#hahaha the way he inhales

[inupibaldspot]

From you, For him

| Part 2 of At him, For him

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : Normal like no curse and stuff AU where Gojo is in love with Geto’s lover but this time he has the chance to change everything. This contains time travel!

I wrote it in a way you can understand what’s happening even if your don’t read part 1 btw

·:*¨༺ Part 1 ༻¨*:·

Gojo Satoru feels as if he can’t breathe.

He inhales. His chest hurts and he has a horrible attempt at keeping his glazing eyes in check as he fakes a smile and claps his hands together; there was a blur silhouette of Geto and you in a distance in tears ,both wearing matching rings.

“Woah—! Congratulations you two.” Shoko smiles wildly as she brings her hands close to her mouth,cheering. She briefly turns to Gojo and looks back at the couple. “Keep it together,Gojo… you’ve done that for years so why bother showing it now.”

Gojo lets out a laugh. “How cruel…” of course Shoko knows he has had this unrequited love for years. He breathes out. “I’ll head out for a second.”

Shoko nods as she reaches out and puts a cigarette and lighter in his pocket. He mutters a ‘thanks’ as he opens the door, cold breeze immediately greeting him. He breaths in again as his hands search for warmth in his pockets, turning to the alleyway.

Once when he is secluded, he brings out the piece of cigarette Shoko handed him earlier as he places it in between his lips, his hands bringing up the lighter with one on the lighter as the other hand wraps to protect the small flame.

He did not smoke often—more like he didn’t even the last last time he did. Gojo sucks in a breath, his throat feels hot but his chest is lighter, no-he remembers smoking back in high school simply because of Shoko and Geto. His only two friends would leave him for smoke breaks and he didn’t want to be left alone so he simply picked up the habit. 

Gojo quit after he met you since he didn’t feel the need to tag along Geto and Shoko anymore.

Somewhere in between college,meeting you and now, he didn’t seem to care anymore.

“Hey kid.”

“Fuck!” Gojo jumps, his teeth biting into the cigarette as his eyes glare sharply in the direction of the sound. A man sits along the far end of the alley way, away from him.

The white haired man contains his jumped heartbeat as he walks over the man who called him over. His eyes trail the dress he wore; it was a traditional dark piece of clothing and beads around his hand. This man was cosplaying as a Priest. 

He didn’t say the word ‘cosplay’ lightly because first, to begin with, the man in front had a ‘magic ball’ in front of him as if he was waiting for people to share their future and second, he wasn’t too serious because boy—! That monk had thick hair on his head, not the shaven look you’d normally see.

Gojo met scammers; near the shopping center, outside popular restaurant and tourist attractions, by his house ringing on his doorbell and right now, infront of him.

“What‘cha gonna tell me,old man.” Gojo says as he peers in, with also taking in a puff of smoke. “That I’ll be having a wife and two kids in my 30s… If it’s not that, it means one of you is lying.” By ‘one of you‘ refers to the scammer-I mean fortune teller he let in his house because he was bored. 

“Hahaha-! That’s not it.” The man laughs as he faces Gojo directly, it was then when he finally notices a stitch mark which stretches across his forehead. “Just wondering if you’d ever regretted things… ‘things’ which you wished you could go back and change..”

Gojo laughs as he drops the half-piece of cigarette on the ground, stomping on it. No long interested. “Of course. I still wish I could go back in time and not erase my answers because my teacher made all the answers to the MCQ ‘c’ just when I didn’t study.” 

Fuck—just why did Yaga REALLY do that? Gojo thinks back at the thought.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Gojo turns when he hears the man speak. 

The man stands close—very close to him as his hands were making a V-sign (a peace sign) , fingers pointed near his eyes before the old man was stabbed into his eyes.

“Oh my god— shit! That hurt, old man.” Gojo places his hands on his eyes as he tries to soothe the pain from it. “What are you trying to do—huh…?”

He blinks once.

Twice.

He takes a deep breath. ‘It’s fine.’ He thinks to himself. ‘I’ve just lost my mind a tiny bit because y/n and Suguru are getting married.’

Gojo let out the breath and opened his eyes. Same scene. He was by a tree, near a building; he remembered this place being behind the building for the Class 1-3 who were studying the normal curriculum whereas advanced classes of class 4-5 students were in another building. 

“What the actual heck is happening?” Gojo grumbles as he looks at the calendar on his phone. He was back in high school. He was sent back in time by about 7 years. “Fuck… I guess that man wasn’t a quack….”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“That’s why I need you to help.” You wiggled your toes in your shoes as you stand, smiling. The teacher,Yaga Masamichi, was in front of you, sitting on his chair as he continued to talk- maybe complain would be a better word- about a certain boy from the advanced class. “The boy is smart but he lacks discipline! He needs someone as hardworking as you and maybe it’ll rub on to him.”

You’ve heard of Gojo Satoru. You’ve never seen him but he was very infamous in high school . First, for being the son of the Gojo Estate. Two, for being a very tall, conventionally attractive boy. Third, for being a delinquent. 

And that last part bothers you a lot, you’ve heard him get into fights, rumors of him smoking along the alleyway, ripping love letters into pieces and recently he skipped over all his tests making him fail his mid-terms. 

You gulp. Hope he doesn’t beat you up… 

Just then the door to the staff room slides open. You see enter, he was tall with white hair and lashes and the eyes in the most beautiful shade. No way this was Gojo right? He was so— beautiful.

Did he just make eye contact with you?

“Gojo come here.” Yaga calls out as he huffs. Gojo clears his throat as he walks to the teacher. When he was close enough Yaga continued. “This is y/n and I’m assigned to be your teacher. She’ll make sure you get all your works done plus make you study for the reassessment for the exam you skipped on.”

You watch Gojo who was towering beside you raise his hands and brought it up to his face, but from the angle you see the upward turn on the corner of his lips. Why was he smiling?

“Isn’t this -he points at you- from the normal department?” You huff when you were referred to as ‘this’. “You sure she is smart?”

“Don’t mess with y/n just because she isn’t from the advanced class— And also! In the last exam she was placed third overall , right below Suguru.” Yaga shouted back.

Your eyes trail back to him when the boy beside you seemed to still, You’ve heard of Geto Suguru too. Apparently a boy from the advanced class who was also popular for his good looks. But not only that— he had a delicate aura around him which makes people like him and to add on he was very much academically smart.

Gojo lets out a breath, as if it were more of an amazement in your opinion. You watch him take a small step back as he turns around and gives you a smile, god was unfair when he crafted this smile. “Then please take care of me, my tutor.” His face was close to yours.

‘My.’ You face almost burst with heat.

“Gojo stop bothering y/n.”

“Ouch—! That hurt sensei.”

Ever since then, once you hear the bell ring indicating school was over for the day, there would be Gojo poking his head into your class with a boyish grin plastered on his face, he takes your book-filled bag, slings it over his shoulder as you guys would walk to the library.

He sometimes passes by your classroom which is in the opposite building whenever he wants to go to the restroom in between classes—I mean he never did specify which restroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

And when he does, his gaze flickered towards you, taking in the way your gaze reflected the warm sun from outside.It becomes clear to Gojo then that even now, despite everything—in between ever but of confusion, anger and guilt, he doesn't actually want to lose you. To his best friend. To anyone else.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Warm.

The way the curtains fluttered from the gentle wind, letting in a cool breeze and a glow of the evening sun and you. You sitting not even an arm's length away and just like the pace of his heart which picked up, pushing every worry he could still have further and further away because there was no space for those in that moment.

There was just you. And he could feel your presence a lot closer now, her warmth not far away from him.

God, you were beautiful.

So beautiful, he would not mind spending the rest of his life memorizing each feature belonging of yours.

“Stop staring at me.” You let down the pen you were holding, looking away from your homework.

“I can’t stop.” He admitted.

You huff, the smirk on Gojo widened as he could see a faint color rush to your cheeks. “Just do your work…” you wave him off as you grumble.

“I’m already done,love.” He continues his teasing.

You pink as you let out a small shriek at the nickname; you rush close to him as you cover your hands on his mouth. “Shut up—Gojo, I don’t want to be murdered by your fangirls because of this.”

He pecks your hands by pursing his lips forward, into the palm of your hands making you shriek once more pulling away.

“Gojo!” You glare at him as you reach your hands out and comically wipe your hands on his blazer as he laughs at your reaction. He leans forward as he looks at your books. “What’s this?” He asks.

“Ah…” you say as you bring out a book closer to him. “I’m studying for my entrance exam for this university.”

“Already?” But that’s like months away.

“Yeah.” Your voice is laced with a smile, gojo almost sees shining glitters surrounding you. “It’s like… kind of my dream as a kid to go here.”

Gojo laughs at how adorable you sounded. “Why that university though?”

“My parents-“ you turn almost too quickly to face him but then you stop yourself as you clear your throat. “My parents went there and that’s how they met and fell in love.”

“Ah…” Just like you and Geto… His heart pains again as he is reminded.

You bend down as you lean your head on the table, letting out a sigh with your hands on your sides. “I hope I get in though…”

“You will.” He says confidently. He knows you will. “Nerds like you will get in.”

“Gojo, I’m not a nerd.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“I’m not princess either!”

“Sure thing, love.”

“Oh— Gojo,stop that!”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“I need you to be serious, Satoru!”

He listens to you shout, even without turning to your direction he could basically sense you ‘huffing and puffing’, a habit you took till adulthood. He reaches out into the bushes, pushing the leaves away. “I am—! Sheesh, let me breathe.” Gojo laughs.

You two were currently near the patch of grass by the football ground; you had lost your key to the music club room—a room which was basically unused but you guys needed a room so you two can continue on with your study lessons. 

You bend to look over the bushes while Gojo does around the bushes checking every shrub. “Oh lucky— someone’s cigarette and lighter is hidden  here.” His smile widens as he reaches out for the gift, someone had kept here. “Satoru, don’t steal others' stash.” He puts it down upon hearing your words.

“So this where you go after classes,Satoru?”

He knew it was inevitable but he hoped he could extend it for as long as he could.

In front of him, holding a key was Geto Suguru, smiling at him with Shoko, a lollipop in her mouth peers over from beside him. “What you doing?”

Geto throws him the key at him which is catches instantly.He wanted the two of his friends meet you but he selfishly hoped it would be after like maybe, after you and Gojo date. Wow—what an optimistic! Gojo gulps, afterall what would he do if the two of you fall in love again? 

“You found it!” You jump, unaware that the two figures were his friends. You turn your head to look at him, at him. Despite Geto Suguru standing near you, you looked at Gojo. The white haired boy’s heart pulsed, the slow and steady pump now erratic and heavy with emotions. Just you looking at him with a smile, at him like he was the only one on the planet m. For the first time.

“Who is this?” Shoko says as walks to to the bush and sticks her hands in. You laugh. “That cigarette was yours?” Shoko nods.

“This… this is y/n.” Gojo grumbles, speaking low. “She is helping me with my reassessment.”

“That’s what you get for skipping assignments and test.” Shoko teases. 

Geto laughs.

Gojo eyes at your reaction and sighs in relief when you were still acting the same. Thank god, there was nothing of that ‘love at first sight’ going on. “I don’t need to take those test.Even Yaga knows I’m smart.”

Your roll your eyes. “I guess we won’t have those study sessions of now on, Gojo.”

“Wha— no! I need it.” Gojo jumps, as he comically starts shaking you, as if he got the most shocking news of the century. “No- nope! You can’t do that. I need you—!”

“Geto, let’s get going now.” She turns. Shoko looks over to Gojo, they make eye contact and the brown hair girl smiles. 

He knows that smile. 

That’s the smile Shoko gives when ever she figures out something. And equipped with a teasing look, Gojo is certain she knows that he is in love with you. “Good luck,Gojo.” With his studies or with you? Geto gives you guys a wave as he also turns around and walks way. 

From then onwards, it’s as if the friendship which you guys have in the future,college days were happening now. Hanging out, study sessions, sometimes sneaking into parties and café date; the four of you. Just like right now as you’re in Gojo’s room, a flat rented nearby your future college.

“No way.” Shoko starts. “We’re all going to be attending the same college.” Her smile widens when you cheer and jump into her arms, she quickly looks over and sees a fond smile on Gojo’s face…hilarious!

Geto laughs as he takes a sip on his coffee as the two girls snuggle closer to each other. “Did you know about this?” He peers over to Gojo who finally seemed broken from his trance—you.

Gojo nods. “Yeah… I mean I’ve seen her study for her exams.” He clears his throat. “Have you played the new ‘digimon’ game?” He changes topic, whenever Geto speaks of you or to you, it makes him feel small. This isn’t good. He relishes this yet it was suffocation. Gojo would never hate his best friend—never, but sometimes it’s insecurity and sometimes it’s guilt which swallows him whole. ‘Is this okay?’ 

Shoko breaks away from the hug and she pulls on your cheeks fondly, she thinks you’re the most adorable human as she turns to Geto. “Smoke break.” Geto smiles and nods, following behind Shoko who led the way.

Gojo turns to you, eyes carefully trying to take in your presence that is before he notices something—your eyes are ‘lingering.’ He follows your gaze, carefully in the direction.

You were looking at Geto.

All emotions are wiped from his face. Gojo knew this could happen, you can fall in love with Geto all over again. He was the one who was messing with fate and time, yet— it hurt.

You turn to Gojo, your face tilts up to meet his gaze as your lips turn into a teasing smile which quickly flatters when you see Gojo’s expression. Your heart settles and softens, you relax and reach over the table to grab one of his hands. “…Satoru?”

He turns to you, and smiles. “Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“No…just thinking.”

You gulp wondering why it felt as if suddenly there was a huge rift when they were barely centimeters apart; for someone as big as Gojo his voice was so—so small. “…About?” You were almost scared to ask.

“Are you in love with Suguru?” Gojo beats himself for this, he has gone and done it now! 

You tilt your head. “where did that come from?”

“Friends don’t give each other love-filled lingering looks.” He scoffs. “So tell me-“ no he was being pushy. Gojo felt so backed into a corner for a moment but when he locked eyes with you, he was hurting you with the way he was acting.

He stands up. “I think I need some fresh air.”

“If I did love him, what would you do?” 

Were you testing him? 

“Please—please don’t fall for anyone but me…” he mumbles.

You watch as he slumps down on the floor, on his knees, burying his face into his hands, curling up almost as if to protect himself. Gojo is no longer confident egoistic boy you know, right now he seemed so weak; as if he was tired after a long journey. “I have surrendered myself to you for all of time; past, present and future I am yours…”

Your head is dizzy with all this information. You need time, you need clarity. Gojo feels like he is losing himself in his thoughts and also rambles with no coherence to what his mind has to say. “I don’t know what do do with this emotion but if I try to stop them they overflow and-” 

His heart seemed to thud to a stop in his chest and then start up again erratically, hands seemed to be incapable of doing anything other than hang close by his sides.

“Satoru, I love you…” you whisper and it is only then when he realizes you were also on your knees in front of him, thumbs wiping tears from his cheeks. “I’m sorry for joking— I don’t love Geto. It’s you I love. Don’t hate me?”

How can he hate you when you were still his everything: you were his everything even when you were intertwining hands with someone else?

“It’s me?” He breathes out. “Did you say you’re in love with me?” 

You nod.

“Oh wow.” He says which makes you laugh.

“I love you…” He says, years of these words inside the depth of his heart, was dug out. “From the bottom of my soul, I’m head over heels for you, my love.”

You almost cry at his tone, so gentle.

He caresses your hair, tenderly, running his fingers through the soft, silky strands. When he eventually has his hands on your cheeks; your cheeks flushing as he gazes at you, captivated by your presence. Your eyes sparkle with wonder, your lips plush and rosy. 

You are flawless, perfect in this moment and beautiful in his embrace.

Gojo didn’t even realize when he started to get so close to you. His lips pressed against her pulse in a kiss before he nipped the skin.His limbs burned where he touched you, you were warm. So it was cold after all, he realized somewhere along the line. His hands were freezing, clinging to your lower back. 

Gojo wants to stay like this, holding you for a minute longer or forever.

A whisper in his head was telling him to let go—that it wasn’t right, but Gojo wouldn't. He was hanging onto a life line, it hurt, but if he let go now, he would drown.

Gojo was vulnerable. And you kiss him back. Kiss him till he is fine. Kiss him until all his worries fly— till he understands, you are equally so stupidly in love with him. 

Unbeknownst to you two, Shoko peeks over inside the door, a small crack reveals what’s inside “You think they’re done?”

