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me, having slept ~5/6 hours a night for the last 10 days, working 16 hour days to try to finish this fuckass dissertation: brain no thinik good i can't do this i'm so tired also me: a statistical analysis of pierre-luc dubois x ovechkin's uptick in goals after finding a new stick he liked last season = ovechkin is going to score 50 goals this year and break the all time record (and PLD will hit 60/70 points as his centerman). in this essay i will also also me: ovechkin should sign a 1/2 year extension so he can hit 1000 goals, and piss off all the pittsburgh fans and xenophobic canadians haters who say he's an empty net/PP merchant
#imagine if ovi hit 1000 goals#bro#i'd build the statue in DC of him MYSELF#also the narrative that ovechkin scores all his goals from one spot on the power play is so funny to me#like...what about the other FIVE HUNDRED + GOALS????#also have you been watching his career at all?!?#old man ovi? for sure much more stationary. his legs aren't the same#YOUNG ovi!??!!? who was bulldozing his way through entire defensive formations solo through sheer strength and skill??#bull in a china shop ovi???#you've lost your fucking mind lmao#he's the greatest goal scorer of all time#he's elite at literally every kind of goal scoring#he's done it all and he's done all of it A LOT#except WRAP AROUNDS his achilles heel lmao#my man will never score a wrap around goal rip#he's sneaky good at deflections which you'd only know if you actually watch him play#i mean he's not joe pavelski but he is elite at it#his shot is just so powerful that it's better be in position to shoot than position to deflect#ANYWAY#im gonna work maybe#after my coffee#ovi#oh captain my captain#go caps go#fun fact ovi actually has more shorthanded goals than sidney fucking crosby
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"sure thing"
pairing: target!gojo x assassin!fem!reader summary: you've been hired to kill the satoru gojo. how will you pull it off... and what will you do when he figures it out? content: MDNI (18+ only), nsfw, darkish content (all is well in the end), no established relationship, assassins/organized crime, blackmail, mention of a âsuicide missionâ, attempted murder (uhhhh), hidden identity, intended use of sex as a means to an end, mating press, unprotected sex, p->v, creampie, oral (fem!receiving), praise, pet names (gorgeous/sweetheart/baby), slight aftercare. a/n: me đ€ describing gojo as having dimples welcome to my second 1k followers event fic! At this rate tho iâm going to hit 2k before i finish the 1k event LMAO. not that i'm complaining hehe. thank you for being patient and for all the support on my recent works! i really appreciate every ask, comment, follow, reblog, everything. they mean the world to me. check out the rest of my 1k event here. enjoy and remember that ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! creds: twitter template by @cafekitsune wc: 7.8k
âWho?!âÂ
No fucking way. Thereâs no way he just said what you think he said.Â
âYou heard me,â he scowls. He glares at you from across the desk. His seat is one of those cushy little office chairs, of course. Yours is plasticâ cold and hard.
âAre you fucking insane?â you hiss. Thereâs no other explanation for what heâs asking you to do. Heâs lost his fucking mind.Â
âWe have a client willing to pay big money for this. Big money for just an attempt,â he answers.Â
You laugh, but thereâs absolutely nothing funny about this conversation. âOh, Iâm sure you do. Probably because heâs practically invincible. Iâll never even lay a hand on him.âÂ
Your âbossâ, for lack of a better term, only scowls harder, the wrinkles forming near his eyes etching deeper in his skin. âWell, youâd best find a way to make it work. Youâre taking this job. Thatâs final.â You scoff. Maybe you should recommend he see someone⊠âNo. Thereâs no way. Iâm not doing this.â You stand, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. âGet someone else to go on your suicide mission.â You take a couple strides toward the door before two very large men move to block your path.Â
âNot so fast,â your boss calls. You pause, eyeing up your competition. You could definitely take them if you needed to. You sense only a very faint amount of cursed energy coming from each of themâ not even enough to make you blinkâ but something in your bossâs tone makes you turn back.Â
âYes?â You cross your arms over your chest, fingering a blade hidden in your breast pocket.Â
He fiddles around in his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting up right there in his office. You donât try to hide the way your nose scrunches up. âYou want to do this job.âÂ
Your eyes narrow. Something tells you youâre not going to like what comes next. âAnd whyâs that?âÂ
He takes a long puff, letting the smoke flowing out of his lungs with a slow exhale. âBecause otherwise that little brother of yours is gonna beâŠâ he pauses to give you a smile that makes your stomach churn. âHmmïżœïżœ a lot smaller, shall we say? Maybe in several limb sized pieces?â
You think your heart stops. Time halts as ice runs through your veins. Nobody knows about your brother. At least, they didnât.Â
Your bossâs smile grows even wider. In all your time as an assassin, youâve never wanted to kill someone more. But you know you canât. Just an attempt on his life will end your brotherâs.Â
âDonât worry. Heâs all tucked away and safe at home where you left him.â Just a tiny piece of your heart thaws with relief. âBut try to run with him, or run yourself, and he wonât be safe much longer.â Your pulse pounds so viciously youâre sure everyone can hear. A bead of sweat rolls down your neck. âNow, will you accept the assignment?âÂ
Your jaw clenches. He got you. In all these years of working for him youâve been careful, meticulous about hiding every piece of your personal life to avoid situations just like this. But he still got you. He got you.Â
âYes,â you breathe. You have no choice. You will either kill Satoru Gojo or you will die trying.Â
âGood,â is all he says, and then youâre being escorted out of the office wondering where the hell you went wrong.Â
~
Itâs been three weeks since that fateful meeting with your boss. True to his word, your brother has remained unharmed, but you see his lackeys lurking around every corner. Neither you nor your brother are truly safe and you never will be again unless you can pull this off and then put together some plan to escape your bossâs clutches.Â
Youâll fail. You know you will. The thought eats you up inside with every waking moment.Â
Youâve done your best to learn every possible piece of information about Satoru Gojo in the past two weeks. You know you canât tail him closelyâ heâd pick up on your cursed energy and notice your incessant presence, so youâve had to study from a distance with only minimal moments of proximity. You know where he works, who he works with, what restaurants, bars, and clubs he frequents and what days of the week he tends to visit. You know what his order is at his favorite ramen restaurant, where he lives, what time he wakes up. Hell, you know what fucking brand of dish soap he uses. He lives a surprisingly⊠predictable lifestyle. He makes no attempt to switch up his schedule or cover his tracks. In any other situation heâd be every assassinâs dream, but this is Satoru Gojo and Satoru Gojo doesnât need to worry about assassinsâ assassins need to worry about him.
It took you the first week to come up with a plan. You had no clue how you were going to get close to him, much less kill him, and his infinity technique was going to prove particularly problematic. How were you supposed to kill him when you couldnât even touch him? You had to get him in a situation in which he would willingly let his guard down for you.Â
Youâd been on the subway when it hit you. Sex. Youâd get him to have sex with you. If you could get him to take you home, heâd have to turn infinity off for at least a short time. That would be your time to strike.Â
Youâd spent the next two weeks primping yourself. Youâd bought the most expensive dress youâd ever owned, got a mani-pedi, whitened your teeth, and spent a small fortune on makeup. Considering your circumstances, you thought your plan was quite a good one. You knew when heâd go out to the bar with his friends, which bar heâd go to, how long heâd stay, how heâd get a taxi home. You also knew when youâd arrive, how long youâd stay, and how youâd get a taxi with himâ everything planned perfectly to best catch his attention. But for all your planning, there was still one thing you didnât know. What kind of woman did Satoru Gojo go for? Someone submissive? Teasing? Aggressive? Playful? In all your time tracking him youâd never seen him take somebody home. It struck you as⊠odd. He was Satoru Gojo, renowned for his power, wealth, and good looksâ surely he had women falling at his feet. Maybe he was just a little more⊠selective. If that was the case youâd have to be even quicker on your feet when you finally met him. And that time is now.Â
Youâre in your bathroom, checking your makeup one last time before heading out the door. Your brother sleeps soundly in the room down the hall, safe for the time being. Youâve contacted a friend, one who is at least willing to try to get him out ifâ whenâ you fail. You doubt it will be enough.
You make your way to his room. A quick peek inside reveals heâs snuggled up with a plushie elephant that he carries around like theyâre attached at the hip. You creep inside, a sad smile on your lips. This may very well be the last time you see him. You brush a stray lock of hair from his eyes and press a kiss to the crown of his head. With one last whispered âI love youâ, youâre out the door. If you linger, you wonât be able to goâ and you have to. For him.Â
The streets of Tokyo are cold tonight, like the weather knows what youâre about to attempt, like itâs preparing for death, for failure. For your failure.
The club you arrive at is upscale, and one where youâve already tipped off the bouncer to let you bypass the line. You hear a few groans from the people behind you as you saunter straight inside.Â
Youâre conscious of every little move from the second you step inside. At any moment, he could see you and it could make or break your entire plan.
You press your shoulders back. You have a planâ stick to it.Â
You make your way over to the bar, weaving your way between groups of people who are somewhere between giggling a little too loudly and tripping over their own feet.Â
You find a free space at the bar and lean up onto your elbows, your eyes screening the bartenders. You smile when you see a familiar face.Â
âHey, Dean,â you call.
He turns and the sight of his friendly green eyes sets you a little more at ease.Â
âOh, shit. Hey!â He slings a towel over his shoulder and comes to stand across from you. âYouâre back,â he says. You nod and smile softly. Ever since youâd determined this would be the place youâd been coming periodically, chatting up the bartenders. The last thing you needed was to stand around in a corner alone with seemingly no friends. That wouldnât attract anyone, much less Satoru Gojo.Â
Out of all the bartenders, Dean was your favoriteâ and youâd been oh so happy to learn that his schedule put him on every Friday night.Â
âYeah. Long day at work.âÂ
A smile pulls at his lips, but thereâs a hint of sympathy in his eyes. âThe usual, then?âÂ
You nod solemnly. âThatâd be great. Thanks.âÂ
You watch him prepare the drink for you, feeling a little bad that itâs all a lie. Thereâs no bad day at work, you didnât just happen to come in here one day and strike up a conversation with him. All of this is premeditated, planned, and it feels⊠lonely. It feels lonely to know that on what is probably your last night on earth you are surrounded by people who only think they know you.Â
âSo, anything new happening?â Dean drops your drink in front of you and you have a feeling itâs filled with a little more vodka than heâs supposed to put in there.Â
Your eyes shift around the bar as subtly as you can manage. As much as you want to seem like you fit in, you also need to find Gojo. Itâs a fine balance.Â
You shrug. âYeah, I guess I just feel like a lot of things are going to be changing for me pretty soon.âÂ
His brows pull together and the look he gives you is one of genuine interest and concern. It makes your heart wrench. âHow so?âÂ
You swallow. âDunno. Just⊠everything.â
Thereâs a moment of silence and then the tapping of a finger on your glass. âDamn, girl. Drink up. You need it.âÂ
You canât help but smile. You have a feeling that Dean would have been a good friend of yours in another life.Â
You take his advice, though, and bring your drink to your lips and force a smile. You canât be mopingâ not tonight.Â
The next twenty minutes are spent with Dean. Even when heâs making other drinks heâs still chatting with you, still being a good⊠friend. You dread leaving your little haven at the bar. The time is coming when youâll have to seek out your target.
Youâre shocked when itâs the other way around.Â
âHey, gorgeous.â Thereâs a light brush on your shoulder and you turn. It takes all you have to keep your features schooled and calm. Satoru fucking Gojo just tapped your shoulder.Â
Nothing prepared you for how handsome he is up close. All those days of research, of tracking and tailingâ none of it does the real thing justice. Even with those stupid sunglasses inside⊠heâs fucking beautiful. âIâll pay for all of your drinks tonight if you let me skip this hideous line,â he whines.Â
You give yourself no more than a second to recover. You school your features into a smirk. You glance at Dean with an âis this okay?â look. He just smiles and shrugs.Â
You turn back to Gojo, bracing yourself this time for the beauty youâre about to face. You meet his gaze and know you could get lost in it. âBe my guest.âÂ
His smile nearly blinds you and his dimples nearly make you pass out. Still, you keep your cool.Â
âYesssss!â He looks like a puppy just offered a bone.Â
He spills his drink order to Dean and itâs far more than could possibly be just for him. Heâs here with his friends, then. Probably the blonde man who always looks too tired to be here and the girl with the brown hair who always seems like sheâs just along for the ride.Â
You bite your lip to hide a laugh when he orders himself two strawberry daiquiris. Somehow you still catch his attention.Â
âWhat?â he pouts. You canât help but feel a small stirring of surprise in your gut. Heâs far more⊠relaxed than youâd expected him to be. Heâs almost⊠childish?Â
You press your lips together and shake your head. Youâve reached the point where your research canât take you any further. From this point on, itâs up to you to discover what Satoru Gojo likes in a woman.Â
You debate how to answer. Play coy? Tease him? Stay silent? Any option could be as correct as the next. You didnât know where to start⊠so maybe youâd just start by being yourself.Â
âJust, um⊠not the order I was expecting,â you laugh. Itâs halfway genuine. With the way heâs acting, itâs hard to remember that heâs the most powerful man alive.Â
His pout only intensifies. âWell, whatâs your order?âÂ
His question is answered when Dean sets another cosmopolitan in front of you. You laugh. âNever said I was judging, just that it wasnât what I expected.âÂ
Another smile tugs at his lips and something stirs in your gut that you try your very hardest to ignore. This was a job. There was no room for actually enjoying it. This man was probably going to kill you later, in a matter of hours.Â
Thereâs a beat of silence, and then a slight shift in his demeanor. He leans closer and you see a twitch of his lips. Your heart jumps.Â
âYouâre a sorcerer,â he says.Â
You hold back an exhale of relief. You thought he might be onto you. If he is, heâs choosing not to reveal it yet.Â
You nod and take what you hope is a casual sip of your drink. âAnd youâre Satoru Gojo.âÂ
A brow arches high enough for you to see it over his sunglasses. âYou know who I am?âÂ
You force a chuckle, smirking despite the pounding of your heart. âWho doesnât?âÂ
Youâd decided long ago to tell him that you knew exactly who he was. It would seem more suspicious for a fellow sorcerer to have no idea what the Satoru Gojo looked like.Â
He flashes you a smile full of white and stupidly fucking perfect teeth. âThatâs true, heh.â You press your lips together to avoid a smile. Not too humble, thenâŠÂ
âSo, whatâs your techniqueâÂ
You shoot him a glance that questions his sanity. Asking a sorcerer what their technique is⊠is personal. Itâs not information you give out to a rando at the barâ even if it is Satoru Gojo.
âWouldnât you like to know.â You take another sip of your drink, trying your hardest to remain somewhere on the border or interested and casual.Â
âBet I could find out.âÂ
That makes you turn fully, angling your body toward his. âOh yeah? You challenging me to a fight?â You smirk and shake your head. âIâll pass.âÂ
He pouts again, but you see a hint of a smile peeking through. âAw, come on. Thatâs no funâŠâÂ
You chuckle and take another sip of your drink. Youâre not sure youâre sipping just for appearances anymore. You think you probably just need a little liquid courage to see this thing through. âSorry. I value my life.âÂ
You watch as he slides his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, just enough for you to get a glimpse of whatâs behind. You nearly choke again and this time you donât manage to hide your nervous swallow when he smirks.Â
âYouâre so sure youâd lose?â His voice is teasing now and you hate that itâs actually having an effect on you. Job, job, job, just a jobâŠÂ
You clear your throat. âI like to think Iâm not stupid enough to think that I could win.âÂ
His eyes are blueâ so fucking blueâ and you feel like heâs seeing straight into your soul. Can he see? Can he see your filthy intentions? Your plotting? The rottenness of what youâre going to do? âWhat if I promise to take it real easy on you?âÂ
Your drink is forgotten now. Youâre lost in what heâs sayingâ in him. âNo thanks.â Your voice is growing lower and you feel like thereâs some magnet forcing you to lean into him, to seek his warmth.Â
âSo you like it rough, then.â The trance is broken and your blood runs hot. Holy shit. This man is flirting with you and you hardly even had to try. He's trying to take you home. Little does he know, youâre a sure thing.Â
You watch as he throws back the rest of his strawberry daiquiri with a pleased âahhhâ at the end. When he turns back to you his eyes have a certain spark in them that makes your thighs press together. âYou wanna dance with me?âÂ
Fuck. This is going too well to be real. But youâre not about to pass up a good deal.Â
âWhat about your friends?â you ask and eye the several untouched drinks still left on the bar. Itâs riskyâ giving him an out, but you canât seem too eager.
He follows your gaze only to bounce his eyes straight back to you. âIâm sure theyâll get a look at ya and understand.âÂ
The smirk heâs giving you is making electricity shoot straight between your legs. Damn. You really wish you didnât have to kill himâ or at least try to.Â
When he extends his hand you only hesitate for a second. Your heart leaps when you feel his skin on yours, knowing heâs let infinity down. He pulls you onto the dancefloor and itâs not long before heâs running his hands all over youâ groping your ass, pinching your thighs, nipping at your neck. Pretty soon the dancefloor evolves to a dark corner of the club with his lips on yours and goddamn heâs a good kisser. Youâve got your fingers in his hair and his hand way too close to your boobs when he whispers those fateful wordsâ âletâs get out of here.â
You can only hide your swallow and nod before heâs pulling you through the crowd, leaving the club behind. He hauls you both into the backseat of a taxi and the doorâs barely closed before heâs all over you again. You think you hear the taxi driver mutter something about âstaining the seatsâ but youâre too far gone to give a shit.Â
Fuck, he feels good. Heâs kisses you like heâs starved and your lips are the fountain of fucking life, like heâs never felt something so good and now he canât get enough. And, god, heâs handsy. Youâre forever grateful to your past self for discreetly hiding your blade in your braâ he would have felt a holster on your thigh at least ten times over by now.Â
He groans when you arrive at what you know is his apartment building, though you donât let on that you recognize the place in the slightest. The look on his face makes you think heâs feeling actual physical pain at the prospect of having to peel away from you for even a second. Nonetheless, he tosses a wad of cash at the taxi driver and pulls you straight inside.
