#which made me realize the first ask was genuine and not in a joking tone gvbhb

[fauchart]

U r dead frog

Merde alors, une menace !

For real though, I appreciate you getting second thoughts and coming back to apologize, not everyone does that. No hard feelings :]

Although I'd be curious to know what prompted this? If you're willing, feel free to send me more anons explaining why the hostility at first - no judgement from me there, just open curiosity. Have a good one

[satorusugurugurl]

HOW WOULD SATORU/ SUGU / NANAMI/ CHOSO react ti reader being cheated on. My bf of 3 years just cheated on me w his dumbass coworker. And I want to die

Cheated

Summary: JJK men react to finding out you were cheated on!

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, FAB!Reader

Word Count: 6,285

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, confessions, consensual photos, oral sex (female receiving), bathtub sex, public sex, chair sex, hot damn

A/N: Hi Nonnie Im so sorry that happened to you, cheaters are the worst!! Ah, I love this trope. There's nothing like getting sweet revenge and having a sexy new boyfriend to go with it!

Gojo Satoru:

When Gojo’s phone starts buzzing with your ringtone, he answers it instantly, turning his back to the first years, who are bickering over where they want to go for dinner, on his dime. He steps away, holding the ear up to his phone with a gentle smile.

“This is Gojo; how can I make your every dream come true?” The line is silent before he can hear a slight sniffle on the other line. All of the humor and playfulness leave his tone as he steps into an alleyway to keep things a bit more private. “Sweetheart, hey, what’s wrong? Who do I need to teleport to the middle of the ocean?

“M-My cheating scumbag of a boyfriend.” You manage to get out in between hiccups. Satpru grits his teeth. He never liked the asshole, never in the entirety of your one-year relationship. “I-I was going to shop for some supplies for Yaga, l-like yarn and shit. And his coworker sent me a video of them fucking..”

“Where are you?” He asked, hurrying back to the group of first years, tossing Megumi his card. “I’m coming to meet you right now.”

After sending Gojo your location, you hung up the phone just as he teleported right in front of you, scaring the ever-loving shit out of you. “Jesus Toru, you sca—” His arms are around you in an instant, holding you tight against his chest. The sudden affection leaves you speechless, but the warmth of his body and the sweet, musky smell of him comfort your broken heart. Smelling him, feeling his warmth, had tears flowing down your cheeks. You hugged him back, arms wrapping tightly tightly around his waist.

“I always hated that dick; he was a total scumbag, sweetie," Satoru whispered gently, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “You don’t deserve to be treated the way he treats you. You deserve someone who’ll give you the world.”

“If you find anyone like that, let me know.”

“Well, you're sort of hugging him right now.”

You blinked, eyes going wide as you pulled back, looking at the blindfolded man. "Wh-wait, what?” He chuckled, one hand remaining on your waist while the other reached up, rubbing at his undercut nervously.

“I'd treat you like royalty, sweetheart. God, I've liked you for years now."

"Years!? How long are we talking?!"

"Since we were third year.”

"Third year? Toru, why didn't you wait so long to tell me?!”

"Because you were already dating Jerks, you didn't seem interested whenever I flirted. Do I gave up and decided to stick to being your friend?”

Thinking back to the times he flirted, he had been so boisterous, and in your head, you thought he was joking with you. When it turns out he genuinely wanted to go out with you. If you hadn’t been so dense all these years, you would’ve realized that you would’ve said yes to going out with him in a heartbeat.

“Oh my god, all this time, I thought you were just joking around! I’m such an idiot.”

“Don’t say that; I probably should’ve been more straightforward.”

Satoru gently squeezed your hand before you interlaced your fingers together. He was feeling your hand in his hand, which made his heart sore. His eyes glanced down, confirming what he felt was real, before his cheeks flushed a deep red.

“Is it too late to acknowledge your flirting?”

“For you? Never.” He began leading you out to the street as you pulled out your phone, deleting the message from your exes mistress. “Say ~ what do ya’ think about dishing out some cold, brutal revenge?”

“I would say I like the way you think.”

“You still have that Polaroid camera?”

The smell of sex is thick in the air as Gojo fucks into you from behind. You're gripping the sheets as he holds the Polaroid camera above him, snap-shotting the perfect back shots he’s giving you. The camera spits out the photo, and he snatches it, shaking it violently before looking down at it. He smirked, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking it, lifting you from the pillows.

“Look at this, fuck, you’re so pretty. I know we’re doing this for sweet, beautiful revenge, but I don’t know if I wanna show the world these pictures.” Hearing him being so possessive over you has you groaning and pleasure. “I think I want to keep these pictures all to myself, maybe take a couple with me so I have jerk-off material on missions.”

“Fuuuuck Toru!” you rock your hips and back against his hard cock that’s twitching inside your wet pussy. “Yeah, that them, keep them; I don’t want anyone else seeing me but you!”

The tone of your voice, the submissive words that leave your pretty fucking mouth, has Gojo pulling your hair harder as he keeps your head held up as he fucks into you harder. “Yeah, baby, do you want me to keep these pretty little pictures? Pretty pictures of you that my cock twitch and I’m still fucking inside you.” He pulls you up so you’re back is pressed firmly against his chest, both of you on your knees as he rams his cock into your g-spot.

“Gah! Fuck~oooh fuck Satoru~!” You reach a hand back, gripping the back of his head, pulling him down to your mouth so you can kiss the life out of him. “Yes~ yes~ keep them all~!”

“Mhmmmpm!” White eyebrows knit together as he kisses you back as hard as he can, lips bruising against yours, making them swell even more. “Fuck~ fuck sweetheart, you are so fucking hot.” He turns the camera so it’s facing the both of you and snaps a picture as he kisses your neck, nipping and sucking on it, marking you up so everyone will know you are his and he is yours.

The bed is covered, and Polaroid pictures depict your sexual debauchery over the last two hours. From you sucking him off to his head buried between your thighs, making you come so hard you experienced an out-of-body experience. The proof of your sexual encounter has your cunt throbbing, hugging his cock so hard it has him whining.

“Oh my god, you're so tight! Fuck!” Gojo’s jerking his hips up into you, hitting every spot that was a weak point for you. He’s a whimpering fucked up, pissy drunk off of you.”Nnngh baby~ baby sweetheart!” Hot breath fans against the crook of your neck as he nips at your skin.

“Toru! Toru! Oh my god! Ooooh, my fucking god, I'm going to cum! Oh fuck!”

“Oh please~ please cum on my cock~! Please! Fuck I wanted this for so long! God fuck!”

Satoru’s peace quickened as he slammed the head of his cock over and over into your g-spot. You squirt all over the bed and the polaroids that covered the sheets. Watching you come for the first time in real life and not in his fantasies had Gojo stealing his hips as his thick cum filled you. He weakly thrust in and out of your heat, leaking out with each time he slid out of you. He only stopped once he felt his balls unclench, and you both collapsed forward onto the bed.

“Oh my fuck.” Polaroid pictures moved across the bed under your conjoined heavy breathing. “Fuuuuck, I've dreamt about doing that for so long.” His lips pressed against your back with dozens of kisses, leaving you a giggling mess underneath him.

“Satoru~”

“Yeah, baby~?”

“Let’s go again.”

You could feel his softening cock twitch within your walls. “Again?” Satoru’s tone is thick as honey, excitement clear as day.

“Yeah~ we have ten years to make up for.”

You and Gojo made up for last time and then some, and while your ex never received any of the Polaroids you both took, he did receive the biggest fuck you when Gojo teleported all of his belongings into the Atlantic ocean. Dating the strongest sorcerer of the modern age came with several perks, a big dick, and scary dog privileges. As you lie in bed with him, you were never more grateful for receiving such a video of your ex cheating because you gained the best boyfriend in the entire world because of it.

Geto Suguru:

“I cannot wait to eat these cold soba noodles! It’s so hot outside. They’re gonna taste so good.” You looked up at your best friend as you exited the elevator. “Aren’t you excited, Suguru?”

“Ecstatic.”

“You know what would make these noodles taste ten times better? If my asshole boyfriend wasn’t at home.”

Suguru shook his head before heaving as you searched for your keys inside your purse. “I honestly don’t know why you won’t dump the dickhead.”

“Ya’ know, I’ve been asking myself the same question.” your asshole of a boyfriend had been blowing you off for weeks now. He complained about everything you do, and you were getting sick of it. “I should just dump him and date you instead!” your chicks burned as you stopped at him, a teasing smile over your lips.

When you met his eyes, you weren’t met with the soft grin he gave you whenever the two of you joked around. Instead, it was an earnest look; his eyes narrowed as he nodded before grabbing your shoulder and turning you to face him. Your mouth was suddenly very dry as he kept your cheek with his thumb.

“You should.”

“W-wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, I would treat you so much better than this asshole.”

You blink before opening your mouth to respond when a moan sounds from the other side of the door. That did not belong to your boyfriend. Suguru’s eyes were wide, his head jerking towards the door as you saw red. Flinging it, you rushed in, finding your boyfriend balls deep inside his coworker on your couch.

“You son of a bitch! That’s it. We are done!” Suguru gently took the bag of food from you, putting it on the counter, allowing you to throw your purse at your scumbag boyfriend. “Get out of my apartment!”

“Your apartment?” Your now ex-boyfriend asked as he and the bitch got dressed hastily. “Don't you mean our apartment? I live here, too!”

“Haha! Not any fucking more! I can't stand your ass!” You shriek, looking for something to throw at him. “You scumbag! God, you're both such terrible, horrible, nasty people! You deserve each other!” Having had enough of the conversation, you turned to storm out, and your ex scoffed smugly.

“Yeah?! Well, at least I have someone.”

That was it; you were going to jail. You turned to commit several crimes, but just before you could, Suguru stopped you. His lips crashed against yours. His lips moved feverishly against yours as he backed you up against the wall, slamming his hands on either side of your head. The initial shock of the unexpected knee-buckling kiss wears off, and you're like melted butter. You throw your arms around your best friend's neck, pulling him closer.

The fluidity of your kisses and moans would have had anyone assuming that you had done this countless times when, in fact, it was your first kiss. A kiss that was fueled by yes of pent-up desire. Suguru put everything into that kiss, ensuring you knew how he felt. You had never been kissed so passionately in your life. It was an array of tongues, the lingering taste of brown sugar milk tea, and pure lust. It made you want more, and for once in your life, you would be selfish.

You broke the kiss first, freeing yourself to stare at Suguru’s tan, flushed face as he panted roughly against your lips. A breathless giggle full of excitement and relief rose in your chest as Suguru kissed you again before turning to sneer at your ex while you trailed kisses down his neck.

“Ahhh~ fuck would you look at that.” His eyes rolled back as you nipped at his skin. “Looks like she does have someone~” Suguru picked you up by your thighs, lifting you to his hips. “Now, I’m going to give you ten seconds to get out of here before I start ducking my girl.”

“Why the fuck would I care?”

“Because I’m going to make her scream so loud you’re going to know what a real orgasm sounds like.”

“Suguru!” You squeak as he carries you to the kitchen table, tossing the placemats to the ground before laying you on top.

“W-What?! fuck you, Man-Bun. I’ve made her cum before!”

“Mhmm~” Suguru kisses down your neck, making you gasp. “Sure you did—just like this chick right who just sounded like some B-grade actress and a bad softcore porno.” His hands trail down your body, squeezing you gently.

You were so lost in the pleasure that you barely noticed the girl stuttering as she dressed. Your ex asks if she faked it as they hardly exited the apartment. The sound of shocked, angry yelling you in that she had faked it like you had done almost every time you had sex with him.

Suguru nipped at your collarbone before pulling back and looking at the door. “They’re gone.” He gasped as you yanked him back on top of you, kissing him deeply. The groan that left him as he rocked his hips against yours had your legs trembling in anticipation as you worked at his belt.

“So make me scream so loud they can hear it down the street.”

When you ask Geto to make you scream, he makes you cry. He fucked you on the table, his fat, thick cock, sliding in and out of your tight little hole, making you cum so hard you soaked his pants. Before he bends you over the couch and fuck you again, this time even harder, making you scream even louder. Before he dragged you into your bedroom, where he fucked you against the door.

The benefit of being one of the strongest sorcerers was that Geto had stamina. And even when his dick was limp and needed a break, his tongue did all the work for him. For a man’s curse technique was swallowing curses, he knew how to eat pussy like a champ.

“Oooh, what the fuck!?” You screamed as Geto Slid his tongue inside of your cunt, curling it expertly against your g-spot. “Wh-Whoa~! Fuck! Fuuuuuck me!”

Your hands dug into the dark raven strands of his hair, pulling on it roughly. Suguru growled, hands grabbing your hips and bringing you closer to his mouth. His nose rubbed up and down over your clit as he fucked you with his long tongue. Your upper body convulsed, shaking up and down as the pleasure rippled through every nerve in your body. Geto Suguru eats you out like you were his last meal on death row, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head.

“Mmmm~,” he hummed, “mmmhm~!” his eyebrows knitted and concentrated as he felt your sweet, tangy slick coating his tongue. he loved the way you tasted and how you withered against the bed as he pleased to deal with his mouth. He got off on getting you off. Tasting your dripping pussy, enough to have his sore dick rising to attention, ready for the fourth round of your insane sexual escapade.

“S-Sugu! Ooooh fuck yeah~ fuck oh my god!” Tugging his hair made him groan as you rocked against his nose. “Yes, yes!”

Suguru pulled back, panting like a madman; he used both hands, slamming back down against the mattress. “Stop—how can I enjoy my meal when you’re bucking against my face like that.” the sound of protest forms in the back of your throat., but Suguru is back between your legs, lapping at your wet folds. “By a good girl.” but being good was so hard when you were right on the edge of cumming. You wanted to know you needed it; you needed to cum all over his tongue.

“Plllease Sugu~! Please, I wanna cum~”

“Yeah, wanna cum all over my tongue, baby?”

“Yes! Please, please, I need it~!”

That single word had him melting. “Then,” he gripped your thighs, desperately flipping you both so you were straddling his face, “take what you need.” His tongue slid out of his mouth, resting flat against his chin.

Suguru had dreamed about you sitting on his face several times. He’d had countless a wet, wet dream about the scenario. For you to finally straddle his face and start humping his tongue while you played with your tits, Was almost enough to send him over the edge. Watching you use him, it was so fucking hot. You rocked and rolled your hips, fucking your face against his mouth as you gripped the sheets, grounding yourself as you fucking cummed all over his face.

The raven-haired man underneath you sucked all of your juices, willingly letting it fill his mouth as he groaned and whined at your taste. The taste alone, cock twitching once, then twice before a spurt of white-hot cum splattered against your back coding alone, cock twitching once, then twice before a spurt of cum hit your back. Feeling him cum untouched just from eating you out was enough to extend your orgasm, leaving you a trembling sloppy mess above him.

“Oooh fuck.” His voice muttered against your twitching pussy before you pulled back, laying down on his chest. “You are utterly insatiable. Do you know that?”

“Me? Good sir, you’re the one that just literally sucked the soul out of my pussy.”

“I’ve wanted to do it for so long I got excited.” his hands gently rubbed down the sides of your body. “You know, I’m not even sorry that we walked in on your ex cheating on you today.”

