#why wouldn’t she ask the group to hang out all together again?

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[godslino]

HARD LAUNCH | minho drabble. established relationship.

“Do you guys have french fries?”

“Minho.” you hiss, nudging his shin beneath the table.

He cocks an eyebrow before turning back to the waitress. She smiles softly, laughing at the two of you. 

“We do, yes.” 

“Wonderful,” Minho grins, “We’ll have a side order of those too.”

“Perfect. I’ll put that in for you guys and check back soon.” The waitress says happily, collecting the menus and scurrying off to tend to another table.

As soon as she’s out of earshot, you groan, covering your face with your hands. 

“Why would you do that?” 

Minho chuckles, shakes his head probably. You wouldn’t know since you can’t see him.

“Do what?”

Still using one hand to cover your eyes, you pull the other away, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction. “I told you I’d be fine. Why’d you have to ask for french fries? That’s so embarrassing.”

Minho hums. Unbothered. “You know what’s worse?”

“Literally nothing.” you mumble, returning your other hand to your face. It only serves to muffle your voice more. “This is humiliating. We’re in a nice restaurant and you ordered french fries because of me. Oh God. I’m going to hide in the bathroom.”

A good choice, you think. Minho’s in god damn slacks for crying out loud. Every second that passes is another second that your pity order of french fries is probably spending in the deep fryer, right next to the lobster tail and shrimp tartar that everyone else has a mature enough palate to eat. 

Before you can move to get up and make a beeline for the toilet, you feel Minho’s fingers wrap around your wrists, pulling until your hands give way to your face. You crack one eye open and then the other, his amused expression coming into view.

“What’s worse than ordering french fries is me knowing you’ll be hungry if there isn’t something familiar for you on the table.” he says pointedly, like your reason for feeling embarrassed is unnecessary. “Besides, who said I didn’t want any?”

“Min, look around,” you say, turning your head to glance at the room, “The napkins are cloth. Cloth! Nicer than my bed sheets. We can’t be seen eating french fries in a place like this. I told you I’d be—”

“—fine. Because as long as you’re here I can do anything.” Minho recites, word for word, cutting you off. 

Heat rushes to your cheeks immediately, spreads like wildfire when Minho smiles and leans on to his forearms. His button up tightens over his shoulders, hugs his arms, sleeves rolled up to the elbow.

“Just like how you’re doing this for me, let me do something for you.” 

You and Minho have been seeing each other for four months now, but even at that, you’re still not used to his straightforwardness. 

Seeing Minho has been nothing short of a dream. What started as just interacting at parties because of mutual friends eventually gave way to him asking for your number, and then hanging out separate from your friend group, until one day he plucked up the courage to ask you out. Since then, the two of you have been inseparable, always spending every free moment together. Laughing, talking, even sometimes just existing in the same space. It’s nice. So, so nice.

“Shouldn’t I be the one blushing right now?” Minho teases.

“Shut up.” you say, tearing your gaze away from him.

He laughs again before reaching out and placing a hand on top of yours. Soft. Minho is unbelievably soft.

It’s the thing you love the most about him. But more than that, more than the delicate skin of his fingers or the brush of his lips against yours, you love the softness of his eyes.

Minho is hard to crack, his emotions shrouded most of the time. Not that he wants to be, but because that’s just how he operates, or so you’ve learned. 

But despite all of that, his eyes are a dead giveaway. When he’s looking at pictures of his cats, or staring at you from across the room, or right now as steaming plates of some of the finest cuisine Seoul has to offer are being placed in front of him.

“Holy shit.” he whispers, staring in awe as the waitress walks away from the table.

“Is it rude for me to take a picture? Like, would anyone get offended?” 

Minho scoffs. “Babe, I would be offended if you didn’t document this right now.”

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, pulling out your phone.

“Do I get to be in it this time?”

You look up to find Minho pouting across the table. Another thing about your relationship— nobody knows yet. 

You’ve been teasing about the possibility of a boyfriend for two months now, you and Minho only having made it official about a few weeks ago. The most anyone has been able to see are carefully positioned photos where only his hand or other inconspicuous parts of him are visible.

It’s not that you don’t want people to know. It’s just hard with his job and all. Privacy reasons.

"For someone who likes to claim that people won't give me a hard time because of your fame you sure do seem eager to test that theory."

Minho smiles mischievously. “Well, yes. But I’m also waiting because I want to show you off.”

You busy yourself with opening your camera app to stop the heat creeping up your neck. “Yeah, yeah. You big flirt.”

Minho laughs but obliges, scoots back to let you get a good few pictures of the food. 

Photos aren’t enough to do it justice, though. So you opt for a video, scanning the table with your camera, only the bottom half of his torso visible across the table. A silk white button up only three-fourths of the way buttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows.

Minho watches silently, his face unreadable. And then, at the last second, he dips his head down so fast you don’t even realize what’s happening until his face is fully in the shot, a shit-eating grin pushing his eyes into crescent moons.

“Min!” you laugh, ending the recording. 

He chuckles, straightening back out. “Post it.”

“Are you insane?”

“No, but I’m going to be if you don’t post it and then eat with me.” He nudges the plate of french fries towards you. “Come on.”

“You really want me to post it? You’re sure?”

Minho smiles. Soft. “Never been more sure about anything in my life.” he says, neither of you willing to address the weight of his words.

He grabs your hand, plants a kiss on the back of your knuckles. The resulting flip of your stomach is enough to give you the courage to hit post and tuck your phone away.

Whatever happens, you’ll deal with it later. Together.

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More than Vampiric Charms (Astarion x Tav)

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Summary: After some banter between Astarion and Jaheira goes too far, you (Tav) take some time to remind Astarion that he is so much more than a pair of fangs.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Comfort, Vampire Spawn Astarion, set in Act 3, Astarion is Bad at Feelings, Blood, Blood Drunk, blood as a coping mechanism

A/N: Thank you to everyone who voted for this banter in my last poll! This was a fun one c:

Word count: ~3.2k

Walking through the streets of Baldur's Gate is always an adventure with your group– a particularly fraught adventure on this day, as Jaheira and Astarion seem hellsbent on trading barbs.

It had started out playfully enough, with a snide remark from Astarion, "Oh that building used to be a delightful little sweets shop about a hundred years ago. Though I suppose the crone would remember that, wouldn’t she?”

Jaheira, used to remarks about her age, often being the one to start them, was ready with a quick quip back, “Was that before or after your hair turned gray? With my old age, I can never remember.”

Astarion visibility bit back a remark about this being his natural hair color when you glared back at both of them. “Could we focus a bit please? You two can reminisce after we’ve seen to this latest bloody basement.”

One trail of blood, a disgusting array of corpses, and a piece of clown later and the two of them were at it again.

“Jaheira,” Astarion had started in a light tone– a clear indicator that he had no intent to focus. “Have you considered taking on the role of Dribbles the clown yourself? The makeup might help cover all those pesky wrinkles.”

The druid had snickered, appreciating the comment, and shot back, “I think you would be better suited to the role, given you are already a fool.”

That time, Karlach had interrupted, “Don’t either of you dare! No one could replace this Baldurian hero.”

“Which is exactly why we’re helping to piece him back together,” you’d confirmed with a nod. “Besides, you’re both cranky enough to make the children weep.”

“Darling!” Astarion had gasped, an offended hand on his chest. “How could you say that about me?”

You’d ignored his question, instead choosing to deposit a quick kiss on his pursed lips. A soft, effective bandaid that left the man with crossed arms and a reluctant smile. 

Moments later, you were ushering the group out of the building and into the city. Insults forgotten, everyone began trudging the familiar path back to the Elfsong to clean up.

Now, along this very path, you hear Jaheira strike up a new conversation with Astarion– one that has your ears perking up, even as you continue to lead the way ahead.

“It seems that you and our leader are closer than ever,” the woman observes, a smile in her voice.

There’s a moment of silence, and you can practically see Astarion’s suspicious expression in your mind’s eye as he assesses the situation. “Yes, you could say that,” he finally replies. “What can I say? I am, after all, quite charming.”

“I am glad it is your non-vampiric charms our friend has fallen for, Astarion.” A short, thoughtful pause follows before she asks, “It is, isn’t it?”

“Of course,” Astarion responds, his voice reaching a comically high pitch– one that almost makes you laugh. You want to hear this conversation more than most though, so not a sound escapes your lips. The vampire scoffs before he continues. "Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?"

There’s a clear hesitation as Astarion’s words hang in the air.

You wonder why Jaheira isn’t responding, what her expression must be– but before you can turn around to find out more, Astarion is speaking again.

“If you insist on prying,” he starts, clearing his throat a bit pointedly. “Perhaps you’d care to join us. And see how much we enjoy one another.”

The insinuation in his tone is almost enough to have you spinning around– teasing Karlach or Shadowheart is one thing, but Jaheira? Gods, you can feel the heat rising up your neck– “Why?” Jaheira snaps back. “Do you require some instruction on how the deed is done?”

“I’m sure even I could learn some new tricks from an old veteran such as yourself,” Astarion replies, mirth shining through in his tone.

Wait, is he actually inviting her?

You know you need to stop this conversation before it mortifies you any further. “Stop it, both of you!” you say, turning your head back, trying your best to keep a stern, not-at-all embarrassed expression on your face. “We don’t need the next installment of ‘Love at First Knife’ getting any more convoluted.”

There’s some grumbling from Astarion, an amused smile from Jaheira, and a chortle from Karlach, but otherwise your group makes it back to the Elfsong without tearing each other– or their clothes– apart.

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That evening, Astarion slips away.

It’s not an unusual occurrence– some days his hunger is harder to ignore than others, on some you hadn’t found nearly enough evil to suck dry. Ultimately, he never wanted to take too much blood from you, so he chooses to forage as he has taken to calling it.

As a result, you think nothing of it at first, settling into bed after dinner with a book propped between your hands. After all, Cazador is dead, and Astarion is more than capable of taking down some of the most fearsome enemies in the city– he should take all the time he needs to himself.

But the hours pass, and Astarion has yet to return. The candles around you begin to dwindle, words begin to swim on a page you haven’t turned in quite some time, and sleep slowly but surely starts to drag your eyelids down.

It has almost claimed you when the door to your shared room at the Elfsong slams shut. You hear groans from around the room as those who were similarly drifting off to bed are shocked awake, everyone expecting yet another unwelcome visitor. You almost don’t have time to react before an armor-clad vampire lands atop of you.

You do react though, instinctively striking at the man with the spine of your book, a loud ‘thwack’ letting you know that your contact was true.

“Oof,” Astarion mutters, now fully splayed across your torso like a stretching cat. “Darling, must you be so violent?”

“Astarion?” you ask, putting down your book, shaking off the beginning throes of sleep as you realize what’s transpired. “Weapons down everyone, it’s Astarion.”

After a few affirmative grumbles from around the room, you turn your attention back to the vampire, “Are you alright? Did you get injured?”

“Mmm,” he murmurs, burying his face in your blanket, and rubbing at the spot where you’d hit him. “Nothing's the matter. Everything is perfectly dandy.”

His words slur though and something seems to be amiss. His movements are fluid, his body weight is completely and utterly relaxed onto you.

Almost as if…

“Are you… drunk?” you haven’t seen him like this since the bear he drank near the grove. When you’d asked him the question then, he’d shrugged it off– but it was certainly the closest to drunk you’d ever seen him.

“Not strictly speaking, no…” he drolls, tilting his head slightly to stare at you with one eye. His cheeks are flushed, a telltale sign of his recent feeding, and his eye is glazed over, its blissful sheen telling you all that you need to know.

“Have a good dinner, did you?” you ask, smiling down at him wearily. You can hardly fault him for indulging, especially after the couple of weeks you’ve had.

He chuckles, his one visible eye crinkling a bit. “Oh yes. A rather large bugbear. Hardly knew what bit him.”

You run a hand through Astarion’s hair, and respond, “Well done, my sweet, bloodthirsty vampire.”

Normally, such sweet words of unabashed ​​flattery would elicit a smile, a laugh, maybe even a kiss– but tonight Astarion freezes under your touch, his eye going wide before he tucks his face back into the bedding.

“Astarion?” you ask, your previous worry about injury now promptly replaced by a worry of a much deeper hurt.

“It’s nothing,” he mutters, voice sounding distant.

You scratch at his scalp, a bit, trying to encourage him back toward you. “Love, you know you’re a terrible liar. What’s wrong?”

He gives a soft, annoyed huff– an endearing, drunken noise were it not for the fact that he seems determined not to look at you. And continue to crush you with the full weight of his body.

“Astarion,” you say again, with a bit more emphasis, shaking his head a little with your next scratch. “If nothing is truly wrong, I will wake up Karlach. You know she would love to see you in this state.” As if to punctuate your point, a snore sounds from a few beds over, where you know the barbarian slumbers.

“Please don’t,” he murmurs, finally turning around to look at you fully.

You’re surprised to see his eyebrows furrowed, his lips turned down in a truly melancholy frown– always an expressive man, it seems that Astarion’s intoxicated demeanor is twice as exaggerated. Cute, you think. But also concerning. “Love,” you whisper, running a hand along his face. “Talk to me.”

Astarion hesitates, his watery eyes wincing as he debates his next words. Those same red eyes show an unexpected amount of vulnerability– all that bugbear blood is keeping his expression open, his entire face a rosy hue. His mouth opens, closes, his body shifts, and he fumbles with the latches on his armor as he thinks. You simply lay there, playing with his curls until he’s ready.

When he finally speaks, his words take you by surprise.

“You don’t just like me because I’m a vampire… do you?”

“What?” you ask, eyebrows raising in disbelief. Surely, you misheard him.

“You know,” he continues, waving a hand about the air. “My vampiric charms. The fangs. The blood sucking. The mysterious allure?”

“Why in the nine hells would you think that?” You reach a hand out to grab his, tugging on it gently to try to get him to sit up.

Astarion’s eyes drift away from you, but he does sit up, legs draping over your stomach. “Just… because of something Jaheira said.”

Oh. The conversation you’d been eavesdropping on.

“Do you mean what she said earlier? On our way back to the Elfsong?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Well, yes,” he mutters, still not looking at you. “Though I can’t help but notice you haven’t answered my question…”

“Astarion,” you start, releasing his hand, only to place it on the slightly flushed skin of his cheek. “No, I do not only like you because you’re a vampire.” Your words are firm, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

His eyes meet yours again, and still you can see so much doubt, so much unmitigated fear. “Are you certain? You truly do seem to enjoy it when I bite you.”

“Well, that’s true,” you admit with a small wince. It does feel rather… good when he bites you, it would be a lie to say otherwise and, besides, you’ve told him as much before. “But that’s not why I like you, you fool.”

Astarion’s bottom lip slips into a small pout and he moves away from your hand. “You’re not very convincing, you know? Especially when you call me a fool.”

You scooch out a bit from under him, leaving your legs under his. With all of the severity in the world, you reply, “If it makes you feel better, I’m a fool too.”

“You are?” he asks, curious despite himself– easily falling for your little trap.

“A fool for you.”

The noise that escapes him is half groan, half chuckle, and his mouth pulls into a lopsided little smile that you’re not certain you would have earned were he not a bit blooddrunk. “Gods, how the hells did I fall for you?”

“Now you’re asking the right questions,” you respond with a smirk on your face. When you place a hand on his knee, the smirk turns into a small smile. “But I’m being genuine– I don’t like you because you’re a vampire. And before you ask, I don’t love you because of your vampirism either.”

He gives a small huff. “Well, Jaheira made it sound as if there wasn’t much else to care for.” An uncharacteristic admittance from him– normally he would brush off such a statement with a proud declaration of how phenomenal he is. But it seems that Jaheira’s words cut deep– and that blood has loosened his lips.

“Jaheira, despite all of her many, many years of experience–” you enjoy the full laugh that elicits. “simply doesn’t have my refined taste. There are so many reasons to like you, love. In fact, vampirism doesn’t even make the list.”

“Oh, you’re keeping track, are you?” he asks, folding his arms and body over his legs and smiling up at you.

“Maybe,” you murmur, leaning forward toward him. “Would you like a sampling of reasons?”

The look he gives you then is hopeful, but more than a little dread slips through in his shining red eyes. When he answers, his voice is barely above a whisper. “Only if you mean them.”

This withdrawn, unsure Astarion isn’t a common sight to you, but, like every other facet of the man before you, he’s no less lovable. So you lean forward, placing a kiss on his pale forehead, and say, “I mean them with my whole heart.”

“Then… I suppose I ought to be lavished with them," he murmurs, and you spot the blush intensifying over his cheeks, now also coloring his ears.

Coupled with his fluid, inebriated state, his heart laid bare before you, you want to scream the reasons from the roof of the Elfsong, if only for him to believe you. But, as it is, the soft snores of your companions keep your voice hushed, your face close to his as you begin.

“Let’s see… should I start with the first thing that stood out to me?”

He hums in agreement, and closes his eyes, as if preparing to listen to the sweetest tune known to the entirety of Faerun.

“Well, it started with your first lie, I think,” you start.

Astarion gives a disapproving groan, but doesn’t open his eyes.

“My dear, you said you said you had a ‘brain thing’ cornered– I hope you know the smile on my face wasn’t from confidence,” you say with a new, fond smile at the memory. “I just knew from that moment on, you didn’t much care for what others thought of you, as long as your goals were met. A kindred spirit. Or so you said that day.”

At that, he reopens his eyes. “That’s not true.”

“We’re not kindred spirits?” you ask, an unexpected tinge of hurt blooming in your chest.

“That’s true,” he says, balming the hurt quickly. “It’s not true that I don’t care what others think of me. I do. Well, maybe not everyone.” His eyes dart toward Gale’s bed and you stifle a snicker. “But I certainly care what you think of me.”

You look into his crimson eyes, a bit clearer now than when you began talking– the blood seems to be working its way through his system. His words come from a place of honesty, not a lack of inhibition.

“Then, let me assure you here and now,” you murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “I think–” Another quick peck on his lips. “you’re the funniest–” A kiss to his nose. “the most deft–” A brush of lips against his temple. “creative, endearing, brave–” Each word comes with a kiss along his jaw. “man I’ve ever met.”

Astarion’s eyes look at you, his face still for a moment as he considers your words. When he finally speaks, it’s a quiet, choked up question, “Oh, is that it?”

“Would you like me to keep going?” you ask, lips perched just above his eyebrow, ready for another round.

He shakes his head ever so slightly. “No– no need or you’ll be here all night, surely,” he says, posturing as best as he can while still looking at you with fearful eyes. Almost as if your candid praise is simply too much for him to bear.

It may be too much, and you’re not one to push it.

“Very well,” you say, pulling back. “But I didn’t even get to how good you look covered in blood…”

The man gives a light laugh at that, some of his nerves melting before praise he understands– his appearance is a source of comfort, one that brings him back to himself. “Oooh yes, I do look dashing in red, don’t I?” he purrs, a content smile forming on his face.

“That you do,” you assure, with your own warm look. You wish he would accept all praise this easily, but you suppose this is all you can do for now.

So little of what matters to you is his vampirism, his looks… but for a man like Astarion, for whom a kind word felt like a double-edged blade for two centuries? Well, you’re reminded that regardless of how many times you may tell him, whether now when he’s a bit fuzzy around the edges or when you’re in your cups, he may never truly believe you.

No matter, you suppose. I’ll simply keep finding new ways to show him how much I care for him…

“So Jaheira was kidding, right?” Astarion asks, sitting up and finally beginning to remove his leathers.

You nod, moving to help him remove his greaves. “Naturally. I thought you’d been enjoying the conversation, actually.”

“I had been,” he replies, thoughtfully. “But the more I remembered how sinfully you shiver under my fangs…”

He’s dodging before you can so much as flick his ear. “Excuse you. Is that any way to treat your most reliable source of sustenance?”

Astarion smirks as he leans away from you in the bed. “Oh darling, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. After all, you can’t help it.”

“Astarion–”

“Ehem!” You hear from somewhere behind you. It’s followed shortly by Shadowheart’s annoyed voice, “Would the two of you please keep it down? Some of us are trying to rest.”

If by ‘rest’ she means ‘reach the end of her copper novel’, then you suppose she’s right. Either way, you whisper back, “Sorry, I was defending my dignity.”

“What dignity?” she murmurs back. “And in case you’re wondering, you’re both utter fools.”

Oh great, she’d heard everything.

“Shadowheart, were you eavesdropping?” Astarion asks, crawling over you to glare at her from the edge of your bed. He’s half-dressed and still somewhat out of sorts, so you just lean back against the pillows and accept your fate.

“Is it really eavesdropping if I can hear it all clearly?” the cleric says, and you hear her book snap shut. “Besides, Astarion, if you really needed someone to reassure you, you should have asked me.”

“You?” he asks, incredulously. “And why should I ask you?”