He canât even wait for the elevator to come, groping your waist right there in the lobby and then when the elevator finally does come, shoving you up against the metal wall a licking stripe across your collarbone.Â
You canât deny how nice it feels to be so desperately⊠wanted. Never once has a man made you feel this wayâ so consumed by him, him, him. Once again you curse the universe that youâre here with a mission other than getting laid.Â
You find yourself giggling when he pulls you out of the elevator and presses his palm to a fucking scanner to get into his apartment. You try to pull yourself together, but when he laughs with you, you canât help but melt into him a little more.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, heâs got you up against another wall with your legs wrapped around his waist and his face buried in your neck. His sunglasses are long gone and you pull at his shirt, popping the buttons straight off the fabric until you slide the shirt down his shoulders and onto the floor.
âThat was Versace,â he whines.Â
You plaster your lips to his. âI donât care.â All he does is chuckle.Â
âSo gorgeousâŠâ he breathes and your head slumps back against the wall, giving him better access to the soft skin of your neck. Any minute now. Any minute heâs going to start stripping your clothes off and youâre going to have to let this charade crumble. You donât want to. Heâs practically worshiping you. Itâs perfect, itâs amazing, and you donât want it to end.Â
His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass and suddenly youâre moving againâ moving, moving, moving until your back is bouncing against the softness of a mattress and youâre fucking giggling again like a lovesick idiot. Maybe youâd had a few too many sips of those cosmopolitans.Â
Heâs smiling as he crawls over you and the sight makes your heart flutter with both lust and terror. Lust because heâs so fucking beautiful and terror because you know that any moment now youâre going to attempt to end that beauty forever.Â
A lump forms in your throat and you try unsuccessfully to swallow it. You have to do this, have to try. Thereâs no other way, no other option. Not for you.
Your thoughts must not have been as perfectly concealed as youâd thought because he quirks a brow. âSomething goinâ on up here?â His lips slide across your temple in a touch that feels far too tender for a hookup. âDonât worry, baby. Itâll fit.â He snickers at his own joke before burying himself in your neck. His hand slides down your side, pressing you up into him until you can feel every curve and cut of his muscles.Â
You bite your lip. Youâve already slipped enough for him to notice your nervesâ you canât let it happen again. You have to do it soon. Now. As soon as you see an opportunity you have to strike. You have to.Â
You arch up into him, scratching your fingers down his back, trying to seem as invested in the moment as you can. He gets greedier, leaving open-mouthed kiss down your neck, across your collarbone. You nearly freeze up when he kisses low into the valley of your breastsâ as low as your dress allows. Then he moves over your clothes, kissing down your stomach as his hands rub your thighs.Â
Now. Now, while heâs not looking.
You slide a hand into his hair and another up to your chest, trying to play it off like youâre touching yourself. You sneak your fingers into your bra, feeling the cool metal of your blade glide across your thumb. Now.Â
You fist your fingers in his hair, holding his head down as best you can while you arc the blade toward his neck. Just one good hit, pleaseâŠÂ
You think youâre going to strike trueâ youâre so closeâ and then a firm hand wraps around your wrist, stalling your attack just as it was about to land.Â
Fuck.Â
He doesnât look up right away, but you hear him sigh, feel his hot breath fanning over your thighs and stomach. When he finally does look up itâs with the eyes of a teacher whoâs disappointed his student didnât do their homework.Â
âCome on now, baby. I was really hoping youâd forget about all this and we could just have a good night togetherâŠâ Heâs pouting, whining, like a child whoâs been told he canât have dessert before dinner. Your shock stills you long enough that he easily maneuvers the blade from your hand, throwing it with a thwack into the wall to his right. It lands perfectly.Â
This is it. Youâre going to die now. But not without a fight.Â
You spring up from the bed, kicking him a couple times in the process. Youâve missed your only chance. Now, if thereâs even the slightest chance of escape, you have to take it.Â
You bare feet hit the carpet. No time to find your shoes. You dart for the door and hear him groan behind you. For a second you think you might actually make it, but you should know better.Â
He appears in front of you, straight out of fucking thin air, and his pout has transformed into something a little more sinister. âCome on, gorgeous. Letâs talk it out, yeah?âÂ
You take a shaky step back, but you know itâs no use. Heâs got you. Itâs over.Â
You swallow and lift your chinâ you at least want to die with a little dignity. âJust make it quick. Please.âÂ
He sighs again and slides his hands in his fucking pockets, like this is just a stroll down the street. He stalks toward you, forcing you back until youâre pressed up against another wall. This motherfucker really likes walls.Â
His pout shifts to a smirk that borders far too closely on a grin. âOh, no. Iâve always had a thing for taking it slow.âÂ
You nearly snort. He certainly hadnât had a thing for taking it slow just a minute ago. His arms cage you and your world grows infinitely smaller until itâs just him and those blue-ass eyes staring you down. Some distant part of you thinks you might not mind if itâs the last thing you ever see.Â
âDamn, I really thought you might give it up and just let me fuck you,â his pout returns. âSo disappointingâŠâ he sighs.Â
Your lips part. âYou knew?âÂ
That lights his face up like a Christmas tree. âSensed you tailing me these past few weeks. Started on theeeeeâ 21st, no?âÂ
Fuck. Youâd been so careful. Youâd only tailed him in public spaces, where your energy would be more diluted by the crowds. Youâd stayed far enough away that he should only have caught mere glimpses of you, even suppressed your energy. He should not have been able to sense you. But he was Satoru Gojoâ things people were not supposed to be able to do came easily to him.Â
But you have one thing on him.Â
âThe 18th,â you whisper. âStarted on the 18th.â
Thereâs a beat of silence and then his smile is growing wider, wider, wider, until itâs practically blinding you. âWell, shit,â he laughs. âYouâre pretty good.âÂ
You let a tiny smile slip through your terror. âI try.âÂ
His eyes travel up and down your body, his pout slipping away to a frown. âWhat to do with you⊠hmmâŠâ You lift your chin, taking shallow little breaths through your nose. Youâre looking death in the face, but youâd never thought it would be so beautiful. He sighs. âI guess I could let you go.âÂ
You freeze. He notices.Â
He quirks a brow, another smirk sliding across his lips. âWhat? Didnât think that was an option?â You stay silent. No way heâll let you go. Itâs a bluff. A cruel trick. âItâs not like you could try again, gorgeous. I know your energy now and what you look like. Sorry, but your chance is gone.â That was fine by you. Your breaths come a little heavier, hope pulsing in your veins. âButââ shit. âLetting you go is so⊠boring. Especially after where we left off, yeah?âÂ
Your jaw drops. âYou cannot seriously be suggesting that weââÂ
He cuts you off with a kiss, one that makes your toes curl in the carpet and your stomach clench in anticipation.Â
âOh, yes I am,â he chuckles. You feel his hand sliding down your hip, cool and calculating. âI know you werenât faking the whole thing, gorgeous. Nobody makes out like that when theyâre faking it.â You feel your cheeks heat. âAnd nobody gets this wet-â his fingers snake beneath your skirt, pressing to the wet patch on your panties. âWhen theyâre faking it.â You gasp and reach out, hands clasping onto his shoulders for support. He only chuckles. âNo worries, gorgeous. No need for any more faking tonight. Iâll make sure itâs all real.âÂ
Somehow youâve got your legs wrapped around his waist again and youâre headed to the bedroomâ again. Itâs like a replayâ a redo.Â
âLetâs keep it less killy this time, yeah?âÂ
Your back hits the mattress, your body bouncing lightly on its softness before heâs crawling after you. Itâs simultaneously the best and worst deja vu youâve ever experienced.Â
His hands slide down your body again, fingertips hooking beneath the hem of your skirt and shimmying it up your thighs until your panties are on full display.Â
âShit,â you breathe. Heâs moving so fast, like heâs desperate to go further, to get his greedy hands all over your bare skin.Â
You canât say you blame him. You feel the same.
His thumbs hook under the fabric of your panties and you know itâs over for you. You can feel his warm breath skating across your thighs, feel the calluses on his hands scraping against your skin. You reach a hand down, tangling it in his hair, and you nearly faint when he smirks and looks up at you with those blue fucking eyes.Â
âI think Iâve seen this film before, sweetheart.â He tilts his head, resting his cheek on the plush of your thigh. âNo more knives hiding anywhere, yeah?âÂ
You clench your jaw, trying to control your pounding heart. You canât believe youâre doing this. Why are you doing this? You wish you had a better answer than heâs beautiful and sexy and just a glance at him makes you want to rip his clothes off and climb him like a tree.Â
âSilent, hm? Guess Iâll just have to check myselfâŠâÂ
Heâs pressing up the hem up your skirt, more, more, more, until heâs pulling your dress straight up over your arms and running his hands down your bare sides.Â
âNone thereâŠâ His fingers cup your breast and you gasp, unable to contain your shock and the jolt that just rushed through you. He traces the outline of your bra. âYou had the last one in here, no?â Your chest heaves under his touch, pressing the flesh of your breast up into his fingers. He smirks. âBest check again.â You feel an arm slide beneath you back and then your bra loosens before itâs completely gone.Â
Thereâs a beat of silence, of admiration. He gazes down on you and you see his snark falter for just a moment, replaced by a sparkle in his eyes. It makes your skin heat. His fingers brush the swell of your breasts, thumb trailing down over a nipple. You arch and gasp again.Â
âFuck. Quit teasing so much.âÂ
He chuckles and the sound washes over you until it settles in your bones. âSush. Iâm not done checking for weapons yet.âÂ
You scowl but before you can even move to open your mouth heâs sliding your panties down your legs, hooking them around your ankles and tossing them somewhere on the floor.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you watch him settle himself down between your thighs, eyes never once leaving your center. âDonât see any knives here, either, but maybe I should double-checkâŠâ he breathes.Â
He hooks your legs over his shoulders and you shudder, your breaths shaky. Fuck. You were supposed to kill him tonight but if he keeps going like this youâll be the one deceased.Â
He meets your eyes when he takes the first long lick along your folds. You swear heâs smirking.
Your head rolls back and a pathetic sounding groan slips past your lips. You hadnât realized how much heâd worked you up. Just the slightest touch feels like heaven.
His tongue nudges at your clits and your legs clench, tightening around his head. He laughs into your cunt and his warm breath skates up and over your tummy. Your fingernails scrape his scalp.
âI think you like this, gorgeous.âÂ
Each word sends little puffs of air against your folds. Itâs driving you crazy. You stare down at him, letting a smirk pull at your lips. Your eyes dart over his mouth, wet with your slick, and you donât fail to notice the way heâs struggling to hold your gaze, eyes flickering back down to your cunt every second. Your smirk grows. âI think youâre liking this, too.âÂ
He licks another stripe, from you pulsing hole to your throbbing clit, and this time heâs the one groaning. âDamn right I am.â
He eats you out like he kisses youâ like a starved man, like heâll die if he stops for just one second, like he canât live without your juices on his tongue.Â
You whine and bury both hands in his hair, tugging desperately when his lips wrap around you clit and suck. Itâs so much, too much, and yet itâs just right.Â
Your hips buck and squirm, but heâs got his fingers pressed deep into your flesh, holding you down to take whatever he gives. You think you see heaven when he slides two fingers into your walls, curling them into that gummy spot that has an unbearable heat building deep inside you.Â
âS-Satoru-â you stutter and you hear him moan and mutter into your cunt like heâs unwilling to leave it for even a second.
âFuck, yes. Say my name, sweetheart.â Who are you to deny him? You whisper, whine, and whimper his name with every thrust of his fingers, every lick of his tongue. Itâs delicious. Every so often he swaps his mouth and hand, thrusting his tongue as deep inside you as he can while his fingers rub dangerous little circles on your clit. Whenever things get a little too filthy he laps his tongue across your entire cunt and along your inner thighs, cleaning up every stray drop. You donât know how much longer you can last under such a complete and total assault.Â
âS-Satoru, âm gonna-â He licks a thick stripe through your folds that makes your sentence end in a whine, his lips settling to suckle on your clit again.
God, itâs messy. Itâs fucking disgusting. His whole chin is covered in spit and slickâ and you love it. âCum for me, baby,â he breathes.Â
You donât need to hear much more. You let the heat inside you release with a whine, thighs trembling on his shoulders. Your walls pulse and throb around his fingers, sucking him in and never wanting him to leave. His tongue continues to rub lazy circles around your clit, working you through your high and making it last so long you think you might pass out.
Warmth spreads from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and your muscles tense and clench with each pulsing throb. You swear to god you see fucking stars.
It seems to go on forever, leaving you limp and shaking when the last waves finally slip away.Â
He presses a final kiss to your clit, one that makes your hips jolt from the overstimulation before heâs lifting himself up. âWow. That looked like a big one,â he chuckles. He runs a soothing hand along your thigh and you donât even have the energy to give him some sort of snarky reply. Thereâs hardly even a pause before something shifts in his eyes. âLetâs see if we can get one thatâs even bigger, yeah?âÂ
Before you can even process what heâs said you feel strong hands slide under your thighs, pressing them tightly to your chest as he settles himself close to you
You grasp at the sheets, hearing the clinking of a belt buckle and then the familiar pitch of a zipper being undone.Â
âFuck,â you mutter. Heâs big. Long and pretty and with a perfectly flushed tip. Your eyes are rolling back just thinking about having him inside you.
A strong hand smooths along your thighs, folding you in a way that feels more vulnerable and exposing than anything youâve ever done before. He pauses for a beat, just staring down at you silently.
âGorgeous,â he finally mutters, and something in your heart squeezes. His hand grips your hip firmly, holding you in place and you gasp when you feel him prodding at your entrance. Itâs pathetic. Youâre pathetic. Big bad assassin turned simpering little bitch over some good Gojo dick.Â
âJust relaxxxxx, baby.â His hand rubs soothing little circles into your side and itâs so divinely distracting that it catches you by surprise when he starts pushing into you. You gasp and he only chuckles. Asshole.Â
Heâs bigâ really big â and the stretch is somehow both painful and perfect. You groan into the air, struggling to take him. Every inch feels like it must be the last, but then thereâs more. Your walls clench around him on instinct, trying to force him out.Â
âFuck, baby. What did I say about relaxing?â You hiss when his hand skates down your tummy to rub messy circles on your clit. The relief is instant and you moan when you feel him slide in a little further. âThere we go. Good girl.âÂ
He continues feeding his dick into you, inch by inch, until his hips finally press to yours and you think you can feel him in your fucking throat. You hear him exhale, like itâs a relief to finally be fully inside you, like heâs been waiting for ages.Â
You expect him to not hold back, to let himself go and pound into you relentlessly, but he doesnât. He only leans down closer to you, settling in when he starts a pace of slow, sensual thrusts. His brows pinch, his eyes hardened in concentration.
âAh, fuck. Youâre so tight.âÂ
You want to shoot something back at him, but youâre hardly remembering to breathe with how deep heâs sliding into you. Instead, you just end up holding him tighter, your eyes fluttering shut.Â
Lips dust across your cheeks, just below your lashes. âKeep your eyes open, gorgeous. Wanna see you.âÂ
You blink, thinking that itâs a notion that feels a little too intimate for a hookup. Regardless, you do as he wants, opening your eyes and holding his gaze.
A smile splits his lips and he presses his forehead to yours, picking up the pace of his thrusts. Itâs not long before the sound of skin on skin fills the room and youâre both panting. His breath skates across your skin, hot and heavy, hitching with the groans and whines that spill from his chest. You canât help but pull him closer, raking your nails down his back hard enough to leave marks. The action makes him emit a noise you can only describe as a desperate whimper. âFuck, baby. Yes.âÂ
His lips press to yours in a kiss thatâs all desperation and teeth and tongue. You kiss him back with equal intensity, your body rocking with each heavy thrust. Heâs pounding into you now, frantic for more, more, more of you. You want him to take it, take all of you.Â
A familiar heat pinches in your stomach and you know it wonât be long before heâs pushing you to another release. His dick drags in and out of you, prodding at the gummy spot inside you with every thrust and brushing so deliciously against your cervix that you canât stop the moans spilling from your lips. It has you seeing stars again, has you clawing at him and panting into his mouth.Â
âSatoru⊠harder,â you breathe. You need moreâ more of everything, of him.Â
He groans. âYou got it, gorgeous.âÂ
His hips slam into you and itâs so perfect that you canât help but whimper beneath him. It only gets worse when you feel his fingers on your clit again, hand pressed between your bodies. âCum on my dick, baby.â Your eyes roll back, that coil inside you rolling tighter. You feel his muscles tensing and shaking above you and you know heâs close, too. âWhere do you want it?â he asks, and from the pinched look on his face you can tell exactly where he wants it. You know youâre an idiot for feeling the same.Â
âInside,â you breathe. He groans so loudly it rattles in your ears.
âThatâs my girl,â he says, but itâs nearly a whisper with how strained it is. His hand continues at your clit, rubbing perfect little circles that make your legs tremble where theyâre pressed against your chest. Your jaw hangs open, but you donât dare close your eyes. Satoru is still holding your gaze intently, desperately, like he needs to see you. The thought throws you over the edge.