“Strangely, I couldn’t agree more with you.”

Suguru pushed her back out of your face, smiling as you nipped and kissed at his pecks. “The second I get the feeling back in my legs, I’m getting those soba noodles for us to eat in bed.”

“That sounds like heaven.”

“Mhmm, if you're here with me, it is.”

Nanami Kento:

Nanami stood outside your favorite restaurant, searching the sidewalk for any side of you. He was planning on treating you to a warm meal and a bottle of wine as a thank-you for your help on a recent mission together. You were running late and starting to wonder if you got caught up at the school before he could pull out his phone to call you; he heard you.

“Leave me alone!” you shrieked, running towards Nanami; while you’re moronic imbecile of a boyfriend was close behind.

“It was an accident, I swear!”

Without thinking, your best friend since high school rushed forward, and the second he saw tears flowing down your cheeks, he pulled you behind him, allowing him to face the man he knew as your boyfriend. Your hands gripped his suit jacket as your boyfriend tried to get around Nanami, but he would not allow him the chance.

“She has asked for you to leave her alone. Stop harassing her.” Nanami’s tone was cold and stern.

“Babe, it was an accident, I swear to God!”

You scoffed, your head around Nanami. “An accident?! you call fucking your coworker an accident?!” Nanami felt a vein pulse in his forehead; how could someone hurt you like that? “You expect me to believe that you accidentally tripped and your dick accidentally slid inside of her?!” when you rationally put it like your boyfriend didn’t know what to say.

“Babe, please—”

“No, we’re done. I will leave your shit in front of my door. Get the fuck away from me, delete my number, and never reach out to me again.”

“B-But—”

“You heard her. You should leave because you won’t like it if I get involved more than I already am.”

You watched your ex-boyfriend heading down the street, his head hung low. The instant he was out of sight, you pulled away from Nanami with a sigh. “Thank you, Kento.” a giant hand stroked some of your flyaways against your head.

“You're welcome. I know this question is foolish, but are you okay?”

“I'm fine—?” Now that you are away from your exes hustling, you can process your emotions. “I'm more angry than sad.”

“That's understandable and a very rational way to react.”

“It's been a long time. But—” A broken sigh left you, “him cheating on me was the final straw.”

Hearing you say your relationship was finished made Nanami happy. “Good, I never liked him. You deserve so much more than he was willing to give you..”

You smiled weekly, gripping at the sleeve of his jacket. “That's very sweet. Thank you, Kento. I’m sorry, but could we rain check on dinner? I need to go pack up his shit.” you released his jacket to head back towards your apartment. You weren’t able to step forward before Nanami grabbed your hand, preventing you from moving further.

“Let me help you take out the trash. We don’t need to go to a restaurant, but I can cook dinner.”

“Oh, you don't have to do that.”

“I know I don't, but I want to.”

Knowing Nanami, he wouldn’t take no for an answer, not when he knew how upset you were and that your heart had just been broken. You didn’t want to be alone. So that’s how you found yourself on the floor sipping wine as you ate the pasta Nanami had prepared. You both were having such a great time laughing and chatting with each other. No one would’ve guessed you had broken up with your boyfriend hours before.

Nanami Kento always made you happy. He was the best thing that happened to you in high school. You had a major crush on him, but he never seemed interested. That was a shame to you. Do anything to be with a genuinely great guy like him.

“Say, Ken,” You were leaning against his side. “If we’re both not married by the time we hit thirty. What do you say we just get married? We’re both good friends. I think it would be a good marriage part—”

“It’s so incredibly frustrating with how oblivious you are sometimes.”

His remark has you sitting up, turning to watch as he sips more wine. “I’m sorry, what?” the blonde snickers ran his hand through his hair.

“Have you ever stopped and asked yourself why I never liked your ex-boyfriends?” you’re too stunned to answer his question. “It’s because I like you, and I always have. It’s always been you.”

“Kento.”

“Seeing you in tears tonight being cheated on has me feeling a little more blunt.” His honesty has you breathing heavily as he puts his wine glass on the coffee table before he cups your face with both hands. “I don't want to wait until we’re thirty to be together. I want you now and forever.”

“N-Not like a one-night stand? This wouldn’t be a one-time thing?”

“No, this would be the beginning of a hopefully very long life together.”

There was no hesitation or second thoughts as you grabbed Kento’s face, kissing him hungry deeply. Your best friend hummed, pulling you onto his lap as his hands arrested on both of your hips, making you slowly rock against him. The sweet wine smell of his musk and plum made your head spin as you rocked faster. The pent-up desire finally allows you the courage to take what you want.

The sweet smell of your favorite bubble bath mix filled the air as water slowly spilled over the edge of the tub as you rocked up and down on Nanami’s cock. His head was tilted back as honey, brown eyes roamed over every inch of your bare, wet skin. A glow danced over your beautiful skin in the low flicker of candlelight, making you look like a goddess.

Nanami grunted, hissing through his teeth as his hands groped and gently massaged your breasts, his mouth coming up, latching onto one of your nipples. Your back arched as you gently guessed, leaning against him harder, pressing your breasts into his face, encouraging him to keep sucking. With each time you lifted your hips off his cock he’d suck the bud, and with each time you slammed yourself back down on him, he nibbled around your areola.

Although you have never been intimate, you move with a particular flow. You were like ice skaters who had been skating for decades. You knew each movement and how the other liked it. And perhaps that was because you had known each other for so long. You knew each other like the back of your hands. But there was something more between you. Something that was a more profound feeling, almost like the two of you were made for each other.

“Ah~ fuck honey.” Kento’s hot breath tickled your wet breasts. “Can I help you? Please, I want to be a little selfish.”

“Y-Yes Kento~ I want more! I need all of you.”

Sliding his hands off your breasts, Nanami reached down, grabbing your hips, holding them gently as he began thrusting up into you, slowly, sensually. The way his hips rocked into you was gentle, full of passion at the same time. The intensity of his slow thrusts had you gripping onto his broad, muscular shoulders for support as he began sliding down in time with his pace.

“You feel so good~I can't get enough of you.”

“Then consider me all yours.” You breathe out against his kiss, swollen lips. “Take me, Kento~ make me yours one million times over again.”

So that’s exactly what he did. Nanami pressed his lips firmly against yours, sighting his tongue into your mouth. You were both a tangled mess of limbs and tongues as you both fucked each other toward the edge of orgasmic pleasure. He moaned into your mouth, pulling away, resting his forehead against yours as he stared into your eyes.

“Look at me.” his voice was gruff and so deep. “Look at me when you cum on my cock.”

Gripping onto the blonde strands of hair on his head, he stared into his eyes as your walls were convulsing around him. “Kento~ Ken ~ ooooh fuck I'm cumming~ cum with me~!” he didn’t need to say anything for you to know that’s exactly what he did. Warmth spread through your body as he filled you, and you came together.

The intensity of the orgasm had you both shaking and trembling as if you were stuck in the snow. His lips move against yours, secret your hips with a satisfied snarl. “I could get used to this. Coming home to you, enjoying a hot meal and bathing together.” his hands gently groped your ass, squeezing it.

“Mmm~ As long as you’re cooking, I think we have a deal.”

“Mhmm, that’s fair; I’ll cook.” His hips jerked up into you, his cock still fully erect. “And you’ll be the dessert.”

Choso Kamo:

Choso walked with Yuuji to his class, eager to see you. The two of you had become best friends over the last few months. Telling each other everything, going to dinner, taking walks, and training together, you were inseparable. The only downside to being friends with you was that Choso longed for more. He didn’t want to be your friend. He wanted to be your boyfriend. But he would never make a move because of your current boyfriend.

He was a sorcerer and a scumbag who didn’t treat you the way you deserved. Choso had been so confused about why you wouldn’t break up with him, but his younger brother told him some people accept that sort of treatment. They feel like they can’t do any better, which is asinine because. Choso would love to treat you like a princess but wouldn’t push you to leave the man you were dating.

“Good Mornin’ teach—” Yuuji announced as he and Choso entered your classroom. Brown eyes met yours, and Choso felt like his heart would stop.

You were gently sitting at your desk; Geto and Shoko rubbed your back as tears streamed down your cheeks. For a second, both Cho and his younger brother thought something horrible had happened. Maybe someone had died, or you were hurt.

“Itadori, Kamo—” Geto straightened, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. “Gojo was supposed to catch you, too. He’s taking over your class, Itadori.”

“Oh! Yeah, we didn’t see him on our way here.”

“Yo Yuuji, Choso, let's get to the field!” Speaking of the devil, Gojo shredded forward, towering over Megumi and Nobara, who followed behind. “Your talisman class was canceled because your sweet teacher got her heart broken.” Heartbroken?

Choso’s head snapped in your direction. He'd experienced heartbreak himself after the deaths of his younger brothers. Was your heartbreak so bad that Shoko needed to heal you?

“Are you going to be all right? I know how painful a broken heart is.”

“Satoru!” Geto chastised as Choso rushed forward, gently examining your face, waiting for you to ensure you were okay.

“Cho—I’m okay—I just—”

“Hey, it’s not my fault. She got cheated on by a Playboy sorcerer who was notorious for sleeping around.”

Cheated? Like in a video game, it was possible to break your heart by cheating like that? The questions reeled, and Choso’s mind evaporated as you stood up, hissing as you tossed one of your talismans at Gojo. The glowing blue paper hit the white-haired sorcerer’s infinity and violently shook before exploding into blue cursed energy.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know she was still here!” Gojo grinned, pointing at your flailing talisman paper. “You seriously thought this would get through my infinity? That’s hilarious.”

“Fuck you, Gojo! It’s not your right to go around telling people what happened!”

“Sorry! Sorry! I'll leave you to wallow in self-pity. Yuuji, let’s get going.” Choso watched as the strongest sorcerer of the modern age grabbed his younger brother by the back of his hoodie and dragged him down the hall.

For a moment, Choso tried to think of what to say or what questions he could ask without coming off as insensitive. But those thoughts came to a heart as Geto cleared his throat and motioned towards the door at Shoko. The two friends left, heading off in the direction Satoru turned, leaving you and Choso alone.

Your dark-haired companion shut the sliding door to your classroom before strutting towards you. You were wiping useless tears when he threw his arms around you, hugging you. The sudden affection caught you off guard, making you stumble back against the wall as Choso squeezed you tight. His warmth and the sweet smell of spices were much more comforting than your friend's backrubs. So, of course, more tears fell from your eyes, staining Choso’s robes.

Seeing you in such a distraught state, the marks on Choso’s face shifted into the shape of arrows. You could hear him gritting his teeth as he clenched his jaw tight. His hand slowly stroked your hair back, and you sniffled into his clothes as he rested his chin on your head.

This was exactly what you needed.

For someone to hold you tight and let you cry into their chest. You didn’t need to hear about how you had made a mistake; you knew that. You just wanted a hug and were so glad it was Choso. He was always so good to you; he was perfect.

Pulling back, you sniffed at Choso’s thumbs and brushed tears away. “What happened?” he spoke softly as if he thought his words would break you.

“I found out my ex was cheating on me with several different girls.” You sighed, resting your chin against his sternum and looking into his eyes. “I saw all the messages and pictures; one of the girls found my account and messaged me. When I confronted him about it, he didn’t even deny it.” Choso’s hand twitched. “I asked him why he would cheat, and he claimed I was bad at having sex.”

“That’s ridiculous! A terrible excuse for a terrible human!” Choso’s brash anger made you blush. “Even if a person was bad at it, which I doubt is possible, it’s no excuse for breaking your heart.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Cho—“

“I know I’ve been sealed, but that’s ridiculous! Even if someone was bad at it, I'm not saying that you are; there are so many more qualities to a person than just sex. How beautiful and smart you are, compassionate and open-minded you’ve been. Especially with me.”

“Choso.”

He gently stepped forward, slamming his hands on either side of your desk. “You are so incredible. I would never hurt you like that!” He inched closer to the smell of dragon blood spice wafted off him, making you dizzy. “Can I please show you how much you mean to me?” He stood firm and tall, waiting for your answer.

“I-I—yes, you may.” The second those words

The second the word yes leaves your mouth, Choso slams his lips against yours. You gasp as he presses you against the wall, your back against the window. His hands grab your wrists, pinning them above your head as he kisses you harder, his eyes shut tight as he groans against your mouth. The kiss has your eyes rolling as you kiss his back, and your tongue flicks at his bottom lip.

Your friends eyes open wide as the feeling of your tongue against his lip. He hesitantly opens his mouth, allowing your tongue to enter. He shudders, eyes rolling back as he tastes your favorite drink on his tongue as you massage it against his own. He kisses the sight of everything as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, trying to match your pace.

You both pull back for air, gasping into each other's slightly parted mouths, a string of saliva connecting your lips. There was something in the kiss, how Choso’s gently held your wrists, that made you feral. He was so cute and sweet. God, he made you feel like you were going insane. There was always an attraction for him, but since you were dating someone else, you never acted on those feelings. Now that you were single, you could finally give in to the carnal desire screaming at you to act.

“Cho,” you pant, pulling your wrists free, resting your hands on his chest, “I want you, no, I need you.”

“I need you too.”

You grab his hand, pulling him towards your office. “Promise you’ll be honest if I suck at sex?”

Choso’s hair clings to his forehead an hour later as he bites his lip. He’s sitting in your chair, and you're straddling him, burying your face in his neck, breathing heavily as you ride him. He’s a whimpering mess, his arms wrapped around you, pressing your breasts against his chest as you thrust his hips up.

“Haaaaah~ haaah haaah.” He breathes heavily, digging his nails into your neck with a gasp. “Y-You’re so good~ sooo good! So wet, so tight, sooo good!”

“C-Choso~ Choso~” you’re littering hickeys all over his pale flushed skin.

“Y-You—fuuuck fuck!” He hisses out, throwing his head against your shoulder as he bucks up into you faster, whining, crying softly at the immense pleasure of you clamping down on his cock as he hits your cervix. “Y-You’re so good at sex! Oh my god, I love this. Can we do this again?! Please, I wanna do this all the time!”

Pulling your face away, it suddenly became evident. “Choso, you’re a virgin?” He nodded, his eyes rolling back into his head, and he shuddered at the feeling of gushing around him. “O-Oooh~ fuck Cho~!” You slam down on him faster; being the first woman he’s been inside of had you feeling absolutely feral. You wanted to ruin him for all other women; you wanted him to be yours and only yours. “W-We haaah, we can d-do this all the time!” Your sweet friend gripped onto your bare back tighter, gasping and gritting his teeth as his balls tightened.

“H-Honey! Honey, please, going to cum~! Gonna cum!”

“Yes~ yes, fill me up, Choso~ give it all to me!”

He shudders and slams up into you, dragging you over the edge with his. Your walls flutter around him as he kisses you deeply as he fills you with his cum. It’s hot and thick, coating your walls as you both hold onto each shaking from the intensity of your orgasms. You hum happily, your lips grazing his skin as he gently shifts, grunting softly.

“Honey,”

“Hmm?”

“You don’t suck at sex, you—you were like a goddess.” Pulling back, Choso cups some of your hair behind your ear. “I want to worship you.” His sweet, gentle voice has you leaning into the palm of his hand.