“Because,” she starts, and you can hear her wicked smile in her tone. “I can confirm without a shadow of a doubt that there’s no such thing as ‘vampiric charm.’ I’ve never felt less charmed in my entire life.”

You can sense Astarion is just about ready to light Shadowheart’s hair on fire, so you tug him back down from the divide. “Thank you for that clarification, Shadowheart,” you call, biting back a laugh. “And I’m starting to realize none of us really have private conversations, do we?”

“No, we do not,” you hear Gale reply from a few beds away.

With that, Astarion gives an exasperated sigh and the two of you finish removing his armor in silence.  When you’re both finally ready for bed and you whisper to him, “Goodnight.” Shadowheart, Gale, and Wyll all respond, “Goodnight!”

[obsessedwithceleste]

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Mattheo Riddle x Slytherin reader

Prompt 4 of @thatdammchickennugget ‘s hogmarch challenge🫶🏽 and dedicated to this psychic anon request 💕

Summary: I’d kiss you as the lights went out, Swaying as the room burned down, I’d hold you as the water rushes in, If I could dance with you again.

word count: 4k

©️ obsessedwithceleste. all works posted here belong to me and should not be reposted or copied in any way or form.

You watch silently from across the Slytherin common room as yet another girl places her hand flirtatiously on Mattheo’s chest, batting her lashes with that seductive grin you knew all too well from watching all the other girls do it too.

“Go to the dance with me?” Her lips read as she leaned closer to your friend.

You can’t help but smile as Mattheo just rolls his eyes, moving away from the girl, not giving her more than a shake of his head.

The girl’s mouth hangs open in shock of the rejection. Really she should be flattered you thought dryly to yourself. She’d made it significantly further than others you’d witnessed.

Truth was, you’d had a massive crush on Mattheo since you were kids, and watching as he rejected girl after girl was much more entertaining than you cared to admit.

Growing up, you’d always admired his bold brashness, and willingness to say whatever came to mind. The two of you had always gotten into trouble together, bouncing mischievous ideas back and forth. The summer before coming to Hogwarts, your mother had given you a heart shaped locket, and Mattheo had insisted that a photo of the two of you go inside it.

"In case we don't go to the same house." The boy had reasoned.

But of course, he’d never seen you as anything more than a friend, and unfortunately, the cringey, cliche nature of the situation was not lost on you. Even now, as you mindlessly fingered the carefully disillusioned pendant while Mattheo stalked towards your group with an air of agitation.

“Bloody hell I can’t wait for this fucking Yule ball rubbish to be over and done with,” Mattheo states flatly as he sits down lazily on the sofa next to you.

“Just pick a girl to go with then. They’ll leave you alone if they think you have a date. Why do you think I asked Daph so early on?” Theo replies, not bothering to look up from his book.

Daphne whacks him with her textbook.

You watch as Mattheo tilts his head in consideration before his eyes shift over to you, a sly grin forming on his face.

“Don’t even think about,” you say, holding up your hand as if to block out whatever idiocy the boy was about to spew.

Now it’s Mattheo’s turn to open his mouth in shock.

“Wha- you don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

“You were going to ask me if I’d go to the dance with you,” you reply dryly. “Honestly Matt, I’m not stupid.”

“Well will you?” He asks, giving you his most charming smile.

“I’m already going with Blaise.” You respond.

Looking back, had it been a bit of a rash decision? Yes. But you had made peace with the fact that Mattheo likely wouldn’t ask you to be his date, and Blaise was one of your best friends. You knew you’d have a good time with him, and all your other friends had been pairing up.

“Tell Blaise to go with Astoria,” Mattheo reasons.

“Toria is already going with Enzo.” Daphne intervenes.

“What about Pansy?”

“She and Millicent got accosted by Crabbe and Goyle last I heard,” Theo replies.

“He can go with Draco then! People already mistake them for gay lovers anyway.”

“Matt, you know Draco is trying to muster up the courage to ask Harry. Don’t be dense.” You reply.

“Oh come on! How do you all have this sorted out already? The ball was only announced yesterday!”

“We organized it at dinner,” Daphne responds, as if the answer was obvious.

“You mean while I was in detention?” Mattheo asks incredulously, only to be met with a chorus of ‘yes’ and ‘mhms’.

You look over as your friend slumps into the sofa in defeat, a wave of slight guilt washing over you.

“Lighten up Matt, you’ve already been asked by a handful of girls today, you’ll be able to find someone to go with easy,” you say.

“Not with anyone who matters,” he grumbles, so low that you almost miss it.

A week had gone by and you were about to lose your mind. You thought that after the initial conversation in the common room, Mattheo would relent and just pick one of his many admirers to take to the ball. You really should’ve known better. You’d known the boy long enough to know that once he had his mind set on something, there was really nothing in the world that could stop him. You just never thought that you would be what he set his mind to.

“Matt, I’ve told you a million times, I’m already going to the ball with Blaise,” you groan, collapsing on your bed as the raven haired boy follows you into your dorm.

“Well lucky for you, I have the perfect plan to steal you away from ole Blaisey boy,” Mattheo says, his signature smirk in place.

You roll your eyes, leaning back on your bed as you wait for him to continue.

“It’s easy. You just have to date me,” Mattheo replies, as if his idea was particularly clever.

You let out a rather unattractive snort as your heart clenches. It felt as though it might pound out of your chest.

“Matt, that has to be the worst idea you’ve ever had. And you’ve had a lot of really bad ideas.”

Though asking the girl that’s fancied him for years to pretend to date him, only for him to snatch it all away again a few weeks later probably had to be one of the cruelest, you thought to yourself.

“Oh c’mon. There’s no way Blaise would be offended if you ditched him if we said we were together. He’s a perfectly reasonable bloke. He’d understand!”

You shake your head once more. There was no way you were pretending to date the boy you had been pining after for this long. It was only going to end in one way. Heart break. And not on his end.

“Bloody hell. What if I can get Luna to go in your place. Will you do it then? We both know he’s been eyeing that loon up for months.”

“Don’t call her a loon Matty.” You tilt your head in consideration however.

If he was willing to actually encourage Blaise’s love life, and be willing to get intermixed within the logistics of it all, he must be desperate. And you had been dying to set the two of them up, you supposed.

But you just couldn’t shake the bad feeling this whole situation gave you. It couldn’t be all that bad though, right? You reasoned. You’d gotten this far without Matt realizing your feelings, a few weeks of bliss surely couldn’t hurt.

“Alright. Fine. I’ll tell Blaise we got together and that I want to go to the ball with you, only if Luna agrees to go with him instead.”

Mattheo immediately brightens at your words, a self satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“Good. Because I already told Blaise that we were together and that I was taking you to the ball,” he says quickly. “Also- considering Blaise is more of a yapper than people give him credit for, the rest of the group definitely already knows.”

Your mouth drops open as you glare at the boy in front of you.

“Matt. What on earth. Did you tell him?” You grit out, praying to Salazar that Blaise hadn’t embarrassed you too much.

Mattheo shrugs. “Just told him that we had been out by the lake on one of our walks and I kissed you. One thing led to another and I asked you out. He seemed to believe it pretty easily actually.”

The boy looked all too calm about making up a whole scenario in which he made out with his best friend for your liking.

You purse your lips, taking a deep sigh. What did you see in this boy?

“Mattheo.”

“Yes love?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Can’t do that love, you wouldn’t kill your boyfriend.”

You continue to glare at the boy, fingers gripping tightly around your wand.

“Easy there, pretty,” Mattheo laughs nervously, slowly edging closer to you with a bashful grin.

“You better have thought this through Riddle. Because I’m telling you right now, that this is a bad idea.”

It was too easy. You know that much clearly. The two of you, you and Mattheo that is, walk silently along the streets of Hogsmeade, your friends surrounding you, shielding you from the brisk winter air. Mattheo's arm is wrapped securely around you, hand tucked into your jacket pocket, your fingers intertwined. It was so warm. So comfortable. So effortless, as if you had spent forever with his hands in your pockets.

Blaise and Daphne had been the only ones to know of your secret feelings towards your best friend, yet not a single one of the others looked particularly shocked when the both of you showed up in the common room wrapped in each others arms one night.

“Bout bloody time,” you’d heard Theo grunt to Draco from across the fireplace.

Daphne of course had been utterly elated for you, and Blaise had made sure you knew that there were no hard feelings about switching dates for the ball. Especially after he had secured one Miss Luna Lovegood as his date with the surprising help of Mattheo.

A warm squeeze of your hand shakes you from your thoughts as your group comes to stop outside of The Three Broomsticks.

“You sure you don’t want to come down to the shops, y/n?” Daphne asks looking back at you as she forges on with Astoria and Millicent.

“Bloody hell, yes! She’ll be fine with me. You can’t have her to yourself all the time!” Pansy says with exasperation, shooing the other girls away and linking her arm through yours on your free side.

The bell above the door rings lightly as the rest of your group enters the warm tavern, Theo and Enzo racing to secure your usual table.

“Hey Matty!” A voice shouts, stopping your trio in your tracks.

You turn to see another booth filled with familiar looking Hogwarts students and recognize one of the girls you’d watch Mattheo reject just a few days ago.

“Come sit with us,” she continues, attempting to wave him over.

Pansy gives the girl a sneer as you walk past, Mattheo not even sparing a glance in their direction.

“Don’t even know the bloody girl’s name,” he mumbles under his breath, causing you to let out a soft chuckle.

“Ey, what’s the hold up?” Theo shouts as you all hurry over to the table.

“Bloody hell. I thought y/n being my girlfriend would finally get those birds to back off,” Mattheo complains as he takes his seat in the booth.

His arm remains wrapped securely around you the entire time, sending warm tingles through you. It’s all an act, you have to remind yourself, pulling yourself out of your head.

Draco snorts at Mattheo’s grumbling.

“Half the school already thought you two were dating. Didn’t stop em then, so I don’t see why it’d stop them now.” He says matter of factly as the rest of the group nods in agreement.

“You lot are so dramatic. No one thought we were dating,” you sigh, rolling your eyes at your friends.

Their eyes flicker awkwardly back and forth between the lot of them. “Right.” Pansy says finally, bringing an end to the silence.

You glare pointedly at the girl.

“I’m going to the loo. Order me a butter beer Matty?” You say, standing up abruptly.

“I’ll come,” Pansy says quickly, going to rise as well.

“It’s fine Pans. I’m a big girl. Promise not to get attacked by a troll or nothin,” you say with a smile.

Mattheo opens his mouth to protest before closing it again and giving your hand a tight squeeze.

You make your way through the maze of tables, finally making it to the ladies room. Making a beeline to the sink, you take a breath, letting cool water splash against your face.

Salazar, you needed to get a grip. But everything about being with Mattheo felt so real. So natural. Which just meant it would feel all the more real when things ended. You take another moment to gather yourself, dabbing any remaining bits of water from your face. As your hand falls on the door handle to make your way back however, loud voices fill the hall.

“I don’t know what he sees in her,” a voice practically snarls. You can practically feel the malice, dripping from their lips.

“So it’s true then? Mattheo is taking that girl to the ball?” Another voice asks.

“I heard they’re dating.”

“They weren’t already?”

“I wonder if he’s taking her out of pity.”

A chorus of voices all say at once.

You immediately bristle, realizing they were talking about you.

“I hear she was the only one in their group who didn’t have a date and she practically forced him to take her.”

“I thought she was going with Blaise.”

Bloody hell. Where did they get all of this information?

“Whatever. It’s not like it matters either way. There’s no way they last. She’s a mess, and Mattheo has never been able to settle has he? It’s only a matter of time.”

You feel a deep frown form at the harsh words, but before you’re able to react, the bathroom door is pushed open and you’re face to face with the group of girls from before. The girl you had recognized as Mattheo’s reject smirks as she eyes you up and down before simply pushing past you. The rest of the girls follow, leaving you to wander back to your friends.

When you sit down again, Mattheo has a warm drink already waiting, and you let out a small smile as you cozy up next to the boy. No matter how hard you try to distract yourself however, the words of the girl’s echo through your mind.

Later that evening, you lay comfortably in bed with your head resting gently on Mattheo’s chest, hypnotized by the slow rise and fall. You hadn’t seen your roommates all day, and doubted they would be back if they weren’t there by now.

You lived for nights like these when Mattheo would bow out of whatever mischief Theo and Enzo had cooked up, and instead spend the evening holed up with you cuddling, talking, or getting into your own trouble. Your room had become a safe haven. A sacred oasis of sorts for the both of you to unwind, safe from the outside world.

“You were awfully quiet today at The Broomsticks.” Mattheo says, breaking the silence.

You only hum in response.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“How are we going to break up?” You ask, rather abruptly, as you look up at your best friend.

Mattheo looks surprised at the question.

“I don’t know. Didn’t really think I’d get this far in my scheming to be quite honest. I suppose I figured we’d just say that we figured we’d be better off as friends, or something of the sort. You can blame the split on me though if you’d like.” He replies.

You move your head to look down once more, picking at the blankets.

“No, no. The friends thing is fine. When should we do it?”

“Trying to get rid of me already, love?” Mattheo asks with a laugh.

“I just want to know what to expect.” You say quietly, causing Mattheo to grow quiet as well.

“Alright. Then how about a few days after the ball? We say that the dance made us realize we were better off as friends, and everything goes back to the way it was.” He says finally.

You feel your heart crack at his words.

“Yeah. Exactly like how it was.” You repeat.

Smoothing your dress out one final time, you turn around to hear Daphne gasp.

“Oh that’s stunning,” she gushes, her own deep blue gown cascading elegantly around her in waves of silk.

You’d spent the last several hours or so in her and Pansy’s shared dorm getting ready for the ball with the other girls, though where Pansy had wandered off to you had no idea.

All you knew, was that you were bloody nervous. You didn’t think you would be. It was just like any other night you reasoned. You and Mattheo were with each other constantly. What difference did a pretty dress make?

“I think the boys are ready for us whenever we are. Toria, come get these shoes,” Daphne shouts.

Astoria really did look like a princess you think to yourself, her soft yellow gown billowing gently with every movement.

“Ready to go down?” She asks, seeming to float over.

“As I’ll ever be,” you respond with a nervous smile.

Giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, Astoria slips on her shoes before making her way down to the common room, you and Daphne following close behind.

The boys are already congregated by the fireplace; their loud chattering could be heard across the room, but as soon as Theo’s eyes meet Daphne’s he freezes and the rest of the boys quiet down, noticing the shift.

Your eyes lock onto Mattheo’s and you slowly make your way over, nervously picking at your skirt with trembling fingers.

“Beautiful as always, y/n,” he says, smiling down at you when you finally reach him. Gently, he raises your hand to his lips, barely grazing over your shaking fingertips before looking back at you with his signature smirk.

“Where’s Draco?” You ask, not quite able to stomachs the intensity of his gaze.

“Had to be there early. Something about the champions and their dates having the first dance or something,” he replies easily, his hand finding its ever familiar place on your waist.

“Oh we are not missing that,” you say, your nerves quickly being replaced with excitement.

Mattheo grins back. “I knew we’d be on the same page,” he responds, tugging you towards the doors.

Together, the both of you rush to the main hall just in time to see Harry and Draco getting herded into a lineup of the champions to be paraded into the Great Hall.

“I certainly hope he took Snape’s dance lessons to heart,” you giggle.

It doesn’t take much longer for the rest of your group to join the both of you and soon enough you find yourselves following the flood of students into the newly decorated Great Hall.

It really was spectacular. The house elves clearly had spared no expense with thick, green trees covered in tinsel and ornaments lining the walls. Floating candles cast a warm glow about the room and the floor had the appearance of being covered in freshly fallen snow.

You watch, hiding a laugh, as Draco and Harry move awkwardly around the dance floor, almost colliding with Cedric and Cho on more than one occasion. Salazar help them.

Slowly, other couples begin to join the champions on the dance floor, swirling together in a sea of shimmering color.

“May I have this dance m’lady?” Mattheo asks with a lopsided grin.

Before you even have the chance to respond however, Mattheo is pulling you onto the dance floor, a look of pure delight across his face. There were very few times you remembered him looking this happy, and it melted your heart.

As the night progressed, Mattheo refused to leave your side, his hand rarely leaving your waist. Really, you hardly left the dance floor either. The few times you were able to escape with Daphne or Pansy to the punch bowl, Mattheo tracked you down shortly after, pulling you right back into his arms.

To say that you were in heaven was an understatement. You had spent hours daydreaming about what it might be like to have Mattheo’s hard-won affection to yourself. And now that you had it, you were practically floating. Which just made it all the more heart wrenching as you anticipated the inevitable. It was as if every move you made, every dance the two of you shared, was done with your hands tied.

People really weren’t going to believe your break up if he continued on like this, you’d thought at some point. But you couldn’t quite bring yourself to tell him to back off, especially as it grew later. Your time with him was fleeting after all.

“Bloody hell, Matt. Give the girl some breathing room,” Pansy exclaims after Mattheo had sought you out for the third time.

Mattheo just gives her a guilty grin before spinning you out onto the dance floor once more.

“I didn’t realize you liked dancing this much Matty,” you tease as the two of you away slowly on the floor.

“Oh I don’t. Just making sure I take full advantage of the night,” he replies, looking intently down at you.

You cock you head to the side.

“With you as my girl, I mean,” he adds. And before you’re able to put together another cohesive thought, his lips are on yours. In the middle of the dance floor.

Immediately it feels as though the lights had gone out, leaving the two of you alone in the room as you let your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the softness of Mattheo’s lips on yours. They move slowly at first. Carefully. Before quickly growing hungrier, more determined.

You barely register Mattheo’s fingers digging into you as he pulls you closer, and find yourself lost in the gentle sway as everything around you burns to the ground, leaving behind a fire growing steadily in your chest.

And just like that, you’re back in Mattheo’s arms as the water comes rushing in, jerking you back to reality. You stand frozen staring up at Mattheo as couples continue to move around you.

Had that really just happened?

“Um- fresh air. I think.” You stutter out, all but dragging the boy from the dance floor, praying no one had seen or noticed.

Mattheo wordlessly allows you to lead him out to the courtyard entrance before you all but collapse on one of the stone benches, still in shock.

“Please don’t avada me! I didn’t think that through entirely.”

“I don’t want to break up.” You say in unison.

“What was that?” Mattheo asks in surprise.

“No- hold on. Why in Salazar’s green bed sheets would I want to avada you?” You ask incredulously.

“More importantly, you don’t want to fake breakup?” Mattheo asks with a grin.

“Of course I don’t want to break up! I’ve fancied you for years!” You blurt out, slapping a hand over your mouth as soon as the words escape.

Mattheo looks at you with shock.

“No. I’ve fancied you for years. Why else do you think I refused to take anyone else to the ball?”

“Because you’re a stubborn arse,” you retort, barely processing the boy’s words.

He liked you?

The two of you stare at each other for another moment, still not fully believing the other as your minds race to put the pieces together.

It’s Mattheo who acts first, surging to connect your lips once more in a heated frenzy. It’s addicting really, the feeling of his soft lips against yours. The pull as he brings your bodies closer together. The warmth you can feel radiating off of him.

When you finally pull away this time, Mattheo’s eyes are shining down at you with that familiar intense gaze.

“We’re a pair of oblivious idiots, aren’t we?” You mumble, leaning into the boy.

“Well, you are. I haven’t exactly been subtle.” Mattheo replies with a snort, hugging you to his chest.

“Don’t be a twat. You’ve had girls fawning over you for years. What was I supposed to make of that?”

“I never looked payed them any mind, love. Think of it this way. I’ll just have years to make up for tonight,” he says with a cheeky smile.

You feel a familiar heat begin to rise in you once more as Mattheo takes hold of your arm, leading the way back to the dungeons.

“Oh I’ll hold you to that,” you reply, a mischievous smile making its way to your face.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less of you, love.”

[slickfordain]

🎀 yandere! Protective billy with a crush f! Reader or gn! Reader who pinky <33 🎀

*cutely kills people close to u nd comes to comfort u (trying to get u attached) to him nd if u somehow get more friends or a bf he js gonna- (carve them up like a thanksgiving turkey)* nd spoils his princess <33💕💕

WAAAA YES💕💕💗 Love request trading with you! (I’m still working on people’s bday gifts yes but pls understand I adore my bff😞)

Yandere Billy Loomis, blood, weak/frail reader, reader has attachment issues and can barely focus on things, reader is female (I’ll do GN/male soon)

"What’s your favorite scary movie?…"

"Why do you want to know…?"

"Because sweetheart, you’re really cute in those sleepwear while watching one. ♡"

That happened in future, but before that, you were just a girl in your pink cute outfit— wearing a pink bow behind your hair, and had strawberry perfume scent around your body figure. Everyone could smell you from afar and they can recognize you.

You were so precious….

So precious, that Tatum adored you so much, and even wanted to keep you around her friend group that you were so curious about- and decided maybe, it would be best to get a friend group…. Because even if you’re anxious with anxiety, you felt….. loved, loved by Tatum and her boyfriend Stu- even though Stu is odd and weird….. He treats you like his own best friend.

