had to say. Lance laughed: âReal mature.â He once again took you by the ankles, this time to push you back to the center of the bed. He got on top of you.
âIs this the part where you get inside of me?â He smiled. âYouâre so eager. Itâs cute. The Aston Martin cap you have is cute too,â he said, referencing the baseball cap on your dresser.
âItâs for Alonso,â you replied, blushing. Lance smirked and whispered in your ear âYeah, right.â He started kissing your jawline. The whole block probably heard you moaning. Having him on top of you felt so good. Your nails were probably hurting him from how hard you were gripping his back, but he didnât complain. âToo bad itâs not him in your bed right now.â You shut him up with a kiss.
âPlease, Lance, you have to get in me,â you whined. You unzipped his pants and palmed him. âPlease, please, please.â He was making pained noises too, and he got out a condom from his pocket. So he had come to your place expecting to get laid. You decided to put the thought aside for now.
You stopped thinking anyway the second he got inside of you. The feeling was nearly overwhelming, and every time he moved, you couldnât help but moan.
âLance, goddam, why didnât we do this earlier?â you asked between screams. He seemed pleased. You arched your back and it was his turn to let out grunts. âWell, weâre doing it now,â he sounded in pain.
âYouâre going to ruin me for every other guyâ, you complained. Not long after, Montreal heard you scream his name as you came undone for the second time that evening. He copied you a short while later. Both of you were panting, too stunned by what just happened. It was definitely the best sex of your life, but you were too shy to ask him if it was any good. You hoped it was.
You were just about to ask him if he wanted to spend the night when he suddenly got up.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, confused. He pulled his pants back up and zipped them. âI gotta go. Donât tell anyone we did this.â You pulled yourself to sit against your headboard. You wanted to cry. âAre you serious?â
All he said was: âYeah, I am. Iâll see you around.â And he left, leaving you speechless in the bed where he just had you. When you heard the door close on his way out, you broke down in tears. How could he be so cruel? He had just used you, ruining years of friendship for this. You felt hurt and humiliated.
After a few minutes of crying hysterically, you suddenly could not stand having his smell on your sheets. It was nearly midnight, but you started ripping them off your bed, and you threw them in the washing machine. There were signs of his passage everywhere in your apartment, and it hurt too bad. You started cleaning manically, from scrubbing the floor to washing your entire silverware. After, it was you who needed to be rid of him. His touch lingered on your skin. You scrubbed your skin until it turned red and shampooed your hair about 5 times. As expected, you broke down crying in the shower. Lance was your friend; he had been since you were kids. Did none of that matter? Were you just a quick fuck to him? A one-night stand that did not even last a night?
You didnât recognize him. He was such a kind soul. How could you ever face him again? And the fact that he asked you to not tell anyone? The worst thing is, you knew you would never tell anyone, because the humiliation would be too bad.
Eventually, you passed out in exhaustion on the couch. You had to attend the whole weekend, otherwise it would be suspicious, since people expected you to be there. You put on your best dresses, your brave face and you showed up Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. You talked with Lawrence, hanged out with your brother and some friends, you even made small talk with some of the drivers. Your heart hurt like a bitch the whole time, but at least you managed to avoid Lance. That engineer who gave you his number came to see you again, and you made plans for later in the week. Any distraction was welcome.
By the late afternoon on Sunday, you had had enough. You felt tired, heartsick and exhausted after a weekend of fake smiling. Leaving was the only thing you wanted to do. Perhaps you should book a vacation, give your heart a break. Or at least get extremely drunk with your friends. Maybe do both.
You were hiding in a corner, waiting for your brother when a shadow appeared. It was Lance, of course, towering over you. Immediately, your heart started beating fast. Stupid heart. His hair was all ruffled and he was sweating lightly. He had the same look when he was on his knees for you.
âHey, kid,â he sounded so casual, like nothing had happened between the two of you, like he didnât have half of your heart.
âAllĂ´. Good job on the race today.â You hoped your voice was not trembling. You did not even attempt to look at him in the eyes, afraid of revealing your pain. The guy you had liked for years made you feel wanted then crushed you in a matter of hours. Of course, that didnât seem to matter to him.
He put his hand under your chin to force you to look at him, then caressed your cheek with his thumb. âThanks. Listen, I hope you did not expect anything more than what we did last night. Iâm leaving Montreal soon anyway.â Tears started to sting your eyes, but you tried your best to hide them, but Lance was not a fool.
âNot at all. This was just a one-time thing.â You smiled, but tears were running down your cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb.
âYouâre cute when you lie. Iâll see you around.â Lance kissed your cheek, then left you in shock, hiding in the corner. His gaze did not betray any sign of regrets. Your heart was shattered in million tiny pieces that he could crush between two fingers. It was cut into bite-size pieces that he could eat, like that damn tiramisu.
That night, you went home and tried to drown any thoughts of him with ice cream and sad music. It did not work.
A few glasses of wine in, your phone buzzed. It was the man of the hour.
Iâll be at your place in 10.
Against your better judgement, you opened the door to him in your cutest nightdress with mascara tears running down your face. He didnât bother with tiramisu this time. Nor did he the next time. And the next time.