“You can, only on one condition.”

“Name your price, honey.”

You gently press your lips against his. “I get to worship you too.” Choso felt his smile widen as he kissed your lips over and over again.

“This is the best day of my life!” And you had to agree completely, because it was the best day of your life too.

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[puckinghischier]

hi!! first off, i just want to say that i really love your work. i’m so so glad i found your blog. i just reblogged this quinn blurb of yours (which i’m obsessed with btw)

i was wondering if you’d ever be up to expanding on any of the aspects of it. for example; quinn seeing a guy flirt with you in the stands while he’s playing.. when the game was over what do you think that looks like? would say something to his girl and/or show her more with actions than words? or when he sees how excited she is to see him when he’s ready to head home is he just going to let it go? <- y’know like her smile’s able to erase damn near any negative feelings he’s having. playing on when you said about his girl being able to turn him to mush 🥹

✶₊˚⊹ apologies for the length of this.. when i get excited about something i tend to ramble. also, feel free to ignore this or keep it for later if you’d want. no worries either way ‹𝟹

oh i would absolutely love to expand on that

i don’t think he would dwell on it too much, honestly. because he does trust you and he knows that when you come to his games you’re watching nothing but him, but i think he would be a lil smug about it and the fact you never give them attention like you do him.

his eyes would find you as soon as he walks out of the locker room, ready to take you home and order a post game dinner while watching whatever series the two of you get sucked into on netflix.

you’d be talking to conor, just chatting casually, always having been close with him since you started dating quinn.

too distracted to realize he’s walking towards you, he walks up and engulfs you in a hug from behind.

“Q!!” you’d squeal, laughing as conor takes that as his cue to leave, saying a short goodbye and offering a small wave.

turning around in his arms, you come face to face with your slightly damp and scruffy looking boyfriend, loving his post-shower appearance after every game.

“enjoy the game?” he asks, admiring the joy on your face that only he seems to bring out.

“duh! you scored twice, how could i not?”

quinn’s ego inflates three sizes, remembering what spurred the second goal.

“oh, speaking of, who was your new friend tonight? sure you don’t want me to just buy out the seats next to you every game?” he’d only half joke, not letting you know he has genuinely thought about it before.

you rolled your eyes at him, swatting his chest. “just some chad, brad, or whatever else people name their overly confident, dickish sons.”

your words cause alarm bells in quinn’s brain, his tone suddenly turning serious. “what do you mean by ‘dickish’? did he get handsy? say something to you? do i need to make a call to make sure he never steps foot in this arena again?”

“no! no, nothing like that. he was harmless, just thought he could impress the pretty girl next to him with all kinds of hockey talk,” you’re quick to explain, watching quinn’s jaw visibly relax. “most of which he had wrong, by the way,” you continue. “but then he asked if i was here alone, and i told him no, that my boyfriend was on the ice, but he didn’t believe me. especially not when i told him it was you, the captain of the team.”

it was quinn’s turn to roll his eyes. people never tend to believe you when you tell them he’s your boyfriend, considering you two have kept your relationship decently private. if anything, they shouldn’t believe you’re his girlfriend, still shocked at how he managed to snag someone so out of his league.

“then, after you scored he made some stupid comment about ‘aren’t you going to congratulate your boyfriend?’ as if i had a direct line to you on the ice or something,” you kept explaining to him, causing him to recall the sour look on your face when he was watching you from the bench.

he kept seeing the man turn to you and make comments, figuring he was trying to get you to engage with him. you ignored him, though, giving him side glances every few minutes with a look of annoyance.

“but, after you came over and did your ‘sweetheart’ celly, he finally shut up and left me alone,” you giggled, referencing the goal celebration quinn coined for you. he’ll skate over to the glass where you sit, pretending to lick all five of his fingers as if he’s cleaning ‘sugar’ off of them, then points to you and draws a heart in the air before skating away with a wink.

quinn smiles in triumph, happy that his plan worked.

after watching the scene you just explained play out, he knew he needed an excuse to show some big display of affection so your seat mate would get the hint. so, he turned the dial up to ten and was taking every shot he could.

he hopes the glare he gave the man as he skated away from you was partially to thank, too. even though the second he saw your excitement-filled cheering for him, the man beside of you was (mostly) forgotten.

“well, i hope he realizes you only go for guys who can score both on and off the ice,” he winks down at you, knowing his choice of words was corny, but they succeeded in coaxing out the sweet sound of your laughter that he wanted needed to hear.

he loves knowing that you only get this giggly and carefree with him; knowing that he’s the one that gets to take you home each night. the security he feels in your relationship is unlike anything he’s ever known, blown away at how fully and wholly you love him, always hearing you tell everyone who will listen to you when you think he’s not paying attention.

even if he does manage to get grumpy and annoyed when people flirt with you during games or when you’re out with the team, he knows you never even give them the time of day. every time he catches himself staring daggers at someone, all he finds when he looks at you is your pretty eyes already trained on him, making him forget about any ill feelings he has harbored in his chest, just like tonight.

“alright, captain jealousy, let’s get home so we can eat, i’m starving. i was thinking sushi and gilmore girls, what do you think?” you suggest, grabbing his hand and starting the familiar trek to the car garage.

quinn groans, hating how much you love the annoying mother daughter duo, mentally preparing himself for the hours of torture ahead of him, knowing he doesn’t stand a chance of changing your mind.

[sosomonimagines]

House's girl, part one — House x Daughter! Reader

Summary: House learns to love his daughter.

Warnings: diet talk and harassment, but nothing too in-depth

Author's note: English is not my native language. I have an idea for a saga about this, but I want to see if anyone likes it first 😭😭

Part two:

SUNDAY

You rarely saw your father. 

By the time you were born, your parents had already divorced, and he chose to remain largely uninvolved in your life. You knew your grandparents and received some Christmas and birthday presents, but nothing that made a lasting impact. Most of the time, he lived as though he weren’t a father at all.

Yet here you were, standing in front of his apartment, holding a suitcase with a few changes of clothes. Your mother had become involved with a man of questionable character — a manipulator with a minor criminal record that included harassment. You had reported him for making comments that made you uncomfortable, but your mother, who was deeply entangled with him, dismissed your concerns as lies. Consequently, the women's police station decided to send you to live with your father, as you had no other close relatives.

You knocked on door 221B and waited for about five minutes. “He must be trying to escape through the window, but luckily he’s limping,” you thought with a hint of irony.

“You actually came,” your father said as he opened the door.

“Sorry I didn’t choose to become a homeless person,” you replied.

He stepped aside to let you in. The apartment was surprisingly tidy, which took you aback; your mother had often complained about his disorganization. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had made an effort to clean up for your arrival.

“You’ll stay in the guest room; it’s the second door on the right.”

“Why do you have a guest room if you never have guests?”

“Sometimes, the prostitutes prefer not to sleep in the same room as me, especially when I hire many.”

“Did you know I’m only fourteen and that sexual jokes and exposure to excessive affection can damage my mind, like abuse?”

“Good thing it wasn’t a joke.”

You sighed deeply and walked to the guest room. It was a sparse space with just a bed and a dresser. As you quickly unpacked your clothes, you realized there was no suitable place to study— something you would need to address soon, especially with a math exam approaching.

“Where am I going to study?” you asked your father, who was sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey. “You’re drinking at eight-thirty in the morning?” you added, somewhat perplexed.

“Are you studying at eight-thirty in the morning?” he retorted with irony. “Study in the kitchen; there’s a table there.”

“But there’s no door between the living room and the kitchen.”

“That’s really a shame.”

“If you watch TV, the noise will distract me. I have Sensory Processing Disorder and need a quiet environment.”

“I’ll buy a desk for your room tomorrow,” he said.

“But I need to study today.”

“One day won’t make a difference.”

“It does when you want to get into Harvard.”

“You’re in middle school; nobody studies in middle school.”

“Actually, I’m in high school. I’m three years ahead.”

“Oh my God, you’re so annoying,” he exclaimed, getting up and heading to his room. “Study in the kitchen in peace. I’ll stay in my room.”

“Don’t you have to go to the hospital?” you asked.

“Unfortunately, no,” he replied, slamming the door behind him. You didn’t mind the harsh tone; you had come for a place to stay, not for a father.

•••

MONDAY

You woke up at six-thirty, the same time as your father. With two bathrooms in the house, you both managed to get ready without crossing paths.

When you met in the kitchen for breakfast, a heavy silence lingered. He served himself without offering you anything, but you had learned the previous day that if you didn’t help yourself, you’d end up going hungry.

You helped yourself to Pop Tarts and a cup of black coffee.

“Aren’t you a bit young for coffee?” your father asked.

“It’s a legal drug, and there are no age restrictions,” you replied.

He didn’t respond, and silence settled between you again. The next sound was the doorbell, followed by the creak of the door opening.

“Hey, House,” a man said as he entered. Seeing you, he paused, visibly shocked. “Is this your daughter?”

“Touché,” your father replied, his tone a blend of sarcasm and resignation.

James Wilson knew that House had a daughter and understood that, despite his reluctance, he cared about her. However, seeing you there was still a surprise.

“My name is James Wilson. I’m a friend of your father’s,” James said, extending his hand for a handshake.

“My dad has friends?” you asked, surprised, making James laugh.

“Alright, alright, that was a really funny joke,” House interrupted. “Let’s head to the hospital; I don’t want to be late.”

“You’re always late, House,” James retorted. “We’ll drop your daughter off at school first.”

“Seriously? Thank you so much!” you said, thrilled, and dashed to grab your backpack.

As you left, James turned to House. “Don’t look at me like that. I know you care about her.”

•

You arrived home at four in the afternoon, utterly exhausted. After studying late into the night and barely catching glimpses of your father throughout the day, you felt the weight of the long hours. Whenever he did venture into the kitchen, it was in silence, leaving you to wonder whether he was avoiding conversation or simply giving you space.

Heading straight to the kitchen, you rummaged through the sparse offerings. With little more than cereal and Pop Tarts available, you poured yourself some cereal — without milk, as there was none. As you were eating, the doorbell rang.

“Yes?” you called out, opening the door to find a tall, burly man holding a clipboard.

“Gregory House?” he asked.

“This is his house. I’m his daughter.”

“He requested that a study desk be delivered here.”

You smiled to yourself as you let the man in. He proceeded to set up the desk in your room, a small but meaningful gesture from your father.

•••

TUESDAY

You hadn’t seen your father the day before. When he came home, you were already asleep. Besides setting up the study desk, he called later to let you order some food, a small sign that he was making an effort, however minimal.

The next morning, as you both sat down for breakfast, you decided to strike up a conversation, unsure of how receptive he would be.

“How was the hospital yesterday?” you asked.

“Hmm?” he responded, looking up, surprised by the question.

“Any interesting cases?” you pressed.

“A girl with cancer having hallucinations.”

“Was the tumor pressing on the brain?” you inquired.

“No, the tumor was in the heart.”

“…A clot?” you guessed.

“Exactly.” House paused, impressed by your accuracy. He knew you were intelligent, having skipped grades and attended a prestigious school on a scholarship. However, he hadn’t realized your aptitude for medicine. “Do you like medicine?”

“A lot,” you replied. “My dream has been to become a doctor since I was nine. I attend pre-med camps, study whenever I can, read extensively about it, and watch medical shows to guess the diagnoses.”

“I enjoy doing that too,” he said, taking a sip of coffee.

“I was wondering if I could read your medical books.”

“If you can.”

“My reading level is quite advanced. I might not understand everything right away, but I’ll research what I don’t get. And my dad’s a doctor, so I can ask him about it,” you said with a sideways smile, almost catching a glimpse of a smile on his lips.

Moments later, Wilson arrived to take them out. As he dropped you off at school, House mentioned to him that you were aspiring to a medical career and were very intelligent. It was the first time Wilson saw House display genuine pride.

•

When you arrived home that day, it was the first time in days you could truly relax, free from looming exams or relentless homework. You took a shower and settled into the living room, turning on a cartoon — your favorite way to unwind.

As you were engrossed in an episode of The Flintstones, your father came in.

“Aren’t you studying?” he asked, surprised. It was the first time he’d seen you doing anything other than studying since you arrived. To him, it seemed you were engaged in it constantly.

“My exams are over for now. When I finish a round of exams, I take a day off. And you, why are you home early?”

“There was nothing to do.”

“Did the patient die?”

“No, he recovered.”

“Congratulations.”

“Why?”

“For not having killed him.” House wasn’t sure if you were being serious or sarcastic, but he didn’t care.

He limped over to the refrigerator, grabbed a beer, and sat down next to you. This surprised you; you had expected him to retreat to his room.

“That cartoon isn’t from your era,” he remarked.

“Yes, but I prefer the old ones. Do you want to change the channel?”

“Don’t be overly nice; it’s annoying. You want to watch the cartoon and you got here first, so go ahead.”

You nodded and the room fell into a comfortable silence. Occasionally, you glanced at your father, noticing him getting caught up in the cartoon, even suppressing laughter at some scenes.

After a while, he asked, “Want to order a pizza?”

“I ate out yesterday.”

“So what?”

“My mom only lets me eat out once a week at most. She says it’s unhealthy and makes you fat.”

“Good to know your mother’s paranoias haven’t changed. I’m a doctor, and you know what’s worse than eating out? Not eating at all. Do you want pizza?”

“I guess so.”

“Then call and order it.”

You followed his instructions, ordering your favorite pizza. When it arrived, you ate it in the living room—another thing your mother would never allow. After the cartoon ended, your father switched to a medical drama. You watched in silence until, midway through an episode, he paused and looked at you.

“So, what do you think?” he asked.

“Pardon?” you replied, confused.

“Sudden and inexplicable nail disintegration, colorful and shiny mucous lesions in the mouth, temporary and recurrent inability to recognize faces, rapid and unpredictable changes in blood pressure, and intense heat sensation without fever. What is it?”

“Are you serious?"

“You said you’re good at this, right?”

You paused, considering.

“Stiff-Person Syndrome?”

“I need you to be sure.”

“Stiff-Person Syndrome. It’s a rare autoimmune condition that can lead to progressive muscle rigidity and pain, along with various neurological symptoms like motor difficulties and changes in sensory perception.”

“Great. You’re better than my team,” he said.

You watched two more episodes before falling asleep. In the middle of the night, you woke to find yourself covered and with your foot adjusted for comfort. You smiled, knowing that your father had made sure you were tucked in for a good night’s rest.

[ur-local-anti-hero]

Sparks fly

Sirius Black x Pureblood slytherin!Reader

Summary: Dating a Black was not the problem, the problem was that is Sirius, a known bloodtraitor.

Genre: Hurt/comfort and secret relationship

CW: talks about familiar problems, blood status and arranged marriages

Word count: 1.2K

This is part of my Speak Now (Marauders’ version) collection 

“I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild. Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right”

Sunny days were not common in Hogwarts, the usually humid weather of the Scottish highland made it hard for students to enjoy the large grounds surrounding the school. 

Nonetheless, whenever the clouds weren’t pouring rain or blocking the sun you have been finding yourself in the same place for the last year.  

