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#but it just sounds like I’m being fucking dramatic because I’m STILL standing and STILL walking
greatooglymooglyyy · 12 hours
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Heyyyyy
I suck at coming up with requests but I want stories so bad lmfao 😭✋
Anyways, I saw that you were looking for requests and decided to throw one over.
Could you do a story that has to do with Matt and a reader who is really artsy and will straight up draw on his arms and color in his tattoos at the most random times?
Hope thats not too terrible an attempt at a concept lol, thanks
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You Drew Stars (M.S.)
contains: fluff, kissing, general teethrotting sweetness, 900+ words
a/n: anon do you even remember requesting this? lmao listen i love you. this is a bit different from what you said butttt i tried.
“You sure you won’t be bored?” Matt asks as he settles in his gaming chair, looking over his shoulder to where I’m seated.
I smile over at him and shake my head at the question. It's one he asks every time he starts a stream when I’m around. “I’m sure. But are you sure it’s okay if I paint in here?”
After I fell asleep waiting for him to finish a game last week, Matt came home with an unreasonable amount of art supplies. I’d been watching Bob Ross videos on repeat for a couple of months- What can I say? He’s a gateway drug- and he thought I'd like to try painting for myself.
“Of course you can. That’s like the whole point.” Matt answers with a smile. I readjust the sheet under me anyway before I squeeze a small amount of paint onto my palette.
As I start to sketch out an outline with a pencil, I hear Matt start his stream and greet everybody. He starts his game up and begins to explain where he is in his game so I pop in one of my airpods and try to focus. After about twenty minutes, Matt swivels his chair around quickly and I look up at the sound.
“What’s on my floor?” He reads out with a laugh making me realize I hadn’t thought to check if I was in the frame. But it's too late now and I’m not about to crawl across the floor so I pop my head up and wave. “Hi, chat.”
He gestures out for me so I stand and go to his side, letting him wrap an arm around my waist. I lean into him, resting my head against his, while I read. “I was painting but I’m just a beginner. It’s not good yet.”
“That’s not true,” Matt says, holding up his phone and showing off his lock screen. It's a picture of a drawing I did on his back a couple of days ago. We’d been watching a movie in his bed when he fell asleep so I’d taken the opportunity to paint Charmander. “She did this in like an hour. I didn’t want to wash it off.”
I roll my eyes at him and squint at the chat trying to pick out a comment to respond to. “Do another one? I should when he’s done streaming.” I say with a smile, going to pull away and lay back on the floor.
“You can do it now,” Matt says, pulling me back to him. “Go get the other chair. I’ll stay still.”
I give him a look of disbelief. “You can’t sit still and stream.”
“I only need one arm. C’mon.” He says, moving me gently out of his way so he can scoot his chair over.
Well, I guess this is happening. I shrug and do what he says, collecting my art supplies and rolling the spare chair over to him.
I decide to try painting tiny planets because they seem easy enough and they fill in the gaps between his tattoos. He smiles when I begin, muttering about it tickling, but then turns his attention back to the game.
To his credit, he does try to keep his promise and stay still, only jumping up or making a big disturbance a couple of times. When I’m done, I sit back and stare at his arm. It’s kind of cute when you turn your head and squint.
Noticing I’m not painting anymore, Matt looks down at his arm and gasps dramatically. “Look, guys.” He says, carefully lifting his arm to show his stream.
I cover my face with my hands and shake my head. “You’re so embarrassing.”
He nods at where his phone lies between us. “Take a picture before I accidentally fuck it up.”
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A week later, I’m still being tagged in edits of us from the stream. Currently, I’m lying on my stomach, kicking my feet and giggling over the comments on a new one. ‘The way he looks at her. God, when will it be my turn.’ As if my ego needed more stroking. Just as I like one asking if I can fight, Matt’s door opens and I look up. I hadn’t even heard them come home.
“Hi, baby.” He says as he pulls off his shirt and opens his closet. My face screws up when I notice his arm has been wrapped in saran wrap. “Hey. You got a new tattoo? You didn’t tell me.”
Usually, the night before he gets a tattoo, he googles images to have a good idea of what he wants. We stay up for hours looking through drafts together so I’m a little sad he didn’t want my input this time.
Matt grins at me, coming over to sit on the bed. “It was a surprise.” He starts to unwrap his arm, wincing slightly, and my jaw drops when I recognize what it is.
With as light a touch as I can manage, I smooth my fingers over the tiny drawings of Saturn and Venus. My eyes start to water as I look up to meet his eyes. “You got my painting.”
“I did.” He says, leaning in close and placing a kiss on my jawline.
“Why?” I ask, in equal parts wonder and bewilderment. “You said you want to fill that gap with something special.”
He pulls back and raises his brows. “It is special. My girl drew it for me.”
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un-lawliet · 4 months
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WHAT IF teen!Gojo and teen!reader are best friends teetering on the edge of lovers but they get into a petty little argument and start ignoring each other right???? so reader goes on a date with someone else to be petty and Gojo internally freaks out. So, him and his friends get in disguises as Gojo tries to sabotage the date without being noticed but instead he accidentally helps the other guy look great and impressive every time💀
Geto, shoko, and Nanami don’t help Satoru. They just watch and laugh😭 good fluffy ending though pls
THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST !!!!! i loved this idea so so much- i kinda tweaked the request slightly but i hope this is ok <3 i love you and thank you for your patience !
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“Normal”
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- in which you’re on a date with someone that isn’t Gojo.
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“Does this count as stalking?”
It absolutely did count as stalking.
Gojo, Shoko, Nanami and Geto were currently huddled in a dimly lit booth hunkering down as to not be seen by you…or your pompous looking date sat opposite you.
“It’s not stalking.” Gojo splutters, glaring at Geto through the top of his sunglasses, “It’s just..just-”
“You tracking Y/N down and making us watch her on a date.” Shoko muses, rolling a cigarette between her fingers, reaching for her lighter.
“Exactly!”
Nanami groans, his head falling backwards, hair falling over the curve of his eyebrows, hiding his face slightly.
Shaking his head, a small grin dances across Geto’s calm face, watching as Gojo pouts and glares at your table, eyes completely trained on your face.
“‘S’not even that good looking, she just has a thing for guys that flatter her.” He grumbles under his breath, flicking the fancy wall he leaned on.
“Think most girls enjoy feelin’ pretty Gojo.” Shoko replies, hand still feeling around in her pocket, “Oh fuck sakes, I’ve lost my lighter…Hey- Geto, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare one on ya?”
Geto nodded, tossing her a purple lighter from across the table, smiling gently as she thanked him.
“You shouldn’t smoke inside.” Nanami mutters, now staring down at the menu in-front of him, finger tracing along the prices in thought, seeming to pause on the brownie section.
“No one can see, we’re fine.” She sighs, taking a drag and blowing it towards Gojo, grinning as he dramatically clutches his chest, gasping for air.
“What’s the point of us even being here Gojo.” Nanami huffs, side eyeing the bakery stand parallel to their table.
“Because, I need to show her that this..this loser is nothing compared to me!”
“I don’t know Satoru.” Geto muses, taking a sip of his camomile, “Y/N seems pretty into him.”
“Suguru!” Gojo gasps in horror, betrayal dripping from his voice and on to the curve of his disgusted face.
Shoko wiggles her eyebrows teasingly, inhaling before continuing. “He has a point Gojo, I mean look, you ever see her smile like that?”
Gojo whips his head around to stare at you, and Shoko covers her mouth to hide a poorly restrained giggle, sharing a glance with Geto.
“I make her smile like that- She smiles like that with me!!” He whines, and Nanami rolls his eyes.
A waitress smashes a glass from behind the café’s counter, you jump slightly in your seat and turn to look over at the sound, you don’t notice the group of strange looking teenagers ducking down at your movement, concealing themselves poorly in their seats.
Your date laughs at you, you blush and turn back to him bashfully, excusing yourself for being so on edge.
Gojo glares.
“So what’s the plan then Gojo.” Nanami drawls, resting his face on his palm.
“Yes! The plan!” Gojo splutters, looking away from your pretty, pretty face to look at the three of them.
He hesitates and Shoko groans.
“You do have a plan don’t you?”
“Of course I do!..So, the plan..the plan um, well-”
“He has no plan.” Geto interrupts.
“Jesus Christ Gojo.”
“Does that mean I can leave?”
“Shut up!” Gojo exclaims, “I’m thinking give me a second would ya?”
“Nanami if your leaving I’m coming with you.”
“Wanna go now Shoko?”
“Guys!”
Gojo slumps forward in his chair, his face resting on the table as he whines.
Geto rests a hand on his back and chuckles, shaking his head at the two other sorcerers.
“It’s ok Satoru, we can all figure something out ‘kay?”
“Yea?” Gojo replies, his voice muffled by the table.
“Yea.”
Instantly, Gojo springs up, his eyes as wide as his smile.
“Ok let’s brainstorm.” Geto suggest, his voice like honey as he removes his hand from Gojo’s back and reaches back to his tea.
“What if we spill tea over him!” Gojo gasped, pointing towards the cup in Geto’s hand, a sharp look crossing his face.
“Stupid. Y/N would see us.” Shoko grumbles.
“No- See Shoko, the point of a brain storming session means we make suggestions and listen without judgement.” Gojo argues, crossing his arms.
“Yea but your idea was stupid.” Nanami concludes, watching as Shoko nods.
“You suggest something then Nanamin!”
“I’m suggesting nothing, this whole idea is foolish.”
“OoOoh “Foolish” is it?”
“I’m leaving.”
Nanami stands up reaching for his bag, scowling at Gojo.
“Hey, hey Nanami c’mon ignore him he’s just..” Geto pauses with a quick regard to Gojo, “He’s just Satoru.”
“An idiot.” Shoko chimes.
“Yes, an idiot.”
Nanami sighs as he sits down, placing his brown bag back at his feet reluctantly ignoring Gojo’s grin.
“…What if we trip up the waitress as she’s bringing them their food.” Shoko suggests, twirling a piece of hair around her finger.
“That could work!”
“No, Satoru, that just causes trouble to the waiting staff.”
“And?”
Geto rolls his eyes, “We don’t need to cause anyone any trouble just because you’re too afraid to just ask Y/N out.”
“I am not afraid!” Gojo moans, putting his face in his hands.
“Uh huh, that’s why you fell out with her when she told you about the date.” Shoko laughs, wiping off ash from her arm.
“What was I supposed to do?” Gojo queries, frowning.
“Talk to her?” Nanami deadpans, “Like a normal person.”
“Our Gojo isn’t normal though.” Shoko winks, nudging an unamused Nanami.
“Focus guys.” Geto says, clapping his hands twice to draw attention.
Your sweet laugh echoes through the cafe, and Gojo pouts, shoulders slumping.
You were supposed to be sitting opposite him laughing.
It was supposed to be his food with which you shared.
And yet one petty argument about some random guy you had met in returning from your last mission asking you out, had ruined everything.
The shared glances between you and Gojo, how you leaned on his shoulder when you slept in classes, the way he would always keep an eye on your cursed energy when joining you in battle.
All those little moments had dissolved in the bitter moments after you informed him of your date, a small smile dancing in your eyes.
“He said I was pretty Toru’” You had said, your eyes wide, and Gojo wanted to cover the love sick gleam glistening in your eyes with his hand.
“I always think your pretty.” He mumbled, watching you cock your head in confusion.
“What was that?” You questioned, leaning towards him slightly, trying to recall his quiet words.
“Nothin’.” His curt response didn’t phase you as you moved backwards, a charming skip in your step.
“Think he sounds stupid.” Gojo was never good at expressing his true feelings, and in that moment, Gojo’s sheer panic over you leaving him overpowered his aloofness.
“You think someone thinking I’m pretty is stupid?” Your shoulders fell, and you turn to him, a small lour crossing your face.
“What? No? That’s not what I-”
“It what’s you said though Toru’” You sighed, and Gojo cursed at himself for the glimmer of insecurity that appeared to vex you in that moment.
“It’s just- Well he’s just stupid.”
“So you are calling him stupid for telling me I’m pretty.”
“No! He’s stupid! Not his words!”
“That’s the same thing Gojo!”
“Is not!”
“Is too!”
And now Gojo’s watching as Geto summons one of his smallest and weakest curses to push your stupid dates chair over, sunglasses off and held in his fist.
“Oh so we’re actually going with this plan? I wasn’t imagining it?” Shoko muses, stealing a forkful of Nanami’s brownie.
“Nobody else had any better ideas.” Gojo silenced, waving a hand in her direction, practically clamouring on top of Geto to watch.
“Satoru watch it, I can’t see where my curse is going with you on me.” Geto scolds, brushing the white haired man off.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” Nanami’s disinterest oozes out from his voice, nudging his plate over to Shoko who smiles brightly at his offer.
Geto flexes his hand, ensuring that the curse went unnoticed by you, it ducked under a table and weaved between chair legs.
“Make sure Y/N doesn’t see it!” Gojo panics, his hand covering his mouth.
Geto pauses, and looks over his shoulder towards Gojo, eyebrow raised.
“…Sit down Satoru.”
And Gojo immediately drops, hands on his legs.
The curse bobbles over to under your dates chair, and Geto smiles, before releasing his hold.
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.
.
The sound of your dates chair toppling over boomed through the cafe, and with a swift flick of his finger, the curse dissapears, and all four of the sorcerer’s immediately drop their heads.
“Oh my God? Are you ok?!” Your concerned voice follows, and you stand up instantly, rushing towards your date, who grins at you from the floor.
“Oops, must have slipped.” He smiles, accepting your hand in helping in up, wiping the memory of his fall off of his jeans. “At least I have a pretty lady to help me in my moment of weakness.”
You giggle, and push his shoulder, “Oh shush you tease.” Bending over to pick up his chair.
“Oh no don’t worry I got it.” Your date winks, helping you lift the chair.
“How??!?!” Gojo groans, watching you swoon, “What is happening?”
“Man.. She must really like him eh?” Shoko offers, sharing a cheeky smile with Geto.
“Maybe it’s hopeless.” Nanami chimes in, “Do you want to finish this?” He asks Shoko, gesturing to the half eaten brownie.
“Actually?”
“Yea go on, you seem to be enjoying it.”
“Maybe.” Geto cuts in, “Maybe we should just leave them be? Let it fizzle out naturally?”
“What if there is no naturally Suguru.” Gojo mopes, kicking the leg of the table.
“Gojo it’s obvious she likes you, and it’s obvious you’re both smitten.” Shoko says, her voice muffled and she finishes Nanami’s brownie.
“..You think?”
“Everyone thinks.” Nanami replies, “Haibara thought you two were dating when we first joined the school.”
“How is Haibara by the way?” Geto questioned, “Why didn’t he join us?”
“Not sure, he said something about needing more sleep before his first solo mission.”
“Isn’t that next week?” Shoko adds.
“He likes his sleep.”
“Come on guys! Focus!!” Gojo exclaims. “I’m in a dire situation here!!”
“A dire situation that could be solved with a conversation, Gojo.” Nanami rolls his eyes.
“Try the curse again Suguru.”
“Satoru it didn’t work once, it probably won’t work a second time.”
“Ugh.” Gojo slumps back, a sigh escaping his lips. “If you’re all so sure Y/N likes me, then why is she with that loser right now?”
“She probably got tired waiting for you to make a move Gojo.” Shoko replies.
“Yea the “will they, won’t they” becomes tiresome after a while.” Geto agrees, pushing his empty cup towards the middle of the table.
“Ah!” Shoko says pointing over at you.
“They’re leaving Gojo.” Nanami affirms, joining Shoko in pointing.
“What?!?” Gojo gapes, “No!”
Geto laughs, shoving Gojo to his feet, watching you leave the cafe. “Go get her Satoru.”
“But how?” Gojo moans.
“Just go!” They all exclaim, and Gojo pauses for a split second before he’s bounding towards the door.
By the time he’s outside, you’re waving goodbye to your date, promising to call him as he walks the other way.
You look happy he thinks, and suddenly feels very out of place.
Gojo’s begins to turn to go back into the cafe, admitting defeat, when he hears your voice behind him.
“Gojo?” You gasp, disbelief permeating from your voice. And Gojo freezes, turning around awkwardly to face you.
“Hi.” Gojo replied, scuffing his shoes against the ground as he approaches you, hands in his pockets attempting to appear cool.
You look at him, your mouth slightly agape as you fiddle with the sleeve of your jumper, processing his appearance.
“You followed me to my date?” You ask accusingly, glancing around.
“He didn’t offer to take you home?” Gojo chooses to ignore you, refusing to acknowledge the implication of your words.
“I told him I could go back by myself.”
“Some guy.”
“Satoru.” You pause, lifting a hand to stop him, “Why are you here?”
A car drives past the pair of you, it’s headlights cast shadows across his perfect face and your hold yourself back from staring.
He stalls, looking at you for a moment. “C’mere, I’ll walk you home.”
“Satoru.”
You’re tired of his deflections, for once you just want to talk.
You both stare at each-other, silence decorating the air between you.
And Gojo shakes his head, stepping backwards and looking away.
“You look good.” He mutters.
“Good?”
“Pretty alright? You look pretty, he was right.”
“My date?”
Gojo’s sunglasses fall down the bridge of his nose slightly as he leans down to look at you.
“Who else?” He muses.
You don’t understand, your heart fluttering pathetically in your chest as you prove further.
“Why are you telling me this now?” You ask, your voice light, scarce of hope.
“Because.” Gojo hesitates, hating how unsure he sounds in this moment. “Because you are.”
You step towards him, it’s a slow movement and Gojo watches you almost cautiously.
“It took me going on a date with someone else for you to finally say something?” You tease, your hands shaking despite the confidence in your words.
“Would have said something without him, y’know?”
“..Really?” Your eyes widen, a tiny grin crossing your face.
Gojo nods, and you take another step and hug him, burying your face in the warmth of his chest.
And Gojo’s smile almost hurts his cheeks as he wraps his arms around your figure, pulling you in closer.
“You’re an idiot.” You mumble, looking up at him.
“But you like me.” He replies, cockily grinning down at you, blue eyes sparkling.
“Yea, I do.” You whisper, clinging to him, moving your head backdown to face his chest, face burning with your confession.
A small kiss is placed on the top of your head and you hold back a giddy laugh, pulling away from his embrace completely.
“So…Does that mean you’ll let me take you out?” Gojo questions, taking your hand and pulling you gently along to walk with him.
“Hmm I don’t know..Are you asking?” Your head leans on his arm, grabbing his arm as you walk.
“I would take you somewhere much better than that shitty cafe.”
And you’re laughing, “You love that cafe Toru.”
And he laughs with you, a long arm circling around your shoulders, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
And Geto, Shoko and Nanami watch from the window of the cafe, shaking their heads.
“Idiots.” Shoko says.
“Completely.” Nanami agrees.
