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elliespillowprincess · 4 months

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SHES MY DRUG

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a/n: this is my first ever (kinda) fic so it kinda sucks and is all over the place.. also this one will be a bit longer than the others! i hope to just make this an ongoing series with no real end? idk yet!!! it’s kinda all over the place

c/w: TIME SKIP??, modern au, reader is in med school, biker!ellie!!, rich!ellie… kinda toxic!ellie? angst, addiction, substance abuse, joel’s death makes an appearance, fluff, fem reader, plus size reader, insecure reader, race of reader not specified, smut, strap-on usage (r!receiving), cum eating, spit?, tribbing, fingering (r!receiving), breeding kink, TERRIBLY WRITTEN, not proofread

WHY YOU SHOULD NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN

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ELLIE WILLIAMS

her name is everywhere now. after leaving your town, her music had blown up more than ever before. 2 years had gone by since the two of you shared your last kiss, and for the first few months the two of you texted constantly.

ellie🤭: how’s my pretty girl?

ellie🤭: hoping to come back soon

tours been getting crazy

ellie🤭:

missing you

it felt like a dream, texting one of the worlds biggest rockstars while she was on tour, her sending photos of her adventures. but all dreams end in you waking up.

you: hey wyd?

you: hoping you’re coming back soon

you: hey ellie?

we haven’t talked in a bit

i miss you.

the dream ended. just like that, you were just another girl. after waiting for replies, you decided to move on. this fantasy wasn’t real, the dream was over. ellie was now famous for hooking up with her fans, videos popping up constantly of her leading them out of her concert and onto her bike, just like she did to you.

you were just another girl.

you graduated university as the top scholar in your small town, liliana just behind you. both of you applied to a med school in new york, both getting accepted. your best friend kept telling you you’ll forget her, but how could you? she was everywhere.

eventually, there were some days you could go by without thinking of her. you decided to quit drinking and smoking, and focus on schooling. you got your pleasure elsewhere; hooking up with whatever girl swiped right on you on tinder that day. they always looked a little like her. if they didn’t have that auburn hair, they had tattoos, if they didn’t have tattoos, they were a musician, etc.

“hey, y/n?” you hear a familiar voice say. “wanna go out tonight? i feel like we haven’t gotten to hangout in ages. you don’t have to drink or anything, promise!” liliana practically begs you. it was true, the two of you hardly had any time outside of schooling to hangout, so hesitantly, you agree. she tells you all about this new club that opened, how its invite only so there won’t be too many people, and how there’s surprise private performers. she got the invite from her boyfriend, and was allowed to bring one extra person: you. you decide to use the rest of your day off prior to your later plans to take an everything shower, shaving and exfoliating your whole body. when you get out, you go to your closet to pick out something to wear, still in your towel. your new wardrobe consisted of mainly business casual clothes and scrubs for lab days, so you push them away and dig through the back of your closet. you go through the pile of clothing, until you hit something hard. you grab it, pulling it into the light. when you realize what it was, you feel lightheaded.

it’s her helmet.

tossing it to the back with a pit in your stomach, you grab three random items of clothing, shutting the door. it was exactly what you wore when you first met her: a lacy cami, short black skirt, and a leather jacket. you threw the outfit on, hoping to cover up the old memories with new ones. after you touched up your makeup, you, andrew, and liliana started pregaming. you didn’t want to overdo it, but you also wanted a small buzz for this intimidating of a club. your plan was to leave around 9, it was 8:47. “i’m actually excited, i haven’t been this excited for an event in a while!” you say to the group, feeling a buzz. the three of you are laughing and talking until you get a notification, indicating the uber was there. driving to the club, the driver put on the radio. of course, it had to be her.

the loud music and sweaty atmosphere of the club made you feel dizzy. the only thing keeping you from running away was a tall girl eyeing you across the room. she had short, dark hair, freckles, and a sour face as she looked at you like prey: your type. after a while, you notice she comes up to you, asking if you want anything to drink. agreeing, you thank her and start talking. “where y’from angel?” she asks. “nowhere near here, i used to live in a small town, goldwhit grove?” she looks at you like you’re crazy, rolling her eyes. “never heard of it. hey wanna get outta here?” you look over to your friends, liliana dancing against andrew, and remember how mad she was last time you ran off with a girl without telling her. “i don’t know i’m here with my frie-“ your sentence was interrupted but the screams of the drunken club goers around you as they all flock to the front. looking over to the stage, you see who they’re going crazy over. and of course,

it’s her.

she was everywhere, it was like you couldn’t escape and forget her no matter how hard you tried. she’s stumbling all over the stage, and slurring her words. bras were being thrown at her, and she just had this stupid look on her face. like she was loving it. she was looking around the crowd, for what you assumed to be a girl to take back to her hotel, she made eye contact with you. it felt like the whole room went quiet, even though it was far from it. you wanted to scream, call her an ass, throw drinks at her. but found another solution. turning to the girl next to you, you began rubbing against her, feeling her biceps as she wrapped her arms around you, kissing your neck. you did all of this while making eye contact with her.

“i.. i um… sorry guys.. can’t-can’t perform t’night.” she says, rushing offstage. this makes you smile, knowing you got under her skin. you continued to dance against the stranger to whatever shitty music the club put on between performers. then, it felt like the world went back into focus, your phone buzzing in your hand waking you up. “hey hold on, gotta take this.” you say, lightly pushing the girl off of you and pulling out your phone.

???: what the fuck is wrong with you

who is that???

answer me y/n i’m not fucking around

the unfamiliar messages creeped you out, so you simply blocked the number and went back to the girl, making small conversation. then, another one.

???: don’t block me

can we talk??

come to the bathrooms

rolling your eyes, you type a response.

you: idk who you are but leave me alone

it’s weird

are u stalking me??

another.

???: please

abiding by this stranger could put you in a life or death situation, but all of the adrenaline from seeing ellie and the alcohol made you lose your senses. “hey, i’ll be right back. gotta use the bathroom.” you tell the stranger, making your way through the crowds into the shitty club bathrooms. as you approach it, it seems oddly quiet for a club bathroom. you walk in, and instantly feel a hand grab your wrist, pulling you in and locking the door. “hey what the fu-“

then you see who it is.

confusion turns to shock, shock turns to anger.

“what the fuck ellie? you really think you can just ditch me for 2 fucking years and just be like ‘surprise! i’m back!’” you yell at her, pushing her away. “i’m not playing your fucking games, i feel dumb for even thinking we had something! had me waiting months for you to reply just for you to get with any groupie you come across?” she’s not saying anything, and it only makes your blood boil even more. “are you just gonna fucking sit there? i’m trying to have a good night! i caught fucking feelings for you, you made me feel like i was worth actually fucking loving, and you just threw it all away!” she just sits there, letting you yell. “fucking say something!” your voice becoming weaker, trying not to cry. looking into her eyes, you can tell she’s on something. they’re red and blown out, she reeks of alcohol and weed.

“you’re wearing the outfit.” she says flatly, looking at your outfit. you laugh, actually laugh at her. the fact you just spilt your heart out and all she can do it’s compliment your physical traits. “oh.. oh my god. you- you got problems ellie.” you say with a huff, pushing her away and heading for the door. “i’m leaving, and i’m gonna go back to a girl that maybe actually gives two fucks about me, unlike you.” reaching for the handle, you feel her grab your waist and pull you to her back. “please, don’t go.” you sigh against her, starting to tear up. “let-lemme go ellie..” you barely try to fight her grip. she doesn’t do anything, just breathes you in. “don’t… don’t go, please.” she says softy against your neck, her voice cracking. it feels like you’re melting.

turning around, you look directly at her. “i want an explanation.” you say, wiping tears from your eyes. “you told me you’d come back, you told me you missed me. where did that all go?” you look at her with doe, tear-filled eyes. she just wraps her hands around your face and admires you. “it.. didn’t go anywhere. jus’ a lot happened okay? i just need you to believe me.” your faces are mere inches away, and she’s staring at you with pleading eyes. “how can i believe you ellie? you’re not even sober.” she just wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you in and hugging you.

then you start to hear crying- no, sobbing. she sobs into your shoulder, trying to speak but unable to get words out. she casts her spell on you once again, drawing you in and making you hug her back. “just… just tell me what happened okay?” she’s barely breathing, and you rub her back in an attempt to calm her down. “he- he died!! he fucking died!” she says between cries. “who? who died ellie?” you say softy into her ear. “joel! he- he took care of me i- i- was so mean to him!” she cries against you. “hey, hey it’s okay ellie, just breathe.” after a few minutes of her crying, she starts to breathe slower, eventually pulling back and wiping your face. “can.. can we go somewhere else please?”

it was like déjà vu, being back on ellie’s bike. you had her other helmet at your apartment, so she gave you hers instead. you were honestly scared, she looked intoxicated, but she assured you she was fine to drive. speeding through the streets of new york, you arrive at ellie’s penthouse, of course. the walk into the building in the ride up the elevator is quiet, the only noise coming from ellie sniffling.

unlocking the door on the top floor, she lets you in. the place was trash. liquor bottles, pill bottles, baggies with unknown substances, different girls clothes. you were a little disgusted, but ellie ushered you to her room, which was much cleaner in contrast. you hesitate to sit down, thinking about how many girls fucked her on that bed. “no girls have been in my bed, promise.” you hear her voice say, sitting down.

the two of you just sit there, waiting for the other to speak. she finally gets the nerves to, and starts off. “i just wanna say i’m sorry, y/n. you didn’t deserve any of this.” she looks over at you with hooded eyes and continues. “when he… died, i didn’t know what to do- it was when i was in london.” that was around the time she stopped texting. “i just.. turned to a lot of stuff for comfort. i didn’t know what to do- i know it’s not an excuse..” she stares at you, waiting for a response. “thought about you every fucking day. honestly.” your heart starts to melt. “i don’t expect you to forgive me, but let me make it up to you okay?” you nod silently. this doesn’t feel real. “please say something..” she begs. your eyes meet hers and you just word dump everything that’s been clouding your mind for the past two years.

“look, ellie, i understand where you’re coming from. i just.. i need you to know how much it hurt me, seeing you get with all those other girls, it made me feel ugly. inside and out.” her gaze softens and she unexpectedly pulls you in for a hug. “fuck. i’m so fucking sorry, y/n. you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever fucking seen.” she says, her head buried into your shoulder. “everytime i was with any of those girls, i thought about you. anytime i was anywhere doing anything, i thought about you.” her words contrast her actions, but her soft words and tears make you start to believe her.

you hug her back, the two of you laying down in her bed. it all feels so wrong, but so right, she was like an addiction; she was horrible for you but you just kept going back. she softly rubbed your hair, causing your eyes to feel heavier and heavier until you fall asleep in her arms.

fuck.

you wake up, and the first thing you see is ellie. she’s awake already. she smiles at you, a genuine smile. you on the other hand, look horrified. “goodmorning.” she says, pushing your hair out of your face. “how’d you sleep?” you’re lost for words at this point. you start to remember why you don’t drink anymore. “i.. um.. i gotta use the bathroom.” you mutter before getting up, grabbing your phone from her bedside table, and locking yourself in the bathroom. you open your phone.

lili🦄: wya?

you slipped off again

where’d u go?

hello?

dude don’t do this again

ur freaking me out.

is that u that i just saw leave?

i’m following u

who is that?

where are you going??

dude answer hello??

you reply with a spew of apologies, telling her you’re safe and you’ll be home soon. “y/n?” you hear ellie shout from another room. “i made breakfast!” what the fuck? it was like she was a different person, like nothing that happened in the past actually happened and the two of you were a happy couple. you unlock the bathroom door, creeping into the living room. your jaw dropped, it was spotless.

“wow! you uh.. really cleaned up the space?” she smiles at you, plating what looks like eggs, bacon, and toast. “couldn’t sleep. i know you usually wake up early so i slipped out of bed last night and made it back before you woke up.” she waves you over to the table. “come, eat.” you tiptoe to the table, still in your clothes from the club the night prior. sitting down, ellie sets your plate down, along with some water before sitting herself down across from her. it’s quiet, uncomfortable. she decides to break the silence before you start eating. “i’m done with the pills, y/n.” she says bluntly. it kind of takes you by surprise, not the fact that she’s doing it, but the fact she announced it so bluntly. “gonna better myself. better myself for you, us.” she says. her words almost feel like knives to your heart, why was she changing all of this now? “i know it’s late, but i want to be better.” you put a piece of bacon in your mouth, swallowing before speaking. “i’m glad, ellie.” you say softly. the meal remains quiet, but its shifts from an uncomfortable to a comfortable silence.

“hey, i have to go home, can you text me please? for real this time.” you say half heartedly. she puts your dishes away in the sink, nodding. “i’ll take you home, don’t want you in those ubers, they’re not safe.”

the next few months consisted of you texting ellie, again. but this time, she came back very often. as soon as a show ended, she’d be on the next flight to new york to see you.

ellie🧸: boarding the plane rn

can’t wait to see u :)

both of your schedules were tight, but you still worked in time to see each other. ellie often cancelled entire shows just to see you, losing all that money. but she didn’t care, she just wanted you to be happy.

you: i miss youuuu

when r u coming back?

ellie🧸:

rn tbh

it felt like a dream once again, but this time, you had a feeling she wasn’t gonna let go. you hoped she wouldn’t. the two of you hung out constantly, going to her shows and being in the first row, her singing directly to you. going on walks at times square, ellie wearing a mask to hide her face of course. and sleepovers at each others apartments. liliana kept telling you to be careful, to not get hurt again.

not only were you guys talking again, but she was making it very apparent to her fans. saying things like “this one’s for my girl, she’s watching at home. see you soon, sweetheart” before playing love songs. even though you guys weren’t official- you haven’t even kissed since your last one almost 3 years ago- she sure acted like it. she was almost always sober, only ever smoking weed or having small amounts of alcohol before performing to lighten her nerves: never with you.

you were going over your neuro notes in your room, when ellie calls you, and you pick up.

you: “hey! what’s up?”

ellie: “i just got off the plane, gonna pick you up in 30 kay? wear something nice pretty girl, we’re going out.”

you: “what? where?”

ellie: “just be ready, kay? mwah i gotta go!”

the call ends and you laugh at how dumb ellie was, making kissing sounds. you quickly get up to find something to wear and throw on some makeup. you didn’t know how fancy you had to be, so you stuck with a tight black dress, black heels, and the necklace made out of pure gold ellie bought for you a couple weeks ago.

ellie🧸: come outside

her text makes your heart skip a beat, and you go out to see ellie standing next to a car. from your knowledge, she didn’t own any cars; just bikes. she was wearing a fucking suit: white button up that she of course didn’t button up all the way, black pants and jacket, and her dumb converse that completely contrasted the outfit. she smiled when she saw you. “ellie? what’s this?” you laugh, going up to hug her and smell her cologne. “y’like it? had it delivered earlier today before i got home for tonight!” she says with a coy smile. you let out a breathy laugh at the fact she can just buy such an expensive car for no good reason.

“it’s gorgeous, ellie.” you smile at her and she pushes herself off the car, turning around to open the passenger side. crawling in, you admire the inside. it was all black, with silver accents and a large carplay module. the passenger side had some photos of the two of you, and your name was engraved into the dashboard. it looked engraved by the fucking manufacturers.

she shuts your door, walking to the drivers seat, plopping inside. “whatcha think? paid a pretty penny for them to customize that.” she looks at you nervously, hoping you’ll like it. “oh ellie, you didn’t have to do this! you’re so sweet.” she smiles. “i’m glad you like it, babe.” she presses the button to turn the car on, and it unleashes a loud roar. as if she couldn’t get any hotter, the car was a manual, and she knew very well how to use one. the two of you leave the parking lot of your apartment complex, speeding through the buildings. you can help but stare at her, as you never got to see her face when she was on her motorcycle. she was focused; shifting gears strategically without stalling. you just stare at her face, her slightly unbuttoned shirt, her hands: your face becomes warm. “something wrong?” her voice snaps you out of it, noticing you’re staring.

“oh um- i’m fine! sorry..” you laugh quietly. “it’s okay to stare y’know? i stare at you all the time.” she says simply. god, she says everything with no fear. “where are we going?” you ask, curiously. “uhh i think it’s called masa’s sushi bar? heard it was really nice.” your eyes widen and your jaw drops. “WHAT??” you ask her, dumbfounded. “ellie that’s like $600 a person!! i can’t afford that right now i-“ “i got it, don’t worry ‘bout it kay?” she interrupts you. “ellie i don’t need to be taken out to nice places- id love to just sit in one of our apartments and watch cartoons.” you start feeling bad.

“you deserve it, let me take you out okay?” you put your head down, feeling terribly guilty. “hey, don’t feel bad okay? this is what i want to spend my money on.”

the two of you arrive at the restaurant, and before you can open your door, ellie screams “WAIT!” before jumping out her side and running to your door, opening it for you with a smile, reaching her hand out. you can’t help but laugh. “you’re such a nerd, ellie!”

the dinner consisted of the two of you laughing at each other, almost getting kicked out a few times for your loud behavior. “ellie! be quiet! that guy has come over a million times to tell you to be quiet!” you say in a loud whisper. when the check comes, you see the total and feel like vomiting. “$2,457?? ellie you’re crazy! i feel so bad let me give you someth-“ you try to pull your empty wallet out but she stops you, “i got it, don’t worry okay?” she tips the workers a large amount and gets up to grab your purse, and walk you out. walking to the car, she opens your door, handing you your purse before getting in herself.