You cry his name, clawing at his shoulder and shaking like a leaf as you feel yourself gush and pulse all over his dick. For the second time that evening you feel the heat inside you swell and burst, washing through you in waves that nearly consume you whole. Itâs a struggle to hold his eyes, to not let them roll back into your skull and give into the pure ecstasy of your highâ especially when heâs cumming, too. You can hear him moaning in your ear, feel him twitching inside you, feel his hot cum coating your walls and thereâs just so fucking much of it. You swear he cums for a minute straight before he slumps down onto you, burying his face in your neck as you pant.Â
Youâre shaking and so is he, breaths heaving in and out. Reality slowly starts to seep back in, even with his dick still softening inside you and his cum leaking down your thighs.Â
You tried to kill him. You failed. You had sex. Now what? Would he really let you go like heâd said he would? You wanted to believe it, but life hadnât taught you to be that trusting. You should move, untangle yourself from him and escape before he has time to change his mind.Â
âYou assassins are always thinking so hard,â He mumbles into the curve of your neck. âMaybe you should try to relax for once.â
You swallow when you feel him pressing his lips to your throat, trailing up to your jaw. Itâs⊠tender, gentle, and it feels so nice. You canât help the way you melt into the touch a bit. You feel him smile into your skin. âThere we go.â
His hand settles on your waist, rubbing soothing little circles that send a jolt of urgency up your spine. No. Youâre enjoying thisâ being close to him, laying here with him, breathing him in. Thatâs not what this is supposed to be.Â
You tense again, shifting to get away from him, but he only sighs and presses his weight onto you.Â
âCome on, gorgeous. No need to leave so soon. Just stay for a bit, yeah?â He nibbles at your jaw, but it doesnât work this time. You have to go. Youâve failed your mission. You donât know what that means for your brother. Youâd never thought this would have an ending besides your death.Â
âI have to go,â you mutter, pushing at his chest.Â
He chuckles, but you donât miss the strain and⊠hurt? âGot something more important than trying to kill me?âÂ
You clench your teeth, trying once again to shove him away. âYes, actually.âÂ
He finally pulls back to meet your gaze, brows slightly pinched. âLike what?âÂ
You push in earnest now, anger and panic rising in your gut. You have to go, have to check on your brother, have to figure out what youâre going to do. âThatâs really none of your business,â you seethe.Â
You go for another shove, but strong hands clasp around your wrists, pinning them to the bed. His expression has gone flat now, serious. âActually, I think itâs completely my business. You going to report your failure? Should I expect another assassin soon?â
You scowl, tugging at his grasp and trying to free yourself. âYeah, probably. Heâs an insufferable idiot. I told him it wouldnât work and it didnât, but I donât doubt heâll send another.âÂ
His face cracks, his brows pulling together again. âIf you knew it wouldnât work then whyâd you take the job?âÂ
You struggle again, less angry and more desperate now. âBecause heâs got my fucking brother at gunpoint and Iâve got to figure out how the fuck Iâm going to save him!â you shout.
Thereâs silence for a long momentâ a long, uncomfortable beat of itâ and then his expression softens into something⊠tender. It sends a chill up your spine. Satoru Gojo was never supposed to be tender with you, and thatâs all heâs been.Â
âIâll save him,â he says. Your heart jumps and his grip on your wrists loosens, allowing you to slip free.Â
âWhat?â you breathe. He sits back, allowing you to prop yourself up into a slightly less vulnerable position.Â
He exhales slowly, but you donât miss the way his hand settles on your bare thigh, a comforting weight. âIâll save your brother and then Iâll take care of your boss.â A smirk creeps across his lips. âWhat? Donât think I can do it?â
You stare blankly, lips parted. Thereâs no doubt he can do it, but thatâs not the question swirling in your mind.Â
âWhy would you help me?â Youâd tried to kill the man. You couldnât make heads or tails of a reason why heâd go out of his way to help you.Â
He chuckles. âWell, in case you didnât know, Iâm a hero of sorts.â You have to fight not to roll your eyes. âAnd⊠thereâs something I want from you.âÂ
There it isâ the catch. He wants something. You have no idea what you could possibly have to give him, but youâre willing for it to be just about anything. You narrow your eyes. âWhat?âÂ
He grins, but you can see the glint of mischief in his gaze. His hand slides further up your thigh, up your side, over your shoulder, until it rests at the nape of your neck and his face is only inches from your own. âWhatâs your number, gorgeous?â
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đ„šá© ŚĘ holy terrain!!!!!!, [ homelander x supe!reader ]
SUMMARYâ based on a request aka when you arrive to voughtâs tower covered in blood, you certainly don't expect to enjoy Johnâs comfort after feeling so numb.
WARNINGS â +18 minors dni, implied fem! reader, homelander is a warning himself, usual the boys content, mentions of murder, violence, reader matches homelanderâs freak ngl, always wash your hands before fingering #PLEASE, blood kink at it's best, degradation (blink and youâll miss it), dirty talk, porn without plot sort of?? lmao blame it on my hormones.
SIDE NOTESÂ â hi there, this is a result of me going feral in this new season. English's not my first language, so please be kind, any mistake it's my own fault sorry in advance. Hate this mf but wont deny I wouldn't fuck him to calm him down. Please interact if you like this, reblogs, comments, likes, all means a lot to me!
The smell is under your nose.
At first it didnât bother you to feel the warmth of it, youâre not disgusted by blood. But itâs everywhere. Fucking everywhere. Sticking in your face, staining your damn suit, pooling beneath your feet.
You can feel your own breathing, yet, you're numb to everything else. The screams of terror and the sudden silence of the killing are now something similar as a long-time-ago memory, a distant thought you cannot bring yourself to care about.
And when you came out of the elevator, you don't care about the other people looking at you either. The Vought personal that were always running in the floor, Ashley, or fucking Noir at the matter thinking you're Carrie or something, no one dares to talk to you even when youâre a mere sidekick, too afraid of your explosive personality to even demand to know what happened.
It's almost like you asked for it, to be left alone, to not deal with anyone but your own judgment.
So when you cross the hallway to your dormitory dreaming about a warm shower, you don't expect to see him inside, your relationship with Homelander being too sporadic to even catalog it as one. Yet he's there like it's his house, and you're too tired to even ask why he's there in the first place.
"There you are," he says, but you hear his voice like he's talking miles away from you instead of the couch where he really is. "Something was telling me you were having a rough day."
"Don't remember anything about inviting you to my room" he doesn't care about your tone as he walks closer to you, usually, when he speaks, he only seem to listen to himself. "Didnât give you a key."
He's oblivious at your words, instead, he seems to be too lost in his own way of seeing things, just waiting for you to say something similar to what youâve already said in his mind. To admit something like you missed him all day long, that you've been thinking about him as much as he's thinking about you, to fed his ego like only you can do after only a few times of sharing intimacy.
The air is thick, making it harder to breathe as he plants himself in front of you, blue eyes scanning your face as his fingers touched your hair, toying with the strands glued together with blood â Even if itâs gross, he donât seemed moved by it, mainly, you think, because heâs been through the same too.
"Don't need a key to show up," he laughs like it's obvious, and you look at him like he's having a rougher time than you. "This is my building."
It's almost a reminder for you, that you're living under his roof and have a place on his team because he just wants to. Even when you always do the dirty job no one dares to do, if you save his ass more times you can count, he still remarks youâre living in his world.
âI know,â you fight the need to roll your eyes to the back of your head while responding. Itâs something you remind yourself sometimes, how most of them are just plain stupid, always treating you like you were no better than fucking Deep.
The stink under your nose is annoying and your skin feels sticky at the touch so youâre almost begging for just ten minutes of privacy.
âI just missed youâ he says in a low voice, almost ashamed of admitting something he would never even dare to say out loud, a sudden verge of vulnerability, strange raw honesty as he looks at you. âDidnât you miss me too?â
You know the only way of really control him, how to make him do exactly what you want to do, so you let him. Let him act all needy and weird cause you want John wrapped around your finger, unable to think on his own. You want him to believe, whole-heartedly, that in the end heâs the one coming up with the great ideas when it's you every single time.
You donât find it cruel, heâs the same with you and he deserves it, so when Homelander bites his middle finger to grab the fabric of his gloves and pull it off, you let him touch you, treat you like this lost-dove-in-trouble he loves to see â âHad an awful day. Just wanted to see you,â like that. The correct combination of words and he looks like he got fucking shot by a celestial force, mesmerized. âAlways missing you, babe.â
Heâs sold by the moment, that tone you use, that little nickname that gets him, the sound of your heartbeat slightly faster than before, not enough to catch you lying, but enough to show youâre indeed, happy to see him as well.
He's pleased, so the next is unexpected to say the least, and you hate every second of it when he carries you like you two are married or something similar, sitting in the sofa with you on his lap.
âWhat are you-â
He shushes you, and you cannot finish what youâre saying when he pulls you to his chest, the fabric of his suit against your cheek as he, weirdly enough, hugged you close, the sound of his heartbeat instead, loud against your ear as you can feel him breathing beneath you, an steady rhythm as the silence filled the room. It's weird sometimes, to think he's human as well before the compound V.
âComforting you,â he says in a low voice. His bare hand now grabbing your tight enough to bury his fingers in the covered skin, squeezing it lightly as first, nothing you cannot control. And it's beyond doubt what he truly wants, the way his nose inhales the scent of your body like it's fuel, the blood mixing with your fragrance â "M' here now."
He likes it almost more than his own smell. Almost is the key, cause he cannot help but wish you'd stink like him after waking up next to him that very same day. The thought wakes something new in the alleged superhero, something that stings in his stomach, plaguing his mind with the thought of getting all that he wants, to mark you as his property as he has done before.
He cannot get enough. Of course he can't, he's used to have it all now, to never ask but take. That's why he bites your shoulder, why he didn't mind getting his hands dirty with you and your sticky suit, why he's not grossed out by anything, but instead, turned on by how much you needed him.
But in reality it's the other way around, cause Homelander's the one that pulls you closer, that kisses you like you're something heavenly, just like he is. He's not gentle, yet he knows you like it that way, that you're into that rough force he's used to and would kill any normal person in result.
"Who let you go on that mission on your own, huh?" He asks, concentrated in your suit, pulling it down slightly just to reveal the naked skin under the fabric, clean skin in contrast of all the red. "Seems like they all forgot we're supposed to work together."
You don't get why it feels so nice at first, why the hand on your hip moves through your body like you need some kind of reassurance after all you went through the day.
"I'm okay" you manage to say, the pure need to remind him you're good enough to make things on your own, some kind of memo that explains clearly that you want the same benefits he has. It's useless however, when he has you like that, making you tilt your head to the side, placing random bites in any sight of exposed flesh.
"You're hurt" he says, making you aware of your own body as he presses one hand against the injury on the side of your ribs. He's fucking sick for it, and it doesn't give you any time to react when his fingertips are pushing against the cut, your suit staining with your own blood as you mewl on top of him. "Clearly hurt."
He's drunk on depravity, lost on the face you make when the pain hits you all sudden, stealing the air from your lungs. He's suddenly hard beneath you and his hand's now rest on your hip making you move on top of him, hungry for anything he can get out of you, any little sound you make so focused on keeping quiet, trying so hard to not to fed on his bullshit.
The friction is unbearable, the fresh blood coming out of your now-opened wound, the slight force he uses to tear your suit apart like its nothing, giving him more space to work with as he seemed desperate to have you close. It takes you far from where you were first, the numb feeling that grew like a parasite your stomach swallowing it all, now instead, too sensitive to his touch.
Yes. You hate him for it, hate that it's too easy for him, the traumatized hero with too many issues, the world's strongest man that somehow manages to make a mess out of you just with something so simple as sitting on his lap.
He's so pleased when you moan, when you say his name and you forgot about mannerisms, he needs to pull out his other glove in response as his blonde hair falls over his face, throwing it to the floor as his bare hand is now able to rip apart your suit effortless. The warmth of his palm cups your now bare breast for him, and he leans into your chest, tongue flickering in circles over your nipple as you let out a strangled moan.
"Common, need you to use your words here," he demands for a moment, almost annoyed as you can see the traces of saliva that connected you to his mouth: Why does he look so good? Fucker. "Cause if you donât stop me now Iâll reduce your suit to ashes.â
âDonât care,â you know Ashleyâs going to be pissed, yet it's not enough to say anything about it. "Fucking hate the suit anyway."
"Such a dirty mouth" you're tugging his hair, hand on your kneecap pulling it slightly to the side as he forces you to open your legs for him. "What can I do with you?"
There it is, the ripped sound of his hands tearing the rest of the fabric apart, the pliable desperation in his touch, grabbing, kissing, and palming the curves of your body as it's holy terrain, unstudied land. He's caught in the smell of your skin finally mixing with his, the way your hips grinded in need for a deeper contact.
He laughs at you, laughs at that sight of defeat when he finally slides the hand that was on your knee under the ripped leavings of your now-destroyed suit. Of course he fucking loves the way you're speechless all thanks to his efforts, that you're unable to keep still as you straddle him now confident he's not repulsed by your dirty nature.
"Did you get turned on by killing?" He asks, and you try to respond something like he's clearly dumb. "Been smelling you since you've got here. All wet, covered in blood."
He's far from lazering you, but you can feel the weight of his gaze almost trespassing you when his hand finally reaches that nice spot between your legs and feels your drenched underwear beneath his fingertips. He can feel it all, and you are aware of it.
He's driven by the sounds of your heartbeat, the way your skin glimmers with sweat, he knows you're enjoying every second of it, his fingertips fondling on top of the cloth moments before pulling it to side. The warm contact with your cunt is enough to make him lose it, enough to make him succumb beneath you as he explores the folds of your aching core, his other hand holding your hip just to keep you in place.
John seems to forget, always does. Cause his grip turns beyond bruising and you can hear the crack when he moves you against his hand, a new broken bone to added to the list as he's unaware to the sound it produces, the pain that makes you shake violently blending immediately with pleasure.
You can take it. You're tough and a big girl who's taken worse, so you don't whine about it knowing you must be healing already, instead, you let yourself be trapped in that haze he created, the sounds of your sex when he hits that very spot you overly-enjoy, digits slightly curving inside as heâs experiencing the velvety feeling of your walls colliding against his hand.
"That's it, keep the show for me.â He loves praising so much since you told him heâs doing good one time, he needs to do the same for you at the first chance he got while you offered yourself to him, riding his fingers. âSuch a good slut.â
Heâs concentrated in the way his fingers disappear inside of you, the intense smell of blood and sex that now fills the air as you moan out his name, the red droplets in your face much like freckles, far more wicked than pure marks on your skin.
âSo nice, so warm,â he says to himself, the slick sound of your arousal filling the room, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin of your chest as he marks your skin like youâre all his.
Heâs sure heâs alleviating your problems, sure heâs making you feel so much better, thumb tracing circles in your swollen bud as he stole cries of pleasure from your parted lips.
You donât let him know youâre close but he can sense it, the slight change in your breathing each time more erratic, your heartbeats quickening their pace as you got closer to the edge.
And when you really finish, when youâre done riding your high, you grab the remains of your teared suit and look at him with that damn smile he loves. You know heâs expecting to receive anything back, any favor youâre willing to give in return.
But instead, when you got off his lap, you just caress his cheek gently before saying â âSee you later, John? Kind of busy now.â
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ââ mdni sexual content. inclusive of: vaginal sex, slight pet name usage, shower sex, getting caught, sex as a stress reliever. but overall this is a lot of fun LMAO
the truth, is that caleb would always be willing to experiment.
he's had so much pent up for you, that you'll frequently find he has something in new in mind to try out with youâor, in short, he liked to find new ways to have his way with you. so it wouldn't surprise you that eventually, you'd have your hands pressed against the glass, your head tilting back to meet his kisses. of course, it would feel good, like it always did. his cock would fill you so well, and taking it from behind made you feel everything so much more deeply. it would be oh so asy for both of you to get lost in the pleasure, droplets from the shower, running down your back, the rush of water doing nothing to drown out your moans.
... but shower sex is never just rainbows and butterflies, and sometimes, being fucked silly allows all sense of rationality to go down the drain.
it's quick, when it happensâcaleb accidentally knocks down the bar of soap, and the already-running water makes things progressively worse. you gasp, wide-eyed, as you slip, and caleb seems just as surprised as you. perhaps, his reflexes did him no favors in the moment, as his attempts to catch you only have him slipping on the very same trail of soap you'd also slipped on.
the both of you remain on the shower floor with agonizing pain, and perhaps you look more like a drenched, unsatisfied cat than anything else.
"shitâfuckâm'sorry, pipsqueak..."
"...we should just stick to the bedroom next time."
sex with rafayel is always so intoxicating.
he'd have himself buried inside of you in a way that just feels so right, so perfect, that you would always find yourself lost in the moment. whether he goes slow, or fast, or even if he lets you take charge, the result is the sameâyou could only ever focus on him, him, him. perhaps, it was intentional on his part, but you liked it that way. he made you feel good.
except sometimes, rafayel was too much of an airhead that your distraction wouldn't always end well... such as one particular morning, where he had you pressed against his couch, fucking you as well as he always did, and the sound of footsteps barely registered in either of your ears.
"rafayel, why aren't you answering my calls? i told you, this is an important deal, andâholy fucking shit! are you insane?!!"
rafayel never quite bothered to lock the door, and though you knew this and tried often to get him to do it, there were still times that he would... forget.
such as right then.
in that moment, you would yelp, hitting at his chest, barely having the strength to push him off of you as he hastily throws a nearby blanket over the two of you instead.
and thomas would storm away, eyes shut tightly.
"god! lock the door, rafayel, seriously! justâjust finish whatever you're doing and call me back!"
"yeah, yeah. bye, now!"
"...rafa?! never let that happen again!"
in the years you've spent together, you had come to the conclusion that xavier liked to relieve his tension in very specific ways.
you didn't mind it, of course; in fact, you enjoyed it. it's become an established part of your week, him pressing you against the door in as soon as you get home from a particularly tiring mission, soft kisses gradually turning more heated and passionate as he leads you into the bedroom. these moments were some of the only times he'd allow himself to be more selfish with his desires for you, and with no surprise, you'd find yourself looking forward to itâexpecting it.
but on one particular night, you find him to be less... dominant, than he usually would be with you in these moments, almost passive. but his hands still roam your body, brushing against all the sensitive spots he's memorized like the back of his hand, still kissing you in a way that would make you meltâso you don't question it immediately. perhaps, you think, he wanted you to take the lead this time.
except, you reach down, and he's...
...not hard at all.
even as you rub against him, as his lips place soft kisses on your neckâ
there's no reaction.
he looks up feebly and then you find the telltale traces of exhaustion on his face, the tips of his ears pink with embarrassment. his eyes are nearly drooping closed.
"sorry, angel, i'm too.... i think... i think i just really want to sleep right now, after all..."
"...oh..."
over the course of the past couple of weeks, you'd found that zayne's adorable affection for cats had gotten the better of him.
the calico cat you'd often see roaming his street would now prance happily around his house, feeling almost more at home than zayne himselfâsurely, at least, that it was certainly home more often than him. you found it adorable, and sweet, and you loved it, you really did!
but...
your more passionate nights with zayne would be rare enough as it is considering his busy schedule, and it was unfortunate that you now hard a rather... entitled audience.
he would by thrusting into you so nicely, so deeply, your legs hooked over his shoulder as he leaned in to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. often, your eyes would be closed as you took in every bit of pleasure he would give to you, fully focused on the feeling of his cock stretching your walls the way you so desperately needed.