You three eventually had hung out so much, you came to have met Sidney Prescott and her “boyfriend” Billy Loomis too! It was such a cute interaction, because you kept stumbling over your words and felt so nervous— they couldn’t help but adore.

However, the longer you were friends with them, the more touchy Billy…. Seemed… Maybe it was just you, but you didn’t know if Sidney had noticed how Billy kept wrapping an arm around your figure- and even kept himself close— he one time even “got himself injured”, crawling to you for help!

You have no idea how this happened at all…. You even assumed he’d be fine on his own usually because he seemed like a strong “reliable” person…. But instead you keep finding him running to you again and again, like a constant loop of wanting to get closer to you.

You felt bad…. You felt sick… You felt such an overwhelming pressure on your back, you had to arrive at Sidney’s house just to ask her about something… But unfortunately, on that day after a while of Billy spending most of his time with you- she wasn’t home.

You felt yourself sick again, and panicked while trying to call Tatum back at home. To your surprise, Tatum said that Sidney was at her house- planning some fun things together.

…

You didn’t wanna ruin Sidney’s day…. You had to do it at the right moment to talk about this…. Right now was definitely not the right time…

All you could do…. Was sweetly answer before hanging up, apologizing for wasting their time. They were going to ask you to join, but you rather wouldn’t. Not when you felt filthy after trying to push Billy away….

But he’s so nice…. So caring… Nobody really says these things, asides from Tatum but— she’s usually busy with Stu and Sidney, she barely has time for you.

You returned home, and it was about 00:04 AM, in your apartment, turning on your TV while wearing your most comfortable pink tank top and pink sweatpants that’s patterned with cute hearts on— sitting on the couch, watching the screen…

You just sighed, overthinking with thoughts of how to express yourself to Sidney…. Surely she’d understand you…. While thinking too, you suddenly flinched- almost losing your remote down to the ground when all of the sudden, your cellphone went off.

You widened your eyes confused, glancing at the object so lost, and anxious…. If anything, you HATED phone calls…. You even heard a rumor that people would go around and call you, then threaten you…

Ugh… But your parents are out…! And you know that this thing will never shut up if you kept ignoring it!

….

Doing out of instincts and not your brain, you actually picked it up. Your mind went blank. What the fuck do you say? What do you do?? Do you lay down and die? Do you cry?

What do you do

What do you do

What do yo—

"Not even a little “Hello, who’s this?”, hm?"

Your thoughts were immediately interrupted… Your face going pale… You hitched your breath as you could’ve sworn that this would be the end of your night, which, ironically- almost is.

".. I-I.."

"Oh, come on now…. Don’t be shy… [Name]…"

…

Yeah. You hung up. There was no way you’d continue talking to someone who knew you, and has that creepy voice on. You felt even more sicker, so sick you almost threw up- but you had to force yourself to swallow it back and NOT break down.

Your hands trembled, dialing the cops as much as you could— but failed once the phone rang again. And since you picked up already, the voice was back again.

"DON’T HANG UP OR I’LL CUT YOUR HEAD OFF AND PUT IT ON THE CEILING!"

You squeaked quietly, dropping the phone to the ground, shaking and breathing heavily. You picked it up again quick— feeling yourself at the brink of fainting. You were gonna die. That’s it.

"What… What do you want from me…?"

"Hm… Obedient as expected…" … "What’s your favorite scary movie?… Answer it."

"Why do you want to know…? At all times like this…?"

Surely this had to be some sick joke…. Threatening someone like you just for that question? You truly wonder if you should move out and move countries, thinking it’ll be okay…

"Because sweetheart, you’re really cute in those sleepwear while watching one. ♡"

…

You threw your cellphone down. Before it could ring again, you got out a hammer from the table that your dad used— and smashed it over and over with LITTLE minimum strength you had. It was a STRUGGLE to hit it, but you didn’t want threats anymore, nor stalkers!

"Get out of my head get out of my house get out of my apartment-"

You repeatedly said in frantic movement, before suddenly hearing crashing outside, making you wince and stop smashing your cellphone your parents might kill you for.

You got jumpscared by a stranger dressed as a ghost, pitch black outfit with just a ghost mask. You gasped— before your legs got slashed by the knife, making you whine in pain. You almost fell to the ground— but with adrenaline pumping into your body, you bit down harshly onto the slasher’s hand, making the Ghost face grunt and shake you off, while you got up and tried running— ducking down when the man tried to stab you again, or woman…. Whoever it is, they’re a sick fuck!!

You panted softly, running through your house that’s so small— yet, so easy to get through. The Ghost face hunted you down again, and stabs you behind your back. Your eyes widened— before giving a small yelp before falling down the stairs, your body aching with pain while collapsing and crashing down.

The stranger was about to lounge down with you, but you dodged— again- with adrenaline, willing to LIVE because— if anything, you didn’t want to die with guilt knowing Sidney might never forgive you! You can’t have that!

You let out a choked sob, almost breaking while you ran inside the work room your dad owned- locking the door before backing up in pain, sitting down while you watch the knife stabbing through.

You hiccuped, sniffling in pain. You are NOT going to live at all- you can’t survive this�� fuck, you’re not even the final girl everyone would think.

…

Well that’s what YOU, think.

You heard a gunshot, making your body stay silent for a moment, hearing shouting and glasses breaking…. Oh no… Your mom will kill you if the vases are ruined…

You have to leave— but you’re about to die too due to blood loss- what should you do…? It’s hopeless—

"[Name]?! [NAME]!!"

Freezing, you sat there quietly, the pressure from before coming back again…. Was that… Loomis…? "[Name]!! Where are you?! Are you okay?!" He sounded frantic…. And it was quiet. Where was the killer? Was it Billy?… You really didn’t wanna open the door…. You ended up sobbing quietly to yourself, accepting to die than to let Billy possibly kill you-

But it was too late. Billy opened the door, and to your surprise— he was worried, or well, he LOOKED worried… He was panting heavily, his figure shaking almost…. His hand covered in blood…. And as you can see in the background…- Was the Ghost face…

"B.. Bil-"

"You’re alive!" Billy rushed to you and immediately embraced you tightly in his arms, coaxing you in with sweet caring words. You were just…. So tired, so shocked…. So much stuff is happening… Billy was innocent… (He’s not)

"Sid.. Sidney—" "Who cares?! You’re bleeding the fuck out! Hah…. God, I’m so happy I got here just in time…!" Billy feigned innocence, but he was doing this just to get you to trust him…. As you were weak and vulnerable, as always, but far worse with blood, Billy gently scooped you up- and your mind went blank immediately…. Shakily wrapping your arms around Billy’s neck.

His mind went feral, his face heating up while trying to hide the smirk off his face— walking out of the basement to head to your room… "Your house is so big…. You weren’t in your room and I… I heard screaming…. So I went to save you…."

…

"I care for you as much as Sidney does, [Name]…" Billy opens the door to your bedroom. And honestly, you felt like your mind got corrupted, because you were too drained to think…. You were settled under the blankets, well, after being bandaged of course— with Billy sneaking up behind and cuddling you…

You were supposed to think rationally, to push Billy away and set boundaries— but tonight you just….. Didn’t. Instead, you just allowed it…. He saved you…. You have to thank him for staying with you….

…

"… You’re worried about Sidney… Aren’t you…" Billy whispered softly, his tone changing to low which caught you almost off guard, your head looking around, seeing Billy stare. "… I heard from many people they assumed you dated me… I figured you were panicking about it. Right?"

…

It’s almost like.. He read your diary… But instead, you’re too tired to deny. So you slowly nod.

".. Hah… Easy, just rest.." Billy coo’ed against your throat, giving soft gentle kisses, making you soften and let out another shaky breath. "Don’t worry about Prescott…. We broke up a few days ago before I tried getting close to you…"

Broke up..?

So you were…. Worried for nothing…?

"I’m sure you’d deny how I’d act and refuse to call me your boyfriend… But…" Billy sighed deeply, before cupping your gentle delicate face, making you forced to look at him— so you wouldn’t see the injured Ghost face in the background trying to flee. Stu…. Him and Stu, had set this up.

"I.." You swallowed down your throat. You couldn’t speak properly… You just… Can’t help but feel attached. "T-The body—" You thought about the Ghost face that got “killed” by Billy, but Billy refused to let you get up. "Ignore that. I already called the police, so quit it…" He buried your face suddenly against his chest, his other arm wrapped around your waist— making you feel his warmth.

He’s forcing you to forget. He’s forcing so fast that your blood under the bandages are leaking through-

"B.. Billy…"

…

"…" Nothing. You didn’t want anything. All you could do was helplessly hug him close…. That was Billy’s cue. "You’re fragile… Like a little glass, [Name]… Do you have any idea how distraught I would be if you died on me…?" … "I want you by my side…. All the time…"

You couldn’t think properly… Instead, your face got forced up to look at him again, before Billy kissed your lips rather desperately- desperate for your love and affection. Desperate for you to forget.

The chasing.

The call.

All that but Billy. Just Billy….

…

You closed your eyes, your body pressed onto the mattress as you get kissed romantically. It’s not ideal, but…. With Billy…. He’s so sweet to you… You couldn’t fight him back. He said he broke up right? It shouldn’t be bad….

Maybe…

It was okay…

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Not My Boyfriend : Prologue (L.MH)

Warnings : swearing, drinking, clubbing, food, jealousy, smut (warnings under cut)

Word Count : 2.7k

⚠️Minors do not interact⚠️

Smut Warnings : unprotected, oral (m. receiving, f. receiving), names (daddy, kitten), over stimulation, breeding kink, corruption kink, i think that's it, let me know if i missed something

            She was on the dance floor, some man’s hands on her waist, holding her close. He told her his name when he first approached her, but she wasn’t paying attention. Her attention continuously drifting towards the bar where Minho was, a couple girls hanging on his every word.

            He was just a friend to her, she kept repeating to herself. A very attractive friend, but a friend, nonetheless. But she couldn’t help but steal glances in his direction, watching him entertain a group of three women. She subconsciously tries to make him jealous, whispering in the stranger’s ear, pulling away with a smile on her face.

            She had no idea that Minho had his eyes on her the entire time, barely saying anything. He has no idea why these girls are hanging onto every word when it’s clear his attention is elsewhere. He has no idea why he and Y/n are playing this game when in his mind it’s obvious that they only want each other.

            Minho watches as she leans in to whisper in the stranger’s ear and he’s turning towards the bar. Y/n sees this and her smile falls, but she tries to act unbothered. Why should it matter if she has his attention or not? They were just friends.

            She glances in his direction again but he was nowhere to be found. One of the girls was  missing too, and she felt her heart drop. She pulls out her phone to see if Minho texted her. They came together, he wouldn’t just leave without letting her know, would he? But the only messages she had were from other friends.

            The guy she’s with pulls her closer. “Should we get out of here?” He’s smirking at her when he pulls away, gesturing towards the door. Before she could say anything, someone pushes between them with a curt excuse me, and he’s pushing a drink into her hand. “Nah bro this one’s mine. Been working my magic for an hour now.”

            “If you call that working your magic, you’ll be a virgin for the rest of your life. Now get lost, because this girl is actually mine. I was just letting you have fun.” She couldn’t help but smile at Minho calling her his, but quickly shook it off, reminding herself that he was her friend, her best friend.

            “Thanks, Min.” She said, taking a sip of the drink he bought her, that she quickly realized was just a regular soda, no alcohol. Another smile was tugging at her lips at the small attention to detail, how she stops drinking alcohol after a certain time. No one else has ever paid attention to that.

            “Don’t thank me quite yet.” He said, fixing her hair for her. She just stared at him, studying his face while he was distracted. His face was seemingly chiseled for the gods, with sharp features and a panty dropping smirk. She can tell he’s been working out, easily filling out this shirt she remembers used to be baggy on him. “Enjoying the view?” He asked with a smirk, tilting her head upwards so their eyes met.

            Her face turned red as she tried to stutter out an excuse, but he just chuckled, shaking his head, telling her it was alright, that he’d been checking her out all night. “What?” Was all she could respond.

            His hand drops from her face, and she misses the contact. Until she feels both his hands on her waist. “Your dress fits you perfectly.” He says softly, but she can still hear him over the music. As if it was just the two of them in this moment, a bubble surrounding them. “Hugs your curves.” He whispers into her ear, one of his hands dipping down to her hip. “Shows off your legs.” He continues, his hand continuing further down to the hem of her dress, sitting mid thigh.

            She has no idea what is happening in this moment. No idea the feeling she has forming in the pit of her stomach. But she loves it. She doesn’t want it to stop. She wants him to keep touching her, to keep looking at her like this. And he can tell. He can tell by the look in her eyes that she wants this just as badly as he does.

            His hand inches back upwards, resting on her back, just above her ass, and he pulls her closer. “Driving me insane, kitten.” His voice is a lot deeper suddenly. And the pet name doesn’t pass her by, but she doesn’t mind it. She finds herself loving it more than she should.

            She should pull away. They’re just friends.

            She wraps her arms around his neck, smiling at him. “Wasn’t a long drive, daddy.” She whispers the name in his ear to gauge his reaction. He smirks, trying to keep calm, but she can see him slowly losing his composure.

            The hand that was placed on her back slowly inches down, now resting on her ass. He gives it a quick squeeze, a tiny squeal falling from her lips. “A preview of the sounds I can elicit out of you.”

            She should step away, remind him that they are just friends.

            One hand begins to trace shapes on his chest, but her eyes stayed locked on his. She cocked her head to the side, a teasing smirk dancing on her lips. “You’ve been in the house with me while I was being fucked, you know I’m quiet. You think you can be the one to make me vocal?”

            His grip tightens for a second in jealousy, remembering the men she used to bring to the home they share together. The sounds he heard were only ever from the men, and he knew he could do a much better job. If she gave him a chance, he could show her what it’s like to not have to masturbate after sex just to cum. “I’ll be the one to make you scream.” He answers honestly. “You’ll be screaming my name before I even get my cock out.” He whispers in her ear before pressing a soft kiss underneath.

            She should put it a stop to it all. Tell Minho to pretend this never happened.

            “Prove it.” She says. “Make me scream, daddy.”

~

            Everything moves quickly. They’re out of the club in a flash, and next thing she knows, he’s placing her on her bed. His movements are slightly sloppy, struggling a bit to get them both naked. It’s something he’s been waiting so long for, and now that it’s so close, he doesn’t want to waste another second.

            Her dress falls to the floor and she crawls back on the bed, laying on her back just for him. It’s a sight to behold. A sight in many of his fantasies. He stands at the foot of the bed, his dick in his hand, rubbing himself as he takes in the view. She licks her lips as she takes in his naked body standing in front of her. “Want some help?” She asks softly, getting to her knees and crawling closer to him.

            The innocence in her eyes and pout on her lips as him groaning. He knows she’s slept with other men. He’s heard their moans behind the very door he’s currently behind. Knows she’s very experiences, probably more than he is. But she’s looking up at him with a look in her eyes with screams inexperienced, and he could cum just by looking at it.

            He doesn’t let her know that, though. Decides to keep that to himself for now. Instead he takes a step forward and grips her hair in his hand, and he tells her to open up. He lets her set the pace to start. Allows her to learn what makes him feel good, what drives him crazy. Watches as she wraps her mouth around his cock, looking up at him.

            After a few minutes, he grips her hair again, setting the pace himself, making her take all of him. He watches her eyes well up with tears as she chokes on his dick, and he feels himself get so close to cumming before he pulls out. “Your turn.” He says with a smirk, pushing her back on the bed before grabbing her thighs and pulling her closer to him. “Been dying to have a taste.”

            His movement are fast just like they were earlier. Sloppy but with reason. He starts with his fingers before diving in with his tongue. Periodically, he glances up at her face to see if he’s hitting the right spot. Her breathing picks up, and her hips are bucking upwards, quiet whines are falling from her lips. It’s music to his ears. She doubted his abilities, and he’s going to prove her wrong.

            She cums, but he does not stop. He holds her hips down against the bed, not allowing them to buck upwards. She’s gripping his hair, pulling it just hair enough it that it feels good. “Stop holding back. Let me hear you or I won’t fuck you tonight.” He demands before going back to eating her out. He buries two fingers into her pussy, curling them to hit the g spot.

            Her walls clench around her fingers as she cums for a second time, and he still doesn’t stop. Still holding her hips against the bed, her head swivels from side to side as her whines get louder. He adds a third fingers and she lets out a small yelp. His name falls off her lips like a mantra she can’t stop repeating. It gets louder and louder the closer she gets to her third orgasm. He fucked his fingers into her faster, his tongue circling around her clit. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her third orgasm caused a scream to escape her lips.

            He let her hips free, and they were immediately bucking upwards as she came down from  her high. But he didn’t let her rest for long before thrusting his dick inside of her, sucking her juices of his fingers, before kissing her, telling her to taste herself.

            She felt so good around him, almost as if she was made for his dick and his dick only. He couldn’t get enough, starting off slow so he could feel every inch of him go inside her. He admired her body as he slowly thrusted in and out of her. Played with her nipples between his fingertips, pressing soft kisses to her body.

            He didn’t know when he’d be able to get her like this, so he wanted to savour every second. Saving her body to his memory, tracing every curve with his eyes. He’d worship every part of her if she’d let him. Kiss the parts she hates. Whisper how beautiful she is while he makes her cum on his dick.

            “Faster.” She whines through her heavy breathing. And he’s whipped for her so he can’t say no. He gives her exactly what she wants. His thumb circles around her clit as he thrusts faster, harder, every time she tells him to. He can tell he’s not going to last much longer and goes to pull out, but she stops him. “Cum inside me please. I have an IUD.” Even if she didn’t, he would have.

            He’s had many dreams where he gets to cum inside her. Many fantasies that he touches himself to where she lets him fuck her full of his cum. Gets to watch as it falls out of her before fingering it back into her. Claiming her in such an intimate way has him almost cumming immediately.

            He has to pause for a second to get his mind back on track, and to stop from cumming immediately. Her hips keep moving, practically fucking herself with his dick, and he loves how desperate she is for him. Whining that she’s so close, to keep going.

            He grips her hips as he pounds into her, giving everything he has. It’s silent leading up to her fourth orgasm of the night. Her screams are caught in her throat, and her mouth hangs open, no sound to be heard. Until the orgasm hits. She screams out the word fuck so loud she’s sure the neighbours heard.

            He’s not far behind, cumming inside her like she asked him. He watches as it slides out when he pulls his dick out. And then he thrusts inside her again. “Gotta make sure it stays in.” He grunts. His hands are still on her hips, keeping her in place as he fucks his cum inside her.

            She’s gripping the sheets, curse words fall from her lips as she gets closer and closer to another orgasm. There’s no doubt in her mind now that the neighbours are hearing every single thing. But a noise complaint is the last thing on her mind right now.

            Her entire body is shaking as she cums again. Minho pulls out and he a places a soft kiss on her forehead. He tries to ignore how hot she looks fucked out like this. Cock drunk on his cock. He’s dreamed of this, but the real thing is so much better. “Wait here. I’m going to draw you a bath and get you something to eat and drink.” He says softly, pressing another soft kiss to her forehead.

            She lays there just like he said, thinking to herself. Wondering how this is going to change things between them. She watches as he walks to the bathroom to start the bath, and then heading towards the kitchen to grab her a snack and a drink. And she knows she’s fucked, figuratively and literally.

            She’s always seen Minho as a friend. Moved in with him because he’s practically her other half. But now that she knows what his lips feel like. Now that she knows what it’s like to be fucked by him. She doesn’t think she can ever see him as just a friend again.

            She smiles when Minho comes back into view. He picks her up from the bed and carries her to the bath, where he’s set up her laptop, and a snack tray with a glass of juice. “You spoil me.” She says softly, looking at all the effort he put in for her.

            “This is nothing.” He replies nonchalantly. “Enjoy.” He pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she settled into the bath, and then retreated back to his room. Locking the door, he quickly got into bed, closing his eyes, and reliving what just happened, his hand rubbing his dick.

            Now that he’s had her, he doesn’t think he can be with anyone else, or see her with anyone else. Her pussy feels too good around his cock, like it was made only for him. His hand is terrible in comparison to the real thing, but he can’t help himself. He’s insatiable when it comes to her.

            He thinks about her on her knees for him. Thinks about cumming inside her. Thinks about her looking up at him so innocently. The way she looked completely fucked out when he was done. Her makeup smudged, her hair a mess.

            His breathing picks up as he gets closer to another orgasm. He grunts as he feels it get closer and closer, but nothing is working. He remembers the feeling of her wrapped around him. Remembers the taste of her on his tongue. The way his name sounds falling from her lips.

            “Minho?” He hears her calling from the bathroom. It’s almost embarrassing how fast he cums at her voice. Specifically her voice calling out his name.