Geto laughs. “Of course not…but give them more time and they’ll be in bed.”

Shoko laughs lightly making sure she isn’t spotted yet as she then peers over to the taller boy beside her. “What about you? You good?”

“Yeah… it was just a crush.”  Geto looked at Shoko from the corner of his eyes and his lips curl into a smile. Shoko was always so observant. 

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[wrongplacerighttime]

ex-boyfriend!harry x you

just a lil somethin somethin. wrote this super quick and didn’t proof read it so !!!! basically just smut with a lil bit of a plot, didn’t go into too much detail w the plot. just was in a….mood if you know what i mean HAHAHA.

wc: 2.8k

tw: ex-boyfriend!harry, smut 18+, squirting if you squint, unprotected sex, p in v. use protection kids!!!

bad idea, right?

The bass through the speaker in the bar turns to muffled bumps as you look down at your phone and see a text from your former boyfriend, blood draining from your face, from your brain and you can't form a coherent thought. Just his name that you never deleted from your contact list. It had been six months since the tumultuous end that you never wanted to think about. You stared at it for so long that the letters of his name blurred together. 

Harry. 

Yes with just a period, because you had removed the emoji you reserved just for him, a giraffe from some inside joke the two of you shared. You had wondered then if he kept the teddy bear by yours or if he removed it like you had, erasing that part of your relationship from his memory. 

You remind yourself not to think of it that way. It was over. Six months ago, when he came home and said he just didn’t want to be in a relationship anymore with no explanation. He packed and left the same night. You didn’t stop him…how could you have, when he was so hellbent on leaving? You just wanted him to be happy, if he decided it wasn’t with you, you had to learn to be okay with that.

Your finger hovers over the message, wanting nothing more than to open it and see if he finally decided to give you the clarification you were desperate for. You glance around briefly, looking to see if any one of your friends was near. If they saw this they would freak. They’d yell and scream at you to delete it without opening it. 

You knew you couldn’t. 

The coast was clear and you inhale deeply, holding it in until the message was open. 

From: Harry.

“Hey.”

Just one simple word. Chewing on the inside of your lip, you type back.

To: Harry.

“Hi.”

Three gray dots show up on the screen almost instantly, like he was watching the message thread and waiting for you to respond while you were having a crisis on the other end. You drum your fingers against the back of your phone, nervously shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you watch them disappear and reappear, as if he was typing and rethinking whatever he was saying. Then it finally shows up. 

From: Harry.

“Busy?”

Yet another message with one single word. Narrowing your eyes, you quickly type back that you were at the bar with your friends. The typing bubble comes up again, but he doesn’t seem to hesitate on sending this time because the only thing that comes up is an address. Assuming it’s his new place, you look around for your friends but don’t see them in your line of sight. 

You argue back and forth with the angel and devil perched on your shoulders. You know this means he wants you to come over. But it’s a bad idea, right? On the other hand you miss him, more than you ever missed anyone, and not getting to tell him how much you loved him when he left made it impossible to forget him. 

Just one time wouldn’t hurt, right?

Your phone buzzes in your hand, his name lighting up your phone in a different way this time. You press the green button without hesitation, putting a hand over your other ear to hear him better. But the other end of the line is silent, save for his breathing. Neither of you wanted to be the first to speak. Then he clears his throat.

“Come over.” He’s almost begging, and you sense some undertone in his plea. “Please. Just miss you.” He admits and the alcohol clouding your mind makes it sound like honey dripping from his tongue and you don’t question it. 

“Miss you too.” You slur, twisting a strand of hair through your fingers and looking towards the floor. “I’ll be there in 20.” You say without thinking about it and hang up quickly. 

You don’t waste time, leaving the bar and typing his address into your phone to get directions. On the way over, you think about turning around and going home, because this is crazy. You swore you were done with him, you didn’t beg him to stay, didn’t beg him to come back…and yet you’re unsure why it was so easy for you to come to his beck and call at your expense. 

You decide that it would be a problem for you to figure out when you’re sober.

You pull up in front of his place in a quaint little neighborhood, one you never imagined he would be living in. Sitting in your car for a moment, mustering up the courage to go knock was proving to be difficult but you take a deep breath and get out anyway. Standing in front of his door, you only get one knock in before he’s swinging the door open, not wasting any time like he was waiting there for you the entire time.

He’s there, standing in front of you, dressed in nothing but those goddamn gray sweats that seem to leave nothing to imagination and your brain sends itself into overdrive. It was like you were seeing him for the first time, and he was you. Looking at each other wordlessly, it seems to say everything the two of you need. You could see it in his eyes—longing, lust and a hint of repentance swirling in his gaze, but you know you’re not here for that. 

He surges forward, and you meet him in the middle. When your lips meet, you forget he isn’t yours anymore. Your heart melts along with your body pressing into him as your tongues dance together and heat swirls below your navel. It’s anything but gentle, teeth clashing together and tugging on his hair at the nape of his neck. His fingers tangle in strands of your hair, tightening his grip at the root and you whimper into his mouth. He backs into the foyer, bringing you with him without detaching his lips from yours. He lowers himself, tapping the sides of your thighs gently and wrapping his hands ‘round the backs of them and you know what he wants you to do. You jump slightly and he lifts you as you wrap your legs around his hips and he shuts the door, backing you into it and you arch your back, pushing your chest against his. You finally pull away from the kiss, needing to catch your breath. He doesn’t say anything, attaching his lips to your pulse point and lightly nipping at the skin there and you let a whine escape, leaning your head back to give him more access.

“Har.” Your eyes squeeze shut, teeth gritting at the marks he’s leaving on your skin, pain morphing into pleasure that clouds your senses. 

“Missed you so much, dovey. Can’t believe I let you fucking go.” He mutters against your collarbone between kisses. 

“Please.” You breathe out, and he brings his gaze to meet yours now. Using the door for leverage, he brings one hand up, drawing over your lips with his thumb and you part them for him. Placing the pad of his thumb against your tongue, you wrap your lips around his digit and suck lightly, hollowing your cheeks and his eyes flutter as he leans his forehead against yours.

“Fuck, angel. Missed this pretty mouth too.” He pants and pulls his thumb from your mouth, rubbing your own salivation over your lips. 

“Why am I here if you’re not going to fuck me?” You manage to ask, wanting to cut to the chase and still a little breathless. He grins.

“Who said I wasn’t? Just wanna take you in first. Didn’t think you’d show up.” 

“Well, I did. Please fuck me. Need it so much, Harry.” You beg and his grin grows. Carrying you, he walks you through the unfamiliar layout of his house until you reach the bedroom and he’s laying you down gently, climbing over you and kissing over exposed skin. His fingers dance under the hem of your shirt, sliding under and he palms over your tits and squeezing lightly. Your hands find his face in the dark and pull his lips to yours again.

The kiss is only brief, he stands and pushes his sweats off his body, kicking the material from his legs and he works on undressing you. He pulls your shirt over your head and immediately his fingers flick the button of your jeans open, pulling them and your panties off in one go. When he climbs back over you, you trail your hands from his chest to his navel, wrapping one hand around his cock and tugging gently. Thumbing over the tip, collecting the evidence of his own arousal. He swears under his breath, chest heaving at your gentleness and you don’t really want to waste any more time. You line him up with your entrance, forgoing any foreplay for the sake of just needing him to fill you like you’ve been craving. He seems to understand the desire you feel, slowly pushing into you and dropping his head to your chest. 

“Fucking missed this.” He says through gritted teeth, following his words with a garbled groan as he slides into you. You can only muster a whimper in response, the feel of him stretching you open leaving your brain fuzzy and unable to form a coherent thought and all you know is him…his touch…his cock. He stills when he reaches the hilt, warming himself inside you and he brings his head up to look at you underneath him. He can’t help but take in your flushed cheeks and your eyes squeezed shut, and he just loves how pretty you look like this. Like an angel. He pulls out to the tip and without warning drives into you over and over, hips meeting yours and his mouth pulls up at the corner at the noises you can’t hold in.

“Heard you fucking went out with Nathan.” He seethes and your eyes fly open at his claim. He knows you weren’t expecting him to bring it up with his dick inside you, but you know where he’s going. “Did he fuck you like this? Did he fill you like I can, pretty girl?” You can’t seem to find it in you to answer, lost in how he makes you feel. And you did sleep with Nathan, but you weren’t exactly sure how Harry knew that. 

“Answer me, baby.” He purrs against the skin under your ear, lips brushing against you as he whispers in your ear and you shake your head.

“N-no. Nobody—fuck—nobody does it like you.” It was the truth. Harry just knew how to satisfy you in a way no other man could. He knew you like the back of his hand, knew the spots that would make you scream his name…knew how to work you up just right until you were squirming just from his touch. 

“That’s right. Nobody fucking does it like me, dovey.” He’s relentless with his pace, looking for one outcome and one outcome only. He hits a spot deep inside your pussy over and over until you feel that all too familiar pressure building in your core. Your fingernails scrape over his back, clawing and holding him closer to you. 

“Har, m’gonna—” You can’t get the full sentence from your throat, your moan muffled as you bite onto his shoulder.

“I know it, angel. Fucking give it to me. Wanna feel you soaking me.” 

So you do, you let go and the pressure releases and you’re crying out and he’s got a smirk plastered on his face knowing no one but him can make you feel this way. You’re holding your breath and he’s tapping your face lightly to bring you back down to earth. 

“Breathe, dove.” He encourages and you exhale, chest deflating and your body goes limp from exhaustion. He fucks into you slower now, allowing you to recover and you give him a tired smile. His movements halt and he lifts your hips from the mattress, wrapping his arms around you and splaying his hands across your back while he kisses you again and again, pecking lightly until you’re giggling. 

Without pulling out of you, he pulls you to his chest and rolls until you’re on top of him, the shift in position pushing his cock in a little bit further. Your limbs are jelly and you steady yourself by flattening your palms on his chest. You roll your hips lazily, clit rubbing over his skin and making yourself shudder. You clench around him as his head drops back against the headboard, eyes rolling back from pleasure. His hands find your hips and squeeze, dimpling the supple skin. His fingers digging into your flesh burns but he knows this is how you like it, he knows that you like it best when it hurts just a little bit. Love looking in the mirror and seeing the evidence of his touches all over you.

He guides you the way he wants, rolling your hips over his cock before helping you bounce, ass meeting the top of his thighs so deliciously. It’s slow at first, then you find your own rhythm and fuck his cock into you and he’s a mess underneath you now. Praising you and roaming his hands from your ribs down to the swell of your ass. 

“Doing so fucking good, angel—taking me so well. Know you were made just for me.” His teeth clench together and his jaw ticks. “Can I cum in your pretty pussy, baby?” 

“God yes, Harry. Please.” You beg him and he nods, chuckling and throwing his head back once more. His hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him forcefully and you whine. 

“You’re a fucking dream, dove. So good to me even when I don’t deserve it.” He holds you there and he takes over, bucking his hips so he’s fucking you again and holds you just where he wants you. It doesn’t take much more before you feel him twitching inside you and feel the warmth of his cum spilling into you and it sends you over again, coil snapping as you pulse around him. You kiss over his neck as he rides you both through the high.

You stay there for a moment wrapped up in eachother, skin sticky with sweat and chests heaving together with pants and short breaths. Your head rests on his collarbone and you draw circles over the swallow on his chest and his fingers find a path on your spine, running down before coming back up. It was fast and quick and everything you needed. He turns his head and nudges you with his nose, pressing his lips to your skin and breathing in.

“I’m sorry.” You hear him whisper against your temple. Your eyes look up at him and feel your heart melting at the sight of him, sweaty and euphoric with his curls sticking to his forehead. 

“We don’t have to talk about it right now.” You mutter. “Just let me pretend the past six months didn’t happen for a little while longer.” He nods, pecking your temple once more, then twice. Exhaustion takes over your mind and you’re almost asleep on his chest when the shrill ring of your phone brings you to a panic.

You jump off of him, searching on the floor for your phone and when you find it you see it's a friend calling you. You swear under your breath, heart pounding in your chest when you realize you forgot to tell them you were leaving. You press the button and bring it to your ear as Harry flicks on his bedside lamp and illuminates the room with a soft glow. 

“Hello?” You say, calming yourself and trying not to sound too casual. 

“Where are you?” She asks curtly, and you curse yourself again for not mentioning you were leaving sooner.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling well and left. I tried to find you but I couldn’t. Then I forgot to text. I’m sorry.” You lie and she’s silent on the other end for a beat.

“So you’re home?” 

“Yeah.” Another lie. They didn’t have to know you were in Harry’s bed. Not yet at least. You’d tell them eventually. Just not right now. You chew on the inside of your lip, and look over at Harry who has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You roll your eyes at him and bite back your own grin. 

“Okay. Well…feel better I guess.” She says and hangs up. You let go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

You knew it was a bad idea.

Yet you didn’t seem to care as you crawled between his sheets and went to sleep.

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[exhaslo]

OMG HI IM BACK I HOPE UR HYDRATED

FAST AND FURIOUS MIGUEL AND READER WHERE THEY’RE RIDE OR DIE, STREET RACING WHERE MIGGY WINS AND GETS HIS PRIZE IN THE BACKSEAT OF HIS OLD 2000s MODELED SUZUKI ?????

NEVER WATCHED A SINGLE FAST AND FURIOUS

BUT I'M NEVER ONE TO BACK DOWN ON A GOOD OL' BACKSEAT RIDE OR DIE CAR SEX HAHAHA

Sorry this was so late to be posted. I'm still backed up with requests from last month!

Warning: MINORS DNI, smut, car sex, fingering

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There was never a dull moment in the city of Nueva York. Every street had something to offer, no matter the time of day. From the sunrise to even past the sunset. There was a reason why this city was given the name, 'The city that never sleeps'.

Amongst its citizens was you. A lovely night owl, just gearing up to be entertained by your fantastic boyfriend. Honestly, this was something that you had never thought of as entertaining. Car racing in the middle of the city was what kept you up most nights...

But Miguel showed you otherwise.

That man was going to drive you insane. When you first met him, you swore that all he cared about was his car. He treated it more like a woman than you sometimes, but...you opened up to his point of view. You saw how much Miguel cared about both you and his night life activities.

That, and he was goddamn hot when working on his 'baby'. Miguel was a mechanic during the day and one of the best street racers at night. You on the other hand just worked a normal office job; however, you easily became one of the most popular flag girls for the race.

"Amor (love), are you trying to temp me before the race?" Miguel said with a low hum as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You felt your cheeks fluster as Miguel pressed you against the wall. His kisses against the back of your neck were sweet and hungry. With a soft press of his hips, you felt Miguel's erection right into your booty shorts.

"Miguel, this is what the other flag girls told me to wear," You said with a soft whine, turning around in his grip, "They mentioned something about a special prize I'll be offering."

"Hn," Miguel grunted lowly as he glanced at the time, "Whatever prize it maybe, this body is only meant for me to see."

"Haha, they're just booty shorts. I haven't worn something like this in such a long time."

"And the tight tank top?" Miguel rested his head by your breasts, inhaling deeply, "Ay dios mio (oh my god), I better win this race and fast so I can tend to you."

You chuckled at Miguel's possessiveness. Pecking his lips, you stroked his cheeks, rubbing against the small gruff he had growing. Miguel pouted and quickly went to clean and shave. Sometimes he forgot about himself when he worked.

Once ready, you scooted yourself into Miguel's passenger seat. Miguel leaned over to land a deep kiss against your lips before driving off to the event sight.

You remembered the first time he let you in his, 'baby'. You were confused as to why he took so much care of an old 2000s Suzuki. Miguel gave you quite a story when he explained everything in detail. How even the smallest mod could change the way he drives.

There were a lot of do's and don'ts in his car too. You followed them since you knew how much Miguel cared about his car. Glancing at his backseat, you wondered what Miguel was working on there. He had been making some changes and improvements that always left you curious.

"Alright, make sure you wave that flag extra high for me when I win," Miguel said with a low chuckle as you got out of his car.

"Hopefully the prize is just as good."

"I could always use some more parts," Miguel hummed and winked towards you before driving off to the others.

You smiled brightly as you hurried to the other girls. This was going to be a first for you. Taking part in Miguel's hobby made you happy. The other girls giggled towards you as led you to the starting line. Everyone cheered once you all arrived.

"Shake that ass!!" Some of the men in the crowd cheered.