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A/N : HELLLLLOOOO PEOPLE !! ABBY’S BACK !!! thank you for the request sweets this is literally one of my favourite concepts ever I cannot cope!!!! I love teenage Gojo so much :( BUT ALSO Shoko <333333 — i hope everyone is happy and healthy, i finished this at 2am and i have school tmrw pls kill me rn i hope a car hits me when i walk in, genuinley this no longer a joke.
LOVE YOU
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zlebooks · 1 year
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𓂃 alhaitham + congrats being the first/last person to know!
you finally confess to kaveh that you have feelings for his flatmate, only you forget to tell him one key information.
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when you realized you like al haitham, the experience was ironically similar to waking up on any day.
there were no fireworks that erupted, no scoffs of unbelief from yourself, no “kiss me” by sixpence none the richer playing in the background. there was only kaveh— al haitham’s flatmate ridiculing you in the background.
it was a saturday morning and you chose to spend it on a little quaint coffee shop in downtown brooklyn with your best friend, kaveh. he was your common link to the brooding man, the one who had introduced the both of you to each other.
and as kaveh rambled on and on about his co-worker that has been driving him nuts, you suddenly blurt out something you haven’t thought of much.
“i like al haitham,”
you see your best friend drop everything he was doing— literally. his knife clangs on the porcelain plate as he stops his rant midway.
really, it was more of his moment than yours.
“congrats dearest, you were the last one to know!” he chirps happily, before picking up the bread knife he dropped a moment ago and resumes spreading butter to his bread.
your jaw drops dramatically as if your best friend had just insulted your entire family clan.
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
“exactly what it means.” the blond deadpans as if anything he uttered under the twenty minutes you’re together has been helpful with your situation.
“fuck you.”
“i thought you liked al haitham?”
“fuck you, fuck you.”
“sorry, i’m unavailable.”
“do i really look like i have a crush on him?” you say under your breath, looking around like you were relaying top secret information.
“even the most socially inept would notice.”
the café doors open as signalled by the bell ringing. you would have pay no attention to it if it were any other of the regulars that kept this place running, but as you catch a glimpse of an ashy grey hair, you immediately duck your head under the table in hopes of making yourself unnoticeable.
“what the fuck are you doing—“
“hello.”
kaveh finds himself interrupted by the very man he finds insufferable and with how his luck is, the same guy whom his best friend is currently crushing on.
the man standing eyes your form— at least what’s visible of it above the table, before raising his eyebrows on the blond. your friend shrugs, opting to stay out of this because even he didn’t have any explanation for how you’re behaving.
“what are you doing?” you hear the scholar’s voice from above.
the blond snorts, “finding their leftover dignity, probably.”
in an attempt to retort something— anything, you raise your head up quickly to look at kaveh’s eyes and cuss him out, but you should have known better than to carelessly throw your head in any direction as you feel your head slam against the table.
ouch.
al haitham hears you whimper although it sounded more of a strangled attempt at breathing as you immediately cut it short. out of concern, he kneels down beside you and oh god— he’s caressing the top of your head in an attempt to sooth it. he asks you a simple question, a really simple one that can be answered with a simple yes or no, and yet your heart quivers.
“are you okay?”
you finally look up from the floor and see that al haitham is still charming.
and kaveh, kaveh was still a dick.
“you know, with how hard headed they are, it would be more appropriate to ask how the table is faring instead.”
you feel the turquoise eyed man glare at your best friend.
suddenly, you feel a sudden shift in your weight. looking around, you notice how al haitham is leading you to get on your feet only he was doing all the heavy work— he’s literally bringing you up.
“what were you doing down there?”
the still concerned scholar asks, to which you wince at as you take your seat once more. you try to rack up your mind for a totally false reason, but the task proves itself to be difficult when a small bump is starting to form on your head. you feel like your encounter with the table has made your brain shake inside your skull and ended up in a very wrong position.
thankfully, your best friend answers the question himself.
“y/n, my dearest friend over here, has realized that they like you. and although that sounds like an incredible disaster, i’m still glad to say that the pining is over.”
or not.
for someone having a small mouth, kaveh pretty sure talks a lot. but then again, with kaveh, he had absolutely no filter for his lips, always airing out private business to anyone and everyone.
kaveh, strangely enough, receives a look of nonchalance from the taller man. this wasn’t the reaction he was trying to get— he was expecting for his roommate to suddenly malfunction. like completely speechless, or stammering at least, red as a tomato and stiff as a plywood kind of malfunction. instead, he receives the usual unamused look from the other that he usually dons.
“of course y/n would; it’d be troublesome otherwise. we are seeing each other romantically, of course.”
your newly revealed boyfriend responds curtly, keeping his reply clear and concise. it was kaveh who eventually malfunctioned.
“you two are what?!”
“dating, yes.”
“how— when— why—“
“i confessed, they felt the same way so i asked them out. it happened before winter break, and why not? we like each other.” the taller man responds for you.
“no! i mean, what was your deal earlier?” the blond explains, pointing at you accusingly as if you had eaten the last remaining cupcake on the plate.
“why’d you make it seem like you were only realising now that you like al haitham?!”
you grin shyly, “it was me trying to see if you’d notice… we meant to keep it under the wraps for a while and you were kind of a test subject?”
kaveh feels his jaw detach. yeah sure you were a stem student and all, but weren’t you taking your research too far?
“i hate the both of you.”
your boyfriend shrugs while you laugh sheepishly.
“if it makes you feel better, you’re the first one to know… congrats?”
“it doesn’t at all! forget it!”
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lymtw · 23 days
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NSFW
Toji Fushiguro x f!reader
Description: It doesn't matter that you're in love with Toji's son. He can still take care of you in ways that you can only dream Megumi will ever be able to.
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“Um… Mr. Fushiguro, have you seen my bra? I swear I threw it over here somewhere.” You lay completely flat on the ground and search under the bed. You find your shirt, your pants, and your underwear, but there’s still no sign of your bra.
“Oh, sweet girl,” he says. “You know, I would help you look for your lost treasure, but, I just get so sluggish after a good fuck. Especially when it’s with your greedy self.” He chuckles quietly to himself, replaying the sound of your voice saying ‘more’ in his head.
“I know, it’s just… I don’t want to leave like this. What if Megumi comes home? I’m indecent.” You grunt as you stand up. You turn around to obscure your private areas, like Toji hadn’t just seen every part of you, and get dressed into what you could find.
“He’ll know he’s been waiting too long to fuck you, and then you kids can start going at it like rabid animals.”
It was a little uncomfortable to talk about being intimate with the man’s son, especially since you had just given yourself to him.
You turn to face the older man, and to your surprise but prominent relief, he has your bra spinning around his finger by one of the straps.
“Oh my god, thank you! Thank you so much, Mr. Fushiguro!” You smile brightly.
“First, it’s Toji. When you call me ‘Mr. Fushiguro’ it makes me feel ancient. Second, what are you thanking me for?” He stops spinning the garment and begins feeling the material.
“You found my bra. I don’t have to leave with my nipples poking through my shirt.”
The last statement drew attention to your chest from him. While he stares, he feels the little red satin bow that sits in the middle of your bra.
“Mm… I think i’ll keep it.”
Your heart dropped, and then the anxious feeling returned.
“It’s an incentive for you to come back to me. You can get it back next time, but only if you trade it for the one you’re wearing.”
“Mr.- Toji.” You inhale, a polite smile on your face. “Can I please have it back. I can’t walk out like this.”
“Sorry, baby. Just know that every time I look at it, i’ll think of how I manhandled you today.” He puts the garment on the pillow next to him, an act that made you lunge toward it to try and get it back.
“I thought I told you you couldn’t get it back today.” The devil shows its face through him. His grin is wicked, his eyes lidded like getting a rise out of you is no big deal.
“Then you can keep it because i’m never coming back here. You’ll never get me alone with you again.”
The man chuckles like you’re crying over spilt milk. “Come on, baby. You’re being dramatic. You should be glad that I want a memento for today.”
Your piercing gaze is the last thing Toji sees before you turn around and leave the room. You quickly create some distance from Toji’s room to kill any suspicion that arises from Megumi, but it was as if you had summoned your best friend the second you got two steps away from Toji's door.
“Hey, Megumi,” you try to say casually, like your heart isn’t in the depths of your stomach. He walks in clutching one of the straps of his backpack.
“Hey, sorry I made you wait so long. I know I said 3:30, but I had some things to finish up after class.”
“Yeah, yeah, no worries. I think i’m gonna head out right now. I have to work on the index cards for an upcoming presentation.”
Megumi’s eyes keep looking down at your arms over your chest.
“Are you cold or something? Here, take my jacket.”
“No, i’m fine. Megumi-” you pause abruptly, defeated. He’s already taking it off and handing it to you. You can’t deny him when he’s pushing it towards you.
You hear the door to Toji’s room open and take the jacket quickly, seeing the chance to cover your chest up while Megumi is distracted.
“Kid,” Toji greets his son, simplistically.
“Dad, ugh…” Megumi looks away in embarrassment. His nose scrunches and his eyebrows furrow. “Can you get decently dressed? Please?”
You turn around, catching a glimpse of the outline in Toji’s pants.
“Oh, i’m sure that your friend doesn’t mind that i’m comfortable in my own home.” He fires a wink towards you.
You turn away again, flustered. “N-Not at all. I’m gonna go. See you later, Megs. Thanks for the jacket.” You pick up your backpack from the wall it leaned against and walked as quickly as you could.
“See you soon,” Toji says.
The door is opened quickly and shut even quicker. Your heart races and your stomach has not stopped turning since Megumi got home. Your house is a far enough walk to give you time to think about why things happened the way they did.
“Why do you have to be so creepy?” Megumi grumbles, picking his backpack up from the floor, ready to head to his room.
“You would know all about creepiness, huh? Little weirdo,” Toji bites back.
Megumi huffs, walking off. Sometimes he wonders if the man is older than five.
“Wait, one more thing.”
The younger man turns to face him again. Careless, lidded eyes meeting a smug expression.
“Are you taking care of her?” Toji is the only one who knows the hidden meaning behind that question, leading to a confused reaction from his son.
“She’s just a friend from school. I’m sure she handles herself well enough.”
Toji snickers at the response, quickly coming up with something else that is just as confusing for Megumi.
“Are you checking her oil?”
“She doesn’t drive.”
Toji can’t hold back a chuckle, but throws one more curveball at Megumi.
“Have you attacked the pink fortress yet?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Megumi’s annoyed now, wanting to leave this conversation so badly.
“Jesus Christ, are you fucking her?”
Megumi’s eyebrows furrow like it was a preposterous thing to ask, especially by his father.
“No, i’m not. We’re just friends.”
“You should definitely get on that. She’s waiting for you.”
Now Megumi was interested. Not in the sex, but in what Toji saw when you talked to him. There must have been some spark to insinuate that he was capable of bedding someone as pretty as you.
“What do you mean?”
“‘See you later, Megs.’” Toji mimics your voice. “She wants your dick, and you’re so oblivious.”
“I’m done with you for today.” Megumi doesn’t even know why he expected a different response—something more realistic.
“Later, Megs.” He copies your nickname for Megumi.
It's been two weeks and you still feel like shit for screwing your best friend's dad. It doesn't help that he won't stop texting you, constantly reminding you of what happened.
Hey
You look away from your laptop for the first time in an hour or so, only to look at the smaller screen next to you. You roll your eyes, not wanting to indulge in whatever Toji wanted from you.
Three minutes went by and you didn’t respond, so Toji sent another message.
You still mad?
You didn’t intend to read the message, but you did through your peripheral vision. It only made your skin crawl even more.
Answer
Why aren’t you answering? Quit leaving me on read.
You sigh, shutting your laptop. He won’t leave you alone until you answer so you put away your computer and toss yourself on your bed.
What do you want, Fushiguro?
Oh you’re mad mad huh? This is fun.
If you don’t tell me what the hell you want i’m blocking you
No need to be feisty baby. I’m trying to call a truce.
Give it back and i’ll think about it
Give what back?
Toji was grinning sinisterly behind the screen. He knew what you were talking about but it was risky for you to mention it through text. What if Megumi went through his phone and saw this conversation?
You know what i’m talking about. Quit playing dumb.
Fine. Come back tomorrow and you can have it back.
What time? I have to study with Megumi.
Ditch him
No
It’s not up for discussion.
Ditch him or you don’t get your bra back.
You sigh. Megumi is your best friend. Why he chooses to hang out with you? You don’t know. But doing this is gonna make you feel even less deserving of his friendship.
Fine
Good girl. I’m expecting you tomorrow by 4:00 sharp.
Don’t make me wait any longer than I already am.
You roll your eyes and shut your phone off, turning onto your side to get some much needed rest.
Morning crept up on you dreadfully. You weren’t looking forward to lying to your best friend, especially when it involved seeing his dad behind his back.
Class went by slow, as if you were being given the time to sum up the courage to tell Megumi that you wouldn’t be studying with him later. In reality, you were overthinking it like hell because when you got around to telling Megumi, he was cool about it. He shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal and said that he would study with Yuji.
Your phone vibrates against your thigh, so you check what it is and almost drop it in the process of trying to hide it back in your pocket.
Do you want me to pick you up?
The message is unanswered for the duration of your lunch break. As you’re walking back to class you quickly respond.
I’ll walk
The rest of the day went by too quick. As the end of your last class neared, your heart refused to calm down. It’s not like you were looking forward to seeing this horrendous man, it’s just that his last message left you on edge.
You walked the distance to Megumi’s house once again. You really took your time, not wanting to show any signs of eagerness or urgency to meet up with Toji. You felt your phone continue to buzz in your pocket, so you checked to see who was spamming you.
Hurry up
It’s only 3:40. You’re in no rush to get to him anyway.
Where are you?
I’m so fucking hard, can you walk any faster?
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Your ears suddenly fill with huffs and moans, and the slick sound of Toji fisting himself until his dick spews. You shudder, the sounds making your heart race.
Just know i’m not keeping these conversations
I bet you wish you could
Now that Toji is expecting you, he keeps an eye on the door. The second you knock, he jumps up from the couch and rushes to the door. The door opens and you can’t even get a word in before you’re pulled into the house.
The door slams, and your back hits the wall.
“Take your shirt off.” He crashes his lips against yours, not allowing you to do anything. His hands go under your shirt, feeling your warm skin beneath his fingertips. “You’re early. Missed me, didn’t ya?”When you feel him go for the hooks of your bra, you push him lightly, making him stop.
“Slow down, Toji. I don’t want to be fucked against the door.”
He rolls his eyes, “Forgive me, I didn’t know I was screwing royalty.”
You shove his hands away from you, your expression showing utter disappointment.
“Fuck you. I don’t have to do anything for you. Keep the stupid bra.”
He grabs your wrist as you reach for the doorknob.
“No, wait. I was just messing with you, kid. You don’t really want to leave, do you?” He’s thinking with his dick. The rock hard one that’s outlined in his pants, poking at your thigh.
You drop your hand, his hand still around your wrist. “I don’t want to stay if you’re just gonna be a jackass."
“It’ll be good. Come on.” He pulls you along with him to the room.
You enter the room, and it’s as empty as you remember. No photos on the walls or on his dresser. The most prominent thing being his TV mounted on the wall.
“I don’t understand why you keep calling me back here. You talk to other women, and I have no doubt in my mind that you’re messing around with them, too.”
You sit down with Toji at the end of his bed. He chuckles, his hand caressing your face. “You’re my favorite.”
“It’s wrong, Mr. Fushiguro.” You ignore the look on his face after hearing you call him by his last name. “Do you ever think about Megumi? He’s my best friend, not to mention, your son.”
“My son’s got one hell of a best friend. So fuckin’ hot.” He brushes your breast with his hand, his lips going for your neck as his hands continue their wandering.
“I don’t love you, I hope you know that.” You shut your eyes, engulfed in the sensation of his rough hands on your skin. You feel his kisses get harsher against your neck, luring a hiss.
“That’s okay, doll.” He chuckles, his breath hitting the side of your neck. “You don’t have to love me to let me destroy your pussy.” His hand trails down from your chest to your stomach before dipping into your pants. He feels the lace trimmings of your panties and goes beneath the layer, his fingers meeting your folds within seconds. “So wet already. You sure you’re in not in love with me?” He teases, a grin playing on his lips as he glides his middle finger between your slit.
Your chuckle blends with a moan. “It’s always like that when I see Megumi.”
“You’ll be waiting a while, princess. That boy lacks my personality.”
You gasp as his finger makes its way inside you, slowly pumping in and out. “Oh, thank god. He’s perfect.”
Toji’s lips purse in a form of annoyance. “We can stop talking about that little shit, now.”
“You jealous?” You giggle. The laughing stops and your heart pounds when you’re pushed back onto the bed.
“You think you're funny, huh?” You’re completely surrendered to Toji, your arms up and pinned by his hands.
Your pussy clenches around nothing, partially from the lack of touch, partially from the vulnerability of your position. You’re nervous, but you still manage to utter out, “Then why aren’t you laughing?”
He oughta fuck the sassiness out of you. You must really want Megumi to catch you in the act.
“Keep it up, sweets. Really want to hear you talking like this when I don’t let you cum.”
You go silent as your own decision, but the reminder that you’re there voluntarily sits in the back of your mind.
“You’re so pretty when you shut up. Love when you listen.” He grins, his hand cupping your jaw loosely.
He leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. It’s not loving at all. Not with the way he bites your lip and tugs on it as he pulls away, leaving saliva and a sting on your lip that makes you wonder if he nicked you.
He exhales through his nose as if contemplating what to do with you now that you’re in his reach. There’s a lazy grin etched on his face, and he’s staring you down, taking in the clueless look on your face.
“Take it all off.”
You crack, a chuckle leaving you. What is so funny? He expects you to display yourself for him like he’s the one doing you a favor. The least he could do is peel the layers of clothes off of you.
“Forgive me, didn’t know I was in the presence of royalty,” you bite, mimicking his phrase from earlier. “The least you could do is take it all off for me.”
“Fucking hell.” He sits you up, grabbing the end of your shirt and pulling it up swiftly over your head.
You blink, a smirk on your lips when you see Toji’s deadpan expression.
“So lucky I love your tits.” For a second he was talking to them, not you. “So warm and soft and perfectly made to hold.” Once again you are pushed down onto the bed. He pulls his shirt off and takes off his sweatpants, tossing them somewhere in the room before laying over you, his eyes targeting your breasts. He pulls the cups of your bra down, allowing your breasts to spill out and display their malleability. “You’re killing me, mama.” His tongue licks a stripe over your right nipple, his fingers coming up to roll it in circles until it’s hard. “How can you keep this from me? Hm?”
Your breathing is shaky as he continues on abusing your boobs. You swear you could keep him there until you want to leave if you really wanted to. You wouldn’t even have to touch him anywhere near his dick and he wouldn’t notice.
“That feel good, pretty girl?” He only asks because he can feel your stomach quivering against his abs.
“I-I need more.” Your fingers run through his black locks, gripping somewhat as he just continues to lap at your stiffened buds. You could cum with just enough friction.
“You want me to fuck you?” He grins, looking down at you like you’re the pathetic one in this situation.