            “Yes, kitten?” He responds practically on instinct, remembering how she liked it earlier. He could hear the smile on her face when she asked for help out of the bath and into bed. And she sounded so innocent, so sweet, how he could he deny her?  

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[steddiealltheway]

Steve and Robin are looking for a new job together when they come across the perfect place - the arcade. The kids are there all the time, and if the kids are there then Nancy Wheeler is probably going to be there to drop them off, pick them up, or maybe even to keep an eye on them - exactly Robin’s reason for wanting the job. For Steve, he’s excited to spend more time with the kids and secretly sneak them the change that gets jammed in the machines.

The only problem is getting through an interview with Eddie Munson, the arcade manager. Steve tries to talk Robin into flirting with him since they had talked at school a few times, but Robin insists she’s positive it wouldn’t work. So, she somehow convinces Steve to use his charms on him.

And that’s how Steve finds himself leaning over the counter at the back of the arcade, twirling a strand of Eddie Munson’s curly hair around his finger. He’s an absolute giggling mess, and Steve is positive that he’s got the job for him and Robin in the bag. Only, by the time he’s left and meeting Robin back in the car, he’s realized the only thing he got was Eddie’s number.

Shit. Robin smacks him on the arm, and yells at him, “That’s not what I meant by use your charms, dingus!” But Steve ensures her that he’ll just ask over the phone that night.

So, Steve calls Eddie that night after repeating over and over again, “Hey, I meant to ask if there’s an opening for two spots at the arcade for me and Robin.” He takes a deep breath and dials the number, but when he hears Eddie’s voice on the other line, all of his practice goes out the window. He doesn’t even mention the arcade, instead he finds himself chatting for hours and falling asleep by the phone after him and Eddie refused to be the first to hang up.

In the morning, there’s a whispered but insistent, “Steve!” that has Steve waking up and groaning into the phone. There’s a chuckle on the other line and then Eddie’s saying, “I have to get ready for work if you wanted to stop by today…”

Steve can hear the hopefulness in his tone and he quickly agrees and says a quick goodbye as they hang up together. His line is ringing moments later, and Steve quickly snatches it up. “Eddie?”

“So, that’s why your phone was busy all night and this morning,” Robin answers instead. “Did you get us a job?”

“No,” Steve says with a sigh. He had forgotten all about that again. “But I’m going to the arcade today in about an hour.”

“Pick me up on the way. There’s no way I’m letting you get distracted again by Eddie Munson,” Robin says and hangs up. Steve sighs but smiles as he thinks about his call with Eddie.

He keeps that smile until he’s picking Robin up who is scowling at him saying he’s unbelievable, but there’s a hint of a smile that makes Steve think that maybe she’s enjoying how things are developing between him and Eddie. She definitely takes joy in teasing him for how fast he’s falling after speaking to him for the first time less than twenty-four hours ago.

But then, they’re pulling into the lot and Robin immediately spots Nancy’s car which is giving her have a full-on panic. Steve ends up having to drag her inside arguing, “If you really want this job, you’ll have to learn how to interact with Nancy Wheeler.”

As soon as they’re through the front door, Nancy is spotting them and waving them over. Steve tells her that he has to speak to Eddie for a moment and ignores the panicked look Robin sends him as he walks off.

Only, when he gets to the counter, he notices Eddie struggling to keep up with a group of kids surrounding the counter. Steve easily scales it and zeroes in on the quietest kid to tell them what really happened. There’s a quick confession about how one of the kids had punched a game in anger and now it’s frozen.

Eddie mumbles something under his breath before he’s lifting the counter and stalking over to the game and easily knocking the side of it. It instantly unfreezes, and the kids are surrounding it again. Eddie sighs, and Steve quickly says to the kids, “What do you say to the poor worker you tortured?”

The gaggle of kids shout a quick thank you as one of them starts playing. Eddie shoots Steve a look and leads him back to behind the counter. “You know them?” Eddie asks.

Steve glances over to the group and shakes his head. “Never seen them in my life. But the kids over there,” he gestures towards where the kids are surrounding Max as she destroys Dig Dug, “I know them very well. They say I have some type of ‘mother hen abilities.’”

Eddie snorts and asks, “Do you want to help a ‘poor worker’ out and work here?”

Steve’s heart races as he remembers once again why he’s there. “If the cute manager will hire me and Robin.”

Eddie crosses his arms. “Flirting your way into a job?”

“Not anymore,” Steve admits with a big smile. He watches as Eddie processes the statement and gasps dramatically.

“You’re telling me that you initially flirted with me just to get the job?” Eddie asks and leans into Steve space.

“Maybe,” Steve says with a shrug as his eyes flicker to Eddie’s lips.

Eddie huffs and shakes his head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but you and Robin are hired. If you go on a date with me.”

Steve smiles. “I’ll accept as long as you know I would’ve asked you out if I got the job or not.”

Eddie’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink as he looks away. He taps his fingers on the counter and breathes out quickly. He turns and sticks his hand out to Steve, “Deal.”

Steve shakes his head, then yells out to Robin, “We got the job!”

Robin cheers and runs over to hug him. She pulls away and turns to Eddie to say, “I hope you know he forgot to ask for a job twice because of you. Just keep that in mind when making our schedules,” she says with a wink.

“And make sure to schedule Robin whenever that group regularly comes in,” Steve says which has Robin shoving him and turning red.

“I’m going to seriously regret this,” Eddie says with a big smile.

“Absolutely,” Steve and Robin say at the same time.

[morgluvsconnie]

BOUND, c.springer

chap.8 | NOT PROOFREAD, (short place holder), angst if you’re sensitive, quiet arguing | chap.7

“you missed me?”

you heard connie say as he rested his face in your neck, kissing it softly. “mhm” you groaned, eyes still closed as the alcohol never fully washed over you. “you wish i was around more, huh.” he mumbled again. it was still the night after the part, and the fight. “you should’ve came with me after the fight.” he kissed your cheek, making you smile.

“whys it so bright in here?” you mumbled, half asleep, half awake. “and i did, remember?” you whispered, smiling a little.

you didn’t even remember going with connie, so how would he remember? “oh yeah…” he sighed, leaning down to kiss your lips. “you’re done with your little boy toy, right?”

“i hate him.” you muttered, feeling yourself fall back into a deep sleep, since whatever was bright, wasn’t anymore. as you felt connie get off of you. your eyes were closed, you could barely open them. “right.” you felt the bed get heavier beside you as you laid across it. “that’s good to know.” he mumbled. “ill see you later on today.” he kissed you one more time. before you heard the faint shutting of your door.

this was your last time going out for probably the month. you didn’t understand how someone could just go to every party, every night. to be more specific, sasha. she dragged you and mikasa along, like always.

you just didn’t wanna be in any drama, and you didn’t feel like drinking. you sat on the couch, sipping from a bottle of water to hopefully help with the light headache you had.

glancing around every few seconds for the one person you actually wanted to talk to.

“yo, where connie at?” ony asked the group, basically speaking your mind. “he’s here… somewhere? i think.” sasha looked at her phone to call connie and see where he was.

since it wasn’t on speaker, and the music was loud anyway, you had no idea what he was saying. sasha looked at the ground, playing with her nails before looking around. “okay.” she said before hanging up the phone.

“he’s with a girl somewhere around here.” she said before leaning back and sipping out of her cup.

you wanted to question it, so bad. you wanted to call him and see why he was talking to another girl while you were right there, but at the same time, nothing you two had going on was serious or official.

you pursed your lips together at looked at your phone. you didn’t get dressed up for the night, just wearing a cropped tank top and jean shorts.

but still.

you sighed softly, crushing up your water bottle as you stood up to head towards the kitchen and throw it away. pushing and shoving past random people just to get to a damn trash can wasn’t easy.

but it was pretty easy to spot connie across the kitchen, talking to a girl, exactly like he said he was.

generally, you wouldn’t care about this type of thing. boys come, boys go. you knew what type of person connie was… barely.

but what they don’t do is kiss a bitch you fought the night before all of this. and they especially don’t shoot a bored glance at you while they’re doing it.

you could practically feel your heart burst into a million flames, your lips slightly parted at what was happening in front of you. you narrowed your eyes with a scoff, not letting yourself think twice before going back towards the couch and grabbing your things.

“yo, hol up, where you goin?” ony frowned a little, passing his blunt to eren. you looked at him with a bored expression on your face. “i don’t wanna be here.” you muttered, turning back around and walking towards the front door, walking outside.

what kind of dumbass would pull that shit? you didn’t do anything wrong, but historia? that’s just where you crossed the line. he knew how you felt about the girl, that’s the least you could remember from last night—the night you two fought—so why the hell would he sit there and put his lips on her?

you leaned on your door, your right hand on the steering wheel while you bit the inside of your cheek, ignoring every call from sasha, mikasa, or anybody else.

eventually turning your phone on silent, pulling into your driveway and turning your car off, you got out and made your way to your house. “fuckin idiot.” you mumbled.

as you unlocked your house door, you licked your lips, locking your door behind you. you checked your phone, same missed calls, same nothing.

if you could scrape that tattoo off your arm, you would.

the fact that he did it and the fact that reiners name was right under it just irritated you in ways you couldn’t explain.

you decided a hot, long, hour shower would be the best for you in this situation, but as you stepped out, got dressed in the most comfortable pajamas you could find, you realized nothing would really help the aching sensation in your heart.

again, nothing was official or serious, but it meant something to you. sort of. unless it was all a long, stupid game.

you plopped on your bed, staring at your phone. you hoped for some kind of text or call, some kind of confirmation that it was just… whatever. or that it meant nothing. even though that wouldn’t make you feel better at all.

you kept telling yourself he was drunk, and didn’t mean to kiss historia. but it’s historia. and if anyone kisses her, there’s no damn way they wouldn’t mean to.

it took nothing but a doorbell to snap you back into reality and lazily push yourself out of your room and down the stairs.

as you opened the door, low and behold.

“why’re you here?” you stared up at connie. you knew you were a little happy to see him, but you also needed an explanation.

“bringing you your heels back. you know, the ones you kicked off at the tattoo shop and never came back to get?” connie held your shoes up in front of you.

you looked down at the shoes and back up at connie.

“what happened to you coming over today?”

“i never said i was.”

“don’t act fuckin innocent with me connie.” you snatched the heels from his hand and threw them to the side. “you’re a bitch. you really kissed historia? two bitches together, you can’t be too serious.” you tilted your head at him, still holding your door open.

“so i can’t kiss historia but you can fuck around with reiner any time you want to, man…” connie glanced back and shook his head with a scoff.

you narrowed your eyes. “reiner, that’s all you ever talk about. you act so fucking remedial…” you pinched the bridge of your nose. connie raised his eyebrows. “so you mean to tell me you wasn’t hugged up with reiner? right after we beat his ass?”

you blinked a few times before looking connie up and down. “are you fucking stupid? i was with you after i went home.”

“how the fuck was you with me if i went home before you, y/n?”

you frowned and stayed silent for a minute. now if you recalled correctly, connie came over your house right after you went home, even though he went before you.

“i was with you, i…” you paused. you didn’t know if he was gaslighting you or what, but you knew for a fact you weren’t with reiner.

“were you?” connie pulled out his phone, pressing a few things before turning it to you.

as you watched the video, you opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

you and reiner, in your bed. he was talking to you but the words were canceled out for the situation. he kissed you, everywhere that made you wanna puke right there.

“oh, that’s not you?” connie stared at you with low eyes before putting his phone in his pocket.

it all clicked.

it wasn’t connie you were with, it was reiner. connie doesn’t even have a key to your house, connie did go home last night, you were just too drunk to realize.

the person that was kissing you, was reiner. that brightness in your face was the phone, but you were too damn tired to open your eyes and see.

your gaze shifted to the ground, you frowned before looking up at connie. “i promise you-“

“hell nah, you got it. you hate me right?” connie put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk back towards his car. “just don’t worry bout me, have fun with him. no telling how long y’all been talking.”

infuckingcredible.

you didn’t even have words to explain yourself. how were you? you were drunk. connie knew that.

reiner knew that.

you shut your door and leaned against it, staring at the ground. no matter how much it seemed like he was finally out of your damn face,

he always seemed to come back.

chap.9

[chunghasweetie]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 | P.JM

— pairing | collegestudent!oc x collegestudent!pjm

— summary | friend of taehyung and jungkook’s ends up spending more time

with you than he thought he would.

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

forced proximity, unprotected sex, play fight, light dirty talk, semi public sex, exposed

— word count | 3.3k words

— song suggestion | closer — jihyo

“Alright. Meet up on Saturday right?” Jungkook asked the girls. “Maybe we should go bowling this time.”

“No way. Let’s go shopping again.” Jeonghwa shook her head.

“We just did that today!” Taehyung argued.

“Omg so what? We had fun didn’t we?” Hani shook her head. “It’s not our fault you have to carry the bags. It’s called being a gentleman.”

“Fuck that.” Jungkook shook his head. “We want to go bowling. Even Y/n wants to go!”

“I do.” She spoke up. “Come on. They have good food there too and we can drink. It’ll be fun.”

“You guys should be like Y/n. She always has the best ideas.” Taehyung nodded, making the other two girls roll their eyes.

This was their friend group. Three girls being Hani, Y/n, and Jeonghwa whereas the two boys were Taehyung and Jungkook.

It was their senior year of college and the two had been friends since their high school years. They considered themselves family at that point.

They went out all the time, even with no location in mind.

“Okay fine. We’ll go to stupid bowling.” Jeonghwa agreed, earning a ‘yes’ sound from Jungkook.

“Yay!” Taehyung cheered. “It’ll be fun I promise.”

༊—

Y/n was at the bowling alley with her friends finally after a long week of studying.

“Oh look how pretty you guys look!” Taehyung announced as they all got out of the car together. “And here I was thinking this was a regular hang out.”

“You just have hot friends.” Hani replied.

“Eh, I’ve seen better.” Jungkook mumbled, earning a punch on the arm from Jeonghwa.

“Okay! You guys look cool I guess.” He shook his head, rubbing his arm as the group walked in.

“Oh shit. Jungkook we forgot to tell them.” Taehyung cursed.

“Tell them what?” Jungkook blinked. “Oh yeah, we wanted it to be an even 3v3 so we invited Jimin.”

“That’s fine with us.” Jeonghwa shrugged. “Whatever makes you guys feel better about losing.”

Jimin hung out with the group occasionally. He transferred to their college about a year ago.

He was closer with Jungkook and Taehyung and everyone else. Everytime he was hanging out with them, Y/n seemed to be busy that day so they didn’t ever really cross paths besides a ‘hello’ here and there.

“Like we’re gonna lose.” Taehyung nudged Jungkook before making eye contact with Jimin so was by the shoe rack.

“Yo Jimin!” Hani’s outgoing voice announced, “We’re here!”

It was hard not to notice the group of adults acting like children, pushing each other and bickering on the way in.

Jimin flashed an inviting smile as they made their way over to him.

“Jiminnn” Jungkook cooed, “You cameee”

“Why wouldn’t I? I like hanging out with you guys.” He laughed. “Oh and Taehyung texted like 16 times asking if I was still coming.”

“Goddamnit Taehyung.” Hani glared at him. “That’s why he only hangs out with us ever so often. You’re a fucking weirdo.”

“Dude he likes it. He sent me a heart emoji” Taehyung made a heart shape with his fingers, making everyone gag.

“Yeah because that’s not creepy.” Jeonghwa rolled her eyes. “Jimin do you already have your shoes?”

He nodded. “Nah. I wanted to wait for you guys.” He told her.

The group ordered their shoes to enjoy while they played.

“Aren’t you scared to drink Jeonghwa?” Y/n asked. “You got shit faced last time.”

“Yeah. You fucking threw up all in my car.” Jungkook groaned, reminiscing the brutal moment of his car seats covered in bile.

“Whatever. It’ll be fine this time!” Jeonghwa slipped on her bowling shoes.

“Who has my shoes?” Y/n looked over, not able to find her pair.

“Oh my bad.” Jimin handed her shoes to her, “Wasn’t really thinking, my bad.” He apologized.

“You’re good. I just thought Hani stole them.” Y/n chuckled.

He stared at her as he handed them back, analyzing the girl in front of him.

The two hardly ever interacted up close. Barely ever spoke full sentences to one another.

“Jimin! Y/n! Go get us drinks and snacks yeah?” Jungkook ordered.


The two looked at Jungkook then back at one another, “Oh okay.” Y/n replied.

“What do you think they’ll want?” Jimin walked with her to the snack bar.

“No idea. I’m just ordering what I would get myself.” Y/n shrugged. “Beer and chicken sound okay?”

Jimin nodded in agreement. “That sounds fine to me.” He ordered for them, getting his card out.

“You don’t have to get that. You’re a guest.” Y/n stopped him. “I got it.”

“Not a guest. You’re just never here when I’m around.” Jimin tapped his card on the reader, buying for the group. “I don’t mind.”

“I don’t think that’s fair but— Thanks.” She gave in, not wanting to argue to pay since it was already over and done with.

“Let’s start playing.” Jimin and Y/n came back to the group. “We can take a break to eat once the food gets here.”

The group bowled over and over, doing absolutely terrible.

Everyone was trying to show off for each other but it wasn’t going well.

Hani, Taehyung, and Jeonghwa were incredibly drunk towards the end of the game. They could hardly roll the bowling ball.

“D-Did I win?” Jeonghwa hiccuped.

“Oh my gosh.” Jungkook groaned in irritation, knowing it wasn’t the best idea to get stupidly drunk at the bowling alley.

“Jiminie will you drive us home?” Hani tried to act cute, but ended up looking like a drunken mess. “Pleaseeee”

Y/n looked over to him. “If you could…”

Jungkook drove them all there so at least one of them had to stay sober.

She wasn’t drunk like the rest of them but she was a bit tipsy. She didn’t feel comfy with driving.

After a long exercise of trying to take off their bowling shoes and replace them, the group finally made it to the car.

“Not enough room— Let me sit on your lap.” Jeonghwa whined, sitting on Jungkook’s lap. who happily agreed.

Y/n was buckling up in the front seat.

“You probably don’t want to ever take us out again.”

“No, I like this.” He chuckled. “It’s funny.”

“Are you saying that just because?”

“No.” Jimin began driving Jungkook’s car. “It’s refreshing. Yeah it’s sticky and gross but you guys are actually cool people to be around.”

“I don’t see how you feel that way, but that’s sweet.”

His heart dropped at her reply, suddenly feeling a bit nervous.

He wasn’t ill, but he definitely didn’t feel good. Maybe anxious, or some sort of nervous sweat.

How strange.

They pulled up to Y/n’s apartment. The two worked together to get the drunken adults in the car and into the guest rooms in Y/n’s extra bedroom.

“They’re kinda cramped in there.” He eyes the adults.

“Does it matter?” Y/n spoke. “They’ll figure it out.”

“Guess so.”

“Did you want to spend the night too?” She offered. “Your cars still over there. He just take you in the morning to get it.”

“You sure?”

She nodded. “Of course. The least I can do for you helping put up with them.”

“That would be nice yeah.” He smiled. “Are you going to sleep right now?”

“Nah, I’m wide awake honestly.” She shrugged. “Recently I haven’t been sleeping until damn near 4.”

“Same here. Don’t know what it is.” He replied.

“Oh sorry. Jungkook and Taehyung actually have some clothes if you want to borrow them.” She suddenly remembered.

“Yeah I’ll take them. I feel sweaty and gross.” He made a sour face.

“Go shower.” Y/n grabbed him some clothes for him to wear.

“Thank you so much.” He smirked. “You’re actually a really good host.”

“Yeah, that’s only for tonight only. Every time after this you’re on your own.”

“You think I’ll be over again? Nice to know you’ve thought that far ahead about me.” He tilted his head.

“Well— I don’t know. Just go shower.” She shooed him.

She was warming up to him. He could feel it.

He took the clothes and went over to her bathroom.

As he got in her shower he couldn’t help but have a stupid grin on his face, thinking of how cute she looked when he spoke.

He couldn’t help but be nosy. He examined her shower, looking at all the products she had.

“So many vanilla scents.” He mumbled to himself.

He barely knew anything about her. Everything he knew was simply an assumption.

The two spoke rarely ever and a lot of the knowledge he had came from being one of her followers on social media. He wasn’t sure she even followed him back.

Her friends spoke about her a lot. Telling him all sorts of adventures they had.

Her friends cared about her a lot, all four of them spoke so well about her.

It made him grow curious about her.

He finished up his shower, getting out and drying himself off.

He changed into the clothes she provided him.

He smelt just like her. The clothes he was wearing and the scents from the body wash he used.

He didn’t mind at all, he felt so comfortable and relaxed.

He got out of the bathroom, walking out to the living room where Y/n was on the couch.

“Feel better?” She looked over at him.

Her voice was like honey to his ears, even if before it was a few sentences here and there.

He nodded. “Much better. You have so many options to clean my body with.”