You felt your face burn up and looked around for Miguel. Once you found him, you giggled towards the glare he gave to the crowd. This was probably going to be the last time you became a flag girl. Miguel was far too possessive of you to have men drool.

"Alriiiiight, who's ready for tonight's race?!" The announcer yelled out, followed by a wave of cheers, "We got a special prize today! Been a while since we've gotten a new flag girl, so you all know what this means!"

"Trophy! Trophy! Trophy!"

"Thaaaaat's right! (Y/N) will be the delicious trophy for today's prize! Here that racers! You get a special night with our lovely (Y/N)!"

You felt your face pale as you tried to ask the other girls what the announcer meant. They all just smiled and reassured you that it was fun and no harm done. You knew better. Staring at Miguel, you frowned as you saw the scorn on his face.

Miguel hurriedly got in his car and revved up the engine. You trusted Miguel, so you had faith that he was going to win, but if he didn't...Miguel might end up fighting someone.

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Miguel was beyond furious. He knew that some of these races got a little out of hand, but to use you as a prize? Cussing lowly as he gripped the wheel, Miguel slammed the gas petal once the flag was raised. He refused to let anyone else have you.

Hearing another engine rev, Miguel hissed as he saw his main competition catch up to him. The nerve! Gripping onto the stick shift, Miguel just smirked as he decided to go full out. He had to show these people that he was number one for a goddamn reason!

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You were shaking in your seat as you watched the race from one of the monitors. Biting your thumb, you nearly whimpered as some of the other racers came a little too close to Miguel. Miguel was still far in the lead, but it didn't stop you from worrying.

After another few go arounds, you gasped in awe as Miguel took the victory once again. Unable to contain your excitement, you rushed over to your boyfriend as the announcer cheered him on.

"Are you ready for you-Oh, hey, wait! We're not done!"

You were giggling to yourself as Miguel carried you with in and threw you in his car before driving off. Glancing back at the annoyed announcer, you cheered and wrapped your arms around Miguel's neck from the back seat.

"I was so worried! No one told me I was going to be the prize!" You said with a soft whine. Miguel kissed your hand as he drove to a remote spot,

"Neither did I, babe. I wasn't going to let anyone win." He grumbled as he parked, "But, since I did. I should claim my prize."

You raised a brow before laughing as Miguel made his way to the backseat. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled as you gave him light kisses around his face. Miguel hummed in response before licking your lips.

You parted your lips for him, moaning softly as Miguel ravished your mouth with his tongue. His hands roaming your upper body, slowly sliding your top off. A shiver ran down your spine as the cold AC from the car hit your exposed nipples.

"Are you sure you want to do it here?" You asked, humming softly as Miguel kissed your neck.

"Made sure its comfortable," Was all he said as he started to rub your clit through your pants, "But, can't make a mess in here."

You whimpered in response, arching your back as Miguel licked your breasts. His tongue swirling around your nipple as his rough movements against your clit made you tremble. You grabbed onto his arms, trying to balance yourself as you moved your hips.

Miguel grunted in response as he undid your shorts, throwing them on the ground. He proceeded to bite and suck against your nipples while his fingers went under your panties and circled against your sensitive bud.

"M-Mig~"

"So wet already for me." Miguel chuckled as you moaned, "If you make a mess in my car baby, I'll have to punish you."

"I-I won't." You whimpered, tugging against his arms.

You shuddered in pleasure as Miguel moved his fingers down to your cunt. It was hard for you to move since Miguel's body was pressing you into his seat. Another whimper of a moan escaped your lips as you felt him play with your folds before slowly entering a finger into your pussy.

"Miguel~" You cried out, throwing your head back.

Your moans grew louder as you felt your loving boyfriend pump his thick digits into your core. His tongue still against your breasts, sucking against them. You body was burning up, shaking and ready to burst...but you couldn't make a mess.

Part of you wanted to cum all over his seat and take the punishment, but the other part of you was enjoying Miguel's game. Gasping as Miguel entered another finger, you moaned loudly as he curled his fingers into your gummy core.

You finally burst when you felt his fingers press against your sweet spot. Crying out his name, you panted softly as Miguel pulled his fingers out. His smirk was wide as he licked his fingers clean, holding your hips up.

"Good girl, keeping my baby clean." He said with a low chuckle.

"Mhpm," You nodded and trembled as Miguel slowly pressed his tip inside your hole, "M-Miguel~"

"You're doing so good." He hummed, slowly pushing himself deeper inside you, "Always taking me in so well."

"Mig~ Miguel~" You cried out, feeling him fill you.

You squirmed in place, clenching against Miguel's dick as he furthered entered you. You could never get over the feeling of Miguel splitting you open, filling you to the very brim. His dick always bruising your cervix, giving you a reason to stay in bed for days.

"That's my girl," Miguel hummed as he sat his dick nice and deep inside of you.

You whined in response, reaching out for Miguel to move. He kissed your hands once more before starting his ruthless charade of thrusts. You cried and moaned as the car shook under you. Miguel's cock was slamming into your wet cunt, claiming you as his.

Arching your back as Miguel bullied his cock into you, you cried out a series of moans as you felt your orgasm approach again. Miguel held your hips, slapping himself into you. The sounds of your bodies echoing throughout the small car.

"Keep it in, baby. No messes," Miguel grunted as you came again.

You gasped and shuddered as Miguel changed positions, placing you on top of his lap. His grip was tight on your ass as he made you bounce against his cock. Pressing your chest against his, you whined as Miguel gave you his first load of cum..

"Good girl," Miguel hummed. You rested your head against his chest, your pussy sucking his cock dry,

"D-Don't bully me too much," You whimpered. Miguel stroked your cheek, kissing you deeply,

"I'm just claiming my beautiful prize," He teased, holding your hips as you started bouncing on him again, "Maybe we can make this an every victory reward?"

"Ah~ Mhm~ Y-Yes~" You moaned, panting heavily as you felt drawn into pleasure, "I-I'll reward you....for each win~"

"And if I lose?" Miguel asked, pinching your clit. You cried, cumming against him once more on the spot,

"T-Then...I'll ah~....mhm...c-console you."

"Awe, what did I do to deserve you?" Miguel chuckled, pressing you against his seat before pounding you from behind, "I'll reward you too, baby. You did cheer me on."

"Yes~ Yes!" You cried as Miguel bottomed out inside you, "M-Miguel~" You whimpered.

Miguel chuckled as he pulled out, using his fingers to keep his cum inside your abused cunt. You shivered in response and whined as Miguel put your clothes back on.

"No messes. Keep me inside." He whispered in your ear. You shivered in response and nodded,

"...So...When's the next race?"

"In an hour."

Your face turned bright red as Miguel roared in laughter. He kissed you once more before returning to the driver's seat, making his way back to the event sight. You behaved and sat in the back seat, anticipating his upcoming win.

You just had to make sure not to make a mess in his car.

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I hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!

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[luffysscraps]

Throat choke;🔞;Drabble;Ft; Monkey D. Luffy

Cw;NSFW;Fem reader;Spit kink;Choking;Gross Luffy;Sloppy sex

“Mo~More~! D-deeper~ open wider~!” Luffy requested so much from you when he knew you had your throat filled with his cock. Your head hung over the bedside while his hips were leveled with your head. His hips would snap and thrust into your mouth at a very quick pace, choking you every time his length reached the back of your throat. His balls would slap against your face with every thrust, giving your skin a colored mark in the shape of his testicles and whiff of his musk.

Tears flowed down your face from you gagging on his cock. His hands gripped the sides of your face to hold you steady like you were nothing but his toy. “S-soo~ good~! Aha~ ahh~!” God He’s so loud, if the bed rocking didn’t give it away his moans and groans sure will. You felt his drool fly from out of his mouth and onto your breasts coating it in his slime. From the side of your face all the way to your stomach was covered in hickies and love bites. The male had devoured you earlier and now it was your turn to be his little toy.

You felt him in your skull, he was fucking your brains out with every single thrust. He would go in fast spurts, fucking you into oblivion before he stops, holds your head firmly on his balls while his whole dick is inside of your mouth. He stopped briefly to pant and catch his breath, unintentionally choking you with his dick. The skin of his balls sticking to your nostrils, not allowing you to breath and suffocating you silently. Your eye’s sclera turn red from the lack of oxygen, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you tug on his thigh, desperately trying to get his attention so you can breath again.

“Whoops, sorry-“ Is all he says as he pulls his length out of your mouth. You cough and gag, tears streaming down your face and you feel a bit light headed. It was an honest mistake! You should really tell him when you can’t breath!

Anyways, he’s back on it in seconds. Recovering his stamina faster then you can your need to breath. Right after apologizing for choking you, he’s right back at it. Shoving his dick down your throat, his dick stretching the skin around your throat causing a bulge to show in your throat. You whine and moan sending vibrations up his cock that only seem to motivate him more in chasing his orgasm. “Sooo~ Good~ Hahaha~! Y/N~! Your mouth is so tight! Gonna empty my balls down your throat~!” Luffy cries out, he’s rambling almost like a mad man as he fucks your throat. Spitting a bit when he speaks, causing it to splash on your face and chest.

Your eyes roll back as his speed somehow increases, you didn’t think he could get any faster but he does. His size hits the back of your throat with strength and speed, so hard and so rapidly your throat would be sore in the morning. Your mouth making naughty sounds from the gargling and gagging on his dick. His moans and skin slapping mixing with the noises causing the room to sound like nothing less then a porn shoot.

Luffy throws his head back and slams his length down your throat one last time. “Ugh-UGHA~! C-Cumming~!” He speaks babbles as his loads shoots to the back of your throat, only stopped from going down it by the latex condom around his length. He squirms and jolts as his seed keeps flowing, his dick twitching and throbbing with every shot, shooting his sticky cum down your throat. You feel the condom filling inside of your throat, a bag of cum now lodged in your gullet.

Once he was finished, he pulled out panting, the weight of his cum causing the condom to shimmy off of him a bit. The ball of cum still stuck in your throat as he’s panting besides you. “Hah…ha…” He pants out above you, sweat grazing his abs as he can only think about the blissful Ecstasy he had just moments ago. Your face turns red as you gag and inhale on the ball of cum stuck in your throat.

You try to force it out with a couple of hard blows but you were too weak and tired from being fucked out. It’s only when Luffy feels your weak fingers tapping on his thighs and your hics and coughs does he notice the condom’s end is still in your throat. He’s about to pull it out to help you but he only watches as finally one of your gags kicked the latex bag out of your throat. The cum bag covered in your spit sat and rolled down your face as you were panting trying to recover your breath.

He stared at you with wide eyes. His dick instantly hard again from the gross and sexy sight of you. His face filled with red, he knows it’s a long shot because you look half conscious at this point but…

“One more.” He begs like he did the last time and before you know it your throat is clogged with his cock once again.

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[yayakoishii]

Type | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst with Happy Ending

Warning(s): Alcohol consumption, drunken confessions

Inspired by: Your Type by Carly Rae Jepsen

Summary: You know you're not Sanji's type. Yet you also can't bring yourself to get over him. Consoling yourself with alcohol doesn't go as planned...

A/n: I'm done with Sanji fics, I say. Then I proceed to write a Sanji fic because I'm so in love with this boy it's ridiculous. Apparently all it takes is one reminder of why I love him and I'm a puddle for him again. Probably why a lot of my fics have so many compliments for him. I always want him to know how amazing he is hahaha~

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The big bonfire had plunged everyone in a golden and orange hue, the warmth in the atmosphere lingering from the aftermath of another island successfully saved (and destroyed) by the Straw Hat crew. In one corner, Sanji was flirting with some girls, who were looking at him shyly and hanging on with great interest.

Somehow, it didn't feel as good as always. The blonde chef found his mind instead conjuring up your sweet smile and a giggle. Flirting with you was different. Somehow, it was the only time he felt giddy now-a-days. It was weird, but Sanji wasn't an idiot to not understand what it meant.

He knew he was falling for you and yet, he was also aware that his heart had chosen an impossible target. You were the most kind, generous and sweet person he had ever come across– and there was no way you would ever look at him as a potential partner. Sanji knew that, his brain knew that, but his heart was adamant. It has chosen and it refused to let go.

Giving up to its whims again, the chef excused himself from the ladies, who looked disappointed and tried to make him stay but he gently refused by giving some excuse and a compliment. Feeling eyes on him, Sanji looked around to find you shooting him a glare. It startled him, especially when he noticed the glass of alcohol in your hand.

You hated the bitter taste of alcohol. You never drank it and always refused it so what could have made you drink today? Sanji couldn't understand but he found his feet making way towards you the moment you swayed where you sat. His hands found purchase upon your shoulders when he was close enough and he steadied you such that you were leaning against his stomach.

You inhaled deeply, almost like you were taking in Sanji's scent, and it made a shiver run down his back.

"Sanji…" Your voice was a mere whisper in the din of the party but somehow, it reached Sanji's ears. "Take me home."

Home meant your room in the Thousand Sunny, a place Sanji had never stepped foot in. He had, at times, escorted you to the door but never went in and you had never offered either– it seemed like he would intrude on your personal space if he ever asked.

"Of course," he said quietly, carefully helping you to stand up. You never drank, but now that you had, Sanji wasn't sure if you had drunk too much or if you were a lightweight because you nearly collapsed again, giggles bubbling up your lips.

"My legs feel like jelly," you slurred towards the end, putting all your weight on Sanji, who easily held you up as you tried to straighten up. "Jelly… Milk pudding… ah, your milk pudding the other night was so good, Sanji."

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart," he patiently let you struggle for a while before you gave up and looked at him with tears in your eyes. Your mood swings were extreme when you got drunk, apparently. "How about I carry you back, my love?"

"Would you?" You peered up at him through your wet eyelashes and Sanji wanted to kiss your tears away. Even while crying, you were somehow the most beautiful sight with your adorable red nose, the flush of alcohol making your ears and neck and cheeks warm, droplets sticking to your eyelashes.

Without a word, he picked you up like you weighed nothing in a princess carry, and you squeaked at the sudden dizziness. Your arms automatically came to circle around his neck and Sanji hoped that you wouldn't be able to hear his heart hammering at such a close distance. You were pressed against him, and he could feel you– it was too much for his heart and he really didn't want to let you know how much of a big fat crush he had on you, lest it embarrassed him in front of you.

To you, he always wanted to appear like a cool, suave and charming guy. And yet, when you were around, he always ended up fumbling or stuttering or messing things up. The effect you had on him drove him crazy.

"You're so cool," you murmured, your lips tickling his collarbone from where they were pressed. "Your hands are always cold, did you know that, Sanji?"

"Yes," the chef smiled to himself, watching you draw hearts with your finger on his shirt. You were pouting again. "Is everything alright, love?"

"Mm?" You looked up at him, eyes wide and glossy.

"You never drink," Sanji gestured his head back towards the party, which was now quite a distance away that the noise had dwindled down. In the silence of the night, the moment felt all too personal and intimate. "Did something happen?"

"I got tired," you whispered, pausing from drawing hearts. You looked away, warm tears running down your cheeks. "It's been a bit hard these days. Love is hard, Sanji."

Sanji's heart skipped a beat at the last sentence. You were in love?

"I know I shouldn't," you continued on, no longer looking at him but at the starry sky above you, "that my feelings will just ruin everything. I know I'm not his type, and I know he will never look at me the way I want him to. I know he will only ever see me as a friend at most but God, if I just didn't love him as much I do. I want to do so many things with him, for him, to him– I want to be by his side and love him."

"He is a very lucky man," Sanji's mouth felt dry as he spoke. The food he had eaten suddenly seemed to want to come out the way it had come in and Sanji was sure that the only reason he hadn't puked yet was because you were in his arms. You, who were in love with some other man. Probably someone from the crew. (Was it Zoro? Sanji never actually hated the guy, despite his claims, but he felt like he really might resent him a little if the mosshead was the one receiving your affections.)

"Is he?" Your voice wavered. "He won't ever look at me that way. It kills me when I see him with other girls because I know he will never see me beyond a comrade because that's just how it is. I'm not, I'm not the type of girl he would fall for."

"He must be blind then," Sanji said loudly. You had reached the Sunny and got onto the deck, but he simultaneously wanted this conversation to end and not end. Who was it you liked? Zoro didn't flirt. Was it Ussop? He sometimes fooled around. "To not notice you, to not, to not realise your value." To not realise that he was a lucky bastard who got your love when Sanji would do anything for it. Anything. "W- Who…"

Sanji swallowed the lump in his throat before trying again.

"Who is he?"