“i have one more surprise, we’re going back to mine tonight.” she says while starting the car. “another? seriously ellie i dont want you spendi-“ “nuh uh, don’t wanna hear it. you deserve this okay?”

the ride home was fast, and filled with tension. you were nervous for what else ellie had in store for you. arriving at her penthouse, she lets you out and leads you to the elevator. you’re shifting nervously on your feet, and she notices. “what’s wrong?” she asks you, stepping a little closer. “i’m nervoussss! what is the surprise?” “gotta wait, sweetheart.”

arriving at her door, she opens it and holy shit. it was covered in flowers, slow music playing in the background. you followed the trail of flowers to the dining room table: the place the two of you spent countless meals together just basking in eachother presence. on the table, was a small white box. you lift it up, having no clue what could be inside. “open it, princess.” she says with a goofy, excited smile. you open the box, and oh my god. it was a gorgeous golden necklace, with an “E” attached to the chain. it wasn’t obnoxious, it was beautiful.

“ellie! what is this?! it’s so pretty!” you smile at her, hugging her. “do- do you like it?” “like it?? ellie i love it!!” you say into her shoulder. the two of you hug for a moment before she pulls you back, pulling a necklace out with your initial on it from under her shirt. everything feels electric, fuzzy, and warm. “let me help you put it on.” she says, gently grabbing the necklace out of the box. you turn around, lifting your hair, allowing her to clip the necklace around your neck. you turn around to look at her, and she adjusts it so it sits centered on your neck.

“you’re so pretty.” she just stares at you for a moment, admiring your features. she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them again before asking,

“can i be your girl?”

it felt like you were floating. her cologne was filling your nose, her eyes searching for an answer in yours.

“i know it’s a lot to ask- i just- i really like you y/n and-“

she’s cut off by you pressing your lips against hers, wrapping your hands in her hair. her eyes stayed open for a moment before the closed, kissing you deeper. she wrapped her arms around your waist, wanting to feel you closer. the two of you stayed there for a moment before you pulled away with tears brimming your eyes.

“yes, yes i’ll be your girl ellie!” you say, laughing deeply and throwing your head back as she places playful kisses along your jaw. “fuck yes, yes!!” she says, laughing with you. the two of you just stand in the dining room for a bit, gently kissing one another before you pull back, leading her to the bedroom.

you grab the collar of her shirt, pulling her ontop of you, kissing her deeply. the two of you spend about 15 minutes just enamored with one another’s mouth, when she notices you squirming, pulling back. “what’s wrong baby?” she asks, innocently. “s’hot ellie..” you say, mascara running and your cherry lipstick smudged. she smiles, dipping down to suck on your neck, leaving dark marks, running her tongue over them to soothe the pain. her lips travel down, meeting the top of your dress. “can i take this off for you?” you nod immediately. “gotta tell me with your words, princess.” you whimper at her request, obliging. “yes.. yes you can take it off els.”

“good girl.” she gently removes your dress, followed with your bra and underwear, leaving you naked under her. “so pretty, my gorgeous girl.” she coos. she begins kissing down your collarbone, and to your chest. she looks up at you as she practically makes out with your boobs, giving equal attention to both of them. she lifts her head, looking at you with lust filled eyes as she steps off the bed to undress, completely naked. you’re practically drooling, looking at her toned abs, perky tits, and the freckles that litter her body. she goes back up to kiss you, before asking, “are you still sure? “fuck- yes fuck els- just… please”

“okay, baby.”

the speaker in the living room begins playing Let the Light in by Lana Del Rey. she lifts your leg, allowing it to limply lay over her shoulder as she slowly lowers her cunt over yours. the sudden contact causes both of you to let out a breathy moan before she begins grinding against you. “so pretty, my pretty baby..” you can barely respond, the feeling of her cunt directly on yours making you dizzy. it feels so intimate, but so right.

“never.. never leaving your side again you understand?” she says between grunts. “you and me- fuck- forever baby.” she’s grabbing at you: your tits, your hips, kissing your face. the air in your lungs feels like it’s being sucked out. “els… please i- more..” you beg. her pace speeds up, her eyes locked on yours. “gonna… gonna take care of my girl ‘kay?” you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “els… m’gonna cum!!” you moan, grabbing at her arms. “me too- fuck- cum with me baby cmon give it to me.”

and that’s all it takes.

your orgasm rips through you, making your vision blur as hers follows right after, riding both of yours out. the room is filled with moans, squelching, and grunts as you both come down from your high. she collapses beside you, kissing you softly and cuddling you. she pulls away for a minute to just admire you. “y/n i.. i love you.” she says, smiling nervously. you can’t help but giggle as you pull her in closer, saying,

“i love you ellie williams.”

1 year later

you were getting ready for ellie’s private concert, wearing the same outfit you wore when she asked to be yours. it was your anniversary, and she was gonna take you out to a nice dinner followed by a surprise after the show was over. “baby? you ready?” you hear your girlfriend say, walking over to her to show her your outfit. “oh my goddd” she gawks over you. “look at my princess.” she says, grabbing your ass as she pulls you in for a messy kiss.

you two were late for her concert.

your heart was so full watching your girlfriend perform onstage. you were right up front, catching each others eye constantly. the sound of squealing girls around you threatened to drown out ellie’s singing. you look around, growing insecure at all the girls throwing themselves at ellie. she was smiling, enjoying the crowd and attention. girls were flashing her, holding up provocative signs. normally it didn’t get to you, but tonight it did.

finishing the concert, ellie’s bodyguards escort you to join her backstage. ellie notices your mood, and asks what’s wrong. “nothing ellie, jus wanna go home.” you reply blankly. “okay.. okay let’s go home yeah?”

arriving at her house, you walk to her bedroom, plopping yourself on her bed. she follows close behind after setting down her bag. “what’s on your mind, you seem sad?” she asks innocently. “the fact all those girls throw themselves at you! i mean, i don’t usually get so insecure, i know you love me jus…” you choke on your tears. “they’re so pretty, els. scared you’re gonna leave me for one of them y’know? i know im not the prettiest, i don’t have the best body-“ ellie cuts you off, jointing you on her bed. “hey, hey. don’t say that okay? you know i only have eyes for you.” she says softly, kissing your forehead. “you’re the most beautiful girl in this world, love. your body is beautiful.” she kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

it was like all your insecurities flew out the window. the two of you were laying on her bed, kissing each other softly. “m’sorry i ruined your surprise.” you say sadly. “hey, you didn’t ruin anything okay?” she reassures you. “what was the surprise?” her face turns a light shade of pink, stuttering. “we don’t have to- it’s was just if-“ you become more interested in what it was. “cmonnnnn just tell meee!” you say, the curiosity killing you. “are you sure? it’s not- if you’re not in the mood-“ “tell me ellie!” she sighs, grabbing your hand gently and placing it over her crotch. your eyes widen and you instantly feel wetness pool to your cunt.

she bought a strap on.

“we don’t have to, sweet thing. we can ju-“ her sentence is interrupted by you kissing her deeply, spit mixing with one another’s. she sat up so you could sit in her lap, her palming the fat of your ass. the two of you already removed all of your clothing besides underwear, the skin to skin contact making you dizzy. the make out session turned sloppier as minutes went by, and you became needier: grinding against her thigh. she noticed, and inquired you about it. “what’s wrong baby? needy for me?” you nod, almost forgetting ellie always wants you to use your words. “want.. want your cock, ellie.” you say, whimpering in her mouth.

“lay on your back, lemme do all the work.”

she helps you pull your underwear down your legs, followed by her boxers just after: causing the strap on to bounce out and fuck was it big. probably 7 inches, extremely thick and a dark shade of purple. you practically drool at the sight of your naked girlfriend in front of you, all strapped up. “gotta make sure you’re ready first, okay baby?” she tells you, gently pushing her fingers into your wet hole. “your so fuckn’ wet, baby. i do this?” you nod aggressively, making her add a second finger. “cmon, mama, gotta tell me with your words, how else will i know?” you loved when she was demanding, it usually only happened when she becomes really possessive.

“yes ellie- fuck! yes it you that made- made me this wet!” you say between moans. after a few minutes, she pulls her fingers out. “suck.” she demands. you oblige, taking her long digits in your mouth and sucking every last drop off. “y’ready? i’m gonna go slow okay?” she says whilst gently pushing the tip in. she goes slow, waiting for you to ask for more before she goes deeper. once she’s all the way in, she’s drooling at the sight of you swallowing the silicone. “can feel you squeezing my cock, baby. fuckkk look at her.” she presses your thighs to your stomach, ensuring she can get as deep as possible. then, it’s like the world is on fire.

she starts pounding into you animalisticlly, watching the ring of white forming at the base of her fake cock. she leans down to suck on your tits, sloppily making out with them as you scratch her back up with your long nails. this time, it isn’t slow or gentle. it’s hot and fast. needy. most of the time, she coos you through your orgasm, going slow and gentle. times like this, however, it’s like she has her mind set on one thing: making you finish. her words become more vulgar.

“fuckkkk look at that pretty pussy baby, she’s just taking all of me huh?”

“all. fucking. mine.” between thrusts.

“can see it poking through your stomach, sweetheart.”

“gonna fill you up, mama. carry my kids?”

the last line makes you moan loudly, as you didn’t know it was something you liked. she smiles, continuing her pace, out of breath. “yeah baby? you like that? want me to fill you to the fuuuuckin brim? dirty girl.” she makes out with you sloppily, drool dripping down your faces. “ellie.. ellie fuck i’m gonna cum!!”

little did you know: she was too.

the base of the strap had been rubbing perfectly against her clit, her pace speeding to make the two of you finish.

“fucking cum all over me- fuck- cream my fucking cock baby. fuckkk”

the two of you scream out, as your orgasms rip through at the same time. all you can hear is ellie saying “iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!!” as you come undone, her fucking you through every last bit of your orgasm. she collapses next to you, pulling out. you whimper at the feeling of emptiness. “i love you so much.” she says, wrapping her hand around your waist basking in the skin to skin contact. “i love you, els.” she kisses you softly, rubbing your plump hips.

“i love you most sweetheart, happy anniversary.”

#ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams smut #rockstar ellie #ellie x plus size reader #ellie x you #ellie williams fluff #ellie x reader #ellie fluff #ellie angst

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coldfanbou · 7 days

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Made For One

Alrighty, here we are with the fem reader peace. I went rough with this one. There is slight choking, mommy kink, a little BDSM, and a small bit of exhibitionism. Also, it's set up to where I could always do another part, you know, if there's enough interest.

Length 2.1K

Fem Reader x GP Hwasa

As you were walking down the hallway, preparing for your next class, you were approached by your classmate, Karina. She flirted with you a little, touching your shoulders as she asked if you could study together sometime. You think about your schedule quickly before telling her when you’re available. “So Sunday? You could spend the night over at my house,” she suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you tell her before you head off to class together. It was hidden at the end of the hallway by itself. You couldn’t find it to save your life on the first day of class, but you now have a handle on it. Outside the classroom was your professor, Hwasa, with an annoyed expression. She wore her usual outfit: a tight white button-down shirt and a short gray skirt. Hwasa’s muscular thighs were visible to everyone. “Hello, professor,” you greet her.

She places her arm on your shoulder, “I need to talk to you for a second after class.” You nod your head, gulping as you sit in the back of the class. You worry about what Hwasa wanted the entire time before you even knew it; the class was over, and you were left alone with her. Hwasa locks the door to her classroom before walking toward you. Your eyes move upward, catching Hwasa as she walks over to you, unbuttoning most of her shirt, her tan bra poking out. “Who was that you were talking to?” She asks, already knowing the answer. Hwasa sits on your desk, eyes cast down at you.

“S-she just wanted to study together.”

Hwasa places her hand on your shoulder before moving it up, her fingers running along your neck before she forces your head up. “Don’t lie to me. I saw what she was doing. You had a big grin on your face, too.”

“I’m sorry.” You reply meekly.

“I think you’re missing a part,” Hwasa replies as her grip strengthens.

“I’m sorry, Mommy.”

Hwasa grins, and she lets go of you, “That’s a good girl, but I still have to punish you. I’ll be nice and give you the option, here or home?”

“H-here.” You knew your answer didn’t matter. Hwasa was going to take you whenever she wanted. You knew the punishment was going to be rough and leave you bedridden for a while; you also knew who you became during Hwasa’s punishments. Your eyes move down, stopping as they see the bulge pressing against Hwasa’s skirt.

“Mommy’s going to teach you a lesson,” Hwasa whispers into your ear before hopping off your desk. Come over here,” she says as she walks to her desk. She waits patiently, tapping her nails along the wooden desk. You walk over to her and feel her hand move to the small of your back. “Get on the desk, now.” You follow her orders, sitting on the table. “Lay down on your back.” Again, you do as Hwasa says, lying down on her desk. She moves you up, pulling you until your head is off the edge of the desk. You watch her unzip her skirt; her panties do little to hide her cock. It was long and girthy, pointing straight to Hwasa’s stomach until she dropped them, too. “You know what’s coming, right baby?” You nod your head slowly. Hwasa drags the tip of her cock against your lips, tracing them. You stick your tongue out slightly, knowing what Hwasa likes. You hear her groan as she feels your wet tongue touch the tip of her cock.

Hwasa pushes the head into your mouth slowly; your lips stretch as she pushes her shaft in. “That’s it, take this cock down your throat, whore.” With that, she rams the rest of her cock down your throat. You feel her cock stretch it, and her balls smack against your face. Hwasa stares at your throat, watching it expand as she begins thrusting. Saliva drips from the corner of your mouth, flowing down your face as Hwasa uses your throat like a fleshlight. You feel yourself getting wet, your panties quickly becoming soaked as you give into your mommy’s demands. You don’t even react as Hwasa tears open your shirt and rips your bra off. You curl your toes as you feel Hwasa slap one of your tits. “Dirty bitch. I bet you were hoping to get some dick from someone else.” Your moans are muffled, leaving you unable to respond. You catch glimpses of Hwasa taking off her shirt and tossing her bra onto the ground, shaking her head to adjust her hair as she continues to use you. You feel the pain from another one of her slaps before she grabs both of your nipples, pulling on them harshly and making you scream out from the pleasure. You end up gargling your saliva, your throat still blocked by Hwasa’s cock.

She lets go of your nipples before dragging her cock out of your throat, making sure to rub it against your face and cover you in your spit. You couldn’t help yourself. You reached for your right tit with one hand while running your fingers along your slit with the other. You feel Hwasa’s hand connect with your cheek a moment later. “Who told you can touch yourself?!” She yells at you, and you feel the sting from the hit, but it all blends together with the pleasure.

“I’m sorry, Mommy. I’ll be a good girl from now on,” you tell her. Hwasa gives you an annoyed look before spitting on your tits. She climbs the table, sitting just under your head as she places her cock between your tits, pressing them together before beginning to thrust. You feel the heat from her cock as she moves between your tits. You run your hands along her thighs, only for her to chastise you.

“Oh, you want to touch me?” Hwasa adjusts her position, fully sitting on you before grinding her ass against you. “If you want me so bad, here you go. Why don’t you be a good girl and eat me? Maybe I’ll go easy on you later.” Without a second thought, you tease Hwasa’s ass with your tongue, moving it around her puckered asshole. You can hear her groan, and it pushes you to do more. You greedily squeeze at Hwasa’s ass as your tongue pushes inside her. She rocks back and forth and applies more pressure. You struggle to breathe but continue to please your mommy. Hwasa rewards you by twisting your nipples, making you moan as you eat her up. “You’re a hungry little bitch aren’t you?” She says with mild amusement. You were running out of breath and trying to tell Hwasa. Still, she remained sitting on you; just as you were about to pass out, she climbed off you, stroking her cock and painting your barely conscious face with her cum. “There, you have something else to eat.” She says before walking to the side of the table, stroking her cock as she thought about what to do next.

Hwasa gave herself more time to think by stripping you of your skirt, leaving you in your panties for a second. She slapped you pussy, with a hard smack that nearly made you cum. “You’re such a dirty whore, getting off on this. I bet you want to cum, don’t you?”

You nod quickly. “I want to cum, mommy.”

“Okay, mommy will let you cum.” Hwasa says as she climbs onto the table, grabbing your legs and folding you into a mating press. Using her weight to keep you in place, she reaches for you, wrapping one hand around your neck. “I don’t want you talking to anyone else. You are mommy’s fleshlight. You’re going to do whatever I say. If I tell you to strip in the middle of class so I can fuck you, you will do it. Understand?” Hwasa moves your panties to the side and drags her cock between your lips, making you whimper. “I said, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Then what are you?”

“I’m Mommy’s fleshlight.”

Hwasa lets go of your throat and caresses your cheek, a soft smile forming. “That’s a good girl. That’s all I wanted to hear.” Hwasa points the tip of her cock right at your entrance and impales you with her first thrust; you feel her cock tear through you as she stretches your tiny cunt and splits your walls apart. “You’re you tight for mommy. Tell mommy how much you want her to fuck you.”

“I want your cock, mommy. Please fuck me,” You tell her in a small voice. Hwasa smiled as she began to move inside you. Her cock moved in and out slowly at first before it started to pick up speed. It was deep inside you, practically kissing your womb as she pushed every inch inside you. Your moans filled the classroom as Hwasa leaned in and nipped at your neck, leaving hickeys all along it.

“If I ever see you with anyone else, I’ll teach you a much rougher lesson.” She whispers before nibbling on your ear. You’re overwhelmed by all the sensations and feel yourself about to cum. Hwasa feels it, too; your walls were clamping down on her cock. You could feel its veins and the way it began to throb.

“Mommy, I want your cum. Please give it to me.” You whine as you grip her arms. Hwasa grunts as she continues to pound away at your body. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge until you weren’t able to hold it together anymore. You cum on Hwasa’s cock, forcing her to climax a moment later. Your mind melts as you feel Hwasa’s warm cum pours into you, painting your walls white as she claims your body.

Hwasa pulls out slowly, her cock covered in a mixture of cum and your nectar. She climbs off the table and gets by your face, smacking it with her dirtied cock. “Come on, baby, clean it up.” She says, placing her hands on her hips as you open your mouth and use your tongue to clean her cock. You taste yourself on it. It arouses you, and you begin to touch yourself, your fingers playing with your clit as you massage one of your tits. You can feel Hwasa’s cum flow from your cunt, making a small puddle as you masturbate.