“Fuck,” you moan, loving the friction of his thigh between your legs. “C-Come on,” you mutter to yourself, chasing that shockwave of pleasure before Toji takes it away. He listens to the little pants and huffs you let out as you continue to roll your hips against his thigh, watching the way look around the room because you can’t even look him in the eyes from how flustered you are.
“That’s enough.” His hands easily put an end to what would have been a crushing orgasm. His hands push down on your hips. He thinks the way your thighs tremble is adorable, and your ragged breaths are even cuter. “Trying to get off on my thigh when my dick is right here? That’s the dumbest thing you’ve done so far.” He leans down, inches away from your face. “I know you were about to cum,” his voice goes sultry. He speaks enticingly, causing your pussy to flutter. “But, I can’t have that yet, doll.”
He kisses your chin, going down the column of your neck where he takes the opportunity to litter the area with rose colored marks.
“Why are you covering me in hickeys? It’s like you want Megumi to find out about us.”
“I want you to see them whenever you’re alone," he murmurs into your skin. "I know you’ll touch yourself to the memories of today.” He feels the way your nails sink into his biceps, causing him to look up at your slightly irked expression. “Don’t be ashamed, ma. I have my moments, too.” His hand reaches back down to play with your pussy again, his mouth now at your ear’s level. “You know what I really love to think about?”
“Oh,” you gasp. “W-What?”
“How easy it is to get you wet. Just gotta be close to you like this,” his middle and ring finger rub up and down your slit, slowly driving you crazy.
You whimper, closing your thighs around his hand. “Greedy as ever. Won’t even let me give you what I want without you taking more.” There’s a wicked grin plastered on his face, anyway. There’s a part of him that loves this greediness from you because it means that a part of you wants him, even with all your little fits.
"K-Keep—oh my god." You can't even get through your sentence when he starts kissing your neck while he continues rubbing your cunt.
"Hm?" He mumbles against your skin, slowly moving down towards you chest again.
"G-Go, keep going! I... I," you moan, only to be left panting with dissatisfaction.
"You're not gonna cum from my fingers, if that's what you think is happening." He raises his gaze to look at your teary eyes. "You gonna cry?" It makes him smile like the little sadist he is.
"Of course not," you say, blinking a tear away. "It's not like you didn't edge me three times already."
"You're just an impatient little princess. Wonder how my brat will handle this attitude from you."
It's a constant push and pull between you and Toji. He likes the challenge of making you submit because you like pushing his buttons when he wants to take his time.
You gasp when his thumb runs through your slit again, the rough pad giving your clit a couple rubs before pulling away again. It makes him chuckle, the way you tense at his touch.
"You're not that touch deprived, are you?" He puts a hand on each side of your head, leaning down to watch the flustered response your dumb little brain comes up with.
"You're the one messing with me." You huff, putting your hands on his chest.
"Don't you masturbate?" He asks, grinning at the tension that returns to your body at the question. "Touch yourself until you cum so hard that your brain goes numb?" He whispers in your ear, making you tremble. He teases your breasts, his fingers brushing them until you start squirming.
"I-I do," you stutter out.
"Yeah? What gets you going? Who's on your mind?"
He is a lot of the time. Occasionally, it's Megumi, but because most of the time he's so sweet to you, you find it a little hard to sexually fantasize about him. Whereas his dad looks at you like you're something he can pin down so effortlessly, and now has proof that can do it, too. When you go over to his house to study with Megumi, Toji watches you so intently, and you can feel his gaze like a laser pointer aimed between your brows. You can't admit that to him, though. His ego will burst from how inflated it is. You also want to see the look on his face when he you tell him that Megumi is what you think about.
"Megumi."
He lets out a deep chuckle. You can see the irritation on his face. It's something that makes you grin.
"We'll see if you're still thinking of him in a minute."
The precum on the front of his boxers is now visible, something that makes your heart beat so fast. He sees the way you look at the bulge in his boxers— half amazed, half scared. Now that managed to boost his ego regardless of you trying to throw him off earlier. You almost choke on your spit when he takes his boxers off. Your eyes go wide for a second, and your heart starts threatening to jump out of your chest once he gets back on the bed.
"H-How?" You ask, looking at the cocky expression on his face. He knows exactly what you're wondering about.
"We've done it before, we can do it again." He kisses your knee, his hand trailing up your thigh. He thinks back to the first time he got you in his bed, and how your eyes twinkled at the size of his cock. He laughs quietly at the image before him. Same woman, same reaction.
"It's gonna hurt again." You say, as he gets closer, his cock grazing your thigh.
"Only for a second, and then we both get the best orgasm of our lives." His hand caresses your face, his thumb rubbing soothingly over the apple of your cheek.
"Okay, fine."
"Good girl," he almost purrs. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about you since the last time you were in his room. You were so tight, almost like you were brand new. The feeling haunted him for those two weeks. Whenever Megumi came home, he looked out for you, hoping that when you did tag along, you searched for him too.
You couldn't deny that him calling you a good girl sparked something in you. It was approval from someone older than you, someone who is very attractive and is in the middle of showing you how attracted they are to you.
"You ready?" He asks, rubbing the outside of your thigh soothingly.
You nod, and Toji gives your thigh a little slap. You laugh at the smirk growing on his face, knowing what he's on about.
"I'm ready," you confirm more clearly.
"Good. I'll go slow like last time."
You nod, nervous again. He runs the tip through your folds, watching your face as he teases you. You look like you're premeditating the pain, your brows slightly pinched as you wait. The tip finally slides in, luring a whine out of you.
"Shh... it's okay. We got it going." It's always hard for Toji to be slow and gentle when you look like that, but he does it so that there are more tears of pleasure than there are of pain. He pushes in a little more, listening to every sound you make. The little whimpers as he stretches you while he works to make you take more of him in, the sniffling as tears start to brim in your eyes.
"Good, so good," he praises. He leans into the crook of your neck, kissing, and leaving souvenirs of your time spent with him. He attempts to distract you from the ache of him pushing deeper by biting your shoulder just hard enough to focus on the new area of pain.
"Ow, f-fuck," you moan, one of your hands tugging at his hair while the other rests on the nape of his neck.
"Just a little more. Almost there," he says, stifling a groan. While you're trying to adjust to his length, he's trying not to bust in less than a minute because of how tight you're clenching around him. "It's okay," he assures, unable to hold back a chuckle when he sees the tears gliding down both your cheeks. He wipes them away with his thumb and leans down to kiss your lips, using this as another distraction from the last push. You gasp and try to pull away from the kiss once he pushes the rest of his cock in, but Toji kept his mouth latched to yours, swallowing every whimper and cry that came with your pain.
He finally releases you, instantly noticing the new color on your tear-stained cheeks. You're blushing over his kiss?
"Didn't know a kiss would rile you up so much." He chuckles, wiping a few more tears off your cheeks.
"You never kiss me like that."
He sees the stars formed in your eyes. It's kinda cute.
"Eh, anything to get you to focus on something other than me stretching you out." He looks away for second to kill the romance trying to seep into the situation.
You put your hands on his chest and slowly move them upwards to his shoulder. "That's all of you, right?"
"Right. Can I start fucking you now?" He wraps your legs around his waist to give him better leverage, and positions his hands at each side of your head.
"Do it. I want it."
You shook something inside of him with that one.
"You want what?" He asks, making sure he's in his right mind and not just hearing what he wants to hear.
"I want your cock, Toji. Wreck me again."
It made chills run up his spine to hear you say that, especially with the way your nails gently dragged up and down his shoulders.
He starts moving his hips, starting at a slow pace even if you didn't ask him to. He pulls out, then slowly pushes in again. Your little moans are adorable every time he pushes into you again. He's turning you into a flustered mess with how intently he watches you. You can hardly hold eye contact with him. His face is inches away from yours, memorizing the way your lip quivers after biting it. Then he hears something that takes him back to the first time you slept with him.
"M-More, Toji. Faster, please."
"Greedy as always, hm?" His tone is raspy as he tries to remain composed. Nonetheless, he complies with your wishes, picking up the pace. The new pace instantly makes your chest rise and fall quicker, panting at the pleasure being fed to you.
"H-Huh? How's that?" He groans. "Don't wanna break ya." He chuckles breathily.
"F-Fuck, so good. Just want you... w-want you to make me cum," you moan, your stomach quivering.
"Yeah? Want me to make you cum?" He coos. The way your eyes rolled back made his cock twitch inside you.
"You're so fucking big, I can feel you rearranging my insides."
Toji realizes you've reached the point where you're so fucked out that you start babbling nonsense. This is his favorite part because when you're not talking, your moans get louder and fill in the silence perfectly. Your moans go straight to his dick, making it just so much better.
"You're so pretty like this, all desperate for my cock."
"Toji," you moan needily.
He can hear his heartbeat in his ears. You have a twisted way of making his heart race over something that isn't cardio.
"Toji..." you repeat, your voice like slick honey. Your nails dig into his back when he prods at your sensitive spot, your hips rolling up against his thrust.
"Fuck," he groans. "What is it?" His grip tightens into a fist on the sheets.
"I just really like saying your name. Fuck, Toji," his name rolls off your tongue again, the sultry sound reaching his ears so quickly.
"I will cum right now if you say my name like that again."
You giggle, watching a bead of sweat glide down his temple. You wipe it away the way he wiped away your tears, and this flipped a switch inside Toji's head. He laces his fingers between yours and pins them above your shoulders. You feel even more vulnerable beneath him, and he can keep you pinned there for as long as he wants.
"You think that's funny, doll?" He presses his nose to yours. Your pussy clenches at his tone, but you have no choice but to fend for yourself against this god of a man. So, you nod and bat your lashes at him. "Say it again."
"Toji."
His thrusts quicken and you feel like you're inching closer towards this 'best orgasm of your life' he mentioned before.
"Again," he grunts. His eyes are so dark as they keep you locked in his gaze. His lips hover over yours, ghosting them as you follow directions.
"T-Toji..." you whimper, your cheeks getting hot again like before.
"God... say it again," he croaks. He is so close, his mind is clouded as hell.
"O-Oh my god, Toji." You gasp, digging your heels into his lower back. You arch your back, rolling your hips against the bed as you cum so hard that you feel you might make Toji's knuckles bleed with how hard you dig your nails into them. Your toes curl and your mind goes hazy for a second. You're grounded by the feeling of Toji still drilling your sensitive cunt, chasing his own end.
"Oh fuck, just a little longer. Please, sweetheart," he groans, burying his face in your neck. You could hear hear all his moans and grunts so close to your ear as he gets closer to his orgasm. It fueled your attraction to him like gallons of gasoline fuel explosive fires, and it really did feel explosive in the moment. He nibbles on your neck as he nears his orgasm. Your thighs tremble around his hips, your knuckles white from the tightness of your grip.
"O-Oh fuck.. Gotta pull out, doll... Let me pull out," he says, releasing your hands and moving quickly as the cum threatened to burst out of him and into you. The emptiness in your pussy felt strange because you were filled by him for so long. You instantly missed the feeling.
You watched the frenzied state he was in with stars in your eyes, the look on his face as he released thick spurts of cum all over his stomach. The stuttered cursing as he swiped his thumb over the slit of his tip to collect the dollop of cum left. He chuckles, breathlessly, upon turning his lidded gaze to you. "Whatcha thinking about?"
You sit on your knees, and wait for him to catch his breath before saying anything.
"What is it, pretty girl?"
"Can I?" You look at the thick substance on his thumb.
"Really?" He asks, a smirk on his face that practically calls you pathetic. You nod, so he raises his hand up to your face, the pad of his thumb smearing his cum all over your lips before lowering your bottom lip and allowing you to taste it off the digit. You lap at his thumb, wrapping your lips around it once you licked it clean.
"You're so fuckin' nasty," he says as his cock threatens to ask for another round with you. He can feel it twitching as you suck on his thumb. The warmth of your mouth and the way you maneuvered your tongue around him was driving him just a little crazy. He can't help but stare at your glossy, saliva and cum coated lips.
You pull away, immediately licking off the cum on your lips. "What?" You ask, when you notice the way he's looking at you. Looking like he's going to pounce on you again. He developed a similar twinkle in his eyes as you.
"I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have to say anything. You gave me a look," you tease.
He's quiet for a second, allowing you to read the expression on his face. "There's just no way you can do that to my kid."
You burst out in laughter, slowly making your way to the edge of the bed. You see all your clothes on the floor and quickly locate your bra.
He moves towards the head of the bed, and leans on the headboard. "You'll kill him if you do."
You keep giggling as you get dressed. "Aw, did you almost die?"
He chuckles at your jab and leans into it. "Saw my life flash before my eyes for a few seconds."
You sigh contently, "Good. Well, gotta go." You start towards the bedroom door.
Toji quickly wraps the sheets around his lower half, and shuffles over to you. "So, when will I see you again?"
Your hand remains on the doorknob. "You're funny." You giggle, shaking your head. You turn the doorknob and open the door.
Toji pushes it shut and keeps his hand pinned on the door. "Tell me you've had better sex." His enticing green eyes hold you down, and suddenly you're fluttering down there again.
"I've had better sex," you challenge.
"Mean it, princess," he argues, but the corner of his lip twitches, a grin forcing itself out.
"I hate you." Toji swears that's the sweestest voice he's ever heard. You unintentionally sugarcoated your sentence.
"That's what makes it so good." His hand releases the door and settles on your shoulder. "I wanna see you again."
"You're obsessed," you laugh.
"I'm gonna text you."
You open the door again, effortlessly as Toji stopped putting pressure on it. You walk out, and Toji only takes a couple steps out to follow you, given the status of his clothes. "Remember, it's gonna be a long wait for Megumi. I hope know that. Boy's got no type of awareness."
"I'll gladly wait."
"Wouldn't mind keeping you until then," he shoots, eyeing your frame from behind.
"You should really find someone closer to your own age, Mr. Fushiguro," you tease, a playful smirk resting on your lips. You wave goodbye not turning to look back at him. Toji returns to his room, dropping the sheets as soon as the door closed.
Megumi won't be home on Wednesday
Come keep me company
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uglypastels · 1 year
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wearing eddie’s hellfire shirt and him just sorta malfunctioning when he sees you >>>
no but you are so right!!
no explicit warnings?? morning after. kissing/making out. swearing.
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‘Baaaaabe’, Eddie groaned as he felt the other side of the bed lose its warmth. You had woken up a few minutes ago and told him you would be back in a second, yet many seconds passed. You still were nowhere to be seen… not that he did see anything as Eddie had his face burrowed deep into his pillow, trying not to wake up properly just yet. ‘Come back to bed; I miss you.’ His voice sounded muffled through the pillow, but it carried through the entire trailer. 
‘I’m coming, I’m coming,’ you couldn’t help but laugh as you jogged back into his bedroom. You were greeted with the sight of Eddie’s bare back, his arms spread wildly, his hair a nest atop his head. Your clothes were splayed all over the room, together with his, as a result of the night before. 
‘Are you there?’ he mumbled, shuffling around, not getting up just yet. ‘Stop staring and just get in here.’ His voice was so gravelly and coarse, having just woken up. 
‘I wasn’t staring,’ you denied the allegation, most definitely doing what you were being accused of as you leaned against the door, with the goofiest smile on your smile. You couldn’t believe that this got to be your morning, and it could become a regular thing, too. 
‘Yeah, yeah, and I’m not— is that my shirt?’ Eddie had finally rolled over and looked over his shoulder at you, and the sight of you standing before the bed immediately made him lose track of any of his thoughts. He rubbed his eyes open quickly. 
‘Oh, uhh, yeah. I couldn’t find my shirt, so I just took yours– I hope that’s alright?’ maybe you should have asked before just taking and putting it on. You were ready to apologise and take it off, but Eddie stepped in: 
‘Yeah, absolutely, sweetheart. Fuck— you look–’ he laughed sheepishly, completely lost for words. 
‘Look what?’ you couldn’t help but tease his rattled expression. Eddie just looked so cute when he was flustered. 
‘Just– ugh, there are no words.’ he grabbed for his chest, pouting dramatically. But you weren’t easily satisfied. 
‘C’mon, try.’ 
‘Will you at least get back in bed if I do?’ he bargained. 
‘I think that depends on what you decide to say next, isn’t it?’ 
‘Oh, you are cruel,’ he glared at you, to which you only responded with a shrug. Eddie laughed to himself. ‘You… are… just the most…oh fuck, please just come here.’ 
‘You’re lucky you’re cute, Munson.’ You rolled your eyes, walking over back to the bed. But even that took too long for Eddie’s liking, and he pulled you in by the arm as soon as he could reach you, making you fall right on top of him. His arms wrapped around you, hugging you tightly, kissing every inch of your skin accessible to him. 
‘All this because of a shirt?’ you asked, giggling, knowing fully well you could get so much worse about him for so much less. He kept kissing you but nodded at your question. 
‘Don’t you ever take it off,’ he said once he pulled away from your collarbone to look you in the eyes. ‘This might honestly be the hottest thing you’ve ever worn.’
‘A bit conceited, considering it's your shirt.’ you booped his nose with your finger, which Eddie tried to catch with his teeth before you pulled back. At this moment, you were sitting in his lap; legs draped over his from each side. 
‘You know what I mean.’ He kissed your neck a second after saying that, and you would have replied with something witty that might have ruined the moment because you would both burst out laughing, but his touch felt too good.
‘Ok, I’m getting a bit cold now; let me get back under.’ Much to Eddie’s protests, you got off his lap and slipped under the blanket. Eddie was, of course, quick to pull you into a tight embrace and made sure you warmed up quickly. Spooning you from behind in the early morning hours, you could fall back to sleep if it weren’t for the feeling that someone kept looking at you. 
‘Stop staring,’ you mumbled, poking him. 
‘Wasn’t.’ He mumbled right back, kissing your shoulder. ‘Logistically impossible from this angle.’ 
the end.
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haikyuuhoo · 5 months
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painfully obvious
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pairing: gojo x reader
wc: 1k
warnings: none, just some mutual pining between two blind high school love birds
a/n: I will always be soft for this man. He deserves the whole world.
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“Hey, buddy!”
Satoru pauses in his descent to his seat, holding his food inches above the table where you all eat lunch together. Normally, Satoru would relish the sound of your voice, would bask in that tone that sounds so excited to see him, but not today. No, today he can’t think about any of that because he’s hung up on that word, that nickname that sounds so absurd that he can’t help but let out an incredulous “Huh?” before he’s even finished sitting down.
Suguru chuckles at his best friend, and now it’s your turn to pause, finally noticing the way Satoru’s staring at you, eyes wide behind his sunglasses and eyebrows raised up so high they nearly disappear into his hairline.
“What?” you ask, eyes darting around the table at your friends. Shoko’s smirking beside you, looking at where Satoru’s finally sitting down and shaking her head.
Satoru presses his lips together, picking up his chopsticks and waving a dismissive hand. “Nothing, it’s whatever,” he huffs, beginning to eat his lunch with a dramatic pout on his face.