You didn't answer for a few seconds. He tried to gauge out your reaction and found that you looked angry. Your mood swings were really extreme.

"I hate you," you hit Sanji's chest without any real power in it. The words were like a slap to Sanji, who looked at you heart-broken. You were angry, but you were still crying. "I wish I could mean that. I wish I could look at you and not constantly feel so in love with you. I wish you were mean or horrible or a jerk so I could get over you but you're, you're kind. You're sweet. You treat me like I'm the most precious and important person to grace the earth. You comfort me and you hold me and you flirt but never force anything on me. You're a gentleman, you're caring and I see you. I see who you are and I fall in love. I'm sorry, Sanji, I love you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for ruining everything, for taking advantage of your kindness, but I can't make it stop. I can't–"

You sucked in a deep breath, scratching at Sanji to let him let you down. The chef did so, too shocked to say or do anything else.

"I can't look at you and not love you, Sanji," you whispered, eyes reflecting a broken and sad look. "I'm sorry I love you."

For a few seconds he didn't know what to say, brain trying to catch up with everything you had said. Him. You loved him. Not someone else, him.

You seemed to take his silence as your answer and turned around to leave but Sanji panicked and tugged at your hand, making you bump into his chest. His hands came around you in a circle, holding you with a desperation he didn't know he had in him.

"Don't be," he said breathlessly, feeling winded from the rush of his own feelings and thoughts. "Don't be sorry for making my dream come true, not when all I have wanted is for you to love me back. And don't be sorry for entrusting your heart to me. I swear, sweetheart, if you would let me, I'll take so good care of it. I'll never let you regret it. So please, give me your heart. Because I already gave you mine without either of us knowing."

You chuckled, the daze of having your love returned making everything feel unreal. You turned around and got on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss against his lips.

"Silly boy, it was always yours to begin with."

Sanji's heart was still hammering as he looked at you giving him a sweet smile and pulling him into a hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes, just the two of you under the stars on an empty ship, swaying lightly to inaudible music. A few moments passed before Sanji realised that your breath was evened out– you had fallen asleep in his arms.

That made him laugh, looking at your peaceful and smiling face burrowed in his chest, right next to his heart. Remembering what you had said before, Sanji carefully tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Then silly girl, you should know you were always my exact type, to begin with."

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[hxtmvlk]

Yandere Blade making himself a wife!

Just a random thought I got in the shower today 🤧🤧

Dead Dove Do Not Eat

A beautiful ballroom filled with people chattering as violins and musicians played, dancers dancing their heart away. It was an eye catching sight for one, well it would have been if you weren’t stricken with anxiety. Elegant food laid across a table, you would have taken one of the treats it offered if your stomach didn’t feel like it was on the verge of exploding with butterflies. You take in a sharp inhale, fidgeting with the cloth of your ball gown.

“Is something the matter Y/n?” Your friend asked you in a worried tone as she inspected your features. You shake your head no, giving her a soft smile, “Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve attended to…such a ball.” She giggles at your response, soon making her exit into the crowd after making sure you were ok. You sighed, maybe you should just forget about the debt and go have fun tonight. Getting the fit of courage you managed to walk into the hundreds of people in the room. You go into the crowd, going the way your friend seemed to head to after your chat. Looking around you noticed people were looking in a similar direction, curiously you looked the way.

Black cloak. The stench of blood and death. His red gaze piercing into your soul. You felt your heart beat quicker at the sight, your hands becoming clammy as a cold sweat dripped down your back making you shiver. He stook out like a sore thumb amongst the old fashioned people, none of them wearing as modern clothing as he. His long black hair followed along him as he made his way towards you. Run. Running was the only option, carefully you navigated the other way trying your hardest to get away from him. You bumped into at least 10 people trying to find the exit. You pushed open the door towards an empty hallway running out.

“Running away from me now?” His raspy voice was sounded in the empty hallway, you let out a hitched gasp turning around and seeing him taking his time behind you. You continued to run, but unfortunately your outfit wasn’t as too kind to you. The heels giving you blisters made you trip, you yelped in pain as your knees bled against the hardwood floor. His maniacal smirk grew wider seeing your pathetic trip, it was like he was enjoying catching his ‘prey’. He easily caught up to you as you started to try and crawl away. Tears were brimming your eyes as you saw the intimidating man loom over you. “Get away!” Quickly you took off your heels throwing it straight for his face. His quick reflex made it too easy for him to catch both of them, but it still managed to save you some time to get up. He grabbed onto your shoulders stopping you from running again. Tears now ruined your makeup, mascara smeared across your cheeks as you look up at the stellaron hunter. “I-I have no more money…” you sniffled feeling unpleasantly weak. He was going to kill you…you’re going to die with your stupid father’s debt…

“What makes you think I want your money?” His rough question made your eyes widen. “Y-you don’t want it…?” You look at him stunned with confusion and fear. The dark haired man drew closer to you, his long fingers on your shoulder drawing closer to your neck rubbing circles against it. He lets out a tsk, “I could care less about the money you owe Elio. I came for you.”

You let down a dry gulp, your jaw shaking. “W-Wha-“ The lighting in the hallway made his blade more noticeable filling you with more fear, how fitting for his name to be Blade you think. “You’re- You’re going to k-kill me…?”

"Hahaha..."

Blade chuckled at the thought of it. Were you that afraid of him? How silly he thinks, he wouldn’t allow himself or anybody to hurt his precious little girl. No one could. Blade's scarred fingers were still pressed against your hot neck.

"Kill you? No, this body of yours is far too tempting for me to kill." He puts more pressure on your neck, almost threateningly. You could smell the death in his breath, you wanted to vomit from the stench and his grip. You were frozen in fear like a deer in headlights as you watched his dark blade go up. He smirks drinking in your fear, “Wait here.” You didn’t understand his request or why he wanted you to wait but, you did. His fingers slowly left your neck, your breathing slowing down once again. He glances at you before going back into the ballroom. You were confused on why he decided to go back in there again and with you behind.

It wasn’t until you heard a blood curdling scream rip through the air. You were shaken by the scream that soon led after, one after another… Your teeth chattered against each other as you stared at the door that led to the ballroom. You could smell the strong scent of blood fill your nostrils. You were terrified and confused, why was he doing this?! Why was he killing them and not you?! You had to run and get out of there as quickly as possible… run!! Why wouldn’t your legs move?! Your knees felt like bricks!

…The screams slowly died down… the door softly opening, revealing the blood bath ballroom of people…that included your dear friend. There stood Blade right in front. His face and clothes covered with a gruesome red scene. He smiles at you, what was supposed to be warmly comfort gave you more of a discomfort. You noticed the tin tray he was holding, elegant treats that were supposed to be for the esteemed guests. He walks over to you while holding out the tray of sweets. “We’ll be wedded here and in return your debt will be forgotten.” You were speechless, your senses being overwhelmed by the scene that had just unfolded.

One glimpse of that blooded blade though, it made you nod a quick yes. He smiles at your willingness all while shoving one of the treats into your shaky mouth.

#yandere #dead dove do not eat #yandere blade #hsr blade #yandere hsr #honkai star rail

[propertyofkylar]

jhhnggg pity sex with virgin bestfriend kylar...

wdym this hasnt been sitting in my ask since november...hahaha i have no idea what youre saying...

m!kylar x (dumb as a bag of rocks) gn!pc, we're bringing back bestie kylar

"Are you okay, Kylar?" You were sitting with your best friend on his bed, but he looked strangely...blank.

It had been a long week. Someone at school had asked you out on Monday, and you had excitedly told Kylar all about it. But on Tuesday, that person was absent. They came back on Wednesday, but with bandages wrapped around their arm, and they had totally avoided you.

So you had ended up crying into your best friend's arms, hoping he would cheer you up. But something seemed off about him today.

Kylar shrugged, his eyes boring down into the floor. "I dunno."

You sighed and scooted closer to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. His breath hitched when you did so and his eyes flitted to yours before looking away again. "C'mon, Ky," you pleaded. "You can tell me anything."

He drew in a deep breath before speaking. "I'm just....jealous."

"Jealous?" You cocked your head in confusion, and Kylar finally looked at you again. You couldn't place the emotion in his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." he looked almost confident for a moment, but it fizzled and he became his normal self. "Um...you just...have experience and I...don't."

Oh. "I had no idea you felt that way, Kylar," you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a hug. Immediately, he leaned into you.

Something came over you in that moment and before you knew it, you were opening your mouth to speak again. "Do you want me to help?"

He drew back and stared at you with wide eyes. "W-what?!"

You shrugged. "I feel bad. I don't want you to feel lonely. I can help you."

Kylar was trembling and his hands were shoved in his lap. Finally, he spoke, it barely coming out as a whisper. "Y-yes..."

You smiled and leaned in to him, but Kylar gripped your shoulders and kissed you fiercely. His lips were wet and the kisses sloppy, but overall it wasn't unpleasant.

"I love you," he mumbled, and you felt something hard press against your leg.

Taking control, you pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his lap. Kylar dug his fingers into your hips and practically whimpered. You shoved your crotch against his and he moaned again.

"P-please..." he whispered. You grinned again and leaned back to tug your shirt off. He stared at you, mouth slightly agape.

"Your turn," you said, pulling at the hem of his hoodie. He quickly tore it off and the shirt underneath, leaving the two of you topless.

Kylar pulled you down against him, kissing you again. It was a bit surprising to you how forward he was. You figured he must've been very pent up.

Removing yourself from him, you instead sat next to him and unzipped his pants. He lifted his hips slightly so you could slide them down, but you got distracted.

Because the bulge in his underwear was absolutely massive.

His face turned red and he averted his eyes. "I h-hope it's okay..." he mumbled.

You didn't answer, just pulled out his thick cock and marveled at it. You were certainly no virgin, but this had to be the biggest dick you had ever seen.

"Oh my god," you murmured, immediately dropping your head and giving the shaft a lick. Kylar moaned and gripped your hair.

"That f-feels good," he squirmed beneath you. You experimentally took a few inches into your mouth - no way could this whole thing fit in there - and bobbed your head on it for a few minutes. But when you thought Kylar was getting close, you felt his hands pushing your shoulders.

"S-stop," he said, breathing heavily. You looked up quickly, hoping you hadn't done anything wrong. He shook his head. "N-no, it felt...good. But I..." he inhaled deeply. "I...want you."

You nodded and pulled away, tugging off your bottoms. Hesitantly, Kylar reached out and touched you. You let out a yelp. His inexperienced touch was far from the best you'd had, but you couldn't deny that it felt good. Sucking off your best friend after finding out he was hiding such a massive dick had made you insanely horny.

Kylar smiled at you, seemingly gaining more confidence. He loomed over you, teasing your hole with his cock and making you whine. "Is this okay?" He asked.

"Yes," you breathed. "Please, Kylar."

He flushed bright red at your words and slowly began to ease into you. You gasped - you had never felt so full in your life.

Kylar, meanwhile, was babbling absolute nonsense. "Feels so good...hah...I love you. I love you so, so much."

"Kylar," you whimpered, and he began to speed up. "Does it feel good? I want to be the best you've ever had. I want to make you mine. I want you to forget everyone else."

He was fucking you properly now, his other hand reaching between your legs to rub at you. You were so blissed out, you barely knew what he was saying. Meanwhile, you couldn't even speak yourself. The only sounds falling from your lips were moans and failed attempts at saying Kylar's name.

Kylar let out a feral whine, licking the side of your next. "Gonna...fill you up," he gasped. "Gonna mark you. Everyone will know." His hips were slamming into you and his hand felt so good. It was too much.

"Fuck, Kylar!" You cried out as your climax hit. He didn't slow down at all.

"So good. So - hah - good," he mumbled as his hips thrust into you one final time. His orgasm was clearly too much for him because he immediately flopped on top of you. "I love you," he said again, pressing his sweaty head into your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you.

"Fuck," you panted, feeling exhausted. Despite Kylar's complete lack of experience...that was pretty good. You pushed his bangs out of his eyes and he gave you a wobbly smile.

His eyes glazed over - it was like he was high off his orgasm. "We should do that again and again and again. And we can get married. And you can live with me. And we can do that forever and ever." Kylar kept rambling with his arms and legs wrapped around you, his cock even still inside you.

You just closed your eyes and let him continue.

#KYLAR SEX!! #degrees of lewdity #dol #kylar the loner #dol kylar #kylar x reader #dol x reader #writing #bestie kylar

[meabh-mcinness]

I really loved your Narnia courting headcanons!, can we get the same but for Kalego and opera?

You sure can! We’ll start with Kalego and then do Opera in a separate post because space~ totally not because I find them harder to write hahaha😅

Kalego Courting Human!reader

Much like his older brother, it’ll take a minute for Kalego to even admit he likes you, much less try to court you.

But for a completely different reason.

Whereas Narnia wouldn’t want to because you’re human, Kalego wouldn’t want to because he seems to have some less than desirable thoughts towards “love”.

Likely due to the way he was raised I will strangle whoever came up with the Naberius rules, I swear He seems to be the type to believe love is a distraction rather than something to seek out or even want.

Probably doesn't help that you're related to a boss he hates and a student who constantly causes trouble. Not to mention who your security devil is.

Also, he probably doesn’t know you’re human still, at least in the beginning.

Because let’s be honest, at this point it’s not so much that no one trusts him with the secret so much as you just literally forgot to tell him and have assumed he knew, since both Shichirou and Opera do, and he's always involved in things that happen.

(This leads to a very funny confrontation one day when you kinda just throw out some knowledge about the human world in comparison to the Netherworld.

“You act like you’ve been there.”

“Well of course I have, it’s a bit hard to be born a human down here. Although I wouldn’t be too surprised if there's a small colony or two hidden somewhere. As a race, we're rather adaptable, it's why Iruma and I can attune to different situations so well.”

“…born as a what now?” 😐)

He may have a tiny fit about this at first.

Humans are considered weak and fragile, after all.

But he gets over it.

Once he finally admits to himself he does in fact fancy you, he still won't make a move right away.

Kalego is a surprisingly cautious demon, and he doesn't want to risk the humiliation of rejection, or make either of you uncomfortable.

He will however choose to be around you more, subtly testing the waters with your reactions to different things.

He isn't very good at it, though.

You ask to borrow a pen since yours has run out of ink? He'll hand one over with only a bit of snark, his fingers purposefully brushing against your palm and linger for a moment or two longer than necessary.

You complain, only to him, about running out of your favourite brand of something? The next day, you have an "anonymous" gift of that very thing.

He is only slightly less petty to you. Whereas other 'newbie' teachers will end up with piles of work as tall as them, yours is maybe half that.

Just as I said in Narnia's, I think demons start courtships with gifts!

I think he'll probably give you something along the lines of practicality, but specialized practicality.

Perhaps a leather-bound notebook with a pretty one of a kind design on it. If you're the artist type, he might get you the highest quality brushes with your name ingrained on them.

I still stand by that Kalego is the silent acts of service, gift giving and quiet quality time type.

He's a confirmed rich boy, and so has no issue giving you gifts he thinks are worthy of your station.

Definitely not into PDA. The most you're getting out of him in a public space is an offered elbow and a hand on your back to guide you in crowded areas. If you're lucky, you might get a hand to hold.

I don't know why, but hand holding with him just seems super OOC to me. But him placing a possessive hand on your back seems far more in character.

He's an old school lover by personality and training.

He is better at initiating at home, but not by much.

Will hug you randomly when he needs comfort, though. Buries his face in your neck to inhale your scent until he has nothing but an empty brain and you.

While he's bad at initiating touch, he's perfectly fine with you doing it. Just gotta warn him before you do bigger things.

Want to rest your head on his shoulder while you both grade? AOK, as long as you're in private.

Want to sit in his lap while you both read, sharing a glass of wine, music playing in the background? He's more than OK with that.

He also enjoys having you pet his head. Enjoys the pressure of your fingers against the spots where headaches had been forming, and then are chased away by your skilled ministrations.

Also, I feel like he would enjoy ear messages?

I personally think that much like Narnia's been confirmed to have a seriously good sense of smell, Kalego has seriously good hearing.

He says "Silence!" so much, even when the people around him don't seem that loud, because they actually are that loud to him.

Better than normal senses are both a blessing and a curse. For him, though, it's mostly a curse.

He works in a high school filled with loud teenagers and just as loud co-workers. His ears are probably practically bleeding before the first period has even started.

Which is why he enjoys the ear messages. Helps the pain go away.

When it comes to you, though? He's never been happier to have it.