As you were finishing, Hwasa dragged her cock out slowly, rubbing it on your face. “We’re done here, sweetie. You can go.” Hwasa says cooly as she gathers her clothes and dresses herself. You remain on the table, masturbating until you cum again, coating the desk in a layer of your nectar. “Clean everything up before you go,” Hwasa says as she leaves you alone in the room.

Hwasa told you to arrive early in the morning the next time you had class. When you got to the classroom, Karina, who had flirted with you the other day, was standing outside. The door to the room opened, and Hwasa said, “You’re both here. Great. Come inside.” The two of you stepped inside, and Hwasa told the girl to sit down as she locked the door behind you. As you passed Hwasa, she wrapped her arm around you and whispered. “Strip for mommy.”

“But”

“Now.” Karina watched as you stripped down to nothing. This was Hwasa showing her just who you belonged to. She got behind you and continued the show, “Suck me off.” You kneel before Hwasa as she pulls out her cock, stuffing it into your mouth. You glance over at Karina, noticing a slight bulge under her skirt before Hwasa pushes you to her pelvis. Hwasa poured her cum into your stomach before pulling out. You open your mouth to show her you drank it all, earning a smile. “Good girl,” Hwasa says as she helps you to your feet. Hwasa sits at her desk, facing Karina as she plants you on her cock. “Karina, this one is all mine. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Mommy.” You moan as you bounce on her cock. Having Karina watch you turned you on, she could see everything, from your bouncing tits to your bare cunt. She was stunned.

“Oh? It looks like you're hard, too. You can jerk off if you want to.” Hwasa says, licking your neck as you near your climax. As Karina pulls out her feeble cock Hwasa humiliates her. “That’s all you have? You couldn’t please her if you tried.” Karina jerked herself off quickly, cumming over herself in a matter of seconds. You came a moment later, your walls tightening around Hwasa’s cock as she dumped her cum in you. “I think this could be fun,” Hwasa whispers. “I think I’ll make you both mine.” She whispers into your ear.

#kpop smut #f reader #fem reader #mamamoo smut #hwasa smut

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lynxrq · 4 months

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❥𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨.

➵| 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 |

T/w: inappropriate language/words, (smut)

❥part 3

About what happened the previous day, still hunts you and you knew you couldn't forget about what happened so easily, how his hands ran through your body, making you crave for his touch. A moaning mess to his kiss. Will that change or?

Toji left early in the morning, you were offended that he didn't tell you earlier even though you are supposed to not care for whatever he does. But he still found a way to interfere in your mind.

You were thinking about all the possibilities about where he would be, and that's when the doorbell rang, you thought it will be Toji, but..

You walked to the door and peeked through the window to know who it was. Your face beamed when you found out who it was, Gojo. His white hair that sticks out too much was messy. And he wore the shades that you always made fun of. Black tee with jeans, dressed casually. Your colleague, that also happened to be your go to best friend. You quickly opened the door to find Geto also standing beside him, his dark hair slicked back with a gentle smile on his face as he said,

“Hey, miss us?” he said still with that pleasant smile on his face, while gojo grinned

“Never” you spoke up fast, sarcastically that earned a laughter from both of them

“Come on, in” you invited them in.

“woah? Is this your man’s house?” Geto exclaimed,

You nodded at your friends while they were still looking around the house.

“So what is it? An unexpected visit? Hmm?” You questioned both of them as they both looked at you at the same time before they smiled and gojo said,

“I knew you would be sad without us” He stuck out his bottom lip teasing you, geto chuckled at that.

“Oh please—we both know how both of you couldn't sit still without me” you argued back

Geto laughed at that before saying “well, well, we came to call you for a meet up, Shoko and Utahime will be there as well. So what do you think? you coming? If you want, you could tag your husband along as well”

“Please tell me you are coming, it will be fun” said gojo, being more persistent about the meet up than anyone else.

“I'll think about it.” You said, you knew you were going but just wanted to rail them up. Expecially Gojo

“Oh come on!” Gojo groaned, rolling his eyes, obviously done with your attitude.

“So when is it?” When you asked about the time, gojo's eyes lit up, afterall, it will be boring without your best friend.

“I'll message you” Geto said, before crossing over his arms while looking at gojo

“Where is he? Your husband?” Gojo asked, curiously. Obviously forgetting that you are a married women now

“who knows? He left without a message.” that made their face cringe as you admitted this.

“Damn, that's harsh” said Geto, with an awkward laugh while averting his gaze away from you,

It was awkward for a while then Gojo cracked a joke to ease the awkwardness and we were back to normal. After they stayed for a while, if my so-called husband would come home but realising that he wasn't coming home any minute, they decided to leave some time later.

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You were about to get into the shower, that's when the doorbell rang for the second time today. And this time you knew it was actually him. You were already undressed, too lazy to get dressed again, you saw one of the tank tops on your still half-unpacked luggage that arrived yesterday. You quickly put it on and one of the shorts and walked to the door

You didn't care looking through the window to make sure it was him, you opened it anyway.

There he stood, with a buttoned down black shirt, the sleeves rolled up, that suited him a little too well. His hair falling over his eyes that he is staring right at you, he was scanning your body. Your nipples poked through the fabric of your top. And now you're suddenly aware of the way you looked in front of him

You stepped back to let him inside. He had his phone on one of his hands and his coat that hangs down his forearm. He put down the coat on the couch, oh how his muscles flexed.

“it's a shame that i didn't stay home if that is how you were dressed the whole day” He turned around before saying, while a devilish smirk spread across his face.

“I was about to take a shower” you informed him, while walking back to your room

He hummed like he heard you, but you didn't look back and entered the room before taking a shower

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By the time you were done with your bath, Toji was already slacking off on the couch watching TV. He noticed you when you came out of your room, but went back to what he was doing

You were about to go to the kitchen for a quick snack, when your phone rang, you went inside your room to get your phone. You quickly picked up the phone when you learned that it was Geto calling.

He said that he had sent you the location and time and that he was also looking forward to the meeting, and asked if toji will also be there, which you were unsure of. After a while you hung up the call.

You needed to tell Toji about the gathering, but for now you were really hungry so you focused on going back to the kitchen for your snack.

When you set foot into the kitchen, you saw Toji was there, leaning on the kitchen counter.

You didn't pay much attention and opened the fridge for something cold. When you laid your eyes on the cold pastry, you were about to pick it before he said,

“Who was it?” He asked casually, when you looked up through the door of the fridge he was already looking at you

“Friend” you replied, before getting the pastry you wanted and a spoon and then walked to the couch and sat down, of course he was following you and sat beside you.

You avoided his presence and started to taste some of the pastry until he asked,

“Can I have some?”

When you turned your face to his, he tilted his head to you, even though he asked for the pastry, his eyes were completely hooked to you, totally ignoring whatever you were consuming

You nodded before standing up to get another spoon for him, but to your surprise, he grabbed your hand and pulled, forcing you to sit down. And you did.

“I thought you wanted some?” You asked, obviously confused.

“Yeah..?” He hummed and took the spoon you used and took a perfect scoop and tasted the pastry.

“sweet” he said, savouring it down until a grin flashed on his face and came close to you for more of your pastry.

“Can I have some more?” He pleaded still with that stupid grin that you wanted to wipe off of him.

You felt that you were responding to his words by how flushed you were by his action

You yanked your spoon back from him, getting up to leave.

“Come on, you're no fun” he said, crossing his arms over his chest while he relaxed on the couch.

You looked back at him one more time before heading to your room

He grabbed your hand once again, you didn't think he would because but by the look he had, he was done with playing, but it seems he isn't done with you yet.

“How could you leave like that, after I begged you for more?” he asked after he stood up, now wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you in, staring at you fixedly.

“Can i?” tightening his grip around you, he asked again

You nodded before he took your spoon that you willingly gave him, with a smirk on his face like he won in a game

“Thank you” he said in a cocky manner, not taking his eyes off of you as he ate the pastry with so much fondness to it.

“Want some?” He is the one asking now, stretching out the spoonful of sweet. You wanted it, you'll admit that, but you were having second thoughts about whether you should accept his proposal or not.

Before you could respond he had already put it inside his mouth, he was messing with you at this point.

You nodded your head the next minute, he caught that and held back a chuckle before he stretched another spoonful of pastry

You opened your mouth to taste it again, and when you did, you felt like you accomplished something but what you didn't expect was to taste him as well.

His lips crashed down onto yours unexpectedly, he planned this whole thing and you fell right into his scheme. You could feel him smiling between the kiss

With so much embarrassment wrapping you right now, You wished you could've just fade away right there.

He licked your lower lip to enter your mouth, was it accidentally? Or was it intentionally?, you let him in by some means.

The sweetness never left, the icing on the pastry still lingering on both of your tongues made the kiss more magical.

A single string of saliva connecting the two of you, when he pulled away

“delicious, right?” he asked, before licking his lips. Completely enjoying the situation.

“Do not— Do not talk” you said, with a reddened face while wiping the spit away

He raised his eyebrow, and chuckled and said “Why? Want more?”

Before you could answer, he turned around and walked away, laughing with your pastry.

You hated him for always leaving you like this, before you could even say anything. But this time you weren't going to let him go like that.

You rushed towards him and grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to your lips, stopping mere inches from his lips from touching yours.

“Try me” you said, glaring into his eyes. That has now, turned even darker. Maybe he was already holding himself back, but after you came up to him yourself, made him think he could engage with you for some time more.

Now that he got your permission, he didn't waste any time to pull you into a kiss, every time you kissed, both of you fell for each other a little bit.

“Getting hasty now, aren't we?” He said while the pair were a panting mess. His lips brushed your cheek down your neck till he reached a certain point that made a wave of pleasure erupt throughout your body. After realising your sensitive spot, he kept kissing and sucking you there, making you whine more for him.

He removed his cloth in a quick motion, and one of his hands went up inside your short top, undoing your bra with ease that fell down beside you.

He grabbed your other hand and made you feel his length getting harder each second

“Will you?” he asked with desperation, loving the way your hand is rubbing him through the fabric.

You kissed his neck as a response that he very much understood, he left a gentle breathy chuckle

The kiss dropped downwards, from the neck till reaching the dampened area of the fabric, Oh, how wet he was. For you.

That specific thought caused the heat building up in yourself to burn twice as much as it used to be.

When you undid the zipper, you didn't know what you were expecting but when your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, you knew it was too big.

He let out a groan when your hand made contact with the base, throwing his head back once you started stroking it, precum leaking down, made it easier for you to pleasure him

“Just like that— haa..” he whispered, sweat rolling down his temple, enjoying each and every second of this

When you took him down your throat he couldn't wait any longer, before he started moving on his own, controlling you as he pleases.

About to burst any moment, he pulled out just before he came all over your face, and then there was it, again, that cocky smile, seeing your messed up face with his cum and your spit smeared all over your face made him even more excited for what was about to happen next.

Getting what he wanted, now, he had focused all on you, he had already removed your sweats. Throwing you on the couch, he grabbed your thighs and spread your legs, to know how drenched you were for him.

He had stretched the panties to a side to get a taste of you. Tasting you has never been more heavenly for him, it was perfect, just like how he wanted. The drenched panties now at your ankle, one of your legs over his broad shoulder.

He hasn't yet stopped savouring you.

“This is too much— Fuck, Toji—” you moaned, doing your best to hold back your moans, he noticed it rather quickly. That he had started making eye contact with you as he was eating you out. The way his hair fell over his eyes, His tongue gliding through your slick, This only turned you on even more.

You could feel the orgasm that was almost there getting ahead of you. You knew you couldn't prevent it and didn't want to. You wanted him to keep pleasuring you like this.

Until you were quivering under him. And that's when, how easily you took his fingers in your cunt. He knew you were about to cum, rubbing and teasing your cunt to fasten your orgasm, which he did.

"Such a greedy little pussy" he whispered, enough for you to listen

Your eyes rolled back when the wave of pleasure hit you, you came all over his mouth, he took out his finger as you collapsed onto the couch, trembling all over as the orgasm took over your body.

Grinning while he licked his lips as he said

“you tasted so good, hon — Even better than the pastry"

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❥previous part

#fushiguro toji x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen suguru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #gojo satoru #toji fushigro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji smut #jjk toji #toji x you #toji x f!reader #toji x reader #toji x y/n #jjk smut

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accio-victuuri · 22 days

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i’m someone who can’t get enough of (fake) stories from the time of cql shoot. so when i see a “story” that i haven’t before ( or maybe i did but forgot about it ), i get excited. lol. even if it’s not a juicy kind of information— i’m cool with it. 🤍 i like this one cause OP seems closer to wyb, it’s more of a short analysis of him & his relationship with XZ during that time.

the usual disclaimer: these are all fake and treat it as fanfiction. obviously, this content is for cpfs. if you don’t like it then scroll along. if you are somehow offended by stuff like this, it’s your problem. feel free to unfollow or block me.

i got the screenshots over here. enjoy!^^

W often catches up on sleep as soon as he gets on the car because he has a lot of engagements. He doesn’t talk much. Last year, he was not in good health. He had a cough and fever and went to get an IV drip at night. Many fans knew about it, so he talked even less in private. Later, I found that he talked a lot on the set. This is a matter of opinion. He needs to refresh himself when he is so tired.

But he does have a good relationship with X. He is not very outgoing, so he should not have many friends, but he is not the kind of person who really looks down on others and does not talk. Many times he does not know what to say (personal feeling hahaha), so he does not start a conversation. Some people are like this, thinking that it may not be meaningful to say it, so they do not say it. He has changed a lot in recent years, and this drama he has successfully made friends with X.

W didn’t communicate much with me. After all, we had never met before, so I could understand the distance. Once, I was discussing tomorrow’s arrangements with the coordinator. He had just finished shooting a scene and passed by me and suddenly asked me if I had a hemostatic patch (this is a consumable item in the crew, and I had just used it up and didn’t bring a new one). I was shocked. I said no, and he didn’t say anything and seemed to go to the bathroom. Later, I don’t know where he asked, but it was a very girly pattern. I feel that he may have asked around, but I didn’t see him use it. That day, I saw a new hemostatic patch on X’s leg, but it wasn’t the one that was used by the transporter?! When I was chatting with the coordinator, I found out that someone had given it to X first, and W saw it and quietly put away the one with the girly pattern. At that time, he had just joined the crew not long ago. Because we were really not familiar with each other, he might have felt that it was too obvious and a bit embarrassing.

W and X have a lot of scenes together. As the main characters, they interact a lot, much more than what is shown. X is not as talkative as the footage shows. On the contrary, he is a person who cares about other people's feelings. In the footage, we can only say that he was: 1. He fainted from the heat (he almost had a heat stroke), 2. He was too tired, and 3. He didn't expect that everyone would exaggerate it. W was the same. He was just joking and making faces, just like everyone would have some such pranks when they were in school. When he felt something was wrong, he quickly changed the subject.

The main reason was that it was really tiring and hot at that time. Every time I went to the scene, I felt that I could get a heat stroke at any time. They also wore long robes with wide sleeves, which was very hard (W didn't dare to eat too much to maintain the fairy feeling of the character) In short, although this matter fermented a lot, it did not have any substantial impact on the relationship between the two. At that time, the crew also knew that this was their childish behavior and was used to it. After all, they were like this all the time. The two are ordinary people who are more casual in private. If they have a good relationship, they will definitely play around, but they will not be fussy about such trivial matters. W's personality is very interesting. He will suddenly act weird and then return to being calm. When he acts weird, he acts seriously. When he is silent, he is serious. I later thought that this kind of personality may have something to do with his love of street dance, motorcycles, and skateboards. Whether it is physical, emotional, endurance, psychological quality or anything else, he wants to try to touch or even challenge the upper limit in all aspects. He is a true adventurer. Most of these people are quite opinionated. He also said that he is a male chauvinist and has a strong desire to control himself and the outside world.

A double-edged sword, not a weakness. Being serious is good, but it is always difficult for people to grasp the precise degree. If you exceed the limit, you will develop a conditioned reflex of vigilance, which will prevent you from revealing too much of yourself, and on the other hand, you will be wary of outsiders' attempts.

This kind of self-defense is actually related to his experience. One is that he left home very early to work hard, and the other is that he went to Korea for training. You must have heard about the trainee system there, which is fiercely competitive and full of intrigues, and it is easy to fail. Many young trainees don’t have much life experience. No matter how cautious they are at the beginning, they may not be able to play better than the older or Korean people. The habit of not offending others for many years has become one of his personality. I am not so familiar with W, so it is difficult to remind him, but I found that he has improved in his relationship with X. It is very subtle. It is generally a good thing. Hahaha. Maybe it is also due to experience. X’s past is relatively simple. He entered the circle a few years after graduating from college. Before entering the circle, it was relatively smooth. It’s not that he has never experienced setbacks and lows, but it is definitely not as shaky and cautious as W faced during adolescence. It directly changed a person. I believe that W is still a positive and enthusiastic person in his heart, but he doesn’t show it easily. He needs someone to guide him.

What I really found strange was one time when the two of them were standing on a downhill slope. The scene was built in a studio and was a bit high. X walked in front of W and slipped. There was a few steps between the two of them. W rushed forward in two steps and quickly grabbed X's waist. They both almost slipped. He intended to grab his arm with his fingers spread out, but he miscalculated and poked X's lower back. We shot that scene in two or three takes and it was passed. After that, W's hand was a little swollen. I found some ice cubes to apply to him and it stopped swelling, but it looked painful. There were still a few scenes that day, but he didn't tell me because he didn't want to delay the progress. He applied ice when he left the camera. Because he had to go to the hospital for an IV drip after work, I thought I would deal with it together.

The strangest thing about this incident was not his behavior, but that X did not see W come down to apply ice, and came over to ask if his hand was okay. W directly stretched out his hand to show him, twisting it vigorously, shaking his fingers flexibly, trying to prove that he was fine, but X grabbed his wrist and looked at it clearly. X said that it was swollen, and W said it was caused by the intravenous drip. X muttered a few words of doubt, and saw that there were indeed many needle holes on the back of W's hand. He believed it a little. I was about four or five meters away at the time.