“I love vanilla scented anything. So I stocked up.” She laughed. “The boys hate it. They don’t understand how I’d want to smell like something edible.”

“I love it.” Jimin took a seat next to her.

“Oh it smells good.” She got a whiff of him once he sat down on the couch. “I must smell so good.”

“You do. I took a sniff earlier.” He joked.

“Cause that doesn’t sound creepy.” Y/n laughed.

“You’re such a hater.” He shook his head. “It was a compliment.”

“Creepy ass way of complimenting someone.” She giggled.

“Whatever.”

“Yeah, whatever.” She mocked him, “I’m gonna watch something.”

“Oh you’re gonna hang out with me on the couch?”

“You sound so excited.” She teased him. “You thought I’d go to my room and shut the door?”

“Something like that.” He shrugged. “We’re not too close so I figured you’d avoid me.”

“Why would I do that?” She furrowed her eyebrows. “You’re everyone else’s friend. Shouldn’t I get familiar with you too?”

“That’s true.” He agreed.

“Want to build a fort?” She blurted out randomly.

“You can’t be serious. At your big age?” He snapped his head in her direction.

“I’m up, you’re up. Wouldn’t it look suspicious if me and you are on the couch together when they wake up?”

Her logic didn’t make much sense. It’s more difficult to explain the fort.

But who was he to say no to a pretty girl asking him to build a fort?

“Okay fine.”

༊—

“This looks so bad.”

“Well they have all my blankets. What do you expect?”

It was a very sad attempt at a fort. With about 3 blankets a few chairs holding it up, it was the saddest fort she’d made in a while.

“You sounded like you knew what you were doing. I just went along with it.” He shook his head, turning her TV to face the entrance.

“It’s called fake it till you make it.” She told him, tossing some pillows inside. “Clearly that didn’t work out in this case.”

“I think it’s sorta cute. Especially with these pink girlie blankets.” He crawled inside with her, his legs almost sticking out.

“In its own way— sorta.” She agreed, climbing next to him.

“And you said this was better than being seen on the couch.” Jimin mumbled.

They were even closer than they were on the couch.

Their legs were touching and they were forced to be close to one another.

“Mm yeah. But it’s cuter like this no?”

“For us maybe. For them we just look like freaky losers.” Jimin joked, making her laugh.

“Yeah I guess that’s true.” She put on a movie for the two to watch.

The two cuddled under the blanket, finding themselves oddly comfortable with one another.

Jimin kept sneaking glances at Y/n.

She was prettier up close.

And she was actually funny, hilarious even.


The camera didn’t do her enough justice. Sure, she was beautiful on screen but damn she looked even better in real life.

She was cute. Her little giggles made him smile and he was more drawn to her with each sentence.

The two talked for hours, watching multiple movies under the fort together.

He felt like he really got to know her good. The forced proximity made it much easier for him to communicate with her.

She was able to know Jimin for Jimin. Not just her friend’s friend.

She wished she had been around a bit more.

It would be a lie to say she didn’t check him out multiple times during their talks.

She instantly felt comfortable with him, just like how she was with Jungkook and Taehyung.

Except in a slightly different way.

“Damn I wish I went that night. That’s so funny” Y/n’s cheeks hurt from giggling.

“Why didn’t you?” He asked her.

“Studying. Always.” She sighed.

“You can take more study breaks. You’re taking one now aren’t you?”

“I mean yeah.”

“And it feels good huh? Don’t stress yourself out too much or you’re gonna crash out.” He scolded her.

“Yeah okay dad.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Awe, why not daddy?”

“You’re gonna make me throw up.” She fake gagged.

“Whatever. You’re no fun.” He pouted cutely.

“Oh I’m plenty fun.”

“Sure you are.”

“I am!” She argued.

“Oh you must be. Cooped up in the house all day and then going out with your friends ever so often to do what? More studying?” He cocked his eyebrow. “So much fun.”

He got here there, making her grumble. “Whatever.”

“Awe her feelings are hurt.” He baby talked her. “Come here baby Y/n.” He opened his arms up to her.

She fell into his embrace, pretending to be hurt.

“Poor Y/n.” He leaned closer, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair out of her face.

She looked up before meeting his eyes with hers.

The two remained eye contact with each other for a minute.

He holds her gaze, his heart pounding in his chest as he feels the tension building between the two.

He leans in closer, his breath hitching as he feels her breath against his lips.

The two naturally collided into a sweet kiss. He closes his eyes as he feels her lips against his, a surge of emotion coursing through him.

His arms wrap around her waist as he deepens the kiss, feeling lost in the moment.

When he finally pulls away, she looks at him. “Jungkook is gonna kill me.” She chuckled.

Jimin couldn’t help but smile into their next kiss before the kiss deepens once again.

His hands wander up her back, pulling her closer to him. He breaks the kiss again, his forehead resting against hers as he catches his breath.

“Goddamn that’s addicting.” Jimin kissed her again, getting rougher with his mouth.

The kisses were now wet and sloppy, demanding more and more.

His tongue slipped into her mouth as he explored every inch of it. His hands wandered down to her ass, squeezing it tightly as he grinds against her.

She could feel herself growing wet from just his kisses alone, whining into his mouth.

He can feel her liquid arousal and it only makes him want her more.

“Fuck, I’m wet.” She whined into his mouth.

He growls, his lips trailing down to her neck as he begins to nibble and suck on it.

He can feel her growing wetter and it only makes him harder. He reaches down, his hand slipping into her pants as he begins to rub her clit.

She knew she had to be quiet because her friends were in the other room but she couldn’t help herself. “J-Jimin.” She whimpered.

He smirks against her neck, his fingers moving faster against her clit. He can hear the desperation in her voice and he loves every second of it.

He sucks on her neck harder, leaving a few marks as he continues to pleasure her. "Shh, we can’t have them wake up? Specially not to their precious Y/n whining like that. Filthy girl.”

His fingers moved faster, feeling how wet and ready she was. He groans, his own desire growing with every whimper and moan that escaped her lips.

"You like that, baby? You like it when I make you cum?" He whispers, his lips trailing down to her ear.

“Mhm.. so good.” She tried her best to stay decently quiet, enough for only Jimin to hear.

He shivers at the feeling of her warm breath against his ear. He can feel his desire building up.

He knows he needs to be inside her soon. "I need to fuck you, baby. I need to feel you around me now already."

He knows he should stop now, but he also knows he won't be able to control himself once he gets inside her.

“Are you on anything? I don’t have a condom” He looked down at her as he laid her on her back.

“On the pill.” She replied, a hint of whining in the tone of her voice.

He slid her panties to the side. He was almost in shambles once he seen her glistening pussy in front of him.

"Fuck... I'll pull out, okay? I need to be inside you." He slid his boxers down. “Can’t wait for this pretty pussy.”

He positions himself at her entrance, his eyes locked onto hers. He can feel the heat radiating off her and it's driving him crazy.

He slowly starts to push inside of her, his breath hitching as he feels her tight walls gripping him. "Fuck... you feel so good Y/n"

He groans at the feeling of her squeezing around him. He starts to move his hips, thrusting in and out of her. "You feel so fucking good, baby. I won't last long."

Took them this long to finally meet, this was definitely the best introduction.

Her pussy was so wet and warm, inviting him in instantly the second he slid inside of her.

Their skin slapping sounds echoed through the living room. It didn’t help that Jimin was picking up the pace.

“Fuck— We’re gonna make them wake up.” She mumbled against his ear, almost dying trying to stay silent.

He smirks against her neck as he continues to thrust into her, the feeling of being so close to the edge only turning him on more.

"It's so hot, knowing we could get caught. You're so fucking hot for this, Y/n.” He leaned forward, kissing on her neck some more.

“Using every excuse in the book not to meet me. Always studying.” He continued. “Now look at you.” He chuckled.

His words went in her ears and straight to her pussy, making her whine.

He groans and thrusts deeper, his hips snapping harder as he feels her start to tremble beneath him. "That's it, Y/n. Cum for me. I want to feel you cum all over my cock."

“Fuck I’m cumming.” She whined out his name multiple times before the two both reached their high.

Jimin pulled out, cumming on her stomach.

“Shit.” He cursed, instantly cleaning her up.

“Wow.” She panted. “That was something.”

“Yeah. I would stay home too if my pussy was that good.” Jimin added, cleaning her up.

“That good?” She rose her eyebrow. Jimin looked up at her seriously.

“That good.”

“Fuck it.” Y/n looked out the window. She could see the sun rise.

“One more round before they get up?”

[urlibragirl]

summary : you and eren were childhood friends, but you guys drifted apart. One day, Eren decide to stick the pieces back.

warnings/content : mdni!, fem!reader, jealous!eren, eren is a virgin, little bit of angst, p in v intercourse, unprotected sex, oral sex(m receiving)

word count : 1271

Sighing heavily, Eren rubbed his forehead as he tried to recall the events leading up to your falling out. You guys had been inseparable during childhood, always playing together and sharing secrets. But somewhere along the line, things changed. 

He remembered the day clearly, it was after Jean had joined your group of friends. There was something different about you, you seemed happier, more confident. And yet, at the same time, she seemed distant too. Like there was part of herself that kept hidden even from him.

Grinning widely, you clapped your hands excitedly as you talked to your friends about the tv-show you watched the night before. Your laugh echoed through the hallways, drawing attention from everyone around you.

You may have been known for being somewhat wild and carefree, but there was no denying that people enjoyed being around you. Even though Eren preferred quieter gathering, he couldn’t help but admire your ability to light up any room you entered. Watching you interact with others made your heart ache just a little bit more. 

He wished things could go back to how they used to be, but he knew that ship had sailed long ago. Instead, he forced himself to focus on his studies, hoping that one day he might finally gain control over his feelings. Little did he know, your paths were destined to cross again under unexpected circumstances.

One fateful evening during winter break, Armin hosted a party at his place which included most members of their original friendship circle. Despite initially declining due to personal reasons, Eren eventually caved in under pressure from Mikasa and Jean who insisted he needed some time off studying. Reluctantly agreeing, he arrived at Armin’s house.

As the night wore on and the party reached its peak, Eren found himself drawn to you, despite the animosity that had grown between you two over the years. With a determined stride, he made his way through the crowd until he stood in front of you, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Hey," he said, trying to keep his voice casual despite the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

You glanced at him, “Oh, hey Eren,” you answered “It’s been a long time.”

You guys stood in awkward silence for a moment, the weight of your unresolved issues hanging heavy in the air.

“Look, I didn’t mean to ignore you or act like a jerk. It’s just that seeing you with Jean made me realize how much I missed having you around. We were best friends since forever, and suddenly, you were gone. I tried to move on, but my heart wouldn’t listen. So yeah, maybe I acted immaturely sometimes, but deep down, I was hurting too.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise as you listened to Eren pouring his heart out. You hadn’t expected such honesty from him. For once, he sounded vulnerable instead of aloof. “There’s also something I need to tell you,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. “Something I’ve been wanting to say for quite a while now…” You paused for effect, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“The truth is, I’m in love with you. From the moment we met all those years ago, I knew there was something special between us. And as time went by, that feeling only grew stronger.” you finally said.

“But what about Jean?” Eren asked with a surprised tone. “Oh, with Jean it wasn’t anything serious,” you said. “It’s going to sound horrible but both of us needed someone to forget about the friend they were in love with, me with you and him with Mikasa, but apparently it wasn’t really effective”

“So why didn’t you say something?” he asked. “Well, I could ask the same thing to you Eren?” you answered, teasing him a little bit.

“I guess I was just scared,” he admitted sheepishly. “ Afraid that maybe you really had moved on without me – I’ve missed you Y/N,” he confessed, his voice shaking. “More than you’ll ever know”.

As your faces drew closer, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of intense emotion. Your hearts raced in unison, beating wildly against your chests as you prepared yourselves for whatever laid ahead.  Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your lips met in a tender, passionate kiss.

It was as if all the pent-up frustration and sorrow from your tumultuous past had suddenly vanished, replaced by a powerful wave of desire and affection. Time stood still as you were both lost in the moment, savoring every second of your long-awaited reunion. 

When you guys finally pulled apart, you gazed into each other's eyes, lost in the depths of each other's souls. "I love you, Eren," you whispered, your voice shaking slightly with emotion. "And I love you too, Y/N," he replied, his voice equally strained.

As your lips parted, Eren found himself struggling to catch his breath. This was new territory for him; he had never experienced such intense passion before. He looked into your eyes, wondering if she felt the same way. 

To his relief, he saw a mix of lust and tenderness reflected back at him. Gently guiding you towards the nearby bedroom, he led you inside and closed the door behind you. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows across the walls. 

Undressing each other slowly, you were revealed in the sight of each other's naked forms for the first time. Despite being a virgin, Eren couldn't hide his excitement or nervousness. You sensed his apprehension and decided to take charge. 

Kneeling down beside him, you ran your hands up his thighs, stopping just short of his erection. Looking into his eyes, you gave him a reassuring smile before taking him into your mouth. Eren let out a moan as you teased him expertly, sucking gently on his cock while running your tongue along its length. 

Overwhelmed by pleasure, he reached down to touch your hair, encouraging you to continue. As you worked him over with your skilled tongue, he couldn't help but wonder how lucky he was to have found someone like you. 

Meanwhile, you moved up to straddle Eren's lap, grinding your hips against him suggestively. You wanted this to be special for him, and you intended to make sure it was. Slowly lowering yourself onto his hardened member, you gasped as you felt him slide inside your wet folds. It was tighter than he expected, but in a good way. 

You began moving up and down, meeting his thrusts halfway as you both sought release. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by gasps of pleasure from both parties involved. Eren grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you closer as he buried himself deeper inside your warmth with each stroke. 

Your rhythm became faster and more urgent as you neared climax. Just when it felt like neither of you could take another moment, you both cried out in ecstasy, your bodies shuddering together as you reached orgasm simultaneously.

"Oh god," Eren groaned, his voice hoarse from exertion. "That was incredible." He pulled you closer, burying his face in your neck as he savored the scent of your skin. "I don't think I've ever felt anything like that before." You smiled contentedly, tracing gentle circles on his back. "Oh don’t worry, we're just getting started." 

With renewed energy, you two began exploring each other's bodies once more, lost in the heat of the moment. Every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, heightening your senses and deepening your connection. 

a/n : i wrote this at 2 a.m, so there might be grammar mistakes sorry

[lemonlover1110]

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Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo NSFW Week 2023 Masterlist

Pairing: ex bf!Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Day 2: Face Fucking

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Jealous!Satoru, Semi-Public Sex, Face Fucking, Gagging

Summary: Satoru didn't know what to expect when he bumped into his ex-girlfriend at an engagement party. But he certainly didn't expect her jealousy.

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Satoru didn’t expect to see you again, not so soon at the very least. Two months ago, you two decided to end your relationship. Even though you were so in love with each other, you were both so busy. You weren’t giving each other the time or energy you deserve and you decided that it was best to go your separate ways amicably before either of you made a decision that’d lead you to hate each other.

Satoru found it hard to move on so he decided that the best way to get over the breakup is by completely ignoring you. It’s hard to ignore when you’re technically coworkers, but in the end he managed to. He didn’t care all that much when he heard that you’ve started dating again, as long as he didn’t see you, he’d be fine. 

But two months later you find yourself at the same engagement party– Of course you do, you have the same friend group, you’re just closer to different people which means that you haven’t bumped into each other while hanging out. But you had to bump into each other eventually. 

What better place than an engagement party? You’re the first person he notices when he walks into the place. You’re wearing a baby blue sleeveless dress. Satoru tries to avert his gaze, feeling his cheeks heat up. It’s embarrassing the effect that you have on him, even when you’re still broken up. He forces himself to walk in a different direction, knowing that if he steps near you, he’d try to win you back by the end of the night. 

He tries to go on with his night as if he hadn’t seen you, and it sort of works even though you’re plaguing his mind. He doesn’t see you until the end of the night, when you spot him and don’t even bother thinking twice before linking your arm with his.

“It’s so nice to see you here, Satoru. Are you here alone?” You ask, and he furrows his eyebrows. He’s a bit confused as to why you’ve decided to walk up to him so late, he knows you’ve seen him; you made eye contact, you definitely saw him. He wonders why you’re by his side but then he realizes something. He’s talking to a woman alone, but it seems that you don’t know that the woman is married. “Who’s your friend?”

“She’s just–” He doesn’t even know how to answer. Just some woman that he met tonight, he wants to try and make you jealous but it seems that you already are, otherwise, you wouldn’t have come up to him. “What do you need?”

“Would you excuse us for a moment?” You ask the woman that’s in front of you and she slightly nods before she walks away to her lover. You pout your lips, crossing your arms. For a moment you just stare at each other and when Satoru opens his mouth, you say, “What were you doing with her?”

“Does it concern you?” He responds. You click your tongue and roll your eyes. He tells you, “I’ve heard you’ve moved on.”

“I haven’t.” You answer, and he raises his brow. He’s about to ask about all the dates you’ve been, and you know it. You simply sigh, “I was just trying to fill the void. Going on dates helped.”

“Is that really what you needed? If you needed to fill the void, you could’ve called.” Satoru tells you, and you roll your eyes. 

“We agreed to end things, why would I have called you for sex?” You say, and it makes Satoru clench his jaw. That’s not what he wanted to hear. He didn’t want to hear about you having sex with other people– You haven’t confirmed it but it’s very clear.

“So what? Do you want to get back together or something?” He asks, staring you down. You look away, not able to maintain eye contact with him, which makes him scoff. Your answer is clearly no but you have the audacity to walk up to him when you’re feeling jealous. He doesn’t know why he expected anything different. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Satoru–” Your hand goes to his bicep to stop him from walking away. He glares at you, while your hand goes down his arm and to his hand. “I do want to get back together…”

“Huh?” He sounds genuinely confused. Your lips meet his momentarily before they go to his ear. Your teeth nibble on his earlobe, and when Satoru is about to push you away because he does have a bit of shame and he doesn’t want all his friends to see you doing this, you whisper, “Meet me in the bathroom.” 

Before he can question you, you walk away and indeed go to the bathroom. He stands, completely dumbfounded for a minute. Should he go? His legs are almost moving on their own, but he has to hold his ground. Will he really give in so easily? He doesn’t want you to think that you can draw him in any time you want… Even though you can. He just doesn’t want you to think that you can. Knowing that you hold this type of power over him is a very bad idea. 

He condemns himself as he walks to the bathroom. He really can’t resist you, as hard as he tries to anyway. His hand goes on the doorknob and when he tries to twist it, the door is locked. He knocks on it, and he tells you, “It’s me, Satoru.”

You open the door, biting down on your bottom lip. He steps into the bathroom, looking around to check if anyone is watching him but no one is. He steps into the bathroom, his hands wrapping around your waist while his hands go to his tie. 

“You really wanna do this? In the bathroom of a house that you don’t own?” Satoru asks, making sure that you’re doing something you want. You answer by kissing his neck and sucking on that sweet spot that makes Satoru weak in the knees. That’s your response. Your hands go to the buckle of his belt. You undo his belt before getting on your knees. 

You unbutton his pants and pull them down, along with his boxers which allows his cock to break free from its constraints. You lick your lips at the sight and your hand wraps around his cock before your tongue licks up from the base to the tip before your tongue circles around it. You seem to be taking your sweet time and while Satoru enjoys it, he isn’t all that patient at the moment.

“Open wide.” Satoru orders and you’re not sure why he wants you to but you do it. Within a moment, his whole length is in your mouth and you’re gagging. You look up at him, tears welling up in your eyes, and Satoru holds your head so you’re unable to pull away.

He pulls your head off, allowing you to take some air before he does it again. This time he doesn’t hold your head, he moves his hips. The tears stream down your face and he says, “Did you do this with your other dates?”

Drool is running down your mouth, and his balls smacking your chin when his cock is all the way inside your mouth. He taunts you, “Aren’t you gonna answer? Is your mouth too full?”

He loves seeing you like this, on your knees and taking every inch of him inside your mouth. Satoru has never done this with you, he’s usually the sweetest with you but his jealousy is getting the best of him. Maybe this is what you wanted and why you decided to split ways, so he’ll please you. He’ll be mean. He’ll fuck your face until you’re pushing him off. 

He holds your head again, and for what almost feels like a minute, you’re gagging on every inch of his cock. Until you tap his thighs and he lets go, allowing you to breathe again. You take a moment to breathe again, and he comments “You’ve never looked so pretty.”

Your mouth is wrapped around his cock again and he’s rougher. You know how his climax approaches, as he makes more noise. His thrusts begin to get sloppy, and his breath hitches. He stops moving his hips when his cum finally hits the back of your throat, and he holds your head until every drop of his cum is in your mouth. He lets go of your head and takes his cock out, tapping the tip on your lips before saying, “Hope that you didn’t do that with your dates.”