...only now, when you open your eyes, you find that a certain ball of fluff had casually walked over to lay on zayne's back.
your eyes lock, and it's almost as if the moment is completely lost.
zayne would stop thrusting, noticing your change in mood, and then he'd recognize the weight on his back.
"...sorry, sweetheart... should iâ"
"....it's staring."
"..."
"zayne, maybe... we should do this at my place next time..."
âșâ / an: light moments to start the day!!! đ it was super hard to choose what exactly to write because there's a lot of awkwardness that goes into sex, but i hope this was a fun little read~
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obsessed with your ex || Worst!Logan Howlett smut
summary: In his world you were his wife and he loved you and then you died. In this world you're his girlfriend and he loves you. At least you think he does. Still you can't help the voice in the back of your head telling you that you're nothing but a sad replacement.
warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI!! 18+ ONLY. insecure + jealous!reader, a very very toxic mindset, the reader's mind is very mean to her, reader is a mutant that can make objects disappear, angst, happy ending, rough sex, riding, french kissing, oral (f!receiving), a slight breakdown, soft sex, missionary, Logan is kinda a softie, cockwarming, fingering.
wc: 2.5k
a/n: Okay so it's here!! I need to make this clear that the readers mindset is NOT healthy and that relationships need good communication. That being said here's my fic idea that I've been thinking about for a bit. I love Olivia Rodrigo sm (I even saw her in concert!!) and this song was just begging to be written into a fic. Anyways I really hope you like it and that it's not too insane lmao. Also i made the graphic but i kinda hate it but i dont wanna change it so here we are I know it's ugly but its FINE
How long have you been here? Staring. Observing every little thing about you. Your nose, your eyes, your lips, your hair, your chin. The way your arms fall by your sides. Every. Little. Detail.
Did she have the same colored eyes? Did she talk like you? Was she smart? Was she powerful? Did he look at her the same way? Did he fuck her like he fucks you?
You clench your fists as you stare angrily at the mirror. He loves you. He says he loves you and yet it feels like you can never compare to her. She was the love of his life. She was an X-Men. She died. She was you. You're his dead fucking wife in his universe while you were nothing to the Logan in this one.Â
He looked at you like a kicked puppy that first day you met. A lost little pet that had been searching for its owner. Dragged through hell and back just to get to you. It was easy to fall for him. Handsome, a little rough around the edges. You hadnât even been dating for that long but it didnât matter right? He worshiped you. He loved you. He promised he loved you.
But sometimes in the back of your head you wonder if when he's kissing you, does he imagine her? Does he close his eyes while he's pounding into you and imagine it's her? How could you ever compete? She was perfect, she was kind, she was everything to him. Spiraling deeper and deeper into a whirlpool of doubt and envy. There's a heavy pounding on the door but you choose to ignore it. Too wrapped up in your twisted mind to care.Â
"Sweetheart, let me in." Logan's gruff voice was slightly muffled by the door.Â
You clench your jaw as you finally tear your eyes away from the mirror. You slam open the door taking Logan by surprise. His eyes scan yours for injury, a worried look in his face as he steps into the bathroom.Â
"I got worried, you were in here a long time." His arms wrap around your waist.Â
He's looking at you with pity. At least that's what your brain tells you. Was he worried that you were hurt because he loves you or because he was thinking of her death again? You know he still dreams of her. He can hide it when he's awake but the nightmares don't lie. It hurts so bad. Love me. Love me. You're jealous you know. She's dead, she's gone. So why can't he love you. You push him off and storm out the bathroom. Nothing makes sense anymore in your head.Â
"What the fuck?" Logan follows you and you feel yourself tensing up.Â
It's a miracle your powers haven't started to go haywire yet. So many different emotions swirl around in your head until it mixes together to form one single feeling.
Need.
You grab Logan's shirt and pull him into you. Smashing your lips onto his with a hunger that you've never felt before. Logan hisses as you bite his bottom lip harshly but you don't give him time to say anything as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He groans as he starts to take some control back. Hands slipping up your shirt and ripping to shreds with ease.
You pull back from his lips, chest heaving for air as you paw at his shirt. Silently demanding he take it off which he happily does. Your lips are back onto his in an instant. He slowly walks you back until you fall onto the bed. You fall onto the bed and lick your lips. The bugle in his pants is evident as you flick your hand and the belt disappears.Â
"I liked that belt." You pay no mind to his comment as you unbutton his jeans and pull them down, leaving him in his boxers.Â
"Easy there sweetheart," Logan pushes you back gently and crawls on top of you. Logan kisses down your chest, teasing each nipple with his tongue.Â
"Let me take my time." He purrs.
His hands touch and squeeze your breasts roughly making you whine. You watch his arms move, god he's so hot. He's close to making you forget. He kisses down, down, all the way down. He sneaks out the tip of his claws to pop open the button of your pants and he yanks them down until they're all the way off.
"There she is, my perfect girl." His girl. That's right your his girl. No one else's.
Logan pulls your panties to the side as he situates himself between your legs. He stuffs his face without shame, licking hungrily and practically moaning at the taste. You arch your back as Logan devours you. Watching his back muscles move are mesmerizing. He's yours. He loves you. He promises he does.
You can't stop the thoughts that begin to invade you. Overwhelmed by pleasure from Logan and pain from the horrible ideas that pop into your head. Did he do this with her too? Did he worship her? Do you taste like her? Is that why he can't get enough?Â
"Fuck!" You hiss as you sit up and tell Logan to stop. He does immediately, wondering what the hell is going on.Â
"Can't fucking wait." You scratch down his chest with your nails. He groans and tries to crawl on top of you but you shake your head.Â
"I'm going to ride you until you can't come anymore." You growl.
You bite his shoulder harshly making him hiss. It heals right up much to your dismay. How badly you wish you could mark him. You make his boxers disappear but before he can make a smart comment you sink down on him all the way. You whimper as you start to bounce on his cock. Loving how much he fills you.
You need to be fucked stupid. You're desperate for Logan to fuck every bad thought out of your head. To promise that he loves you so that you can believe him. You want to believe him. Please, you have to believe him.Â
"Sweetheart." Logan's breath is labored as you relentlessly fuck yourself on his cock. You feel so damn good but fuck he can tell something is on your mind.Â
"What do you need, let me help you." He sits up on his hands, placing one on your back as he tries to get you to slow down. His words make you want to scream. What do you need? You look at him and the only thing your rotten brain can tell you is that he is thinking of her.Â
"I need you to fucking love me!" You yell.
The dam of built up feelings breaks down as tears pour out of your eyes. Ugly, horrible sobs that make your body shake. Logan watches with horror in his eyes as he stills your hips, using his strength to lift you off of him as you continue to cry.Â
"I do love you." He says softly but you shake your head.Â
"No!" You shout. You pound your fist against Logan's chest over and over again but he barely moves.Â
"You love her! I know you do." Logan's heart breaks at the sound of your sobs.Â
"I'm not your dead fucking wife Logan!" You should regret the words coming out of your mouth but you can't stop them.Â
"You look at me and you see her. Like I'm just some fucking placeholder!" You let out an anguished scream as Logan captures your wrists in his hands. You know the stories. She was a hero, she was perfect in every single way.Â
"How can I compete with, with her?" You say completely defeated.
Your head falls against his chest. There's a sense of relief that washes over you. Thoughts that have plagued you for months are finally out in the open. Yet the fear of what comes next overtakes any other feeling.
"Look at me." Logan tilts your head up but you push his hand away.Â
"Sweetheart." He sighs and lets go of your face.
Logan's never been good at this. Talking. Being vulnerable. Then he lost everything and he hardened even more and he just. This was a new chance at life and even though it's hard he can't lose it all again.Â
"I know you're not her. Of course I do." Logan presses his forehead against yours, trying to get you to look at him.Â
"You loved her..." You croak out.Â
"I did love her. She was my wife. But I love you too. In a different way." He's a different man. Having gone through tremendous loss. It shaped him into who he is now.Â
"You're different people. Your powers act differently, you talk differently, you feel different. You are not a replacement." He says firmly.Â
When you finally look at him he feels this horrible pit in his stomach. He wipes away your tears but doesn't make any other move. It's not the right time.
"Would you have even given me a second thought? If I didn't look like her?" You ask, that question has haunted you for a while now but you never asked, too afraid of the answer. Logan is silent, unsure of how to answer.Â
"When I first saw you it was like a punch in the face." He starts. "For a moment I was 20 years in the past. Then I snapped out of it. You look like her, yes but youâre not her.â He gently traces a small scar on your jaw that you got when you were a child.Â
âIâm not the same as your Logan right? He was a leader, a hero and I was an angry drunk murderer.âÂ
âIâm not gonna start listing all your fucking differences sweetheart, but I swear on my life that I love you for you.â He pulls you into a tight hug as you start to cry again. You cling onto him as tight as you can. The bad thoughts donât just stop, even if you want them to but Logans whispering sweet words in your ear. Pushing out every bad thought for now.
âLogan,â You take a deep breath, letting Logan invade all your senses. Tobacco and whiskey.Â
âI need you.â Heâs hesitant, not sure if itâs the right time.
âPlease, I just need you.â
âOkay sweetheart, you have me.â He slowly rolls you over and lays you on your back.
He captures your lips into a kiss. His hips rolling slowly making you moan softly. His lips drift from your lips to the corner of your mouth to your cheek, trailing down. Each one so gentle, so full of love.
âYou have this spot, righttt here.â Logan nibbles on your neck and you gasp when bites right at this spot that drives you wild. You melt into the mattress as he kisses over it.
âAlways makes you relax.â He crawls lower, kissing down your body. He sits up on his knees and grabs a pillow to place under your back.
âI know you like to be slightly elevated because it means I can go just a little deeper.â He purrs as he takes his cock in his hands and gently rubs the tip of it along your folds. He slides two fingers into your cunt slowly.
âKnow that my fingers drive you absolutely wild, that you need me to go slow to start.â You nod absentmindedly.
You never realized he picked up on all these things. His fingers start to slide in smoother, your cunt getting wetter for him. He leans down and takes a deep breath, groaning at the scent. He slips them out and licks them clean.
âRelax sweetheart,â He spreads your thighs and slips in all the way. Going slow but unrelenting, stretching you just how you like.
âSo impatient, you never let me take it easy on you right? Just wanna be full all the time.â He leans down on his elbows as he rolls his hips nice and slow.
There will be no rough sex this time, this is about love. To show you that he truly does love you for you.
âLook at me,â He tilts your head so that your eyes meet. He smiles at the desperate look on your face.
âYou can pretend it makes you all embarrassed, but I know you like eye contact.â He hums as he angles his hips so that he hits that perfect spot.
You jolt as pleasure rocks through your whole body but he keeps you under him. Heâs slowly and methodically tearing you apart. Every touch, every word out of his mouth just makes it better. He knows. Of course he does.
âI love you Logan.â Your hands cup his face as you stare into his hazel eyes.
This time not filled with lust, but with a true deep love. He looks at you like youâre everything.
âI love you too.â He kisses you as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He smirks as he feels you start to squirm under him. You could never help it when you were close.
âCome on sweetheart, just let go.â He whispers in your ear.
His deep voice paired with the unrelenting feeling of his cock is all it takes. He holds you in his firm arms as a warm and wonderful tingling sensation runs through your whole body. A blissful smile on your face as you tilt your head back.
You feel your whole body relax as your mind calms. Logan tries to hide his growls as he fucks into you a little faster, until heâs coming hard and deep inside of you. He sighs in contentment as he stays inside of you. He taps your cheek lightly and you look up at him.
âI love you. No one else. Just you.â He moves to pull out but you whine. You need to be close to him right now. He chuckles as he slowly moves to your side. Spooning you tightly with his cock still deep inside of you.
âCan we talk?â You ask shyly.
âAbout what?â Logan grunts as he pulls you as close as he can get you.
âAnything?â Heâs not much of a talker so he asks the questions instead.
How did you discover your powers? How did you meet wade? Just anything and everything and you tell him.
You talk for who knows how long. Staying wrapped in each other's arms. It helps, it really does. Logan listens, he really does listen. He wants to get to know you. He loves you. You rest your head on his chest, tracing shapes into his palm as you talk.
For the first time in a while your mind seems to settle. Ignoring any thought that may try and ruin your mood. Itâs just you and him right now. Thereâs no looming figure of your alternate selves, not anymore.
Just you and Logan. Forever.
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currently thinking about edging sub!ellie...so...whoops
"hnnn- fuckfuckfuck baby, please." she'd whine into your ear, clawing wherever she could reach on you, scratching up your shoulder blades, digging into your waist. as soon as you feel the familiar flutters of her pussy around your skillful fingers, you'd pull away with a smirk, watching her gleefully.
you slow your movements until there's only a stationary pad of your finger resting on her pulsing clit. you stare down at her as she's gasping and bordering on tearing up, face all red and hair disheveled. auburn strands a stark contrast from the white pillow she's laid upon.
she'd try to squirm around to make you continue touching her, but you don't comply. frustrated huffs and grunts fall from her lips as her bare chest heaves up and down with desperation.
"hmmm?" you'd coo at her, voice sweet on the surface, but laced with a patronizing taunt.
she'd sigh, muster up her remaining energy and throw a deathly glare at you, sharp enough to kill a man painlessly. unfortunately for her it only amuses you further, and you bite back a sneer.
eyebrows scrunched together with her gaze not leaving yours, she sputters through a clenched jaw, "i'm gonna kill you." you can't help but chuckle at the threat. you know she doesn't mean it, it was always funny when she got feisty.
"oh you don't wanna do that, no one fucks you as good as i do, baby." you finish your rebuttal by re-inserting two fingers into her weeping pussy once more, curling skyward until you hit the spot that breaks her.
within moments her back is arching into you and eyes squeezing shut, a symphony of melodic moans and whimpers flooding the room.
"yeah, that's what you wanted?" you tease, but it's ignored. you'll allow it this time. pumping in and out of her, you can tell she's getting close again, and the thought to rip it away from her yet again crosses your mind, but you've lost count at this point.
she's gripping onto your other arm as if her life depended on it, holding on so hard you swear you'll lose feeling in it.
never letting up your pace her whines increase in volume and frequency, her pussy swallowing up your digits with ease.
you're entranced by her, she's done so well you'll let her cum, finally. she's earned it.
"pleaseplease, yes, ah-" incoherent strings of pleas and delicious begs escape her, you watch as her toned abs flex and cave in as the feeling begins to build for her.
"that's it, c'mon." you mumble a praise, which acts as the gateway for her to let go and succumb to the release enveloping her.
steadily working her through it, thumb rolling over her clit and fingers milking the orgasm out of her until it becomes too much.
she's breathing deeply once it's passed and seems finally at peace after so long, so much denial. you lay on top of her, peppering open-mouthed kisses against the side of her neck, running your hands over her waist.
"you're so mean." she mumbles, her voice taken on a drowsy aura from the exertion.
"i know. but you love it."
"i do."
um HELLO the fuck idk what came over me needed to get this outta my system ig LMAO literally typed this in like 10 minutes in the app bye
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hiiii! i absolutely love your writing- could you maybe write something with oscar and logan x reader with reader and logan in subspace while oscar talks them through getting each other off? thanks so much!
also, could i be the â„ïž anon for your page?
It had been a tough week for all of you. Youâd gotten a lot of hate in the media for seemingly dating two drivers, Logan was trying to piece together what was left of his career, and Oscar had a McLaren civil war of sorts to deal with.
But Oscar knew just how to give you all the perfect distraction.
Of course you can be â„ïž anon!
Warnings: smut, PinV, Sub Logan and Sub reader, Dom Oscar, slight subspace, facials and cum stuff (for a change lmao), edging
It had been hours (it had realistically only been about 30 minutes, but it felt like hours).
Your mind was starting to get fuzzy around the edges, and your body burned with the need for release.
Logan wasn't much better off.
He was writhing in your arms as he humped you relentlessly, the friction on your barely clothed core was driving you both insane.
You had long since soaked through your pathetic excuse for underwear and Logan's never ending river of precum definitely contributed to the wet slide of your bodies.
The two of you were completely lost in each other, chasing your pleasure as your minds floated serenely.
You were so close you could taste it. Just a bit more, just a couple more strokes and...
âStopâ
The order came loud and clear and the two of you wailed as you were forced to separate once again, the cool air against you making you shiver.
Logan heaved in a breath against your neck as Oscar held his hips firmly in place so that he couldn't rut his hips into you like he so badly wanted.
Fresh tears followed the tracks on your cheeks as you sobbed, clinging onto each other for dear life.
âplease, Oscarâ Logan cried out.
âS'too much!â you gasped.
Oscar just stroked your faces as you both calmed down enough to be able to hear his next instructions.
âYou've both been so good for me, you deserve to come now.â
He helped you take your underwear off and lined Logan's cock with your sopping wet entrance.
âGo on Logan, you can fuck her, but she needs to come first, yeah?â
Logan panted like a dog as he entered you swiftly and immediately started slamming his hips against your like a man possessed. Oscar took mercy on you both and slipped a hand between your bodies to help get you off, by rubbing harsh circles into your clit.
You yelped and Oscar laughed at your fucked out state.
âGo on then baby, you were so desperate to come, now come on Logan's cock like a good girl.â
It didn't take more than a couple more thrusts for you to tumble over the edge, taking Logan with you as you panted and whimpered into each otherâs mouths.
Once you were both properly sated after a few orgasms, Oscar sat at the edge of the bed and ordered the two of you to kneel in front of him.
He pulled his cock out and hissed, the tip angry and red at being neglected for so long.
âI'm not going to last long, my loves.â He started fisting his cock hard and fast âwho wants my cum?â
You and Logan both whined and leaned in closer, cheeks touching and tongues out for Oscar.
The older man groaned and sped up his hand, so close to the edge already.
âYou both want it?â
You and Logan nodded, eyes shining up at Oscar.
âSo pretty for me on your knees, so good, fuck- shit!â
He came in spurts all over your joined faces, some of it landing on your tongue and you hummed at the taste.