The director often asked them to be more ambiguous. At the beginning, it was quite awkward because they were not familiar with each other, but it was fine after they got used to it. X made a lot of small moves, and W would shout his name when he couldn't stand it anymore. W was very smart and could find the door. He didn't lose to X at the beginning. It was forbidden to move. It was common for them to insult and fight each other.

Many people are talking about the drinking scene, so I'll share another one. After the day's shooting, W took off his makeup and walked unsteadily. After walking out of the studio, he was looking for something. I said the car was over there (the exit was narrow and the car was a little further away). He said he knew, and then he turned around and pounced behind me, which scared me. I subconsciously turned around and hid, and found that X also came out, but he hadn't taken off his makeup yet. W stuck to him like an octopus. X was also scared, and his wig was pulled by W, and X screamed in pain. His assistant came out the next second and quickly pulled W away. I reacted and supported W. X was not angry, and told me that W had secretly drunk some more later and might be really drunk, so he asked me to make some honey water for him to sober up. I said okay, thinking where would I find honey water in the middle of the night. W is very thin, but very strong. X's assistant couldn't pull him away completely.

I am a little anxious, but I can’t say anything, I can only worry.

X was in a good mood, and cheerfully patted him and said, "Isn't W laoshi known for not getting drunk even if he drinks a lot?"

W didn't refute, and hugged him so tightly that I felt X was about to suffocate, and then X said: "It's late, see you tomorrow." W let go as if he had suddenly lost his temper, reluctant to let go, wanting to look at X but not daring to. I don't know why, but I felt that he was a little sad.

X joked with him: "Go back after you graduate from kindergarten.

W said sullenly: "I will definitely beat you next time."

X changed his tone of voice and complained: "W wants laoshi to win everything. save me from losing a few times, okay?"

I went back to the hotel and asked X's assistant who the winner was. She said that the two of them competed to see who could talk in the other's ear without blushing, and the loser would drink a small sip. I was speechless. No wonder he rarely played mobile games last night, and went to sleep after chatting on WeChat (he got off work earlier yesterday). It turned out that he was saving his energy to play this today (wrong). I asked again, "No one took the photo (mainly referring to the fans who were waiting there.)" She said that it should not be possible, because the place where the two people were standing was difficult to take a photo.

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #accio victuuri translation #accio victuuri gifs #accio victuuri edit #i think this is wyb assistant story lol i just.. my god i forgot… idk idk #sometimes my brain loses bits of info about them lol cause they occupy alot of my brain capacity already

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Hiiiii !! I have a req :)) sooo loser virgin bsf Luke x fem reader smut ^^ luke is also horribly in love w her but won’t confess cuz he’s nerdy 😍 but we know he does anyways with the way he acts to us, and how flustered he can get from small things — like if ur shorts ride up a little too much and he can see ur thighs or literally even just when ur knees touch

authors note- omfg. i love this. i hope you don’t mind i took this in a very subby and needy luke way. if u want it written another way submit again and i can redo it for u. this was so fun thank u! sorry for the long wait 😣 enjoy <3

best friend luke who gets so flustered from nothing. he swears he’s good at hiding the rising blushes and his sweaty palms when he’s with you but you see right through his lies. you have always noticed the longer than normal gazes or the way he hangs on every single word you utter. how his face gets so red from the smallest things. it was cute. it was so anxiety ridden and antsy of him. his nervous behavior was just normal in your friendship now. he had gotten bolder though. the way he shamelessly stared at your boobs when you wore those little tank tops that had him hyperventilating. or when your little sleep shorts would ride up and he saw every inch of your soft and plush thighs. and especially when you would stand up and he could see your ass and how it swayed so tantalizing with every step you took. it especially killed him when you two had a movie night and you were pushed against his chest, your boobs practically spilling out of your tank top and it took everything for him to not look directly down at them.

the contact was too much this night. your body was so warm against his. it didn’t help that now he knew how warm you were and he knew he would think of this the next time he was fisting his cock while he was moaning and whining your name. he could already feel his erection growing so he abruptly stood up.

“Uhm- i’m gonna get water. need anything?” he questions before he retreats. “Oh. No i’m okay lukey. make it quick, ‘kay?” you replied sweetly. he internally groans at the nickname you gave him. so sweet and innocent. if only you knew how filthy your best friend was. but of course you knew. you had a plan. he finally came back with a full cup of water. he settled back next to you and he could feel your hand start to slide down on his thigh.

“What- What are you doing?” he questioned in a breathy tone. already affected by your touch. “ I cant touch you? Thought we were friends lukey,” you said with a small pout. your lips were so kissable and your eyes were wide and so doe like. “N-No it’s fine. that’s okay,” he stuttered out. your hand began to travel to his inner thigh. he couldn’t hold back his whimpers anymore. “Can i make you feel good? i know you want this. wanna treat you so well baby,” you ask as you start to slide off of the couch and into your knees in front of him. He starts to whine at how perfect you look in front of him. “Fuck. Yes. please. never done this though,” he admits shyly.

“Aww that’s okay. i’m so glad i’m your first. you’re gonna remember me forever baby,” you say with a smile. you get into your knees and start to lean up at him for a kiss. he’s nervous at first. clearly also new at kissing. your sucking his tongue and prodding into his mouth. your teeth are clashing and he’s letting out the cutest whimpers ever. “Please- Please make me feel good. I’m so horny for you. been horny for you forever. please,” he pleaded with you. his eyes are so watery and his face is so red from how good he feels already. you can’t help but laugh at his state. you stop teasing him and begin to leave a wake of kisses from the base to his tip. his hips are squirming off of the couch and you have to use your hand to push his hips back into the couch while the other hand is rested on his thigh. you begin to engulf his length with your mouth, staring up at him through your lashes. you see him straining to hold back. your mouth is so tight and warm and so foreign to him. he’s never felt this way before. he’s straining and panting. he’s letting out deep breaths. his face is flushed from his effort to not cum yet and there are droplets of sweat evident in his forehead that his hair is sticking to.

“Cant! Cant, Cant. feels so good. your mouth is so good. please don’t stop,” he’s whining with his head thrown back in pleasure. you giggle at his reaction. your tongue is teasing his slit and his eyes go cross at the sheer amount of pleasure. just to tease him, you let your teeth scrape him and he lets out a low groan from the sensation.

“Oh fuck feels so good. So warm for me,” he’s whimpering. he feels so good tears are brimming in his eyes and threatening to spill. you keep sucking and attacking his sensitive slit until his hips are bucking into your mouth and you feel his cum hit the back of your throat.

He’s groaning as he comes down from his high. His body is twitching and is feverish to the touch but you aren’t done yet. You start to straddle him and his tip is at your entrance before he realizes.

“Wait! Please it’ll be too much. Cant take it anymore,” he’s sniffling.

“Yes you can. and you will,” you reply with a devilish smirk. At that, you lower yourself and feel the stretch of his cock. His head is thrown back again and his eyes are crossed, his drool about to spill from the corner of his mouth. He looks so perfectly fucked out.

“Wait- Feels so warm. So tight. You’re so velvety inside, maam. Feels so good,” he says mindlessly before he starts to buck up into your cunt. His hips are moving faster now, chasing his urge to finish. His tip is pounding your cervix. He’s moaning and stuttering at every sensation of you clenching around him. You’re lost too. Your hands are groping your tits, hair wild around your head, and sweat glistening your body. you forcefully grab his jaw and make him kiss you as you sloppily make out with him. there is spit running out of your mouths and onto his chest. it’s sticky and messy between you too.

He pulls back with a moan. “Fu-Fuck. Gonna cum.Please say I can cum. PleasePleasePlease,” he chants while his hips are still vigorously fucking you, not letting up his pace.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for me,” and at your words he paints your gummy walls white. But you’re not done. You still need to teeter off that edge. You’re still riding him while he’s lying limp on the couch. He’s trying to regain himself but the overstimulation is too much.

“Stop Stop Stop. too much. too far. Ca-Cant take it. M too sensitive,” he says before you finally crash over, finishing with a a loud moan.

“Good boy.”

#smut #luke castellan x reader smut #luke smut #luke x reader smut #luke x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #charlie bushnell #pjo smut #sub luke

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bravo4iscool · 4 months

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simon w a tomboy metalhead gf?? they meet at a concert and hit it off

uhhhh i like this thought🫣

hehehehehehehe… (as someone who wants/likes to be a tomboy but my parents ain’t allowing me👍🏼)

this was also kinda hard to write cuz i didn’t want to go into cliché too hard; if any of this is offensive or anything please let me know! i want my work to be as inclusive as possible🤍

i hope you like this lol.

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

he likes how you don’t (obviously) drool over him the first time you ‘meet’; more like he stumbled into you…

you’re chilled, not making a big deal out of it and offering him a beer. how can he say no? of course he takes it.

you both are comfortable with each other immediately, talking and laughing together. well, you laugh. he doesn’t really. but you don’t push. you’ve met people like him before. they need a bit before they warm up.

you’re definitely the one asking for him number or you just hand him a piece of paper with your number scribbled on it.

once you start dating he notices how his shirts start missing. at first doesn’t think anything of it but then he catches a glance of you wearing them. after that his shirts mysteriously end up in your drawers.

when simon first shows the 141 a picture of you soap asks him if he’s gay without wanting to admit it because…you weren’t the type of girl the scot imagined simon ending up with.

you wore different clothes than maybe the usual girl and had short, almost messy hair. but once the younger man annoyed his lieutenant long enough to talk about you he knew that this wasn’t a ‘mistake’ or the desire to suppress something.

simon loved you. like, really loved you and he would do everything to see you happy…

“simon,” you throw your head over the backrest of the couch, looking at him. “you wanna go to this concert with me?” you know he normally doesn’t want to but asking wouldn’t hurt, no?

his answer comes back in a grumble, “which one?” he looks funny all upside down and you need to focus on not laughing.

“the artist where we met,” you tell him, looking back at the screen of you laptop, already expecting a ‘no’ but when simon stands up to sit down beside you, you stare at him quite surprised.

“when is it?” he wants to know, trying to catch a glimpse of your laptop screen. was he really considering this right now?

you try not to giggle and turn the laptop so he can look at it. “three months,” you grin, hope lingering in your eyes.

he reads the description, then looks at you. “i’ll try. can’t promise i’ll be home…” when he finished his sentence you beam at him, shoving your laptop aside to fall into his arms.

“i love you si,” you mumble against his chest and he pressed a kiss to your short hair.

“i know… love you too.”

#writing #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #story writing #call of duty #simon riley #cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 3 months

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My Old man's tale about benetint (product) & review:

in summer 2008 i was 14 & my best friend's family took me to Vegas w them. she had only just moved to my school for 9th grade & i hadn't met her older sister til this trip. She was 21 & soooo insanely beautiful like if barbie was a hollister model she had the look so refined in every sense, i was dazzled by her.

& she was so sweet to us, my friends parents went & did their own thing so the whole trip we spent with her but she wasn't annoyed about it at all she seemed content to hang w us & protect us from vile men along the strip.

On this trip i went to sephora for the first time. hadn't heard of it before. it had huge windows so everything was glowing from sunlight & it was sooo overwhelming. my friend's sister liked this brand benefit so i picked out a little starter kit that came w bad gal mascara, high beam highlighter, booing concealer, and benetint.. Let me tell you for the next year i cherished this kit like it elevated me a new level towards Prestiged Adult Woman status. but the makeup was noticeably nicer quality for sure! from my memory at least.

the thing i remember most was benetint cus i wore it soooo much for the rest of the summer & beyond, i stretched that tiny bottle as far as it wld go cus i luved it sm.. but after it ran out i never tried to use it again idk just being a teen moving onto the next thing. But lately i jst rly wanted a goood lip tiiiint cus i dont wanna b wearing lipstick or gloss all the time its too much i just want chapstick but i like a little more color too.. usually i wld use lip liner but it always felt like it wld smudge off so quick n its kinda drying.

so i tried benetint again bcus i remember it being so easy to put on n then just forget about, it didnt get on ur clothes or teeth or nothin. after wearing for a couple weeks i can say this is still tru! i rly like it, very convenient, chapstick goes gr8 over top so my lips r never dry from it. its kind of expensive but it lasts a long time , for me i dnt have much makeup rn so felt nice to get st i actually use ^^ the taste & smell of it are mildly rosey, rly brings me back to those times..

being in vegas those 4 days w my friend n her sis are definitely a core memory for me it was totally surreal. i wish i had photos still but no clue where to find them, my friend's fb account got hacked years ago n had to get deleted, so many photos gone </3 we stayed at treasure island & across the street was this huge mall that was repeatedly playing an ipod commercial with the song Shut Up & Let Me Go by the ting-tings, like... ON REPEAT, ALL DAY & ALL NIGHT, so that song gives me the wildest flashbacls like i'm literally There. In the august heat. i can smell it like. its amazing thank you advertising :)

this is not an ad btw i mean obviously LOL i honestly just got thinking so hard about vegas '08 after purchasing The Product. oh yeah there was thunderstorms too... i went to hot topic at the mall which was wild for me since they didnt have one any where near my town.. i got some shorts from hollister i remember, also a rarity. friends sis got me my first ever drink, a peach daquiri...just one <3 it was such a nice break from my woeful home life lol i wanted to live in america so bad after this xD

thats my story...o and benetint is chill i mean i genuinely wanted to recommend it to ppl who want st simple it looks rly pretty cus until this i was struggling to find anything worthwhile. theres other shades too. Yup. Thanksyou for reading my LiveJournal Entry tonight minasan ^_^ Hope you're well x

-PMD9

#frossworld #pochitareviews

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munv · 9 months

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𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗜 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘?

I sat for so long..ion know maybe even a week fully thinking about this chapter and now..here I am. I kinda wanna make this chapter longer so bear w me

I’m decaying right now because I’m posting chapter 7 immediately after this. I wanted to get this out of my head because the Brain rot is too much. Giving gojo content next chapter because I’ve been giving y’all scraps

Riko and Gojo both splashed and jumped into the water getting ready to have fun, “MENSORE!” As of the moment you were in Okinawa on a nice sunny day. But let’s backtrack in a bit.

You sat down in a casual t-shirt and a shorts, it’s not like you weren’t going to swim but you just had brought it upon yourself to go per request and match with your little sister.

While she wore a ruffled turquoise swimsuit you had on a shirt that matched that theme while the bottoms were white. You had a f/c one underneath them anyways so you didn’t see a issue.

Taking a sip out of your juice while you laid underneath a umbrella and beach towel you tuned into suguru and Kuroi’s conversation. “I can’t believe I let myself get captured by the star religious group..nonetheless a non sorcerer at that” kuroi buried her face in her hands while you reassuringly pat her back. “How embarrassing..” suguru turned to look at her also attempting to assure the caretaker.

“You couldn’t help the fact that they caught you off guard” a apologetic smile made way onto his face, “part of the blame lies with me too.” She then started to question herself and voiced her question. “Was I..really caught off guard?” All 3 of you started to flashback.

After receiving the news about Kuroi you rushed to the site. Currently you were in the hallway closing near to the room they kept her hostage in.

Gojo had his infinity on and you had a field of electricity as a coating layer for his infinity since neither of you really had the energy to deal with anyone. After fighting together for a while you two figured your techniques could become even more effective if put together.

“Whoever kidnapped Kuroi is gonna pay!” Amanai said approvingly. “Mai..don’t go too close to the coating it might shock you” you reminded her. “Ah right!”

“She should be in this room” suguru pointed to a barricaded door in front of you all. “Easy!” The white haired male had went forward deactivating his infinity and kicked it down with immense strength. Along with the door two men went flying as well. Gojo gave you a high five with a blessed expression. “You did good for once you snow head.” “Gah! N/N that’s not nice!”

Riko immediately rushed to Kuroi who was tied up on the floor. “Kuroi!” She fell to the floor to her caretakers eye level. “You’re okay!” She smiled.

Meanwhile suguru was trying to hold you and gojo back from actually killing the two men in the room with you. “Suguru..Let.me.kill.them and maybe I’ll let you keep your ballsack.”

He held a grim expression just thinking about what you were planning while gojo was pouting beside you. “You’re no fun suguru..” he mumbled. “You two are such a handful” he uttered.

“You probably don’t have much memories of being attacked do you, kuroi?” You asked sympathizing with her.

“Ah, you’re right but there’s something that has kept me worried..”

You and geto looked at her questioningly. “You all came here by plane? You weren’t attacked or anything right?”

“Satoru has good eyes so before taking off he checked over the passengers and stuff.” He said with a smile talking about his best friend. You got a little bored with the conversation so you decided to shuffle from kuroi’s side to suguru and lay your head down on his lap. Without thinking much he accepted your advances and started playing with your hair.

“While we were inside my cursed spirit kept watch as well which was safer than using a land route. However..I’m more curious as to why they used Okinawa for the exchange.”

You picked up a paper looking over it. “Perhaps it was to buy time?” You said finally eager to respond. Suguru looked over your head and to the paper as well which was supposedly your planning page. “Even if they failed to kill riko-sama, they could keep her from making tomorrows full moon deadline.”

You’re eyes landed on the last squared part at the end of the paper with eyes narrowing. ‘Assilimate with Tengen-sama after sunset!’ It had a little chibi your sister drew as well. Completely tuning out of the conversation you thought of what would happen when they really do go through with the mission. It’s not like you were really around in Riko’s life like that anyways but you both knew you did it for a good reason.

You still made time to spend with her, and it’s not like she resented you for not always being there. You were there majority of her life and she still had Kuroi. Yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to go against the idea since it’s offices she must merge with Tengen. If it wasn’t guaranteed you wouldn’t be on this mission and wasting time around.