You were sitting by the black lake, in a remote spot seldom crowded by students. It was at times like this that you felt genuinely happy, the sun illuminating the lake and the weather hot enough for you to discard your coat. Though you could argue the cozy spring weather was not the main source for your happiness, but the man whose head was resting on your lap, your fingers running through his beautiful dark hair. 

You never meant to fall for him, really. He was hotheaded, a pain in the ass, arrogant, a womanizer and everything your parents would hate for you -which was anything but a respected pureblood heir-. Falling for a Black was not the problem, the Black family was a well bred pureblood family, all of them except your boyfriend. Falling for a Black was not the problem, falling for Sirius was. 

You both were aware of the implications of the relationship so you did what was the most logical thing, kept it a secret to everyone. At first the secrecy wasn’t that bad, it was even thrilling at points, sneaking out and stolen glances had been fun for a while. Until it wasn’t enough, you wanted to be able to hold his hand in public, or display a little bit more of PDA than appropriate when girls were shamelessly hitting on him. 

But if your friends were to find out about your relationship with Sirius it wouldn’t end well, they’d be against it, probably stop talking to you and tell your parents, which would end with you getting disowned or betrothed to one of your cousins to keep the family name clean. And if his friends found out he’d probably be mocked relentlessly for dating what he swore to hate, and maybe his friends would be sceptical of you, or just disapprove entirely of you. 

“A penny for your thoughts?” Sirius's voice broke your train of thought and your eyes fell on him. 

He looked beautiful, his head resting in your lap and your hands on his hair. His gorgeous grey eyes were filled with concern when he looked at you. 

"Sometimes I wonder if this is all worth it, you know, the hiding. Don't you get tired of it?" You asked him, your tone making your boyfriend realize just how serious you were. 

Sirius sat upright to be able to look you in the eyes, his thigh touching yours and his hand on top of yours, stroking it lovingly. 

“You know I love you right? It doesn’t matter what others think of this, of us.” He said, his free hand gesturing between you two. “I will love you regardless.” 

“I know, I love you too, so much.”  you whispered while resting your head on his shoulder, Sirius placed a kiss on your temple. And just like that every single worry you had dissipated. 

Oblivious for both of you, another group of students had decided to explore the less visited parts of the school grounds, therefore being aware of the whole exchange. 

───✥───

 “You are joking right?” James asked, dumbfounded at the news that had just left Remus’ mouth. 

“I couldn’t believe it either, apparently Barty and Snape saw them together on the school grounds.” came Remus’ reply. 

James and Peter were hanging out in the common room when Remus delivered them the new hearsay that was going on around Hogwarts. As if on cue Sirius appeared in their peripheral vision, skipping down the stairs with a happy whistle and making his way towards them. 

When he saw their shocked faces looking up at him he stopped dead in his tracks. “What?” he inquired. 

James started on an incomprensible ramble along the words of ‘how, when, why…’ just to be interrupted by Peter. “Are you really dating Y/N? like, the pureblood slytherin Y/N?” 

“How do you…?” Sirius' mind was racing, unable to process a single thought, how did they know? Who else knew? Where were you? 

“I ran into Lily and Marlene, and they told me that Barty and Snape had seen you two on a date. Everybody knows, rumors fly at hogwarts” Remus explained. 

Sirius' worry grew, if everybody knew, that meant your house knew. And if they did it was only a matter of time until your parents got the news. The interrogation that he was going to suffer at the hands of his friends was nothing compared to the reactions you’d get from everyone in Slytherin. 

“I need to find her, I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything later, I promise.” Sirius ran from the room, leaving behind three very confused marauders and James shouting “So it’s true?!” 

───✥───

He found you outside. The former gentle weather was now replaced with heavy rain. 

You were sitting in the same spot of your dates. Sirius heard your sobs before he saw you. 

You were drenched by the rain, your hair sticking to your face, your eyes red and swollen from crying. 

“Y/N” he spoke softly when he reached your side, his arms pulling you into a hug. “It’s okay, baby.” That made you cry harder and your arms to tighten around him. 

“They know Sirius, I can’t go back to the common room, they are going to have my head.” You said in between sobs. As soon as the news had reached the slytherin common room so had the threats, namecalling and hexes. “I’m sure Evan has already sent an owl to my parents, I’m going to get disowned, Siri. I don’t have anywhere to go.” 

Sirius could feel your pain through your words, when shit had hit the fan at his home he had the Marauders to have his back. You didn’t have anyone except for him. 

“You can sleep in my dorm tonight, don’t go back to yours.” he said while soothing your back.

“Do your friends know?” he nodded. “They hate me, I can’t go to your dorm.” you said, trying to hide your face in his chest. 

“Hey, none of that. They don’t hate you, they’ll be surprised, maybe a little bit apprehensive about the whole thing, but they’ll give you a chance, and they are going to love you.” Sirius' voice was assertive, he was trying to reduce your self deprecating thoughts at a minimum. 

“What about my parents?” you said, more calmed now, sobs turned into hiccups. 

“We are going to figure it out, you and I, together. We’ll find a way.” Sirius' hand came in touch with your face as he tried to dry your tears.

“Okay, yeah you are right. I love you Sirius.” 

“I love you too, forever.” 

Sirius leaned in for a kiss, soft and filled with love. You wondered then how wrong this was when it just felt so right.

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[splatashahowlett]

Nighttime frenzy part.2

logan howlett x reader

part.1

right now, you envied charles more than anything else. alright, being a telepath is far from being easy, but it's so usefull. if you were a telepath you wouldn't beat yourself over what logan is thinking right now. there wasn't any tension between you but no words were exchanged since you woke up and you felt dumb for even thinking this "so called hatred" could go away over the night.

logan was driving, still silent. you were sat, hugging your legs to your chest, looking out the window. you wanted to hit him in the face. you put your pride aside last night for his own comfort and he couldn't even do the same when came the morning.

"you are one snobbish asshole." you said, keeping your gaze on the landscape. you heard him scoff. "excuse me?" he said, taken aback.

"you're not putting any efforts in making things better" you replied, refusing to turn your head in his direction.

"because you are?" he impugned which caused your jaw to drop at his impertinence.

"I literally hugged you!" you scrieched, bewildered by his boldness. you wanted to strangle him

"after throwing a fucking waterbucket at my face!" he yelled back

"oh you've got some nerve" you said with a venom tainted tone. "stop the car" you said firmly. but he didn't. "I told you to stop the car logan" you warned.

"or what? you're gonna jumped out the window?" he mocked. this was your last straw, you gripped the steering wheel and made a turn on the right, forcing logan to hit the brakes. it's while you were doing it that you realized it wasn't a smart decision. the truck almost left the road but logan gained back the control of the vehicle before it was too late. you froze, knowing logan was mad. you slowly turned your head toward him, both on mute.

"everything is your fault, you hated me first" you accused him before he could blame you for almost causing an accident.

"who told you that?" he asked genuinely confused.

"come on; you roll your eyes at my jokes, refuse any help from me, complain when you are assigned to a mission with me and always hit harder when I say something that's pissing you off" you shouted while doing large gestures with your hands.

"I act this way with everyone! you just took it personally because you're a self-centered idiot" he argued, baffled.

"well maybe I did take it personally but you can't blame me!" you screamed, sticking your finger in his face.

without any second thoughts logan grabbed your extended arm and pulled you on his lap to kiss you messily. you couldn't comprehend what was happening so your body took over and kissed him back just as passionately. you were missing air but couldn't care less. logan broke the kiss abruptly. "you almost got us killed" was the first thing he pronounced.

"is it physically hurting you if you don't blame me for something every minute of your miserable existence?" you raised your eyebrows. logan chuckled and kissed you again, this time much gently; you could feel him smile in the kiss. this time it was your turn to break the kiss.

"you really do have some nerve, you know? what I did last night was everything but usual for me" you put your hands on his torso, keeping him from shutting you up by kissing you.

"I know sweetheart, I'm grateful for what you did" he answered. you squinted your eyes, taking in what he had just said; logan, grateful? you were apparently taking too long for logan who grabbed your hands with one of his while the other one came on your cheek to kiss you.

"let's not hate each other, it's not fun anymore" he said in the kiss, his voice muffled by your lips. you only nodded and got up to lead him to the bed, lips still glued to each others'.

logan pushed you on the bed and almost instinctively placed his hands on your waist. you wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him from leaving.

"is it enough efforts for you?" he joked.

"shut the fuck up already" you said, desperatly. your hands roaming on every inch of his back and arms. logan took that as his cue to take both your shirts off. his kisses weren't only offered to your mouth but also to your collarbone now. he ravished your neck, your covered breast, your stomach and took advantage of his position to unbutton your trousers. he looked up and asked "is this okay?". you nodded and he threw your jeans on the floor, leaving you in your underwear.

his lips were now on the inside of your thighs, teasing you fiercly. you were going crazy, your breathing got quicker and quicker and your hand flew to his head, burying itself in his hair.

"do something already" you commanded, causing logan to chuckle and blow some air on your core, making you shiver. logan slowly got rid of your panties and didn't wait a second more to start eating you out. his tongue was doing wonders and you couldn't help but press his head further down wich resulted in logan's nose tickling your clit. you let out a soft moan, logan seemed to enjoy it, you felt him smirk against you. when you looked down, he was already looking at you in a way that made your heart beat even faster. that's when he pushed two fingers in you; satisfied by the sight before him of your face mirroring the pleasure he was giving you.

each time you thought he would stop to catch his breath he proved you wrong, you never thought you would be attracted to older guys but if they all come with that much skills and experience you may have to get into it. but deep down you knew that you could only take that much pleasure with logan. what was the use of lying to yourself about hating him when he is devouring you in the back of a shitty camping car in the middle of nowhere. you let out a little laugh laced with a moan at the situation. logan didn't have the time to make fun of it that you approached your climax and let him know by moaning endlessly and gripping his hair even harder than before.

logan led you through your orgasm by increasing the pace of his fingers and groaning which made your whole lower body vibrate.

your hand was positioned on his stomach, slowly rising and lowering to the rythm of his breathing. your eyes were locked on his face, taking benefit of his sleeping state to observe him. something he wouldn't let you do if he was aware of it...

"quit it bub" he growled, surprising you. you grabbed his face with your hand and peppered him with kisses. this kind of affection wasn't conventional for logan but he figured he would let you do those kind of things in the future if it made you happy. maybe he could give it back to you? logan opened his eyes and unexpectedly pushed you on your back by grabbing you by the waist. he was now on top of you, amused at your dumbfounded expression.

you were waiting for him to make some snarky remarks or tell you to stop being silly but at your biggest stupefaction he also peppered kisses all over your face. you laughed and tried to push him away playfully.

you couldn't believe how much had changed in five days. but you would do it all over again. yes, even pratically crashing the truck.

[sukuna-ryo]

The Best Friend

(Preview)

Geto × Reader × Gojo pairing

Trigger warnings: NSFW content, including sexually explicit scenes (maybe). Poly Relationship (eventually). Emotional manipulation and power dynamics. Private relationship between counsellor and counselee is unethical so please don't date your therapist. MINORS DNI

You’ve been working at the corporate counseling department for a few months now, and one thing’s been constant: Gojo Satoru. The man, somehow, is always in your office. He’s the CEO of the company, but it seems like he’s always got some reason to book a session. At first, it felt like a weird formality, but now, you’ve gotten used to it. And honestly, you’re starting to understand why he needs so many counseling sessions. Gojo’s got this playful, carefree vibe that makes it hard to take him seriously. He’s the type of guy who seems like he’d rather make jokes than have a real conversation, but when he does talk about something deeper, you can see there’s more to him than just the annoying, charming guy who skips into your office like he owns the place.

One thing that keeps popping up, though, is his best friend. Gojo won’t stop talking about him, but he’s super vague. “Ah, my best friend? He’s too popular with girls. You really don’t want to know about him,” Gojo says, flashing that trademark grin. It’s almost like he’s trying to protect you from the guy, or maybe just doesn’t want you to meet him for reasons you can’t quite figure out—even though you’re only asking for counseling reasons.

As if that wasn’t enough, your best friend, Kugisaki Nobara, decided you were “ready” to get back out there, and set you up on a blind date. Of course, you tried to protest—you're not exactly looking for anything serious, especially not right now—but Nobara wouldn’t have it. She pushed you out of your comfort zone, and before you could say “philosophy,” you were sitting across from Geto Suguru, a calm, collected philosophy professor with a steady gaze and a soft smile.

Geto was, well... the opposite of Gojo. He’s polite, well-mannered, and you could tell he’s a genuinely kind person. His quiet intelligence made for interesting conversation, and unlike Gojo, Geto’s not the type to fill every second with jokes and antics. He seems to enjoy deep, thoughtful talks, which you find yourself looking forward to more with each date. Yet, there's one thing Geto mentions way too often. His best friend.

“Oh, him? Trust me, you don’t want to know,” Geto sighs, rubbing his temples. “He’s just... too annoying. I can’t even deal with him half the time. You don’t need that stress.”

You’re getting the sense that both of these guys have a mysterious best friend that’s somehow never worthy of a proper introduction. It’s all starting to feel a little too convenient. But hey, you’re just the counsellor for one, and there for good conversation and some nice dates with the other, right?

And while you’ve been getting to know them both separately, you can’t ignore the fact that you’re kind of enjoying their company. Gojo’s the kind of guy who can’t help but be annoying but somehow keeps you laughing even when he’s totally out of line. You can’t deny his charm, even if he drives you nuts sometimes. And Geto? Well, he’s just... easy to be around. Calm, collected, and honestly, you could spend hours talking to him about anything.

Sometimes, though, the way Geto talks about the world makes you pause—just for a second. It’s nothing obvious, just a word here or there, a tone that lingers too long. You brush it off, but it leaves you with an odd feeling you can’t quite shake.

You’re not exactly ready to call it anything serious, but as the weeks go by, you start realizing that you’re developing a little soft spot for both of them. They’re nothing alike, but that’s exactly what makes them so interesting.

What you don’t know, though, is that while you’re out here juggling dates and sessions with Gojo and Geto, something seems to be shifting in each of them. They both find themselves thinking about you more than they’d planned, though neither of them would admit it.