To be used by him was better than not having him at all.
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How Protective Terrans Are
So... I might've dropped a few trauma bomb in my previous entries... but we won't further open those particular can of worms *smiles brightly while throwing the proverbial can at the traum-- ehem, garbage disposal*.
Anyways, this is my 5th entry to Humans Are Space Orcs! For today's human documentary, we're going to talk about what adult Terrans can and will do to you if you touch their young, family, close friends, pets, or special mementos given to them by a special someone (which doesn't have to be from a dead anybody or a romantic somebody). We all know people wouldn't hesitate to throw hands just to keep their people or stuff safe.
So, let's refer to my list, cuz it's easier to do lol. Again, I've used movies, series, podcasts, and a writer's angst-filled mind to type this. Should I warn the rest of you for further reading? I guess I should (I was so used to reading things without the warning that I'm sometimes confused of the TW tag on some stuff lol).
TW: Gore, violence, theoretical bodily harm even though I censored most of it, death, stabby people, bullying, the insanity train.
Kill the threat. Bit of an extreme one for the first thing to pop in my head, yes? But it is true. Wars were waged for lesser things. See this news article for one example: "Mom fatally shot home intruder to defend kids, she says". This one was published on August 18, 2022. In 2012, cuz I'm too lazy to search recent ones, there's another news articles featuring the same thing but focuses on a mother shooting an intruder to protect her 3-month-old baby. In 2015, an 11-year-old boy also shot an intruder trying to defend his 4-year-old sister from possible harm. I could go on and on about this but in countries where guns are not accessible, the next possible thing to use in defense would've been something sturdy and blunt or something extremely sharp. Actually, if we were in a time wherein tribes or kingdoms exist instead of cities, I can surely say that killing their young would definitely put you and your family in said people's sh*t list.
Fight the threat. Whether is be physically punching them on the face of the place where the sun doesn't shine, nobody cares as long as the deed of letting them know their place is done. Exhibit A that a lot of us know would be bullies ganging up on a younger sibling in school. We know that younger sibling are the proverbial pain in the *ss of older siblings. It's a love-hate relationship between them. But it's also an unsaid rule that only the older siblings can threaten or push around younger siblings. Anyone else touching them aside from the close family ties should be prepared to taste someone's fist. Or feet. Or the pavement. You get the gist of it. Though as long as the child in question can take care of the bullying on their own (which I did in my experience) then the parents or older sibling would gladly back off until the time they notice that things are going too far. Though, sadly, some kids prefer not to talk about their problems which leads to behavioral issues in the future, sorta trying to get attention from their elders but in a negative way.
Threaten the threat. I see this as the tamer version of protection actually lol. I don't know about other countries but in my country, the smart kids in school can threaten your life as a student. We have the usual bling-bling kids with the money and huzzah but they don't last long in the face of being a social pariah at school. They can throw money all they want but the smart kids wouldn't be threatened at all cuz they hold the key to higher GPA. Even the teachers complain about them nerds but action speaks loud and their compilation of evidence speaks louder lol. You'd be lucky if the nerd assigned to you has the patience of a saint cuz if not... well, I've had to stop fights from breaking out from simple arguments. Not just in school though. If you've got connection in higher places then that could also be a way to threaten someone (it does happen in real life so it isn't far-fetched). Though it is more effective to threaten the threat if you're in the same place as them. Another thing would be holding blackmail on said person (though that only works if they're not an immediate threat). If you have enough social influence, well, you can destroy their entire life without touching them even once.
Torture the threat. A friend says I'm too kind for ending their lives easily. Well, watching too many action and horror films prepared me for this part lol. I don't know which one would be done but interrogators have done the worst to get information from their victim. Too gory for this though and I don't know how many kids or emotional teens are in here so I have to censor a ton of the juicy details. Let's say it would be a bit similar to Saw, Jigsaw, and war interrogations. Chemicals, acids, peeled skin, salt, knives, and hammers might also be in place. Just know that it would be a bloody, unforgiving event that would take place in that particular room with that unfortunate victim.
Play the long game. Another said killing them quickly was... well... too quick XD. This one centers heavily on having money and patience. Know who the threat is, where they live, who they interact with, and what makes them tick. For this to work, you need to give up who you were before and settle on anonymity. This is... a bit more drastic than torture but works well if you have too much hate in your chest or the deed done was something you can never forgive. It's more on watching them physically suffer with their injury or doing the threatening on their family (gets messy very fast), but since this threat had amassed A LOT of enemies, they won't exactly know who did the evil deed on them. Shoot them on their legs, feet, and shoulder. Their spine if you're a good shot and know where to hit. Places that aren't close to their vital organs but would render them disabled. You'll let them live, but it will be a life of pain and agony.
Talk to the threat. The most peaceful type and probably the most boring out of this chaotic list > v <. This should be the first thing we do and not escalate to violence if some of us can help it. Again, your patience and wit will be tested here. If your threat is minor (like another child), then talking to their guardian would help with keeping the problem from going through a rollercoaster ride. Sometimes that doesn't work and the problem turns into an adult fight.