You stopped zoning down when you felt two taps on your head and saw suguru smiling down on you before looking back out to gojo and riko playing in the water together with a serious expression.

“Thought it is getting close..” you lifted your head from the warm place you had made on his lap and he got up to approach the two. “Satoru! It’s time.” Currently gojo was laughing at riko who had initially fell down in the water completely soaked then she was earlier. You got up to approach riko and bent down with a towel in hand. “Can you do it yourself or should i do it instead just like when you were little?” You said with a teasing grin on your face. She looked at you and turned away with a embarrassed expression. “I’m not a baby anymore..” she mumbled

Ignoring her words you sat down in front of her and began drying her hair. “You’re still my younger sister Yknow, it’s my job to take care of you.”

“It’s that time already?” The white haired male’s smile quickly swept off his face and riko looked down with a crestfallen expression. Gojo looked back on the two of you and he came up with a sudden thought.

“Suguru, let’s head back tomorrow morning instead. Besides..there are fewer curse users in Okinawa than Tokyo.” The two of them separated from the group to discuss a new plan.

Kuroi approached you and riko who were now standing and plucked a starfish from your hair. “Young master, look it’s a starfish!”

You turned to look at the tiny starfish now held in her hands. “Huh? How’s that get there.” You said braiding riko’s hair back in one. Gojo and suguru then approached you 3 once again “new plans! We’re staying for a while longer!” He said giving a thumbs up. Riko sprung up from your embrace with a equally excited expression. “YES!”

You went beside suguru and looked at him with a raised brow, “and how did he manage to convince you?” With a playful tone. He let out a sigh meeting your gaze, “don’t remind me..”

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thisisthinprivilege · 9 months

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My experience with the thin privilege roller coaster

I've struggled with my weight since I was about thirteen years old. I'm now twenty-five, and I have been on both sides of the spectrum. I've experienced both thin privilege and fat discrimination. At my heaviest I wore a size 16-18 and weighed about 200 pounds at 5' 6" tall. I realize that isn't incredibly heavy and I still had more privilege than many people, but I was still what many people consider "fat." I couldn't shop at the same stores as my friends. American Eagle jeans? Out of the question. Better go to Old Navy and check out their "vanity sized" clothing. I could have shopped in "plus sized" sections, or even stores, but I was too embarrassed. I couldn't bring myself to even look at them.

I couldn't get a date to save my life, despite the fact that, over the years, there were several people I was interested in. But they always went for the thinner girls. I remember my dad telling me, "You know, you'd be really pretty if you'd just lose weight. I bet you'd get a boyfriend then."

When I was about twenty, something in my life changed. I transferred schools and was incredibly busy with my homework while also working 25-30 hours a week. I didn't have time for snacks and honestly, I didn't even think about eating most of the time. I was quite unhealthy, often only taking in about 800 calories a day. This continued for months until I weighed 145 pounds.

And suddenly I was in a completely different world. People held doors open for me. They smiled. If I wore a skirt or shorts, I'd hear crude comments from men, and even the occasional cat call (this is not a good thing and I would never, EVER advocate men treating women like this; I'm simply commenting on the fact that it happened.) My size 8 jeans fit perfectly. I was far more outgoing and confident. I started going on dates and making friends with people who I thought wouldn't have even given my 200 pound self the time of day. I went to the beach for the first time in years. In all honesty... I was happy.

How sad is that? How pathetic is it that losing 55 pounds - in a very unhealthy way - just makes the world open up to you? Instead of people whispering about my weight, they were whispering to ME about OTHER PEOPLE'S weight. And the most sickening part of it all? I laughed along with them. I was happy to finally be included.

Be it karma, a change in my schedule, or just settling back into old habits, I gained most of my weight back a few years later. Suddenly doors started closing on me. There were less smiles and more shoulder bumps from people who either didn't care or didn't notice me. Men stopped asking me out, and I was even turned down for a teaching job in Japan because of my weight.

Very few "overweight" people are able to say they wouldn't be happier if they were thinner. I'm not saying this to advocate thinspo - quite the opposite, actually. It's the fact that we live in a world that tells us thin people are harder working, more attractive, more intelligent... I'm sure I could expand this list for paragraphs. In many cases, thin people are more likely to be happy because doors (both literally and figuratively) open up for you when you're thin. My self-esteem plummeted when I gained back weight. It wasn't because I was a different person. I didn't magically become lazy or ugly or unintelligent. But the world believed I was, and so I believed I was.

I did lose weight again because I decided to take up running. BOOM - the privilege was back. But this time I aware of it. I remembered that fat me and thin me were the same person. Thin me is not smarter. Thin me is not more charming. The only difference between thin me and fat me is that, in the past, thin me could be incredibly cruel. But thin me will never discriminate against someone for being overweight again, because pounds mean nothing. They do not change who a person is, only the way the world perceives them.

Although I have learned a lot from gaining and losing weight several times, I wish that this experience had taught me to be immune to wanting thin privilege. I wish that I could eat a bacon cheeseburger and not feel regret for days afterward. I gained some weight back over the winter because I stopped running, and now that the weather's broken all I can think about is wanting that thin privilege back. I keep telling myself "you need to lose ten pounds if you want to wear shorts this summer."

If you're considered "overweight" and you're comfortable wearing shorts, I think you're an absolutely amazing person for saying "screw you" to a world that tells you you shouldn't wear shorts. Because you should wear whatever you want to wear, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.

For me, personally, I need to feel thin to allow myself to wear shorts. I care so much about what other people think, and I hate that about myself. So what do I do? I cut calories and push myself too hard at the gym. All because I want more thin privilege than I currently have. Because I want that single digit jeans size back. Because I like when people hold doors open for me, strike up conversations with me, and invite me to parties. How sad is it that to feel like a proper human being I have to feel thin?

#thin privilege #health #fat discrimination #dating #shopping #trigger warning #family #weight loss #work #submission

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nobodybutapathetic · 11 months

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My Little Birthday Boy

Pairing: birthday boy Draco and Y/N

Summary: It was finally the moment you’ve been waiting for. The birthday of the one and only Draco Malfoy. You then decided to surprise him as it was June 5…

Warning: cuteness

A/N: AAAAA IT’S FINALLY DRACO’S BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO! YOU ARE LOVED BY US 💚

(Also, I’m sorry for not really being active here on tumblr I was too busy in TikTok lol q-q hope y’all understand and enjoy!)

“Y/N! Guess what?!” Pansy yelled, shaking my arms.

“Ow Pansy! What is it?” I said, turning my head to her while raising a brow.

“Do you really not know?” She asked.

“What do you mea-“ I paused then finally realized what today was.

“It’s Draco’s birthday!” I said, excitingly.

“Mhm finally! Took you a bit long!” She chuckled as she pointed at her bed filled with presents.

“Wow you actually bought a lot of gifts.” I said, surprised.

”Of course! He’s our best friend anyway!” She chuckled then raised a brow, “How about you? Have you gotten him anything?” She asked.

“Yes I did actually.” I said, pulling out a medium box that had so many things inside.

“Woah that’s a big box! Can I see what’s inside pretty please?” She asked, giving me puppy eyes.

“You’ll see at Draco’s birthday, Pansy. I don’t wanna spoil it to anyone other than myself!” I said, hiding the box somewhere in my vanity.

”Ugh fine. But anyways, there’s a few more hours left before his birthday starts. How about we go wear some dresses to impress him?” She suggested, giving me a wink.

“Sounds fun!” I said, smiling as we both chose our dresses.

A few hours later, it was finally Draco’s birthday. Me and Pansy looked absolutely stunning as she had a black long dress on as I had a red short dress. I wore light makeup as Pansy wore something thick. She really wanted to catch Draco’s impression as she held the gifts for Draco to give him.

“Are you ready to go now?” Pansy asked, seeming more excited.

“Mhm.” I said, nodding as I held the present box. I know I only brought a single medium box filled with things but I had one certain gift that I’ll give Draco in the end…

Pansy then apparated us to the Malfoy Manor’s door step, knocking on the door as it flung open, only to reveal the room being decorated with such beautiful and exquisite accessories. Although, one that outshined the most was the “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO!” Letters floating in the air with sparkles by magic. Draco then saw us and approached us with a big smile.

“Hey ladies! It’s nice to know you came!” He smiled before talking again. “Please enter! And you can leave the presents over there” He said, pointing at the huge table filled with lots of gifts.

“Alright!” Me and Pansy said in unison as we both entered inside the mesmerizing manor, placing the gifts on the table filled with other various gifts.

“It’s lovely here, Draco!” I said, coming up to him.

“Well, it isn’t as lovely as you~” He winked, which made me blush.

“Oh stop with the flirting, Draco.” I said, rolling my eyes.

Draco chuckled. “Yeah yeah. Anyways, watch me blow the candle later, ‘kay?” He asked which I nodded at.

“Of course.” I said, smiling.

A few minutes later, Draco sat on the fancy chair as we sang him a happy birthday. After all the singing, Draco blew the candles out as we all clapped.

“Thank you all!” He said, smiling as he stood up and sliced the cake.

“Happy birthday, Draco!” I said, giving him a smile.

“Thanks, Y/N” He smiled.

“Why don’t you open your gifts now?” I said, still smiling at him, waiting for his response.

“Yeah sure! I’ll start with..” He started thinking as he chose a random gift. “This?” He asked as I nodded.

After a few minutes of Draco opening some gifts, he then opened mines.

“I gave that gift, by the way!” I smiled as he looked at me and returned the smile.

“Wow really? Well I must say, it’s really too much!” He said, chuckling until he opened the cover and gasped.

“W-what?! A full set of the new black suit clothes!? I always wanted to get this but.. it never came out!” He then turned to me and gave me a hug as I chuckled and hugged him back.

“Did you like it?” I smiled.

“I don’t like it.. I love it!” He said, smiling as he then looked at the box again. “Thank you thank you thank you so much!” He said, hugging me again but tightly.

“Anytime! But there’s also one more gift I wanna give you..” I said, this time blushing.

“Huh? What is it?” He said, curiously.

“This.” I said before leaning in, giving him a kiss.

His eyes widened at the sudden movement of mine until he gave in, pulling me by my waist as he kissed me back.

I then pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“Wow I-.. Just.. Woah.. I didn’t expect that you’d do that but.. Merlin… This gotta be the best gift of my life!” He said, smiling as he blushed crazily. I just giggled at his response as I sigh happily.

“Sorry. I thought you’d like it” I said, rubbing my shoulders.

“Well I do! Mind giving me it again?” He asked, shyly.

“Yeah sure!” I said before wrapping my arms around him and kissing him again.

After a few seconds of kissing, we pulled away.

“I’m really happy that we’re together now.. you’re just so special, you know? I’m really the luckiest birthday boy to exist!” He said, happily.

“I’m happy too.” I said, caressing his cheeks as I looked at him lovingly.

“I love you.” He said, smiling softly.

“I love you too, Draco.” I said smiling.

“Then again, happy birthday, Draco.”

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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 1 year

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Hey, Im in love with the MM ‘the 1’ one shot. Broke my heart over it, please please could we have a part two, where they get back together and marry their ‘real one’ please x

< hi! i know this is way overdue and not completely what you asked for, but i sort of made a part 2, just with mason's side of the story - this love interest will eventually be the one he goes on to marry - his 'real one' x quick psa: decided to publish this one because of tonight's fwc heartbreak >

MASON MOUNT ONESHOT

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SUMMARY: “Then again, who knows? Maybe you’ll fall over in the airport and some lucky person will help you off the floor—”

Where Mason falls over in the airport and 'some lucky person' helps him up...

WARNINGS: anxieties of plane accidents in bad weather; planes; READER HAS SHE/HER PRONOUNS; fluff; Mason being a self-labelled ‘cutie pie’; tripping in the airport (no, not y/n i’m not that cliche); swearing (a given tbh)

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GIF by mountmasns

Your eyes were watching the rain pound down from the grey sky with uncovered anticipation from your seat in the waiting area. The glass windows next to your seat gave you a clear view of the miserable weather, the dark clouds and the plane you were expected to board in half an hour, though a niggling voice in the back of your mind told you that if the weather carried on like it was, there was a high chance of it being delayed.

Though, honestly, you would rather it be delayed than have to sit bravely in the seats of the plane, trying to ignore the fact that you were in a suspended container in the middle of the sky, your mind set on taunting you with images of, well…

And even though you knew you hadn’t packed accordingly to anticipate a potential delay, you’d secretly breathed a sigh of relief after the announcement came over the loudspeakers, that the flight to Greece had been delayed by four hours. The waiting room gave an audible groan, some people rolling their eyes, but it eased your anxiety significantly, knowing you wouldn’t have to board just yet.

Your friends had suffered longer waits, and there were several cafes and newsagents and shops littered around to satisfy your boredom for long enough, and you had no qualms about lugging around a small suitcase and backpack.

You were one of the first ones out there. Having guessed there was a higher chance of a delay, you’d pre-zipped up your hoodie and put on your backpack and legged it out. There was a high chance that other flights had been cancelled too, and in which case, everyone would have flooded towards the bars and cafes.

You’d made it down the steps and had just passed a bar on your right when - out of the corner of your eye - someone you recognised from your gate peeked into your eyeline, obviously having the same idea to camp out in a shop or restaurant or something. They were wearing black sport shorts and a grey hoodie, the hood pulled up to hide their features. He also wore sunglasses, RayBans.

You recognised him because you remembered thinking it was a strange choice to look so sketchy in an airport.

He was walking hurriedly, a spring in his step, and you wouldn’t have paid him much attention but he’d been glued to his phone, his attention only deterring every few seconds to check his path wasn’t blocked by stragglers. He seemed eager to be on the move, as if he was in a rush to be somewhere or perhaps his flight had dented urgent plans.

You were headed to the nearest W H Smiths, desperate to get to the good books before the surge of people whose flights had been delayed took all the good ones, and you found yourself unconsciously following the man. He’d gotten a good way in front of you, enough space between the both of you to ensure people could pass in the gap, but still close enough that you could see the back of him.

It wasn’t that you were searching for him specifically, but every time you looked up to catch the signs, he was in front of you, and with his rushing around it wasn’t very easy to not notice him.

There was a screech from behind you, and your heart stuttered, and you whipped around, eyes searching, only to find a child on sitting on the floor, looking up at their parents in the outskirts of a restaurant, the kid’s face red with emotion and defiance as hot tears streamed down their faces.

You turned back around, continuing to walk towards your destination, but almost immediately after doing so, you yelped, stumbling and trying not to step on the body sprawled on the floor, a suitcase chucked on the tiles and a phone a couple of feet away.

It was the Rushing Guy.

You tried to stop yourself from tripping over him by strengthening the grip on your suitcase to stabilise yourself.

It worked, but the body was still on the floor, groaning and slowly moving as though they were in pain.

You quickly parked your suitcase next to you and knelt down next to him, not wanting to startle him by touching him, and instead made a move to take his phone out of the way from wandering people and collect his suitcase, “Are you alright?” You asked, and upon hearing your voice, the man turned to you with surprise, his glasses skewed on his face as the arms hung from one eye, giving you a mighty view of his face.

There was a light washing of stubble decorating his chin and there was a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose. His cheeks had reddened, most likely in embarrassment of having been caught falling over, and his eyes were - for lack of better word - striking. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes you’d ever seen.

He nodded, gaze first flicking to the suitcase you’d pulled up next to him, and then immediately going to the phone you’d presented to him. He took it gratefully, his glance bouncing across the corridor in some sense of panic, and scrambled to place his sunglasses back on his face.

“Thank you.” He murmured, and he tried to pull himself up, wincing slightly in pain as he did so.

You flashed him a reassuring smile, standing up with him.

There was something incredibly familiar about him, but your exhaustion from booking such an early flight clouded your judgement.

You scratched your nose awkwardly, noticing that nobody was actually looking at either of you, and you could sense when the familiar guy suddenly caught onto the same thing, because he loosened slightly, taking a glance back at his phone as if to check for cracks.

Within that time, you’d managed to grab your own suitcase, and were standing idly in the middle of the hallway when he turned to look at you once more, his mouth twisting into a small smile upon seeing the practised calmness echoed in your features.

It was clear he was on edge, and the last thing you wanted to do was escalate that. So you’d schooled your expression into one of reassurance.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you turned your attention back towards him, unable to hide your shock. His own smile was breathtaking - the only thing your mind could register was dimples.

“Yeah, yeah,” you swallowed nervously, feeling slightly caught out about the unexpected question. To save him some dignity and protect his ego a little, you answered, “I just banged my knee a little, but I’m fine.”

It was lovely of him to ask, and you couldn’t deny you were rather pleasantly surprised at his consideration.

“So, you’re not hurt?”

You shook your head, “Completely unharmed…Thank you for asking.”

He shrugged, “Thank you for helping me up, I appreciate not many people would have done that.”

You nodded, the time spent talking to the mystifying man somewhat eating at your anxiety to get to the bookshop.

“It’s no problem, really…” you paused, feeling slightly guilty even though he was a stranger. But then — what if you actually knew the guy? If you did, you were sure he would have said something by now, so you figured you were in the clear. “But I should get going…”

His mouth parted, and you saw his eyebrows appearing from behind the sunglasses, “Shit, yeah, I’m sorry—”

“No, I should be—You’re on the flight to Greece that was just delayed, right?” Guilt consumed you upon seeing his somewhat hurt expression, and for some reason you felt compelled to ease the blunt blow.

“Ye-Yeah, I am. You too?” He stuttered, and you resisted the urge to smile at his nervous antics as his cheeks bloomed with a faint blush.

“Yeah.” You gulped, feeling your eyebrows knit together, “Maybe I’ll see you later?”

You knew you were rushing.

Gosh, why did you feel like you were betraying this man?

You’d never felt so vexed in a situation before.

“Maybe.” He replied, his brows disappearing as he reluctantly resigned to the realisation that you weren’t sticking around for long.

“See you later.” You said, and he waved awkwardly, repeating the sentiment.