[everythingmp3]

𝕀´𝕧𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕐𝕠𝕦 .⋅♡ 

adult!Van x fem!reader (smut)

working for Van had just been a temporary thing, but it lead to an intense crush, a painful goodbye, and the inability to move on. a few months later, you run into her at night. she didn’t forget about you either.

minors dni. warnings: slight intoxication, oral, fingering

(disclaimer: kind of long, I just felt like doing something a little more elaborate and fleshed out, hope u enjoy💌)

it had been about four months since you´d last seen Van, but it felt like an eternity. you had worked for her during the summer, just a temporary job to help her out during the busier season, but by the end of August when you had to say goodbye it hurt much worse than you ever expected; the night after your last shift you cried on your way home, unsure how to cope with letting go of her, how to move on from what she´d made you feel.

you two got along immediately, from the very first day you worked for her it was easy and light and lovely, but that connection turned into something deeper very quickly, about two weeks in you realized how screwed you were, how attracted to her you were, how much you missed her during weekends, how she made you forget about all the things going wrong in your life. but you couldn´t do anything about it before it was already fall and you were forced to move on from that brief period of knowing her.

it was a winter night, you´d gone out to a bar with friends, who had just left in an Uber because it had gotten late and they didn´t live around the corner, unlike you. you were just about to leave as well, when you walked by someone and did a double take to see if it was really her, but it was. there she was: Van, leaning against the wall, looking at her phone, her hair glowing beautifully in the light of the neon sign. you´d had a few drinks, so it was easy to just walk up to her and tap her on the shoulder, watching her face break into that familiar smile once she turned to look at you, "oh my god?? hi!" she seemed genuinely glad to see you, offering a tight hug immediately, which made your body heat up, that effect she had on you, bubbling right back up.

she realized you were pretty tipsy, it was endearing to her, seeing you with your guard down like that, all smiley, face glowing, "what are you doing here?" you asked her, which made her laugh, "believe it or not, i do have a few friends", "no, of course, i know, i was just wondering.. maybe you were on a date or something" grinning at her as you said this, she cocked her head, fixing you with a gaze that gave away how charmed she still was by you, "no, i wasn´t on a date. were you?" she asked, teasing a little. you shook your head, "friends. they just left, they took a car, i´ll walk", she raised her eyebrows "what, all on your own? like that?" gesturing towards you "like what?", "drunk, at risk of stumbling into traffic or something" she joked, you nudged her, "shut up, i am not that drunk" she smiled, leaning closer, "listen, how about i walk you home? you live around here, right?" you were surprised by the offer but really happy about it, any time you could spend with her was an unexpected gift, "okay, yes, you can tell me what you´ve been up to" you said in a playful tone, she pushed you towards the door, shaking her head "nice try, i am not spilling any secrets, you have more exciting stories to tell anyway, I bet".

the walk to your place was only about ten minutes, just enough time to link arms with her, under the guise of steading yourself. each passing second you felt giddier and more excited about unexpectedly being close to her again, after having pushed down all the unresolved feelings for her. you didn´t know this but she was going through the same exact thing, feeling that old pull towards you, that intense, almost obsessive affection, that had haunted her since you´d stepped out of her store for the last time.

once you stood at the front door of your house, you both looked at each other, a moment of silence, you couldn´t bear letting go of her so quickly, so you tried to sound casual asking "hey, you know what? i saw your apartment like a hundred times when i worked for you, now that you´re already here, i could show you my room in return?" you somehow succeeded in not making it sound suggestive, she was not registering it as a move on her, not really. she hesitated for a second, knowing it wasn´t a good idea at all, seeing your space, because it would only deepen the ache of not truly being part of your life, but she just couldn´t leave you, so she nodded, "yes, sure, it´s not like i have anywhere else to be", also trying to make it sound casual, when it felt anything but that.

the apartment was dark, you lead her to your room, explaining that your roommates were gone, walking over to you nightstand to grab a lighter, quickly lighting a few candles, telling Van to come in make herself comfortable, she was smiling to herself watching you, because it looked like you were setting the mood, but she could tell you did that every night. once you were done and looked at her taking in the details of your room, you realized how intimate it was, to have her see all of it up close, but she was very complimentary "this is such a nice space, it suits you", you blushed a little, "thanks. you don´t have to stand there by the way, come, sit" still a little bolder than usual from the drinks in your system, sitting down on your bed, patting the space next to you, before laying down flat on your back, legs dangling off the edge. she joined you, realizing that sitting upright would look awkward, so she laid back too, enjoying the softness of the sheets "god this is nice" she sighed, closing her eyes for a second.you two laid there like that for a moment, you could feel her body heat, it was a lot, suddenly having her there, in your bed, where you´d dreamed of her many times.

you didn´t face her yet, instead staring at the ceiling while saying "i missed you, you know", confessing it. she turned her head, studying your side profile, smiling, surprised "you had my number, why didn´t you text me?", "what would i have said?", she laughed, "jesus i don´t know, have you ever heard of small talk? it usually goes something like: hi, how are you?", you turned to look at her then, her face barely inches from yours, pretty as always, your heart beating faster, "very funny, you know what i mean, it would´ve been odd, just out of nowhere" she nodded, "sure, i get it. i missed you too but never reached out either so.." that got you, "you did??" you asked, making sure she was being serious, she looked confused "of course, why wouldn´t I?" you thought about it, "i don´t know. i guess i never considered i was important to you like that" she shook her head "oh come on, of course you knew that i cared about you, it was pretty obvious" you saw her hand resting on her chest and put yours on top of it, your fingers between hers, feeling her react,"I guess I did know in a way, you were always so sweet to me. i was pretty fucking devastated when our time was over. it´s kind of pathetic but i actually cried on that last day" you admitted, squeezing her hand, she was stunned, waiting for you to face her again, which you did, your eyes full of unexpressed love all of a sudden, hers barely containing how hard that image of you in tears over her hit her, her hand moving away from under yours to caress your face.

"i had no idea. i wish you´d have told me, we could´ve stayed in touch, i could´ve been there for you" your breath was uneven now, feeling her hand on your cheek, looking at her with pleading eyes, whispering, "Van, you don´t know how much i missed you these past few months. that time we spent together, I was going through a lot but you were so good to me, you were the only thing making me happy. letting go of you was horrible", you were almost choked up, she could have cried then, it was more than she ever imagined possible, your feelings for her being so intense, her voice low and quiet then,"I don´t act like that with just anyone, please know that. it was special, you made me feel alive again. i still think about you all the time".

you were overcome with everything you´d felt for her for so long, instinctively closing any distance that was left between your bodies, your face close enough to hers to feel her hot breath on your lips, her hand wandering to your waist, watching your lips part in anticipation, finally giving in, finally; she leaned in to kiss you.

gently at first, but it took only a second for you to press yourself against her as hard as possible, trying to deepen the kiss, mouth open, your hand grabbing her face, hips moving against hers, fingers tangled in her long hair, kissing her back, sloppier by the second, an urgency to both of your movements, her hands firm and strong on your body, laying there, making out in a way that looked like you were trying to devour each other. you pulled away after a while, staring at each other out of breath, a smile on her face, watching your expression give away how deeply turned on you were, "please..." a whisper from you, begging her to do more, her hand under your shirt then, grabbing your chest, eliciting a gasp, leaning in to kiss your neck, hearing you moan, she could feel your growing desperation, your hands moving to your pants to get them off, so she helped, moving down to your legs, tearing the clothing off while you pulled your shirt up and tossed it aside too, she did the same, pulling off everything but her underwear, "you´re so fucking beautiful" she marveled, grabbing your thighs, feeling the soft skin, taking in the sight of your exposed body, you doing the same to her, she kissed your knee, "i´m dying to taste you" you nodded eagerly, "please, yes" moving your legs apart, giving her access, watching her pull off your underwear, immediately kissing your inner thigh all the way up, seeing you lean back and close your eyes, a "fuck" escaping your lips, she reached for both of your hands to help you hold onto something, feeling you fingers tightening around her own.

the second she ran her tongue over your cunt she moaned louder than you did, finally doing what she´d imagined many times before, those hot days when you sat next to her in shorts, your body almost completely visible, finally hers, so she took her time, slow deep movements up and down the extreme wetness, getting aroused from the taste, the feeling of it coating her lips, before adding some force to it, entering deeper into you, faster movements, hearing you cry out, basically crushing her hands then form how hard you were gripping them, she stopped at your clit, switching between sucking and licking, feeling you move your hips upwards to add to the pressure, she let go of your hands, holding you in place by your thighs, she could tell your body was aching for more, so eventually she moved her hand to where her mouth was still on you.

you were a mess by then, you could feel her fingers running over your throbbing core but before she could continue you pleaded, "please, come here, i want to look at you", she smiled, turned on by your demand, climbing up to hover over you, her chin glistening in the dim light, her lips a little swollen, the tips of her hair brushing your skin, looking down at you, staring into your eyes, her gaze giving away that she was taken over completely by her hunger for you.

she moved her hand back to where it was before, teasing for a second, savoring how warm and absolutely soaked you were, watching you struggle to keep your eyes fixed on her, your mouth open; the feeling of being pinned beneath her, the sight of her being possessive, the sensation of her fingers, it was all driving you fucking insane. "please Van..." you begged, she complied, two of her fingers pushing into you, slowly at first, taking in every little reaction of your body, the sounds you were making different then, more whining than moaning, "this okay?" she made sure, applying some pressure, finding the rhythm that would make you unravel, listening for cues, "god yes" you sighed, "you feel so fucking good", she was encouraged by that, fucking you not the way she´d fuck a hookup but with more feeling, more intensity, telling you how pretty you looked, how perfect, meaning all of it, your hands grabbing her shoulders for support, she was hitting the right spot, your legs were trembling more each passing moment, she could feel you come undone under her, both of your bodies hot all over from being skin to skin,"you´re close, hm?" she cooed, watching you nod, unable to form a word, "show me, sweetie, let me see you cum" her fingers more forceful then, adding the final bit of pressure you needed to be pushed over the edge, her unflinching gaze forcing you into that vulnerable state of being witnessed up close, at your most open, most uninhibited.

Van could feel and see a violent shudder go through your whole body, but she didn´t stop just yet, too enthralled by your sounds and movements, her fingers lingering on your clit, not letting up until you were truly finished, your chest slowly rising and falling in a steadier rhythm again. the second you regained some of your strength you pulled her in for a deep kiss, before pushing her over to the empty space next to you, so you could straddle her, your hands resting on her freckled chest, her fingers wrapping around your wrists, smiling up at you, a sweet moment of looking at each other out of breath, enthralled and still high on endorphins.

breaking the silence, you asked her "so, what side of the bed do you like to sleep on?" she grinned, her eyes lowered,"is that your subtle way of asking me to stay over?" you just looked at her as she shook her head, laughing to herself, "funny, how you think you need to talk me into these things, because there´s hardly anything i would say no to, ever, if it´s you who´s asking" you smiled then, feeling her thumbs move over your skin in a soothing motion, "careful, you´ll regret saying that, you´ll get so sick of me, just wait" she grinned, shaking her head, "never, never in my life", a satisfied look on your exhausted but happy face.

she pulled you down to have you lay on her chest, her fingers running through your hair, feeling you relax into it, "my sweet girl" she whispered, placing a tender kiss on your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. both of you were glowing with love, feeling it all over, radiating off your bodies; how glad you were to have each other back.

[blushstarot]

PICK A CARD: how does your favorite character feel about you?

Anon request ^^ // what if you met your favorite character (or the first one you think of)? what will be their impression of you?

Pick whichever picture you feel more attracted to and skip to that pile.

Pile 1

ace of swords, the tower, six of pentacles.

They think that you're someone who is connected to them on an intellectual level, or at least that you have a similar mindset. They think really highly of you! They see you as this person who has faced difficulties but still manages to still be kind enough to help others when they need it. They may even see you as someone with great knowledge and wisdom, someone that is determined, assertive, has a sense of justice, and is always thinking of new things (ideas, projects, plans). And in some way that last thing also gives them the impression that you can let yourself fall in unrealistic goals and dreams.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 2

ace of cups (reversed), nine of swords, temperance (reversed).

I see you meeting in some kind of social event, it could be a party, or a fancy dinner, either way, it's a gathering where there's alcohol involved. And I get some negative emotions on their part, not towards you, but to the gathering itself, maybe they're not a very social person, or didn't like an aspect of the event so they didn't want to be there when they met you, and that made them, see you in a negative light for a while. When you tried to make small talk you noticed that something was bothering them, and after making some small talk you realized that it was better to leave them alone and not bother them. The next day, in retrospect, they probably thought about your interaction and started worrying that they came across like an asshole, or that they were too mean with you; so most likely they started to feel anxiety on what kind of impression they left on you, which probably caused them to overthink too much, to the point of having trouble sleeping or having nightmares. Because how would they not feel bad, this really nice person came to talk to them, probably looking to be friends, and we're really polite and understanding of them, even thought they were being really dry in the conversation and answering with an angry/annoying tone. They most likely would try to talk to you if they see you again, and hope to not come off as rude again, I get the feeling that they would like to be friends and apologize for your first conversation.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 3

Six of wands (reversed), queen of wands, ace of wands.

They approached you with I'll intentions at first, I'm not sure with what in mind exactly, but nothing too serious probably, maybe they wanted to make you a joke or just wanted to take advantage of you in a please-do-this-favor-for-me kind of way. But then when they got to know you more, they saw you as this very positive/optimistic person, really outgoing, wanting to help everyone, cheerful, and mature/wise. That made them reconsider their first impression of you (someone not so smart/easy to trick), and started treating you more genuinely and caring than before. I don't really see them coming clean on their own with what were their first intentions to approach you, but if you for some reason decide to ask them about it, they would tell you the truth and pray you forgive them so they can continue being your friend.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

This took so long because I decided to procrastinate instead of finishing this reading, it's been in the draft since the same day that I uploaded the last one, so I the first pile feels a little off compared to the other two, that's probably why.

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think.

Bye byeee ✨

You can find more of my PACs on my master list, and if you have any suggestions on future PACs you want to see me do, you can send me an ask.

[1425fivefive]

Fic Writer Interview 💕

tagged by @lovelylotusf1 & @foggieststars tysm for the tags 💕

How many works do you have on AO3?

9, which is a surprise to me. I swear I can only remember 3 things I've written at any given time. Every other fic does not exist to me.

What's your total AO3 word count?

126,149. I don't wanna talk about how much time I've spent writing this year (I haven't finished a book since July 🙃)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Don't Want Your Sympathy, Just Your Company (1,259)

Sexy to Someone (Is All I Really Want) (631)

Be Sweet for Me (Only Me) (631)

Feline Fever (575)

I Wouldn't Ask You (To Take Care of Me) (496)

To this day, I'm so surprised by how popular Sexy to Someone is (my first completed fic, featuring Carcar). Like the fact that it has equal kudo to my most popular Lestappen fic shocks me every time.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, always! I'm always so stunned and grateful someone's taken the time to leave a comment about my writing that like ... it would make me so sad not responding to them.

Sometimes it takes me longer, especially when they're comments on older fics, just because I don't really remember fics after I've written them (object permanence issues I guess) and I have to go back and reread a bit of it, especially if the comment is engaging with something specific about the fic

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Lmao as if I could write an angsty ending. Maybe Sexy to Someone, because it's sort of ambiguous what Oscar and Carlos's relationship is at the end of the fic (even though the sequel makes it clear these two bitches are certainly mutually obsessed and made for each other). But I just need people to be happy. I didn't realize I was such a romantic until I started writing fic

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Don't Want Your Sympathy. Oscar asking Lando, "I'm hoping to have you forever, if you'll let me," and Lando saying, "Forever sounds pretty good to me"?? This is the closest I will ever get to writing engagement or marriage in any of my fics

Do you write crossovers?