He loves music, but he's found no better rhythm than your heart beat and has never heard a better vocalist, even when you're sick with a scratchy voice.

You are quite literally his favourite song.

Hope you're brushed up in musical terms, by the way. He will use them a lot.

Despite his love of music, he probably doesn't get much chance to talk about it. So you're going to bear the brunt of everything he wants to say from the "The lyrics are atrocious, but the melody is quite lovely. Though they could stand to add a piano bit here and perhaps a few more strings." to "Have you heard so-and-so's latest album? It's really very good compared to other things coming out lately. It almost seems like this band knows what they're doing. Almost."

Although let's be real, hearing him jabber on about his interests is not going to be a chore.

Speaking of interests, I hope you're OK with cacti because they are everywhere.

He likes to collect them and takes great joy in caring for them.

Will occasionally compare you to one, but he means it in a good way.

Not in a 'you're really prickly' way, but in a 'Much like their beauty, yours is incomparable and unmatched before anyone else's' kind of way.

He'll also do things for you without prompting.

Running low on items needed for a beloved hobby? You'll suddenly find them replaced the next day.

Need to eat, but you don't have the energy to cook? He'll either cook for you or have a spontaneous restaurant date.

He'll always have a fresh steaming cup of tea for you in the morning. Or your whatever your favourite drink is if you don't like tea.

On a side note, I feel bad for you coffee lovers because I'm pretty certain it doesn't exist in the Netherworld, and it doesn't seem like there is a counterpart to it.

Have fun going cold turkey! -Love from a tea enthusiast

He will play music for you!

And if you also play an instrument? Even it's just singing or a light clapping of the hands, he would love to duet with you. Having a partner to play music with is literally something I can see him looking for in a partner.

If you don't play an instrument, but like to dance? He would more than love to see you dancing to his music.

It makes him feel things he didn't know he could feel.

If you can't music or dance, don't worry! He's more than happy to just play for you as you listen.

If you're interested, though, he'll be more than happy to teach you.

Little at home dates teaching you to play the piano or the violin, or any instrument you want to learn, is one of his favourite ways to spend time with you.

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He's quite distressed though when he realizes that by courting you, he's exposing himself more to the Sullivan family. He had to call out for a few days from the headache it gave him and wanted to cry at the fact he'd have to be related to the two demons he hated most, plus his favourite problem child.

Unlike Narnia though, he's incredibly helpful with raising Iruma since he practically already saw him as his own pup anyway. (Lets be honest, all of the misfits are his kids, even if he won't admit it.)

He brings the stricter side of parenting to your softer one to help balance it out. Iruma is quite happy with this arrangement, since now he has another parent to bring pride too and encourage him.

Sullivan cries a lot at Kalego blocking him from a good portion of his overboard ideas when it comes to you and Iruma. It's one of the few times you can see Kalego and Opera working together without complaint.

He's also a real guard dog when it comes to you.

He is fully willing and able to fight off anyone and everyone who decides they want to have a go at you. Even if it's his own family members. Whether it be members who have gone rogue coughNarniacough or members who think that courting is beneath Naberius's, especially unranked demons, he'll fight them all.

Listen, I have a headcannon that the Naberius clan uses highly ranked surrogate carriers and just don't do courting/marriages because romance would be a distraction.

Kalego fully believed in this until he met you. Now he's fighting the other family members (i.e his father, because his uncle couldn't care less) into submission because he refuses to give you up.

Speaking of Naberius headcannons I'm pretty sure they all have dog tails, and while Kalego usually hides his, he'll let it out and about for you. When you're alone, of course.

He refuses to admit it out loud, but he enjoys your fingers running through his tail fur, move your fingers just right, and you might even get to see it wag a little.

Will occasionally sit down next to you and just plop his tail in your lap for the pets while pretending to have not noticed and be doing something else.

Also, he's addicted to you even if he's very good at not showing it.

He's not pleased to go an extended amount of time without seeing you.

Will be extra grump and waspish during that separation period, and then will actually be slightly touchy when you're back.

Especially after the HeartBreaker exam, he will be keeping an incredibly close eye on you, and will be making lots of excuses on why you should be spending time together. From schedule/training planning for the misfits, to paperwork discussions when on school property, to a lot of at home dates when you're not at school.

In other words you have your own personal guard dog.

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[betterfettered]

Bruh can I be honest and say your Yan! Leviathan kinda scares me because Levi already lives rent free in my head and I kinda don’t wanna know what would happen if he figured it out?

I’m literally not joking about leviathan straight up living inside my brain rent free, like he actively takes up a shit ton of my thoughts enough for me to get the Tetris effect when I sleep.

And idk why but something tells me that if he knew that I’m practically obsessed with him, I wouldn’t be touching grass or seeing anyone else ever again for my entire existence.

Hey anon!! I am sorry this took so long, it got really long (3k words!!) and kind of went in its own direction hahaha. I hope you like it!! It turns out that you were right, and no one will ever find you in his clutches LOLL Let me know what you think?

(AFAB!reader x AMAB!yandere)(Plus size reader💖🫡)(noncon)(stalking)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(sort of kind of an AU but not really?)[This is fetish content and rape and stalking are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Your reaction was strange to Leviathan because he'd imagined it over and over again in his head no less than a thousand times but had not been able to divine what you actually reacted like. In his mind when he'd intentionally spilled his drink on himself you'd make a little surprised noise or say "oh no!" or laugh, but in reality you just frowned, your eyebrows lifting in shock.

The important part, however, you still did: you turned to your bag, rifling through it for some napkins, and offered them to him like it was nothing, like making his heart jackrabbit to the point of nearly shattering was nothing. He snatched them quickly so that you wouldn’t see how his hands shook in anticipation.

Okay, next say thank you, he said to himself and tried his hardest but was unable to pry his lips open or make eye contact with you or even breathe. When the elevator reached the floor that the both of you lived on, he sprinted from the elevator to get to his door, spilling plenty more cherry slushy on himself in the process. He could barely get his hands steady enough to get the key into his door, but the second he was inside and had slammed the door behind him he tossed his soiled jacket and the half empty slushy to the ground and hurried into his bedroom, dropping on his knees in front of his shrine of you.

Well, it wasn’t a shrine just yet. It was too small – he had only the things he could salvage from your trash, like an empty lipstick tube, a plastic fork from some takeout, a debit card statement listing all of your purchases six months ago. This was the first thing you had ever given to him, though, the first gift with your scent and blessing on it. He shut his eyes and held the napkins up to his nose, inhaling deeply and summoning the image of you to his mind.

Leviathan focused on your eyes, thinking about how your gaze meeting his meant that you were not looking at anyone else and, he imagined, not thinking about anyone else. It didn’t take long for the memory to become a fantasy: he imagined you looking at him still, but now with your bottom lip caught between your teeth out of sheer lust for him. Reaching into his nightstand for lube, he imagined your outfit, which was the standard button down and pencil skirt combination that was something of a uniform for office workers. It was unremarkable but for the way it hugged the soft protrusions of fat on your body. He liked to imagine that your larger size made you unpopular on the dating market, so he would (in his fantasies and occasionally dreams, when he was lucky) be the first to touch and squeeze and lick you – he’d be the only one that you granted such access to, because he and only he was that special to you.

He placed the stack of napkins on his bed and pushed his face down into them to free both hands to undo his belt and slather his cock with lube. Even just touching his shaft made him shiver and clench his jaw, but he didn’t start pumping just yet because his fantasy was still incomplete. First, he needed you to turn to him in his mind, walking towards him until you had sandwiched him up against the wall, every plump part of you pressing up against him like a full bodied hug. Then, when he nearly collapsed with desire both in reality and in his mind, you reached a hand down to his pants, running your hand back and forth over his cock and looking up at him and only him. Only then did he begin stroking, murmuring your name to himself and clutching his bed. It was only a minute or two before he reached his peak and came so hard into his other hand that he became incoherent, his own moans shoving your name out of his mouth to take its place.

Once he caught his breath and the immense pleasure receded, he was filled with a longing that made his eyes begin to tear, his mouth pressing together as he tried to hold himself together. He needed you. At this point, his fantasies were almost as torturous as they were alluring. Just imagining was not enough and never could be, because while he was here with you, you were off thinking about or talking to someone else. He needed the entirety of you and he needed to show you with his body just how much he worshipped you, the same way he did in his mind every night before sleeping.

His hands were slick with cum and lube, so he shut his eyes for a moment once more and rubbed two fingers into the other palm, imagining that it was your tummy covered in his cum instead, but could only tolerate the fantasy for a few seconds before climbing to his feet to go clean up both himself and the mess he’d made in the entryway. He spent the rest of the night hugging a pillow on his couch and watching the old Ruri-chan OVAs from his favorite season and trying to hold back the tears pressing against the backs of his eyes.

Leviathan did not see you again for another week – perhaps you had been working early or late. When you once again met in front of the elevator, he felt downright giddy and reflexively covered his face with the back of his hand, but the glee turned to pure shock when you turned to him and said “Oh, happy birthday, Levi!”

What he did not know was that the day before, a pair of gentlemen (one ginger, one with hair graying only at the tips) had mistakenly knocked on your door. The shorter one pointed and released a party popper right at your face, and the taller one held out a cake that had bites taken directly out of it. Surprise! They had said, and then the three of you were surprised indeed, because you were not who they were expecting and you had not been expecting anything but still could never have imagined this would happen. They asked for a Leviathan, you pointed them next door, and the one with the frosting on his face apologized around another bite he had taken right out of the cake. The other apologized, too, but distractedly, as he was preoccupied with sadness that he had wasted his only party popper on you instead of his brother.

No, Leviathan was not aware of any of that, because Beelzebub couldn’t control himself around the cake and Belphegor wanted a new party popper, so they gave up and planned to come back tomorrow, the actual day of, without saying a word to him. If Leviathan could have spoken in that moment, he would have asked you how you knew, but he could not, so instead he stared at the ground and tried to figure out how you knew. He didn’t generally think of himself as disposed to illogical thinking, so when it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, you had been just as taken with him as he was with you, he figured it was the most obvious conclusion.

He imagined that you had gone home after giving him the napkin and touched yourself, too.

Maybe you also had a shrine for him in your home, and one of the things in it told you when he was born.

“Have I said something wrong…?” you asked, eyeing his stunned expression.

It was all he could do to shake his head, because you had actually said the best possible thing that you could have. Was he dreaming?

When the elevator arrived to the right floor, he allowed you to get off first and then trailed behind you, not even noticing the antlers starting to sprout out of his head and the scales started to spread across his skin. It was as though he was mesmerized by you and couldn’t do anything but follow.

You got to your door, opened it, and then cried out when you felt his full weight against your back, pinning you to the ground. His tailed whipped out and slammed the door shut behind the two of you, and he pressed his nose into your hair, inhaling and shivering a little, feeling his common sense melting away to be replaced with only intoxicating lust.

“What are you doing?!” You demanded, your voice wavering with fear. “Get off of me right now!”

He didn’t reply, only focusing on how the way you were struggling was rubbing your ass up against his cock and making him pant. Was it really possible that you were here beneath him, all his for the rest of your lives together? Distantly he wondered why you were struggling if you were obsessed with him, but brushed it away as not important.

“Please, just get off of me and leave,” you said, your voice becoming thick with the tears starting to pour down your face.

He got to his knees, putting one hand on your shoulder and one beneath your tummy, pulling both upwards to flip you onto your back. You only resisted for a few seconds before allowing him to turn you over onto your back, your shimmering wet eyes meeting his crazed ones and drawing another sob out of you. This did not seem to stop him, as he almost immediately rested back on top of you and pressed his lips to yours, jamming his long tongue into your mouth before you had a chance to clench your jaw. You gagged a little at the length of it, long enough to reach the back of your tongue, and tried to push him off of you, which he merely ignored until you stopped.

He only pulled away and sat up when he noticed your elbow working against your side, at which point he wanted to observe what you were doing with your hand. You were holding your cell phone and trying to type something into it, but as soon as you saw him notice it you pulled it closer to your face, typing as quickly as possible. He felt his heart sink: even though you were in love with him, you were thinking of someone else while he was kissing you. Despair settled over him until it gave way to a sort of panicked jealousy: would you ever unlearn this? Could he trust you to commit to only him? You were going to be his first (and already had been his first kiss)…was he really ready for this? This would be your first fight with each other as a couple.

While he was thinking, he snatched the phone from you and crushed it in his hand, tossing the broken bits aside and pouting.

“Who were you going to call?”

“N-no one.”

“O-okay, well then! Who were you g-gonna text?!” he asked, being able to hear how pathetic he sounded himself.

Try to sound like Lucifer! He told himself, and sat up a little straighter. You can do this, you can do this.

“Th-that…was cheating,” he said, and then tried making his voice a little deeper. “Don’t think of any one else. Ever again….uh, d-do I make m-myself c-clear?”

Complete fail, uggghhhh

It took a moment for you to calm yourself enough to speak.

“Please just let me go,” you repeated around sobs. “I won’t call the police or anything. I won’t even mention it to my friends. Just…please don’t....”

He climbed to his feet at that, though he didn’t leave you even a moment to think your pleas had worked on him before he wrapped you up in his tail, lifting you off of the ground and above his head. You cried out and struggled, kicking him with your feet a few times until he held you further away, but he paid no mind and instead locked and deadbolted the door behind the two of you, then walked deeper into your apartment, checking all of the doors in his path until he found your bedroom. He wanted to pause to look around and examine every last bit of you that the room contained, but he was so hard that it was starting to hurt, so he darted over to your bed and slammed you down onto your back, unwrapping his tail so he could sit down, push your legs up and put them on either side of his waist.

Unfortunately, you still had not learned your lesson about struggling, so he clamped his tail down on your neck to hold you still, tightening it when you started to move around too much, and grabbed both of your wrists to hold them beside your head where the end of his tail could wrap around them, too.

You were talking, or maybe just crying, but he couldn’t focus on that. His attention was completely absorbed by his cock pressing into the heat of your core and your writhing body.

He reached out with shaking hands and undid the buttons of your shirt, taking a while not because he was savoring it but rather because he was trying to undo them too impatiently with his uncoordinated fingers and not being that successful to the point that he ripped the last few buttons open in his haste. His hands pressed down into your plush stomach and then, after a moment of enjoying your inviting softness, he ran them upwards until he held your tits in both hands, squeezing them in a circular motion the way he had seen in a few hentai movies and then pushing his fingers into your bra to touch your bare skin and catch your nipples between his fingers, pinching them until you gave a short whimper that made his cock twitch. He slid his hands out and yanked the bra down to reveal them, then leaned down into your chest and shoved his face right in the center of it, squishing your tits against either side of his head while his hips started to buck against yours, greedily craving the friction between you. His face felt so hot at this point, and yet was no match for the warmth of lying there against your heart.

While he’d had plans to lick and suck your tits and maybe bite them a little to see if he could get you to make noise again, he didn’t think he could wait any longer to penetrate you, he sat up and shoved your skirt upwards around your waist until he could reach your panties, then pushed your legs together in front of him with his arms so he could pull them off of you (and stash them in his pocket). He felt so relieved that he’d only worn joggers today and didn’t need to bother with a belt or a zipper, so there was only a second between your panties being removed and the head of his cock pressed right into the folds of your pussy.

“Don’t! I’m begging, please don’t!” you wailed.

“But y-you’re wet,” he observed, rubbing his cock up and down your slit to spread your juices.

You didn’t reply fast enough; he lost patience and shoved into you with a desperate whine. It felt even better than he had imagined day after day all of this time, so he didn’t move at first to try and avoid cumming immediately. Instead, he reached for your hands, freeing them from his tail so he could weave his fingers into yours and press them into your sheets on either side of your head.

“L-look at me,” he panted, tightening his tail around your neck when you didn’t obey. “I s-said to look at me.”

It took a few seconds for you to run out of air and begin struggling to breathe, but you did eventually look at him, instantly making his heart pound. Suddenly, he felt unbearably shy, so he buried his face in your neck as he started to fuck you, slowly but insistently, his pelvis grinding up against yours like he couldn’t get deep enough inside of you, his moans muffled beside your face. Feeling your breasts jolt against him with each thrust he couldn’t help but start to fuck you a little harder, too, just to feel them bouncing beneath him.