Once Oscar was properly finished, Logan twisted his head and kissed you, sloppily making out with you and spreading Oscar's cum all over your faces.
âGod... you two are gonna be the death of meâ he groaned as he watched you hungrily.
Once you'd all cleaned up in the shower and crawled into bed together, you all felt at peace for the first time a while.
Their bodies were warm against yours, and you all fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each others arms.
It was all going to be okay.
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OBLIGATORY COMPLETE OFMD SEASON 2 TEASER THOUGHTS AND SPECULATION POSTâą
Okay, to start off, I cannot BELIEVE we got this. I cannot BELIEVE we got a voiceover of Stede's note to Ed. We were all thinking it. We were all hoping for it. I CANNOT BELIEVE WE LEGITIMATELY GOT TO SEE AND HEAR HIS LOVE RIGHT OFF THE BAT. HE LOVES HIS ED SO SO MUCH.
Followed by this shot right as Stede is narrating. It's difficult to tell, but it seems like Ed??? The one-armed jacket and the fact that it's layered with Stede's narration makes me quite certain it's him. But ALONE??? AND COMING OUT OF THE SURF??? (There's a shot later that has me PARTICULARLY raising eyebrows at this moment. I'm thinking that he fell off the boat/was lost in that one storm shown later, and Stede of course is going to dive in after him or attempt to get to him in some sort of dramatic way. Which makes me think he and Stede are going to potentially talk feelings/reconcile on the beach)
And the fight choreography of this. Are you actually kidding me right now. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. GETTING TO SEE ED ABSOLUTELY KICKING ASS IN COMBAT??? NEVER IN A THOUSAND YEARS DID I EXPECT TO SEE A SHOT LIKE THIS BUT I'M HOLLERING SO HARD OVER IT (NOT TO MENTION, AGAIN, LOOKING AT THIS AND A LATER SHOT..........I'LL SCREAM ABOUT MY THOUGHTS WHEN SAID SHOT APPEARS HSKDLS)
Oh, they're PINING pining. They're YEARNING yearning. They're GAY gay.
They want to be back with each other so so so bad I'm losing my mind <3
"Fuck you, Stede Bonnet." The way he's JUST as dramatic as we were all thinking. The way he's hurting in a way WE ALL ANTICIPATED. LIKE, YOU HATE TO SEE IT, BUT MAN DSJKLDSSDKL. Also, the contrast of him saying that vs Stede's voice over is so so insane. The editors are INSANE FOR THAT ONE.
AGAIN, GOING BONKERS OVER ED'S CHARACTERIZATION BECAUSE HE SEEMS EXACTLY HOW I ANTICIPATED. Outwardly, angry, hardened, and cold. Inwardly, heartbroken, desperate, and wanting nothing more than to be back with Stede. Because hello, HELLO, HE'S NOTCHED WHAT I ASSUME TO BE HIS NUMBER OF DAYS WITHOUT STEDE IN THE WALL??????
HI OLU HELLO OLU MY DEAR DARLING OLU
but also screaming and crying and throwing up because this is ALSO what i was anticipating/hoping for. the crew being like "ummmmm lmao captain?? you really think you've got this under control???"
"You think Blackbeard's going to murder you?" I THINK NOT BECAUSE WHAT IS HE EVEN SHOOTING AT JSLDKS. OFF TO THE SIDE??? A WARNING SHOT????? Also the lighting of this and his look matches the ending shot so I'm very eyes emoji at this entire thing.
HOWEVER...
"MURDERER THRICE OVER?????????????"
Like sorry, that sign won't stop me because I can't read. Look at him. LOOK at him. You're telling me he stole the wedding cake toppers so he could PAINT HIMSELF ON THE BRIDE??? SO HE COULD MAKE HIMSELF INTO THE BEAUTIFUL BRIDE HE WANTS TO BE????? SO THAT HE COULD PLAY PRETEND MARRIAGE BETWEEN HIMSELF AND STEDE???????
INSANE!!!
INSANE FOR THIS!!!!!!
Again, bonkers editing. The split screen. The CONTRAST between Stede's hopefulness and Ed's depression. The WAY THEY LINED IT UP TO MAKE ED LOOK LIKE HE'S TAKING AIM AT STEDE. THE WAY THIS PROBABLY PERFECTLY ENCAPSULATES THEIR CHARACTERIZATION IN THE FIRST FEW EPISODES HSDJKLSDS LIKE BITING THE EDITORS BITING THEM BITING THEM
ALSO ED AND ALL OF HIS GUNS,,, NINE GUNS???????
It kills me because he's probably being exactly what he thinks people see him as. He's probably like "Oh, you want a monster? I'll give you a monster."
WHICH,,,, NO, HONEY. YOU'RE A SWEETHEART, SORRY ABOUT IT.
AND THEN LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT OUR DARLINGS!!! FANG'S FUCKING SPIKES ARE SO METAL. FRENCHIE'S WOLVERINE COSPLAY SHDJKLSHDLKS. JIM!!! JIM JIM MY BELOVED JIM, AND THEIR PAINTED BEARD. THEIR GENDER!!!!!!!
Honey hsdksjds the drama of it all. THE DRAMA. CRASHING WEDDINGS TO DISRUPT LOVE BECAUSE YOUR OWN WAS DISRUPTED??? SIIIIIIRRRR THE THEATRICS, THE SPICE OF IT ALL
excuse me ma'am that is a gay man shdkjshkls THAT IS A GAY MAN. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING,,,
kiss me instead like wtf
OKAY NOW THIS,,,
THIS.
PRESIDENTIAL ALERT: THE BABYGIRL IS FIGHHHTTTTIIIING
BUT IZZY WATCHING ON??? IZZY????????????
I have Genuine Thoughtsâą about this. I have a feeling that the big arc/character development Con mentioned might pertain to him like, REALIZING what's important, and what Ed actually wants and needs. And a good chunk of that will be him realizing the consequences of his actions, and maybe potentially wanting to undo the damage. And also, in his Bitchy Izzy Waysâą, he might also get very very tired of Ed's sulking/theatrics and want to rectify things for that reason too.
So I feel like he's going to sort of team up with Stede and show him the ropes for that reason?? So they ALL can work towards betterment???
WHICH IS NUTS LMAO. NEVER EVER EXPECTED THAT.
REGARDLESS, GO STEDE BABY GO!!!
HI REVENGE HELLO REVENGE PLEASE DON'T DO ANYTHING DRASTIC LIKE EXPLODE OR ANYTHING PLEASE BABYGIRL <3
yeah yeah the titties we've all seen them.
BUT AGAIN, AGAIN, STEDE OFF TO THE SIDE. STEDE WATCHING. STEDE LEARNING THE ROPES FROM THE MOST UNEXPECTED PERSON EVER SHDJKSDS LIKE WHAT!!!
AND HEEEEEEERE WE GO. HERE'S THE SHOT I WAS REFERRING TO EARLIER.
THE SAME BLACK SAND BEACH. FIGHTING THE BRITISH. ED AND STEDE. ED WITHOUT HIS MAKEUP ON. STEDE IN A DIFFERENT OUTFIT.
ARE THEY BOTH,,, FIGHTING TO GET TO EACH OTHER??? FIGHTING THROUGH CROWDS AND ENEMIES TO GET TO EACH OTHER'S SIDES???????
WHAT IF THEY FIGHT TO EACH OTHER AND THEN KISS HUH???
WHAT THEN.
HIIIIIIYYYAAAA JACKIE <33333
ALSO HELLO IS THAT THE SWEDE BEHIND HER???????
EXPLOSIONS FIRE EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS FEELING VERY WEE JOHN CODED RIGHT NOW!!!!!!
AND THIS IS YET ANOTHER SHOT I WAS REFERRING TO EARLIER,,,
LIKE UHHHHHHHHHHHHH
WITH ED ON THE BEACH, AND THIS SHOT OF SOMEONE FALLING INTO THE WATER,,,,,,
I HAVE A FEELING THAT ED IS GOING TO DO SOMETHING THAT ENDS WITH HIM FALLING OFF THE BOAT. MAYBE HE TRIES TO SAVE SOMEONE???
if he fights to save stede from going overboard or something equivalent i'm going to eat all the tiles off my floor <3
LIKE IT'S BAD BESTIES. IT'S BAD. IT'S DIRE. THE WATER IS SO FUCKING HIGH AND THEY'RE IN A STORM AND JIM IS SCREAMING AND I AM ALSO SCREAMING!!!
But then also, LOOK AT FUCKING WEE JOHN!!! IN DRAG!!! HE'S A FUCKING MERMAID!!! JIM ISN'T A MERMAID???? WELL, THAT'S FINE--WEE JOHN IS!!! LIVING HIS BEST FUCKING LIFE!!!!! AND WHAT IF HE MADE THAT COSTUME HIMSELF SJDKSDJLS <3
AND THE FINAL SHOT I'M CHOOSING, THE FINAL ONE OF THE SET,,, MATCHES UP WITH THAT LIGHTING EARLIER.
WHO ARE WE FIGHTING, ED BABE. WHAT'S THE TEA. WHO ARE YOU CLOBBERING.
IS IT US?
IT'S PROBABLY US.
BECAUSE THIS ENTIRE THING HAS ME SO SO SO DEAD Y'ALL
#OFMD#Our Flag Means Death#OFMD Season 2#OFMD S2#OFMD S2 Teaser#OFMD Season 2 Spoilers#Gentlebeard#Blackbonnet#Edward Teach#Stede Bonnet#Oluwande Boodhari#Jim Jimenez#Frenchie#Fang#Izzy Hands#Spanish Jackie#Revenge Rambles#OKAY NOW I'M ALL OUT OF JUICE HSDLJKSS#ALL OUT OF BRAIN POWER#BUT MAN#MAN!!!#SO SO SO OSO SO SODOSJDKLSDKLS EXCITED
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The Horrific Rumours
0.3 (part 2)
~The one where he clears the break up rumours~
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Charles_leclerc: Mon amourâ€ïž
Ps- I would really appreciate it if people would refrain from sharing such rumours about my personal life. We are very much together and happy.
Comments:-
âȘïžUsername06: he really said what breakup
âȘïžFerrarigirl: a perfect fuck you to the rumours
Ynfan09: they're so cute together
Ynfangirl: yes tell them charles
Your_username: Mon bĂ©bĂ©đ
âȘïžCharles_leclerc: only yoursđâ€ïž
âȘïžPierregasly: yeah yeah we know that you're together no need to show off
âȘïžCharles_leclerc: you're the one to talk?!
âȘïžCarlossainz55: yeah mate I've had enough of you kissing her in front of me to last a lifetime
Danielriccardo: I almost thought you've lost your mind after reading the rumours mate
âȘïžCharles_leclerc: nice to see you believe in me Daniel
Landonorris: shit I got my hopes up...I thought no more watching you guys be disgustingly in love
âȘïžUsername06 LANDO?!
âȘïžUsername05 umm what
âȘïžCharles_leclerc: don't even think about it Lando
Charlesfan05:" I don't plan to ever break up with her" if it's not love then I don't know what is
Pierregasly: Apart from jokes please don't spread rumours I almost had a heart attack
âȘïžLikedbygasly: Lmao
âȘïžPierregasly: I don't know what I would've done if he started crying mid interview
âȘïžYnfan09: probably start crying with him
Astonmytin: man is in love
Joris_trouche: I can't believe people thought you broke up when all you do is lock lips together
âȘïžUsername: joris airing charles secrets
âȘïžCarlossainz55: don't forget the phone calls every other hour
âȘïžLandonorris: or how he whines about missing her every damn time
âȘïžMaxverstappen1: I'm pretty sure I know everything about her, all because he can't stop talking about it
Redbullfan05: not the others exposing charlesđ
Username06:Lmao the whole grid was worriedđ
Arthur_leclerc: I was on the verge of crying like I can lose Charles but I can't lose my partner in crime
âȘïžRandomfangirl: Arthurđ
âȘïžCharles_leclerc: wow okay I'm not offended at all
âȘïžFerrarigirl: Arthur really said he would rather lose his own brother then his girlfriendđ
âȘïžSmooth_operator: he's whipped
Georgerusselfan: I love how the whole grid was worried that they broke up
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Your_username: "You are the best thing that's ever been mine". I love youâ€ïž
comments:-
Charles_leclerc: I love you too baby đ
Your_bestfriend: you're cute and all but please stop kissing in front of me
âȘïžYour_username: we don't always kiss?!
âȘïžfrancisca.cgomes: you kind of do babe
âȘïžyour_username: kika?! Not you too
Youfan15: I want what they have
Lilymhe: What do you mean I'm not the best thing that's ever happened to you
âȘïžAlexalbon: Lily?!
âȘïžCharles_leclerc: cry about it
âȘïžYour_username: you're one of my favourite people lilyâ€ïž
âȘïžCharles_leclerc: but I'm the best right?
âȘïžFangirl16: I love their banter
Ynfan09: not Taylor swift lyrics
Charlosgirl: which God did to pray to?
Arthur_leclerc: please don't leave me alone with him
âȘïžRandomfan02: he's your brotherđ
âȘïžYour_username: you've been living with him since you were born??
âȘïžArthur_leclerc: yeah exactly
Likedbygasly: Charles really went and took my wife
Pierregasly: Please don't scare me like that
âȘïžUsername06: Lmao Pierre was really going through it
âȘïžUsername08: man was stressed
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(I know you don't write for Steve but this just came to me) What about Steve teaching virgin!reader how to blow virgin!Eddie?!
Pairing | Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x fem!Reader
Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), handjobs, blowjobs, inexperienced virgin reader, inexperienced virgin eddie, experienced pushy steve, awkward boners, bullying, mutual pining.
Word Count | 2.8k
A/N | i've never written for steve before and i took this and ran with it lmao, i hope i did your prompt justice!! if any of you see any mistakes, no you didn't, this wasnt proof read.
Eddie and Steve's relationship had always been odd. You'd noticed it from the first time you'd ever hung out with them, when Robin had dragged you along to meet her friends. You hadn't known her for long, but Robin was loud and unabashed and adamant you had to come hang out with her outside of work.
When you'd first clapped eyes on them both, you noticed the air seemed thick between them. The way they'd bite at each other constantly, bicker and call each other names, the way Steve's eyes would linger on Eddie's lips a second longer than what would be deemed appropriate.
It seemed like a constant fight for dominance, especially when the kids were around. A battle of who Dustin loved more, who Mike looked up to more, who Max harbored a secret 'big brother' liking to more. It was a constant game, and you wondered if they even liked each other.
Then, sometimes, they'd be sweet with each other. Steve would knock Eddie back with a gentle hand when he was about to stumble over a curb, Eddie would grab Steve a burger even when he said he wasn't hungry. Steve would even help him set up the D&D table, he didn't understand what it was about and never played, but he'd help anyway. Even when Eddie bitched that the way he did it was wrong.
So, it was weird. The more time you spent together, the more you found yourself being sucked into the dynamic unwillingly. Robin said she could tell Eddie had a crush on you, which made you blush -- he was cute, and surprisingly really nice despite the hard exterior, but Steve caught onto it pretty quickly and used it to his advantage during their bickering.
You'd walked in on them arguing about you one day, when they clearly thought they were alone. You stood behind the doorway, eavesdropping;
"What would she want with you, Munson? You're a twenty year old virgin, trust me she's not interested."
"Oh yeah? As opposed to what, exactly? The town slut? As if you're any better than me because you've fucked every girl our age."
"At least I didn't jizz in my pants when she gave me a hug."
"That didn't fucking happen, and if you tell her that I'll kill you."
"Ooh, scary."
The admission of Eddie being a virgin was unsurprising, chicks weren't exactly queuing up outside his trailer to fuck him. But, he was pretty, like devastatingly so. Once you got to know him he was a great guy, smarter than he made himself out to be and nothing like the people of Hawkins claimed he was.
The next time you all hung out together, three joints deep and a bottle of scotch being passed around, you made a point of also admitting to being a virgin, to make Eddie feel better. Steve had stared at you open mouthed and flustered, Eddie had choked on his gum, Robin had watched it all unfold and let out a loud barking laugh.
You'd hoped that it would settle Eddie's mind and maybe get Steve to back off and stop hounding him about it, particularly in front of you.
And now, how you ended up in this situation is fully Robin's fault and she'll get told that when you next see her. Her and Nancy had bowed out of your designated movie night ungracefully, claiming to be slammed with babysitting Holly at last minute, but you knew better.
The three of you were crammed up on Steve's bed, and you're wondering why he and Eddie willingly chose to sit next to each other, so close their arms were squashed together and their legs knocked. You were watching The Lost Boys, at Steve's adamance, because apparently it was the horror movie of the year, but you begged to differ, nothing exciting had happened yet.
It gets to a sex scene, and you awkwardly shuffle from where you're sat next to Eddie, cheeks burning hot as you avert your eyes from the screen. Neither of them notice, enamored with seeing a pair of tits on the screen like a pair of twelve year olds.
Your fingers accidentally brush Eddie's own, and you shoot back like you've been scalded, "Sorry, Eddie." You whisper quietly, settling back into your pillow with an inch of space between your bodies for safe measure.
Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, which catches Steve's attention, making him turn away from the screen to look at you both, eyes flitting back and forth. Then, a scoff escapes him, "Trust you to pop a boner at a pair of fucking tits, Munson."
You furrow your brows, glancing down to where Steve's eyes wandered and oh. Eddie was hard, straining against the loose plaid pyjama pants that he always wore when you guys hung out at night, refusing to buy a pair of sweatpants.
Eddie's face is flushed a dark red, you can see it as clear as day from the glare of Steve's TV, "Fuck off, Harrington. They're a nice pair of tits."
"You're such a virgin, you want some help with that?" Steve wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you think it's meant to come out as a joke but the way Steve says it seems anything but. He looks at you over Eddie's shoulder, motioning towards him, clamping a hand down on his leg, "Don't you think it's about time he got touched by something that wasn't his right hand?"
You flounder a little, unable to form proper thoughts at what Steve is insinuating, "What do you mean? That I should help him with that? I'm the unwilling third party here, keep me out of your homoerotic bullshit."
"We could both do it, silly. Was it not totally obvious that he's got a massive crush on you?" Steve shrugs like it's nothing, and you feel Eddie tensing up next to you, can see his cock straining further in his pants out of the corner of your eye. In that moment it clicks for you that they're both into this, have probably been waiting a while to find themselves in this situation, with you specifically.