No!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Never, probably because I lock all my fics. I only receive hate for the opinions about drivers that people project onto me lmao

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I recently posted about how I feel like I should only write smut, so. Yes. I genuinely tried writing a fic without any smut (my Landoscar genie fic which is only 1,000 words away from being finished) but I got so bored and fed up I had to shelve it. I just. Love writing about sex and desire and shame and wanting someone so badly it makes you kind of wretched and pathetic. I would describe most of my smut as dealing with the mortifying ordeal of being known. Like the terrifying intensity of finding someone who fully matches your freak

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

This is so insane, but my friend and I in uni wrote joke fanfic about ... our lives starring like vaguely fictional versions of ourselves and people we had crushes on. We only shared it with each other and honestly like ... lock us up. She wrote me a fic for my birthday about me having a threesome with Aubrey Plaza and Adam Brody. Like we were really unwell

What's your all-time favorite ship?

All-time ship for me for years was Veronica and Logan from Veronica Mars, and it probably still is if I manage to completely ignore season 4. Within F1, my favorite ship to read is probably Galex or Maxiel (the quality of fic is just so high in those ships), but my favorite to write is Landoscar. I just think Landoscar are kind of pathetic losers (affectionate) around each other and it suits so many different tones in fics. A rich canon to draw from etc. etc.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Too many. Probably my Lestappen exes-to-lovers vacation fic. I realized it was just like ... too much work for a fic I wasn't that invested in. I might condense it and turn it into a oneshot with a few flashbacks interspersed.

What are your writing strengths?

Characterization and smut. Like I truly find writing sex so easy. And characterization (for most people, I find Charles weirdly hard) comes pretty easily just because I watch a lot of videos and like imagining how people would respond to different situations

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot plot plot. I hate planning fics. I have vibes and ideas and scenes and themes, but I despise figuring out how to get from point A to point B. Especially because I'll be writing a fic and think, "He would not fucking say that," but I need him to say it to make the plot work. So then I end up scrapping the plot because I can't bear to have people act out of character

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Lmao I get such secondhand embarrassment when I read my Carcar fics. Why was I having Carlos say those things? (My excuse is that my partner speaks Spanish and uses a lot of those nicknames for me so ... write what you know and all that)

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek Next Generation. I wrote a full screenplay of an episode when I was like nine where the ship computer became sentient and took over the ship

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Norstappen. I need it. I need to write it so bad. I just wrote a scene between Lando and Max in Learned Behavior (my current wip) and ... oh my god their dynamic is so awful and weird and delicious to me

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Don't Want Your Sympathy is the easy pick, just because it was so much work and I felt like I had no idea what I was doing, but so many people love that fic and reading it back I realized I also really like it, even if I felt an insane compulsion to edit it.

But my secret pick is Feline Fever. Like the porn in that is literally all of my kinks, and it was my first truly rarer pair to write and I felt like I was trying to dig for treasure with no map. It was so freeing to realize I could just do whatever I wanted with them because people didn't really know what to expect!

No pressure tagging @disarmd, @wedriftlikelonelyplanets, @utopiastri, and @beensinning if you all are interested!!

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Omfg 45 yesssss!

Kind of a continuation of another ask but, got any headcanons about her UMP45 and G36 relating to how they act around crushes?

(GFL) UMP45 and G36 around someone they like

Part 1 is here!

To get 45's attention, one has to truly make her feel at ease.

Due to a very troubled past for her and Squad 404, gaining her trust is not an easy feat.

At first she'll keep that ominous smile of hers always present, not letting that wall down for a second.

(UMP45) "Oh, sorry. Am I not allowed to look at humans? Hm, guess it would make anyone uncomfortable for a killing machine like me to stare."

When the person in question isn't driven away by her harsh jokes and comments, she's surprised. There weren't many who could stand her behavior.

The smile overtime becomes less forced, and more genuine. The ultimate sign of trust for 45 around the person she likes is where she doesn't feel the need to look behind her back when they're around.

Squad 404 could feel safe around them, which was a rarity. Only time that happened was Griffin's Commander and Angelia.

When she realized what she truly felt for them, she uncharacteristically becomes flustered around them, stuttering over her sentences or just becoming sentimental.

The way she confessed her feelings was indirect, and completely accidental.

(UMP45) "Would you like to have dinner with me...W-What?! It's nothing, forget I said anything!"

Time for yet another T-DOLL FUN FACT! TDFF 6: G36's scowl is present not because she's angry, but because she's focusing. Quoth the official wiki/artist's reasoning: Her overall serious/mean demeanor and slightly angry appearance is due to that she is known to suffer from hyperopia, she need to focus more to see objects close by without her glasses, the act of squinting gives her a slightly fierce look. 

While 36's only Master would remain the Commander, there were many people she liked at base.

And if one particular person caught her interest, it would be quite known. If they took their work seriously, or at the very least tried their best, it'd catch her attention.

But above all, it'd have to be their overwhelming kindness they give to others that gets her attention.

Once 36's normal duties are taken care of, she would go out of her way to see if they required any assistance on their tasks.

(G36) "Gutten tag. Are you performing your duties adequately? Do you need any meals cooked?"

Despite the scowl on her face, her voice and attitude is quite gentle, doubly so around the person of interest.

Her serious tone never fades, but her demeanor gets softer, always checking up on S/O and offering to do things like their laundry, cook meals, or even just have her breaks with them.

36 doesn't realize her feelings until the Commander tells her what she's experiencing is a "Crush".

Deciding to express it in the best way she knew how, she would make a German meal made with all the passion in her metaphorical heart, and deliver it to them personally.

All the while that scowl would be present, but their voice barely above a whisper.

(G36) "I made this for you...Do you have a moment? I'd like to speak about something important."

[saintsir4n]

2

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF MATURE CONTENT AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE

"CALI and I have always been friends. Her mum knew mine through modelling, then our dads realized they had a passion for shooting pheasants and watering plants." Felix relayed everything to his new friend Oliver. After the night at the Kings Arms, they had gotten close, extremely close. Oliver practically clung to his shadow. "People think she's this outgoing person, she is, but she's very kind, sometimes too much but she doesn't let it show."

"Is she scared of letting people in?" Oliver awkwardly shifted in his chair, surveying Felix's excitement whenever he talked about Calypso.

Felix shrugged, "Isn't everyone?"

"Not you," Felix chuckled at his retort. "But are you really friends? You act very close, India and Annabel shoot daggers at her whenever she walks into a room."

"They're possessive. But I don't really date."

"Wouldn't have guessed that. But you and Cali —" Felix's briefly hardening face made Oliver realize how true Farleigh's statement about her was. "Calypso," he corrected, "do you like her?"

"How could you not, look at her."

His tone was so enthusiastic, it was almost like she was in the room.

"I would but you'd have my eyes if I did for too long," Oliver joked, putting a warm smile on Felix's face.

After taking a long drag Felix replied, "She's not mine."

"But you want her to be?" Oliver subtly leaned in.

"Do I want to fuck her?" Felix laughed.

"Do you want to love her?" Oliver gingerly asked.

Felix already started, from when he noticed the scent of the shower gel she used to when she changed it to mango, he could've sworn that was his favoured flavour. The times her hair curls grew tighter with water and dripped with oil that her scalp absorbed. The giggle she let out at the show she was watching, Sex and the City, had a special place in her heart which Felix was forced to watch. All the instances she pushed up her glasses when they slid down her nose, pulled up her jeans that hung around her curves and flipped through pages of books she ranted to him about drew him closer, like Icarcus to the sea that caught him in the end.

Felix loved Calypso, possessively so.

___

Calypso danced like she and the music were one, the beat didn't move her, she controlled it, pulling at the drums, swaying to the symphonies and lip-syncing to the lyrics, putting on a show for all to see.

The strobe lights jumped around the room as she nodded her head, gossiping in the corner with Farleigh as he stared ahead, narrowing his eyes at how Felix catered to Oliver, shielding him from the cold eyes of their upperclassmen.

It was pathetic to him, seeing someone leach off his family.

"Come on Farls, dance with me," Calypso pulled him from the side, careful that his party hats didn't drop and twirled around him.

"Nice to see you in your fuck me pumps."

"They feel great," she teased, making him genuinely laugh as they pranced around, "It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter."

Farleigh dropped his dismay as he danced with the girl, "it's never over," they belted out the nineties hit.

"She's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever!" Calypso's eyes scanned the room, landing on Felix when she finished the lyric.

He had been staring the whole time, beaming at her until his attention was stolen again. Oliver whispered in his ear and suddenly his eyes were on him and so she decided to stroll over, leaving Farleigh to the bodies who surrounded him.

Her braided hair was decorated with golden Jewelry, the first thing that Oliver caught when she appeared in front of them.

"What are you two nonses yapping about?"

"You," Felix shamelessly admitted, wearing a police hat.

He put zero thought into his costume, unlike Calypso, who was dressed like a cowgirl, donning boots that touched her knees, thrilly brown shorts that left little to the imagination, just like her shirt that exposed her midriff and chest. Her hat and whip were lost the moment she started drinking, not that she minded.

Felix's heated gaze drifted to her necklace that she sported every single day.

She squatted in front of them, leaning against Felix's stretched legs, fueling his lust, making him pluck off his hat and place it on his lap.

Calypso instantly smirked.

"You did something to your hair," Oliver snapped out of the trance and pointed out.

"Well, at least someone noticed," Calypso jabbed, playfully glaring up at Felix who pouted.

"I told you that this morning Cali," he said, sitting up slightly.

"But not this hour. Anyway, I'll soon be off to find MJ. Let's hope she isn't getting molested by your freaky friends."

Felix scrunched up his face, "She doesn't swing that way."

"She does and if she didn't it wouldn't stop them," she pointed out, expanding her hand on his leg, drawing a sigh from him.

"You told me she was shagging Colton," he said breathily.

"No, it was Cade, apparently they met last month when the twins dropped by. But Caspian the little git fell in love."

Oliver interrupted them, "Do we go to school with them?"

Their moments made his palms sweat, he often didn't know where to look, so he shared his focus between them.

Calypso snorted, "Fuck no. I mean that in the most loving way. They're my brothers. All complete dopes."

"Three brothers?" Oliver questioned, intrigued.

"Six," the friends corrected, stunning the boy. Calypso further added, "All beginning with C, just like me. Do you have any siblings?"

Oliver quickly replied, "No."

"Lucky you. Cherish that gift. Promise me," Calypso jutted her bottom lip.

Felix slyly smirked, shooting a glance at meek Oliver.

Calypso knew her impact on people, especially men, it was overwhelming, sickly to unexpected victims but alluring and interesting to the right ones.

"I promise." Oliver nodded quickly, as her gaze returned to Felix.

"Annabel clearly wants you," she stated, drawing him to clench his jaw. "She's in need of a quick shag."

Oliver, who was shocked at how the pair were acting as if they didn't need the other, was quick to pawn him off to her competitors. Or he came to learn she wasn't in the running. She had already won.

Felix sarcastically smiled and gently pushed her off, letting her take her place on the sofa next to Oliver.

The two now watched him save Annabel from Jake on the opposite couch, smacking her arse on the way out.

"Well, what the fuck, mate? I've been chirsping her for about an hour. I wanted at least a handjob," Jake exclaimed, groaning into his hands.

Harry scoffed, "I know. We all want a fucking handjob, mate. Get yourself a title and a massive fuck off castle."

Oliver didn't expect to see a smirk on Calypso's face, that met her sanguine eyes.

"Are you – you're not mad?"

He didn't understand and grew more uneasy when she faced him, crossing her legs, causing his stare to drop to them.

"Because I know he fucks them to the thought of me," she revealed, finding pleasure in the whole ordeal.

"And that's something you like?"  he leaned closer, breathing in her mango scent, momentarily closing his big blue eyes, making her chuckle.

Calypso innocently told him, "Well... I do the same thing."

She laughed at his comically large gaze and quite frankly Oliver didn't know what to do.

"With them?" he squeaked.

"Why not? The pool for good shags around here is like a pond," Calypso gestured to their fellow students who she wasn't attracted to in the slightest. She then smacked a kiss to his cheek, staining the flushed skin as she rose from the couch, "Good night Oliver and make sure to tell Felix that for loyalty points, I know you need them."

She didn't spare him a glance when she strutted away, immediately being welcomed into Farleigh's circle who were dancing to Madonna's Vogue as Monika screamed her name.

"Cal!"

"Coming MJ!"

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a/n:

what do you think? keep commenting, i wanna know people's theories about the story.

https://pin.it/6CRef3fSp (vaguely how i imagine her costume) https://pin.it/3MHHGdJBm (how i imagine her hair for the night)

[soobrat]

siren iii

genre; humor, angst kinda glancing around the corner, suggestive

warnings; poorly edited, suggestive content, wine consumption, a lot of tension and corniness :)

preface; however I portray the idols in this work does NOT indicate my true feelings about them, and you hating them as characters here doesn't mean you hate the actual idol... because there will be characters you HATE

siren masterlist

“23 and you already have your own restaurant?” Roseanne nods, moderately impressed. Both of the men who came after Mingyu will have a very hard time wowing the room. While everyone is either focused on Mingyu or their chosen match, you find yourself entranced by the way Jaemin speaks. He’s bright, but not with an angelic glow. His smile is wide and his speaking boisterous. He’s the only guy who’s managed to steer the attention to himself so far whenever he makes a genuinely funny joke. Everyone has been awkward so far, noting the weather or making dad jokes. Whatever’s safe. Jaemin, however, seems to be completely uninhibited by fear of being disliked. He’s being himself right off the bat.

“For now. We’ll see how I’m handling those bills in a few years.” Jaemin tugs at his collar theatrically and you roll your eyes.

“You’re trying so hard not to brag.” You laugh prematurely when his eyes snap to you, knowing what’s coming next.

“Here you go again trying to force me to have bad character values.”

“I just want you to be honest.” You shrug.

“He’s clearly just a humble everyman.” Mingyu nudges you over the gap between the couches, forcing you to realize how active you’ve been in the conversation since Jaemin entered the house. You and Mingyu laugh as Jaemin vehemently agrees. You glance from Mingyu to the girls and get ensnared by Chaeyeon. She continues to stare even after you notice. You get chills, this being the first time she’s done anything other than staring at the floor or looking up at someone briefly.

“Let’s play a game.” Yizhuo bounces in her seat, moving forward to see everyone. “To get a good feel of your personalities.”

Everyone turns in toward Yizhuo, suddenly intrigued. “If you all were women, which of the guys would you date?” She says to the men in the room, making everyone hoot and holler. 

“I’d date Taehyun because he’s all mysterious.” Jaemin pipes up before anyone else had the chance to answer.

“Of course you answer first.” You fall back into bickering with Jaemin so seamlessly. He leans over and shrugs as if he needed to demonstrate any further how shameless he was.

“I’d pick Jake.” Mingyu states, ending his sentence abruptly with no emotion to hint at his motives. 

“Why?” Somi asks in utter confusion. You snort at the hint of distaste she lets fall through. You immediately clear your throat, Jaemin has made you too loose.

“Because he’s sweet, good boyfriend material I think.”

“Well I’d pick you.” Jake replies. “For obvious reasons.”

“I would too.” Yunho chuckles. “You’re very flashy.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, noting the frown that flickers onto Yunho’s face for a split second. Also the way Jake watched Roseanne intently after giving his answer.

“And you, Taehyun?” Roseanne peeks her head out, most likely realizing that she had forgotten he was there. With how quiet he was and how subdued his reactions are, it’s hard not to. Taehyun lifts his chin slightly, the first of the men to put genuine thought into his choice. He nods before uttering “Me”.