When you catch your breath and wipe the corners of your mouth, you get up from the floor. He’s clearly jealous and you’re going to rile him up even more, so that every one in this engagement party will hear you scream his name. There’s a smirk on your face and your hands go to the back of your neck before your lips go to his ear,

“Do you wanna see more of what I did with them?”

[crackedpumpkin]

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝟎𝟔 |

[ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] | [ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ] | [ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 ���𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

“Tell me again why I need to come down?” You ask, exaggerating a loud sigh of annoyance. 

You can practically hear the way Cole rolls his eyes over the phone. “Zane asked me to call you down since he’s busy. Wouldn’t want to leave him hanging, would you?” 

The call had come before class started, just as you entered and placed your bag down in the empty seat beside you. To your surprise, Cole’s name appears on the phone screen. It’d been a couple days since you had dinner together after losing a bet, so receiving a call from him is lowkey a(n) (unwelcome) surprise. 

Upon picking up, a husky voice greets you with the barest of formalities before practically ordering you to come to the monastery after your lectures. As much as you hate to admit it, you blushed a little at his voice before clearing your throat and firing back a mean remark because c’mon, who said he could use animosity against the sun as an excuse to be rude to you?

“Unfortunately for you guys, I’m not so free as to travel all the way to the other side of Ninjago City on a whim.” Someone moves in the corner of your eyes, turning to see the girl who returned your wallet to you the other day wave sheepishly. 

You move away the bag, allowing her to sit down in the now-empty space. “Hey,” You greet her quietly, pulling the phone away from your ear and covering the mic while ignoring whatever Cole’s saying. 

“Hi,” She whispers back shyly, “It’s me, Holly.” She adds, noticing the quiet struggle you’re having trying to remember her name. Exhaling in relief, you smile sheepishly at her. “Don’t worry about it,” she says softly, turning to take out her materials and prepare for class. 

“You there? Hello?” 

Whoops. He’s annoyed now. 

“Yeah, I’m still here. So at a cafe then? I’ll text you the location. Okay class is starting soon see you bye!” 

“WHAT THE FU-”

You end the call in a hurry, pressing the red button just as Cole’s loud cry of protest starts. 

Placing it on the table, you pull out a notebook from your bag and some stationary before finally turning back to Holly who’d been minding her own business. “Sorry about that.” She tilts her head with a chuckle. 

“It’s fine,” She dismisses it easily. “I’ve heard rumours about this professor though, he always gives loads of group projects. My cousin told me writing a blog is a compulsory assignment.”

Dismay sets in at the thought of having to come up with writing an entire blog by yourself, slumping back in your seat with a loud groan. “Maybe it’s not too late to drop out of the course.” Your muttered words draw an unexpected laugh, taking unbridled joy at seeing Holly dissolve into a fit of giggles. 

“Mood. But hopefully, it won’t be that bad. Maybe we’ll even get partnered up!” The thought of doing the project with someone you at least know cheers you up somewhat, sitting up in your seat with mildly renewed energy. 

The professor enters with prominent dark circles around her eyes, scanning the people in her class before plopping down at her desk with a steaming cup of black coffee in hand and a laptop in the other.

“I’ll get this straight. I have an attendance requirement of 75% - blame the university, not me. As long as you let me finish my lesson, I don’t really care what you do in class as long as it isn’t disruptive. Lastly, there’re extra credit assignments you can take in the course material.”

Just as she finishes speaking, you notice a couple of students open their laptops and put on muted videos of Subway Surfers with their eyes still on the professor. She doesn’t seem to care at all like she’s mentioned earlier, taking a big swig of her coffee before she continues.

“I’m not contactable outside working hours because I have a life, but I’ll get back to you when I can. Additionally,” She pauses, looking around the room with a scrutinising eye. You stare at her blankly, waiting for her to continue. The tip of your pen barely brushes against the thin paper of your notebook, mildly taken aback by how aloof she is.

“Some of your relatives who’ve attended my lessons might’ve told you about my assignments. I’d like to make it clear that I’m changing it up this year. The first project you’ll be doing is starting a business. As long as you demonstrate that you understand the basis and foundation of all the stuff I’m teaching, the business can be about anything.”

The projector flashes for a moment, showing the bright screen of her laptop where she’d already pre-assigned partners beforehand. Your name appears next to Holly’s. Both of you turn to each other with excited grins. 

“Now, who’ll volunteer to be the TA?” 

The utter silence that falls over everyone should’ve been the first warning sign. It’s only after Holly pokes your arm with a pencil that you realise everyone’s looking at you. The professor follows their gazes, patiently waiting for you to respond. 

Just perfect.

Holly’s guilty smile suggests that she wouldn’t have volunteered on your behalf even if you are beginning to be friends. So, you lift your hand begrudgingly with a resigned sigh. “I volunteer as tribute.” 

The professor nods in approval, blinking almost owlishly as a realisation of sorts dawns on her. “Have I told you guys my name yet?”

Maybe it’s not too late to drop out after all.

— — — — — 

Musketeer [ 02:07 PM ]: has sent a location

Musketeer [ 02:07 PM ]: see u at 3

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:07 PM ]: are you srsly expecting us to rush down rn

Musketeer [ 02:08 PM ]: not rn but also dont u have dragons???

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:08 PM ]: yes and

Musketeer [ 02:10 PM ]: wowur so funny hahahhahahahah

Musketeer [ 02:10 PM ]: /sarcastic

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:11 PM ]: remind me why we have to be soulmates again

Musketeer [ 02:11 PM ]: we cld always not be

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:11 PM ]: thats fair

Musketeer [ 02:11 PM ]: anyw see u at 3

It’s been at least a month or so since you both found out you were soulmates, but neither of you had properly acknowledged what to do. After all, it’s awkward any time one of you brings it up even slightly as if it’s a tacit agreement to swerve around the topic. 

Through the banter and snarky remarks, there’s always an underlying question of ‘What are we?’ that haunts your conversations. Even now, you’re running away from it through text. Through text, of all things. Sure, you’re a coward, but you didn’t remember it being this bad.

Are you friends? Acquaintances? Enemies? 

It’s difficult to put a label on it, especially since he hasn’t revealed anything about his feelings towards the whole soulmate thing either. You’ve already made it pretty clear how you feel about it, but it’s almost unnerving how he hasn’t tried to address it either.

The closest label you can slap on the weird relationship between you is probably frenemies? You’re not entirely sure why you’re trying to define what you are even now, but the uncertainty of everything is slowly getting to you. 

It’s ironic how you’d always criticise webtoons and romantic movies for never communicating, yet it’s the exact same thing you’re doing right now. Wow. You truly are pathetic. 

You lift your head at the sound of your name being called. A sudden coldness presses against your cheek, shocking you out of your thoughts as you flinch away from it. Holly greets you with a warm smile, handing you the bubble tea she’s just held against your face.

“You looked kinda out of it. You didn’t even hear me call you.” Aiming the sharp tip of the straw at the cover, you swiftly poke a hole through it and take a long, slow sip. 

“Sorry,” you say through chews, the rubbery texture of the brown sugar pearls giving you something to focus on. “I was thinking about our project.” You can’t have anyone find out about your situation, especially not the students in this school. 

She brightens up at the mention, taking out her phone. “Right! I was thinking about it too! Would you like to meet up another day to brainstorm and sort it out?” She turns the screen around to face you, your name prominently displayed in a new contact.

You enter your number quickly on the screen, pressing call. The phone in your hand vibrates, her own number appearing at the top. “Sorry we can’t do it today, I’ve got an appointment.” 

“That’s okay.” She seems to not mind, shrugging it off easily. “I’ve got something else on too. My mom needs me to stop by the grocery store to buy some stuff for tonight.” She stands up from the seat. “I’ll text you the details and ideas.”

“Sounds good.” You wave her off, watching her leave with a smile. Holly doesn’t seem so bad. She’s nice, and pretty friendly too. The best part is that she’s never once asked you about the ninja either, even after overhearing your phone call this morning.

You pull out your phone and save her number, adding a little smiley face next to her name. It’s been a hectic day, but knowing you’ve got a potential friend in Holly makes it a bit brighter. With a final glance at the door where she exited, you gather your things and head towards the café, feeling a bit more optimistic about your project.

The walk there is about ten minutes according to Google Maps, though navigating through the roads is tricky. Kids on bikes delivering newspapers scare you at almost every turn, barely managing to avoid getting run over if not for their bells acting as a warning signal. 

At least the weather isn’t so bad today, you muse with a smile, enjoying the breeze. If not for the sudden appointment to meet, you would’ve probably gone to the park to find any stray cats or dogs to play with. 

Does he like cats?

Maybe not. He seems like a dog person. But then again, he does have a vibe that would draw cats to him. You could put it to the test perhaps. Damn it. You should’ve set the park as the venue to meet. 

The visual image of you picking him up and shaking him vigorously to use him as a magnet to attract cats and dogs makes you snort in pure amusement, only for your laugh to die down when you turn the corner. 

A jeep is parked right outside a jewellery store, where glass shards litter the sidewalk. The sound of rambunctious laughter fills the air as masked figures shove bags filled with necklaces and bracelets lined with glittering gems into the jeep’s open back. 

Your heart skips a beat, eyes widening at the sight of the chaos. One of the robbers, a hulking figure with a crowbar, leans casually against the shattered glass door, smirking as his companions continue their work.

But it’s not the robbers or the wreckage that makes your blood run cold. Among the masked figures is one that stands out—a familiar lean figure cloaked in dark clothing, a distinctive mask hiding their features. You recognize the thief instantly, the same one who’d caused a fiasco at the museum not too long ago, making off with a priceless artefact right under the noses of everyone. The memory of that night flashes through your mind—the smug glint in their eyes, the familiar gadget on their hand that caused a sinkhole….

You pause. Now that you think about it, if it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t have figured out Cole is your soulmate. So in retrospect, every moment of turmoil you’re facing with the acknowledgement of your fear and cowardice is their fault.

Now, here they are again, caught red-handed in yet another heist. The thief moves with an effortless grace, tossing a heavy bag into the jeep before turning back to the store. Even from this distance, you can sense the arrogance, the thrill they take in outsmarting everyone around them. Your hands clench into fists at your sides, a mix of anger and determination bubbling up.

What are the odds of running into them again? And why here, of all places? Your mind races, torn between the urge to call for help and the reckless impulse to intervene right then and there. 

As you edge closer, careful to avoid stepping on any glass shards and pressing your back to the wall, the thief’s head turns slightly, as if sensing your presence. You freeze, holding your breath, hoping to remain unnoticed.

The thief pauses, glancing around with narrowed eyes, but the robbers' loud banter covers any noise you might have made. Well, that is, until you get so caught up in the moment that you forget your phone isn’t on silent. 

“JUMP UP KICK BACK WHIP AROUND AND SPIN-”

“Motherfucker-” You mutter, scrambling in a panic to silence Cole’s call. Your chest practically collapses from the shaky exhale after, before holding your breath in a sudden wave of panic. 

A quiet crunch echoes through the street, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness. Slowly, you look up, eyes widening at the sight of the thief standing right outside the store, the other robbers gathered around. 

For a moment, you lock eyes—or at least, you think you do, through the mask. An awkward silence hangs in the air, thick and heavy. Your tongue darts out, licking your suddenly dry lips as you desperately try to find a way to escape from the situation.

“So…A great day for robbery, am I right?” The stuttered laughter that tumbles past your lips twists your insides into a nervous knot. Lifting your hand, you gesture to the group. “Carry on then, as you were.”

Silence continues to plague the next few seconds, already severely regretting even opening your mouth at all as the robbers behind the thief glance at each other with uncertainty. The thief studies you closely, their piercing gaze stopping when they widen their eyes. A spark of recognition flickers in the air, and you swear you see the thief's lips twitch into a smirk beneath the mask. 

The audacity of this bitch-

Just as you decide to drop your stuff and book it, a familiar voice cuts through the air. "Hey! What’s going on here?" You whip around to see Cole rounding the corner, eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene. 

Relief washes over you, knowing you’re not alone, but it’s quickly replaced by a renewed sense of urgency. The robbers have spotted him too, and you can see the tension in their stance from recognising the ninja, readying to fight or flee.

Cole, they’re armed!” you shout, moving to his side. “I think,” you add quickly, correcting yourself. The masked thief’s gaze lingers on you for a second longer, before they turn to the jeep, making a split-second decision.

He shoots you a quick glance, his voice low and steady. “Stay back,” he warns, already moving in front of you. His stance shifts, ready for a fight, his eyes locked on the thieves. “This isn't your lucky day,” he calls out to them, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he sizes up the situation.

“Let’s go!” the thief orders, their voice sharp and commanding through the distortion filter. The robbers scramble, abandoning the last of the loot in their haste to jump into the jeep. Engines roar to life, tyres screeching as the vehicle speeds off into the night, leaving behind the shattered jewellery store and a trail of broken glass.

“Wait, that’s not how it’s supposed to go-” 

“Shut up and go after them!” He yelps, caught off guard by your forceful grab of his wrist, practically dragging him to chase after the car. “Summon your dragon or something! I don’t know,” you say desperately through rapid pants, the jeep getting further away with each passing second. 

“I know what to do!” He retorts with a scoff, making the swift decision to tug you toward him, scooping you up in his arms before doing a front flip. His dragon materialises in an instant, roaring loudly as it flies after the jeep. You blink, the nausea catching up in an instant as you press yourself against his chest, his shirt gripped tightly in your hands.

Slow, deep breaths, you chant to yourself. The moment of weightlessness when he’d suddenly grabbed you was terrifying. It wasn’t the heights or motion that had your stomach churning, but more of the loss of control of your senses in that split moment. 

Either way, the musky bergamot scent on his collar mixed with the weird presence of vanilla icing helps calm your racing heart down. “Are you done sniffing me yet?” Your eyes snap open, shifting into an upright position in an instant as you shove him away. 

Clearing your throat, you focus your gaze on the jeep that’s a few feet ahead. “Can you go any faster?” 

It takes a second for him to respond. “Yeah.” Your clear refusal to turn around and reveal the mortifying shade of red that colours your entire face. You don’t even turn that red when you drink alcohol or exercise. 

“Really though?” 

His sudden question makes you turn, the offended tone in his voice making you momentarily forget about the heavy flush in your cheeks. “You just had to use that song?”

The moment when your phone rang loudly pops back into your mind, grinning widely with all embarrassment long gone at the reminder. “Can you blame me though? It was perfect. I don’t even have to tell who it is when I pick it up.”

“The band made an appreciation song once,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Whatever. What’s got you so worked up about them anyway? I can just let Kai know to take over.” He pauses at your furrowed brows and tightly drawn lips, taking the hint to fall silent and wait for your explanation.

“The one with the mask… They’re the thief I ran into at the museum. The one who stole the scroll and made a hole in the ground.” His eyes widen at your explanation, inhaling sharply through his teeth with a wince. “That’s why we have to catch them. Isn’t that your job, anyway?”

He shoots you a glance, rolling his eyes. “Yes, that is my job. One that I don’t get paid too well for, by the way.” You blink, the corner of your lips turned down into a sceptical frown.

“Don’t you get sponsorships and stuff? Zane told me about how you guys were models for this protein bar.” 

“Don’t even start,” he groans, tilting his head back with an exasperated huff. “I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing the posters.” The dragon swerves to make a hard right, and you almost fall off the saddle if not for his quick reflexes.

“If you wanted to get off, you could’ve just asked,” he states in a sassy manner. You’d love to smack the smug smirk off his face, but at what feels like twenty feet in the air, you're not about to take that risk. Instead, you settle for a grumpy scowl, letting his arm act as your seat belt.

Cole’s dragon swoops lower, bringing you both closer to the ground as the jeep speeds away with the stolen goods. You grip the dragon’s saddle tighter, frustration and determination swirling within you.

“Honestly, it’s like these guys want to get caught,” you mutter under your breath, your eyes locked on the jeep. The thief with the mask is leaning out of the vehicle, seemingly unfazed by the height of the dragon above them.

“They're probably professionals,” Cole replies, his tone light but focused. “But that’s what makes catching them all the more fun.”

“Fun?” you scoff, shooting him a look. “You call this fun?”

He grins, the wind tousling his hair as he manoeuvres the dragon with practised ease. “C’mon, you’ve gotta admit, there’s a thrill to it. Besides, you’re not exactly sitting back and watching.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny the adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Fine, maybe a little,” you admit begrudgingly, though your mind is still on the thief.

As the jeep turns sharply down an alley, Cole’s gaze hardens. “C’mon Rocky,” he urges, the dragon barely acknowledging him with a soft growl. His arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer as it descends. 

Unfortunately, he fails to mention one tiny detail—his plan to dematerialize the dragon upon landing. So, when you both hit the ground and the dragon vanishes, your hands flail, searching desperately for anything to grab onto. Fortunately, his arm is still securely around you.

Well, now it’s more like he’s carrying you by the waist, your legs and arms flailing helplessly in midair. You’re left with an expression of pure, unfiltered defeat as you dangle from his grasp like an oversized sack of potatoes.

“For your information, I’m not enjoying this ninja process.”

He barely acknowledges you with a hum, gently setting you back down onto solid ground. He takes a step back, the earlier warmth of his body heat gone in an instant. You dust yourself off, trying to play off the utter ridiculousness felt from earlier. 

The jeep is heading down the alley toward you both. He readies his stance, eyes narrowed from under his gi (when did he even put on the hood, anyway?). You copy him unsurely, knees bent and arms held up in a defensive stance. “Won’t they run us over?”

He snorts. “They wouldn’t dare. I’m the Earth Ninja! They know better than to do that!”

The jeep doesn’t slow down.

“You might know that,” the loud purring of its engine doesn’t decrease. In fact, it does the exact opposite as it speeds up. “But do they??”

With each millisecond that passes, the confidence in his eyes begins to waver. You take a deep breath, blood rushing through your veins in a roaring symphony. At the very last second, you push him out of the way and crash to the ground, landing squarely on top of him.

As you land on top of him, the thief at the wheel locks eyes with you through the open window. Their smug gaze practically beamed through their mask, even honking a couple times as they stick a gloved hand out the window in a mocking farewell.

Frustration bubbles up inside you, and before you can stop yourself, your fist connects with whatever’s beneath you. Unfortunately, that happens to be Cole’s abdomen. His pained hiss snaps you out of it, and you turn to see his grimace. Deciding not to give him an apology after almost getting the both of you run over, you ignore his outstretched hand in a request for help.

“You said they wouldn’t run us over!!”

He takes a deep breath. “Well,” he starts, looking from you to the jeep, “I was wrong.”

You’ve gotta be kidding me.

He groans as he sits up, the sting of your punch still lingering. “But in my defence, who actually tries to run over a ninja?” He gives you a lopsided grin, though you can sense the irritation bubbling beneath its surface.

You don’t give him a moment to recover. “Them, apparently.” Jittery annoyance fuels your pacing. “Can’t we go after them again? Where’s Rocky?”

“I’d love to, but,” he finally manages to stand. “Someone decided to punch me and leave me winded.”

"Don’t blame me for saving your life," you snap. The adrenaline is still thrumming through your veins, making your hands shake as you shove them into your pockets. "Besides, you’re the one who said they wouldn’t dare."

Cole rolls his eyes, his expression softening when he spots the slightest tremble that you try to hide. "Okay, fair point. But we’ve gotta figure out our next move before they get too far."

You stop pacing, turning to face him. "Right, so where’s Rocky? Or are we gonna jog after them like idiots?"

He glances around the alley, his brow furrowing. "Rocky needs time to recharge after dematerializing, so we’re on foot for now." He catches the look on your face and quickly adds, "But I’ve got an idea. There’s a shortcut through the market district. If we hustle, we might catch up before they get too far."

You let out an exasperated sigh, but you nod, already mentally preparing for the sprint. "Fine, lead the way. But if we end up lost, I’m blaming you."

Cole chuckles, already starting down the alley at a fast jog. "Trust me, you’re gonna love my shortcuts."

As you follow him, the banter between you eases some of the tension. Despite the annoyance simmering beneath the surface, there’s a strange comfort in the rhythm of your bickering. You might not be thrilled about this whole soulmate business, but in moments like this, you can almost see why fate would pair you two together.

Almost.

The roar of the jeep’s engine is familiar to your ears, practically sensing it coming down the last of the twists and turns he’s led you through. “C’mon!” You urge him quickly, sprinting the last few metres to see the jeep turn the corner.

You glare through the windshield at the thief whose eyes widen in pure shock, not having expected you to get there so quickly. Satisfaction makes your heart calm, spotting Cole’s narrowed eyes filled with determination.

He skids to a stop beside you, lifting his arms and slamming them into the ground. The earth rumbles, responding to his will. A crater forms instantly in the jeep’s path. The driver has no time to react, plummeting into it. The jeep flips violently, crashing into the far side. 

A plume of smoke is sent up from the impact, and you begin to approach it before flinching when it explodes right in front of your eyes. Instinctively shielding yourself from the debris, you turn to look at Cole in disbelief.