In summary, you have 2 kinds of Terrans. One would shoot before asking; the other would talk before shooting. Which is why you should never step on this particular deathworld if you were thinking about making Terran slaves or using our young in experimentation. We haven't given chase on aliens yet. Don't make yourselves the first intergalactic specie the Terrans would obliterate.
Meanwhile in a fast approaching spacecraft...
This alien reading this How To Deal With Terrans manual : Why did we want to go to this deathworld again?
Another alien turning yellow from anxiety : To befriend them and learn about the resident Terrans?
Yet another alien wilting as they feel faint from the information : Oh, thank the stars we won't be terrorizing them.
The alien commander whose frills are flaring in alarm as they read through the unredacted version of the manual : They will torture and skin us for taking their young and their pets?!
This particular scientist whose skins are changing colors in excitement : See? I told you their famous quote of "If predator not friend, why friend shape?" also applies to them!
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Help. - Pt3
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if you've made it so far thank you IVE FINALLY FINISHED IT YESSS and dw i've got a new fic drafted just lazy to type it out um-
Marauders Ă DiD!Reader finally accepting "help".
Warning: messy i think, srry
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Y/n woke up to James cuddling her, Remus hugging from behind, and Sirius who was in dog-form lying comfortably on top of all of them.
The sight made her lips curl into a smile.
James stirred from his sleep first, giving himself a good stretch. âMorningâŚâ
At once the cuddle pile collapsed, doggy Sirius falling off with a âthudâ. He groaned loudly from the fall, ultimately waking Remus too.
âThatâs one way to wake upâŚâ Sirius was back as a human, climbing into his own bed to continue his slumber.
Y/n giggled, âMorning!â
âSomeoneâs in a good mood,â said Remus, burying himself deeper into the reversed cuddle.
âWho?â
âYou,â James chuckled, getting out of bed. He gave Y/n an affectionate pat on the head, âIâm going to fly some laps in the pitch. Anyone wanna come with?â
Remus shook his head, âIâll stay with Sirius.â
If there was one thing they all knew about Sirius, it would be how he hated being left alone. But since Remus volunteered to stayâŚâŚ
âIâll come,â Y/n said merrily, dragging herself out of bed.
âHave fun.â
~
Y/n and James walked out to the pitch, brooms in hand.
âDonât wait for me, yeah? I donât think I might be able to keep upâŚâ
James chuckled, âIf you insist.â
The breeze that whipped her hair and the adrenaline from unspokenly racing James while trying not to throw herself off her broom at turns was enough for Y/n to question why she didnât play quidditch in the first place. Hold onâ
Since when did she even like flying?
Hmm⌠A phase maybe.
âWhew. We should do that more often. Youâre damn fast, love.â
She flushed red, catching her breath. âI didnât know I could fly that fast either.â
âYou can do more than you give yourself credit toâŚâ James grinned proudly, âLetâs work on boosting that self confidence of yours a little, yeah?â
Y/n nodded, smiling.
~
âBack already?â
âWho knew racing 50 laps with our bunny would speed things up,â James beamed. âWhereâs Pads?â
âFifty laps??â Y/n thought they did only tenâ twenty even at maxâŚ
âSirius is showering,â Remus put down his book and passed the sweaty pair a bottle of water each.
âThanks Moons.â
Y/n sat at the desk and James on the floor, both waiting for their turn to shower.
Fifty. Whole. Laps.
Really? Maybe thatâs why her body felt post-workout kind of numbâŚ
But I donât remember doing fifty lapsâŚâŚ
âBunny, you good?â James spoke again. âYouâre awfully quiet.â
Maybe Iâm overthinking this. I was probably caught up in the whole thrill of it⌠Yeahâ
âY/n?â
The toilet door opened, Sirius emerging from it. âThought I heard voices.â
âMorning Siri,â Y/n perked up.Â
James stood and stretched, cracking his back. âYou want to shower first, love? I don't mind,â he said.Â
âOkay.âÂ
After Y/n entered the bathroom and water noises could be heard, Remus was the first to speak up leaving his book unattended.Â
âShe doesn't usually zone out like that does she?âÂ
Sirius slung his towel on the chair before sitting down next to Remus.Â
âSheâs been zoning out more often lately,â he said. âWhy? Did something happen?âÂ
âY/n only used to do it when her anxiety took overâŚâ James mumbled.Â
Remus sighed, âShould we say something? Last night's event was enough of a scareâŚâÂ
âYouââÂ
Sirius cut James off, âI told him. What happened when I was in the shower? âN-Nothing big, our bunny just zoned out really badly, said James. âBut it's concerning you know?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âShould weââÂ
âTalk to her?âÂ
âY-Yeahââ
The bathroom door opened. âTalk to me about what?âÂ
âY/n!ââ James leapt to his feet. âRight on cue.âÂ
He was the best at improv in tight situations, âPads, Moons and I want to address an elephant in the room if that's okay with you.âÂ
Remus looked at James gratefully.Â
âE-Elephant in the room?â Y/n scratched her head. âI-If you're talking about last n-night I really don't know howâ whatââÂ
âThat's somewhat the point though love,â said Sirius. âDon't you think it's getting a little out of hand?âÂ