The room erupts in annoyance and boos. You cut your eyes at him. You never really had a reason to have negative feelings toward him, but they were hidden there. What he just did just dug those feelings up to the surface. You don’t notice you’re scowling at him until his eyes meet yours. You quickly look away. 

“Okay so two for Mingyu, two for Taehyun, and one for Jake.” Roseanne claps her hands together. “Interesting indeed.”

The tone is heard overhead again and everyone quiets up. 

“Singles! It’s time for your first group activity.”

Excitement is contagious as it flows around the room. Everyone either looks at someone of the same gender or inadvertently at that special someone. You look at Yizhuo who always has the cutest look of mischief and chuckle.

“A live feed of all of you has been put on our website for the public to see prior to official airings.”

A spark ignites the room, singing away all the excitement and leaving shock. This time panicked looks are sent to anyone whose eyes yours connect with. Rushed introspection is interrupted as the tv cuts on to play from the moment Jake was let into the house.

“The nature of this show encourages women to make the first move. For the first pairings, women will pick the activity they want and the man they wish to accompany them. However, according to audience input, the women will receive a prize or penalty depending on how much positive or negative comments they got. Welcome to Flipped Fling.”

Shock unwittingly mixes with amazement after the announcement finishes. You rub the chill bumps that form on your forearms away. The voice sounds again.

“Since she got the most positive feedback, ___,”

You stiffen as you hear gasps and feel eyes on you.

“You get first pick for the man you wish to accompany you. Please stand on the platform in front of the television.”

The edges of the platform illuminate as everyone reacts in intrigue. 

“You go girl!” Roseanne cheers you on as you stand up, Yizhuo and a couple of the guys join in. As you stand before everyone, you find it a little difficult to make a decision with all eyes on you like this. You drop filler onomatopoeia left and right as you look between all the men.

“You’re in the position to get whatever you want at the moment.” Chaeyeon speaks, her voice seeming to echo more than it should. It’s fuller than it usually is too as she stares into you. You need to get off this damn platform. You say the name of someone who will put you at ease and not start drama with a love triangle.

“I choose Na Jaemin.”

The light on the platform switches to green as a positive tone sounds. 

“You can now return to your seat.”

You hurriedly scurry back to the couch, heart racing as if you were just at gunpoint.

“There will be five tasks each couple will complete. Preparing dinner, designing a dress code, choosing the night’s playlist, decorating the dining area, and picking the nights wine at a one on one wine tasting.”

The television switches to a breathtaking vineyard with a very romantic seating area. The perfect scenery for a date. You would choose that one if you were already romantic with someone, right now it’d just be awkward.

“The first couple formed tonight will be going to the Kurnet vineyard as the first official date of the season.”

Disappointment fills the room as the illusion of choice is ripped away, everyone having to dump out their daydream of a moonlit wine date. You look over at Jaemin, the only person excited at the moment. The screen changes again, this time a wheel with the other four women’s names.

“This wheel will decide the order the rest of the women will go in. Except…”

You gasp as Somi is removed from the wheel.

“Receiving the most negative input, Somi will be going last.”

Somi scoffs, starting to defend herself only to give up and cross her arms as she realizes the choice has already been made.

“First to choose…”

The wheel spins, blurring every name before slowing between Chaeyeon and Yizhuo. It crawls until barely passing the line separating them, landing on Yizhuo. 

“Please stand at the platform to choose your man and activity.”

She giddily makes her way to the platform, immediately picking Jake and not caring how it makes her look. You can’t help but be charmed by how unabashedly excited she is. She chooses the playlist activity, which you would’ve picked if you had a choice. Listening to music means very little speaking with very little dead air. 

Next is Roseanne who chooses Yunho. Judging by how much more pissed Somi is after that choice, Yunho must have been her backup. 

Chaeyeon calmly makes her way to the platform, taking her sweet time throughout the entire process as if you all don’t know who she’s going to pick.

“I choose…. Um…. Mingyu.” She says with a look that suggests she’s still unsure. Regardless, she picks preparing dinner, which leaves Somi to decorate with Taehyun. The pairs are sent to their designated areas. You watch, noticing how only one pairing seems completely content, and it’s the one with the two most beautiful people there. Roseanne and Yizhuo are very pleased with their partner while they look elsewhere. 

You and Jaemin say goodbye to everyone else once it’s announced your ride is here. He locks his arm in yours, seemingly excited to get drunk off expensive wine.

-🖊️⇝

Fairy lights hang above you as you both follow the cobbled path toward your table. You’re happy you wore long sleeves or the pit of your elbow would be sweaty by now. The lights reflect like stars in Jaemin’s large eyes as he admires the vineyard. You giggle at him but it doesn’t distract him. As you’re seated, there’s a cart brought out with five bottles of wine.

You watch as the waiter(?) presents the first bottle before pouring a small amount into your glass. Before Jaemin gets his, he stops the waiter to get a better look at the bottle.

“A white wine first?” He asks, still examining the text as he gets his answer. As his glass is filled, he and the waiter chat about the color, how dark it is. Jaemin takes his glass by the stem and tilts it, staring intently. Not being able to garner what he’s amazed by, you copy him. As the liquid climbs up the glass, you notice how it almost completely obscures the grapes printed on your cloth napkins. You gasp, intrigued despite not exactly knowing what it means.

“You see that?” Jaemin’s eyes light up once he sees what you’re doing. You nod, looking back at the wine. 

“It’s definitely full bodied.” 

He lifts the glass upright, swirling it with his eyebrows knitted. You watch him in amusement while stifling your laughter. 

“That looks fun.”

“Of course, you’re not a connoisseur.” He pronounces the word with a botched italian accent which is the wrong language anyway. 

“Oh what, doing this,” You swirl your wine mockingly, “makes me a connoisseur?” You say with the correct french accent. Jaemin’s eyes widen, impressed.

“You sound so Italian.”

You’re no longer able to contain your laughter, setting your glass down and turning your head away and letting out a loud “Pfft-”

Jaemin sputters. “We’re going to be here all day. We have four more wines to get through.”

“You’re right.” You clear your throat, taking a sip from your glass. Your eyes blow wider. “Mmm!”

Jaemin is still sniffing at the damn wine. He finally takes a sip and shrugs. “It’s okay.”

“Seriously?” You go in for another sip. 

“I mean, it’s worth the insane price but it’s not really speaking to me.”

“Not even when you were snorting it just now?”

“Can we get the next wine please?” Jaemin makes sure not to laugh along with you in case he encourages you.

The next three wines you try to copy his goofy routine, nearly spilling the wine several times. 

“This is the final wine, Love Dolce.” The waiter says as he fills new glasses for the both of you.

A drawn “ooo” is pulled from the both of you.

“Based on the name alone?” Jaemin shoots you a look that you return, signaling that you’re on the same page. You’ve become accustomed to tilting the glass by now. This time, the dark color of the wine helps it completely obstructs anything below the gasp. Seeing your surprise, Jaemin does the same. “Wow.”

“It’s a pretty color.” You remark. 

“Looks like… garnet?” Jaemin tilts his head. 

“Pretty color name.”

He moves onto the swirling step, which he does so skillfully and fast. You huff, trying to match his expertise but you can’t. 

“Here, try this.” Jaemin says, amused. You feel your face get hot as you look up at him. How long was he watching you sulk and struggle? He sets his glass down and signals for you to do the same. He places his index and middle fingers on the foot of the glass, swirling it that way. You follow suit, finding it to still feel a little clunky. He reaches over and places his two fingers on top of yours. You go to pull away but he soothes you.

“It’s okay. Lemme show you.” He keeps his eyes trained on his fingers. Good thing he did, or else he’d see the dumb look on your face. He helps you bring up a steady, slow pace before eventually speeding up. A smile spreads wide across your face as the wine perfectly swirls around the glass.

“What does this do?” You feel compelled to ask, but you honestly just like watching it spin. 

“I have no clue.”

The two of you burst into laughter for the five millionth time that evening.

-🖊️⇝

When the two of you make it back to the house, there’s Frank Ocean playing on the speakers, a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen, and very messy decorations strewn about. Yizhuo welcomes you back and takes a look at the wine. 

“Ouu, fancy name.” Yizhuo relieves the wine from us and sets it on the kitchen counter. Jake is looking around from the couch, perking up all of a sudden. You initially think it’s because alcohol is here, but then you see two people coming down the stairs.

“The dress code is ready!” Roseanne sings, both her and Yunho in a very good mood.

“Food’s almost ready!” Chaeyeon matches Roseanne’s tone from the kitchen.

Roseanne takes to the platform with pieces of paper in her hands. “The theme we decided to go with are gem tones, and everyone has been assigned their own.”

She announces each tone as she hands them to the couples. Somi and Taehyun get midnight blue, Yizhuo and Jake get emerald green.

“We gave ourselves a sort of cool purple tone, and for you guys,” she approaches the two of you with a paper with the word “wine” written on it. “Wine, obviously. Last but not least, marigold for the golden couple.” Mingyu blushes as she approaches with their slip of paper. He looks down at Chaeyeon with pure glee, Chaeyeon looking back up with an unreadable grin. 

Once dinner is ready, the couples are sent upstairs to change. You take your only two options to a bathroom down the hall from your room.

“You pick anything out yet?” Jaemin stops you on your way, looking down at the clothes in your hand. “Lemme see.” You present him option A: a wool cardigan and beige skirt. The cardigan matches the “wine” theme better but is so itchy. But option B: a medium length satin dress with two seams that run diagonal, making an X through the dress. Where they intersect, a slit that is modest enough to not draw attention runs down. It’s more comfy, but it’s not quite “wine”.

“I pick B.”

“It doesn’t match our theme though, does it?”

“No, but look.” Jaemin moves his pick into view. It’s less deep of a red and warmer, just like the dress. You chew at your lip, still conflicted.

“They’re both garnet.” He raises his eyebrows at you. You inhale sharply, eyes flitting from your dress to his dress shirt. Your stomach starts doing cartwheels and you can feel your body heat up. It’s only day one and you have an inside joke with someone of the opposite sex. You don’t know the last time you clicked with a guy like this, it just always felt like they were putting up with you.

“Okay. B it is.” You hoist the dress up to drive home your choice and open the bathroom door. Jaemin places a hand on your shoulder and you stop. When you turn to look at him, his eyes are dark and he has an impish grin on his face.

“Should we get dressed together?” He quirks one of his eyebrows. Your heart thumps so fast it feels like it’s one continuous motion. You shove at his shoulders. 

“T-the cameras!” The camera men who usually follow you around are off filming another couple, but you spot one mounted on the wall, pointing directly at the two of you.

“It’s okay. I actually read the contract. Since they marketed this show as a sexless dating show, they agreed to dispose of any footage related to sex. Even if we say the word “sex” they have to get rid of it.” His tone seems lighter now, he was clearly only saying that to rile you up and you played right into his hand. Your heart calms a bit, but there’s still a glint in his eye. Like he’s checking to see if you’d actually be down. His eyes flicker down to your lips.

The door to the women’s bedroom opening makes you jump. You shove at him again, muttering at him to go get dressed.

When you and Jaemin are both downstairs again, wearing your not-wine-colored outfits, you’re directed to seats chosen for you. You’re put in the middle of the girls’ side.

“For being the top girl.” Chaeyeon pushes in your chair slightly. You look up at Jaemin who’s directly across from you. His eyes are following Chaeyeon as she goes to sit down. You look between them until she’s finally seated, only then do you release the breath you’ve been holding.

“The first course is a cranberry walnut salad.” Mingyu announces as he sets one bowl down at the right side of the table. 

“Course?” Roseanne asks as he sets the other at the opposite end. 

“We were told to come up with a menu, so.” Mingyu shrugs, his ego prematurely inflated.

The air is a bit tense as you eat. It’s the first time you’ve all been together since you first came. New information has been learned since then. People are taking hints, feeling bitter they didn’t get to be with who they truly wanted to be with, and feeling determined to convince their target. Seems like the latter is the strongest emotion.

“Roseanne, I love the color you picked out.” Jake’s practically wagging his tail.

“Yeah, I think it looks really good on him.” Yizhuo’s comment is a bit more shy. Regardless, the air is back to being tense after two compliments with two very different purposes. 

Somi clears her throat. “You’re so good at cooking, Mingyu! Oh my god.”

“Thanks. I mean a salad is kinda just throwing things together, wait until the next course.” If this were a normal circumstance where people would prioritize making a conversation function, Mingyu’s wink would have been directed at Somi. You know, the person he’s speaking to. But he winks at Chaeyeon and Somi unknowingly scowls. You hide your face in your hands, the tension officially too much to bear. 

“Wine anyone?” Taehyun offers, raising the bottle in the air. Many people pipe up to have it passed to them. Being drunk only makes you more anxious only to throw up, so you pass on any more. Taehyun speaking brings your attention back to him. He is the only one without a clear target so far. He’s not watching anyone, just sipping his wine and eating his salad. Even during the next course– steak and garlic mashed potatoes– he seems to be just enjoying his food.

“Chaeyeon, how did you go about preparing this?” Yunho pipes up. 

“Mingyu did the cooking. I tried cooking some of the steak because I thought it’d be fun. I’m sorry if it tastes funny.” Chaeyeon’s head doesn’t get the chance to droop as the room ignites to cheer her up. Namely Mingyu, Yunho, and… Jaemin. His is understated, but still noticeable.

“Look, even the chef doesn’t think so.” Mingyu plants a hand on Chaeyeon’s back, a move that neither Somi nor Yunho miss.

“Okay.” Chaeyeon nods, smiling shyly. 

Chaeyeon. Chaeyeon. Roseanne. Jake. Chaeyeon. Chaeyeon. 

Their names are called again and again by the same people. The only reason we’re not hearing “Mingyu” is because Somi is sulking; and we’re not hearing “Yunho” because Roseanne isn’t wearing her heart on her sleeve. That leaves you, Chaeyeon, Jaemin, and Taehyun. 

Chaeyeon doesn’t even get a chance to spark a conversation with the two men bombarding her. Jaemin… well he hasn’t really spoken much. Not to you or anyone. And Taehyun–

You get startled by Taehyun’s gaze being settled on you again. This time, controlled by your curiosity, you hold his gaze. He seems to be examining you as much as you’re examining him. You learn no new information about Mr. Personal Trainer Kang Taehyun.

It’s time for Desert and Chaeyeon announces she’s full. Yizhuo, even quieter this time, agrees. 

“Whew!” Roseanne places her cloth napkin on the table. “Maybe we’ll save the ice cream for tomorrow. I’ll help with the dishes.” She takes the ice cream in the kitchen, not even giving you or Somi the chance to be unladylike and gorge yourselves. Despite you really wanting to. Chaeyeon tries to help clean the dishes but Roseanne shoos her away, saying she did enough by cooking. She accepts this with very little convincing, which means Mingyu and Yunho are no longer making their way to the kitchen. They instead follow Chaeyeon, disappearing up the stairs. 

Feeling no urge to go upstairs, you go help Roseanne. Your heart jumps when Jaemin does the same, brain chugging when Taehyun pops in as well. It’s a given that Jake comes, but sadly, Yizhuo retreats upstairs. Your chest constricts watching her, hoping she doesn't give up.