You turn in your seat to face Shoko, registering the way she tilts her head so her hair falls in a way to hide that she’s laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, nothing.” You can hear the grin in her tone as she stands up. “I’m gonna go for a smoke. Wanna join?” She gestures the pack toward Suguru and he wordlessly stands up, but you can still see the corners of his lips curving upward. “Be back in a few!” Shoko calls over her shoulder, and the two of them begin to walk away, leaving you and Satoru alone at the table.
You frown, turning your attention back to Satoru and his pout that has somehow gotten even more pronounced. “Did I do something wrong?”
He looks up at you, face a mask of seriousness before he loudly blurts, “You called me buddy!”
You reel back, eyebrows pinching together in confusion. “Okay, and? You’re my friend, did you want me to say ‘hey, asshole’ instead?”
Satoru groans, tipping his head back. “No, but I’ve been spending weeks hanging out with you and listening to the music you like and watching every show you mention and just fucking trying to show you that I like you and you just called me buddy! And that just proves that you don't like me, because you would never call someone you like buddy!”
You blink at him, frozen in shock and cheeks tingling with heat. “You like me?” The words barely come out as a whisper.
Satoru looks down at you over the tops of his glasses with another pout, this one much smaller and—honestly—much cuter than the one he was wearing earlier. “I thought it was pretty obvious,” he admits, and the low tone of his voice makes your stomach flip.
You play with your fingers nervously under the table. “I, uh— I guess I’ve just been so stressed out lately, you know, since we're going on missions practically every other day…” you trail off, waving your hand above your head. “I haven’t been sleeping well and I can barely focus anymore and… I guess I just didn’t notice,” you murmur.
He looks away. “It’s fine, I just— yeah. It’s not a big deal.” Satoru props his elbow on the table and puts his chin in his hand, doing his best to school his features into a mask of nonchalance. “I’ll get over it. Ya know, the whole being in the friendzone thing. Because that’s what we are—we’re friends! And it doesn’t need to be weird now, because we are friends, and we've always been friends, and I’ll just… yeah.” Silence falls between you two, and Satoru clears his throat self-consciously to cut through it.
And you push past your nerves, reaching across the table to gently tug on the edge of his sleeve so you can put your hand on top of his. “You don’t have to.”
His gaze cuts back toward you, letting you pull his hand down to rest on the table. “Huh?”
You close your eyes, and before the anxiety can overwhelm you, you say, “You don’t have to… ‘just yeah.’ We, um… We can be more than friends. I… I would really like that, actually. I just know you’re really friendly with everybody and I didn’t want to get my hopes up about anything so I didn’t say anything because I really like spending time with you and I didn’t wanna make it weird and make you want to stop hanging out with me because I miss you when we aren't on missions together and because I…” You swallow past the lump in your throat, doing your best to get the rest of the words out before your voice fails you.  “Because I like you. I really, really like you.”
Satoru’s eyes are wide by the time you’re done rambling, and he lifts his hand out from under yours so he can cup your face. “Can I…?”
And you open your eyes, shocked by how close he is to you, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you nod, and when you feel Satoru press his lips gently against yours, warmth floods your body. He’s gone nearly as quickly as he came, but now there’s a lovesick smile on his face as he looks at you, and the two of you barely notice your friends sitting back down, not until Suguru slaps his hand on Satoru’s back with a “Hey, buddy!” that makes you two pull apart.
Satoru scowls at him, shoving Suguru's shoulder so hard as he sits down that he nearly falls out of his seat, but Suguru's just laughing loudly at the way Satoru immediately begins whisper-shouting at him, things like "don't call me that!" and "nearly gave me a heart attack, you dick!"
Shoko knocks her shoulder against yours as she retakes her seat, a knowing smile on her face. “You know, both of you were so painfully obvious.”
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moonstruckme · 5 months
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hi lovely! can u write a one shot of poly!marauders with a tall fem reader? reader is the same height as rem but taller than James and sirius? thank you, it mean a lot bc there’s never really any tall readers!! <33
Thanks for requesting my love!
poly!marauders x tall!reader ♡ 840 words
“You look great,” James insists, sitting on the bed to pull his shoes on. 
Remus huffs, fiddling with his tie. “I look like a prick. I’m not made for posh clothes.” 
“Yes, you are,” you say, walking over and moving his hands aside to straighten his tie yourself. “James is right, you look handsome. Just because you’re not used to wearing a suit doesn’t mean it doesn’t look good on you.” You straighten his lapels, pressing a kiss to his frowny lips. 
“Yeah, it actually really suits you,” James says, laughing at his own joke. 
Remus scoffs, but his lips twitch. 
“Anyway, you can’t wear one of your sweaters to a formal event.” Sirius rolls his eyes, tying his own tie with practiced ease. “Then you’d really look like a prick, and horrifically out of place.” He looks at you, giving your dress an appreciative up-down. “Looking good, gorgeous…are those the shoes you’re wearing?” 
You glance down at your simple black ballet flats. “I was planning on it, why?” 
Sirius frowns, striding over to your side of the closet. “They’re not bad, but I thought you had some that would go better…here.” He squats, digging out a pair of heels. “Why don’t you wear these?” 
You feel your lips purse in distaste. You’d bought those shoes while riding the rush of a spontaneous and fleeting boldness. You haven’t worn them other than to try them on after you’d left the store. You’re taller than James and Sirius barefooted, but heels have you looking down upon all three of your boyfriends. You already feel too tall sometimes, and those shoes only make it worse, more noticeable; it feels like you’re taking up more than your fair share of space. 
“You want me towering over you all night?” you ask Sirius teasingly. “Jamie, why is this dinner so formal anyway?”
“Beats me.” He shrugs. “Guess they want to make it seem like a bigger deal. Or more official, or whatever.” 
“It is a big deal,” Remus says, sitting down next to James and toying with his curls. “You nearly won the world cup, love, that deserves a big event.” He looks at you. “And nobody minds you towering over us, darling. Wear the shoes if you like them.” 
You though you’d left that topic behind. “I don’t know,” you say, eyeing them in Sirius’ hand. “I don’t know if I feel like it.” 
Sirius holds them out to you. “Just try them on and see, yeah? I think they’ll really complement the dress.” 
You try not to sulk as you take them, sitting down on the bed to put them on. When you stand, you feel immediately awkward. It’s like you’re a lamppost rather than a girl. 
Sirius doesn’t seem to notice, whistling appreciatively. “Fuck, babe. Your legs look great in those.” 
You look down as though to fact-check him. Your dress doesn’t show much, but the heels do make the muscles in your calves more pronounced. Still, that’s hardly your priority. “I don’t know,” you say again. “I feel weird.” 
Remus tilts his head at you. “Why’s that?” 
You shrug, crossing your arms in front of you. “I just don’t know if I like being this tall,” you say. “People always stare at me when I wear heels.” 
“I’ll bet they do.” James raises his eyebrows at you. “You look killer, angel.” 
Your shoulders gravitate towards your ears, and you flush. 
“You do,” Remus affirms. “You should wear whatever makes you feel best, but if you’re not wearing heels because you get some extra attention…well, so what?” You blink, unused to such bluntness from him. “You’re lovely, and people are going to stare at you regardless. It’s up to you, of course, but I think you should lean into it.” 
Your heart constricts dramatically at the thought, but you force yourself to consider it, because honestly, Remus does sound sort of reasonable. It wouldn’t hurt you to begin working towards feeling more confident in heels, and a sit-down dinner seems like a decent place to start. 
Sirius offers you a hand, helping you up from the bed and guiding you over to the mirror. 
“You’re a fucking knockout, babe,” he says, and while his voice is light, there’s no hint of his usual teasing. “Wear what you want, but know that you look just as hot in heels as you always do.” 
You hesitate. “You don't mind that I’m so much taller than all of you in them?”
James makes a dismissive noise. “No complaints here,” he says. 
You look at Sirius, the shortest of the boys, but he only cocks an eyebrow at you. “I’m just getting closer and closer to tit level, sweetness.” You let out a shocked laugh, and he grins wolfishly. “Wear heels as tall as you like.” 
You roll your eyes. Lean into it, Remus had said. Okay. You can do that. 
“Alright, let’s go,” you say, heels clicking as you head for the door. “Move those little legs of yours, we’re going to be late.” 
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lemmetreatya · 1 year
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What’s Mine is Mine — Onyankopon x fem!Reader
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synopsis: jealousy isn’t usually what onyankopon wears, but tonight he’s wearing it like cologne on skin.
content: afab reader, slight dom!onyankopon, established relationship, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, cowgirl, car sex, they’re just goofy your honour
on the mission to try and make more people fall in love with this man!! we need more ony rep in this fandom puhleassse!! but for now idm being his sole cheerleader! regardless enjoy 🫶🏾💞
It wasn’t often that someone would find the guts to hit on you in Onyankopon’s presence. 
If you were somewhere public and your husband was with you, potential admirers more or less respected his proxemics and didn’t pursue. Still, despite your attachments at the hips, it didn’t deter everyone. 
“Get in the car.” 
The flashy beep of the man’s AMG sounded as he pressed the key for it to unlock. As soon as he reached the vehicle he opened the door on your side. 
Still lagging behind and reluctant to follow, you flailed your hands against your sides. 
“Ony, now you’re just acting up! Jealousies literally written all over your face—“
“I said, get in.”
Yes, it wasn’t often that someone would find the guts to hit on you in Onyankopon’s presence, but it also wasn’t often that someone would try, and that Onyankopon would get pissed at the effort. 
Tonight however, someone had tried it, and unfortunately happened to have caught him on an off mood.  
You stopped trailing behind Onyankopon, standing still within the carpark as you dared to be defiant. Your husband still had a hand on the door, waiting for you to get in, but he didn’t have the restraint to look in your direction. 
“Onyankopon, I hope you know that you’re being overly dramatic. Like it’s really not that deep.” You attempted. 
Despite you having a strong conviction about what you were saying, your words felt lost as you voiced them within the massive open space. Even the cold night air that was whipping against your legs felt stronger than your words. Your midi dress did no justice protecting you from the breeze. 
“He was just being friendly and you know that. Connies a good guy and he’d never go that far without playing it off as a joke — that’s his thing! He’s always joking around and being silly despite everyone around him.” 
You wrap your top limbs around yourself. For warmth, you run your hand up and down your arm due to the wind blowing stronger. 
Onyankopon still didn’t look at you. He only tapped his finger against the top seal of the opened car door. 
“I’m not gonna ask you a second time.” 
His voice was calm but low in pitch. That alone put the fear of God in your heart because you know he was anything but calm. 
At this stage you didn’t dare continue arguing with him. If Onyankopon said get in then you get in. 
A huff leaves your glossed lips once you walk the remainder of the way and slip into the passenger seat. As soon as your foot is lastly in the car, Onyankopon shuts your door with a slam. It was slammed a lot harder than it usually was.  
Onyankopon was clearly not happy. 
And if his clipped commands and door slam didn’t give it away, then the grumbling  complaints he spat to himself whilst he travelled to his side of the car should have given a hint. 
“Fucking think he is touching all up on my wife like that?…” 
Subconsciously your body slinks into the chair. Not out of fear for yourself, but for Connie, because you know he’s done fucked up this time. 
When Onyankopon gets into the car and shuts the door besides him, the first thing he does is get out his phone and starts rapidly texting away at the screen. For awhile, the only sound within the small space is the frantic clicking plops of his keyboard. You ignore it at first, because maybe he’s quickly catching up on any missed calls or texts he’s ignored whilst within the function. 
But it’s once you hear him mutter “and i’ll…fucking show you…what it means to…mess with my shit.” under his breath, that you realise that he wasn’t writing a work related text. 
“I hope you’re not threatening him over message—“
“I’ll do whatever the hell I want to someone who doesn’t know how to keep their hands to themselves.” 
A loud groan leaves your throat. 
You guess even a rather amicable and easy going man like him had his moments. 
“Baby, come on.” Your hand stretches out to rest atop his thigh as you soothingly rub it up and down his suit pants. “He really ain’t worth it.”  
Automatically, a defence in Onyankopon’s demeanour had broken down. You know it had because the tight knot that sat between his eyebrows started to dissipate. 
“That’s not the point,”
He retorts back, his thumbs still tapping at the screen albeit slower. 
“Connie knows not to push it with me, I’ve warned him about this before.”
A lot in you wanted to role your eyes because trust a man’s hubris to find a way to make everything about him. But you decide against it — the last thing you need was your husband to be mad at you too. With a soft squeeze at the meat of Onyankopon’s thigh, you pout over at him. 
“But it’s not like he did it to spite you. Connie ain’t got the brains to do that.” You chide. 
Onyankopon shrugs as his eyes stay focused on his phone, the blue glow reflecting onto his face within the navy-dark car. He lifts a hand to shake his wrist with an erred expression. 
“It doesn’t matter. Whether he intended to or not, he has spited me because he knows full well not to touch my shit.” 
Raising your eyebrows at his choice of words, you can’t but help let yourself smirk. Onyankopon was a possessive man in nature but never in practice — he liked what was his because he knew it was his, he never had to prove it. But with the way he was talking about you, as if Connie could ever be competition to him, made you see him in a different light. 
It looks like Onyankopon was definitely capable of showing jealousy if pushed too far. 
Sitting back, you glide your focus out of the windscreen, your hand still on his thigh. 
“He ain’t touching your shit now though. But then again, neither are you.”
Onyankopon pauses typing. 
He considers your words as they catch him off guard. Placing his phone down, he suddenly turns to you with an impressed expression. 
“Wait, that was actually a real smooth line—“
“It was a good one, right?—“ You cheese. 
“Yeah, like you actually got me there with  that.” 
The both of you chuckle between yourselves, giving the other a fist bump in the process. As the laughter dies down, Onyankopon cocks his head in a quick motion towards his side of the car.
“C’mere.” 
His voice is low like it was before but this time, there’s barely any guile lacing his words. It was this side of ‘calm’ you were waiting for — the light-hearted, love struck version. 
With glee, you’re shuffling onto your knees so that you could climb over the middle console and straddle your husband’s legs. It was never a comfortable fit; your shins always got caught up on the protruding plastic on the side of the car seats. But it was always worth it as you got to see the melting expression on your lover’s face. You’d suffer faint lines of ailment for him any day.
Even before his hands are squeezing the hold of your hips, Onyankopon’s words are tumbling out of his mouth with sincerity. 
“I’m sorry, baby.” 
You shook your head to assure him. 
“Nah, you good. I understand how you weren’t cool with that shit.” 
As your arms wrap between his neck and the headrest, you bend down to place a chaste kiss to the ball of his nose. Although suddenly, your demeanour changes.
“But don’t think you’re getting away with this though! Pulled me outta there like a madman, embarrassing the hell out of me, the fuck?” 
With a mild hump, your palm softly collides with the hilt of his shoulder. 
“Ow!” He shouts. 
“Ow?! That didn’t even hurt you.”
Onyankopon feigns pain as he makes a short loud wailing noise, his hand dramatically flying to where your palm had previously been. 
“Yes it did! Stop gaslighting me! Gaslighting is bad.” 
“Oh, shut—“ You pause, as you momentarily close your eyes and let out a sigh through your nose. “Whatever. Just make sure you find a way to make it up to me.”
“I’ll find a way, don’t worry.” Chides your husband as he leans forwards to surprise you with a kiss — his childish mood suddenly dissipating. 
You quickly accept his affection, your lips automatically pursing in result, but you full well know what he’s got planned in mind. 
“I’m not waiting till we get home for you to make it up to me in bed.” You muse. 
“Good think you’re not gonna have to wait.” 
You pull back to raise your eyebrows at the man but you don’t get the room to say anything else, not when he’s giving you a daring look whilst hooking your already raised midi dress further up your thighs. 
“Up.” 
He instructs, and you listen, because god you could listen to him all day. Slightly raising your ass off of his lap, you allow Onyankopon to pool your dress just above your stomach. Instantly, his hands are carefully caressing the skin of your belly. 
“I do mean it though,” He says as his thumb hooks onto the material of your thong. He quickly lets it go so that it can slap against your skin. “I’m sorry for how I acted tonight.”
“It’s okay, Ony.” You coo. 
Your hands move to caress at the back of his head, your fingers treading across his fade before he continues. 
“I was being a jealous man, you know? Dunno what came over me but…I knew acting out in front of everyone wouldn’t be right so I took you and left.” 
At this point, the man’s fingers had moved to stretching the long piece of your thong between your cunt, his watch trained on how your lips easily sucked them in. 
“Took me and left coz’ you don’t like to share?” You tease. 
“So I could have what’s mine all to myself.” 
His eyes flick upwards towards you but in a manner that could only express wanton lust. 
Hardly any sound passes your lips as Onyankopon moves your thong string to the side and breeches your pussy with two fingers. He swipes it just inside of your warmness but makes sure to keep his other hand sturdy on your hips. But alas, that’s all he does. Barely fingering you as he watches you closely to gauge your reaction. Once you’d had enough of his slow pedantics, you push for him more. 
“Ony, come on, man.” You dutifully huff as you rut yourself against him, your slick juices staining his hands “You’re supposed to be making it up to me.” 
“Mhm.” He hums as his eyes flicker with a glint of mischief. But once you realise he’s only teasing you, you huff once again. 
“Man, you’re so…” 
You attempt to lift yourself off of your husband but once you do, Onyankopons sliding his fingers in deeper. Unexpectedly, a sweet moan leaves your mouth as you pause where you are and look down at where his fingers disappear. 
“I’m so what?” He taunts. 
Nothing is able to leave your mouth in retaliation as you flick your eyes at him with a disgruntled expression. Still, you need him to know that despite him playing inside of you, you still weren’t up for games. 
“Annoying, Ony. You’re annoying.” 
Contrary to your words, angsty moans keep slipping from your throat and Onyankopon can’t help but grin slyly as his fingers continue to work in and out of you. He knows best not to engage with your taunts. 
“Riiiight.” 
Onyankopon’s palms is flat against the lips of your cunt — his fingers buried so deep they have nowhere else to go. As he curves his fingers towards himself, he feels your warm gooey walls clench around him.  
Then and there, the carnal desire he feels at your touch and tinkly moans alters his brain. He needs to have you. 
“Baby, get my cock out for me.” He says with forfeit. 
You comply without needing to be told twice. Your bottom lip is snagged between your teeth as you hungrily unbuckle Onyankopon’s trousers and tug his member out of his boxers. As predicted, it’s already semi-hard. 
From that alone, you already know he’s going to put it to good use. 
Your forehead is placed against his as he wordlessly introduces a third finger inside of your heat. It’s hard focusing on two things at once; keeping your legs sturdy enough for you to hover over him and trying your best to not combust too soon. 
“Don’t make me tell you what you need to do.” He smoothly states as he angles his chin towards his standing cock. 
Even in lust, you still try and give him cheek. 
“You don’t have to make me do sh-shiit.” 
Onyankopon doesn’t give you time to talk back, he’s over it. Instantly his thumb presses at your clit and you keen forwards. 