"At this point I think you have a crush on him, you're so obsessed with him it's hilarious." You snark, leaning forward a little until you're crowded back in Eddie's space, hands bumping each others, "What do I get out of this, exactly?"
Steve looks you up and down, a cute grin gracing his face, "Trust me, you can have anything you want."
You chew on the inside of your lip, genuinely thinking about it. Did you really want your first time doing anything sexual with another person to be in a threesome? You clench your thighs at the thought, a wave of heat flushing through your body at the thought of being touched by four hands at once, two mouths.
You wonder how Eddie feels, he's uncharacteristically quiet. You hazard a glance back down, and Eddie has his hand clamped over Steve's own on his thigh. So, yeah, clearly he's into it too.
"Aw, c'mon, don't you want to show the freak a good time?" Steve asks, a smirk overcoming his features â it's disgustingly attractive, a far cry from the usually sweet Steve you knew when Eddie wasn't around, but it did things to you, made your tummy clench.
"Steve, I've never done this either... you know that," You pull your bottom lip with your teeth, chewing anxiously. It's not as if Eddie had anything to compare you to, you were both a pair of bumbling touch starved virgins, but you didn't want it to be bad for him, either.
"Harrington, if you don't stop rubbing my thigh I'm gonna cum in my pants," Eddie's voice cuts through the air, loud enough to knock you out of your trance and making you look up at him, taking in just how disheveled he was already from the merest touch.
"I'll show you how to do it," Steve says, completely ignoring Eddie's protests, never taking his eyes off of you as he brushes his hand up Eddie's thigh even higher, knocking his clothed hard dick with the back of his hand. Eddie hisses, Steve grins and lets out a cackle, "Won't take much, anyway, not if this is anything to go by."
"I am right here," Eddie balks, throwing his hands up in the air. Steve shushes him, shoving into Eddie's space like an eager puppy to grip at his pants and pull them down his thighs.
Of course Eddie doesn't wear underwear under them, why would he? His cock springs out, flushed and hard, the tip a pretty pink colour that makes your mouth water, a small amount of precum blurting out of his slit.
"You guys good with this?" Steve double checks, Eddie whines a little, which is enough of a reply for Steve. You don't even reply, batting Steve out of the way with one hand and wrapping your other one eagerly around the base of Eddie's dick - which to your delight elicits the prettiest little moan from his mouth.
"Eager little thing, isn't she?" Steve smirks at Eddie, which in return has you rolling your eyes and Eddie nodding his head fast. You slide your hand up the length of Eddie's cock slowly, shocked by how your fingers don't even wrap around it fully, all girthy and nice to touch.
"Right, you've not got enough lube for your hand to glide properly, here," Steve leans forward, mouth just mere centimetres away from Eddie's dick, and he lets out a glob of spit onto the head.
"Fuck, what the fuck," Eddie's words comes out erratic, eyes wide as he watches Steve spit all over him without a care in the world, like this was normal and something 'bros' did. Your hand squeezes the base of his cock a little to focus his attention back on you, hand sliding up to rub in the mess of Steve's spit and get him all nice and wet.
"There you go, see? Much easier." Steve's cocky demeanor is starting to diminish, you can tell by the way his voice comes out softer as he watches your skin connect with Eddie's, the slick slide of your fist up and down his cock. You feel Steve's large hand ghost over your lower back, under your shirt. You gasp quietly at the touch, the burning heat of his skin on yours making you shiver.
"Does this feel okay?" You ask Eddie quietly, ignoring what Steve just said because what the fuck would he know, it's not his dick being touched.
"Feels good, sweetheart, cross my heart." Eddie's cheeks are tinged rouge red, neck veins popping a little as he clearly struggles not to blow his load. You can see Steve looking back and forth between you both with curious eyes, smile still on his face, clearly enjoying watching a pair of virgins going at it like a creep.
"Do you want me to use my mouth?" You ask tentatively, cocking your head to the side as you keep eye contact with Eddie to try and gauge how he feels. It's meant to be innocent, comes out dirty. Dirty enough that Steve's hand moves to grip at your waist slightly, a soft sigh escaping him.
"You'd like that, right Eddie?" Steve's smile is sickly sweet, but you can tell he's starting to fold because he's using Eddie's real name, not his last name or a stupid nickname. Eddie nods silently, eyes shutting and head thumping back against Steve's plush headboard.
You slide down the bed quietly, shuffling until you're nestled in between Eddie's spread legs at an angle that meant you could just lean forward and slide your mouth over his length, "Tell me what to do then, genius."
"Take your hand off him, I'll do that, you just put your pretty mouth to use," Steve's slender fingers move yours out of the way until you're releasing Eddie's cock, his own large hand wrapping around the base and squeezing, making Eddie whimper.
Steve guides Eddie's dick over to rub the tip over your closed lips, smearing precum all over them. Your tummy clenches, ridiculously turned on by what you're doing, unable to stop your mind racing. You feel dizzy, like this is a dream you'll wake up from any moment.
"What're you waiting for? Wrap your lips around the head, give it a try." Steve's demanding, his voice firm with you, so you lean down and close the distance, opening your lips and sinking down onto the head, hot mouth engulfing Eddie's cock.
"Jesus Christ, fuck," Eddie cries out, can't help but open his eyes to look at you, has to see what you're both doing. The sight of Steve's massive fist around his cock, jerking it lightly into your mouth, you sucking and licking at him - he's teetering on the edge dangerously fast.
"Feels good, right?" Steve chuckles a little, looking between where his fist and your mouth meet and Eddie's blown out, wide eyes, "She didn't even need any help, knew just what do on her own like a good girl."
You and Eddie both moan in unison, the vibration on Eddie's cock enough to have his hips bucking up wildly, which in turn causes Steve to reach his free hand out and push him down onto the bed harshly, "Don't cum yet, Munson. Don't be a little bitch."
Eddie chokes out a little sob, whining at Steve being mean to him. It makes his body run hot, the coil in his tummy tighten. You glance up at him, mouth still full of his cock, just to make sure he's okay, and the bit of eye contact has Eddie losing it.
"Sorry, fuck, sorry, I'm cumming," Eddie grips at a chunk of Steve's meaty thigh and he comes with an embarrassingly loud yelp, Steve's hand tightening as he jerks Eddie's cock into your open, willing mouth, swallowing his release down like you'd done it a million times before.
You kitten lick at the head until Eddie shakes with sensitivity, popping off with a little grin, "You good? Back down to earth yet?"
Eddie smiles dumbly, saluting at you with two fingers, body completely sagged into Steve's plush sheets, flaccid cock still out, "Alive but barely."
You clamber up the bed, the sudden urge to kiss him overtaking your body. You fist a hand in his messy curls, pulling him up to kiss you. Eddie wraps an arm around your back, kissing you all sloppy, teeth and tongue, to an outsider it probably looked gross, but it was so hot to you that you wanted to cry.
You break apart to catch a breath, forehead to forehead with wild eyes and stupid little smiles on your faces. You ache with how much you like Eddie, a love for him overtaking your whole body. Steve clears his throat at your side, pulling you out of your trance, making you turn to look at him.
He's got a firm hand gripped into the arm of Eddie's shirt, you can see his own cock tenting in his loose sweatpants and God, it's big and intimidating, even through his clothes.
"Don't be greedy, share it with me," Steve closes the space between you both and smashes his lips onto yours, licking into your mouth expertly to swipe over your tongue. You moan into the kiss, cunt clenching at being used in this way. He kisses more firmly than Eddie, more sure of himself, it's nice in a different way.
Just as you're getting lost in it Steve pulls away, a whine dying in your throat when you open your eyes to see his face gliding closer to Eddie's, and then they're kissing too. Steve grapples for your waist with closed eyes, tugging you even closer to them both.
They're animalistic with each other, like they're both angry and filled with pent up rage. Eddie grips a hand in Steve's mane of hair, has him groaning into the kiss that's all teeth and grunting. You watch through hooded eyes, unable to take your gaze away from them, wetness pooling in your pretty underwear at the sight of them both.
A whine escapes you, the noise filling the air and cutting off their kiss, both of them looking at you with differing gazes. Steve looks like he wants to pin you down and fuck you into oblivion, Eddie looks like he's in love. Steve sits up a little, grabbing at you and Eddie with every free bit of his big hands, fingers roaming unabashedly.
Steve glances at you both, a smirk back to gracing his features, "If you think I'm done with you two yet, you're sorely mistaken."
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Conrad Fisher x fem!reader
Summary: When Conrad Fisher catches his secret girlfriend masturbating, he loses his mind.
Genre: SMUT (NSFM)
Warnings: porn with basically no plot, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, use of the word slut, tasting your own juices lmao? praise, semi-innocence kink, caught masturbaring, swearing, nipple play
You place your hand into your panties, head leaning against your headboard, and bite your lip as you gently rub your clit. Your eyes shut and you moan, your hand movements quickening as you think of him.
The one boy you aren't supposed to date.
"Conrad," You whisper out, your other hand squeezing the pillow behind you as you arch your back. "Oh," You whimper, lost in the pleasure.
"Holy shit." You hear through the haze in your mind and suddenly your blood runs cold. You don't recognize the voice as you sit up instantly, hands leaving your panties to cover your exposed chest.
"Conrad." You say, half-relieved and half-mortified to see it's your boyfriend.
Conrad is standing in your doorway, cheeks pink, and through his boxers his boner is painfully obvious. His eyes are immediately on your chest, then your panties, and finally your face.
Conrad smirks, "Whatcha doing there, Y/n/n?"
You don't know how to answer him so you can only squirming your hips. Your heart pounds.
You've only been dating for around a month and you've never gone anything more than heated kisses. But, as Conrad grins and closes the door behind him, you can feel something shift in the air, "Has anyone ever touched you?" He taunts.
You stare at him with wide, embarrassed eyes and shake your head no. Conrad's blue eyes pierce into yours and he asks, "Can I?"
You feel like you're dreaming as you nod. Conrad laughs, "I need your words, baby." He almost mocks and for some reason, his tone turns you on.
"Y-Yes, please." You whisper and you can't prevent the needy ache from returning to your middle. Conrad smiles knowingly and makes his way over to you. You shrink down, hands still covering your naked chest, as he hovers over you.
His smile turns sweet. "So polite." He says and leans down, lips skimming yours. You chase his touch but he pulls away. He teases you like this a while, kissing every inch of your face but your lips.
"Connie." You whine breathlessly and finally he kisses you. His lips are warm and you feel like your skin is burning. Your hands cup his cheeks, exposing your breasts and Conrad starts kissing down your neck.
You moan when he starts to kiss the skin in between your breasts. Conrad looks up at you, eyes shimmering as if he's silently asking for consent to touch them.
You nod and in a blur his mouth is around your nipple. You squirm and make a small shriek of pleasure. "Y/n." Conrad whispers, kissing your breast, "Don't make so much noise, okay? We don't want anyone finding out about us." He demands, breath warm against your skin.
"Okay." You answer and bite your lip as Conrad sucks on your nipples. You squirm, bucking your hips and when the movement inevitably causes your pussy to hit his knee, you moan out.
"Do you like that?" Conrad asks, pressing his knee into your middle and you gasp loudly, "Oh, you do, donât you?" He laughs. He does it again, harder this time and your hand suddenly grips his arm.
"Conrad." You plead, eyes staring into his, "Fuck me." His eyes round and yours do too. You stare at him, mouth ajar, as you pant heavily. You think your heart could burst out of your chest at any moment.
Conrad smiles and moves to sit on his heels as his hand traces down your stomach to the hem of your panties, "Please." You say and you take his hand and quickly move it under your panties. You shut your eyes in pleasure as Conrad laughs deeply and collects some of your arousal on his fingers.
"You're so wet, Y/n." He announces and you groan, "Dirty fucking girl." He smirks and pushes two fingers into you. He curls them and begins to move them in and out, watching you unravel, until you're a shaking mess.
"I'm gonna come!" You moan out as his thumb rubs your clit. Conrad suddenly stops and pulls his hand away. You groan and buck your hips, hoping to chase your anticipated high.
"Who would have guessed that Y/n Y/l/n is such a slut." He taunts playfully and lightly hits your clit, causing you to squeal, "What did I say about being quiet? Can't have anyone else finding you like this, can we?"
You shake your head. Conrad hums and pulls your panties down your hips. He tosses them to the side and spreads your thighs. Because you're naked and he's covered, you whine, "I want to see you, please."
He ignores you for a moment, eyes focused on your pussy, "So pretty," He mutters and then looks at you. You're pouting and he grins, "Patience." He chastises as he pulls his shirt over his head and discards it next to your panties.
Your pussy throbs seeing how toned he is and you desperately want to come.
"Conrad fuck me. I'm ready." You say.
"I know you are," Conrad smirks, pushing his fingers into you again and when they come out, they're covered in your juices. He leans forward and stuffs them into your mouth.
You swirl your tongue around them, tasting yourself, and the sight makes Conrad's cock tighten in his boxers.
"You're so beautiful." He compliments and starts to remove his boxers. Your eyes widen as he pumps his hand across his cock, "Such a needy thing."
You gasp when he leans in, one hand pressed against the headboard as he uses the other to line himself up with your pussy. You shudder at the feeling.
"You okay, pretty girl?" He asks gently.
You nod, holding onto his arms for support, "Please, Conrad." You plead one last time until he finally pushes himself into you. He's gentle with you as he shuts his eyes and curses under his breath.
You feel incredibly full but after a moment you realize this didn't hurt as much as everyone warned you it would. Conrad's touch feels gentle and kind, even when he starts fucking the daylights out of you.
You moan as he hits a particularly sensitive area and his hands cover your mouth instantly. You stare at him as his hair, damp and messy, dangles in front of his blue eyes.
Conrad continues his harsh thrusts, his hand still covering your mouth as he's too immersed in how warm you feel around his dick to loosen his grip,
"Quiet, Y/n. You can't wake anyone, remember?" He grunts through harsh breaths. He feels you tighten around him and he adds, "Don't come without permission either, pretty girl." You groan.
You nod and when he removes his hand you bite your lip to conceal your sounds of pleasure as your boyfriend continues to fuck you â in your summer childhood room â in his family's house.
It all feels deliciously wrong.
After a little while you mumble, "Can I? Please."
Conrad tightens one fist around the bedsheet, "Yes. I'm close too." He groans and buried his head into the crook of your neck, "Come with me, honey." He whispers sweetly into your ear.
You feel the knot in your stomach loosen and you can't help yourself as you bite Conrad's shoulder to muffle a small scream. It feels like nothing you've ever experienced and your mind is so fuzzy by the end you barely register Conrad pulling out of you.
"Shhh," He whispers as he leans over the bed to grab the tissues and you catches your breath. You squirm when you feel him clean you up.
He kisses your temple as he moves up to hug you, "God, I love you, Y/n." He says and moves your bodies so he's spooning you.
"I love you too, Conrad." You promise.
"Do you need water? Food? I'll sneak downstairs and grab whatever you want from the fridge." He peppers kisses around your neck and you hum.
You hold his arm, "I'm okay. I just want you."
"You have me." He chuckles and this time nuzzles his head into you, "Even if no one can know yet, you have me."
Yet. You smile.
Conrad has always been a private person, plus paired with the rule you'd made with Belly to never date any of the Fisher boys, you'd kept your relationship quiet.
You didn't mind. You wanted time to tell Belly yourself. Still, it was nice knowing Conrad didn't want this secret to last forever.
Because, after all, all the best secrets are the ones that are told.
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Can you do where dominic and the reader have an argument and give each other silent treatment even though they really wanna talk to each other but theyâre being petty
i changed it a little bit but i hope this is close enough to what you wanted, i got writer's block like 3 times trying to write this lmao
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âhow many times do i have to say iâm sorry? i couldnât fucking be there, i donât know what else to say.â dominicâs fed up by now, clearly done with the conversation if the flushed face and disgruntled expression is anything to show for.
âare you not getting this? thatâs not the problem! but you shouldâve talked to me!â and just like him, you're beyond frustrated. he's usually more communicative with you but you had an event that you really wanted him to go with you to and he straight up stood you up, no call, no text, no nothing. and you were furious. he didn't want to talk about it, claiming he was just was busy and with friends and lost track of time but you weren't having it. he needed to understand that he couldn't do that.
"i'm not doing this anymore." he abruptly stands up from his chair at the kitchen table and heads towards the doorway to what you assume is his makeshift home studio.
"where are you going?!" you shout, eyebrows furrowed in anger, "you're not doing what anymore?!"
no answer. he's retreating to the studio.
"dominic david fike."
he pauses.
but then he continues. and he's out of your sight within the next second. you hear the door slam.
you groan, running your hands through your hair. you don't think you've ever fought this bad. he was usually better at letting you know where he was or if he was going to be late, you don't understand why he all of a sudden stopped. it didn't make sense. something was weird. but at this rate, you were never going to find out why. you just wanted to talk to him, you don't even understand how it became a screaming match. sighing, you shake your head. maybe some time would be best for you both.
so you continue the day as normal, given there is quite a heavy and dark rain cloud looming over your head for the remainder of the evening, but you try your best. you get your work done, which was a nice distraction but the second you were done, your mind went back to dominic. so you tried to make dinner. you weren't the best cook but he seemed to enjoy it, especially when you make that one dish he really likes. he might even view it as a peace offering.
âdom? babe?â you call out, âdinnerâs ready!â you plate the food at the stove, carrying them to the table. you wait for the telltale sound of a door opening and feet slapping the floor. it never comes.
âdom?â your heart starts to deflate. so maybe this issue was bigger than you thought. you stand there beside the table, watching the steam rise from the two plates. trying not to panic, you wring your hands together. maybe heâs just got his headphones on.
you think about texting him for a minute but you decide just to go knock on the door. if he's got headphones on, he probably won't hear his phone anyway. so up the stairs you go, putting your tail between your legs and knocking on the door. "dommy, dinner's ready. if you want to eat." pressing your lips together, you wait for the door to open.
nothing.
yeah, maybe this was worse than you thought. you give it another knock but still, no answer. resting your forehead on the cool wood, you exhale. usually after an argument, some time apart was all he needed. but it seems like this was going to take a little bit more than you anticipated.