As soon as you were out of his line of sight you took up speed walking, carefully dodging through the gaps in the crowds until you were faced with the bookshelf in W H Smiths.

You couldn’t help but feel excited. You’d packed books in your suitcase, but for some reason you’d forgone packing one in your backpack, and you’d initially just hoped that the flight would be short and your music would suffice, and that you’d get the chance to have a nap or two, but with the stressful four hours (at least) ahead of you, you knew there was no way you could possibly get through it without buying a book.

You settled for a Murikami one — The Elephant Vanishes. Not one you’d read before, but Murikami was a safe bet; his work was incredible and it never failed to plunge you into a completely different world.

You’d taken a seat on one of the spare rows not far from your own terminal, devoted to escaping from the airport, but every so often, your mind succumbed to flashes of Rushing Guy’s face — the flash of sorrow, or something akin to it.

It confused you, so to cope you’d set out a Three Step plan to distract yourself from your own mental anguish.

Buying the book was Step One of your mission to wait out the delay. Step Two was securing a table in a coffee shop. Step Three was to read at least another twenty pages. Step Four was optional, but it wouldn’t deter you from seeking out any opportunity to complete it anyway

Step Four was to talk to Rushing Guy. You needed to get the guilt out of your system, and a part of you secretly hoped that you’d just get to talk to him again. He was kind, and his eyes were nice. And the familiarity of his face was also an issue.

It was like recognising a song but not being able to place the singer or song title, and being completely honest, it jarred you.

You prided yourself on being good with names and faces, but for some reason his just came up as a blank.

That was how you found yourself in a cafe, the capacity almost full to the brim with people complaining about delayed flights and muttering about the predicted weather forecast, a cup of hot coffee and a plate of red velvet precariously balanced on a tray as you wandered aimlessly through the sea of people, attempting to pinpoint a free chair. You didn’t mind much if there wasn’t a free table, and you knew there was a higher chance of getting seating elsewhere, but you couldn’t walk out with plates, trays and mugs, so you were restricted to where you could dine.

And your exhaustion partly meant that you couldn’t be bothered exploring much more of the airport.

You’d wandered and weaved through the tables, somehow avoiding tripping over outstretched legs or pushed out chairs, until a table pushed and hidden away in a darker corner caught your eye.

As luck would have it, Rushing Guy was sitting by himself, phone on the table, his sunnies still on and hood still pulled over his head. His suitcase was next to him and his backpack was placed between his legs.

There was a free chair opposite and because you didn’t know any better just assumed he’d left the chair free instead of placing his bag on it like any other Brit would have done, to leave it available to stragglers.

You pondered over wandering over, but Step Four (Optional) was blaring madly in your mind - way too loud for you to possibly ignore it.

So you took the opportunity.

Your suitcase trailed lamely behind you, and you were hyper aware of the squeaking of the wheels.

You had barely made it within a few feet of his table when he’d looked up, having noticed the presence heading towards him.

He offered a timid smile upon seeing you hesitantly approach, and guilt — fucking guilt — coursed through you again, a tidal wave of self-reproach so strong it almost knocked you off your feet.

For some odd reason, however, you felt that his hidden face grounded you a little, knocking you back into reality. Your feet remained firmly planted on the floor, and—

“Would it be okay if—”

“Oh, it’s no problem, please do.” You could have melted at the genuineness in his tone, but simply placed your tray on the table, flexing your wrist to rid of its aching, and lined up your own luggage in a suitable place, away from the danger zone of customers — the last thing you needed was someone tripping over your luggage in such a busy place.

“Thank you.” You replied, introducing yourself to him.

He looked as if he was about to take his glasses off, but you saw his head tilt in the direction of the crowd, and he remained stationary, nothing but a smile left for you to get a read on him, “Mason.”

You refrained from asking if you’d ever met before, something telling you to wait it out.

“Do you mind me asking…if you’re going to Greece for business or pleasure?” You were hesitant, unable to read the expression on his face, and feeling slightly out of your own depth asking questions you’d usually keep to yourself, but he seemed genuinely glad to answer, a laidback smile on his face.

“Pleasure. I’m meeting a few friends out there for a quick holiday; they’re already there, I’ve just had to postpone it all for a couple of days, but…y’know. What about you - holiday or work?”

You breathed a laugh, somewhat intimidated by him as you looked at your hands fiddling in your lap, “Yeah, I’m off on holiday too, but my friends aren’t gonna be there for a couple of days. We’ve rented a small villa in Spartia. There’s a few empty rooms but – we’re all really looking forward to it honestly.”

“Yeah? How long have you had it booked?”

“About six months now. We had to pre-book everything to get the weeks off work and make sure everyone could make it on time and what have you. What about you? Are you staying anywhere nice or…?”

“A yacht, actually. One of my mates found one on this website, and apparently it’s pretty decent, I mean, I've been sent some pictures and it looks fantastic – Not far from Spartia, actually.”

You raised your eyebrows, unable to hide the impressed expression on your face, “A yacht? Fuck.”

“Yeah…I mean–” he stopped short, twisting his mouth up in consideration. “I can show you pictures, if you want?”

Truthfully, you’d never even stepped foot on a yacht before in your entire life, and the fact that Mason sounded so casually about such a matter made you think that perhaps it wasn’t exactly a new thing for him, so you jumped at the chance to see pictures.

It had barely taken ten seconds before he was sliding his phone along the table, a sheepish expression adorning his face as you flicked through the pictures. It was gorgeous - they were simple images, no people obstructing the view, of clean rooms and epic views of the ocean. The thought of how Mason would possibly be able to find the boat did cross your mind, but upon careful consideration, it would have made sense if the boat was locked in a specific location.

“Shit, that looks like heaven.” You flicked through his pictures, your mind being blown by every single image you saw. He seemed to live the dream life you'd always aspired to achieve, and it fascinated you. Then, your mind guiltily flicked to the earlier events, and you couldn't help addressing it as you slid his phone back to him, “I wanted to say I’m really sorry for earlier. For ditching you like that–”

“You had no obligation, please don’t feel like you were–”

“Obligated wouldn't have been the word to use, but I – It was rude of me to rush off after you’d been so polite to me. And I just wanted to apologise for that.”

He softened, flashing a small smile, lifting his sunglasses off his face allowing you to see his real expression, “You really don’t have to apologise, you did nothing wrong, but I hope that wasn’t the only reason you sat over here.”

His comment was shockingly flirty, and you froze, mid-spoon of red velvet. You couldn’t help the smile that took over your features, and you felt your cheeks redden as you pulled a knee up onto your chair - desperate for something to do to distract yourself, “No, I only sat with you because there’s no other seats available.”

He blanched, his eyes automatically going to scan the crowd, as though he’d only just remembered their presence. He sobered up slightly, shifting uncomfortably in his chair despite no one in particular paying much attention. You thought it was because of your comment, but you could see there was something else residing behind his eyes - perhaps a trace of paranoia. You saw his hands go to rest on his thighs - a nervous tick?

“Are you okay?” You asked, not for the second time in the last half an hour. There was a faint desire to place your hand over his, to prevent his knees from bouncing up and down, but you swallowed the urge - deciding it would have most definitely been weird to do such a thing.

He turned back to you as you took a small bite of your cake, “Airports stress me out. That’s all.”

You nodded, “Any particular reason?”

He shrugged, placing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, “Just a lot of people, and I guess the time restraints are kind of pressuring.”

You understood it - admittedly not in the way he intended to get his point across, but you understood where he was coming from. You got the people thing and the stress the time limits and deadlines to reach certain parts of the airport in order to not be late for a flight could cause. It was quite a lot of money riding on the simple act of you reaching the correct terminal at the right time, and an incredibly expensive mistake if you didn’t. But there was something else - almost a double meaning - behind his words that had you thinking deeper into his true intentions. It seemed as though he was talking about the people and time aspect from a different light, and your mind almost instantaneously seemed to cast you back to the hood and sunglasses. They were methods of hiding someone’s identity, and to add to the fact that his face was oddly familiar - like an unreachable itch. It was frustrating and it toyed with you endlessly.

Then, in the pictures he’d shown you: the contact that had sent him the photos of the yacht was Deccers.

Deccers and Mason.

Fuck.

That moment of realisation only came a little late.

You knew where you recognised him, and you cursed yourself for not putting it together sooner - it wasn’t as though you’d been watching the England men in the Euro’s only a couple of days ago, and you were sure Mason had become somewhat of an internet sensation throughout the entire competition. Deccers could only be Declan Rice, too.

So when he said he’d booked a yacht with his friends, there was a voice in the back of your mind telling you that half the England squad would be unwinding there, and the notion of that thought sent a tidal wave of nausea through your entire being, because now you were all too aware of the fact that if Mason caught onto the fact that you knew who he was, he’d just assume the only reason you’d be willingly spending time with him was for bragging rights.

It also made sense that he was so careful to hide his identity in the airport, and why he was so damn wary around people. You didn’t know if it was anger from the British public at England losing in the final, or just the sheer humane need and want for privacy on his end, but either way it made complete sense.

You schooled your expression into one of neutrality, forcing back the desire to tell him the truth — it was what he deserved, but a part of you wished to keep the easy dynamic between you, the dynamic that would ultimately be quashed with the addition of your new realisation.

God, how did you not immediately place him?

Saying you felt like a complete and utter idiot would have been the understatement of your entire life.

His face dropped slightly - his smile faltering and hand lowering to the table, “You’ve just clocked who I am, haven’t you?”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught out, and you pursed your lips, nodding, “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” he waved his hand, flashing a warm, reassuring smile, as though he’d already had a scripted response, “I was hoping it would have taken a little while longer to catch on, but…”

“Wow, you must think quite highly of yourself, just assuming that I’d eventually recognise you.” You arched a brow, fighting a smile as he stuttered slightly, a short, awkward laugh being expelled, but before he could defend himself, you jumped in, taking advantage of his hesitancy, “Is that also why you took your glasses off and pulled your hood down? So that I’d be less inclined to recognise you?”

By now, he’d placed his head in his hands against the coffee table in something like resignation of how quickly the conversation had taken a different turn, but at your last words he straightened back up, something mischievous glinting in his eye. It sent a thrill of excitement shooting down your spine, the anticipation of his next words leaving you hanging off your seat.

“Oh, I actually did that to charm you. I figured – you know? I think I should show my face, let you see what a cutie pie I actually am underneath the disguise.” He shrugged, lifting a hand up from the table in mock seriousness, and breathing a laugh.

“To charm me? Cutie pie?” You laughed in disbelief and excitement at his words, clapping a hand to your mouth, “You’re wearing some Avengers-level type shit disguise, and you expected to go unnoticed in the first place?”

This time he furrowed his brows, and from the way he placed a finger between the two of you, visibly puzzled, you could just tell that he was slightly offended by the comments.

“Excuse me, but the so-called ‘Avengers-level type shit disguise’ is actually pretty effective. And you’re telling me you weren’t dazzled by my adorable brown eyes and pretty smile?” He laced his fingers under his chin and rested his head upon his hands to look up at you through his lashes.

It would have been cringey if it wasn’t so fucking funny, because you could tell he’d mocked the action purposefully and completely ruined the effect of it.

“Okay, okay.” You held up your hands, “I’ll admit, your big brown eyes are adorable, and you do have a pretty smile, and yes, it caught me a bit by surprise, but…” you shrugged, “At the end of the day, you’re using sunglasses and then ditching them to charm people, which kind of goes against the whole ‘nobody can recognise me’ agenda.”

He shrugged, taking a quick sip of his coffee and leaning forward on his elbows over the middle of the table, “I don’t know, I’m kind of glad you did recognise me.”

You were silent, the shock of his words numbing your mind.

“And I only flirt with the kind, gorgeous girls, and so far you’re the first one.”

***

You were standing in the line about to board the plane when a finger tapped you from behind. You waited a moment, preparing yourself by smothering the smile that had made its way onto your face. You knew who it was behind you - you’d both walked back to the gate together after a somewhat surprisingly enlightening conversation in the cafe. Time had flown by - a cliche that used to have you cringing out of horror - and you hadn’t even gone to pick up your book. Not once.

When you turned around, you weren’t met with the sunglasses, but those goddamn eyes boring into yours with a heated intensity. You raised your brows, and from the way he smirked, you figured he did the whole stare thing on purpose, especially after what you’d admitted to him earlier - something that you bitterly regretted you’d ever done.

“What can I do for you?” You asked.

You were spending an awful lot of energy trying to stop yourself from smiling and blushing under his gaze, and it was starting to grate on your nerves. No other man had ever had this effect on you after a mere conversation, and you were beginning to rethink every single previous relationship you’d ever been in because of it.

“I was thinking…when do you finish up in that villa you’re staying in?”

You swallowed, trying not to get ahead of yourself.

“In ten days.” A slight pause as his mouth twisted, trying to work out the dates in his head, “The 24th.” You clarified.

He nodded, smiling nonchalantly as he nodded his head in thought before turning back to you, “Would you maybe want to spend a couple of days on the yacht when you’re done? Your friends are welcome, and everyone would have their own rooms because some of the guys would have left by then…”

You tried to quell the excitement that was bubbling in your chest at the invitation, and - trying to downplay it - you simply responded with, “I’d have to check with everyone else…but I’d love to.”

You saw him bite the inside of his cheek momentarily, then he held out his hand, “Please could I have your phone?” He asked carefully, anxiety seeping into his eyes. For some reason he was more nervous about this part than the actual invitation.

“Sure.” You handed him your unlocked phone, curious as to what his intention with it was, then you smiled upon seeing him navigate to the contacts app and add in his details. He shot himself a quick text, and you heard his own phone buzz from his pocket.

“Feel free to text me anytime.” He handed it back, his own timid smile creeping on his face, and he tugged his hood further over his head, pulling at the strings of his hoodie as though to hide himself from you, and you took the liberty of looking down at the message he’d sent himself.

“Cool.” You read out.

“Cool.” He repeated, voice somewhat muffled through the material of the hood.

You turn back around in the queue, releasing the giddy grin that had been locked down, and calmly place your phone back into your pocket, facing the customer service desk, readily handing them your ticket and boarding pass.

When you settled into your seat, you didn’t even question it when Mason took the one next to you, nor did you bring it up in conversation when your phone pinged with an Instagram notification.

masonmount has requested to follow you.

You figured you’d wait until you landed to accept that one.

#mason mount x reader #mason mount oneshot #im so open to ideas for pt 2 of this

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mllechartreux · 2 years

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Flirty Drunk

Summary: You can’t keep your hands to yourself when drunk.

Content: suggestive themes, drunkenness, alcohol, teasing, teeny tiny bit nippleplay (m. receiving), MDNI

W/C: ~2k

A/N: I was thinking on this idea HEAVY before I decided to finally write it😩. I’m such a flirty drunk so this is pretty self indulgent. BBE=bad bitch energy.

Masterlist

You and your friends had planned this girls’ night out earlier in the week. It had been weeks since you guys all got together so you were beyond excited, counting down the seconds until they got to your apartment, your shared apartment that is. You have been living with your boyfriend, Pro Hero Bakugo Katsuki, for a little less than a year now.

You sat at your vanity applying your makeup, lip syncing every so often to a song from your ‘BBE’ playlist. The clock was swiftly approaching 9pm, meaning your friends would be here soon, but it also explained why you could see Bakugo getting ready for bed in the reflection of your mirror. Having just come out of the shower, his hair was still dripping as he put on a pair of cotton shorts and his black skull t-shirt.

“You sure you’re fine with us pregaming here? It looks like you're about to go to sleep right now,” you mumbled, your mouth slightly open as you were putting on your lip gloss. Your eyes met in the reflection of the mirror as you set your lip gloss in the orange leather purse sitting on your vanity.

He grunted, “I don’t fucking care, just don’t do stupid drunk shit. And don’t expect me to clean shit up if you throw up either,” his voice gruff, but you could spot his concern for you behind his words, the brash delivery only amusing in your eyes.

You giggled and fixed your hair, giving yourself one last look over before standing and facing him.

“Of course not. I have absolutely no plans of getting into trouble or getting that drunk,” lighthearted sarcasm practically dripping from your words. Tonight’s motto was ‘shenanigans only’ so whatever happened, happened.

You stood there expecting him to say something back but he just looked at you with an intimidating glint in his eyes, unabashedly staring at the way your body filled out your two piece outfit. You wore a pair of skin tight, white pants that flared at the bottom and had cut outs at the hip. On top it was a white sleeveless crop top with a heart-shaped cut out in the middle of the chest, giving a nice view of your boobs.

Heat and electricity rushed through your body making you fidget in place. With your hand on your hip you finally puffed out, “What?”

“Turn around,” he growled, hand coming up to make the motion.

So, like he said, you did a little twirl, but it was slow with subtle movement coming from your hips. Even when your body was facing away from him and he had a clear view of your ass, you turned your head to look at him, watching the lust shadow his eyes as he devoured you with them.

“Like what you see babe, you’re always welcome to take a picture,” you teased, unable to stop yourself from smirking.

“If you don’t shut up I’m gonna doing a lot more than take fucking pictures.” He crept towards you like you were prey, fully intent on delivering what he said.

Your heart sped up as he drew nearer and you immediately regretted teasing him. You had to act quick or you’d miss out on girls’ night. Each time he stepped towards you, you took one back. Too quickly, you felt your lower back hit the edge of your vanity, causing it to shake on impact.

“Katsuki, babe, listen. This isn’t you… ok well it is, but we can’t do this, not right now.” You pleaded, holding both of your arms outward in front of you, bracing for when his chest would finally meet your hands.

“Gimme me a chance and you’ll be begging to do it right now,” he chuckled, firm chest finally pressing into your hands. Even from arms length you could feel the heat radiating from his body and the strength of his weight pressing into your hands.

Before he could push any further, you heard a knock at your front door, just in time too. You glanced towards your bedroom door and back up at him. You offered him a sheepish smile before grabbing your purse and prancing off to answer the door, grateful that he didn’t trap you and ignore the guests beyond your door.