“Okay, okay, okay!” 
You mutter as one of your hand clamps down onto his shoulders. A giddy hum leaves your throat as you lean forwards to take hold of his dick with your other hand and stroke the length. As an appeasing gesture, you slot your tongue between his lips. 
Your husband entertains you just as well. A smirk still somehow decorates his face as he sucks at your tongue but the action is languid. Onyankopon watched you with a face of adoration as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your wet cunt. 
“Imma need you soon though…” You mumble against his lips. As your hand swipes over his glistening slit, his thighs tense. “Wanna feel you in me for real.” 
“Of course, boo.” He mumbles back with much assurity. 
Onyankopon pumps you a few times more before removing his fingers from inside of you. He brings them up between your faces and offers them to your lips. 
This, you don’t need to be asked to do. 
Like an automatic button had been clicked on, you obediently unlatched your lips from Onyankopon’s before engulfing his fingers with your mouth. 
Your Iris’ expanded even within the lowly dimmed car as you keep your husband’s eye contact. You lap and lick at his fingers with soft suckling, almost as if hungry to taste yourself. Unsurprisingly you can feel and hear Onyankopon’s breathing tighten and speed up. 
It was the small things that always got to him. 
“Look at you…” He coos with adoration. 
The man uses your distraction and his free hand to guide his dick vertical of your entrance, the head softly gliding between your silky folds. However, as soon as you feel the contact, you momentarily unlatch your mouth from your husband’s hands so that you could concentrate on guiding him inside of you. 
Onyankopon unhands himself but he’s  tormented by how lucrative your actions ate and your seeming willingness for him. 
As his cock breeches your opening, you’re holding back a moan. 
“God, this’ll never get old…” He mumbles.
Onyankopon’s head is laid back against the head rest as his eyes flutter shut and the ball of his throat is exposed. 
You take your time to sink down fully onto his cock. It’s definitely a difference, even with his three fingers previously in you, but eventually you take it. Despite the initial burn of his size, you work it through. You’ve done it many times before so whose to say you can’t now? 
Once he gathers his composure just a tad bit more, he opens his eyes in order to watch you diligently. 
“Whose you’se, baby?” Breathes your husband as he watches you adjust to him.
His hands find their way back to your waist as he squeezes at your flesh — a stimulant in trying to assimilate how good you feel around him. You mutter a curse underneath your breath before answering:
“Yours.” 
And the confirmation through the struggling speech brings an an illicit yet seemingly distressed grin to his face. Not as high and mighty as you were five minutes ago, huh?
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Onyankopon slightly shuffles himself down on the driver’s seat so that he could prop his legs up at an angle and gently thrust into you as he slightly lifts you over his cock. 
The first pull and sink almost makes you moan but you choke on the sound in your throat instead as you only letting out a pained whine. With your back arched, you attempt to ride Onyankopon in sync with his thrusts. If anyone was to simply walk past the front of the car, they’d instantly know what was going. 
Onyankopon can’t help but look up at you in awe, his eyes glazed over in hazed lust but full of an adoration only capable from a man in love. 
“My pretty smile, my pretty pussy, my pretty boo.” He mumbles up at you. “You’re all mine.”
“All yours.” You wetly breathe back before leaning down to lay your forehead just over his shoulder. 
The two of you slow fuck into each other with barely any words exchanged. Its all just a mush of breathing, moans and the beckon of each others name. 
Onyankopon lavishes his hands over the span of your ass cheeks when he’s close. 
“Baby…” 
“Mhm.” You mumble back because you know  the tell-tale signs of his impending orgasm, you can feel the way he holds you closer and practically asks your permission to finish.
As you lean back to angle him deeper inside of you, you half caress his neck and cheek.
“Promise me you won’t…say anything to him.” 
You don’t even have to mention a name for Onyankopon to know who you’re referring to. And you know he tries to fight it because you can feel his grip on your ass get firmer and his thrusts become more deliberate. His lack of reply is a sign of uncooperation. 
“C-C’mon, Ony. You…you have me right now…n-not him…you.” 
Onyankopon’s hooded eyes stay trained on yours.  
“Me.” He grunts. 
“Yeah, you baby. All yours. I’m all yours.” 
Those are the words that send your husband reeling over the edge. His thrusts stutter to a halt and his hip slaps flush against your ass as he gutturally moans into the concave of your neck. You walls clench around Onyankopon’s pulsing cock, the feeling of being filled up immensely satisfying. 
This is how he proves you’re his. 
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breeloveschris · 2 months
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If Only You Knew pt 5
Pt 4 Pt 6
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Reader
Summery: Y/n has the biggest crush on Matthew Sturniolo but Matt doesn’t know she exists until Y/n’s video goes viral and everyone tags him in it
Warnings: cussing
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Y/n’s pov:
I have the best idea, I just don’t know how the triplets will react to it. Nick looks at me with a smirk before yelling “well let it out already” with a little laugh. I sighed, “you know that tik tok sound? The one that says “I do not give 1 fucks 2 fucks red fucks blue fucks”?” I said with a shy smirk. Nia gasped loudly pointing at me. “Do it!” She said while standing up. “I’m gonna, but I think we all should be in it to show that obviously what happened wasn’t that deep between us.” I said looking at the triplets with hope.
Matt stood up shaking his head. Oh no. He didn’t like it, I just thought it would be funny. I sighed looking away. “Nah, we’re doing it on my account” Matt said with a big smirk making me smile and run up to him wrapping my arms around his shoulder while his hands snaked around my waist lifting me up a little. “Oh my god, I thought you were about to tell me you hated the idea” I said with a heavy smile making him shake his head with a laugh.
“Nah I actually love that idea, I mean I did the same when everyone saw who I was following on instagram” Chris said with a laugh as me and Matt pulled apart. “Yeah and I thought it was the funniest shit ever” Nick said pointing at Chris with yet another laugh. I laughed and grabbed Matt’s hand shaking it “we should do it now” I said looking up at him while he was looking down at me with a smirk. “Alright let’s do this” Matt said pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Matt sat his phone on the kitchen counter after finding the audio. He put the 10 second timer on and Everton stood in the camera me and Nia being in front. Me and Nia were kinda crouched so that the camera could see the boys and us perfectly. When the audio we all started to sing it out loud with dramatics. As the audio ended we all fell over laughing at how we were all in sync.
We ended up redoing it like 6 times due to me and Nia both hating how we looked and getting yelled at by the boys for taking forever. But we finally both agreed on one and Matt left it with no caption and just posted us making us all let out a laugh due to how chaotic this could be. I know I’m still probably gonna get hate not only because of what happened today but also because I’m standing in their house. But for Matthew Sturniolo it’s so worth it.
Chris ended up wanting to show Nia something in his room and Nick went upstairs to get ready to post today’s video because it was already 5. Which left me and Matt in the living room all alone. This is what makes me nervous. Being alone with him. I was jumped out of thought when Matt started talking. “Wanna look at the comments with me?” He asked looking at me from beside me a couple feet away. “Yeah, sure” I said while scooting down closer to him.
Matt opened his phone and went on tik tok going straight to the tik tok he posted 20 minutes ago. “Someone said that they were waiting for a post like this” Matt said laughing, “I don’t blame them, it’s ridiculous that I’m getting shit on for this” I said laughing while shaking my head. “Look someone asked why’d you let a freak in your house. Oh my god they called me a freak” I said throwing my head back with a laugh. These comments had me rolling.
I could feel Matt looking at me so I turned my head to the side noticing how close we were. I looked down at his lips seeing him smile I looked back up with a soft smile “what?” I asked softly still looking in his eyes. “I’m just impressed, like you’re not letting a single one of these comments get to you and I’ve seen some nasty ones” he said shaking his head. “Yeah well, when one of them come up to me in person and says it to my face, I’ll start taking these comments seriously” I said shaking my head. “These people don’t know me, they’re basing my whole personality on a video that got cut up” I continued with a shrug.
Matt shakes his head with a smile. I let out a small laugh, “I mean seriously? A freak? They can come up with better let’s be for real” I said with a laugh. Matt just shook his head pulling out his phone and opening tik tok. The first video on his fyp being an edit of me making me grin. “So, you’ve been watching edits of me?” I asked grinning. He just shrugged, “so many people tag me in them saying “look Matt it’s your girl” and now they’re all over my fyp” Matt said with a small laugh.
“Your edits are on my fyp too not even gonna lie” I said looking everywhere but him. I really need to go and delete my “babydoll 🤤” folder. I can see that he side eyed me from the corner of my eye, “why the hell are you side eyeing me” I asked with a raised eyebrow still not looking at him. “Because you won’t look at me” Matt said with a smirk which I just shrugged too. Matt grabbed my chin and pulled my face over so it was facing his. He just woke up the zoo in my stomach.
My eyes widened and my face turned slightly red making Matt smirk, his hand still on my chin. “Yo?” Chris yelled, turning the corner of the stairs making Matt drop his hand looking back at Chris. “What?” Matt said in a monotone voice, “what the fuck was that?” Chris said with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk. “Why the fuck were you in your room with Nia for so long?” I said moving my head to the side with raised eyebrows so Matt didn’t have too. “At least we didn’t look like we was about to kiss” Nia said raising her eyebrows.
“Okay and what’s on your neck? Yea okay, don’t talk” I said with a smirk making her blush and look away. Matt and Chris let out small laughs. “We should really be getting home” Nia said with a sigh. “I don’t wanna go” I said with a pout. “Aye fix that bottom lip” Chris said pointing at me making Nia and Matt laugh. I threw my body to the side so I was laying down side ways on the couch. Matt patted my leg before speaking, “cmon guys I’ll drive you guys to your car” he said while standing up. I just groan and sit up.
“Do we have too” I said crossing my arms while standing up. “We didn’t even get to say bye to Nick” I said with a raised eyebrow. “Why don’t you wanna leave” Nia asked with a laugh, “i don’t know, I just like it here” I said with a shrug making Matt smile and Chris let out a soft laugh. “It’s not gonna be your last time here Y/n/n” Chris said with a sweet smile which I rolled my eyes at that. “Your only saying that cause your gonna invite Nia back over so y’all can makeout or whatever the fuck again.” I said side eyeing him.
“Uh oh, sassy Y/n is back.” Matt said with a grin making me let out a breath. “And you will for sure be back, Matt’s crushing hard” Chris said sending a wink to Matt who rolled his eyes. “Ignore him, he’s a bit delusional” Matt said sending a glare to his brother who was still smirking. I just let out a small laugh walking over to my shoes. “But you will be invited because Nick already loves you and I think you’re pretty cool” Matt said with a soft smile. I just smiled in return and put my shoes back on.
The four of us walk downstairs to the garage, Chris and Nia having small talk behind Matt while I was trailing behind them. I knew I was thinking way too much about the looks Matt was giving me. But honestly I’d rather be friends than nothing. So being in the friend zone is where it’s at i guess.
YIPPIE 🙌🏼  (I pranked y’all)
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morganski-19 · 30 days
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The One with the Stolen Clothes
 Eddie walks into Steve and Robin’s apartment to bother them, because he’s bored, and Robin dramatically gasps. Then throws a ball of paper at Steve when he walks out of his bedroom.
“What the fuck was that for?” he asks, thoroughly confused.
Robin gestures over to Eddie with wide eyes. Steve raises an eyebrow, still confused. Eddie just looked between the two of them, trying to decipher what they are silently communicating. Robin rolls her eyes.
“Eddie, where did you get that shirt?”
Eddie glances down at his shirt, having just pulled it out of the laundry basket before walking over here. “The laundry basket on the couch. Why?”
“No, like what place?”
He shrugs. “Thrift store probably, I don’t listen to this bad, but the logo’s cool.”
Robin dramatically stands up. “I knew it. That’s my shirt.”
Eddie makes a confused face. “How would your shirt end up in my apartment?”
Steve’s eyes widen. “I think I know. Remember when you stayed over here a few nights ago, and you borrowed some of my clothes. You said that you would wash them and then return them, but never did. I’m pretty sure that was the shirt you borrowed.”
“Huh, guess so. Sorry Buck, I’ll have to wash it again before giving it back to you.”
“Yeah fine, whatever,” Robin groans.
Steve snaps, like he just made a big realization. “That’s why you threw the paper at me.”
“It always come back to you stealing shit out of my closet.”
“Not my fault you like to wear baggy shirts.”
“You still wear it even if it’s not baggy,” Robin raises her voice. “Half my closet is stuff that you stretched out.”
Steve huffs. “That is so not true. And you steal my shit all the time, it’s like our thing.”
“Not when you lend someone else my clothes,” she points to Eddie, bringing him back into this conversation. “And I don’t care if it’s not washed, I’d like it back.”
Eddie shrugs. “I’ll go change then.”
He leaves the apartment and returns to his own. Nancy giving him an odd look when he walks through the door.
“Is that you’re shirt?” Nancy asks, sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop.
“Apparently not. It’s Robin’s.” Eddie goes to his room to change, double checking that this shirt is actually his.
“How’d you end up with Robin’s shirt?” Nancy asks, turning her head to the hall when a loud scream is heard from the other apartment.
Eddie matches her expression, thinking it’s probably not a good idea to go over there again. “Steve accidentally lent it to me. Apparently, he steals her clothes a lot.”
Nancy hums. “Yeah, it’s been a problem for years. But she does it to. When I roomed with her in college, she would steal my sweatshirts all the time.”
“I’m still surprised you guys didn’t date back then. You practically were from the sound of it.” There’s another scream from the across the hall. “Should we intervene?”
“Nah, they’ll be fine. We probably would have dated in college if I knew I was bi back then. But I didn’t, so we sort of missed it.”
Eddie faces Nancy. “And now?”
“Now,” Nancy says, still facing the door. “Whatever we might have had back then is gone. Robin and I are just friends. All we’ll ever be.”
“Are you saying that because you believe it, or because you think Robin doesn’t like you back.”
“Because I believe it. What we have,” Nancy takes a deep breath. “I’d rather be her friend forever than risk losing her to some shitty breakup. I almost lost Steve when we broke up in college, and then Jonthan when we broke up two years ago. I got lucky twice, I’m not risking being lucky again.”
Eddie sits down next to Nancy at the table. “But are you really going to stop yourself from trying. Maybe this time, you won’t have to be lucky. Everything could work out.”
“Are you still holding yourself back after your dick head of an ex-boyfriend broke up on you?” Nancy asks already knowing the answer.
“Got me there. When did life get so complicated?”
Nancy huffs. “Life was so much easier when we were in high school. The biggest thing we had to worry about were classes and shitty after school jobs. Not this.”
“Remember that hiding spot we found in the library?”
“Yeah,” Nancy smiles. “Right behind the non-fiction isle by the teachers lounge. Everything felt better there.”
“Do you ever wish you could go back in time, just for life to feel simpler again? Or to change something in hopes it would make your future better.”
“Sometimes. I think if I did, the one thing I would change is us falling out of touch. Everything else, I think was just fine enough.”
Eddie plays with his rings. “I’m sorry that I stopped reaching out when you went off to school. Just felt like you didn’t need me anymore, with all your new college friends and classes and shit. You didn’t need me dragging you back to that town. You were so much better than them.”
“I’m sorry I let you. Wasn’t just you’re doing. I wanted to separate as much from home as possible, you just happened to be in the crossfire.”
Robin bursts through the apartment door, finding Eddie with a glare. “My shirt,” she demands.
“Right, here,” he tosses her the shirt and she leaves. “We really need to start locking that door.”
Nancy winces. “Yeah. Why’d Steve lend you the shirt anyway?”
“Not the reason you think. We were too high and tired to stand up fully, so he just let me stay over.”
“Damn, thought you two were done being stupid.”
Eddie laughs. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen until you and Robin stop being stupid.”
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d0youc0py · 25 days
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I’ve been seeing so much ex husband price stuff on here and it’s making me drool. So I’m contributing some ex husband/not divorced yet but taking a break for vague reasons but you both still deeply love each other TF 141….Also this is sappy, dramatic and not accurate character portrayal—just let me live in denial!
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“Johnathan, it’s 1 am.” You groaned, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes.
“Go back to bed, Honey.” He muttered back quickly. You shot him a glare at the term of endearment. He was balancing a flashlight between his teeth, his back mostly turned to you.
“Are you fixing that window?” You questioned, turning on the overhead light. He must’ve not wanted to wake you. He took the flashlight out of his mouth, looking over his shoulder at you. His chest swelled at the sight of you in one of his shirts. It took every ounce of self restraint not to wrap you up in his arms. “I told you over the phone I hired someone to come and fix it.” You yawned.
“And have some stranger traipsing through the house.” He huffed. You watched as his arms flexed at even the slightest movements. You hated these moments of weakness. It was the same reason why you couldn’t fall asleep unless you were wearing one of his shirts. Or the same reason you would light a cigar like it was incense. The same reason why you always answered his daily calls. Then you’d remember why you wanted a divorce in the first place. It always felt like someone dumping cold water on you.
And thats exactly how you felt now.
“That’s not your problem anymore, John.” You reminded. His blood ran cold. Yet he kept up his unbothered appearance.
“Never a problem, Honey.” He assured, still keeping his back to you. You sighed running a hand over your face.
“I just- I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to just show up whenever you want. It’s my house right? That’s what you agreed to. It’s not just some motel you can show up at whenever you want to feel needed.” You spat. His body was still and ridged. His teeth ached from the tight clenching of his jaw and the pain in his chest was wince worthy.
“I know.” He said slowly. “I just want you to know I’ll always take care of you, Honey.” He began to turn towards you but stopped himself. He couldn’t stand to see the look on your face.
“I don’t need you to take care of me, John.” You continued. “I was able to survive before you and when you left me every other month.” You don’t know why you were being so forceful with him. Maybe it was because you hadn’t physically seen him in a few weeks.
“Well maybe I’m not doing it for you, hmm?” He shot back, finally facing you. His eyes were just as red the day you walked out of the lawyers office. “You made your decision, but that doesn’t mean you just stopped being the most important thing in my life. So yeah, I’m going to drop by if I feel I need to because I vowed to always take care of you and no fucking paper you make me sign is going to take that away from me. If you don’t like that you can get a restraining order.”
He didn’t even have a moment to catch his breath before your hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss.
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“Hey, Cap.” You smiled into your phone. Calls from Price were kinda common- he just liked to check up on you here and there, but you could tell by the sigh on the other end this wasn’t going to be about you.
“Hey, Kiddo.” He started. “I catch you at a good time?” He questioned.
“Yeah, just watching TV. Everything alright?” You questioned back. There was another sigh on his end, and it sounded like he was taking a drag of his cigar.
“No one’s hurt.” He was trying to pick his words carefully. “It’s ’bout Simon, though.”
“Okay.” You responded slowly. Just the mention of Simon’s name had a small tremor rise in your body. It’s not like you had gone no-contact with him. He called you a few times a week just to ask if you needed anything, if anything in the flat needed to be fixed, or just to make sure you locked all the windows before going to sleep. “You’re building up a lot of suspense here, Cap.” You offered a fake chuckle.