"well, i'll be downstairs if you want to talk about it. i'll put your plate in the fridge." with that, you head back downstairs, thoughts racing through your mind. reaching the table, you just sit there. you don't even feel like eating anymore. you just pick at your food with the fork, frustrated more than anything. you know your feelings were valid, if anything, you should be the one giving him the silent treatment. you were willing to put everything behind you. why wasn't he? god, boys are so infuriating.
you stand up and just decide to wrap your plates and put them in the fridge. you didn't have it in you to eat right now and you're sure he'll be down to eat the second you leave the kitchen and shut yourself in the bedroom. and that you do. without even changing into pajamas, you just slide into the sheets in the darkness, left alone with your thoughts. you hated this silence. usually he was singing, showing you what he made, watching a movie with you, you guys even liked to online shop together. you loved his sense of style. you missed his nose. his cute button nose. you don't even realize you're crying until the feeling of something warm and wet on your nose bothers you enough to wipe it away.
you're half asleep when you hear padding around in the kitchen, socks shuffling on the floor and the sounds of the fridge opening. there's a sigh and muttering. more scuffling. and then it gets closer. you pretend to be asleep right as the door opens.
he seems to pause at the door but then there's a weight shift at the end of the bed as he sits on it. you carefully blink your eyes open, looking at him as he sits by your feet. his elbows rest on his knees and his hands are in his hair. you want to speak up, he looks frustrated but you don't know if you trust your voice after having cried yourself to sleep.
he takes a deep breath before he sits up, "i'm sorry." is all he says before he looks at you with an expression you've never really seen before. "i was trippin', i shouldn't shut down like that. i could've moved things around, i could've been there. i know how important it was to you and i'm sorry. it won't happen again."
you take a deep breath before sitting up, facing him. "i'm sorry i lost my temper. i know your schedule gets unpredictable. but you're right, it meant a lot to me." he nods and leans forward, resting his head on your chest. you run your hands through his messy curls.
"i love you." he murmurs into your chest, kissing you through your shirt. "will you eat with me please?" he looks up at you with shiny eyes and you just nod, smoothing the stray hair away from his cheeks.
he stands up first and you grab his hand as he outstretches it, taking his lead as he heads back to the kitchen. rarely did you ever eat without each other. maybe that's why you lost your appetite before. but sitting at the table with him now, smiling as you eat your dinner's together, all feels right again.
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Being stuck between Bill and an insane Ford seems like one of the worst places to be. If this is a world where Ford is under Billâs thumb (willingly or not) then it means weirdmageddon is probably universal, so even if you could run thereâs nowhere to go. And Bill is basically a god. So death probably isnât an option either. Either he getâs bored of you and you end up another body on the pile or youâre just stuck. I canât fathom that kind of helplessness and despair. (Iâm also all for it, yandereâs are a guilt pleasure lol)
no-one is coming out of that throuple a better person everyone is coming out worse!! reader's fucked ford's fucked bill's fucked they're all ruining each others lives they enable their worst qualities,,,
this interpretation of bill ain't killing reader though dw about that lmao,,, reader may be the newest addition but bill does think reader completes them, they're the new mystery trio. if ford is on one end of the line, bill's on the other, meaning reader is the middle, and bill wants to see reader make the middle theirs, to unlock the potential bill knows reader has because she doesn't choose losers, no, she goes after important people!! you can change the world, just like ford has by collapsing the barrier, she knows it because she's bill cipher
they love both ford and reader but he's bill cipher so he expresses that love by forced pet regression and mind control and mutilation and gore and letting the two most important ppl in his life watch the world burn from the penthouse suite, and waiting to get the others so the fam photo can be complete,,,,
the bad ending is ford, reader, bill, the kids, stan and whoever you want as a found family to replace the one bill lost (soos and wendy are on thin ice, but they're still here), laughing over the ashes of a fun world, better world. nothing's wrong with the way an insane reader beats down pup!ford, both of them loving each other so much but your love has been twisted and altered into something destructive. nothing's wrong with how bill devours your guts and uses your eyes to season salad because they'll grow back, you've been blessed. the bad ending is that everyone who sits on the fearamid's throne will ever want to leave
#yandere gravity falls#gravity falls x reader#bill cipher x reader#ford pines x reader#stanford pines x reader#asks#my asks#simper says stuff
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Need to make out with Natalie to fade into you, like, Iâm not letting that travnat breakup claim that song đĄ
Like imagine her driving you home from a party and youâre both a little drunk, and you beg her to let you have the aux and sheâs like âfine fineâŠâ and you put on that song, and she giggles as you sing along and everything. She then suddenly pulls over just to kiss you, and then that turns to making out⊠she doesnât even care that the song is on repeat sheâs just so in love :(
(totally wouldnât mind a mini fic/blurb on this conceptâŠ..)
also btw good luck for college!!! youâre gonna do great đđ
Fade in to You
Ooooh yes (but I don't condone drunk driving so you're both sober)
Also thank you!! I hope I do lmao <3
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"Nat! Just let me play one song! Just one, I swear, and then we can go back to listening to whatever this shit is," you beg, giving your best puppy eyes. Not that she was paying much attention.
"Fine, okay, whatever. One song. That's it. And my music isn't "shit", by the way." She rolls her eyes, handing her phone out to you. By this point, you've earned the rights to her password, so it's easy to navigate to Spotify and cue up the song you want.
As soon as it starts playing, you begin humming along.
"I wanna hold the hand inside you," you sing softly, reaching out for Nat's hand. You knew it was extremely corny, but you couldn't help it. Not with her.
She rolls her eyes but takes your hand anyways, still keeping her eyes on the road. You keep singing, getting more exaggerated as the song goes on. At this point, you're waiting for her to break and start laughing. What you're not expecting, is for her to pull the car off the road and into a grocery store parking lot.
"Nat-?"
Before you can even finish your sentence, she leans over the center console and kisses you. It's soft and sweet, and after a moment she pulls away to look you in the eyes.
"Fucking idiot," she says, and kisses you again. It starts off like the first, slow and gentle, before she's slipping her tongue into your mouth. It's still sweet, but rougher. More Natalie.
You practically melt, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as she kisses you. One of her hands cups your cheek as the other one tangles into your hair.
The two of you stay like that for what seems like hours, just lost in each other, until you inevitably have to pull away to breathe.
"So I'm guessing you like my song more than you thought you were going to, huh?"
"Yeah, it was the song that I liked. Nothing else." She buckles back in and starts the car back up before intertwining your fingers again. You just grin stupidly from the passenger seat, and don't make a move to change the song at all.
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NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
ă FEAT : ă Wriothesley x GN!reader
ă ### : ă Smut and fluff
ă CWS : ă Written before his appearance in the archon quest so he might be ooc! Everything is safe, sane and consensual. Apology sex. Established relationship. Soft dom Wriothesley. Some dumbification. Hair pulling. Creampie. Some marking via hickeys. Reader is called dearest, darling and baby. Ambiguous appearance and anatomy for reader. They fuck on Wriothesley's desk lmao.
*cracks knuckles* Be kind pleek i havent written full on smut in more than 6 months
Everything is all muddled in your headâ a mix of colors and sights and smells, all coalescing to become a raging storm that makes it absolutely impossible for you to think of anything else aside from the thick cock stretching you out and the man behind you, fucking deeper with each passing second.
"Did you miss me, darling?" Wriothesley practically purrs into your ear. He's so deep inside already, making you feel so full even if you still have yet to feel the base of his cock pressed against your entrance. No doubt he can feel the shiver that races up your spine when he pushes a couple more inches deep into youââ his broad chest is pushing you down onto the surface of his desk mercilessly, using all his weight to keep you in place as he fucks into you.
"Answer me, baby." Another inch, and you whine. So full. "You know I missed you very much, right?"
"So full," is all you gasp, eyes near rolling to the back of your head. He's not even properly fucking you yet and you've already damn near lost your mind. The stretch of him makes you think that maybe the past week or so of him being too busy to dote on you had been worth it if this is how he makes it up to you. Maybe.
Then you feel the last bit of Wriothesley's cock slip into you, brushing up against that spot that has your thighs shaking and that maybe suddenly turns into a definitely. You clench around the intrusion like a vice, voice caught in your throat as he just sits there, cock pushed in as far it can go with his back pressing you down to take it all. He moans, deep and guttural when you tighten around him, instinctively pushing back against him, trying to get him even deeper.
You're so warm, so tight, and Wriothesley is certain he's in love with you.
"Wri-- Wrio, please," you gasp when he shifts to free a hand to run through your hair. Tears catch on your lashes because he's so deep and he's so big but he's not fucking moving and it feels like you'll actually die if he delays a single second moreââ "Move please please please, I need you I missed you so much just pleaseâ"
He presses a kiss to your hair. "No need to beg, dearest," he murmurs, powerful muscles flexing as he pulls his cock out leaving you whining because now you're so emptyââ then he thrusts back in in one strong push, forcing a surprised whine from your throat that tapers off into a moan. "I've been so mean to you the past week, hm?" Wriothesley nuzzles into your hair tenderly, a stark contrast to the way he starts up a brutal pace, fucking his cock into you as if he means to carve the shape of him into your walls.
Pinned underneath him like this, you're kept spread and pliant to take whatever your lover gives you. Wriothesley fucks into you in a way that is not fast, but is hard. He snaps his hips against yours and pushes into you as if he means to reach impossibly deeper, pulling strings of whines moans and whimpers of his name every time you feel the full length of his cick buried inside you. "Leaving my baby all alone for so long. I'm sorry, dearest," he coos into your ear again, pressing a kiss to your neck.
"'S- 'S o-okay, youâ" your own cry interrupts you, your orgasm coming closer and closer with each of his heavy thrusts into you. "Ah! L-love you,Wrioi. 'M happy you're he-ere now."
"Love you too, baby. Now let me give you what you want, hm?" The fingers that have been threading through your hair tightenââ just enough for him to be able to pull your head back until he can see your face. Not a single thought in your head except him and his fat cock. Just him, making you feel so happy and so, so good. He presses a kiss to your lips then releases his hold on you in favor of sitting up and grabbing your waist.
He uses his hold on you to fuck even harder, chasing both your high as his while you sob from the overwhelming pleasure of it. His pace doesn't falter, not even when you gasp out desperately, close close, 'm so close!
"You can cum, baby," he says, voice thick with pleasure and affection. He just knows that seeing you undone is going to be the end for him, but he can't tear his eyes from you as you glow on the cusp of orgasm, full of love and wonder and gratitude and adoration. "Cum for me darling. Let me see what I've been missing while I've been gone."
And it is his name on your lips when you cry out. It is his hand that you reach for blindly, desperately while you cum from his cock alone. You squeeze him tighter, like you never want to let him go, and push back against him. Wriothesley groans your name, pulls you up so your back is flush to his front and presses his mouth to yours.
His arms wrap around your middle, holding you close to him and he thrusts up into your heat once, twiceâ and then he's finished.
Wriothesley's orgasm follows yours, his cum filling you up and warming you from the inside out. You twitch and whine, still partially lost to the feeling of being so full, and Wriothesley shushes you wish small kisses pressed to your lips. You're still so tight around him, milking him of every single drop of his cum and making sure to keep it all inside of you.
He can only just imagine how deep it reaches inside you, how it reaches every inch of you and marks you from the inside out as his. Wriothesley groans and buries his face into your shoulder, pressing sloppy kisses and sucking messy marks onto your skin. A physical show of his adoration, so every time you see those marks in the mirror you are reminded that his heart belongs to you.
"Oh, so good for me," he mumbles in a daze, lips brushing your skin. He's not pulling out yet, instead choosing to plug you up and keep you warm. Keeping all his cum from flowing out of your hole the moment he takes his cock out of you. "You're so good for me baby. Made me cum so hard, fuck. I love you, I really do."
You close your eyes, tired but sated and oh so happy. Leaning back against his broad chest, you press a kiss to the side of his neck, sleepily murmuring, "I love you, too."
#ă đŠ ă whipped.cream#ă đâ⏠ă catcze.desserts#Wriothesley smut#Genshin smut#Cw GN reader
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how to write a love song
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taro has been heavy on my mind for the last 24 hours and iâve always wanted to write a fake dating fic so here we are
summary: you have been a solo idol under SM for years now. unfortunately, youâve seen a decline in your popularity in the last year. smâs newest boy group, riize, on the other hand, is blowing up in korea and overseas. in an attempt to generate buzz around your upcoming album, your company sets you up in a PR relationship with riizeâs shotaro. (not proofread)
date: 04/07/24
scenario themes: fake dating, idol!au, lowkey grumpy x sunshine lmao
idol: osaki shotaro of riize
concept: fluff, angst-ish
warnings: swearing
word count: 5.3k
"fucking hell." you curse to yourself, alone in your private studio. you were looking at the sales for your last mini album. this was the lowest number you've seen since your debut. flopping onto a chair, you opened up youtube to check your streams, then spotify, then naver, and so on and so forth.
you were beginning to become obsessive, looking to numbers for validation. you put your phone down, sighing. looking up at the wall in front of you, you were greeted with your debut poster.
you were so young, so passionate. you didn't care about streams or sales, you just wanted to share your art with the world. feeling a bit ungrateful, you began to gaslight yourself into feeling better: it's not like the figures were that low, and many artists would kill to have half of what you're complaining about.
it didn't work. you felt even more like shit. somewhere along the way you fell in love with stardom. you became used to high-end brand endorsements, sold-out stadiums, and paparazzi everywhere you go. life has changed a lot for you in the last year.
you got so caught up in everything that you haven't been able to produce as much music. and if you're being honest, the only music you have put out hasn't exactly been your best work.
you initially stood out since you were an idol who didn't dance or put on flashy performances but instead wrote and composed captivating songs with meaningful lyrics. this attracted the attention of a nation, and later on, you developed a global fanbase. a fanbase that is currently fighting for their lives to defend your shitty mini-album.
somewhere along the way, you lost your spark. your lyrics which used to be about raw emotion and life experiences now seemed out of touch and cliche. your instrumentals had so much care poured into them, with most of them containing your own playing of the guitar, piano, drums, and more. now, they were created electronically for the most part by multiple big-shot producers.
you followed the formula for success, so why weren't you reaping the benefits?
your phone screen lit up, notifying you of an email sent by your manager:
RE: Staff Meeting
Y/N,
The numbers aren't looking too good. We need another drop, and soon. Weâre having a meeting and you can show us what you came up with so far. We brought in the PR team and they're going to share some ideas with us. The meeting's at 6, don't be late.
you glanced over at the clock. it was 4:44 p.m., which means you still have an hour and 16 minutes to come up with something to show your team.
no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't come up with anything. it used to come so easy to you. your love songs in particular were always so easy to write, and guaranteed hits at that.
unfortunately for you, being in love is nearly impossible when you're a full-time idol. between hectic schedules and invasive fans, you can't find the time or place to catch feelings for someone.
before you knew it, it was 5:50 and all you had done was mope about how hard it is to make music. packing your belongings, you headed out of the studio and made your way to the SM company building.
once seated at the meeting, you were greeted by your manager and the PR professionals he invited. "so, y/n. we're looking forward to hearing about any progress you might have made for the album." your manager encouraged, smiling at you.
"i... don't have anything," you admitted. the room was dead silent and you were holding yourself back from cringing at your own words. "I was hoping we could maybe just look at a couple of demos?"
"y/n, that's what we did last time, and it clearly isn't appealing to the fans. they want your music. we need the finished album from you by next month." your manager stressed.
"i know, i know. i'm working on it." you muttered. clearing his throat, your manager looked to the PR team, "since there's no new music for us to listen to, i guess you guys can take it from here."
"right, thank you." an unnamed woman in glasses began, "we were thinking of creating a fabricated relationship between miss l/n and another idol here at SM. his group is having a comeback around the same time you are."
you were about to protest before she cut you off, "the relationship doesn't have to go on for long, just until you release new music. it'll generate buzz and people will be more likely to tune in if they think your songs are about him. just consider it." she pleaded.
"who is it?" you questioned, still apprehensive. "shotaro from riize. the group is still recovering after a member of theirs has gone on hiatus following a scandal free seunghan until it's backwards. the two of you are close in age and he's been an idol for a few years now so he's perfect." she persuaded. you saw your manager nod in agreement in the corner of your eye.
"isn't dating as an idol a scandal in itself?" you argued. "yes, but you would generate more good exposure than bad. fans online have been talking about how good of a couple you would make for a while now." your manager butted in.
great. so you're not only going to get death threats from delusional fans but also affirm crazed shippers' beliefs. as badly as you wanted out, you really did need more attention on you as you were preparing to come back. besides, any publicity is good publicity, right?
"fine." you agreed begrudgingly. "wonderful! shotaro has also agreed, we'll have another meeting tomorrow at 10 a.m. with the two of you to go over everything." the lady exclaimed, clasping her hands together excitedly.
smiling politely, you excused yourself and left the room. your manager rushed after you, stopping you from leaving the building. "y/n, listen. I know this is all probably really uncomfortable, but I think it'll be good for you." he insisted.
good for streams, maybe. "i'll be fine. it's only a month, right?" you smiled. "right." he affirmed, patting you on the back before walking in the opposite direction.
once he was out of sight your smile immediately dropped. you made your way out the doors of the building preparing yourself for the lonely commute home.
despite being surrounded by fans and paparazzi constantly, you felt pretty lonely most of your days. you rarely had time to see your friends and family, and you didn't have any group members to share the burden of loneliness with.
making your way to the parking lot, you bumped into an energetic figure, causing your keys to drop. the two of you bent down at the same time and your heads collided. stepping back, you looked up at the stranger that had just made your already shit day even shittier.
he picked up your keys first before standing straight and looking back at you. laughing, he handed them over to you, apologizing for the inconvenience.
to your surprise, it was shotaro. the man you had to act like you were in love starting tomorrow. he had incredibly soft features and the brownest, biggest eyes that you could get lost in forever.
"hey, I recognize you!" he chirped, "I was told you would be at the meeting tomorrow for..." he trailed off, the air between you suddenly awkward.