Your friends came rushing in, yelling and showing off the bottles in their hands. There was Casamigos, Tito’s and Crown Apple.

Katsuki surprised you when he grabbed the bottles, capable of gripping all three in one hand. You couldn’t help but admire the veins popping out of his hands and biceps as he silently carried them to the kitchen and started making drinks for you and your friends. You didn’t expect him to help during the pre game but he made a damn good margarita. For someone who rarely drank though, he made sure you knew the margaritas were liquor. You guys were definitely right by the time you left the apartment.

You guys went to 3 different clubs, one hip hop, one electro, one Latin and got some wings afterward, lemon pepper of course. It was an eventful night, one of your friends fell into a bush, another one’s heel broke and no guy dared to approach you since it was well known who your boyfriend was. So overall, it was a success. You all shared an Uber so you knew everyone got home safe, no drinking and driving over here.

When you swayed into your apartment, it was finally time to zero in on your victim. The drinking and dancing made you frisky, and all you could think about whenever you were wining your hips or whenever a song you liked came on, was having Bakugo watch as you danced, stripped, even touched yourself to the beat of a song. Shit, you couldn’t even keep your hands off your friends as you guys danced together, always pulling them in to dance chest to chest or ass to chest, luckily you all loved the platonic intimacy. But Bakugo was really in for it.

Creeping towards your bedroom was hard enough with heels on, but now, you had to stay upright too. You gripped the wall and slid across it, using it as a crutch and guide down the dark hallway. I mean, who remembers lights when they’re drunk. The door creaked as you pushed it open. You pouted when you found your boyfriend, still awake, watching an action movie. It was past 2 am! You were fully prepared to wake him up, maybe by whispering in his ear, kissing his neck, or perhaps even sliding your hand down the front of his sleep shorts. All so you could mark up every part of his body while he watched.

“Oi, the fuck took you so long,” he snapped, arms crossed, eyes glowering at you.

“Why are you even up?” you tutted, arms out to your sides in question. One heeled foot fell onto its side so you had to steady yourself to truly make your annoyance known.

“God, you’re even worse than shitty hair.” He flung the covers off the lower half of his body and stomped towards you.

You yelped when he placed both hands on your waist to lift you over his shoulder, making the short trek back to the bed. He dumped you on the bed, not even allowing you to finish bouncing before kneeling by your feet hanging off the edge and unfastening your heels. They clattered loudly when he flung them across the floor.

At this point all irritation left your body, how could you be anything but aroused when he had picked you up so easily, manhandled you, and then took your heels off for you. Which would’ve been difficult for you to do in your drunken state anyway.

“Heyyy, be gentle, I know it’s not our first time but you should start out nice and slow,” you slurred, flashing him a flirty smile while bringing a foot up to press into his bare pec, he never slept with a shirt on.

His hand rose to massage your toes, his feral eyes never leaving yours, “Fucking funny you think you deserve that when you’ve been out all night doing God knows what,” he spat, mouth shaped into a snarl. Such duality to be massaging your feet while also cussing at you.

You brought your foot down and leaned in, close enough to where you couldn’t look into both of his eyes, and rested your arms around his broad shoulders. Your hot breath ghosted across his face as you spoke, “I kept to my *hiccup* promise, I swear. I didn’t do any ‘stupid drunk shit’,”adding finger quotes and puppy dog eyes to further your point.

You slid your soft cheek against his to whisper in his ear, “Don’t you trust me?” your eyes fluttering shut at the feel of his face heating up. You couldn’t resist turning your head and giving him a soft kiss followed by a nibble on the cheek, just letting your plush lips rest on his cheek.

He let out the most guttural growl, neck tensing beneath your arms before grabbing you by the shoulders and trapping you arms length away from him, trying to get even a smidgen of control.

“Acting like this, no,” he snarled, “now shut up.” He stood, walking over to your dressers, grumbling under his breath, something ‘crazy woman’ or another. He threw one of his shirts at you.

“Hurry up and change, I’m tired as all hell.” He plopped back down on the bed behind you, getting comfortable, as if this was over.

“Hmm fine,” you conceded lightly. It was not in fact fine, but the challenge only spurred you one more.You turned slightly so he could get a nice side view of your boobs as you removed your top, nipples hardening from the coolness in the room. You knew how it made him feel when you didn’t wear a bra.

You quickly stood, only to lose your balance and wobble a bit. You ignored Bakugo’s ‘tch’, shimming your pants down your thighs, making sure to go into a full forward fold, ass up and thong disappearing within your folds. Only to turn around like nothing happened and grab the shirt. It only fueled you more to see a bulge strain against his sleep shorts, how ever was he gonna go to sleep with that?

The bed dipped as you crawled on your hands and knees towards him, glimpsing at the constipated look on his face before curling up at his side. The warmth from his body and the lack of spinning was a nice reprieve. Your thigh flung over his, rubbing it to enjoy the feeling of his cotton shorts against your bare legs. You were still for a moment, waiting until his muscles relaxed to bring a hand up to trace circles over his erect nipple.

His body jerks and he tenses, “ The fuck are doing woman,”voice harsh and chest rumbling underneath you.

You shrugged, completely unaffected by his tone, “It’s like a joystick.”

With your head flush against his chest you could see his erection twitch in his shorts making you roll your hips against his for some friction. The thought of pre-cum staining his underwear only made your core clench, pushing out more of your own arousal. The desire to touch more of him almost made you miss the quiet hiss he let out.

He knew exactly what you were doing, but he had enough control to ignore it, “Well stop it, go to sleep,” voice a little strained. He curled his muscular arm around your neck bringing you in a lazy headlock, but never made a move to stop you from pinching and pulling his nipple.

#boko no hero academia #my hero academia #bhna au #mha #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki x black reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #mha x reader #bhna x reader #fic #oneshot #headcannon #imagine #teasing #katsuki Bakugo

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infraaa · 1 year

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Hii! Can I request an Ananas Dragon Cookie x fem!reader smut one-shot? I'll like an escenary where the reader works as a maid for Ananas, have a nice day! ^^

『gets ananas brainrot- oh GET THE FU- also… finally… due to overwhelming demand, like 6-7 requests maybe- and sorry for it being a little short. I’m trying something different.』

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌?!

ananas dragon x bratty!f!reader

tw y’all // I had a lot of fun w this but like hair pulling, feral behavior, master servant dynamic, brat taming, degradation, light bondage, implied impact play

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

May the golden dragon be blessed with their royal retainers.

Especially you, a newcomer yet somehow, someway, Ananas grew especially fond of you. Kind and gentle, yet modest. Walking around their beaches with grace and poise you did. You were like a gemstone in the rough, smiling gracefully as you did roam. You came to the islands as a retreat, a get away of sorts. Little did you know you would be staying here. You grew fond of the lush tropics, the glittering waters… the gentle warmth…

Oh well, at least that’s how everyone saw you. But cut the crap, you weren’t all that.

When Ananas’s other retainers and disciples would discuss you they would say things like “oh she’s an enigma, oh she’s wild-“ like you cared. You enjoyed your new life regardless because like the golden dragon, you too were being taken care of as through you were a queen— a goddess of sorts. Someone to be worshipped. Never did you think you would get this far, a regular cookie?? Hell no! Now with this, what are you imagining to yourself? You, a crisp cookie in the best robes and glittering jewelry, with disciples of your own as you stand next to Ananas in pride? No. You wore a maid’s dress. It was quite clear that you were one of Ananas’s personal maids, but their favorite one at that. And even though you were a maid, living comfortably in the archipelago, you always loved to have a bit of fun. It took a bit to melt through Ananas and get them to soften up to you, but when that time came, oh baby it was time to shine!

You would constantly do little things that would piss Ananas off, but not to the point where he would go full on berserk on your ass and everyone else’s. Like you would make messes on purpose on his room for them to be like “Y/n, why are you so clumsy today?” Walk into their hoard with all their trinkets and gems, and steal them out little by little so that you would have them. Some of those items being their favorites in the hoard. It even escalated to yourself— changing your modest attire to a more… revealing style of clothing, parading around to the other disciples, accidentally (and we mean on purpose) spilling drinks on your chest, once again, in front of Ananas, purposefully dropping things, and disobeying commands given. You were surprised at how long Ananas went on for. Albeit hellishly annoyed, they were surprisingly patient with you. Classy, definitely. Oh but they were only playing along with your ruse. They know what you want, they’ve been alive long enough for them to know.

See, the only other thing that you wanted besides this comfortable like you have now is not just for you to figuratively be under Ananas, but also you wanted to physically be under them, too. You wouldn’t deny it but, you had a thing for Ananas for a while. You wanted them to absolutely crush you— to demolish and destroy you in the most beautiful ways. You heard from other female disciples how egregious they must be! Oh, you wanted a taste so bad!.. and you thought honestly that this was the best way to get them.

Little did you know, you were in for a lovely treat one afternoon.

“Y/N COOKIE!” You heard a familiar voice call. It was Ananas, they probably wanted something. You had finished all your cleaning for the day, surprisingly quickly at that. They probably just wanted to talk to you. And you had just the plan! You wanted into Ananas’s den.. in normal clothes. You bowed to them upon your entrance. “Sir, you called-?” “And WHY are you NOT in uniform?” They cut you off, causing you to mockingly look down at yourself and giggle. “Oops, my bad… allow me to go change, be right back!~” They sighed, taking to a growl on their face. “And HURRRRY BACK.” They boomed. Oh but you just shrugged and wanted to metaphorically give them the middle finger.

You took a full ass hour. That’s when the glass finally cracked. You heard footsteps marching towards your room, where you were actually changed. The door slammed abruptly open and before you could even react, an angry dragon was in your doorway. “Uh oh, is someone angry?” Ananas, without further comment, pinned you to your bed, pushing you down onto your mattress, holding your wrists tightly. “I… am the almighty dragon… the dragon of the earth…” they muttered coldly as they took a belt that you had failed to notice from beside you and slung it over their shoulder.

“And you will respect me.”

#infrawrites #infradelivers #infra@212!#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk x reader #crob #x reader #cookie run overbreak #ananas dragon cookie #tw smut #cookie run smut

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salted-caramel-tea · 8 months

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So since you did it for Maneskin what's your favourite and least favourite dteam fits?

ok so i’m gonna be doing this in a more good-mid-bad format rather than best and worse bc it’s a little harder to judge these guys for their outfits bc most of their appearances are casual appearances and not stage or performance wear . so .

drm

good - the most recent pictures from his instagram about his tour idk if this is a tour outfit or what but this is a very well styled outfit . the colours are cohesive from head to toe the silhouette is loose and gives that trendy oversized almost modern grunge like feel with the red and black as well which suits him more than i expected it to tbh . huge fan of the cargo/parachute pants my only qualm is i’d go a bit heavier with accessories but i think this is super flattering

mid- streamys we all know this oen i’ve talked about it in depth this has rlly good potential to be a great outfit but the layering just felt really blocky to me it wasn’t the most flattering shape for him there was a lot of club lines around the neck area which was a little distracting could be improved by removing the hood i believe . and tucking in the shirt .

bad - the fucking la velada brown hoodie blazer combo deluxe whatever the fuck . i don’t like thin materials made into hoods or trying to replicate the effect of a hoodie to me personally it looks rather cheap despite the fact this garment costs an arm and a leg . it could also be tailored better for dream the proportions just seem off

ok gerog

good- streamer awards . y’all knew it was coming this is such a perfect outfit again it’s styled phenomenally. skipping the option of a tie or bow tie was genuinely the best option for geirge opening up those top buttons giving the area more volume more texture opening it up so you can see and appreciate the accessories with the chain and the tailoring on this outfit is incredible the fit is perfect it is so incredibly flattering on him no notes

mid - la velada . this wasn’t a bad outfit per day but like dreams streamy awards outfit it just felt too boxy . like there was layering going on but it wasn’t giving the desired effect for that kind of mix of textures keeping the shirt closed and untucked was just a little to much of. a straight silhouette for me

bad- this is just twitchcon he doesn’t dress up much so i picked this bc it’s still an outfit he wore to a major event and none of the colours r coordinated or look cohesive in the slightest but like it was a stretch to find something that fit my criteria of not casual instances

sappy

good - again i picked steamer awards i like this bc it keeps a lot of sapnap’s personality w the cap as his main accessory i love that and i think the all balck was a good choice for him i definitely think it’d be more flattering that a white shirt this is a good look for him my only qualm is that i wish it was tailored a little better but he looks fantastic

mid - again la velada i love this prada shirt it’s super interesting it’s just his kind of style but to me it just felt like there wa something missing maybe it’s the kind of thing i’d personally style as an over shirt maybe it needed to be like a half tuck situation unbutton the top button idk more texture was needed it was a little flat to me

bad - again this is just a casual photo it was a bit of a stretch for the criteria but i’m peroablly not a fan of the high neck sweater with basketball shorts it seems like it’s mixing two very different vibes i know the anime print is acting as the tie in from kind of smart casual of high necks to the leisure casual of the basketball shorts but it’s not two vibes that i would probably try to bring together . idk this just seems like more of a wide leg jeans sweater to me than basketball shorts .

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rocksandrobots · 10 months

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PotP Ch 51 - Therapy, Tempers, and Triangles: Part 5

"You have got to be kidding me."

Varian parked the car and stared out at the fake looking plaster castle before him. A big tacky looking sign read 'Renaissance Times' on the front in big bold red letters above the faux drawbridge and gate.

Hiro could only shrug. "You know Sam. He's really into those high fantasy role playing games and such."

"Oh this is going to be torture, isn't?"

Hiro grabbed his present and got out of the car before answering. "I think the torture room is closed for renovations. But hey, at least the food on the menu sounded good."

Varian also grabbed his present that they had stopped to pick up on the way over, and got out of the car. "Unless they're selling mead, then this won't be a true Renaissance banquet."

"Mead?"

"Mead is a wine made from honey." Baymax helpfully stated.

Hiro gave Varian a stern glare. "No wine."

Varian burst out laughing.

"I was joking." He dismissed, as they entered the building.

They were met with a crowd of people milling about a great hall, made to look like an old fashioned tavern. There was a bar, tables, rough wood hewn chairs, and a gigantic stone fireplace in one corner. A welcoming sight on a cold December night, with most of the patrons huddled around the blazing fire. The mantel above was decorated in swords and shields, and woven tapestries hung all around.

There was both something nostalgic and alien about the whole set up. On the one hand, the people wandering around in blue jeans and tee-shirts would be anachronistic to the time period they were all play-acting at. There was also an air of the theatrical with the sets and what few costumes people chose to wear. Details were off, materials were wrong, and pieces were missing. Women went without camisoles under their dresses and the men still wore tennis shoes over their stockings. The tapestries looked printed instead of woven. The weapons hanging up and the ones little kids waved around were obviously plastic; some even lit up with LEDs. Even the wooden beer steins and ivory horns people were drinking out of were nothing but plastic!

Despite this unnatural blending of the old and new, Varian couldn't help but note the familiarity of it all. Regardless of the costumes and the fake set pieces, the scene wasn't that far removed from cold winter nights spent in his own castle's hall. Where the village would gather during festivals, town meetings, and particularly bad storms. There too, everyone would be huddled around the large fireplace, eating from the banquet tables, or filling their drinks from the kegs behind the bar that led to the kitchens. Turns out people were still people no matter what time period they were from.

Varian also noticed music playing, the kind that he grew up on, and turned to see someone actually playing the lute upon a short stage. That's where their friends were gathered now, listening to the bard.

Sam spotted them first, and a wide grin broke upon his face.

"Hey you made it! We were worried that you were going to miss dinner!" He greeted them warmly; his plastic birthday crown threatening to fall off at any second as he walked over to meet them.

Varian's heart began to pound in his ears as the rest of their little group was made aware of him being there. He tried to hide this with a smile and handed Sam the package in his hand.

"Happy birthday, Sam."

"Ah, you didn't have to get me anything, but thanks guys."

Wasabi and the rest joined them as Sam took the presents.

"Hey buddy!" He greeted Varian with a smile.

"Glad you could make it!" Fred added.

Gogo was a little more hesitant however. "Soooo... are you two good?"

Hiro and Varian shared a look before Hiro answered back. "Yeah, we're good now."

This seemed to be the permission that Honey Lemon was waiting for and she bounded forward to wrap Varian in a big hug.

"Ooooh, I'm so happy you two made up, and I'm soooo glad that you're here, and I'm so, so, so, so sorry that we ever fought to begin with. I hope you and Sal... wait... where is Salma? Didn't she get the invite?"

"She, uh.... Her brother came to town unexpectedly. She's spending the day with him."

It wasn't a lie, not really, but it was a simple enough answer that avoided any further explanations.

That's when Varian noticed Tadashi hanging back from the group, his arm still in a sling.

Varian's stomach dropped.

Almost sensing the awkwardness themselves, his friends parted back to give the two brothers space.

Tadashi seemed to hesitate on what to say, the barest sliver of a frown creased the corner of his lips. Then just as suddenly, he arched an eyebrow and gave one his usual disarming smiles.

"So how many red lights did you run to get here on time?" He joked.

The tension around them dissipated almost instantly, but Varian still felt nervous.

"All of them." Hiro answered smugly, stepping in between them. "I told Varian he should have let me drive instead."

Tadashi gave a hearty laugh. "Oh that would have been a thousand times worse. It's amazing you got here in one piece."

Hiro looked back and saw Varian standing stock still, wide eyed, and nervously biting his lip. Hiro decided to break the ice for him.

"Uh, Varian was in such a rush because he wanted to speak with you before dinner. Didn't you?" He said as he gave Varian a gentle nudge forward.

"Uh.. yeah... c-can we talk... elsewhere?" Varian stuttered.

Just then a voice announced over a speaker that the dining room was now opening for guests.

Tadashi gave a quick glance around the hall. He then jerked his thumb towards a side door with a nod of his head.