âDon't take it the wrong way bunny,â Remus added. âBut maybe it's time we get medical help?âÂ
âM-Medical help?âÂ
No, no, no⌠Is there something wrong with me? I d-didn't do anything bad, did I?Â
Y/n took a step back, shaking a little. âN-No doctorsâŚâÂ
Jamesâ brow furrowed, âWhy? Not even Madam Pomfrey?âÂ
âI- Wh-What is wr-wrong with me? Wh-Why do I need to see a d-doctor?âÂ
Sirius flinched, as if he had realised something crucial.Â
âBunnyâŚâ He got up and walked over to her. âWhat would your guardians tell you whenever you got sick and needed a doctor?âÂ
âUhââ She stuttered, âTh-Theyâd say the d-doctor was to fix b-broken children⌠Th-The ones that were naughty and f-fell illâ The kids that had s-something wrong with themâŚâŚâÂ
Remus too saw where this was headed and stood up. âThat's not what doctors are for, love.âÂ
âTh-They're not?âÂ
âNo,â James broke into a small smile. âDoctors help identify if your bodyâand sometimes mindâare healthy or not.Â
âMhm. And they help you get better if it isn't,â Remus grinned.Â
Sirius pulled Y/n into a tight hug, âI get where you're coming from bunny. My brother is terrified of doctors thanks to Mother. The way we were raised affects us as we grow and as for our current predicamentâ Moons, Prongs and I agree that we should seek professional help.âÂ
Y/n was still in denial, âBut I'm not sickâŚ?âÂ
~
Y/n was really grateful for James, Remus and Sirius. Their little back and forth debate lasted hours though, the three trying their best to convince Y/n that something really was off.
But Y/n had to admit that if these pesky marauders weren't there to support her, she wouldâve ended up in a whole other rabbit hole filled with denial and self doubt.Â
They had eventually gotten her to seek professional opinion and looking back at it now Y/n realised that without their constant care and persuasion, she would be a complete messâŚâŚ It was because of Sirius, Remus and James that Y/n could finallyâwithout fear nor shameâ get help.
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The Eddie Munson Guide to Dating an Oblivious Jock Part 5
This a short one because technically this is the end of the guide, but there is an appendix and an afterword with Lucas and Max. Which I will put out tomorrow. Thank you for all the support for this fun little story that got completely out of hand, but that I loved doing. Thanks again to @artiststarme for suggesting this. I hope you enjoyed it.
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Step Eight: Kissing
âWhoa, whoa!â Max said. âWeâre already at kissing?â
Eddie grinned. âI donât mean on the lips. Weâll get to that.â
âWhat kind of kisses are we talking about then?â
The final step to bagging your jock is kissing. But by this I mean on the cheek, the forehead, top of the head, the hand. Weâre talking flirty kisses. And then you build up to neck kisses and lips. And even lip kisses have different categories.
âFuck,â Max said rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. âI didnât realize it could be so confusing.â
âDonât worry,â Eddie said, âIâll break it down so that you understand.â
There are gentle good morning kisses, quick hello pecks, lazy warm kisses, heat searing could lead to something else type kisses.
âOh. I get it now,â Max said. âNot all kisses are the same.â
âAnd you get to decide if itâs going too far,â Eddie said. âYou can say no at any time. But also so can he. So if he says wait, stop, or no. Or even any of the variations therein stop. And if he doesnât stop when you tell him to, break his knee.â
âEddie...â she whined.
âI mean it,â Eddie growled. âConsent is hella important. I donât care who it is.â
Max rolled her eyes. âThatâs not what the movies and TV and books say.â
âThen youâre consuming the wrong kind of media, kid,â Eddie said. âBecause yeah, you are going to get those kind of things in everything, but youâll also find some good stuff. Usually written by women, unfortunately.â
She nodded.
Eddie started ramping up his affections by kissing Steve on the cheek when they said goodbye. Which always leaves him blushing and stammering.
And then he began kissing Steveâs hand hello which got the best reaction in Eddieâs humble opinion. A deep blush, the ducking of his head and cute drawn out cry of âEddie!â
âThe first time I saw that one,â Max said, âI didnât know humans could even turn that color of red.â
Eddie laughed. âI know, right? That was also when our idiot friends picked up on the fact I was hitting on Steve.â
âI still canât figure out how they missed all the signs up this point,â she said rolling her eyes. âLike I get Steve and Lucas. We love their obliviousness. Itâs part of their charm. But how did our so-called genius friends miss you literally plastering yourself all over our baby-sitter.â
Eddie laughed. âOne of the great mysteries of the world.â
Steve was curled up under Eddieâs arm on Eddieâs sofa for their weekly movie night.
âYou okay there, beautiful,â Eddie murmured.
âI think I feel a migraine coming on,â Steve admitted softly.
Eddie kissed the top of his head. âIâll be right back, sweetheart.â
Steve sat up after a bit struggling and Eddie helping him. Eddie went to the bathroom and got the extra strength pain killers he kept on hand for just such an occasion. He got a water bottle out of the fridge and made his way back to Steve.