With the five of you, the mountain of dishes feel less daunting. Jake is watching Roseanne intently as he makes the soapy water. Your people watching is cut short by something white rising up and entering your vision. You gasp as a mountain of bubbles stretches up from the sink. Jake turns his attention back to his task, realizing he’s been dumping dish soap under the running water. He quickly shuts off the water, panicking as he takes in the bubble mountain. 

You laugh loudly, trying to stop so you can help him out. “It’s okay, we can use the dishes to pack it down.” You squeeze out. You go to pick up a plate but Jaemin stops you. “Wait a sec.”

You watch him in confusion as he takes a handful of the airy bubbles. He cradles them carefully before catapulting them into your face. You sputter as everyone around you laughs. You shoot him a death glare before arming yourself.

Washing the dishes has quickly turned into two children playing with bubbles. Jake pauses his amusement to shoot a cautious glance at Roseanne. She’s looking on in disbelief, trying and failing to contain her own amusement. Jake grabs his own handful and places it on top of Roseanne’s head. Jake is quickly mortified as Roseanne gasps, realizing he chose the worst place. Messing up her hair could be a huge dick move. His mortification is soothed after she takes those same bubbles and throws them toward him.

Instead of packing the bubbles down, they end up decreasing from time passing and being scooped up. Taehyun watches with his arms crossed, leaning on the counter and shaking his head. He dips his head to laugh as some gets in your mouth. You step back, trying to gain your bearings but end up slipping on the floor that’s much more slippery now. You nearly bash your head on the floor but Taehyun reaches out and grabs you. He hoists you up until your back is against his chest. Your heart is pounding because of the adrenaline and you try to catch your breath. That never happens as your brain focuses on how firm Taehyun’s chest is and how strong his arms feel hooked under your armpits. You slide away and thank him. 

“Okay let’s actually do what we came here to do.” Roseanne sets her hands on her hips to try and calm herself.

-🖊️⇝

“Who are you guys interested in?”

Why Somi asks this after how dinner went is beyond you. 

“I’m not sure yet.” Roseanne’s smooth Australian voice makes you forgive her blatant lie. Unless one bubble fight was enough to move her heart. 

“I think Jake is very sweet.” Yizhuo breaks free from her catatonic state to reveal her true feelings. “He’s my dream guy.”

“Mingyu’s very very very hot.” Somi sounds like she’s mourning and yearning at the same time. “God I want him so bad.”

The room goes quiet, and you watch Chaeyeon expecting her to go first. 

“Chaeyeon is pretty popular though, huh?” Roseanne laughs. 

“It seems like two guys like you.” Yizhuo comments wistfully. 

“Yeah.” Somi mutters, picking at her nails.

“But I think two guys like you too.” Roseanne turns toward you. You lift slightly with confusion and shock evident on your face. When that doesn’t help you out, you point at yourself. 

“Yeah. Jaemin said he had fun with you after you went upstairs. And I think Taehyun is interested too.”

“No way.” You shake your head, trying to do the math yourself. Jaemin plays around with you like a sibling. Except for that one thing. And Taehyun? He clearly likes nobody.

“I honestly think neither of them like me.” You squint once the picture doesn’t get clearer.

“I saw Taehyun staring at you a couple times.” Roseanne states. 

“Really? I…”

“I saw you guys staring at each other during dinner. Did you somehow miss that too?” Somi asks sarcastically. 

“Yeah but…” You guess you don’t really know what he’s thinking. Then your brain reflects back to how he felt against you. What if you had pushed your ass back–

“Goodnight!” You shout, turning off the lamp by your bed. The damn tone sounds over the speakers and everyone groans.

“Don’t go to sleep just yet, singles! Ladies, there is a piece of paper, an envelope, and a pen. Please write a letter to the man you want to match up with. Stick the letter into the envelope and address it to him. But don’t reveal who you are! Make him feel who it’s from.”

siren masterlist

[bisexualspongebob]

i want to know y’alls genuine opinion to this. it’s a bit of a long read so it’ll mean a lot to me to get some help. no joke replies please, it’s related to relationships so if you have knowledge with that i’d appreciate any input.

so obviously i fell hard for my fwb. i hung out with him a good amount the first two weeks i got to know him, then he went on vacation for another week, then got sick for another week and i missed him dearly. we’ve hung out again a few times so far after he recovered. i took him out on a date on friday and it was fun.

i was heavily interested in pursuing a romantic relationship for the first month i’ve known him. however, the past few days i’ve been losing interest. he never initiates casual text conversations, he never opens up about his emotions, he would leave me on read sometimes for days. i always ask for consent with pda and affection and but the way he says yes and his body language usually looks uncomfortable. he can’t reciprocate the amount of affection i give him when we’re not physically together.

what do i like about him? he’s sweet. he’s intelligent. he’s a nerd. i find his shyness very endearing (even though funnily he came off very confident and cocky when he first texted me). he’s not the most experienced in bed (still good enough that i enjoy it), but i appreciate his enthusiasm and willingness to get better. i love cooking with him. hanging out with him is fun. i like seeing him open up to me the more we hang out, even if a bit slowly. i think he’s real cute. he’s been there for me when i needed someone. he even came to my birthday party when i’ve only known him for a week at the time.

but while he’s not there, i imagine myself with a version of himself with all his best qualities + the qualities i want to see. and it of course worsened when i didn’t get to see him for two weeks. i always have a big imagination and tend to apply it to my life, not just my creative work. so i tend to have a warped perception of reality.

i realized before our date that i’m not interested anymore in pursuing a romantic relationship. i run fast, and i don’t want to slow down for someone who’s not willing to catch up to me. i kept shaming myself for loving too hard but i’m not going to do that anymore.

however, even with this realization, i still am thinking about him quite a lot. last night i realized that yeah i’m still very much into him no matter how much i distance myself from him. and i just don’t know why. i don’t know why i can’t detach myself from him. i think a lot of it could be because this feels the closest i have gotten to a relationship where we’re both into each other and i’ve been craving a relationship for years. i meet a lot of great people, and he’s one of the few who actually reached out to me again after our first time.

and last night he gave me something i was seeking from him since we started to become friends. we played pizza tower at my place friday night after a fun time at the barcade, and we had so much fun. last night he sent me a casual text about pizza tower of all things, and it made me happy.

so maybe he needs a lot of time to open up and start reciprocating the effort. i wear my heart on my sleeve and love quick, but i guess a lot of people aren’t like that.

so i have a million questions. what do i do? do i keep being myself and text him more regularly? should i tone down and let him open up go me naturally? should i back off if his body language looks uncomfortable but he says yes?

but the bigger questions are. how do i ask him what he wants? how do i ask him if he wants to continue with our current route or wants to start dating? will he make the time and effort if we start dating? can he start picking up the pace? do i make him meet all my expectations or is that too much to ask? does meeting him in the middle mean i’m settling for less? how do i get the courage to talk to him about feelings (which by the way he said he’s receptive to having a conversation about and thinks is important)? will he still want to be friends if we stop having sex (he told me he does think that friends is an important part of fwbs)?

it’s so much to think about. and it’s all i can think about. my friends still enjoy hanging out with me but i feel like a debbie downer when the thoughts of him outwardly consume me and i can’t be present with my friends.

i’m just asking for help. asking for a friend. what do i do? how do i navigate this? i just feel so lost.

[vintage-brass-tc]

Dump About Yesterday’s Concert <3

They both looked so dashing in their formal attire, Mr. U’s smooth velvet vest hugging his waist comfortably and pairing so nicely with his pale blue, tighter-than-usual jeans, and Mr. M’s dark gray suit bringing out his professionalism and dark stubble and eyes. Their outfits made both of them look charmingly distinguished and handsome, making me swoon upon my first laying my gaze upon them. ❤️

Immense gushing below…. you have been warned!!!

All bands were required to stay for every performance. I performed third and fourth in a program presenting five bands.

In the crowd, when I was sat, Mr. U walked down the aisle between seats, stopping at the chair just in front of me, his long, thin baton in one folded hand, which then supported the weight of his body as it leaned onto the back of the chair. He spoke in a silent tone, just above a whisper as he regarded a certain section, scanning his eyes across the two rows until his gaze landed on me… and lingered. It was a simple stare, almost gentle and soothing, until he shook himself out of it and realized what he was saying didn’t apply to me, asking himself why the section didn’t just sit together.

Following that tiny slip-up, he looked at the right people this time and gave them all specific instructions, then told them not to crack their notes. He then made a quip about what would happen if they did crack, letting his quiet voice strain as he gave them an empty threat, giving his baton a quick glance before turning it around in his hand to thrust it just shy of his chest in an impaling fashion.

When I giggled at his gesture, looking up at his endearing, comedic, toothy smile, my lips tugging towards my ears in my own smile, wide and happy, he backed away from his seat, satisfied with all of the happy reactions he got. In the next moment, his eyes landed on me. It lasted a second at most, but it felt like an hour, his gaze so… nurturing. His toothy smile was so relaxed, so beautiful. I maintained his eye contact, deeply hoping my admiration and love for him and his simple humor was communicated, then, still smiling, his gaze shifted to the wall. He moved further towards the back. By the end of the performance, before Mr. U’s band— I hadn’t noticed— he was standing right behind my shoulder for… God knows how long. <3

Now, when Mr. U’s band was setting up onstage, Mr. M had walked down the aisle, his gaze setting on me and staying there until he stopped at the row in front of me, just as Mr. U did. He smiled at me as he made a joking statement to the row, and then he went to sit behind me.

When was our turn to set up, and we went onstage, Mr. M’s smile illuminated the stage much brighter than the spotlight in my eyes, its gracious, lighthearted, patient nature, paired with those big, dark, soft eyes of his boring their way into my heart. When the time came for us to perform, always made sure to look my way whenever we really made music, and his smile… oh my gosh, his smile was so, so beautiful.

When he were finished, too, he walked past me a couple of times, and I couldn’t help but grin… because every time, in the corner of my eye, I could see him looking at me in my black dress and smiling such a genuine smile. I’d meet his eye with a similar smile every time, but, again— and I know I’m repeating myself— his smile was so adoring, so tender, so gentle and kind. He didn’t wait to compliment me after I complimented him on a job well done. :)

Now, it was time for me to perform with the jazz ensemble, and the whole time, Mr. U just kept looking at me, and he ensured that I was ready before every performance, letting his gaze grill me for an additional second or two every time I had told him that, yes, I was ready to start playing our next piece. I felt so composed, so in control of myself, and I had one of my best reps yet in that performance. It felt really great, and I’m really excited to see what Mr. U says about it on Monday.

All in all, they looked gorgeous, and we shared some beautiful looks and moments. I’m so happy. ❤️

[murdersheswriting]

5+1

Five times Daichi wanted to kiss Suga and one time he did. Also known as Daichi realizes he's bisexual.

Status: Complete

Chapter One

"Daichi learned that it wasn’t just the sunlight behind him that made Suga glow. His kindness was palpable, and his laugh made Daichi feel sometimes like they were the only people in the room."

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“It’s T-H-E-R-E not T-H-E-I-R" Suga said leaning over Daichi’s shoulder to look at his English homework.  

“Shit, you’re right,” Daichi cursed as he corrected his spelling. “How are you so much better than me at English? I’m just trying to get the grammar correct and you’re catching spelling?” 

“I’m not that great, it’s just a really common spelling mistake so I try to check for it.” Suga returned to his own homework and was about to begin proofreading his English answers when Daichi interrupted. 

“You’re so much better than me at everything. English, literature, history, science, I know you’re getting top marks.” 

“Mmm what can I say? It’s hard being a genius” Suga teased. Daichi chuckled and nudged Suga with his elbow. 

“Don’t let it go to your head now!”  

“I kid! I’m really not as smart as you think I am. You’re kicking my ass in math right now, and I’m only good at science when we’re talking about the broad conceptual stuff, chemistry can go to hell,” Suga scooted back from the folding table they had set up in his bedroom and leaned back onto the soft rug on the floor. “Besides, I’m good at school but you’re better than me at literally everything else” 

Daichi turned to look at his friend lying on the ground, his hazel eyes staring at the ceiling. Suga's silver hair splayed out around his head like a halo making him look absolutely angelic. Even without his hair halo Daichi thought he looked like an angel.  

----- 

He remembered the day he met Suga, just 5 months prior on the first day of his first year of high school. Daichi had gotten a little bit lost in the new building which was so much larger than his junior high. He made it on time but just barely.  

“Ah last but not least, Sawamura Daichi?” asked the teacher.  

“Yes sensei,” Daichi replied with a bow 

In that seat Daichi learned that it wasn’t just the sunlight behind him that made Suga glow. His kindness was palpable, and his laugh made Daichi feel sometimes like they were the only people in the room. He was thrilled when he learned that Suga was also joining the volleyball club, since then the two of them had been inseparable.  

“You may take your seat” He motioned to the last remaining empty chair. The desks were grouped in pairs and his desk partner was sitting in the seat closer to the window. Sunlight streamed in from behind his partner encasing the boy in a bright glow. When Daichi met his eyes, his desk partner flashed him the biggest and most genuine smile he had ever seen. He made his way to the desk and set his bag on the floor before sliding into his seat.  

“Hi, I’m Sugawara Koushi, or Suga if you’d like”, the boy Daichi now knew as Suga greeted him.  

----- 

“What do you mean?” Daichi asked his friend on the floor. Suga's tone turned from the lighthearted joking of before to something more serious. 

“I don’t know, you’re just better at the actually important things like talking to people and making friends. You and Asahi are my only friends, and you know like everyone in the whole school,” Suga covered his face with his hands. “And you talk to our upperclassmen so easily, I get so intimidated by them. You’re cool and confident and so much better than me at volleyball!” 

“Hey, Suga” Daichi pulled Suga's hands from his face and held them in his lap, an action that may have been too intimate had Suga not been his best friend. “First of all, I’m not better than you at volleyball, you’re a brilliant setter. Second, I’m not as confident as you think I am. Remember you were the one who was all friendly and talkative the first day of school.” Suga pulled his hands back from Daichi’s lap and clasped them on his own chest. Suddenly the absence of Suga's hands was the only thing he could feel in his.  

“Well yeah ‘cause you were the last one there and I felt bad dumbass” Suga laughed 

“Hey!” Daichi ruffled Suga's soft grey hair. “You made it less embarrassing, if you hadn’t been friendly right away, I would have just sat there and cringed at myself over and over” 

“So I was your savior, your prince in shining school uniform?” Suga teased. 

“I’m serious Suga” Daichi said, resting his hand on the floor just close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his friend but not close enough to touch. He stared out Suga’s bedroom window while he spoke, “You might not be friends with everyone, but the people you are friends with...you make them feel really special. You’re a good friend,” He turned to look at Suga to find the boy already looking at him. His hazel eyes soft and full of care. “You’re my best friend.”  

“You’re my best friend too, Daichi” Suga said staring up at him. The expression on his face was soft and sweet and made something stir in Daichi’s stomach. His greatest impulse in that moment was to lean forward and give Suga a kiss on the cheek, and he didn’t know why.