“Sorry.” He paused again and you wanted to rip your hair out. “He’s just- I know it’s really none of my business what happened between the two of you but he’s not doing good, Love.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s doing fine work-wise. But I’m worried about him personally. He’s droppin’ weight, smoking a couple packs a day, drinkin’ when he knows he’s not suppose to be. When he’s not doing that he just sits and stares. Johnny has to check his pulse sometimes.” It was his turn to offer you a chuckle. Another pause and drag. A few fat tears rolled down your cheeks and Price ran a hand over his face when he heard you sniffle. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but I also know you would get after me if I didn’t. Now you don’t owe him anything, but I think just a call from you would help him out a lot.”
“You think he’s doing this because of me?” You whispered.
“Course.” Price responded immediately. He cringed at himself. “What I mean to say is, you’re that man’s ‘reason.’ You get what I’m saying? Men like me and him need a reason. A reason to come home. A reason to be better. A reason to just get our asses out of bed at the crack of dawn. Like I said you don’t owe him anything, Kiddo, but I think just hearing your voice would do him some good.”
“Thank you, Price. For looking out for him and me.” You said sincerely.
“It’s what I get paid for.” He shot back with a laugh. You rolled your eyes, pressing the big red button after a ‘goodbye’. Your swollen eyes raked over the wedding photos you still had hanging in the living room. You couldn’t not call him. You wondered how long he’d been acting like this. Had he been doing it the whole time you had been separated? You rubbed at your eyes working up the courage to press his contact in your phone.
It only rang once before he answered.
“You alright?” He asked quickly.
“Yeah.” You replied, taking a deep breath. “Just calling to check in.” You said slowly. You heard him breathe a sigh of relief.
“Checkin’ in on me?” He repeated. Your heart ached at the thought that he seemed to think you didn’t care about him.
“That okay?” You urged. He hummed in agreement. “If your busy I can call bac”-
“Not busy.” He cut off. “What’ve you been up to?” You heard some shuffling and it sounded like he was getting into bed. You wondered what time it was wherever he was in the world.
“Nothing too interesting. I got a new cat! She’s an older tabby who’s seen some things, but she’s a Sweetheart.” You rambled on smiling.
“She probably thinks she’s in heaven with you.” He snickered. You giggled at his words and his eyes shut tightly trying to soak up every second of it.
“Simon, is there anyway when you get back you could help me move in a new cat tower? They’re all fighting over the one we have.” Using the word ‘we’ had just become habit when talking to Simon. You didn’t even realize you had said it. But you using that word was all the ‘reason’ he needed.
“Of course. I’ll be home Wednesday. That work for you?” His heart was beating out of his chest like it did the very first time he asked you out on a date.
“That’s perfect. I’ll see you then, Si.”
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*inaccurate medical rules*
Your leg bounced up and down nervously, your eyes about to burn a hole in the pale blue curtain. You were in an accident- not a major one, but you did receive a concussion.
Johnny was still your emergency contact and according to the nurses he was more than willing to pick you up.
“He’s not entirely my husband.” You began. The nurse raised his eyes from the clipboard for a split second before shrugging.
“Says it in your file and he’s still your emergency contact. He’s already on his way, but do you have anyone else we could call?” His tone was bored and you wondered how many times he had to have this conversation a day. You slowly shook your head. “Well we can’t just let you leave by yourself.” He sighed.
“I know, but I filed for divorce. He just refuses to sign it. Doesn’t that count for anything?” You pleaded. The nurse gave you a sour look.
“I can change your emergency contact so in future accidents he won’t be contacted.” You furrowed your brows at his choice of words.
“Hopefully there won’t be anymore accidents.” Your body stiffened at the all too familiar voice. The curtain was drawn back revealing your husband. He gave you a soft smile and you hated the way it settled your stomach.
“Yeah right, so change your emergency contact or no?” The nurse piqued up. You shut your eyes tightly, shaking your head side to side. You wished the floor would swallow you. The nurse looked between you and Johnny before giving you two some privacy.
“I’m sorry about all this, John.” You sighed standing up. “They wouldn’t let me leave without someone signing for me. If you could just walk me out, I can call an Uber.”
“John?” He repeated, in a whisper. It was probably just intended for himself. His chest tightened. No nicknames. He partly hoped that this experience would’ve softened you. Made you happy to be alive. Make you want to wrap your arms around him and call off the whole ‘divorce’ thing. He can picture all the times you sprawled out on his chest, whispering into his skin how safe you felt with him. Now here you were inching yourself away from him like he would ever hurt you. “I’d rather take you home.” He pressed.
“It’s seriously okay John”-
“Enough with the formalities.” He snipped. Your eyes widened and he groaned at his mistake. “You’re discounting everything we’ve been through together. Treating me like some stranger.” He growled out.
“Well what am I suppose to do? Hmm? You want me to call you ‘Mac’ again. Or any of the other ridiculous nicknames I made up for you? Well I’m not going to do that! You were good to me for so many years, Johnny- please don’t think I have forgotten that. But this last year it’s like I haven’t even existed to you. You’re taking every single job that is thrown your way like you don’t even want to be with me anyone, so I’m just doing what you do obviously want but aren’t going to say.” Your voice shook and tears dropped from your eyes, but you held your ground. His jaw clenched tightly, his eyes red from holding back what you had already given up hiding.
“You think I want this? I”-
“Hey, as much as this has been the highlight of my week, we actually need your bed back.” The nurse interrupted, peaking his head through the curtains. Your flushed but nodded your head in understanding. Johnny was hot on your trail following you out. The cold air felt nice against your heated body and you turned to Johnny waiting for him to make the first step.
“I’m sorry for gettin’ on you in there.” He sighed. He shifted on his feet. “I just miss you.” His eyes refused to meet yours knowing it would cause him to break. He opened and closed his mouth trying to find the words to how desperately he wanted you in his life.
“For a man who loves to talk you sure are having a hard time.” You sniffled, wiping at your still streaming eyes.
That was all he needed to let it out. It was sloppy and unfiltered, but yet it shattered your world and everything you thought you knew about the man and how he felt about you.
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You saw him at the store. It wasn’t the first time you had run into him- actually you two seemed to be bumping into each other all over the place. And without hesitation every single time he would flee the scene like you were some bully from high school he ran into. The same thing happened tonight. You both turned into the same aisle, stared at each other for a moment, then he dropped his basket and charged out the door.
You had already made up your mind weren’t going to let him go this easy.
You rushed after him, at a speed walk pace.
“Kyle!” You shouted after him in the parking lot. He was just opening the door to his sleek black car, one of his feet inside already. He paused for a moment, before sliding into the drivers seat. You were able to grab the door handle before he shut it on you.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” He growled, beginning to tug the door back. Your hand gripped the car door and he quickly faltered not wanting to slam it shut on your fingers.
“Just let me talk, please?” You begged. Those same brown eyes that you had spent the best part of your life staring into bore coldly into yours. “I just- We keep running into each other. I just think it’s silly that we keep avoiding each other.”
“Not silly.” He shot back without missing a beat. “You don’t want me anymore, remember?” Your heart dropped.
“Ky, that’s not true”-
“Fucking save it, Y/N. You’re the one who wanted to take a break. Why don’t you just divorce me and get it over with already.” He spat. His face curled in a way that made you want to die.
“Is that what you want?” You asked quietly. He ran his hands up and down his face.
“I’m tired of your games, Lovie.” His voice held no warmth. “I want my partner back. The same person who I vowed to spend the rest of my life with. The same person I vowed to love and protect- but that person doesn’t even seem to be you anymore. I couldn’t imagine just cutting you out of my life the way you did to me. And the fact that you were able to do it fucking terrifies me. Just call me when you figure your shit out.”
He shut the door and you let him.
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itsjusthockey · 24 days
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Maria - Jack Hughes (pt.1?)
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I’m back from the dead. It’s spring break
Part 2?????? (prove to me u want it)
I’ve missed you guys. Enjoy
w.c: 1,218 (credit to gif maker) (don’t steal my work)
In the year and a half of your life that you spent dating Jack Hughes, you found out that he was great at two things. One, he’s nasty with a puck. Two, he’s fucking fantastic at pissing you off.
Six days post break up, you learn that he still dramatically possesses this particular set of skills.
You’re trying your absolute best to ignore the set of blue hues that you currently feel burning into the back of your skull. You know he’s watching, and you know he knows that you’re avoiding.
“He’s not being very subtle, is he?” Claire, your fellow media personal and work best friend, motions her head toward Jack.
You offer a tight-lipped smile. “No, but that’s never been his MO.”
She gently pats your shoulder twice, and you force yourself to focus on the task at hand. You’re technically on the clock, and you have duties to attend to.
You try to blackout and put yourself in the headspace that you and Jack aren’t even on the same planet, let alone the same red carpet-event. So you grab out your phone, plaster on a wide and grateful smile, and look for the man you actually came for.
You and Claire spot Mat making his way toward the entrance to the All-Star events, stopping to sign a few photos and greet some fans. You watch him throwing smiles left and right, and when he finally escapes, he sees you two standing with your phone and all but rolls his eyes.
He makes his way over to you, letting you both film some media, and once you’re satisfied with what you've got, you both place your phones down. The second your job is done, you are no longer distracted, and you feel yourself tensing up a bit.
“Do you wanna start drinking?” Mat asks, noticing your state.
You bark out a laugh, and once your boss gives the all-clear, you take him up on the offer. Minutes later, you’re nursing a cute NHL-themed cocktail and gossiping with the rest of the Islanders staff. You’re feeling better, knowing Jack is nowhere near your protective bubble, and you relax. It’s fleeting, however, when your boss struts up, drink in hand, giving you a puzzled look.
“And here I thought Hughes would be glued to your side.”
Mat snorts beside you, and you dig a quick elbow to his side and throw on a weak smile.
“Yeah,” you pause. “You won’t have to worry about that anymore.”
You trail off awkwardly, and thankfully, your boss understands the message. She’s quick to apologize, but like everyone else you tell about the recent breakup with the golden boy of the NHL, they’re very curious.
You dive into brief detail. Telling her about the situations at hand. You explain that it was a mutual agreement because of conflicting schedules and distance, and you’re both deciding to act as amicable as possible with both of your careers.
As you explain the breakup with as little detail as possible, the rest of the table shifts uncomfortably, and you’re quick to change the subject. You bring up all the events about to unfold over the weekend, and soon enough, the energy levels out, and you hope that’s the last conversation you’ll have about him. You’re not going to let your Jack ruin possibly the biggest weekend of your career. He’s already ruined enough.
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It’s late in the evening, and you’ve just finished your skincare when a knock sounds at the door to your hotel room. You’re confused as you spit some toothpaste into the sink and wipe your mouth. You make your way to the door, checking the peephole, and your heart drops out of your body.
Jack is standing outside your door, hair half hidden by a backward Devil's cap and looking directly at the peephole.
“(Y/N)?” He knocks again. “I know you’re standing by the door.”
At lightning speed, you open the door, and he looks a bit startled to actually see you as if he wasn’t knocking on your door.
“Can I help you?”
He smirks at you, and his eyes flick behind you to your room.
“Absolutely not.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Fine, we can do this out in the hallway in a public space.”
You roll your eyes at the boy and walk inside, leaving the door open for him to follow. Of course, he does.
He steps into the room like he owns the place, and as soon as he crosses paths with your bed, he sits on the side he usually sleeps on.
“What do you want, Jack?”
He stretches out on the bed, and you hear a couple of cracks and pops from his joints.
“To talk, obviously.” He leans forward a bit. “I didn’t love how our last conversation ended.”
You scoff at him.
“You mean when we broke up?”
He cringes at the word and shakes his head at you.
“I don’t think we really broke up. I think we’re just going through a rough patch.”
You’re genuinely shocked by the boy in front of you. You take a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure despite the frustration bubbling inside you.
“Jack, let me make this clear. We are broken up. We aren't getting back together. And you have no business showing up uninvited like this." You pause, locking eyes with him. "I need you to leave. Now."
He chuckles, dismissive. "You can't be serious."
Frustration boils within you. “Dead serious Jack. I’m actually done this time.”
He gives you another slight smirk, and he gets up from the bed. You put some distance between you to let him walk toward the door, but he stops right in front of you, taking a step toward you.
You meet his stare with a stern glare as he stands in front of you; you can feel the tension crackling in the air, his presence almost overwhelming. Before you can react, he leans in swiftly, capturing your lips in a kiss that's both familiar and electrifying. It’s quick, soft, and a harsh reminder of the last years of your life, but it’s also a jolt back to reality.
Breaking away, you push him back away from you, your heart racing. "Kissing me doesn't change anything. We're done."
He steps back, his expression the same arrogant, cocky stare as before, but with a hint of determination glinting in his eyes.
“We're not done, (Y/N). We’re just getting started.”
With one smile, smirk, and a wink thrown your way, he exits the hotel room like he was never there. You let your gaze linger on the door, and you’re left standing there, grappling with the whirlwind of emotions his unexpected visit has stirred up.
You know he’s doing this on purpose. He’s messing with you and your emotions. You know he isn’t going to stop, and this is a long weekend.
Jack Hughes wants your attention. Fine. You’re going to make him regret it.
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valeskafics · 10 months
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"Showing The Ropes" - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader
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a/n: just a fun lil request from @ripdragonbeans messed around a lil, went a lil crazy. also serves as a submission for @hotdthemedweek 🤭❤️
Summary: You convince your best friend/roommate to take a little quiz...
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, bondage, overstim, oral f receiving, daddy kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, brat taming
Word Count: 3,035 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Being roommates with your best friend seemed like a perfectly good idea when you and Aemond graduated from King’s Landing University and you couldn’t afford your own place. He loathed the idea of living with someone before he actually started living with you. And now? He can’t imagine not having you as a roommate. Between the horror film marathons, the late night talks, the grocery store runs, things have become so domestic between the two of you. Aemond isn’t an idiot. He knows he’s had a crush on you ever since you raised your hand in that first Marxist philosophy class you two had together. But, he pushes it down for the sake of his friendship.
And as much as he tries to hide his feelings, he’s unable to hide the smile on his face when you get back from your graduate seminar at the university, calling out, “Aem! I’m home! You here?”
“Hey,” he smiles, standing up and jogging over to you, pulling you into a tight hug, “I was just thinking about you.”
“I was literally gone for four hours,” you laugh, hugging him back just as tightly.
“It’s still good to have you back,” Aemond says, breathing in the familiar scent of your lavender body wash before pulling back, “Sorry, it’s just I’ve been sitting around reading all day and you’re my only source of entertainment. How was class?”
“Boring! So fucking boring!” you complain, flopping onto the couch dramatically, “Strong’s lecture was ass-numbingly dull.”
“That’s what happens when you pick professors just because you think they’re attractive,” Aemond remarks, “Hot people can be boring too, you know. In fact, they’re more likely to be boring, because the ones who don’t rely on their looks have to do something else to get attention and usually end up more interesting because of it,” he chides, sitting down beside you.
“Ah, but you’re hot and I’m hot, we’re not boring,” you grin at him.
“We’re an exception, not the rule,” Aemond snickers, wrapping an arm around you.
“It’s tragic,” you drawl, “That’s why we’re single. We’re just the whole package and no mere mortal will ever be good enough for us.”
“Maybe we should just date each other,” he says, running a hand through his hair, waiting with bated breath to hear your response.
He watches as you gnaw at your bottom lip before letting out a nervous laugh, making him raise an eyebrow, “Ha, ha. Funny. Hey, I checked the fridge. Did you eat the last of my chow mein?” you ask, looking at him with an accusatory glare.
“Maybe,” he mumbles sheepishly, “I was really hungry.”
You slap his arm playfully, “It had my name on the box, you dick!”
“Sorry, sorry, just don’t hit me again,” Aemond laughs, “I’ll make you something to eat next time to make up for it if you quit smacking me.”
You roll your eyes, “Fine, fine. I’m holding you to that. Anyway, pizza tonight? And maybe a Murder House rewatch?”
Aemond nods, “Yeah! That sounds perfect.”
He admires your side profile as you start ordering the pizza only to freeze at your next words, “Anyway, I have a date tomorrow night, so you’ll have the place to yourself.”
“W-what?” he asks, hoping he may have misheard you, because why the fuck are you going on a date?
“I have a date,” you repeat absentmindedly, still placing the order.
The silence of the room stretches on for what Aemond feels to be an agonizingly long time. He stares at you, his good eye widening as he tries to process what you’re saying. A date. What the actual fuck.
“With who?” he asks, barely managing to stop his voice from cracking.
Oblivious to his conundrum, you respond, “Aegon’s friend, um, what’s his name. Cregan.”
Aemond is quiet for a minute before repeating, “Cregan? The guy who never speaks? What are you two even going to talk about?” he pauses before snarking, “That’s if you even talk to each other.”
“Don’t be an asshole,” you elbow him playfully as you put your phone back in your pocket, “He’s nice. He’s just quiet. Maybe he’s shy!”
“Hm,” Aemond hums, still in shock from the news, “What do you even see in him? He seems like one of the most boring people in the world. You could’ve chosen anyone else.”
“Aem, babe, you hate everyone I date.”
The pet name sends a jolt of electricity through his body. You’re always so affectionate with him. Do you really not see how it affects him? Are you just messing with him or is there a chance you feel the same way about him as he does about you?”
“Well, maybe I hate them for a reason,” he replies coolly, “You deserve to date someone with an actual personality.”
“You literally only dated Alys because you wanted a big titty goth girlfriend,” you snark back at him, “Pipe down, love doctor.”
Aemond sighs before laughing at your retort, “Fair enough, love.”
He sees you freeze for a moment but disregards that when you ask, “Hey, did you do that BDSM test Aeg sent to the group chat? I did it for funsies.”
Aemond crosses his arms and arches a brow, “No, I didn’t do the stupid quiz. What’s the point of it anyway?” he grumbles, “I’m too busy reading more important things,” he waves a copy of Camus’s The Stranger at you, making you bite back a laugh.
You scoot closer to him, pouting at him as you rest your chin on his shoulder, “Take it for me? I wanna see what you get.”
“No, this is what you do,” he gives you an unimpressed glare, “You look at me with those stupid doe eyes and expect me to cave when you get all pouty and say ‘for me’. Not today, love,” you continue pouting, gazing up at him, clasping your hands together, making him let out a groan of frustration as he pulls out his phone, “Fine. I’ll take the stupid fucking test.”
“Yes!” you squeal, pecking him on the cheek, his skin flushing afterward, “Tell me what you get!”
Aemond takes a couple of minutes before getting his results and showing them to you, “There. Happy?”
“Dominant, brat tamer, and rigger are your top three,” you muse, “That’s interesting.”
“It’s just a stupid quiz. Stop getting so excited about it,” he says pointedly and shakes his head, though there’s the barest hint of a smile on his face, “It doesn’t even make any sense. How could I be a brat tamer when I have no one to tame?”
“Well,” he watches as you bite your lip, gazing up at him playfully, “My top results were submissive, brat, and rope bunny.”