He stopped at the entrance to front room. Steve was struggling to stay up right, his eyes were closed and pinched. He kept trying to smooth them out but the pain would get too much and he would furrow his brow again.
âHey, hey,â Eddie murmured, as he knelt in front of him. âLetâs get you to bed. Can you stand, sweetheart?â
Steve nodded and Eddie helped him to his feet. Steve wobbled a bit, but was able to stand on his own.
Eddie led the way to the bedroom where he put Steve to bed. It was a testament to how bad Steve was already that the boy didnât protest.
Eddie gave him the medicine and the water. Steve downed most of the bottle before Eddie took it from him and bullied him under the covers. He got up to leave Steve to his rest, when Steve grabbed his wrist.
âDonât go,â he murmured. âPlease stay.â
Eddie smiled softly. âWhatever you need, beautiful.â
He crawled into bed from the other side and curled up next him. He pressed a kiss to Steveâs poor belabored head. âIâm here.â
âOkay,â Max said. âI understand better. Kissing doesnât have mean attraction it can mean affection, too.â
âExactly,â Eddie said. âCouldnât have said it better myself.â
âSo when was your first kiss?â she asked.
âWhen he woke up actually,â he admitted shyly.
Her eyes went wide. âSeriously?â
He nodded.
When Steve woke up the room was dark and the gentle light of the moon peaked through the curtains. The pain in his head was almost gone and he was wrapped in Eddieâs arms.
âHey,â Eddie murmured, âyou feeling any better?â
Steve rotated in Eddieâs arms so that were face to face. âYeah, thanks to you.â
Eddie pulled him close. âYou could have said you had a migraine, I would have postponed.â
Steve shook his head. âI didnât start to get one until we were half through. Besides, I like it here. Remember? Itâs homey.â
âSafe, you said,â Eddie replied, rubbing his nose up and down Steveâs.
âYeah,â he murmured. âI would rather be here with a migraine then at home.â
Eddie smiled. âI would have come and taken care of you, darlinâ.â
Steve breath caught in his chest. âYouâre so good to me.â He brought his hand up to Eddieâs cheek. âIâm not reading this wrong, am I?â
âNo, sweetheart.â
Steve pressed forward, slotting their lips together. Eddie melted into the kiss and he could feel Steve do the same.
âI love you, Stevie,â Eddie said once they had parted.
Steve looked into his eyes with such adoration that Eddie was sure he had taken psychic damage.
âI love you so much, Eds,â he whispered back.
Eddie sat up and gently tapped Steveâs forehead. âLetâs go get you something to eat.â
Steve groaned. âOh I donât think Iâm up for eating.â He held his stomach dramatically.
âYou need to eat something, sweetheart,â Eddie said soothingly. âIâll find you something that is easy on your tum tum.â
Steve sighed. âYeah, okay. I trust you.â
âHoly hell,â Max said. âThat was even more sickeningly sweet then I imaged.
Eddie laughed. âIt what I was going for, you know? The sweetness of it. Because thatâs what Steve needs. Someone to be sweet to him. Robin is fantastic but we both know that when her and Steve get together they try and out sass each other.â
âAnd the rest of us are hormonal little shits,â Max agreed with a grin that split her face.
Eddie smiled fondly. âThatâs certainly true. Well, except the older kids, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle. But they can be affectionate with Steve, Argyle especially, but they arenât soft.â
âAnd Steve needs all the softness in the world,â Max said. âIs there anything else? I mean at this point youâve bagged the jock. He is yours. What else can there be?â
Part 6
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PeepHole Ch2: Disturbances
Masterpost Ch.2 - Ch.3 Pairing: Dylan Matthews x Fem Oc
Rating: 18+ (mdni)
Genre: Neighbors/Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Slow-burn
Summary: First impressions are always important, luckily Amoya didn't fuck her's up...right?
Words: 1.4k
Warnings: (This story takes place in 2024) Mental illness (anxiety, OCD), Language, Age gap (5 years), nothing really happens in this chapter.
Status: Unedited
Authors Note: I am so sorry, this took forever to come out, it's not even a long chapter. There happened to be a lot of shit wanting to happen as I was trying to finish this chapter, so things got pushed back. I will try my best to not be so lazy and get shit written and posted in a timely manner, but for now, here is the second chapter, I hope you enjoy
"Hello?"
You silently cursed yourself for waking up your neighbor at six in the morning. You step to the side to apologize profusely. Looking up from the floor your eyes trail up seeing black socks, grey sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt, finally reaching his face to see round glasses and messy hair.
'He looks familiar'
"I am so sorry I didn't mean to wake you I just tripped and this thing is really heavy, I hope I didn't damage your door, I'm sorry if I did and I'm sorry for waking you again." You spewed out
Dylans POV- Tuesday, February 27, 2024 Time: 5:57AM In a deep sleep, Dylan rolled onto his side, dreaming of himself as a best-selling author. He signed books for his fans, gave speeches about how his book was several years in the making, and how happy he was that his fans stayed long enough to see it finished.
-thump!-
Dylan jolted up from his sleep, looking around his room, thinking maybe someone was trying to break in,
"The fuck?" He sits up straight letting his eyes adjust to the dark and looks around the room, not seeing anything.