“That wasn’t me!” He denies vehemently, holding his hands up innocently and shaking his head as the jeep behind you is engulfed in flames. The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline fills the air, onlookers whispering to each other and taking out phones to record the scene.

You take a tentative step forward, sharing a glance with him as you approach the wreckage. You squint through the haze, expecting to see the robbers either unconscious or scrambling to escape.

The embers die down, someone having grabbed a fire extinguisher and extinguished the flames until all that’s left is smoke. But when it clears, you find the jeep completely empty, save for the stolen jewellery scattered in the backseat. The robbers have vanished, leaving behind only the glittering spoils of their heist.

“They’re gone,” you mutter, half in disbelief. Cole steps closer, examining the wreckage with a frown.

“Must’ve bailed right before the crash somehow,” he says, his tone laced with frustration. He turns to you, the remnants of the battle still lingering in his tense posture. “At least we got the jewellery back.”

You nod, though your eyes linger on the destroyed jeep, wondering just how close you were to catching them. The tension in the air slowly dissipates as the reality of the situation sinks in, but the mystery of the robbers’ disappearance only adds to the unease.

The aftermath of it all is pretty straightforward. The jewellery is returned to the store owner, though Cole gives you a stern glare when he catches you discreetly trying to negotiate for a reward. Frowning in defeat, you give up when he threatens to tell Master Wu.

“You’re still a snitch, y’know.” He takes a sip from the bubble tea in his hands. Your bubble tea, in fact. The ice had already melted a long time ago so the drink was already horribly diluted, but he still insisted on finishing it instead of throwing it away.

“Even if I am,” he exhales slowly, his slow strides matching your lazy walking pace. “At least we kind of got a look at them. Maybe Zane can draw a composite sketch. I’ll let Jay know to update the police stations, and for Kai to keep a lookout during his patrol.”

“Teamwork really does make the dream work.” 

“Yeah, I guess we do make a good team.” Your playful grin falters at his response, looking away from him to the buildings opposite. The words held no ulterior hidden meaning, yet the thrumming of your heartbeat distracts you from properly focusing on the conversation.

A moment of hesitation is all he needs to grab your wrist, steps slowing to a halt. Your eyes flit from his hand to his concerned eyes, barely able to breathe. He watches you carefully, lips parting and closing as he tries to organise his thoughts. Finally, he formulates a proper sentence, uttering the exact one you’ve been dreading to hear.

“I think we need to talk. About us.”

Shit.

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Stefan Salvatore X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1023

Requested: Anon

Request: Hi, I don't know if you still write for tvd, if not ignore me! but could you doa stefan x male reader where him and stefan are in a great relationship and maybe silas tricks you into thinking he's stefan? Could you make reader a vamp as well? -🐺

Stefan had spent a lot of time chasing after Elena, so much time that he didn’t even notice you at first, the one male friends that all the girls loved to hang around with, to him you were just another in the group, it was after everything settled down that you got closer, no one was really sure when the dynamic changed for the two of you. When you were turned into a vampire after one of Katherine’s rampage through Mystic Falls Stefan became even more protective of you. Stefan was the one to teach you how to control your new abilities and help you get used to the animal blood instead of human blood. The heightened emotions were what you really struggled with and that was where the official relationship started, you ended up accidentally confessing to him and he accepted the feelings.

You were a sickeningly sweet couple, while everyone else was arguing, breaking up and getting back together you were both happy and stable. The evening before everyone went off to go and look for the cure, you had been sitting in the living room with him, your head rested on his shoulder as his hand ran through your (short/long) hair. “What would you think if I wanted to be human again?” Stefan asked suddenly, you looked at him for a second and shrugged. “It’s your choice right, it doesn’t matter what I think… But for the record I’d be sad that I’d have to lose you one day.” You explained. “Would you ever go back to being human?” He asked. “I would love to do that but as far as we know there was only one cure right?” You asked. “Mmm.” He hummed as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. “If I have you I wouldn’t mind staying like this for a little while longer.” “God you two are sickening.” Damon grumbled as you jumped, Stefan making a noise of disapproval before tightening his grip on your coaxing you to relax. “Go and mope somewhere else Damon.” Stefan ordered before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “This room is occupied.”

You had decided to stay back in case anything happened in town while the others were gone, so you had no idea what had happened, everyone had gathered at Elena’s house but no one had tried contacting you yet. Oblivious to any danger and a reassuring message from Stefan only a few hours earlier kept you patient, you turned in the kitchen coming face to face with Stefan “Oh! You didn’t message to say you were on the way home.” You smiled as you walked over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Everything is fine.” He answered, wrapping an arm around you, something didn’t feel right, you don’t know if your face gave you away one second he was holding you and the next he hand flung you across the room, with what seemed to be magic. “You're not Stefan.” You pushed yourself onto your knees, you could hear him breaking something behind you but before you could even move he drove the wood through your stomach. “Don’t worry I don’t want to kill you just yet.” He said softly as he pushed the stake further into your stomach. “Well unless they’re too busy to find you, then it’s no one's fault but their own.” He stood looking down at you. “I see why he chose you, I would have too.” He said before stepping over you and walking towards the front door, he pressed his hand to the door frame lighting it on fire before disappearing from sight.

Stefan was at Elena’s house, she was still waiting for Jeremy to wake up, something they all knew was not going to happen. His phone ringing brought him out of his thoughts, he saw your name pop up and immediately felt bad, someone should have called you “I’m sorry we meant to call- What’s that sound? (Y/N)?” He asked. “The…House… I can’t… Move-” You wheezed, you were struggling and he didn’t know why, he was sure that he could hear fire, he needed to get back to you. “Hold on, I’m coming.” He turned to leave the house Caroline close behind him. “Bonnie and Damon can stay here with Elena, we can check on (Y/N).” Caroline said, he nodded as they both headed out.

By the time that they got back to your house, it was already engulfed in flames “where is he?” Caroline asked. “Inside.” Stefan said. “You can’t go in there!” Caroline grabbed his arm as he stepped forward. “I’m not leaving him there!” Stefan snatched his arm from her running into the house “(Y/N)!” There was a crash from the kitchen. He moved quickly, they only had so long before neither of you would be able to get out, he spotted you on the floor, he could see the stake in your stomach and lifted you, you grunted. “I know I’m sorry, we’ll get that out as soon as we get out here.” From there he was careful to navigate out of the house carrying you close to his chest, Caroline waiting for you both. “Is he okay!?” She asked. “He will be.” Stefan muttered. “Alright sweetheart, I have to get this out, you have to hold on to Caroline’s hand while I pull this out okay?” “Mm.” You hummed, the chair leg was easy to pull out, he gripped the edge pulling it out fast and throwing across the road as if it burned him, he cradled you to his chest as you started to heal. “He looked just like you.” “Who did?” Stefan asked. “The one that attacked me, he looked just like you and he was using magic.” You explained. “Just rest, I’ll be right here the whole time, I won’t leave I promise, we’ll talk about this in the morning.” Stefan said, standing to walk back towards the boarding house for you to rest, he was sure that Damon could deal with Elena on his own for a few hours.

Requests and general question!

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Yandere Vampire Felix) 3.8k, vampire, fangs, blood, bullying, physical assault, harassment, kidnapping, chains, yandere, possessive, smut, non-con, dub-con, fingering, groping, penetration, blood drinking, loss of virginity, cream pie (@starillusion13)

“Please welcome our new transfer student.”

You felt kind of bad for the new kid. Transferring schools was always difficult, but doing so your senior year seemed like the worst of it. At least it wasn’t in the middle of the year.

“Would you like to introduce yourself young man? And perhaps tell us something about yourself?”

The boy scoffed. “Lee Felix.”

“… okay then, please have a seat.”

You had to admit Felix was quiet good looking, but someone like that was way out of your league. To your surprise though he sat down right next to you. That was the weirdest choice considering you sat in the front, right in the middle nonetheless. There were plenty of other open seats around too, you knew that so it made this all the stranger. You peeked back just a bit, seeing the other students whispering and looking your way. You sat alone not entirely by choice. You didn’t really have friends, and as you knew many would rather avoid the front seats. You’re more likely to get picked on up there.

Felix was quiet throughout all the morning lessons, he wouldn’t even ask to see your books, but you shared anyway. When the bell rang the other students quickly shuffled out. You were always one of the last to leave, but Felix hadn’t moved at all. You told him it was lunch time, and asked if he knew where to go. He simply nodded and you left him to his own devices. You made it to the cafeteria and got your food, sitting down in your usual spot, all alone. You were eating peacefully when a tray was suddenly set down in front of you, and Felix sat down. Once again you were shocked, more so when he spoke to you.

“Why are you alone?”

“Huh?”

“In class and here, why do you sit alone?”

“Oh… uh… I’m the smart kid… and the teacher’s pet… no one wants to hang out with that kind of person… if you want to make friends I’d recommend you sit somewhere else.”

“I can be your friend.”

“… wa… what?”

“I don’t need to be part of the social groups here and have a lot of friends, just the one will do.”

“… why me…”

“You’re pretty.” Felix smiled. “And nice.”

You felt your face heating up, and you looked away. He asked if you were alright and you nodded. That’s how your friendship began. After that day Felix was more comfortable with you, speaking freely and revealing just how chatty he really was. You adored his smile, his face full of freckles, and how sweet he really was. Although now that he seemed more alive, he was getting attention from the rest of the class. So of course that meant girls and guys alike trying to strike up a conversation, but no one ever held his interest for long.

“Why are all those girls at our table?”

“Hm?”

You followed Felix’s gaze, seeing a bunch of your classmates sitting at your usual table. There was only one empty seat left, for Felix of course.

“You can go sit over there…”

“Why would I do that?” Felix chuckled, playfully nudging you. “Come on, another empty table over here.”

Unfortunately for you Felix wasn’t the only one getting attention. In the moments you’d find yourself alone some of your other classmates would confront you.

“Felix is way out of your league, you know that right?”

“I’m not trying to date him… we’re just friends…”

“Good. Speaking of, maybe you and I should be friends.”

“She doesn’t need other friends.” Felix came over to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Get lost.”

“Why can’t we be friends? All of us together-”

“If you really wanted to be her friend you would have been one already.”

“It’s a new year. Our last one-”

“Let’s go, y/n.”

Felix pulled you along and you returned to the classroom. He didn’t comment more on that whole scene and just asked about the homework, wanting to go over his notes with you. It was nice to have such a friend, and knowing that he chose you over and over again. Although you got nervous around homecoming. You had never gone before, and even before meeting Felix you had been telling yourself to go. It was your last chance to experience a high school dance, and even if you went alone you could at least say you went. Of course now that you had Felix there was a certain idea floating around your head, but you weren’t sure he’d be up for it. Not to mention he was constantly bombarded by invitations, but he turned them all down.

“Y/n…”

“Hm? What’s up?”

“About this homecoming dance.”

“What about it?”

“Do you want to go?”

“Uh… I’ve never been to one before, but given it’s my senior year I figured I should go, so yeah, I’ll be going.”

“Cool, cool… do you… you wanna go with me?”

“Are you… are you asking me to homecoming?”

“Yes.”

“I…”

“You don’t have to!” Felix blurted out. “We can go as friends, but if you wanna do the whole matching outfits and all that stuff, like… I’m down.”

“Felix.”

“Yeah?”

“I would love to go to homecoming with you.”

“Good, yeah… we should go shopping together… figure out what color looks best on you…”

“I’d like that very much.”

It felt like such a dream that you actually got asked to homecoming. It did mean some nasty glances were thrown your way once word spread Felix was going to homecoming with you, but you didn’t care. You were too happy to let anyone kill your mood. After school one day the two of you went out to find the perfect dress and matching suit. You felt like such a princess as you tried on dresses and Felix told you that you looked good in everything. When the big day came you were so nervous, but Felix told you he’d take care of everything and that you just had to enjoy yourself. 

He wasn’t kidding about taking care of everything, as he came to pick you up in a limo, the two of you drinking non-alcoholic champagne and taking plenty of pictures together on a polaroid camera. Of course you drew attention upon arrival, but you were focused on Felix and the night ahead of you. He got you drinks and invited you out to dance, making this night unforgettable, but there was more to come. After a while of dancing Felix excused himself for a moment, and you used that time to go to the restroom to freshen up. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a while, admiring your beauty.

“Look who’s here.”

A group of girls had entered the restroom as well, looking you up and down. You ignored them and made your way to the door but some others blocked your way.

“Please step aside.”

“So you came with Felix, huh?”

“He asked me.”

“That must have made you so happy.”

“Of course. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

“It’s wrong for someone like him to be with you.”

“Whatever. Now move.”

“Bitch!”

You were shoved to the ground, and then you felt some liquid being poured onto you by some of the girls. When you got your bearings you realized they had spilled punch all over you, ruining your dress. Tears stung your eyes but you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. You got up and pushed your way out of the restroom, running out of the gym and into the halls, needing a place to hide. The girls followed you though, telling you to pose for the picture and to stop running. You didn’t listen, although you wound up tripping over your dress and tumbling to the floor. You had cut the palm of your hand, holding it close to your chest as the other girls caught up to you.

“Come on, smile for the camera.”

“What the hell are you doing!”

Felix had stumbled upon the scene, glaring daggers at everyone around. The girls tried to explain themselves but he wasn’t having it, telling them all to leave. His voice was deep, and to a degree terrifying, so they all ran off. Once they were gone Felix focused his attention on you, taking in your distress form, then he realized you were bleeding. He gently grabbed your hand, looking at the blood.

“I’m fine… just a scra-”

Felix suddenly pulled your hand close and licked your wound, catching you off guard. You stared at him, not sure why he would do such a thing. Then he glanced up at you, lips stained red and you swear his eyes were glowing a matching crimson color.

“Felix…”

The boy opened his mouth, and you saw something like fangs before you felt a sting. Felix was on your wrist, holding your arm tight. Besides the prick you began to feel funny, a warm and pleasurable starting to spread across your body. A dopey smile began to appear on your face, your body relaxing as well. The edges of your vision were going black but you didn’t care, whatever this feeling was, you didn’t want it to end. Still, you were slipping into the darkness, feeling your head fall back and then there was nothing.

🖤

“Hm…”

As you began to regain consciousness you could feel this heaviness on your body. You were weak and could barely move, but you were alive. When you opened your eyes there was darkness with a little bit of light, and it took you a moment to adjust. You were in a small room, and as you tried to move you heard the sounds of metal. You looked down to see your hands cuffed together, the chains leading into the dark. Panic was starting to build, and when you heard a voice you yelled.

“I’m sorry…”

“… fa… Felix?”

“I didn’t mean for things to end up like this… but I can’t let my secret get exposed…”

You somehow managed the strength to sit up, finding a wall to lean against. While moving you winced, looking down at your wrist to see it was bandaged up. You carefully peeked under it, seeing two puncture wounds. The shadows around you moved and you noticed Felix sitting on the other side of the room, by a boarded up window. From what you could see he looked like his usual self, no glowing eyes this time, but given the evidence you had you figured you could make an educated guess.

“You’re a vampire.”

“… yeah…”

“That’s cool.”

“What?” Felix looked over at you. “You’re not scared or something?”

“Not really… I’ve known you for a while now… it explains why you didn’t join the social crowd… and why you’re friends with me… I’m shy and quiet…” You pulled your legs up, feeling a bit cold. “You know… I’ll keep your secret.”

“You will?”

“Not like I have other friends to tell… this is really just me learning something new about you… besides, it’ll be our secret… I like that…”

“You promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“I promise.”

From then on you grew closer, truly becoming best friends. You wanted to know more about Felix and the vampire world, and he was more than happy to tell you all about it. You felt so small hearing about what else was out there, and yet so full of wonder as to what was actually possible. Of course this also caused changes between you too. You knew Felix would never ask so one day you offered him your wrist.

“What are you doing?”

“You must be hungry… and I don’t want you to be going around hungry.”

“I bring blood bags with me.”

“Is that where you disappear too?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, if you ever want my blood, just ask.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t mind. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

Eventually Felix took you up on your offer, the two of you sneaking off during lunch so he could have a quick bite. It really brought some color to his skin, and you quite like the buzz it gave you. That’s how you were for the rest of the year, closer than anyone would ever know. When talks of college came up Felix suggested going to the same place, and you loved the idea. Come graduation you were both together to celebrate your achievements and the beginning of the next chapter of your lives. A journey you’d be taking on together.

🖤

University life was a whole other world. You didn’t have to fit in with a certain crowd and could just be yourself. That type of atmosphere, and having a friend like Felix by your side made you feel more relaxed. Of course you and Felix were studying different things, but you made sure to always share at least one class together. You’d hang out in between class, and after, so you maintained your close relationship. Although you couldn’t deny that Felix had been acting differently around you lately. It had been going on for a while, but now that you were actually at Uni it was a bigger deal.

“Where are you going?”

“To the library. I have a group study-”

“I’ll come with you.”

“We have this project going on, we shouldn’t have distractions.”

“Are you saying I’d distract you?”

“Of course. With that pretty face of yours we wouldn’t get any work done.”

Felix tsked. “Then I’ll wait for you, nearby.”

“Alright.”

Felix smiled and hooked your arm with his, the two of you walking together. He hung around outside your study room, waiting around like he said he would. As soon as the session was over Felix quickly pulled you away from the group, not even greeting anyone when they tried to talk to him.

“Felix-”

“I want a bite.”

“You’re lucky I’m done for the day.”

“Exactly.”

You went up to the rooftops, sneaking around security. The sun was setting and everything looked so beautiful. Before you could make a comment Felix snuck up from behind and sunk his fangs into your neck. You threw your head back, your mouth hanging open. By now you couldn’t deny how good it felt when he fed off you. He had told you it was the pheromones from his bite, which made sense. Although you had nothing to compare this feeling to. Felix took in a deep breath once he pulled away, holding you up in his arms. He gently sat you down by the entrance way, rummaging around his bag for some bandages and sugary treats.

“Felix…”

“Yes my pretty?”

“You… you wanna go… to a party…”

“What?”

“I got… invited…”

“When? By who?”

“My classmates… we should-”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“Why would we go to some party?”

“To have fun…”

“Y/n-”

“This isn’t high school anymore… I wanna come out of my shell…I-”

“I said no.”

“Why…”

“You don’t need to come out of your shell and socialize, you have me.”

“Felix-”

“I said no!”

Felix was on your neck again, and you could tell his bite went deeper this time. Despite the pleasurable feeling you had, you stayed alert, trying to get Felix off you. He was stronger than you, and by feeding off you again he was making you weak. You kept trying but he didn’t stop until your vision was mostly faded. He held your face in his hands, and you could vaguely make out his bloody face before everything went dark.

“You’re mine, only mine.”

🖤

You groaned as you regained consciousness. It took a bit to get your sight back, and when you did you were relieved to find yourself in your dorm room. You stayed at one of the co-ed dorms on campus, Felix as your roommate. You slowly sat up, grabbing your neck. Felix had never drank so much from you before, or bitten you so deeply. While you were waking up you heard some footsteps, and then Felix came into your room.

“You’re up.”

“Felix… can we talk…”

“About what?”

“You… I feel weird…”

“Sorry, I drank more than I should have… it’s just hard to resist your blood sometimes.”

“Huh?”

“The blood of a virgin has an extra sweet taste to it… but I have wanted to change that.”

“What does that mean?”

“I really can’t let anyone else have you…”

“Felix…”

He gently pet your head, a soft smile on his lips. You were still kinda out of it, and he was well aware. Next thing you knew he laid you back down and was crawling on top of you.

“Felix…”

“Sh, don’t tell me you’ve never thought about this, about us.”

“Us…”

“For over a year now it’s just been you and me, yet don’t you think we’re more.”

“…”

“Let’s make it official and be more.”

“Felix…”

He cut you off as he pressed his lips against yours. You had never kissed anyone before, and even though the situation was questionable you couldn’t help but kiss back. For a while now you had feelings for Felix, but you had no idea how to say them out loud. You feared rejection, after all, he treated you like a friend and you weren’t sure he felt the same. Now that you were here it seemed you were wrong about him. Although it didn’t change the circumstances.

“Felix…”

“Sh, I got you.”

Felix caressed your cheek for a moment before reaching over to pull off your shirt. You tried to cover yourself, feeling shy, but he pinned your arms above your head.

“I want to see everything.”

He pushed up your bra and exposed your breasts, taking them into his hands and massaging them gently. His touch felt nice against your skin. Even if he was cold to the touch you had to admit there was a warmth to his hands in the moment. After a while his hands trailed down your body, getting you out of your pants as he took one of your breasts into his mouth. You were partially afraid he’d bite you, but it was all lip and tongue action. Soon enough he tugged down your pants, his fingers running along your panties. You tried to move away but he put a hand on your chest, keeping you still.

“Don’t be afraid. This is going to feel amazing.”