He didn’t think to tell you when he was about to cum, since his mind was completely whiting out from the pleasure and his moans sounded frantic and irregular because he couldn’t quite control the sounds he was making, so you only knew that he was filling you when he stopped suddenly, releasing your hands to grab your hips hard enough to hurt and pull you as close into him as possible. His entire body shook against yours for a while. Once he relaxed, still panting but not digging his fingers into your flesh as hard any more, his entire frame draped over yours with exhaustion.

Ten minutes later, he finally sat up to address you, lovingly stroking your hair and cheek.

"That was so much better than in my head. I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life.

“Um, I don’t think you finished, right? S-sorry, I’m…anyway, I’ll read a little more about how to satisfy you on reddit! Then I’ll show you what I learned. We have a lot of time for me to practice until I get it right. I'll definitely make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

“Just let me go,” you murmured, out of tears.

“I never will,” he answered, his voice so resolute that it grew steady even if for only a moment as he promised that. “I’m in l-love with you, a-and you’re going to love me. And only me, no one else. If you think of anyone else, I’ll…I’ll hurt them. And you, too.”

Perhaps you weren’t out of tears after all, as the words made you start to cry again.

This time, he pulled you upwards and wrapped you in his arms while still inside you, grateful for the opportunity to feel as though he was taking care of you. His mind was already starting to wander to plans of where you both would live, how he could punish you to make sure you never spoke to any one else again, and what he would tell his brothers and closest gaming buddies about the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Dreams really did come true. The two of you only had happily ever after in store for you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #betty fetty #tw noncon #cw noncon #tw: noncon #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #obey me levi x you #obey me levi x reader #yandere smut #omswd smut #obey me smut #obey me levi

[tomssexdoll]

omgg write a fluff w tom/ bill where him and the reader are high outta their minds that would lowk be hilarious it could also be a little smutty in the end 👀

HAHAHA YESSS

Stoned

PAIRINGS: Tom 2007 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT (just a bit) SYPNOSIS: Y/N and Tom are high as FUCK, they are friends and she comes over to his house to try this "new" thing he has. She assumes it's some sort of drug or weird guitar solo, they watch movies, cuddle and at the end get a lil bit freaky... A/N: haven't been high in over a year so don't bash me if i get the feeling wrong, it's from what i remember lmao WARNINGS: teasing, kissing, drug use (weed)

Me and Tom have been best friends for over 10 years, he has been my rock, supporting me through everything. He never changed, always hanging out with me, showing me off to new friends. He was amazing.

One day he called me and said he had something to show me, something "new" he wanted to try out with me. I immediately knew it was a drug or a weird guitar solo, he is full of surprises I guess.

I got into my car and started to drive to his house, wondering what stupid thing was going to consume my day.

I arrived eventually and greeted Tom, hugging him tightly and walking inside, sitting in his room. He came in with a little baggie of what looked like weed, he handed it to me and I sighed "Tom this is a lot of weed, do you plan to smoke it all tonight?" he chuckled "no of course not, if we like it we can try it again at the party next week" he rummaged through his draws, pulling out a small black bong, decorated with skulls.

"Wowww real edgy" I rolled my eyes playfully, he laughed and slapped my arm playfully "shut up it was on sale, i'm not spending 50 fucking dollars for a small bong."

I stood up and grabbed the grinder that went with is, putting the bud in there and grinding it down, once it was finished I grabbed the bong, packing some of the weed in there.

"Wow you really know how to do this huh?" he smirked, admiring what I did. "Well my brother smokes and it's not like I haven't done it before so.." I shrugged and grabbed the lighter, sparking it and hovering the flame over the bud, sucking in the smoke. (did i just give you guys a tutorial..)

I inhaled it, feeling it burn the back of my throat but in a nice way, a familiar feeling to when I smoked cigarettes. "Fuck..that's some good shit..where did you get it from" I blew the smoke out, starting to get the effects already.

My head a bit woozy, eyes drooping ever so slightly and everything becoming a bit more brighter. I looked back at Tom, finishing the rest of the cone, the way he threw his head back when inhaling was so sexy..the way his lips slightly parted and his eyes slowly shut.

"I got it from Greg, you know, Janes older brother" he looked back at me, blowing out the smoke as well. "Oh.." I said slowly "well it's not dodgy weed I'll tell you that" I giggled.

Everything was a bit slower, my talking, movements. It felt wonderful, like I was as light as a feather.

"Let's have some more, cmon" he scooted closer to me and we had 3 more cones each, it was hitting hard now, things were much more slower, I looked down at my hands and they were slightly out of focus, like I had 4 hands.

I got up from his bed and grabbed his hand, going towards the kitchen and raiding his pantry, grabbing all the snacks I could find and a few cans of soda. I sat down and dropped everything onto the coffee table, laying down next to him, resting my head on his lap, "should we order pizza.." he mumbled, I nodded slowly and grabbed my phone, dialing the store and ordering 2 large pizzas, one cheese and one meat lovers.

"Fuck..we are gonna feast" he chuckled, his eyes super red and droopy, I smiled and picked a movie to watch.

After 45 minutes our pizza FINALLY ARRIVED. I ran to the door and quickly gave the pizza guy the cash, slamming the door and almost tripping trying to get back to the couch, "fuck!" I yelped, Tom just laughed and grabbed one of the boxes, stuffing his face with pizza.

"Mmm...so good" he groaned, I grabbed a slice and ate it, savouring the taste "has pizza ever tasted this good?" I said, it was like they put magic into it, usually pizza was mid but this time it was amazing. Our movie was ending soon, we picked a horror, which was kinda dumb because we were so high.

I sat up and held him tightly at the suspense, screaming and hiding my face into his arm when the jumpscare popped up "jesus" he chuckled "it wasn't that bad" I rolled my eyes and softly shoved him "shut up..wasn't even scary.." I mumbled

By the time we had finished 3 movies everything was DEVOURED. We decided to chill for a bit, have a talk and enjoy each others company. I layed down on the couch and he spooned me from behind, holding me close.

Usually we'd always cuddle, it was never weird to us but this time, the tension was super high. Not even in a bad way, it's like the air was thicker...the way his arms were wrapped around me and his face pressed softly on the top of my head made me feel some kind of way.

I turned around and looked up at him, it's like in that moment, we were the only people alive. His eyes washed over with desire and love, surprising me. "You know, you are so beautiful y/n, you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen" he smiled softly, brushing a hair away from my face.

"Yeah whatever, I'm sure you tell every girl you hook up with that.." I rolled my eyes, secretly enjoying the praise. "No, y/n..I mean it, you are so beautiful" he leaned closer, our lips basically inches away.

"Tom..." my breathing hitched slightly, searching his eyes for deciet but all I saw was sincerity, love and compassion, I smiled softly, blush creeping onto my cheeks.

"I want to kiss you.." he whispered, his breath hot on my lips.

"ok pizza breath.." I giggled and leaned in, kissing him gently. He kissed back, wrapping his hand around to the back of my head and pulling me closer, locking our lips into a passionate embrace. His kisses got more urgent, his erection becoming prominent in his pants, pressing up against my leg.

"See how you make me feel? You drive me crazy" he moaned against my lips, slipping his tongue in my mouth. I reached my hand down and softly palmed his clothed cock, making him groan softly.

His hands snaked down to my waist, then to my ass, squeezing it softly. Then, his hand came back up, slipping under my shirt and grabbing my breasts, rubbing his thumb over my nipple, sending shivers down my spine.

I had grabbed one of his shirts earlier, removing my bra since you weren't able to see much anyway, it was getting a bit hot so I changed my outfit.

"My shirt looks so good on you..might have to fuck you in it" he mumbled, grinning widely.

I chuckled "we'll see about that", I rolled us over, flipping me on top of him, deepening the kiss.

#tom kaulitz #tokiohotel #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x y/n #tokio hotel smut #tomkaulitztokiohotel #tom kaulitz smut #2000s #late 2000s #y2k #i love tommy #i love him #cannabis #bud #smoke weed everyday #smoking #tom kaulitz fluff #fluff #smut #female reader #x reader #fem reader

[cambion-companion]

I cannot concentrate on my work (ironically as a TA writing up my phd thesis) because I read your intelligence 8 tav x raphael fics and now I am shaken to the core and all I wanna do is daydream about being a clueless little slut in the house of hoep

please saer can I have some more

hahaha I'm so glad that brain worm took root, intelligence 8 Tav is delightful. I also wanted to incorporate this lovely ask as well and express my gratitude for the support you all have given me this month. All is well! Enjoy a drabble with a Tav/reader utterly oblivious to the true nature of a cambion...to them he's just a tiefling with wings! how cool!

Raphael + reader (gn) drabble

(I'll probably write another that's more romantic/cute but this was too funny to pass up)

"You have an uncanny talent at getting into the most outlandish situations." Raphael pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, inhaling a deep breath.

You looked around at the decadent room he'd rented for himself, steam rising from two baths and flower petals ornamenting the lush red carpet. "I wouldn't think a devil-guy would be the sort to have tulips thrown about."

"Roses." Raphael corrected, his hand clasping firm about your upper arm just in time to save you from slipping on the wet tile and braining yourself. "I would wager a hefty sum of gold your mind does not entertain too many thoughts at one time."

"Thank you." You murmured, touched. You allowed him to escort you to safety upon a chair and watched with vague interest at how his lips twisted in bemusement. "I should thank you for saving my bacon back there. Wasn't expecting to survive that. But Shart always gets Withers to bring me back when we run out of those glowy scroll things."

"I do believe I sense a migraine coming on." Raphael squeezed his eyes shut briefly before crossing to pour you both a glass of dark brown alcohol.

You took the fancy crystal glass and downed the drink with gusto, only realizing your mistake when the scorching whiskey had passed into your gullet, and you burst into a coughing fit. Raphael sighed and gave you a solid couple thumps on your back as you struggled to breath. "There now. Death by imbibing spirits too eagerly is no way to enter the afterlife. Not until you've served your purpose, at least."

"What?"

"I'm concerned for your well-being, dear."

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve. "That's really nice of you, Raph." He winced at the nickname but just barely managed to keep a pleasant neutral expression. "I don't know why everyone else threw such a fit about you, you're not a bad dude."

"I'm flattered." Raphael almost felt a sense of annoyance at how easy this was. He enjoyed a challenge, and this mortal was certainly not bringing it. He drained his glass fluidly and returned it with a clink to the table. "Now, your person is more or less stable for the time being."

You looked around, checking behind you. "What person?"

"Your body has been plucked from the peril you so naively flounced into." Raphael clarified, a slight edge to his words now, he was running low on patience. "Be a good mouse and run along, fetch me the crown and we can part ways amicably."

"I never imagined mice to be much good at fetching." You mused, rising to your feet as Raphael practically pushed you from his room. "That seems more a dog's forte. Oh, we have a most wonderful dog back at camp-"

The door closed in your face, so close it almost clipped your nose. You stared at the dark wood for a moment, then smiled and shrugged. You spoke a little louder so he would be able to hear through it. "His name is Scratch! What was I saying? Oh yes, dogs fetch crowns and balls better than mice! Maybe keep that in mind when giving people animal nicknames!"

No answer.

He must have gone to take a nap. You were sure cambions probably did that often since they seemed to act much like cats in every other way.

Smiling to yourself you departed, convinced that you and Raphael were now bosom friends.

#raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #raphael baldur's gate 3 #drabble #fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #raphael x you

[dabislittlemouse]

Tw: Somnophilia

You were sleeping peacefully when Dabi snuck into your apartment late that night. He hadn’t intended on paying you a visit until later on but well…. Shigaraki had gotten on his nerves and now he had some anger he needed to blow off. And what better way to do that… Then with you? So here he found himself standing over your sleeping form. You were on your stomach with your pillow tugged tight to your chest. You looked so cute, so sweet, he almost felt bad for coming….

His mouth twisted into a grin. So tonight, it seemed, was one of those nights that you decided to forgo your sleeping shorts. His gaze travelled like a brand over your bare legs. Your skin so soft and smooth against the calluses of his hands as he finally moved to kneel over you. You squirmed slightly but otherwise didn’t move even as he snickered and bent to trail his warm mouth along the skin of your legs as his hands hiked your hips up.

He pushed his face straight against the skimpy cloth of the thong that barely covered your pretty pink cunt. He let out a rumbling groan as his eyes rolled back and he inhaled the sweet scent that was leaking from between your raised hips. How the hell you hadn’t woken up yet he had no idea but he wasn’t complaining. It was only after he was tongue deep inside of you and slurping at your cunt like a starved beast that you stirred.

Your hips wriggling and soft moans falling from your mouth as you slowly began to come to. He chuckled against you and reached down to quickly undo his own pants as he pulled away from you. He watched through lidded eyes as you turned your head and slowly began to open your eyes. But it was only as he rubbed the thick head of his cock against your leaking hole that you really came awake. Your eyes widened, his grin stretched until his mouth split his face open, as he gripped your hips and slammed himself straight into you.

The cry you let out was music to his ears and he groaned as his head fell back. Gripping your hips for dear life, he set a brutal pace right from the jump. It was all you could do to grip your sheets and take it. “Hahaha fuckin- hnnnghhh! Wakey wakey babydoll~” he taunted as his cock bullied straight past your womb.

“Even half asleep you take it so well. Good fuckin giiiiirrrlllll~” his voice trailed off into a moan as he fucked into you like he would die if he didn’t. And when you came the first time, a loud wail ripping from your throat, he couldn’t help the sadistic laugh that fell from his mouth as he never once stopped.

*moans loudly*

The way this had me so feral yesterday yall- Bean is always there to bless torment me when I’m terribly horny, it’s literally the fourth time I read this I’m not even jokinggggg 😮‍💨😫 I’m so WEAKKKKK for somno

#B’s inbox🦋 #Beanie💜 #your writing and ideas never fail to make me DAMP af 😮‍💨 #i do love being bullied #dabi x reader #dabi #dabi smut #touya todoroki #mha dabi #tw: somnophilia

[parkersbliss]

Shit | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x wanda!reader

warnings: violence and cursing

wc; 1.2k

synopsis: five has one badass girlfriend to help take down the sparrows… or try to

requests: CLOSED

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list 

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“shit”

that summons it up pretty quickly tbh

like damn saved the world once and you’ve all been replaced

hahaha. .. what the fuck

“they claim to be spawn” reggie said

“claim? okay five what the hell is going on” allison asked turning towards five

five grimaces “I don’t know yet but it’s concerning”

“this is great,” you mumble

it starts with klaus trying to hug ben and being humbled and punched so hard he flies over a table

instantly, fight mode is activated as everyone argues if that was necessary

and then marcus punches luther and it’s game over

your eyes flash red, energy pulsing in your hands

“I’ll take this one babe” five said

you, of course, already know how that will go

he goes to knee ben, only to get punched

but he punches back and spins around

he goes for him again but ben ducks

five frowns, once again going for it

but ben blocks his arm and punches him in the stomach before turning him in a choke hold

five blinks out, falling next to you

“you’re alive! that’s great or possibly horrible, I’m not really sure yet”

“okay is that some sort of weird smack talk”

“it’s really more of an extensional problem, really, ben” five chides

“awesome, well, here’s your next problem”

“my turn” you grin

ben launches one of his tentacles at you

and you’re quick to throw it and him to the right with your magic

“you know even though you’re a total asshat now” five starts

ben again tries with his tentacles and you just shake your head, “nuh uh”

this time he uses two and you deflect them easily and send a ball of energy his way

he stumbles back and five appears next to him, punching him in the jaw

“It’s nice to see you again, really”

there’s a weird squeaking noise and you turn to see a flying cube

you furrow your brows, charging up your powers

then diego jumps on it and starts screaming “Who’s your daddy”

you and five just sigh before looking to help the others

you both teleport to the main room to find allison and vanya

allison’s on the floor and five grabs her before teleporting out

you glare at the man who was there

“okay showtime”

you use your magic to propel yourself up before firing at him, however, the pain radiates back at you

and he’s unaffected

you groan and switch to a different approach

you lower yourself down in front of him, smirking “stand down” you spoke slowly

he does and you smile before flying off to find five

“what are you their mascot?” someone snorts

“more like their ringer”

you drop down as five blinks behind her and socks her across the jaw

you laugh at that until she spits at him

“ugh, hey gross, all right?” five said

but then he blinks slowly and you know something’s wrong

you turn toward the girl and roll your shoulders back

she stands up, spitting at you and you dodge it

“try me” you threaten

she goes to punch you, but you stop her hand with just a look

her eyes widen and you direct the punch right back to her face

she stumbles back and you chuckle

using your telekenises, you grab a vase from a table and throw it at her

she ducks and gets back up, swinging her leg at you

you block it with your hand and turn it in your grip and toss her back

you just send a few energy bursts her way to stun her before grabbing her in a chokehold and holding her over the foyer

with your magic ofc

“bye now” you said before dropping her

you turn back to five, snapping your fingers in his face

he’s making out with… air

you roll your eyes, before closing them and opening your mind to him

you can clearly see what he’s seeing and you feel your cheeks heat up

he’s kissing you

but then you erase the hallucinations and bring him back to reality

he inhales sharply, blinking

“sup bitch” someone said

and you turn to see the girl you threw off the balcony perfectly fine

her sister with long hair behind her

shelands a kick to you and five, and you almost collide with the stairs but you stop both you and five mid fall and reverse yourselves back up

“the briefcase!” five shouts

“go!” You said “I can deal with this”

“again? really?” you taunt at the girl

she moves to punch you, but you grab her arm, holding her there and knee her in the stomach

when she doubles over you push her away

you use your magic to pin her to the wall and start choking her

your eyes flash red as you continue to cut off her airway

just when she’s on the verge, a force sweeps you off your feet and you hover over the living room

you glare at the person responsible, that being the sister

she smiles before dropping you

you land on the table in a crouched position, glaring at the so called sparrow academy members around you

“bad idea,” you said

“(Y/N)!” five shouts

you smirk, eyes deep red as you send out a huge pulse of energy

a wave of red sweeps the room, knocking all of them off their feet as they crash into the wall

you dust your hands off when you’re done, looking up at marcus and blowing him a kiss as five grabs your arm

“as hot as that is babe, we gotta go”

“right with ya”

he places a hand on your back leading you out, but not without a middle finger to the sparrows

“that’s my girlfriend, assholes! don’t mess with her”

— END —

🏷 five taglist: @clearbasementvoid @halfumbrella @esmedith @navs-bhat @alexxavicry @thelaststraw3 @rainbows-r-nice05 @gcldtom @bokuakadaily @3ternalreal1ty

#five hargreeves x you #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #umbrella academy five #tua five x reader #tua fic #tua five #number five x reader #number five #five x reader #five x you #five x y/n #the umbrella academy #tua #tua season 3 #tua s3

[silent-raven13]

What are you making, my darling?