Or maybe it was in his head. Laying his head back onto his pillow, he closed his eyes slowly falling back to sleep.
-thump!-
Dylan's eyes shoot back open, grabbing his glasses from beside his bed and turning on his side lamp, he looks around his room. Getting out of bed and exiting his room, he quickly and quietly searches around his apartment. Not seeing anything out of order, he silently steps to his front door to look out the peephole. Seeing what looked like a large wall instead of the door that faced his, he also saw fingers wrapped around the side facing him. Letting out a sigh he opens the door
"Hello?" placing his right hand on the door frame and holding the door open with his left, waiting for a reply from the person who woke him from his dream.
Dylan wasn't really the type to get all flustered over a pretty girl, he'd acknowledge a good-looking face but then move on. But he couldn't help himself, you were gorgeous, he almost forgot why he was standing there in the first place until he heard your voice.
"I am so sorry I didn't mean to wake you I just- I tripped and this thing is really heavy, I didn't damage your door- I hope I didn't, I'm sorry if I did and I'm sorry for waking you again." You spewed out, fumbling over your words.
Why did he think that was kind of cute? He's gonna blame it on the fact that he just woke up and is still delirious, he didn't notice how your eyes slowly dragged up his body before, too busy dragging his own eyes over your body. When his eyes finally met yours the first thing he thought of was a siren, not one of those magical mermaids, but a siren, the ones who sing to sailors and drag them to their deaths and eat away at their drowned bodies. He's not going to lie to himself, he definitely thinks it's sexy, your eyes included. If he wasn't supposed to formulate a response to you he'd just keep staring, but he's been staring for too long.
"Ahem- You're fine- it's fine, you're good. Are you ok, that was pretty loud, did you hurt yourself?" If he could slap himself right now he would for sounding so stupid. -End of Dylan's POV
"I'm good, just hit my head a little, again I'm really sorry. You can go back to sleep, I'll be sure to not disturb you anymore." You apologize again, feeling like you probably ruined his routine.
'He really does look familiar'
-click-
You hear your own door open this time, turning to see your mom step out with a worried look on her face until she notices you standing away from her.
"O moj BoĹže, What is taking so long? Why are you just standing there?" Your mom steps out of your apartment, finally noticing the tall man standing in front of you. (Translation: oh my god)
"Sorry Mama, I tripped and woke him up, the thing is so damn heavy I dropped it twice." You motion to the man standing in front of you finally breaking eye contact with him
You hold onto the bed frame, bracing your shoulder against the side of it and sliding it down a little so it isn't blocking your door anymore.
"Oh we're sorry, please go back to bed we'll be sure to not bother you anymore." Your mom apologized for again you as she looked up at the man.
"Yeah- no it's ok, I wasn't even sleep. I- Do you guys need help?" He lied. He was asleep, having a nice dream too.
"Nonono- you don't have to do that we can figure it out ourselves, please don't let me bother you anymore." You look back up at him, giving him a small smile before turning to your mother.
"Amoya, maybe let the man help. My back is killing me anyway." Your mother looks back at the man smiling up at him. "I strained my back bringing these boxes up here, you wouldn't mind helping my daughter bring this one thing in would you"
Stepping next to you, your mom sly whispers to you. "He's cute" Sighing to yourself, you pinch the bridge of your nose
"No no, not at all." Dylan steps up grabbing onto the headboard. "It's just this right?"
You nod your head as you step to the other end to help him carry it inside as your mom holds the door open "Thank you, again I'm so sorry for waking you up."
You know you're apologizing a lot but you can't help it, you feel like an idiot.
"And again it's fine really." Noticing you stepping to the other end of the headboard "I got it, just hold the door for me, yeah?" Crouching down Dylan lifts the headboard from the middle letting it lean against his chest
'I- oh ok" You step back letting him carry it, stepping next to your mom you hold the door open, your mom stepping inside and out of the way.
Turning to the side Dylan steps into the apartment
"Second door to the left, you can set it against the wall" your mom instructs watching him effortlessly walk to the room. You follow closely behind.
Setting the headboard against the wall. Dylan stands up straight with a huff pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. You stood at the doorway, unintentionally gawking.
"Is there anything else I can help with" Turning to you, he takes a few steps toward you looking down at you.
"I- uh- no no, that's it. Please don't let me keep you any longer." Snapping out of your daze and breaking eye contact, you take a step back and to the side getting out of his way. âIâll be sure to pay you back sometime soonâ
Dylan nods with a smile stepping out of your room to the front door, your mother not far from it smiling to herself. Getting closer
âIâve definitely seen his face beforeâ
You trail behind as he approaches the front door âIâm Dylan by the way, forgot to introduce myselfâ he spins around before stepping out of your apartment.
âThe nameâs familiar tooâ
âAmoya, Iâm Amoya.â You replied back meeting him at the door âI wonât apologize again cuz Iâm sure itâs annoying but I promise I will pay you back.â Your mom steps next to you placing a hand on your shoulder
âYou should let her cook for you sometime, you two could get acquainted with each otherâ Nudging you slightly she smiles back at Dylan pleased with her suggestion
âIâll keep that in mind when thinking of my payment, Iâll uh- Iâll go now thenâ Stepping back to into the hall he gives a small wave before turning to his own apartment and steps inside.