"We'll catch up with you later." He told the rest of the guys as the crowd made its way towards the dinning arena.

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"Ugh... I knew this was going to be torture." Varian commented as the three of them entered the disused room.

The walls were lined with antique devices on display, all designed to inflict pain of some kind. A sign at one end proudly announced that they were in 'The Dungeons'; complete with a fake skeleton, and yellow ticker tape telling them not to touch anything.

"Stay out here Baymax and let us know if anyone comes by." Hiro ordered his faithful robot before closing the door behind them.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Tadashi asked, though he could have already guessed the answer.

"I'm... I'm sorry." Varian said, looking at his toes. "I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

"Okay... anything else?"

"Ummm... and I promise to work on managing my anger more."

"Well, that's a start." Tadashi sighed, and Varian suddenly felt a white hot flash of anger burn within him.

He threw his step brother a look of contempt, but he fought down his urge to hurl himself at the other guy.

"You could apologize too, you know." He snapped instead.

"Oh really? And just what should I be apologizing for?"

Tadashi's voice dripped with incredulity and Varian found himself balling his hands into fists.

Hiro rushed in between them before another fight could break out.

"The amber." He explained. "I know it was my idea to borrow it without asking, b-but we all went along with it.... and we shouldn't have. I'm sorry Varian."

Both the older teens visibly relaxed.

"You're right Hiro." Tadashi agreed. "That and the Mindtrap.... We should have listened to you, Varian. Sorry."

Varian was unsure of what to say to that. As nice as it was to have them acknowledge how wrong they were to mess with the deadly stones, he now realized it wasn't really what he wanted to hear.

"This is about more than just taking the amber...."

"Okay, then, what is it?" Tadashi challenged.

"Why can't you just trust me?"

Tadashi was visibly taken aback by the question, but Varian wouldn't let him recover as he pushed on.

"I know more about what's going on than anybody else, why can't you just trust my judgment and listen when I tell you not to do something instead of prying?"

"Why can't you trust us with the truth, then?" was Tadashi's answer.

Both men stared the other down and Hiro nervously shifted his feet. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

"What 'truth'!?" Varian yelled back. "What is it you need to know so badly that you won't just drop the matter when asked!?"

"I've already told you!" Tadhasi shouted back.

It was rare to hear his brother yell, Hiro thought, and he only grew even more nervous.

"That's your own fault!" Varian shot back. "If you had just listened to me from the start then none of this would be happening!?"

"Wouldn't it!?" Tadashi sighed. "You don't think that those people from Corona still would have came all the way here to kidnap you had we never met Cardinist?"

Varian shook his head in exasperation. "Rapunzel doesn't matter. She can't do anything. They can't force me to go back."

"Why bother forcing you? You're planning on going back there yourself anyway."

"I'm just going to get Dad and come back!"

"Then why not let us help you!?"

"Because it's dangerous!"

"Exactly! You don't need to be doing dangerous stunts like that without backup!"

"It's not a 'stunt', and I know what I'm doing!"

"No! You! Don't!"

For the first time Varian was stunned into silence. He stood there, his eyes wide, as the one thing he wouldn't let himself consider was flung into his face.

Tadashi took the opportunity.

"You may know more about the rocks, and Corona. You may even be the world's leading expert in quantum physics and portal technology. But you don't seem to understand risks or consequences."

Varian gave Tadashi a long, hard glare.

"Just because you regret running into that fire doesn't mean I'm making a mistake."

That gave Tadashi pause.

"Come on guys.... you weren't supposed to start another argument." Hiro pleaded.

He was ignored.

"So you don't think leaving everyone behind is a mistake?"

"I'm not leaving anyone behind. Nothing bad is going to happ-"

"You said it was dangerous."

"Yes... it is, b-but... I know what those dangers are. I grew up with them. I know how to handle them; you don't! I'm not rushing in, Tadashi! I'm just going home, and then I'm coming right back."

"How are you going to handle them then?"

"What?"

"These dangers, you're talking about. What's your plan for handling them?"

"Well.. ummm... avoid them... mostly. If-if I can."

"And if you can't? What's your plan if they come after you Varian? What happens if that Rapunzel woman shows up?"

"I'll fight them." He growled.

"By yourself?" Tadashi questioned, clearly skeptical.

"I've done it before." Varian said, coolly.

"Isn't she a princess though? Doesn't she have like a whole army she could send after you if she wants?"

Varian didn't reply.

"You think you can take on an entire army by yourself?" Tadashi pressed.

Varian still didn't answer.

"Let us help you."

"No."

"We can fight too."

"No. There won't be any fight. I won't be there long enough for there to be any fighting."

"Then what does it hurt if we come along?"

Varian avoided his brothers' judgemental gaze, as he tried to think of an excuse.

He didn't have one... well not one that would be acceptable to them.

Tadashi studied him intently before finally asking... "Tell me, is this really about protecting anybody?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're hiding something."

Varian frowned at that, but he didn't deny it.

"You're hiding something from us," Tadashi pressed, "and you're afraid that if we come with you, we'll find out what it is."

"So what if I am…" his voice shook. "What does it matter? It's nothing to do with you anyways."

Tadashi gave him the most judgemental look.

"You talk a lot about trust, for someone who never gives it."

Varian's mouth worked furiously, as he tried and failed to voice his indignation.

"I… wha.. you… what do you mean I don't trust you!?" He finally sputtered. "I trust you, I trust all of you, with my life! I've trusted you with more of my past than anyone… Why isn't that enough?"

"I don't know Varian? Why aren't we enough?"

Varian blinked, confused.

Tadashi sighed, and rubbed his eyes with his still good hand.

"You have a home here… People that care about you… I know how much your dad means to you, and I want him to be safe too, believe me… but… …. It's like you're obsessed with this idea that you have to do it all on your own. That you alone have to be the one to fix everything. Like you have to be the one to solve everyone else's problems on top of your own. But you don't… or at least you wouldn't have to if you'd just let us help you."

Varian turned away at that. He stared fixedly at the opposite wall, as if the fake paper-mache stones were the most important things in the world.

Tadashi only shrugged his shoulders. "Look, I don't know where else to go from here. It's like we're just running in circles. I accept your apology. I'm glad you're working on things, and I promise not go through your stuff anymore. Now, I'm heading out to meet with the others, cause I'm hungry, and I'm sure we can pick this argument back up later."

He turned to open the door, and paused.

"You coming, Hiro?"

Hiro didn't know what to do. This hadn't gone the way he had planned. He looked back to Varian first and then back to Tadashi. How could he get his brothers to reconcile?

"It's my responsibility." Varian's voice broke though his indecision, and both Hiro and Tadashi turned to look at him.

"You want to know why I have to do this on my own? It's because it's my responsibility and no one else's."

Tadashi let go of the door handle. "Are you talking about the rocks or your dad?"

"Both." He said as he finally faced him. "The rocks, Dad, my village… they're all my responsibility. Not yours, not Hiro's, not any of our friends… and I won't shoulder my burden onto others."

"Okay, first off, it's not as much of a burden if you're sharing it with others, and second off, you're not forcing your problems onto us, we're offering to help."

"B-but it's my mess."

"And you're our brother."

….

"Tadashi's right." Hiro agreed. "You're family, and family sticks together, and saving your dad is as every bit as important to us as it is for you. We're not going to just give up."

"... I can't lose anyone else." He whispered.

"Neither can we." Tadashi said. "We know what it's like to lose someone."

"And what's it like to fight to get them back," Hiro added.

"But you weren't the one that started the fire." Varian told them. "And you weren't the one driving that truck that crashed into you."

Hiro and Tadashi stood there, momentarily stunned.

"Wha… what's supposed to mean-"

Tadashi interrupted Hiro by laying a hand on his shoulder.

"Y-you think you're actually 'responsible' for what happened to your Dad… to your entire village?" He questioned.

Varian backpedaled away. "No… I… I just meant… Oh go- Please can we drop this topic? I'm sorry for losing my temper… let's just leave things there like you said… j-just don't mess with the amber… or even mention it… or-"

His rambling was cut short as Tadashi wrapped him in a tight hug.

"Hey… It's not your fault."

Varian broke down completely at those words. Oh how he wished they were true!

Instead of explaining this though, he just returned the hug and cried harder.

He felt Hiro join them, making it a brotherly group hug. Varian only cried all the more.

"There, there."

The only thing that gave Varian pause in his tears, was Baymax suddenly patting him on the head. He look to the marshmallowly robot in surprise, before softly laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

"Thank you Baymax." He sniffled.

Hiro hastily wiped his own eyes, "Hey Baymax, weren't you supposed to keep a lookout?"

"I was, but then the security guard has asked for us to vacate the area "

The robot turned to the side and the three teens saw a woman dressed in a khaki uniform impatiently tapping her feet while glaring at them.

"Ummm… I think we better go join Sam and the others in the dining hall now." Tadashi said.

He didn't get any argument this time.

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"Hmmm...'

The dean of the school peered over her glasses at the paper in her hand, as she clicked her red ink pen in thought.

Her two nervous students stood opposite her desk, holding their breaths as she made her decision.

"Passable."

She finally said and both boys sighed with relief.

"It's not the most eloquent of essays I've ever read, but the science is sound. I'll be submitting this to be peer-reviewed as soon as possible."

She stood up and opened the door to her office. "You're free to go. I hope both you boys enjoy your winter break."

"Thanks Miss Granville." Hiro said as he and Varian left. "We're just going to clean out our labs and go."

"Yeah, thanks for everything," Varian echoed, " and I'm sorry about losing my cool back there the other day."

"It's alright Mr. Quirinson... I understand that your career is not your biggest priority at the moment, and I can not truly say that you are wrong for that. But I am glad that you've decided to not give up wholly on the endeavor."

Granville carefully said and laid a hand on Varian's shoulder. "I apologize if I pushed you too hard. It's just, you and your brothers have such amazing potential it's easy to get, well, carried away sometimes."

"It's okay, Miss Granville."

"Does this mean you'll go easier on us next semester?" Hiro cheekily asked.

Granville broke out into boisterous laughter. "Very funny Mr. Hamada. Expect your most challenging semester yet this spring."

Both boys side eyed each other but didn't say anything as the professor ushered them out into the hall.

"I have to finish grading papers today, so I'll be here till six if you need me. You boys go on and finish cleaning up, oh and Happy Holidays!"

She gave them one of her rare smiles as she bid them farewell.

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"Is this the last box?" Varian asked as Honey Lemon placed a third cardboard container full of files on top of the other two boxes he was carrying.

"Almost." Wasabi said, placing a fourth box on top. Thankfully this one was much smaller.

Varian pressed his lips tight in annoyance but didn't complain. He was the strongest member of the team, besides Baymax, and so he'd been entrusted to carry most of the boxes out of the lab. It was only logical, but it didn't prevent him from eyeing Gogo with envy as she toted a single bag of papers under her arm.

"Shall we put this in your car, or Varian's?" Tadashi asked as he lugged two boxes of his own.

"Mine." Wasabi answered as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. "Here let me come with you to unlock the trunk."

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As the gang of college students made their trek to the parking lot carrying their assortment of equipment, textbooks, and project files, Varian spotted a figure standing on the green of the quad watching them.

She was dressed all in black.

"Salma." Varian breathed.

He quickly handed off his packages to Baymax to load in the car.

"I'll catch up with you in a minute." He promised his friends as he ran over to meet the girl.

Salma waited for him to approach, nervously wringing her hands.

"Hey." He greeted with a nervous smile.

"Hey." She softly replied.

There was a pause as they both searched for the next thing to say.

"I'm... I'm sorry for what happened. I shouldn't broken in like that." Varian finally admitted.

"No, you really shouldn't have."

Her voice was perhaps sharper then she intended but Varian internally flinched anyways.

Slama sighed deeply. "But, I can't stay mad at you. Not after everything else."

Hope filled Varian anew.

"So, h-how's your brother?"

"Better."

"That's good."

"In fact, he's already talking about returning to duty soon."

"Ahhh... I see" Varian nodded as he realized what that entailed.

"I don't want him to go."

"I can understand that."

"But he says that we can't just give up on our home."

"I can also understand that." Varian said knowingly.

"I know we agreed on no questions but... what made you quit? Maybe you know of a way to reach him."

Varian shook his head. "I can't convince him of anything. You know that."

Salma nodded and lowered her eyes, tears threatening to spill from them.

Varian fought against the gnawing guilt in the pit of his stomach.

"Listen, I'm really not the person to ask advice on this, be-because the truth is, I haven't quit. I'm trying to go back home too. It's just difficult getting there."

Salma looked up at him with justifiable horror.

"You're going back to fight?"

"No... no. I'm done fighting. I'm going back to save my father. He's still trapped there."

Salma pouted, but didn't press the matter. Her eyes swept past Varian back towards the parking lot. Amir was leaning against a white truck with a trailer attached to the back. It was loaded up with furniture.

"Are y-you taking a trip?" Varian asked.

"We're going to our aunt's in New York."

"With all your stuff? I mean it's a nice couch but-"

"I put in a transfer to NYCU."

"Oh..."

Another awkward pause followed as the enormity of those words sunk in.

Salma once again avoided his gaze as she fiddled with her hands.

"I thought about what you said," she slowly continued. "About needing to be with people… So I talked to the counselor at school and they said it would be possible for me to keep my scholarship. I also talked to Dr. Brown and he recommended a therapist in New York that he trusts… And the rest of our family is flying in for the winter break. I at the very least got Amir to promise not to do anything, well, rash until he met with the rest of the family."

"S-sounds like you pretty much have everything in order."

Varian fought back the lump in his throat as Salma looked at him sadly.

"Can… can I call you when you get there?"

Salma pursed her lips and Varian already knew the answer before she ever said it.

"I… I don't think that would be for the best."

Varian's breath hitched. "Al..alright… text then? You'll let me know that you made it there safe, at least."

"Varian…" she sighed and he thought he might cry then and there.

"You're still mad at me then. "

"No… I just think it's better to say goodbye now… so that it's not harder to do later."

He didn't know how she remained so calm about it. He couldn't refute her reasoning, and technically she had already dumped him, but this still hurt.

But if she wasn't going to shed any tears then neither would he, not in front of her at least.

He sucked in his breath and squared his shoulders, and without knowing what else to do, he offered her a handshake.

"Then...Goodbye."

She took his hand in both her own, and held it there tenderly, and Varian couldn't help but regret what could have been between them.

"Goodbye…. And thank you." The tiniest crack in her voice at the end, was the only indication that she was hurting just as much as he was. But she soon covered it with a warm small smile, before walking away.

Varian watched her meet her brother, now waiting in the truck. She turned to give him one last look as she opened the car door. He vainly waved at her before she entered the vehicle, and they drove away.

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Varian made sure his eyes were dry before entering the lab. He opened the door, and found most of the stuff already cleared out.

Only Honey Lemon was left, as she packed away one last small box.

"Is that everything?" He asked.

"I think so."

She sat the box down on a table and then turned to pick up her purse and a three ring binder.

"Ok, I'm ready to g-" She paused and suddenly looked at Varian with concern. "Is everything alright, querido?"

Varian blinked in surprise.

He hadn't planned on telling his friends about his recent break up, but somehow Honey Lemon could just sense his heartbreak.

"I… I was saying goodbye to Salma." He shrugged and went to pick up the other box.

"Oh? Where is she going?"

"She's moving to New York." He said this calmly, but he avoided eye contact as he carefully taped the box securely.

He felt Honey Lemon rest a hand upon his shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry querdio."

He shrugged this off as well. "Don't be. She's going there to live with her aunt. She'll be with her family. It.. it's for the best."

"Well it's good that she'll be closer to her family, and maybe you can't still talk on the phone or text, or even face-"

"We broke up."

"Oh." She frowned, unsure how to spin this new revelation into a positive thing.

"It's okay though… I mean, she's right, it's too difficult trying to keep up a long distance relationship, and it's probably for the best to end things now before it gets any harder."

"Probably… … …It still hurts though."

"Yeah." Varian sighed in defeat.

Once again Honey Lemon reached out to him, and this time he didn't remove her hand from his shoulder.

"I know what it's like to end a relationship because of distance. Break ups just… well, they just suck."

Varian had to stifle a laugh at Honey Lemon's rarely seen negativity.

"Now there's an understatement."

All she could do was shrug in defeat. "Okay, yeah, I know. But… but it does get better. I promise."

Varian allowed himself to sadly smile at that. "I know it will… it's just what do you do in the meantime?"

Now it was Honey Lemon's turn to sigh as she leaned on the table.

"I guess, just stay busy. Hang out with friends. Focus on school…"

"And maybe try again later?"

"Well… yeah… there's that too."

"Do you still miss him?"

"Andre?" Honey Lemon pouted in thought, and then shook her head. "No, I guess not. I think… I think I just miss that feeling though. You know, that feeling you get when you're dating and they make you feel like you're the most special person in the world."

"You are special though."

Honey Lemon did a double take at this. Varian was staring at her intensely and his voice was forceful. Like he was offended that she had ever dared to suggest that she wasn't magnificent.

"Well that's very sweet of you to say, querdio, bu-"

"But I'm not just saying it. It's the truth. You don't need Andre, or anyone else, to make you feel special, because you are special. Wonderful even!"

Honey Lemon didn't know what to do with this statement. On the one hand it was nice to hear such a compliment, but on the other hand, the earnestness with which it was said, like it was some fundamental unrefuted fact, knocked her for a loop.

"Oookaaay… thank you?"

Varian paused as if he realized he had said the wrong thing.

He hastily picked up the box.

"You said this was the last one?"

Without waiting for an answer he turned to leave, but stopped when he felt Honey Lemon's hand on his arm.

"You're pretty special too, you know."

Varian's heart soared at these words.

"Y-yeah?"

"Yeah." She blushed, and timidly held out her hand.

Varian smiled and took it, shifting the weight of the box under his other arm.

They walked out the lab together, hand in hand.

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