Ever since Miles moved out of his parent's place, he rented an apartment with Ganke. The two decided they wanted to be roommates, considering they both thought it was time for them to be independent. They thought being roommates again would be fun and they trust each other to share their independence.

Now with this new freedom, they had to get jobs and scholarships to help them pay for their tuitions and rents. Luckily, they're both smart with many scholarships to help pay for their University. They receive help from their parents with a bit money here and there, though they aren't pestering them. Ganke works in a high tech company being an intern while with great pay. Miles, on the other hand had multiple jobs from retail to internships and he couldn't stay committed since he's Spider-man.

Either way he always found a way to pay rent with his quick thinking, he started selling photos of him as Spider-man. Crazy how much fans will buy authentic photos, or a video of them saying hello. Yet, it wasn't enough to pay rent and he didn't want to get his secret identity caught, so he found a part time job at a comic book store.

He's so glad the owner is a laid back guy and let him come when he can. It's mere luck. Either way, he can pay rent!

But the best part of being on his own, there was no rules! He can go out and leave whenever. No explanation, no sneaking out! Ugh, it's amazing.

Yes, he misses his baby sister, his Boo-Boo. Same with Billie missing him, but she's able to come over during the weekend for sleepovers and hang out with him.

Let's not forget with this freedom, Ganke and Miles can bring their partners over and they can have their own fun without worrying about their parents being nosy.

So here is Miles in the kitchen deciding to whip up a snack. His boyfriend came over to stay over just because. Hobie comes and goes whenever he wants, so the punker is in Miles' room chilling on the bed watching cartoons and smoking weed.

Ganke went out for the night with his girlfriend, so it left the two enjoying themselves. Miles knows his boyfriend will get the munchies, and Hobie tends to have the craziest munchies. Miles had watches him eat crush cookies with bacon bits with ice cream and Doritos, it was a bit gross to watch. So the black latino decided to find a decent snack from TikTok that way he doesn't have to watch Hobie eat some ungodly creations to satisfy his cravings.

"Grinder sandwich.... and OH! This looks good, too!" Miles went to the fridge to take out the ingredients to make the Viral sandwich from TikTok and this sweet treat.

Hobie on the other hand, laying on back on his side of the bed. He wore simple plaided pajama pants, and had a bright pink Satin bonnet, since Billie was the one that picked out his bonnet. The punker laughs out loud watching Bob's Burgers. "Hahaha, yes Louise fuck the establishment!" Smoke came out of his mouth as he holds his joint, his eyes already red. He's high enough to feel his stomach growling.

Then, he looks over to his right side seeing his boyfriend been missing for awhile. "Hmm," He doesn't like it when his Sunflower is gone too long. He's getting cold and wish to snuggle with him.

The shirtless twenty four year old exhale letting out the remaining smoke his inhaled, he decided to get up from the bed putting on his sliders. He set his joint on a glass small sauce plate, gently putting it out. Don't want to waste pure gold!

He head out the door to find his Sunflower in the kitchen making something, tilting his head being curious. With his quiet steps, he was able to get close to Miles without being noticed. Their Spider Senses are aware of each other presences, and stayed in sync to the point they no longer found each other a threat.

Dark eyes lovingly the view of his Sunflower wearing pink bonnet, with a pink crop top with My Melody's face on the middle, and he had pink pajama pants with white and red hearts on it. Hobie loves how much his Sunflower is expressing his feminine side.

Miles jumps slightly as he felt very warm arms wrapping around his waist, "What are you making, my darling?" Hearing his boyfriend's voice made him calm down, then he felt soft lips on his cheek.

"Hehe, you scared me, baby." Miles felt his heat warmer boyfriend's body wrapped him, "Bae, I'm cutting tomatoes."

"So? I've miss you, Sunflower." Hobie kisses his side of his head, "Mwah! I need you with me."

Miles let another giggles, "Bae! I'm making us some snacks. You smoke that purple flame and I can tell you're already high." Hobie gets very handsy, very touchy feeling when he's high. Sometimes he's more emotional which clash his own laid back personality.

"Ohh, snacks? Are you gonna make me fav?" Hobie's eyes lit up with joy, he loves it when his Sunflower knows when he's hungry. Then his eyes saw a bowl of chopped lettuce seasoning with some white stuff and mustard?

"No, beans on toasts today, bae. I found this recipe online. I heard it's so good, and I think it'll be perfect for tonight." Miles finished cutting some tomatoes, the toaster oven ding, "Oh, the bread is ready!" He grab an oven mitt to take out a tray with toasted Italian bread that had garlic, butter and chopped herbs on tops giving the bread a golden color. The bread is cut in half with melted mix of cheddar and Monterey Jack cheese.

"Smells heavenly, darling." Hobie sniffs the bread, he tends to forget how well his boyfriend can cook. Then the punker took the bowl with mixed greens, "But what is this?"

"So that's a salad mix with mayo, mustard, salt, pepper, red wine vinegar, minced garlic, oregano, chopped jalapeños and crushed pepper flakes." He said while opening the sub to add the meats, "Its Grinder sandwich!"

"Grinder sandwich?"

"Mmhhmm, it's popular on TikTok." He looks over to see Hobie sniffing the bowl.

"Smells fine. What else you're going to add?"

"I'm adding my own twist. I'm adding pepperoni, salami, ham, prosciutto, and turkey ham." Miles set up the sandwich while Hobie watches with adoration.

"Darling, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" The Punker flirted as his mouth water at the sandwich being made, his stomach growling at this point.

"All the time, bae." Miles smirks at him, "Your only saying that because I'm making you a sandwich."

"And that's why I love you." Hobie said with excitement.

"I know." His Sunflower giggles, "Can you get the bag of chips from the counter over there? I think Green Onion and Sour Cream chips will be amazing."

"Alright." Hobie went over to the other side of the counter to get the bag of crisps, and heard Miles slicing the sub in half.

When Hobie got to bring the chips to his Sunflower, Miles opens it. "Alright, wanna try it?" Pouring chips onto the side of the plate being next the sub.

"Of course, my love." Hobie took his half of the sandwich, then waited for Miles to get his half. The two cling their sandwich, "This looks good, Sunflower."

"Hope so." Miles said. The two took a bite of their sandwich. The young Spider-man nodded at the flavor, it's tangy, creamy and meaty. It's really good.

Hobie rolled his eyes back along having his head tossing back, "MMM!" He groans at how good it was. The tall punker did a bounce being so happy with this.

"Good?" Miles made a shy smiles, he couldn't help but be happy his boyfriend likes it.

Hobie quickly nodded his head, "Mmm-Mmm-MM!" He took another big bite then muffled to his Sunflower, "I love you."

"Hahaha, I love you too, bae!" He felt super bashful by the way Hobie's looks at him. Surely, this will lead him getting his back blown out.

His boyfriend leans over to kiss him on the cheek, "Gimmie a kiss, luv."

"Bae, you got mayo on your lips!" Miles laughs.

"Mm, come here." He playfully kisses his Sunflower on the lips, "I wanna marry you!"

"Okay! Wow, did I hear THE Hobie Brown wants to MARRY Me?" Miles giggles, "That purple flame Karl got for you really got you thinking weird."

"Only for you, Sunflower!"

This made Miles' smile from ear to ear while his face being warm. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest when his boyfriend gives him so much praised. "Well, if you're happy about this. Try this one, baby." He set his sandwich down to head to the freezer to take out a sundae with vanilla ice cream with crush waffle cone, Oreo's, Reese's and Twix being covered with peanuts and caramel drizzle.

The punker's eyes glued on the dessert, his Sunflower placed the sundae on the counter. Then, he took out two spoons from the drawers.

"Ta-da! Doesn't this look good?" Miles asked with a cheerful tone in his voices, "Oh, I almost forgot to add whipped cream!" He turns back around to get whipper cream.

The punker set his sandwich aside, he got the spoon and already digged in, taking one big scoop of ice cream will all the fixings. Shoving the spoonful of dessert into his mouth, "I wasn't sure about adding peanuts since Reese's-" Miles stopped himself having the can of whipped cream in his hand, "Hey! Hobie, you didn't wait for the whipped cream?" He pouts at his boyfriend.

Hobie savor his treat, then had the gaze onto Miles. His Sunflower stares back at him being a bit confused by his boyfriend's expression. Was it that good?

The next thing Miles knew he's being swept away by his Hobie, "Ah, Hobie!"

"Darling hold onto the Whipped Cream. I got special plans for it." He purrs low and deep in his boyfriend's ear.

"Wa-wait, at least let me try-" Hobie happily takes his Sunflower to their bedroom, "Nope, I'm going to give you something way better!" Miles let out a small Yip sound, knowing his man is going to give the most wonderful night.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #flowerpunk #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #fanfic

[jaehyunnie77]

hi!! i hope you’re doing well 😊 i saw your requests were open and i’m hoping you could write something about reader overhearing jaehyun talking/admitting to friends that the reader fell first but he fell harder. it could purely be fluff but i won’t be opposed to it being angst to fluff hahaha — anyway, i hope this is alright with you! thank youuu

pairing: Jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: angst + fluff | childhood best friends to lovers

word count: 3.8k

tw: mention of food + pregnancy

a/n: may or may not be inspired by dear.m lol there's a bit (a lot) of angst because i've been going through it and let's face it, it's me haha. enjoy! thank you anon who sent this ❤

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Five years ago.

“I really don’t know how to say this so I’m just going to say it. I like you Jaehyun. A lot. More than a best friend.”

Jaehyun stood in front of you shock with eyes wide. “What? Why are you saying this?”

“I can’t help the way I feel about –“

“Stop. Stop saying nonsense. We’ve been friends for a long time Y/N.”

“I know and I don’t know how or when it change, but all I know is it did. I can’t stand the feeling I get when you look at someone else like they’re your entire world and that you don’t look at me the same way.”

“Y/N stop. Please stop joking.” Jaehyun backs away from you, trying to wrap his mind around your confession. This was all too much for him. You couldn’t like him. There isn’t a reason in the world why you would like him more than a friend. It just couldn’t happen. Period.

“I’m not joking. Jaehyun please.”

He looks at you to see your eyes filled with tears. The expression on your face shatters him to pieces because he has seen it one too many times when you cried over your cheating ex.

“I don’t know what to say Y/N. This – this is too much right now.”

“You’re telling me you don’t feel anything for me? Not even an ounce?”

Jaehyun just stares at you and shakes his head.

“Think over what you think these feelings are because I’m telling you, it’s not what you think. I’m sorry Y/N. I can’t do this right now.”

He turns around to walk away leaving you there as tears start to fall down your face and your heart breaking into millions of pieces.

The next couple of days, neither of you reach out to each other. You would see each other in classes and in the hallways, but never for a second to talk. Even if you wanted to talk to him, what would you say? Days turned into two months of avoiding each other and you still couldn’t understand why he was so persistent that you couldn’t like him. That it couldn’t happen. Truth of the matter is, you only confessed because Jaehyun was giving you vibes that he may like you too. Then again, he was notoriously a big flirt especially being captain of the varsity basketball team.

Just as you were about to pass the library, you see him walk out of another building and look directly your way. You inhale deeply and walk over to him, in hopes it wouldn’t be too awkward.

“Hey.” You say quietly.

He returns a small smile, “Hi.” You both stand there for what feels like an eternity until he finally breaks the tension, “Do you need a ride back to your dorm?”

You nod and you both walk quietly back to his car. It’s an unnerving quiet drive to your dorm. You’re pretty much telling yourself it was a mistake to talk to him today, because you’re not sure what to say to him exactly. All you know is, you had two months apart and two months to think about everything.

“Look, about what I said –“

“Y/N it’s fine. You were just stressed out with back to back exams and we had a little bit to drink that night. You didn’t know what you were saying.” Jaehyun says.

You sit there, your heart slowly tearing apart again as the rise of anger surfaces.

“It wasn’t the exams or the alcohol Jaehyun.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. All I know is … you can’t like me.” he says the last part quietly.

Frustrated. That’s what you feel as you sit in his car and wanting to scream at him. “Why can’t I?”

He huffs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “Because we’re just friends and we’ve been friends for fourteen years.”

“So just because we’ve been friends for a long time, I’m in no way allowed to have feelings for you?”

“Exactly.”

“Seriously? I can’t believe you right now. I tell you how I feel and you shut it down like it’s nothing. I’m not one of your fuck buddies or flings you can just dismiss Jaehyun! I’m your best friend! And who the hell are you to tell me not to have these feelings for you when I can’t even help it!?”

Jaehyun felt like his world was crumbling around him. He doesn’t want to look like an asshole, but if it meant for you to stop liking him, then that’s all he can hope for. All he knows is, he couldn’t accept your confession.

“Y/N as your best friend, I am telling you that you can’t have feelings for me.”

“And why the hell not?! Stop beating around the bush!”

“Because you deserve someone who is better than me.” he finally says looking at you as you come to a stop in front of your dorm. You both sit there not knowing what to do next or where to go from here. Jaehyun turns off the engine and looks straight at the parked car in front of him.

“Y/N I care about you and that’s why I’m telling you this. If you continue to have these feelings for me, then there is no way I can continue being your friend. I’m sorry, but I can’t risk losing our friendship when it means so much to me.”

He force his eyes to look at you, only to see the back of your head as you look away from him. Your heart shreds in pieces once again and you know what you need to do. For the last two months, you were preparing yourself for this outcome. It’s just sad that it had to come to this. Mustering up any courage and energy you had left, you wipe your tears and put on a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes and turn to him.

“You’re my best friend and this is why I’m telling you this.” You use his words against him. Inhaling deeply, you try to say the next words without your voice breaking. “I thought about what you said about how these feelings I have for you are not what it seems, but truth is, I can’t just shut it off. I’ve tried before and it doesn’t work because they’ve been accumulating throughout all these years. I’m sorry if you can’t see it that way and I’m sorry if you can’t be friends anymore.”

“Y/N, don’t –“

“So I guess this is where we part ways. I won’t leave here with any regrets because at least I did my part and told you the truth. Instead, I’ll leave happy knowing that I got to spend half of my life with the only person who truly made me the happiest.

“Y/N-“

“I wish you luck in everything you do in the future Jaehyun. Goodbye.” You feel the tears prick your eyes, but you push them down in order to be strong in front of him. You give him one last smile before stepping out of the car and walking away.