His heart skips a beat. It’s the perfect opportunity to just ask you out already. Make you his. He knows he wants to. But no, it’s too risky. It could ruin everything the two of you have. What if you reject him? What if you can never be friends again after that?
But… What if you say yes? It would be worth it… Right?
You break the silence, “If you’re a brat tamer and I’m a brat, maybe we should…” you trail off suggestively, giving him a coy little grin.
The whole room seems to freeze with that one sentence. Aemond’s heart beats faster and he wonders if there could really be a chance for the two of you. 
His mind is racing as he replies, his voice deep and husky as he looks at you, part hungry, part curious, “Maybe we should… What?”
“Maybe we should,” you lean in and murmur in his ear, “Fuck.”
Aemond doesn’t say anything, his eye widening slightly, his mouth hanging open. He’s stunned into silence for a moment, not quite sure how to respond.
“Uhm, okay,” he says, his throat dry, “I mean yes. If you want to,” he rushes his words, “Do you mean right now?”
“Dude, no, we have pizza coming. I mean after,” you roll your eyes.
“Right, because pizza comes first,” he says sarcastically, biting back a grin. 
“Obviously pizza comes first,” you sass, “I can’t smash with low blood sugar.”
“Low blood sugar is a serious condition,” Aemond barely refrains from laughing, “Do you need some candy then?” his voice lowers to a whisper as he brushes a strand of hair back from your face, smirking at you, “Maybe I have a treat for you.”
“Oh my gods, you’re nasty,” you snicker, though your cheeks flush at his words.
“You’re being a brat and not appreciating my flirting,” he teases.
“Oh, is that what you’re doing? Flirting?” you tease him back.
Aemond gives you a mock glare before chuckling, “You know, I can’t help but feel like you’re flirting back, love.”
You giggle, moving to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, “What gave you that impression?”
“What gave me that impression,” Aemond repeats, the smirk on his face growing as he looks at you, “The lap sitting for one,” he says, his hands moving to your waist, “And I suppose you want me to do something about it, hm?” he asks, his voice low and full of heat.
“Unless you’re too much of a pussy,” you taunt.
Aemond shakes his head, one hand moving to your hair, pulling you closer to him, “I’m many things, love, but I’m definitely not a pussy. So come on.”
You brush your lips against his in the barest tease of a kiss, grinning down at him cheekily as you pull away.
“Oh, is that all?” Aemond questions dryly.
“Do you deserve more?”
He rolls his eye, “Maybe I don’t deserve it,” his voice lowers ever so slightly, “But I want it. And I think you do too. We’re both young and single. So what’s stopping us?”
Your lips are barely an inch apart as you murmur, “What if it fucks up our friendship?”
“I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispers back, “Our friendship is already fucked. So we may as well go with it,” he pauses, “So do you want to kiss me?”
“Maybe,” you give him a smug little smile, riling him up.
“Don’t give me a maybe,” he chuckles, his lips moving closer to yours, “You gonna do it or continue to be a tease?”
“You like it when I tease,” you breathe against his lips.
Aemond can feel the heat emanating from your body. Smell that coconut scented shampoo. His blood is thumping in his ears. Everything about you is driving him utterly crazy.
“Just kiss me,” he demands, his voice hoarse with want.
“So bossy,” you brush your nose against his, “Is that the brat tamer coming out to play?”
“I can’t help myself,” Aemond replies, “You just bring out that side of me. So what do you say? Is the brat going to give in or continue being a brat and tormenting me?”
“Hm,” you respond, not answering one way or the other.
“You’re insufferable,” he shakes his head, resting his forehead against yours, “Is that a yes or a no?”
“It’s a ‘you need to kiss me first’, you pussy,” you taunt him, grinning.
Aemond doesn’t need to be told twice, his lips crashing onto yours almost immediately. You moan softly against his lips, the sound making Aemond harden in his pants almost immediately, hands grasping at your hips, squeezing slightly as he deepens the kiss. You move your hands into his hair, making his breath catch in his throat as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you closer and kissing you harder, only letting go when you need to break for air. And after you have a second to breathe? The two of you are kissing once again, desperately.
“Yeah, our friendship?” you mumble between kisses, “Totally screwed.”
When the two of you finally pull apart, Aemond looks at you and smiles softly, “That was amazing. Exactly what I always wanted.”
“Oh, was it?” you tease, pecking his lips.
Aemond chuckles, “Was it everything you wanted?” his lips chase after yours as he adds, “If not, we can always try again. For, uh, research purposes.”
“For science,” you agree, feigning seriousness.”
“Right, for science,” he laughs, “But we should do another test. Just to be sure.”
“Scientific method,” you agree, kissing him again.
“If you want to try out the rope bunny thing,” he says, “I do have some cuffs in my room…”
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You lay on Aemond’s bed, your hands cuffed above your head as he gazes at you, his seeing eye hungry at the visage of your bare body, all laid out for him. He crawls over you, pressing a kiss to your lips before moving down to your breasts, taking one in his mouth, causing you to moan softly. He trails his kisses down along your stomach to your pussy, already wet for him much to his delight.
“You were playing so hard to get earlier, you little brat,” he smirks up at you, “But you’re soaked for me.”
You bite your lip as he presses a hot open-mouthed kiss against your core, barely able to refrain from begging him to just fuck you already.
“I’m going to enjoy this. You taste so fucking sweet, baby,” he murmurs.
And then, he begins lapping at your folds, his tongue moving inside of you, making you thrash against the bed. Aemond lifts your thighs over his shoulders, ensuring you don’t try to close your legs, licking and suckling at your wet cunt, moaning against you, the vibration of his voice adding another dimension to the pleasure he’s already giving you. He rubs his nose against your clit as he continues moving his tongue against your pussy, making you want to grind yourself down even more against his lips or grab him by the hair to pull him closer, but you can’t. All you can do is writhe helplessly as he fucks you with his tongue, gazing up at you with that blue eye, the other clouded over. You spill yourself against his tongue sooner than later, but he isn’t anywhere near stopping, his lips moving to focus their attention solely on your clit as he suckles at it. You nearly begin sobbing at how much pleasure Aemond is giving you, making him pull back and ask what your color is. After you assure him it’s green, he dives back in happily, pulling one orgasm from you, and then a second, just by moving his tongue and lips so expertly against your clit.
After that, he smirks down at you, giving his cock one long, hard stroke, “Do you think you deserve my cock, you little brat? Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”
You gaze up at him as innocently as possible, “I’ve learned my lesson, Daddy, please give me your cock?”
Aemond chuckles, running the tip of it along your pussy, making you shiver with desire, your toes curling slightly at the very idea of having him inside of you. You yelp slightly as he lands a light slap against your core, making you gaze up at him in surprise before he pushes inside you with a low groan, his long, veiny cock filling you up perfectly. But instead of fucking you like you want, he just stays like that, sheathed inside you. You frown up at him, bucking your hips against him, but he grabs them, holding them in place.
“Patience, baby,” he chuckles, “You’re gonna take what I give you and you’re gonna say ‘Thank you, Daddy’ like a good little girl.”
“Daddy, please,” you whine, “I need you to fuck me!”
Aemond shakes his head, moving one hand to hold your chin in place, his thumb brushing against your lower lip, “Open that pretty little mouth for me, baby. Let Daddy see that cute little tongue,” when you do, you gasp as he spits into your mouth, his saliva landing on your tongue, “Swallow.”
You do as he says, turned on by the display of dominance as he finally begins fucking you. Aemond’s hips  rut against yours almost violently as he growls in your ear about how fucking tight you are.
“Such a perfect pussy for Daddy,” he hisses, pulling back and slamming into you, making you cry out his name, “No, no. You’re gonna address me properly or we’re gonna stop right here, you little brat.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you babble, “Please, Daddy, fuck me, I’m sorry-”
And he does. Every time he pulls out and pushes back into you, you feel every ridge, every vein against your velvet walls as you struggle to pull your hands free, knowing that the cuffs won’t come off so easily. Being completely at his mercy like this as he sets the pace, holding your hips down with those stupidly strong, large hands, his cock bullying against that spot inside you that makes you see stars, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever done.
“Daddy, I’m close,” you mewl, “Need you.”
“I’m close too, baby,” he says, his hips stuttering against yours, one hand moving down to toy with your clit, “Come on, squirt on Daddy’s cock. I know you can do it for me.”
And with one more thrust and a light pinch at your clit, you do. You feel the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life, nearly blacking out at the feeling as you soak his cock, the feeling of you squeezing around him like a vice enough to make him spill himself deep inside you.
Aemond quickly grabs the key to the cuffs and undoes them, looking you over, “You okay? What do you need, love? Anything?”
“Just cuddle me for a sec,” you mumble, nuzzling into him, “Friendship totally screwed?”
“I don’t think it’s been just a friendship for a long time,” Aemond mumbles.
“Yeah,” you nod, “You’re right.”
“I’m in love with you,” he says earnestly, “I have been for a really long while now.”
“I love you too,” you whisper, leaning in to brush your lips against his.
And, as if the two of you share one useless brain cell, you turn and look at each other in horror, “Fuck! The pizza!”
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sereneres · 8 months
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newjeans’ sunshine…z? ³
newjeans x 6th member!reader / 0.7k
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summary. — newjeans has two rays of sunshines – one of them is obviously danielle, and the other one is less obviously you.
warnings. — you do not appear / hanni makes a short appearance but goes away after being bullied
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“so what do you and yn-unnie have in common?”
danielle frowns, her arms crossed as she stared contemplatively at the table. “uh…”
“that’s the problem, hyein.” haerin said, sighing as she mindlessly shook her glass filled with juice as though it were filled with wine. “they don’t have much in common to begin with.”
“we do, though. we’ve both modeled as kids, we really like dogs…” danielle said, but upon noticing the somewhat sour look on haerin’s face, hastily added, “and animals in general. we both really like animals…”
“that’s not a lot to go off of though.” hyein said, also frowning. “maybe we could do something based on your looks? y’know, like how you and minji-unnie are ‘husseyz’ ‘cuz you both look like olivia hussey–”
“i still don’t see it.” haerin muttered.
“– and hanni-unnie and haerin-unnie are ‘kittyz’ because they both look like cats.” hyein continued, blatantly ignoring haerin’s interruption.
“that could work,” danielle murmured thoughtfully, “but–”
“they look nothing alike.” haerin said, crossing her arms with an exasperated look on her face. “and they both don’t look like anything in particular, so that obviously won’t work.”
the oldest of the three girls sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “i never thought coming up with ship names would be this hard, but here we are, struggling to come up with–”
“i’m back!” hanni called loudly, the sound of the front door shutting closed behind her echoing throughout the dorm. “man, i’m so ready to just flop into bed and never wake up…”
“where’s minji-unnie and yn-unnie?” hyein asked, turning around in her seat to face the older girl. “didn’t they go with you?”
“they went to the convenience store.” hanni responded as she kicked her shoes off her feet and into the shoe rack carelessly, causing a pair of what looked to be your black flats to fall out. “oh, oops…”
“aren’t those yn-unnie’s?” haerin asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer to her own question. “i heard those were reaallly expensive.”
“oh f–”
“don’t worry, hanni-unnie.” danielle hastily said, cutting the girl off before she could say something she would regret. “i doubt ynnie will care too much about a scratch on her shoes.”
“they do realize i know what fuck is, right?” hyein whispered to haerin, who shrugged and continued to drink her apple juice.
“either way, none of you better say anything to her.” hanni said, pointing at each one of them and looking at them in the eyes. “especially you, haerin.”
“okay.”
“hanni-unnie, what do you think dani-unnie and yn-unnie’s ship name should be?” the youngest of the four girls asked, frowning. “we’ve been coming up with other names pretty quickly, but when it comes to yn-unnie, we always get stuck.”
“…what about ‘sunz’?” hanni suggested after a moment of silence.
“‘sunz’?” haerin repeated, tilting her head at the older girl. “why ‘sunz’?”
“‘cuz they’re both hot.” the aussie said, winking and making finger guns at the three younger girls. “get it? ‘cuz, y’know, the sun is hot?”
“…”
“…”
“…didn’t you make that joke during that one photoshoot?” hyein asked. “are you recycling your jokes now, hanni-unnie?”
“y’know what, i’m not going to stand for this lack of appreciation. i’m going to go to my room–”
“our room.” haerin corrected, prompting hanni to roll her eyes.
“i’m going to go to my room and stay there until someone who actually appreciates my jokes comes and forces me to come out.” the aussie huffed before turning around dramatically and marching to her room.
“…moving on, ‘sunz’ isn’t that bad of an idea.” hyein said enthusiastically. “think about it. dani-unnie is like the literal sun of the group and yn-unnie always cheers us up whenever we’re down!”
“‘suuuunzzzzss’…” haerin repeated, dragging the word out to the point where she was basically hissing. “no, it doesn’t sound right.”
“and ‘catnipz’ does?”
“what about ‘sunshinez’?” danielle interrupted, stopping the argument between the two younger girls before it could even begin. “that’s cute, right?”
“‘sunshinez’…” hyein murmured before nodding. “it sounds great, unnie.”
“why do we always have to add a z at the end?” haerin asked as she frowned. “why can’t it be just like… i don’t know, ‘sunshines’ with an s?”
hyein rolls her eyes. “because that’s boring?”
“…sure.”
“what do you mean, ‘sure’? i’m right!”
“sure, hyein. sure.”
“don’t just say ‘sure’!”
“sure.”
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waterhousse · 10 months
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That Funny Feeling
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Pairing: bestfriend!ellie williams x reader
Summary: you slowly start to realize you’ve fallen in love with your best friend.
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“are you done?” you groaned, tired. the girl in front of you gazed up at you, eyes wide and eyewbrows up.
“does it look like i’m done?” ellie gestured at herself. you almost laugh at how sassy she looked.
“i’ve been posing for an eternity.”
“it’s been like ten minutes!”
“well, i can’t feel my ass anymore.”
“i’m sure it’s still there,” she said without even looking at you.
after a few moments of silence, you spoke up again, “you’re gonna have to pay me for this.”
ellie looked up from her sketchbook, completely offended. “is my art not enough payment?”
“i can’t buy shit with your art,” you deadpanned.
you had been so quick with your reply that an inevitable chuckle escaped your friend’s lips. “fuck you,” she laughed and you found yourself wanting to come up with an infinite amount of jokes just to hear that sound again. “hold still or i’m gonna have to start over.”
your eyes stayed on her as she went back to her job, unable to look anywhere else. you had always enjoyed watching her draw, founding it soothing. it also allowed you to study her and notice quirks only you could know about; the way she slightly frowned during the whole process due to the concentration and the countless huffs she let out, especially when she had to restart after a mistake. your favorite one, though, was when she sung. ellie’s voice was sweet, you had told her that many times, so you loved being able to hear it. she didn’t even notice she did it, the melodies just came out without warning.
“aaand, done.”
you jumped out of the big rock you had been sitting on for the past fifteen minutes and ran to her side, trying to catch a glimpse of her drawing, but she closed the sketchbook on your nose.
“hey, let me see.”
“it’s not ready yet,” she started gathering her supplies. you rolled your eyes at her. “stop that,” she muttered.
“what— i haven’t even said anything!”
“i know you rolled your eyes at me,” ellie said as she looked for something inside her backpack. you scoffed, but it actually warmed your heart how well she knew you. “c’mon, let’s go to my place. it’s getting late.”
you were currently behind the town’s barn, ellie had chosen that spot because, apparently, the moonlight hit your face just right. it was cold as hell that night, but being the supportive friend that you were, you decided to respect ellie’s struck of inspiration.
“i’ll show you the drawing when it’s finished, by the way,” she spoke up once you caught up with her.
“kay, well, finish it quick or else i won’t pose for you anymore.”
“fine, i’ll ask stella.”
you dramatically gasped at the mention of her. stella was relatively new in Jackson and the only person in the world you truly despised.
“don’t even joke about that.”
the fact that you hated someone that much was hilarious to her. it didn’t match your personality at all. you were the calmest, sweetest person she had ever met. besides, no one really knew why you hated her so much. even you, which was ridiculous. for some reason, everything that girl did or said annoyed you. you couldn’t stand her, feeling there was something off about her, but couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was.
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” she placed an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to her. you tried to ignore how fast your heartbeat had gotten. that seemed to be happening a lot lately around her. “but hey, you gotta admit she’s not that bad.”
your heart dropped, “you’ve talked to her?”
“what? no. i just think she’s hot.”
you crossed your arms as you hummed in response, suddenly feeling very sick. there was a sharp pang in the pit of your stomach, so you spent the entire walk quiet, only answering to ellie’s babbling with monosyllables. your friend had noticed, so once you arrived at her place she grabbed you by the arm, making you turn around.
“hey, you, uh, you okay? i was kidding about stella. she’s not— i’m not interested in her, y’know?” ellie was nervous, but you were too busy staring at the hand that was stopping you from walking away and how your skin tingled beneath it.
“it’s fine,” you gave her a small smile, eyes back on her. “but i think i’m about to come up with a fever or something, i feel a little weird.”
ellie stepped closer, letting go of your arm and placing her hand on your forehead. “yeah, i think you’re hot.”
you let out a chuckle, “thanks, i’m glad you’re finally admitting it.”
your friend rolled her eyes before opening the door for you. she stood by the doorframe, waiting for you to go inside, but you hesitated.
“i think it’s best for me to go home—”
“what? no, shut up. i’m gonna head over to joel’s to see if he has some painkillers or something, you stay here,” she said as she softly pushed you inside her house. you opened your mouth as you turned around, ready to protest, but the sound of the door closing stopped you. letting out a sigh, you looked around to finally set your eyes on the couch, where you decided to wait for ellie as you tried to ignore whatever you were feeling.
you swept your gaze over the place, warmth spreading over your heart as you spotted little details that screamed ellie; a bunch of savage starlight comics, her guitar perfectly set next to the window, art supplies, books about astronomy and many, many drawings that were either on the walls or just laying on top of the furniture.
you spotted one of her many sketchbooks laying on the floor by her bed, so you went to pick it up and put it on her nightstand, next to the lamp.
after a while, you heard the sound of jiggling keys followed by ellie’s characteristic cursing. you got up from the couch and went to open the door for her since she was clearly struggling. ellie’s frown disappeared once she laid her eyes on you.
“you okay?” you asked, amused.
“this fucking door, i swear to god—” she mumbled as she stepped inside. “look! joel made you soup. i swear he likes you more than he likes me.”
you chuckled at the last part, “i mean, can you blame him?” you joked. there was no way he liked anyone more than ellie, but that didn’t change the fact that you felt incredibly loved and protected by him, too.
ellie gazed at you, a small smile hiding on her lips, “yeah, i supposed i can’t,” she almost whispered. “c’mon, get into bed,” she ordered.
“jeez, ellie. buy me a drink first, at least,” you said, missing ellie’s flustered state. it only lasted a second, though, because her usual smug smirk was already forming on her lips.