You shut the door after seeing him shut his, turning to your mother who simply smiles back at you playing innocent as she walks into your living room. Sitting on a folded chair you had brought with you, she crosses her legs giving you a look you know well enough.
âIâve already ruined my first introduction and apologized profusely like a babe who just stole some candyâ You already knew what she was thinking; you usually do.
âI didnât say anything Ini, Znam da misliĹĄ da je sladakâ She smiles slyly standing up and walking into the kitchen to unpack spices. (Translation: I know you think he's cute)
Walking back into your bedroom, ignoring your motherâs comment you enter your room to set up your bed.
prev. - Ch.2 - Ch.3
Authors Note: Again I am so sorry, this took forever to come out, I wish this chapter was longer to make up for the amount of time it took to be published. I hope I haven't pissed anyone off, and that people are still interested in this story. I genuinely want to write this story, my life just gets really hectic sometimes and I lose the motivation. If you are reading this, Thank you for coming back, or if you weren't here when I uploaded the first chapter. Hi, thanks for checking this story out. This is nowhere near done which scares me a little, but fingers crossed it doesn't take me a lifetime to finish.
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hi mod amia!! i hope ur taking care of urself <33 could i req shiho, honami and toya with a reader whos like wxs luka?
hii!! i am, hope u are too !! and sure !! hope u like this !! <3
⥠SLEEPY SMILES - Shiho Hinomori, Honami Mochizuki and Toya Aoyagi x Reader
Shiho:
Shiho doesn't usually like lazy people, but she definitely makes an exception for you
Even if you're asleep more often than not, she appreciates how you still try to look out for people and help them smile
She tries to not let her soft spot show too often, but if you ask to rest your head on her shoulder while you sleep? She's so weak for you and agrees immediately
She's definitely the type of person to aggressively hold her finger to her lips if anyone walks by and almost wakes you up. Sometimes her movements wake you up on accident
"...Yeah, you fell asleep again. Do I mind you leaning on me...? No, go back to sleep." Her face will be red <3
Honami:
Honami will be more worried than anything about your constant sleeping
She appreciates how you still try to make people smile, even if you always seem so sleepy yourself
She'll be the first person to offer to take you to a comfortable place to fall asleep, like her couch. Although, she won't mind if you want to lean against her!
She gets very worried that you're not sleeping enough, so she'll always gently shush people if they get too loud around your sleeping self. She won't be aggressive because she can't bring herself to be
"...Oh, did you wake up? Good morning! Do you want to rest some more? Or I could make you some food!"
Toya:
Toya doesn't really mind that you sleep all the time, he'll support your sleepy ways
Your ability to make people smile always made him smile, he appreciated the warmth you brought to everyone
If he stumbles across you asleep, he'll usually just move you around somewhere you're more comfortable. He definitely doesn't mind you using him as a pillow
"Ah, are you awake? Here, take my hoodie, you can use it as a pillow...Or me, if you prefer."
He usually leaves you to do your own thing when you sleep, only shushing people if they get way too loud or close to disturbing you. He usually ends up tucking you by his side and keeping his hoodie around you
#project sekai x reader#pjsk x reader#shiho hinomori x reader#hinomori shiho x reader#honami mochizuki x reader#mochizuki honami x reader#toya aoyagi x reader#aoyagi toya x reader
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Ok I really really want to talk about s5 ep3 because of Aliceâs part in it.
This might just be a bunch of rambling but I need need need to talk about this (I may delete it later lmao)
So Iâve been pretty blunt about this before, I do not like Alice. Sheâs not my type of character, and I just couldnât grow to like her.
A lot of this is due to just, the way she treats other peoples issues? Just as some quick examples, and these are both in season 3 so I understand post Niffin relearning human emotion blah blah blah but-
Sheâs talking to Fen, who has just learned that her BABY DIED during childbirth, and is trying to grieve. While comforting Fen, she compares the experience of losing a child to her⌠not having as much knowledge about magic anymore? And understandably Alice post Niffin is struggling with that, but still a WILDLY insensitive thing to say in the moment
And also, when talking to Julia about her goddess powers, she says it doesnât matter that the seed of power came from Reynard, her rapist, with zero consideration for how Julia might feel in that situation.
And as I said, these examples could both be attributed to her struggling with sympathy and empathy post Niffin, but this happens in season 1 too!!! After they use the emotion bottles for the first time, she says to Quentin that they should try battle magic without them, and he says that heâs sure she could, but for the rest of them this is the best they can do.
Which is true! Both in the books and show Alice is known to be more adept at magic than any of the rest of them. She cannot understand that the others simply canât do the same things she can, and seems to judge them for it like theyâre lazy or incompetent.
Time and time again she does things like this, refusing to show any sympathy for anyoneâs circumstances and it is tiring. And then, Quentin dies.
And suddenly theyâre all dealing with the same grief.