"yeah." you added dryly. "well it was nice meeting you." you pushed past him. "nice meeting you as well!" he called out, enthusiastically waving.
he's so sweet it's sickening.
maybe you're being a bit of a bitch, but your life feels like it's falling apart. stepping into your car, you took a moment to breathe before starting it and heading home.
the next morning, you wanted nothing more than to rot in bed, but your annoyingly loud alarm reminded you of your impending meeting with shotaro. you didn't see the harm in getting a few more minutes of beauty sleep so you hit the snooze button and drifted back off.
unfortunately, those few minutes turned into an hour, and the next thing you know, you had twenty minutes until your meeting. panicking, you rush to wash your face and get dressed, sprinting down the stairs of your apartment.
once you're seated in the car, you're greeted with a blaring sign: empty tank. just your luck. you have under 10 minutes to get to the SM building and it's a twenty-minute walk from your place.
you checked the bus schedules frantically but none of them seemed to come in time. mentally cursing yourself, you began running in the direction of the company building.
there was no way you were going to make it in time. but this was better than nothing. after about 5 minutes of sprinting like your life depended on it, you saw a familiar face in a car waiting at a stoplight: shotaro.
you don't know how you managed to bump into him yet again but you couldn't really afford to care at this moment. knocking on the window lightly, you saw him look at you shocked.
he rolled down his window, "are you okay?" he asked, slightly freaked out. "i'm so sorry i promise i'll explain but could you please let me in because the light is about to turn green." you begged.
he stared at you shocked for a few seconds before you practically yelled at him to let you in. unlocking the doors, he watched you jump in. he definitely thought you were crazy.
and you couldn't blame him either. looking in the window, you saw your reflection for the first time since you left home: sweat beading on your forehead from running and your hair frizzy and half out of your bun.
while putting together your appearance as best as you could, he coughed loudly, "you said you were going to explain...?" he cautioned.
"right. I slept through my alarm, my car ran out of gas, and I was planning on booking it for the interview since there were no buses available either. oh, and sorry again for scaring you." you rattled on.
you expected him to react like most people if put in this situation: slightly annoyed but accepting of the situation.
he simply laughed. "well then I'm glad you ran into me!" he cheered with a genuine smile on his face. what the hell was his problem?
you knew idols would put on cheery, cute personas for the camera, but you never met someone so honestly enthusiastic. you would be lying if you said it wasn't refreshing, but it felt too good to be true.
you arrived at the building within a matter of minutes. "thank you, once again." you turned to shotaro once the two of you reached the elevator. "no worries." he smiled.
youâd be lying if you said he wasnât extremely handsome, and his kind demeanor made him even more attractive.
you caught yourself staring at him intensely, suddenly feeling nervous in the cramped elevator alone with him.
he kept trying to make conversation but you were completely zoned out, only being able to focus on how good he looked in his oversized black sweater.
your eyes kept nervously flitting between him and the elevator door, and you were beginning to sweat. has he always been this hot?
after what felt like an eternity, the elevator door opened and you practically sprinted out, making a beeline for the conference room. never have you been more relieved to see a room full of PR professionals.
you and shotaro sat down a safe distance away from each other. youâre not sure what overcame you in the elevator.
you havenât had any romance in your life for so long that every little thing gets you flustered, including being alone in a small space with a good looking man.
âthank you both for coming today.â the same woman from yesterday greeted. âif you donât mind, weâd like to walk you through the month-long plan of your ârelationshipââ she shared, using quotation marks.
âfirstly, we want the two of you to be spotted out together. going to cafeâs, the movies, even just for a walk. hold hands, hug, kiss if you feel like it.â you couldnât help but look at shotaro for the last bit and you were shocked to see he was already looking at you.
âweâll call on paparazzi and companies like dispatch to âcatch you in the actâ and post your photos online for people to catch on.â she continued, nodding at a man next to her.
âthen weâre going to make an official announcement on behalf of the company that you two are officially dating. you know, âthe pair are getting to know each other and we would appreciate your privacy bla bla blaââ the man said, far less professionally.
âright. you two will continue your outings for another week or so after and then you come back, and we will make a statement on behalf of the company that you have broken up to focus on your schedules. how does that sound?â the lady wrapped up.
âsounds good to me.â shotaro replied coolly. âyeah, um, sounds good.â you sputtered, a bit overwhelmed.
suddenly, you heard a loud ping on the womanâs phone. she looked down and looked up again between you and shotaro, âwell, it looks like you two have already set the plan into motion.â she chuckled.
looking closer at her phone, you saw an online article showing pictures from just an hour ago of you in shotaroâs car titled ây/n and shotaro: potential lovebirds?â
what the hell? how did those photos get out so fast⊠and when were they even taken?
although you were growing increasingly anxious about your lack of privacy, you had to admit the PR team knew what they were talking about, people were going insane over the article.
âsince youâve already been spotted together today, you might as well go on a âdateâ later in the afternoon to seal the deal.â an older man opposite you added in air quotes.
you and shotaro simply nodded in agreement and before you knew it, the meeting was coming to a close.
grabbing your bag, you prepared to speed-walk out of the room and avoid shotaro until your inevitable âdateâ but he seemed to have other plans.
âwait up, y/n!â he hollered, catching up to you. âi know weâre kind of being forced to hang out, but that doesnât mean we canât enjoy each otherâs company!â he began, âwhatâs your favorite coffee shop? mineâs-â
âlook i appreciate you trying to make light of the situation, but this is just a marketing strategy, nothing more and nothing less.â you cut him off, âletâs just go to the bakery across the street, make lovey dovey eyes at each other, and go our separate ways, yeah?â
his smile faded a bit which made you feel guilty, but he recovered quickly and nodded, following you out the company building.
once you arrived at the bakery, you tried to seem as interested as possible in whatever shotaro was talking about, but your brain was still foggy from the hectic morning you had.
âanyways, what about you?â the singer excitedly asked, ââŠwhat about me?â you repeated through gritted teeth, forcing a smile in case any cameras were on you.
âi was asking if you started preparing for your new album.â he smiled. âoh. um, yeah.â you shrugged, avoiding eye contact.
âyou know iâm a big fan of your music,â shotaro started, âi loved your debut album, i listen to at least one song from it every day.â he shared shyly.
well great. now you felt even more bad for being so unnecessarily rude to him. softening your demeanor, you replied with âthanks⊠i really liked âget a guitarâ, too.â
his eyes lit up upon you mentioning his track, which you took as a sign to continue, âbut i can never get the dance quite right.â you added, grinning.
âi can always teach you!â he beamed.
âthat would be nice-â
âoh my GOD, is that shotaro?â a stranger gasped, causing both your and shotaroâs heads to snap in opposite directions.
even though you were technically trying to get caught, old idol habits die hard. dating scandals are every idolâs biggest fear: an entire dedicated fanbase turning on you just for experiencing romance? true nightmare fuel.
âand i think thatâs y/n with him! why are they here together?â another stranger spoke up. you and shotaro swiftly picked up your belongings and left, worried youâd attract more attention.
âiâll-um-see you, bye.â you mumbled with your head down as shotaro gave you a small thumbs up underneath the table.
the two of you set off in different directions and you began dreading the long walk home. you were wearing a mask and a beanie, which meant your chances of getting recognized were pretty low, but they definitely werenât zero.
however, you loved walking through seoul, especially this time of year. the weather was nice, and the streets were bustling. you used to love brainstorming song lyrics and melodies during walks.
deciding to take advantage of your situation, you racked your brain for any potential lyrics.
nothing.
how could you have lost all your creativity? did your songwriting talent just disappear? how would you get it back?
doubts filled your mind as you realized you were already halfway home and failed to come up with a single verse.
maybe you were lacking inspiration. your life was filled with romantic endeavors prior to your debut, which filled your mind with several ideas for new songs.
but you seemed to have forgotten all of them, and as cheesy as it sounds, you might have forgotten how it feels to be in love as well.
nearing your apartment, you felt a vibration in your pocket. taking out your phone, you opened up an email from your manager:
Re: Dating News
Hello Y/N,
Seems like your bakery date is already going viral on SNS. A pair of fans spotted you two and uploaded a photo of you sitting at a table together. Keep up the good work.
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clicking on the attachment, you saw a screenshot of a tweet exclaiming âRIIZE SHOTARO AND Y/N L/N ON A DATE???â with a picture of the two of you smiling and sitting across from each other at a table.
it freaked you out how happy the two of you looked in the photo, almost like a real couple.
shutting off your phone, you couldnât help but smile as you entered your apartment, maybe shotaro was starting to grow on you.
in the next few weeks, you and shotaro would go on several public outings, getting spotted almost immediately.
before you knew it the two of you were the hottest topic in k-pop, headlining several media outlet articles and trending on social media.
you would periodically receive correspondence from your manager and PR team praising you for how well you were pulling the stunt off.
although you wouldnât admit it, you were really starting to enjoy shotaroâs company as well. the two of you began texting until late hours at night and planning âdatesâ without instruction from your team.
youâd be lying if you said you werenât starting to feel a bit attached to him but you reminded yourself that this was simply a work thing. besides, itâs not like heâs interested anyway⊠right?
you couldnât read shotaro at all. he always had a sweet smile plastered on his face and seemed excited about everything and anything.
weirdly, you felt your writing ability start to come back slowly as well.. but it obviously has nothing to do with shotaro!
itâs just a coincidence that you draw on your memories of him to come up with lyrics; that you describe his mannerisms to a T in your potential choruses and scribble about how he makes you feel in your notebook on your off-days.
yup! definitely just a coincidence.
âyâknow i used to love these growing up,â shotaro shared as the two of you stood at a street food stall indulging in dango.
âyou must miss japan a lot, huh?â you asked, staring at the side of his face. his expression faltered slightly.
âof course i do, but iâm glad i chased after my dreams. it sounds clichĂ© but it paid off. i get to do what i love, even if iâm hundreds of miles away from home.â he replied softly.
you donât know what it was, but in that moment you wanted nothing more than to kiss him. you stared at his lips for a few moments before he caught on.
âdo i have something on my face..?â he questioned, raising a finger to wipe his mouth.
you leaned in, centimeters away from touching your lips with his when he stepped back.
shit. way to go, y/n.
âsorry, i just- i donât think we shouldâŠâ he stammered,
âno, iâm sorry. i donât know what came over me. we-i should go.â you said awkwardly, biting your lip.
you headed off before he could reply, mentally cursing at the world and wanting to crawl into a hole and die.
how could you let your guard down like that and embarrass yourself?
that night, you didnât receive a single text from him like you usually do, so you tried reaching out.
no response.
every time you contacted him afterwards or tried to set up another âdateâ he would flake last minute or respond dryly until he full-on ghosted you.
you stopped heading out together and your manager seemed content with it as you had already generated enough anticipation for your comeback.
the next time you saw him would be at a company meeting, discussing the end of your ârelationshipâ.
you zoned out the entire meeting, barely hearing anything coming out of anyoneâs mouth. you focused on trying not to look at shotaro and keeping your thoughts preoccupied so you felt less embarrassed just being in his presence.
your manager briefed you on the contents of the meeting afterwards, sharing that all you had to do was release a joint statement that confirmed you were now broken up.
âitâs easy enough, you mostly leave it to the social media managers. just send them your virtual signature and be sure to post it on your instagram as soon as possible. got it?â the man asked.
you nodded wordlessly with your head still in the clouds. for the first time in a long time your mind was filled with new ideas for lyrics, ranging from lovestruck to heartbroken to enraged.
you opted to walk home that day, even taking the longer route, furiously typing in your notes app and recording several voice notes on the way. you mustâve looked insane to everyone else around you but you didnât care.
if you couldnât get your mind off shotaro, youâd at least make it work in your favor. that night, you wrote an impressive 10 drafts of different songs, staying up until late and getting up early the next morning to head to the studio.
you drowned yourself in your work, hoping youâd forget about the boy whose presence was still all around you in both your thoughts and lyrics.
eventually, you refined and recorded all 10 songs, ready to release them in your new album.
shortly before your album announcement, you posted your official âbreakupâ statement, feeling empty as you tapped on your screen.
you never wouldâve predicted the somewhat annoying and yet incredibly charming guy that you were forced into a relationship with would haunt you this much.
you even found yourself looking through old posts and articles about the two of you, reminiscing on your time as a fake couple.
it stung knowing it was completely one-sided, and it stung even more knowing you couldâve still had him as a friend if you didnât stupidly act on impulse.
you saw him here and there entering and leaving the SM building and the two of you would share a polite smile and bow before rushing off.
the response to your breakup announcement was unprecedented, and the amount of people heartbroken for the both of you took you by surprise.
riizeandrealize: âlove isnât real after all đđâ
y/n4eva: âat least we know the new album is gonna hitâ
y/ntaro: âNOOO MY PARENTSâ
tarosho28: âawww⊠so that means shotaroâs single again? đâ
scrolling through the comments absentmindedly, one in specific caught your attention:
user1129399: âshe always seemed more into him than he did. heâs probably the one that broke it offâ
you felt hot with rage, what does a stupid netizen on the internet know? and why is their comment making you so upset?
maybe because they were partially right. you obviously were more into him or he wouldâve been more receptive to your humiliating attempt at a kiss.
your album was set to come out in a week and you had a set track list recorded and ready.
and yet, you felt compelled to add one more song.
you went to work immediately, writing so fast your words were barely legible but you could read it perfectly fine.
you wrote as intensely and specifically as you could about everythingâfrom your first encounter to your last. you tried to keep your other songs vague enough to avoid any suspicion on shotaroâs part about the subject of the lyrics, but you didnât care anymore.
you were in love with osaki shotaro and you needed to express it in the only way you know how.
âare you insane?â your managerâs voice boomed over the line.
âitâs already recorded, and i have the backing vocals done too. i just need one more day to get the production team together and itâll be done and ready to add to the album.â you pleaded.
âfine.â he sighed, âthis better be worth it.â
âit will be.â at this point you werenât sure if you were assuring him or yourself.
this was your most personal and emotional piece of work yet, and you were worried shitless about what response it would receive.
luckily for you, it did amazing on the charts and with your fans. in fact, your fanbase almost doubled in size and you were experiencing even more success than you were already.
unluckily for you, you still felt like shit.
your life felt empty without shotaro in it and no amount of fans, cameras, or praise could fill that void.
as you were preparing to go out onto stage for a music show, you ran into a familiar figure heading out of the green room.
of course it was none other than the one person you have been thinking about nonstop for the past month, wrote an entire album about, and the same guy who probably cringes every time he hears it play on the radio.
you gave him a polite smile before rushing towards the hair and makeup room.
âwait. y/n, can we talk real quick?â he began nervously.
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfu-
ây/n?â he repeated, snapping you back to reality.
âyes. of course.â you responded, trying to sound as collected as possible.
âi-uh listened to your new album. itâs amazing. i loved track 11 the most.â he smiled softly, but it didnât quite reach his eyes.
of course you liked that track, itâs obviously about you.
âthanks! is that all?â you rushed, preparing to sprint away at any moment.
âno! honestly, i wanted to apologize for the way things ended.â he confessed,
you knew how this was going to end. he was going to give you some bullshit excuse for ghosting you instead of just telling you he wasnât interested and waste 5 minutes of your time.
but you donât have 5 minutes to waste. you need to get up on stage and sing about how bad he hurt you.
pathetic, but at least youâre self aware.
âsave it. i know you donât feel the same way and thatâs fine. but you couldâve at least told me. you didnât have to shut me out, I thought we were friends at the very least.â you exploded, suddenly feeling a burst of adrenaline.
âbut y/n-â
âand iâm not in the mood for excuses. you had a month to think of a good excuse but i guess there just isnât one. you know i just hope you can take this experience and learn to never do this to some other girl because-â
ây/n youâre not listening to me.â
âwhy should i? you didnât bother listening to me when i called you all those times. and about track 11, yes itâs about you. the whole fucking album is about you and i bet you already knew that-â
your petty rant was cut short when you felt something press gently against your lips⊠but he definitely wasnât kissing you.
oh my god. did he just physically shush me? he carefully removed his finger from itâs place in front of your now-closed lips.
âdid you just shush me?! have you lost your damn mind-â you began again,
ây/n!â he practically yelled, now gaining the attention from several staff members.
âi know what i did was shitty and Iâm sorry. youâre right, i shouldnât have ghosted you. but itâs not because i didnât feel the same way. iâve loved you for a while now.â
your jaw dropped, along with several eavesdropperâs jaws throughout the now dead-silent hallway.
âi was scared that you didnât see me in that way but when i found out that you did⊠i panicked. i was too scared to tell you how i felt and i know iâm an idiot for it.â he looked down. âiâm not going to beg you to take me back or anything, but can we at least go back to the way we were? friends?â
ây/n, you need to get to hair and makeup NOW! youâre running out of time before your performance!â a staff member called out before you could respond, dragging you away.
well great. now you have to pretend everythingâs alright and sing a little song on stage when your whole world has been flipped upside down.
as you sat in the makeup chair, you pondered over what would happen if you did agree to start over with shotaro, would you be happy?
before you knew it, you were on stage facing a crowd full of people staring right at you. you usually wouldnât mind, youâre an idol after all. but the whole situation was just overstimulating you.
luckily the backtrack began playing before you could overthink and you were able to escape from reality for a few minutes to sing and perform.
you missed this feeling. you missed staying up writing, listening proudly to your new music you poured your heart into, and giving your all on stage every performance.
at the end of your song, the crowd erupted into cheers. you looked onto all the banners with your name and face plastered onto them gratefully.
whether you liked it or not, shotaro brought your spark back. yes it caused you immense pain and suffering, but it also gave you moments of joy, including the one you were experiencing right now.
once you wrapped up, you headed backstage, surprised to see shotaro standing by the monitor. was he watching your performance?
âi made up my mind.â you announced, walking up to him.
âare you sure you donât need more time?â he asked, nervous.
âyouâre a dumbass for what you did,â you started, noting how his face fell, âbut iâd be an even bigger dumbass to pretend i donât want to be with you.â
the contagious smile youâre used to seeing slowly reappeared on his face, causing you to slowly smile as well before you quickly corrected yourself.
âbut⊠i want a proper apology. maybe you could give me one at the bakery tomorrow morning?â you mused.
âitâs a date.â he responded warmly.
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