“Wait… wait a second…”

“I’ve waited long enough, haven’t you?”

“Felix…”

He certainly wasn’t listening to you, caught up in his own world. He teased you for a while before moving your panties aside. His cold fingers against your sensitive folds made you shiver. These were all new sensations to you. Even in the shower you had been too scared to reach down and touch yourself, yet you had total trust in Felix right now. He only gave you a moment before he pushed a finger inside you. It was such a strange intrusion, but a second later it no longer felt weird, but nice.

Felix had been watching your face intently, making sure he wasn’t hurting you. Satisfied with your reaction he added a second finger, then a third, wanting to prep you well. He was already aching to feel your insides, having been dreaming of this moment for so long. Once he felt you were ready he undressed himself, pushing your legs apart. You looked over at Felix, noticing the red glow in his eyes. That rarely happened but it was such a sight to see. He crawled up towards you, making you feel like prey. You only caught a glimpse of his fangs before they were buried in your neck.

The tingling sensation of his bite shot throughout your whole body, and then it all changed. You felt something poking you between your legs, then you felt it stretching you open. You cried out, arms wrapping around Felix to hold onto. It was like being torn apart, but in a good way. You were experiencing something completely new, and it felt incredible. Once Felix had gotten every inch inside he began to move, rocking you back and forth. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth hanging open in silent cries. Felix didn’t let up on the bite either, two pleasurable feelings mixing together to create something new.

It was all new for Felix too. Moreso as he did all this while drinking from you. The initial bite flooded his mouth with a sweet familiar taste, and then it began to taste. It became sweet in a different way, similar to how wine gets better with age. His bite went deeper as he wanted more, but hearing your cries pulled him back to reality. He could only drink so much, especially in this situation before causing you to pass out, and he wanted you conscious for this. So he shifted his focus to his movements, wanting to feel every bit of you, and watch you experience a joy only he could give you.

“Felix… fuck… fuck…”

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

“Hm… good…”

Felix wasn’t sure he ever had control once you were naked before him. He wasn’t rough, but his movements were still rough and consistent. That is until you reached your climax. You cried out Felix’s name, bunching up the bed sheet in your hands. Felix had to stop for a moment, taking in how you squeeze him so nicely, not wanting to let go. Yet he had to keep going to reach his own high and take advantage of your sensitive state. Soon enough you felt something warm between your legs, a ditzy smile on your lips. You could barely keep your eyes opened but you managed to cup Felix’s cheek. He grabbed your hand, placing a gentle kiss on it.

“You okay?”

“Hm… you…”

“That was incredible.”

“… yeah…”

“You did great.” Felix kissed your head. “You can rest now.”

“Hm… don’t… don’t go…”

“I won’t, I’m right here. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

🖤

It was always Felix that did things to change your relationship, and this wasn’t any different. You partially regained consciousness a while later, waking up in the bathtub with Felix. You were cuddled up in his arms, resting in the warm water.

“Felix…”

“Hm, you awake?”

“A lil…”

“Sh, it’s okay, you can go back to sleep.”

“This is nice.”

“Only the best for you, you’re mine after.”

“Yeah…”

“Always.”

“We should… do it again…”

“Yeah? You want to?”

“Hm… and the bite…”

“Ah, if you want to do that you’re gonna have to wait. I took more than I should have today.”

“It’s okay… was… good…”

“I’m happy to hear. Now you’re fully mine, no one else can have you.” Felix kissed your cheek. “Promise?”

“I promise…”

[ashethecoolperson]

OUU WAIT.. can you do a dom x r where essentially they’re both in the judgement day and there tg but hide it cus they think it’ll ruin the dynamic of the group. so like HIDDEN TOUCHES, GLANCES, THE WHOLE SHEBANGHG😫

No One Will Know

A/N: This is like one of my first requests so apologies if it’s bad 😭

Dom is my favorite himbo thooo 💗

Tags: Mentions of sex, kinda sorta allusions to smut but not really, Rhea knows everything, some spanish 🤭

“Where in the hell is he?” You thought to yourself as you walked around backstage. You two had driven to the arena together, and you went to talk to Rhea for a minute, then he was just..gone.

“Dom?” You called out as you neared the dressing room. A chorus of ‘he’s not here’ rang in your ears but you continued on anyway. Dom wouldn’t just up and ditch you like this.

You walked next to a janitor’s closet when suddenly you got pulled in, pinned against the door by him.

“Did I scare you, mami?” He asked as you looked straight up at him, honestly stunned at how close his face was. His hand gently brushed away some hair from your face before moving back down to grip your waist. Your eyes darted between his eyes and lips. He smiled sweetly, but it didn’t make the butterflies in your stomach settle. He really wanted to kiss you, and you couldn’t help but wonder what this little surprise even was.

“Why were you just..hiding in the janitor’s closet?” You asked as he started peppering kisses onto your neck, leaving goosebumps all over your skin. You closed your eyes, trying desperately to calm your heartbeat. It only seemed to speed up more whenever he did that.

He finally stopped kissing you and whispered, “Just wanted to surprise you, mami.” He leaned down and pressed a light kiss into your jawline. When his lips met yours it left an overwhelming sensation behind. One that made you want to pull him closer and never let go again. His hands traveled lower on your body until they found their place around the base of your thighs, lifting you up and holding you flush against him.

While you two kissed, you both heard a knock, breaking the kiss as you two looked at each other and contemplated what to do. He smirked, “Maybe we should get going. Wouldn’t want anyone to think we snuck off or anything.” You blushed as he slowly placed you back on your feet. He reached forward to grab your hand and you intertwined your fingers with his.

The rest of the evening passed by pretty quickly, then RAW started and both you and Dom were hanging out in The Judgment Day clubhouse, waiting for your segment to start.

Dom was currently on his phone while he occasionally shot glances at you. You were looking through your Instagram feed, reading the posts about Dom’s match today.

You always enjoyed getting to see what fans were thinking of your boyfriend, your Dom. It made you feel special.

Your thoughts were interrupted by him putting an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and a smile. He returned it with a smirk of his own before he spoke, “You know how I always get sweaty after my matches?”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah…”

“Well, I could use a shower tonight so…want to join me?” He mumbled so only you could hear and gave you another smirk that made your knees weak.

You tried to play it cool as you tried comprehending what he said and why the fuck he sounded so hot saying it, before he just smirked and whispered, “Piénsalo, mami.” Before walking off.

He turned to look over his shoulder at you with one final wink before disappearing from sight.

What the fuck just happened? You thought to yourself as your mind raced to catch up with everything Dom said. You knew Dom had a dirty streak. He definitely liked to tease people, and you knew that he did that because he liked seeing them blush.

While lost in your own thoughts, Rhea approached you and tapped you on the shoulder, almost towering over you because of those big ass platform boots she always wore.

“What’d Dom say?” She asked, snapping you out of your thoughts as she looked at you expectantly. You blinked a couple times before answering. “Oh y’know, just shit about how he’d win and all that.” You lied, and Rhea raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Uh yeah. Why?” You felt stupid for lying to her. She was your best friend, sure, but that didn’t mean you could tell her everything.

“No reason, just wondering why I heard stuff in you two’s dressing room last week.” She said with a shrug, and you immediately blushed and scrambled for a reply, knowing damn well what you two were doing. After you caught your breath, you said, “Oh, uh he was just talking to me about some stuff, you know, personal stuff.” You lied, (again), and Rhea nodded with a scoff.

“Personal stuff? So why was he saying ‘oh fuck, right there mami’?” Rhea asked again, sporting a smirk as your face was flushed. She heard?! Well, shit.

“Don’t worry,” She laughed as if she sensed your panic, “I won’t tell anybody.” You let out a sigh and relaxed a bit, smiling at her. “Thanks..” You trailed off, still unsure of what else you could say without being too obvious about how embarrassing this even was.

“No problem. But don’t fuck in my dressing room, please. I like having a clean room.” You chuckled nervously and nodded, thanking her before walking towards the monitors to watch Dom’s match.

While he was doing pretty good (still paired with that fucking bobblehead, you hated that guy) he kept doing moves that made you wince or go ‘damn’, knowing full well that he’d be okay.

Obviously they lost because of JD, but Dom didn’t care as he just went over towards you, smiling as he looked down at you.

“Did I do good?” He asked, his smirk growing wider.

“Yeah, but you keep scaring me with those big ass flying moves. You’re gonna bust your face open one day cause of that.” You said as you crossed your arms, and he pouted like a child before rolling his eyes.

There was a beat of silence before you smirked, looking at him as you fiddled with those shirts he wore around his waist.

“Hey, Dom?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m ready for that shower now..”

[bingwriterxo]

miscommunication

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which you and vada are really bad at the whole 'talking' thing

warnings: none

word count: 2300+

author's note: this was a request! the end convo might be a little confusing, but it's supposed to be! they have a lot of feelings and unsaid words, ok??

“So, like, what’s the deal with you and Vada?” Nick asked, glancing toward you.

The two of you were at his house, laying in his bed side by side, and talking about whatever came to mind. Usually, there was an energetic, babbling brunette between you, chatting your ears off and barely letting either of you get a single word in, but not this time. No, this time, Vada was at Mia Reed’s house, much to your discontent.

You clenched your jaw. “What’re you talking about?”

He twisted to lay on his side, his elbow digging into the mattress and his hand supporting his head so that he could look down at you. “I’m talking about the fact that you’ve been stewing in…whatever the hell you’re feeling right now…ever since Vada texted saying she can’t make it.”

You scoffed, thinking about the texts that the girl had sent in your group chat half an hour ago.

V ;) (6:47pm): can’t make it

V ;) (6:47pm): going to mias

V ;) (6:47pm): sorry

“I just think it’s rude to cancel on your best friends when you’re literally supposed to be hanging out with them at the time you cancel,” you said.

Nick hummed, pulling his lips tight. “Sure. That’s definitely why you’re upset.”

You sat up, eyes narrowed in suspicion and eyebrows drawn together. “Why are you saying it like that?”

He shrugged. “I just think that, maybe, you’re…jealous.” He said the last word carefully, like it would be the fuse that set off the bomb that was you.

“And why would I be jealous?” you pushed.

“Well, because you and Vada are doing”--he gestured with his hands--“whatever the hell you two are doing--”

“Friends with benefits, Nick,” you interrupted. “It has a name.”

“Yeah. That.” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. My point is that you obviously have feelings for Vada, and our idiot friend has no idea, so she thinks it’s okay to just fuck around with whoever she wants.”

You chuckled dryly. “First of all, Vada’s not an idiot.” You paused, thought for a moment. “Okay, sometimes she’s an idiot.”

“Yeah, you got that right,” Nick muttered under his breath.

“Secondly…you think she’s fucking around with Mia?” you asked, voice cracking. Tears pricked at your eyes as you waited for him to answer, suddenly feeling too vulnerable.

“I mean, she hasn’t said anything about it, but they’ve been spending a lot of time together.”

You gulped. “Whatever.” Your eyes flitted around the room. “Just because I have feelings for Vada doesn’t mean she can’t fuck around with who she wants.” You shrugged. “It doesn’t feel great, sure, but…our situation isn’t exclusive or anything. If she wants to sleep with…Mia Reed…then she can.” You glanced down at your hands, trying to ignore the hurt building around your heart. “It doesn’t matter to me,” you finished quietly.

“Y/N,” he said softly, drawing your attention back to him. “You can talk to me about this, you know that, right? I’m not gonna run and tell Vada, okay?” He offered you a pitying smile. “I know it hurts you, and I know you don’t want to tell her about your feelings, but you should talk to someone.”

You shut your eyes, hard, and when you opened them again, you shook your head and sighed. “It’s okay, Nick. I’m fine.”

“Y/N--”

“Can we just talk about something else?” You bit your bottom lip. “Please?”

He sighed. “You know, you should try to take your mind off her. Maybe…hook up with someone else?” he suggested. When you glared at him, he said, “Wait, wait. Listen. If you hook up with other people, it’d probably help with your feelings, you know? Maybe you wouldn’t hold Vada in that…godly light you do.”

“It wouldn’t feel right.”

“Well, you said it yourself: you and Vada aren’t exclusive. It’s not like you’d be cheating on her or anything.” You mulled the thought over, and, when you didn’t respond, Nick continued with, “Just think about it, yeah?”

* * *

“Vada?” Mia asked as she opened her front door. “What’re you doing here?”

Instead of offering a response, Vada pushed past her and beelined to her bedroom, leaving the blonde to catch up. When she did, the brunette was pacing around the room, and, for a moment, Mia was positive that she’d end up burning a hole in the floor.

“Dude, what’s wrong?”

Vada turned to her, eyes wide and bottom lip pulled between her teeth. “I’m going through, like, a serious crisis right now.”

“O…kay…” Mia stepped forward, placed a hand on Vada’s shoulder, and guided her toward the bed. She sat her down, but the brunette’s leg wouldn’t stop bouncing, and Mia sighed. “I thought you were supposed to be with Y/N and Nick right now. Why don’t you talk to them about it?”

“Because Y/N is the crisis,” Vada admitted meekly. She glanced at Mia. “Every time I think about her, my heart starts racing, and I can feel my entire body get…oddly warm, and it's like I constantly itch to be around her.”

Mia’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open slightly as she whispered, “Oh.” She smiled softly, excitedly. “You like Y/N.”

Vada shook her head fervently. “No. No, I--I can’t.” She stood and began her pacing again. “I can’t like Y/N because we’re supposed to be best friends…who sleep together, I guess, but that doesn't change the fact that we started off as best friends. And--and, our…benefits thing, it’s supposed to be no strings attached, just fun, so I can’t like her, because she doesn’t like me back. Plus, that’s, like, illegal in the world of friendships.” She took a deep breath in and looked at Mia. “Isn’t it? Tell me it’s illegal, Mia.”

“Vada, it’s okay if you like her,” Mia said. “I feel like that’s bound to happen in this situation. I mean, you’re best friends, and you’re having sex. You’re kind of…basically…a little bit…in a relationship, if you think about it.” She shrugged. “So it makes sense that you’d have feelings for her.”

“No, you don’t get it. Y/N…she doesn’t see me that way. She just…doesn't.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know her.”

Mia hummed. “Have you asked her?”

Vada groaned and threw her hands over her face. “No, I haven’t asked her!” she whined into her palms. “Why would I ask her? Then she’d pick up on my feelings. Duh!”

“Maybe that’s not a bad thing?” Mia said. “I mean, Y/N could like you back, Vada. It’s not an impossibility.”

“Yes it is!” She peeled her hands away from her face to look at the other girl. “Y/N doesn’t like me. End of story. But”--she sighed--“I do like her. So, what am I supposed to do with that?”

Mia grimaced. “I really think you should talk to her.”

Vada groaned again. “You are no help!”

* * *

“Nick, I really don’t wanna go to this,” you said as the boy parked outside of Mia’s house. Through the windows, you could see flashing lights, the silhouettes of people you were sure were your classmates, and a haze of smoke.

Nick turned to you. “It’ll be fun, Y/N! You can either get drunk out of your mind or…do what we talked about.”

“Nick--”

He raised his hands in surrender. “All I’m saying is that if Brittany from math happens to flirt with you, don’t turn her down, okay? She’s hot, and I know she’s into you.”

You groaned. “Fine. Whatever.”

You climbed out of the car, slammed the door shut, and ignored Nick’s smug grin as the two of you walked to the front door. Just before you were about to push it open, he spun on his heel, and said, “Also, Vada’s gonna be here.”

“Nick!” You hadn’t talked to the girl since she flaked on your plans the other day, and you weren’t exactly keen on seeing her, the idea of her sleeping with Mia floating through your head.

“What?”

“I hate you, you know,” you grumbled.

He grinned. “Sure you do, tiger.”

The entire party was a whirlwind. One moment you were entering the house, the next you were downing your fourth or fifth shot of the night, and the next you were standing in Mia’s kitchen as Brittany from math batted her eyelashes at you and offered you a sly smile.

“I feel like I never see you at these, Y/N,” she said.

You nodded lazily, the alcohol fogging up your mind. “Yeah.”

“Well…” She ran her hand up your arm until it rested on your shoulder. “I’m glad you decided to come tonight.” She flashed you a grin as her eyes ran down your body. “You look really good.”

Nick’s idea was pounding at the front of your mind, and you knew what he’d say if he were there: Just kiss her! However, you hadn’t seen the boy since you first arrived; he had mysteriously disappeared.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling. “You look good, too.”

“You think so?” She was leaning closer to you, her hand tightening on your shoulder.

“Yeah. Yeah, you look…great.”

Her eyes flitted down to your lips. You gulped and dragged your tongue across your bottom one. She seemed to take the nervous action as one of invitation, and suddenly she was a breath away. You could feel her short puffs of air on your lips, but all you could think about was the fact that she wasn’t your brunette best friend, and that she was taller than you instead of shorter, and that her eyes were blue instead of brown. You hated it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of a cup hitting the ground and a drink splashing across the floor. When you glanced over Brittany’s shoulder, you spotted Vada standing feet away, her eyes wide and pooling with tears, her mouth agape like she was ready to sob.

She caught your glance and turned away quickly. You watched as one of her arms drew up, hand likely swiping across her face, and your stomach dropped. You glanced back at Brittany, who looked like she was more than ready to pounce on you.

“I’m sorry,” you rushed out before slipping away from her quickly, leaving her no room to argue. You pushed through the crowd, trying to keep your eyes on the head of brown hair that you could see scurrying away. “Vada!” you called desperately. “Vada!”

She didn’t slow down. Instead, she seemed to pick up the pace, and you cursed, finding it more difficult to get past people. You didn’t bother to apologize for any drinks you spilled, or for bumping into couples making out, or for ignoring other people trying to talk to you. You just needed to get to Vada.

Finally, you caught her outside, where she bent over, her hands on her knees, and, at first, you thought she was throwing up. You were quickly proven wrong, however, as you heard her gasping for air, trying to keep her sobs at bay.

You approached her slowly. “V,” you said quietly, placing a hand on her back. She whirled around and took a step back, staring up at you with an expression that could only be described as pure hurt. “Vada…”

“Don’t,” she warned. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, V,” you said, taking a step forward. “Listen, what you saw back there--”

“Is fine,” she interrupted. “We’re just best friends with benefits, and…and you don’t like me, and that’s fine.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “What…? Why would that matter?”

She scoffed and glanced at her feet. “Yeah, why would that matter?” she repeated sarcastically.

“Vada, I’m being serious.” You took another cautious step forward and ducked down a bit so that you could look her in the eyes. “I understand if you’re upset, okay? I mean, I get it…but, you know, we should probably talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

You huffed. “Fine. If you want to close yourself off like this, then fine. I know how you operate, V, and I know I’m not gonna get anything out of you like this. I just…I want you to be okay.”

She looked at you. “Is that why you were kissing Brittany? Because you want me to be okay?”

“I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean!” You threw your arms out to the side, let them fall and slap against your legs. “I’m just trying to--to forget about the whole…friends with benefits shit right now and just be your friend, Vada.” You slumped your shoulders. “Can you just talk to me?”

“I like you, okay?!” she shouted suddenly, clenching her eyes shut. “I like you, and you obviously don’t like me back, and that’s fine. I’ll deal.” She ran a hand down her face. “You should probably go back inside to Brittany.”

Silence blanketed you, filling the air as you took in her words.

“You like me?”

Vada bit her bottom lip and sighed in defeat. “Yeah. I do.” She looked at you. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought you were--Are you not sleeping with Mia, too?”

Her face scrunched. “Why would I be sleeping with Mia?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. You guys have just been spending a lot of time together, and Mia’s, you know, conventionally attractive, and Nick brought it up, and I just…I don’t know. The idea stuck with me, I guess.”

“Well, I’m not sleeping with Mia. I don’t…” She shivered. “I can’t even think of Mia that way.”

“Oh.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “So, you like me?”

“Do I have to say it again?”

You chuckled suddenly, and Vada watched you. “Dude, we’re fucking idiots.”

“W--what?”

“I like you, too, Vada.” You shrugged, looking around sheepishly. “I just didn’t say anything because I thought that you were, you know, not into me like that.”

“But…Brittany?”

“Nick wanted me to try hooking up with someone else to distract myself from you.” You scoffed. “Obviously it didn't work. But, I mean, we didn’t--I didn’t kiss her. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Her eyes widened as the realization hit her, and she laughed. “Oh my god, we are literally so stupid!”

“I know,” you said. You took a step forward, cupped her cheek with your hand. “So, does this mean I can kiss you, then? You know, in a more romantic way than friends with benefits?”

Vada nodded. “Yes please.”

Before you even had the chance to pull her in, she was pressing her lips to yours, melding them together like she never wanted to be separated from you again. And, honestly, you didn’t think that sounded half bad.

bonus: “you know,” mia said as she watched you and vada in the backyard. “we’re pretty good at this whole meddling thing.”

“yeah,” nick agreed. he took a sip from his drink. “we really are.”