But even then, it seems like she feels that sheâs more entitled to grieve, because they were romantically involved. Like that somehow means more than friendship.
And then we have the scene on the mountain, where Eliot blurts out that they were more than friends. And for the first time, sheâs understanding. She doesnât try to belittle their experience together, or act like hers somehow meant more. She just listens. She reassures Eliot even, that Quentin did love him, that she knows he did. That that didnât take away from her.
Personally it was just so⌠refreshing? To see her act like this. To just actually be understanding. And god knows Eliotâs had a rough ride, so it was nice to see him not have things thrown back in his face for once.
I donât know. I think the conversation is beautiful in general but moreover shows so much growth and character development from Alice in all these subtle little waysâŚ
I hate s5 just as much as the next guy, but that scene is beautiful and I love it.
#cw major character death#the magicians#fixated-on-magicians#the magicians s5#Alice Quinn#Eliot Waugh#Julia wicker#the magicians fen#cw child death#cw rap3
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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!
NAME: Navina! However, people call me by different nicknames and alias/es, such as Navi, Nav, menace (/aff), and even by my anon alias, â¨!
PRONOUNS:Â they/them!
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:Â tumblr asks & dms, but if we're friends/mutuals and we can vibe, then discord <3
NAME OF MUSE(s): main muses are albedo, kaedehara kazuha, alice! The rest that arent my mains are on my carrd, which you can check because Im too lazy to list them all out
BEST EXPERIENCE: personally, I think my best has been w/ meeting new people and discovering what they like from our muse dynamics. I absolutely love talking abt how they may act and how, in certain verse/s and plot points, their relationship develops. I have a particular fondness for those who are doomed by narratives to only say "fuck you" and REWRITE the damn thing themselves... or just be tragic for the sake of the majority <3
RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS:
- no communication. I refuse to tolerate people who can't communicate how they feel with me, especially if I did something they don't like. got an issue? talk to me! I promise you, I will be more supportive and willing than me finding out you talked shit about my style, muses, or me in general.
- acting/proclaiming we're exclusives WITHOUT my prior knowledge NOR consent. I personally am not interested in being exclusive with people unless we're genuinely close friends (and there's chemistry for our muses to the point I can see it), and even then, I would prefer if we talked about it and we're both FINE with the idea. However, if you say that I'm ONLY allowed to speak/interact with your muse and NO ONE ELSE'S? That's a hard block. This is an auto block if we are not mutuals and you proclaim I am exclusive with your muse.
- romanticizing dark themes and/or glorifying it. Enough said. I have some issues that I refuse to talk about and I am also sensitive with certain topics, and I refuse to glorify anything that can be considered dark. I may tackle on it sometimes (be it by muses, myself, etc.), but if you romanticize or glorify themes like sexual assault/harassment, incest, and the sort? Instant deal breaker. "Don't speak to me again" type of deal breaker. Don't test my patience. (bonus is if you try to defend it. You will be blocked the moment you try, so don't bother.)
MUSE PREFERENCES: characters that have genuine potential and dynamic where you can just see how fucked they can be, how you can make each other worse, how they can be each others' star-crossed lovers and forever in tragedy. They can literally be the most normal couple to exist or something, just so as long there's chemistry & where we can channel our inner conflict together for them to conquer! (Bonus points if they're ALSO a doomed by the narrative character. dw bestie, we'll redeem them ourselves...... after they go through hell and back ofc LMAO)
PLOTS OR MEMES:Â BOTH AND I'LL DIE ON THIS HILL. Listen, plots fit a LOT for me because then, we can plan out how our characters may act + make it easier. It's also long-term for me, esp for ships and muses I'm interested depending on the fandom. Memes, however, are good pick me ups because I will send them en masse. Woe, meme be upon ye, y'know?
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Ok, both (for my rp partners), BUT not 1 sentence short. Please add depth. If you need the minimum, 3 to 5 sentences is good! Just go wild! I personally write a lot because ranting abt things have me hyped, so expect like. maybe? 3 paras? probably 4 or 5? Just medium length rlly, but if I am EXTREMELY hyperfixated on a verse/muse/plot/dynamic...... yeah gl LMAOOOOO
BEST TIME TO WRITE:Â goddamn, it's when my brain can focus. it can be late as fuck and I would be too into writing to sleep, and sometimes, its IN THE MORNING. LIKE. HELLO? so yeah what's time actually. (/silly)
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):Â In my personal opinion? Not really (esp not Albedo lmao??) but. apparently my friends think. that I do?? honestly ask thea and a few of my mutuals, they'll answer this better than I can tbh
TAGGED BY STOLEN FROM: @glacialswordsman & @poswiecenia (lmao hi I live in ur notif walls <3) TAGGING: @vagrantshiraeth ; @amemoire ; @constarellations @lorendiel ; @livingakasha ; @bloodied-bets ; @ anyone else (hi I will live in ur walls soon, move over /j)
#written by navina... âĄ#;; tbh i should've done this prior but my silly self FORGOT and.#;; sighs.#;; its ok its better late than nothing <3#;; anyways if you did this alr then dw abt it. just expect me to casually lurk in ur walls. maybe.#;; i'll pay rent dw
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