“oh, you wish,” she teased back.
maybe it was what she said, maybe it was the way she said it, but your stomach flipped at her words. it was such an unexpected reaction that it made you froze in your spot, completely startled.
“you’re gonna get in bed or…?” ellie’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, she was holding up the covers for you.
“i can go to my house, you know. i don’t wanna be any trouble—” you said as you sat down on the bed. your friend pointed at your shoes and gestured for you to take them off.
“shut up and just let me take care of you, would you?” ellie carefully placed the soup on the nightstand. she went around the bed and sat on the other side just as you wiggled under the covers. she looked down at you, slightly leaning down, “you’re so stubborn,” she murmured as she passed you the soup.
you frowned, offended, “look who’s talking,” you bickered as you glanced up, but you weren’t prepared to see her so close. your eyes met hers, forcing you to avert your gaze elsewhere. you felt her stare still on you, making you malfunction. maybe that was the reason you took a sip of the soup without even considering how hot it would be. ellie laughed shamelessly at you when you burned your tongue. “shit!” you shrieked.
“i’m not saying you deserved it, but…” ellie teased. you would’ve pushed her off the bed if you hadn’t had a flaming hot bowl of soup in your hands, instead, you silently watched her take off her converse. she looked back at you, “move over, i’m cold.”
your breath hitched on your throat at the request, but did as she said. you kept your attention on the bowl of soup that warmed your cold hands, not feeling brave enough to make eye contact with the girl next to you.
“how’s the soup?”
“oh, it’s great. joel’s the best. remind me to thank him tomorrow.” you smiled. “want some?”
“nah, thanks. i don’t like soup.”
“what do you mean you don’t like soup?”
“i just don’t.”
“what’s not to like? it’s yummy.”
“i’m gonna ignore the fact that you just said yummy. and i don’t know! i just don’t like it.”
“weirdo. you’re missing out.”
“okay, soup’s best defender, whatever you say,” she muttered as she closed her eyes. you bit the inside of your cheek as you allowed yourself to scan her face, stopping on the freckles you had complimented so many times.
you looked away, leaving the bowl of soup on the nightstand of your side. the sound made ellie open her eyes.
“you’re gonna sleep?” she asked, her eyes were even more hypnotizing up close.
you nodded, suddenly losing the hability to speak.
“me too,” ellie said before yawning.
“hold on. you’re gonna sleep in jeans, you freak?”
ellie let out an exaggerated groan, “i don’t have the energy to get up and change. it’s too much work.”
“don’t be lazy, c’mon. i’m gonna change, too.” you began to softly push her off the bed, which eventually worked. she walked to her closet and threw you a big white t-shirt, it was the same one you always wore when you slept over.
you averted your gaze from ellie once she started to take her pants off, but it strangely took a lot of strength for you to do so. you shook your head and climbed up to bed, shortly followed by your friend.
“there, happy?”
“very.”
“great. oh, and try not to kick me so fucking much this time or i’m gonna have to fight back,” she muttered with amusement.
you let out a chuckle, “i’ll do my best,” you whispered before everything fell quiet.
you didn’t know exactly how much time had passed since ellie turned off the light, but you were sure it was a while. still as a statue, you layed next to her while staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of how you were feeling. eyes wide, stomach in a knot and heart fluttering as if it were a butterfly.
you realized you had fallen asleep once you opened your eyes and daylight touched almost every corner of the room. you blinked a few times before you fully adjusted to the light, that’s when you noticed ellie’s closeness. she was almost on top of you, breathing into the crook of your neck. it wasn’t the first time you had woken up like that with her, but it was the first time you felt different.
“ellie,” you whispered. she whined in response, mumbling something inaudible. you felt your heartbeat race when she nuzzled further into your neck, feeling her lips touch your skin. you squeezed your eyes shut, noticing the unknown feelings from the day before were still present. “hey, ellie. c’mon. it’s almost eight,” you pronounced softly, but ellie ignored you. “i’ve got somewhere to be, y’know.”
“where?” she asked almost immediately.
“i told dina i’d have breakfast with her. i would’ve invited you, but i know you’re not a morning person, so…”
she complained once again, but eventually came out of her hiding. you almost laughed at her expression.
“were you born with that frown?” you placed your fingers in between her eyebrows, making her smoothen the lines.
“shut up,” she laughed softly. “and i could be a morning person, you know.”
“so you’re coming with me?”
“no, i wanna sleep.”
you laughed and got up, ellie’s eyes following you on your way to the bathroom until you closed the door. you stared at yourself in the mirror, suddenly feeling embarrassed because of the way your hair looked. ellie had seen you like that a million times before, but that time you actually cared about looking at least presentable for her.
with a sigh, you grabbed the toothbrush you had left once and started brushing your teeth. everything felt strange, but you tried to act as normal as possible.
after washing your face and brushing your hair, you changed into your clothes. you took a deep breath before getting out of the bathroom, trying to calm down the sudden nerves that attacked you, but the sight that welcomed you once you opened the door didn’t help at all; ellie’s bare legs were crossed on top of the bed, she had tied her hair into her usual half-bun and a few strands fell over her face as she drew on her sketchbook.
“i thought you wanted to sleep,” you commented, picking up your jacket from the floor.
“just wanted to add some finishing touches to yesterday’s drawing,” her voice sounded even raspier when she was sleepy. “oh, and i forgot to give you that jacket you asked me for the other day,” she said as she got out of bed and quickly walked to her closet, leaving the sketchbook on top of her nightstand.
“trade?” you held up your jacket, making her grin. she grabbed it from you and gave you hers, which you immediately put on.
“you look great,” ellie complimented you, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.
“thank you,” you smiled, your voice sounding incredibly weak. “and thank you for taking care of me. i—” love you, you almost said, but for some reason, those last two words died in your throat. it was weird. even though you always said it to her, that time that phrase seemed to carry a heavier, still unknown, meaning. “i gotta go.”
you turned around to leave, but ellie called your name. you looked back at her and watched her grab her sketchbook from the nightstand. “here,” she handed it to you. just as you were about to open it, she stopped you. “wait! look at it later. i don’t wanna see your disappointment if you don’t like it.”
“don’t be silly, you could never disappoint me,” you sincerely replied. “but okay, i’ll see it when i’m home.”
“have fun with dina. not too much fun, though. you’re not allowed to enjoy life to the fullest if i’m not there.”
“i promise i won’t. see you later,” your eyes met hers one last time before closing the door.
when you arrived at your house, you saw dina already waiting for you. once she spotted you, she started frenetically waving at you. a laugh escaped your lips as you copied her action. yeah, two people with that much energy at 8 am would be a lot for ellie to handle.
“finally! i’ve knocking on your door for the past 10 minutes. i thought you were dead,” was the first thing she said to you as she gave you hug.
“sorry, i slept over at ellie’s.”
dina let out a chuckle, “of course you did.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?” you furrowed your eyebrows.
“you two are always together, i should’ve known. that’s all,” dina shrugged her shoulders. she decided not to comment on the fact that you were wearing ellie’s favorite jacket.
you opened the door and stepped aside, inviting her in. you followed her to the kitchen, where you put water to boil.
“oh, i saw your friend on my way here,” dina commented as she took out two mugs from your hand-painted cupboard. ellie had participated in the process too, drawing different kind of flowers.
“my friend? who?”
“stella,” she amusedly pronounced. you inevitably rolled your eyes, making her laugh. “you still hate her?”
“yes! ellie brought her up yesterday and i almost threw up, i’m not kidding. i don’t even know why i hate her so much, i’ve never even talked to her,” you sat down at the kitchen island while dina stood on the other side of it.
“uh, yes you have,” your friend frowned, confused. “you seriously don’t remember? jesse’s party a few weeks ago, it was the night after she arrived to town.”
you tried your best to remember, but nothing came to your mind. you remembered the party, but not stella. your lost expression must’ve been enough for dina to know that you actually had no idea what she was talking about.
“woah, so you were more fucked up than i thought you were,” she muttered more to herself than to you. “okay, so, jesse invited her because she was new and all that. you had a lot to drink, apparently, so you were already drunk when you approached her. you introduced ourselves and asked her if she had met anyone else besides jesse and us and she said she hadn’t, but that she had seen a girl she was interested in and she was planning on finding her. when she started describing her, we realized she was talking about—”
“ellie. she was talking about ellie,” you replied, eyes wide. the memories came flooding back, making you freeze for a second. “oh my god.”
“you totally snapped at her and told her not to go anywhere near her or you’d scratch her eyes off,” she laughed, but you were completely horrified. “yeah, you get pretty violent when you drink. in my opinion, it’s hilarious.”
“i remember the way she ran away after i said that,” you cover your mouth in disbelief.
the more you processed the forgotten information, the more you worried. that uncontrollable hatred you felt towards stella was because of jealousy over your best friend?
“i mean, i support you. you gotta defend what’s yours,” dina cheered, but her smile disappeared once she noticed your expression. “hey, you okay?”
“i shouldn’t have done that. i had no right—”
“hey, it’s okay. i’m sure ellie wouldn’t have been interested in her anyway.”
“she told me she thinks stella’s hot yesterday,” you muttered, eyes set on your own fidgeting hands.
dina stayed quiet for a bit, but you could still feel her staring at you.
“what’s that?” she pointed to the sketchbook next to you.
“oh, it’s ellie’s. she drew me yesterday and gave it to me so i could see it,” you couldn’t help but smile. you watched dina take it and look at the pages with a blank expression.
“have you seen this?”
“not yet, why? is it good?”
“well, yeah, they’re good. there’s a lot of them.”
confused, you reached over to grab the book from her hands. your eyes widened at the content. you felt your heartbeat increase by the second and a deep blush color your cheeks as you rummaged through the pages. you were on each and every one of them; smiling, laughing, dancing, sleeping and more. you recognized some of them, since you remembered posing that way, but the majority of them were ellie’s invention. you were left speechless at how well she had managed to capture you, down to the smallest detail.
“she may think stella’s hot, but i can assure you she thinks you’re the most beautiful girl to ever walk the earth. i mean, look at those. you’re her muse,” dina smiled sweetly at you.
“i have to talk to her,” you whispered before standing up. “i don’t wanna leave you alone, but—”
“it’s okay, dummy. i’ll be here, drinking my tea and waiting for you to come back and to tell me everything. take your time, though.”
with dina wishing you good luck, you left with the sketchbook in hand and ran to her place without even thinking twice about it. you ignored how dizzy you felt and the way your heart was beating at an abnormal speed. nothing else mattered, because everything suddenly seemed crystal clear.
your heart skipped a beat once you arrived at ellie’s place and saw her sitting on joel’s stairs, staring down at something in her hands. she looked up when she heard you approach.
“ellie—”
“i gave you the wrong sketchbook,” she whispered, staring at the object in your hands. you frowned, stepping closer to her. “you weren’t supposed to see that. i’m— shit, i’m sorry.”
“what? ellie, no. i loved it.”
“listen, you don’t have to lie. i know it’s really fucking weird and pathetic—”
“you wanna hear something really weird and pathetic? i scared the shit out of a girl just because she told me she was interested in you. you wanna hear the funniest part? that girl was stella. i drunkenly told her to stay away from you or else i would scratch her eyes out.”
ellie’s eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. worry had started spreading through your body. “what?”
“i forgot about that whole interaction but the anger i felt in that moment stuck with me to the point i hated a girl without even knowing why,” you let out an awkward chuckle. “i… i hated her because she thought about you the way only i can think about you.”
everything became a little too real since the moment those words left your lips, and even though a weight had been lifted from your shoulders once you made that confession, it was soon replaced with the weight of the question ‘what will happen next?’
ellie’s gaze softened, going from confusion to something indecipherable. was it pity or was it what you hoped for?
suddenly, she stood up. you watched her as she walked painfully slow at you, torturing you. once she was only inches away from you, she smiled. with a hand placed on your waist and the other on the side of your face, she finally leaned in and captured your lips in an agonizing, yet perfect, slow kiss. you melted into her touch, feeling as if you were about to explode of happiness.
it was what you had hoped for.
“i can’t believe this is actually happening,” ellie murmured, lips touching yours. she leaned back a little, allowing herself to look at you. her eyes expressed so much love you couldn’t understand how you went so long without realizing that.
“you’re blushing,” you commented, eyes sparkling.
“oh my g— why would you point that out?” ellie complained, but she wasn’t mad. “you’re blushing too, by the way.”
“shut up.”
you silently stared at each other with shy smiles. ellie caressed your face with her thumb and softly pressed her lips on yours, giving you one small kiss. everything felt so intimate that you had forgotten about the rest of the world, completely unaware of the fact that you were on the street.
“i was so fucking scared when i realized i gave you the wrong sketchbook. i thought i’d messed everything up,” ellie whispered, her eyebrows furrowing a little. “i’ve dealt with loss in the past, and even though it hurt like hell, i got over it. or at least i’ve been able to live with it, but losing you? There’s no way i’d make it.”
your heart fully stopped at her sweet words, “you’ll never lose me.”
“good,” she smiled. “y’know, i told myself to draw you whenever you were on my mind, just so i could do something with what i was feeling. turns out that i’m never not thinking about you.”
not knowing how to reply to that, you launched yourself forward, crashing your lips with hers. you could feel her laughing, making you giggle too.
“i was so nervous on my way here. i wasn’t sure if you felt the same way,” you let out a small laugh, lips a little swollen.
“what? the sketchbook didn’t make that clear?”
“well, i didn’t want to jump to conclusions. i could be another stella, you know, just some girl you find hot,” you bitterly said.
ellie grimaced, “yeah, about that…” she awkwardly chuckled. “i don’t she’s hot. i only said that because i was hoping to get a reaction out of you.”
you gasped, “ellie, what the hell? first of all, you’re a bitch. that was a low blow. second of all, well played. it worked. it made me sick, literally.”
“i thought that was a coincidence,” she let out a laugh. “am i a mastermind or what?”
you rolled your eyes at her gloating, “yeah, yeah. don’t let it get to your head. it’s already big enough.”
“hey!”
“kidding,” you pronounced in a sing-song voice. as happiness spread all over your body, you placed your arms on her shoulders and locked your hands behind her neck. grinning, you brought her closer and kissed her again, and again, and again, and again.
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Oh bloody hell
{James accidentally gives you a nose bleed}
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James is a very spontaneous person, so when he asks you to bake a Victorian sponge cake with him at one in the morning because he’s ‘bored’ and can’t sleep, well who are you to deny him?
“You need some help with that?” You ask with a teasing smile as you watch him struggle to open the jam jar, you giggle at the way his eyebrows knit together, and his eyes crinkle slightly with frustration he lets out a huff.
“Nope, I got this,” he says popping the ‘p’ as he wipes his hands on his sweatpants before trying to open the jar again, you shake your head at his stubbornness.
You reach for the powdered sugar, leaning over to where James is, his elbow slightly elevated in the air as he tries to dramatically open the jar with a slight grunt. The next thing you know you hear a ‘pop’ and James’s elbow collides with your face, with force, making you stumble back slightly, and a string of ‘oh my fucking god, shit, I’m so fucking sorry’ escapes his mouth with frantic panic.
The jam is immediately discarded, and he rushes over to you his hands pushing yours away from your face as he looks for any injuries. He’s still apologizing, wincing when he notices the tiny cut on your top lip.
“Love, I’m so so sorry I didn’t even realize you were there” he sounds so guilty as he wipes the tears from your eyes with his thumb and he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.
You notice an abnormal pressure building up behind your nose, almost as if a rubber band is about to snap, it’s an uncomfortable burning sensation and it causes you to go a little light-headed.
“No sweetheart it’s okay, I’m fine, I’m fine- it was just an accident” you smile trying your best to shake off the funny feeling in your nose, that is until you feel an awful rush, and suddenly hot blood is trickling it’s way out your nose, and James looks at you with a horrified expression, eyes wide, he looks like he’s going to be sick.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he panics, quickly grabbing a hand full kitchen roll, pressing it against your bloody nose as his hand supports the base of your neck tipping your head up slightly to look at the ceiling, his hands jittery with his panic.
“Are you okay?— Shit— stupid question, of course you’re not I’ve just elbowed you in the face—“ he freaks out hand resting on the small of your back while he gently guides you to the dining room chair “here sit down lovely” he watches as you pinch the bridge of your nose in hopes it’ll do something.
“I’m so sorry, I’m really really sorry lovely,” he says and you swear he hasn’t stopped apologizing since his elbow connected with your face.
“It’s alright James” you mumble, glancing over at him with a small smile.
You eventually pull the blood-soaked tissue from your face, and he lets out a sigh of relief as the blood slowly stops.
You look over at him, he’s holding his face in his hands in distress and his eyebrows are pulled together with worry, “Sweetheart I’m so sorry, I’m honestly so sorry” he mumbles guilt lacing through his tone, and his heart wobbles at the thought of you being in pain, you watch as tears build up in his eyes.
“It’s fine James, I promise you it’s fine,” you say trying to get your point across to the very concerned boy, who’s on the verge of tears, “I’m alright, wasn’t that much blood” you smile letting out a breathy giggle. He looks at you with an exasperated expression as if he can’t believe what you’re saying.
“What? no- any amount of blood is too much blood— I can’t believe I did that” he sighs looking down at the floor, wringing his hands, James refuses to look at you scared of the pain that might still linger in your eyes, the pain that he caused, and the stubborn guilt doesn’t budges from its place in his heart.
You stand up, your hand settling against his shoulder, “You can make it up to me with a hug?” You ask coyly watching the smile that wobbles on his lips as he tugs you into him, his head resting on your shoulder.
“I’m alright James, a little headache but I’m fine, I promise you,” you say with honesty as he squeezes you against him before pulling away from you, and your heart aches at the tears that collect on his eyelashes, you tut as you wipe them away with your sleeve.
You watch as he wets the kitchen towel under the sink, he walks over to you, his hand cupping your face carefully, fingers pressing against your warm cheeks as he starts to clean your blood-stained nose and chin, and he winces at the sight.
“Am I still pretty?” You giggle as he scoffs, shaking his head slightly before discarding the towel, he kisses the top of your nose, before studying your face for a moment.
“Yes, so so pretty, even when your nose is spewing blood because your dumb, overzealous boyfriend elbows you in your face”
And you can’t help that laughter that bubbles out from you, he can be so dramatic when he wants to be, and you sigh rolling your eyes, as his head goes back to resting against your shoulder with a huff.
“Well, my dumb, overzealous boyfriend needs to realize that it was just an accident” you chuckle and your fingers rake through his hair, as he nuzzles further against your neck.
He’s pressing apologetic kisses against your shoulder, “I love you” he whispers, hands settling against your hips, squeezing them lovingly, and you're grateful he's stopped apologizing.
“I love you too, now let’s go clean up the mess” you smile motioning to the cake batter that’s somehow splattered all over the kitchen counter, he nods, not leaving your side and you clean the kitchen with James practically glued to you.
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☾⋆AN/ based on that one time I was baking and got a killer nosebleed! Hope you enjoyed lovelies!! <3
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