Jaehyun wants to grab your arm, pull you back into the car and sing car karaoke while you get dinner. He wants you to say you were joking and he should’ve seen his face. He wants to hold you one last time and try to remember how small your body is next to his. In reality though, all he did was watch you walk away as he forces himself to drive away from you.

Two year ago

“I’m just saying that it’s stupid that I have to go with you to this party when you know your co-worker gives me the creeps.” You tell your cousin Mark, who as always asked you last minute to accompany him to his work party.

“He’s not creepy. He just really likes you.” Mark chuckles, low-key knowing what you mean.

“Seriously? He talks about feet Mark. Feet! Who talks about feet out of all subjects in the world?”

“Well I guess now we know he has a foot fetish.”

You shove him as you walk out of his apartment into his car making him laugh uncontrollably. “That’s disgusting. You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” All you get in response is his laugh. “You owe me big time jerk.”

You arrive to the hotel lobby where the party is being held, and immediately grab a glass of champagne. You follow behind Mark as he walks through bodies of people saying hello to them. You finally spot Mark’s six-foot human best friend talking to someone whose back faces you. As you get closer to Johnny, his precious smile grows bigger and bigger.

“Mark! You’re finally here dude. Hi Y/N.” He engulfs you into an embrace as you hug him back. “Oh, before I get too drunk, let me introduce you guys to someone. This is my cousin who just moved here a couple of months ago.” He pats the man next to him as he turns around.

“Mark, Y/N, this is Jaehyun. Jaehyun, these are my coolest friends.”

You swear you stop breathing because how is he in front of you after all these years? There he is, your ex best friend and the first man you loved, Jeong Jaehyun. If he looked surprise to see you, he didn’t show it. Then again Jaehyun is good at masking his emotions. He extends a hand out for Mark to shake, while his eyes are lock onto yours. You see his lips moving, but can’t hear anything at all. All you know is you need to get out of here now.

“Dumbass, he’s talking to you.” Mark elbows you hard on your side making you come back to reality.

Instantly, you reach out your hand to shake his. The familiar warmth of his big hands and slender fingers embrace you. It felt like you were home again in the comfort of Jaehyun’s presence.

“Nice to meet you Jaehyun.” You finally say. His eyes widen a little at your words. He figured he’d play along with your game for right now.

The rest of the night, you do your best to avoid talking to him especially being anywhere close to him. No matter what you did though, he was always right next to you and trying to engage in your conversations. You couldn’t handle it anymore and excused yourself to get a breath of fresh air. You somehow knowingly knew he would follow you out.

The night air is chilly and makes you wrap your arms around yourself for warmth. You look up at the night sky and see the twinkling stars shining brightly. Jaehyun approaches you and looks up at the sky as well.

“It’s a beautiful night isn’t it?” he says quietly. All you could do is hum in response.

A short silence takes over before, “I remember when we were ten, we used to lay in the grass and wait for a shooting star so we could make a wish. Then we would freeze our asses off because we never thought to bring a blanket with us. I also remember when –“

“What are you doing here?” you say turning to him. Jaehyun shut up and looks directly at you taken a back.

“I’m here as Johnny’s plus one.” He smirks trying to lift the mood.

“I mean what are you doing in the same city as me?”

He gulp, he couldn’t directly say that he talked to your parents and wondered where you relocated to. Instead he shrugs, “I had a job promotion out here and couldn’t turn it down. It just a coincidence that we live in the same city.” That part is true, because even though he knew what city you lived in, he didn’t think he would ever run into you. Yet, here you are in front of him.

“How have you been?” he dares to ask.

You hate how your body gives in and give him a response. “Good, how are you?”

“Good, but I could be doing better.” He boldly states.

Your mind races of what he could mean by that. You’d ask him, but you didn’t have it in yourself to do it.

Another silence takes over and you both can’t stand this tension between you two. Things used to be so easy as conversations just kept on going, but now, it’s like you’re walking on eggshells.

“I miss you.” he finally admits.

You look into his eyes and find them sincere with a mixture of hurt and regret. “Can we talk –“

“What is there to talk about Jaehyun? I’m pretty sure we said everything we needed to say that day.” you say coldly. Defense is the only way you can protect your heart, especially seeing how handsome he’s gotten over the years.

“You may have, but I haven’t. Please Y/N.”

“I don’t want to hear it Jaehyun. What’s in the past is in the past and I’d like to move forward.” That’s a lie. You want to hear what he has to say, but you really need to protect your heart.

“Okay.” He shakes his head, “How about a fresh start then?” he suggested.

He furrow your eyebrows together, not understanding him. “What do you mean?”

“You said the past is in the past and you’d like to move forward, so why don’t we do that. Mark and Johnny are practically brothers and attach to the hip, so it wouldn’t make sense why we couldn’t be civil around them. Plus from what I gather, they don’t know that we know each other.”

You mull over his words and it does make sense to be civil with each other since Mark and Johnny are planning of going to brunch this weekend. “I guess you’re right, but don’t think that just because we may talk, doesn’t mean that we’re good.” You tell him pointedly.

Jaehyun gives you his famous dimple smile and you couldn’t help but feel the warmth in your heart returning.

"Fine by me."

One year ago.

Time works in funny ways because ever since that night of “starting over” you and Jaehyun end up being attach to the hip once again. Who knew after a year and a cold shoulder start from you, you would be in his apartment having a movie night of High School Musical. Yeah, even at the age of 28 you both are still watching Disney movies.

“Hey Gabriella, can I have this dance?” Jaehyun asks you getting into character as Troy Bolton. You couldn’t help but laugh and take his hand to dance with him and sing along.

After movie night, you decide to head out for a late night dinner take-out at your favorite restaurant. Little did either of you know this would be a turning point in your new friendship. As you walk around the city nightlife, you couldn’t help but feel somewhat at ease. The night is a little chilly and Jaehyun takes off his jacket and wraps it around you.

“You’re going to get cold Jae.” You try to take off his jacket to give it back, but damn him and his strength.

“It’s okay. I’d rather get sick than have to be the one to watch you sneeze and cough up a storm.” He jokes. You lightly push into him as he grabs your shoulders to keep you beside him.

“Actually I have something to say.” He says quietly as you stop in front of a lake fountain. Jaehyun can practically hear his heart beat out of his chest from the nerves catching up. So this is what you must have felt like that night.

“You’re lowkey an alien?” you joke.

“Ha. Everyone knows I am. Wonder why I always space out.” He smirks. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

Jaehyun exhales deeply and looks into your eyes. “I don’t know exactly how to say this, but I’m just going to say it. I like you – no, scratch that. I love you Y/N. I always have ever since we were kids and I know we agreed on starting over our friendship, but truth is you make me crazy.”

You blink a couple of times to make sure this isn’t a dream.

“When you told me you liked me, I couldn’t accept it because I was in denial about my own feelings. Ever since you walked away, I’ve tried to list out reasons why we could never work and in the end it was because I was scared. Scared because you’re my best friend and the only person who knows all my secrets and fears. I didn’t want to jeopardize that especially when I knew I was lying to myself. You could always see through my bullshit when everybody else went along with it.”

“In the years you’ve been gone, I’ve tried to convince myself it was for the best, that you deserve someone better than me, but I was wrong. If there was a song on the radio, it would remind me of our car karaokes. If there was a meme, I wanted to send it to you and we laugh about it together. If there was a song recommendation, I wanted to add it to your playlist. If I was in a crowded room, I wanted you to be next to me. I know I hurt you and I hate myself for doing that. I was stupid and immature before, but I’m not that guy anymore.”

“Jaehyun –“

“Please let me finish. The night we met again, I lied to you about being in the same city as you. Truth is, ever since you moved states in college, I always talked to your parents and brother because I just wanted to have a little bit of you still in my life even if I wasn’t in yours. Never did I think in a million years that we’d see each other at a work party as our cousin’s plus one. The past year has been amazing and I’ve never felt this happy since forever. I know what I want now and I know I just can’t pour all this out and expect you to be okay with it, especially the possibility that you may not even have feelings for me anymore and –“

“You’re ranting Jae.” You smile at him trying to contain your laughter.

Jaehyun chuckles and puts a hand behind his nape, “Sorry.” He puts his hand down and looks at you once more, “What I’m saying is, I’m willing to make it work because truth of the matter is, I’ve realized a lot of things and one of them is how I'm madly deeply in love with you.”

You stand there trying to form words, but nothing comes out. Jaehyun starts to think you really don’t have feelings for him anymore with how long it’s taking you to give him an answer.

“Y/N, please say something. If you don’t have feelings anymore, then I understand and I –“

“I love you.”

“will just leave – wait what?”

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck as Jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist. “I said I love you. I’ve tried to fight it all these years especially after our goodbye, but I just couldn’t. You’re the only man I love and the only one I want to be with.”

“Really?”

“Unfortunately so, you dork.” You laugh as he picks you up and twirls you around. Once you’re back on your feet you couldn’t help but pull him down to kiss him. Kissing him felt like fireworks exploding everywhere.

Present

Throwing a party is always hectic, especially when are you five months pregnant. You look around the room for your fiancé, but he was nowhere to be found. You decide to check the back porch in case he was there and behold, there he is with his friends and your nephew on his lap. You were about to approach him when you heard Doyoung ask him how did he know you were the one.

“Honestly, it took me a while to realize it, but I think I’ve always known she was the one. When we were growing up, I never thought of her differently other than she’s my best friend and we do everything together. Then when we were in college, things changed for her. She confessed to me she liked me, but being an immature jerk back then, I rejected her.”

“You rejected auntie?” your nephew asks with his cute little pout.

Jaehyun chuckles, “Yeah, how foolish of me right.” He gives your nephew a tight squeeze. “When she left, I thought I would be okay because friendships can be started anywhere, but as days turn into weeks into months, I started to realize that I couldn’t stand the thought of going through life without her. She was my everything and knew every little thing about me. She loved me for me and not just the jock who played on the varsity basketball team.”

Jaehyun sighs, probably to add a bit of dramatic in his storytelling. “It was when I went on a date with a girl I met and everything that night just reminded me of her. The girl ordered spaghetti, but only took four bites. I remember thinking Y/N would be chowing that down like nobody’s business.” Everyone laughs including you. He wasn’t wrong. You do not mess around when it comes to food.

“I promised myself that night that I would find her, no matter what, even if she had a boyfriend or husband or a kid or didn’t want anything to do with me, that I would try to win her back into my life. Of course, that was much easier said than done, but if it wasn’t for Johnny’s work party he dragged me to or Mark dragging her, then I wouldn’t have been able to reconnect with the love of my life.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until your nephew walks up to you to hold your hand. “Don’t cry auntie. The baby is going to be sad too.” He said as he points to your belly.

“These are happy tears baby.” You say to both your unborn child and nephew.

The boys turn around and you could only see Jaehyun. You still can’t believe that he is yours and the life you two are building together. He gets up from the chair and walks over to you. His arm around your lower back as you lean into him, eyes getting ready to start their stream again.

“She fell for me first, but I fell harder in love with her and I will always fall deeper and deeper.” He gives you a kiss on top of your head as the boys whoop, whistle, and clap. Some even muttering, “That’s some real love shit right there. Straight out of a damn movie.”

“Not just any movie. A Disney movie.” Johnny says.

Everybody nods along in agreement.

You look up at your fiancé and you couldn’t be any more happier, “I love you.”

“And I love you for all eternity.”  

#jaehyun fic #jaehyun oneshot #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun imagine #jaehyun x female reader #jaehyun scenario #nct imagine #nct angst #nct fic #nct fluff #nct oneshot

[siremasterlawrence]

New Bodies Part 1 & 2

So my career is kicking up in to the air as my voice leaves a echo reaching in to a the sky and soon enough I lay down on my bed I close my eyes.My body transfers in to spirit from flying in to the sky I float off in to the midst of a new universe somewhere in space I begin to think.

I wish that I could be able to possess others powers to serve only me and when I need a new body. It is pretty crazy suddenly my body swirls in to the air sending my flying in to the body of another who falls like a tone of bricks I find myself waking up.

Groggy I woke up from a state for the first time in my life I am drunk wiping my eyes and I barely am able to sit up fleeing all the things spiraling out of control and I knew I have a new way of life and being since he is a ass.

The next thing I know I am on my feet once more moving forward to the bathroom I close the door slamming it hard in a gruff soon stumbling to the sink my hands manger to reach it and I hold on tight the voice is weird.

My eyes roll up staring in my eyes it took for a while for me to see it but I freak one finally able to gain control I notice something off it is the body of Scott Eastwood I am fully in possession. Speaking of it I find him very conflicting for a number of reason because of his assholic father.

Number two he is an exact copy of him with that some arrogant, hard core, not so hot or attractive face many seem to like he is quite a catch though because speaking of that word nepotism like great white shark his father appears.

“Hey dad…what’s going on? I am fucked in haha.” I manage to say half wanting to barf.

“You’re drunk as per usual.” He states to me with a smile.

“I guess…hahaha” I reply avoiding his gaze the best I can.

“Fuck!” Clint says angrily smashing the Newspaper.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Fucking pansies.” He yells.

“Calm down dad!” I write.

“Fuck off” he says closing the door.

“I need to get out of here.” I tell myself.

“My dad” I call to him.

“Don’t be a liberal “ he yells

“Sure thing…fuckwad” immature I know but I hate him.

“Taking control of his body now”

“He can be drunk to new day”

“Yes! Perfect “

Driving off to the house he calls home I park his car swiftly walking in to the front door I enter the house racing up the stairs I undo my my jacket throwing on to the bed stand in front of the mirror I set up my cellphone on a tripod.

Creating a new instagram account I set up my cell on a tripod press record moving back I wink at the camera doing a sexy dance, blow a seductive kiss while I shake my body and slowly remove my clothes one piece at a time.

I feel new body up touching my pecs I hit it hard then start to squeeze them tightly in a seductive motion I turn around showing my ass. I shake it hard smacking it slipping my underwear down l lick my finger make a hot sound as I touch my ass.

Flipping the switch off inhaling my scent as my nose digs in to his skin I watch all of my control over him, deep down I can sense he is being turns him on he can’t help it he is wanting to hump something and I give him what he wants.

“Oh God! I am so fucking hot! Hawt damn you will provide get ways for my voice so yeah.”

“Look at this face, body and my ass.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Sent…mwahahaha “

“Time to get ready for my party “

“We will blow shit up”

“Everyone drink everything “

“All the booze are free”

“Let’s party “

“Who wants to dance ?”

“I am hard “

“So horny “

“Ffffuuucccckkkk”

“FUCK”

“Their eyes are on me”

“This white ass can look so stupid”

“I am going to fuck someone “

“Smash him”

It is two months later when I am literally in a city in Mexico on vacation that my time has come to an end with Scott.

He is boring me that night I had one more romp in the hay exploring his body then fell a sleep in his sweat.

I woke up in the embrace of the sun to way too many text in the morning form his far too infernal father Clint.

Picking up my cellphone I throw to the wall ignoring it I get up sliding off of the bed on to my feet.

A full length mirror lays on the wall before me as I press a tiny button on his neck the skin becomes loose.

It begins deflate his husk to floor like an air balloon running out of air I step out of it in disgust.

I had to make hash racing to the bathroom a shows awaits me clothes ready on the bed as I dry and exist the room.

Funny enough Justin Baldonis hot Italian ass

pumps into me staring at his phone I take my chances

He is distracted so I place the device on his neck press if he fades in to his own mind and deflated away.

This perfect I drag his ass in to a bathroom in the hallway slipping him on to my skin he forms over me.

My height rises to tend fold to new levels I can look way over me and everything and everyone seems so small.

My body goes from a bit toned exploding in to a massive wad of toned muscles and new strangling never before.

I smirk with a bright white smile showcase his teeth I do a sexy dance stepping on to the elevator.

Winking at woman passing by the door shut as it drops to the first floor I move on with my life and head to the airport.

Once one the plain I can sense Scott is back to normal form coming to with a migraine and angry father on the line.

“Wow! Poor Scott! He just noticed the tattoo”

“Asswipe! He wants to be angry and ring my neck.”

“He is turned on”

“Oooh! So is Justin”

“Dam! Why so horny?”

“God! I am hard”

“So…oooohhh”

“I guess I am going the mile high club”

“With my new body?l

“That counts right ?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Excuse me!”

“Get out the way “

“OH BABY!”

“Mmmmmmm”

The end

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