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yamujiburo · 1 year

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HANAMUSA (JESSIExDELIA) MASTER POST

I probably should have started doing this forever ago but I wasn’t sure how long I was gonna stick with drawing these comics. But I guess we’re in it now! This will be continually updated~ EVERYTHING UNDER THE CUT

BEFORE YOU START:

This post is required reading about Team Rocket’s ages since that’s usually a question that comes up a lot LOL. As for Delia’s age, she is said to be 29 in Takeshi Shudo’s (original writer on Pokémon) novel that built out the world and characters of the anime.

Next, I feel like this chart helps give the vibe of what these characters relationship is (all just headcanons except for their names and ages)!

WHERE TO START:

Here’s a post I made detailing how Jessie, James and Meowth initially start living with Delia. It also goes into what each character does in this AU. Before going into the post, you might enjoy this fanfic my girlfriend commissioned! It’s based off of said post and is a more enjoyable read.

Here’s also a list of headcanons!

COMICS:

Here’s all the comics I’ve done! The order of most of them are pretty ambiguous and up in the air but I put them in the order I kinda see in my head! There are some that do take place before Jessie and Delia start dating though! Also a few comics that have several parts but the “next” and “prev” links will be in each comic. So I’ll only link the first part of those ones in this masterpost.

Pre-Relationship

Fast Food

Ophidiophobia

Whipped

Making Eyes

Hairbrush

Inquiries

Separated

First Kiss

During Relationship

Big Bed

Tattoo

Crumbs

Pet Clown

I’d Like To

Jessica

Lipstick (not a comic but some fun extra dialogue for this)

Glow

Official

Stare Down

Shovel Talk

Invisible Walls

Date Night

Face Blind

One Motto Away

Babygirl

Snowgasboard

Delia’s Got a Cold

Mr. Jessie Ketchum

Peek-At-Chu

Hands Off Pikachu!

Wine Nights with James

Beauty and the Beach

Turning Point Arc

Sunscreen

Where Do Babies Come From

Head Scritches

Love Life

Ugly

Ace Trainers

Pikasitting

Mother’s Day

Father’s Day

Gift for Delia

Gift for Jessie

Jessilina Fan

Crossdressing

Type

Hickeys

Journey Arc

Tone

Cooking Twerp

Son

Cooking Advice

Serperior Facts

Cassidy’s Cabin Arc

Father/Son Bonding

Uniform

Hand-Me-Downs

Glasses

Study Help

Happy Valentine’s Day

Wrapped

Daddy Daughter Double Battle

Splinter

Married Life

Wedding

Arbok/Weezing Reunion

Snake Eyes

MISC DRAWINGS:

I’ll update this with links to my other miscellaneous drawings later!

FAQ:

What does "Hanamusa" mean?

Hanamusa is a combination of Delia and Jessie's Japanese names, Hanako and Musashi respectively.

When does this AU take place?

It takes place sometime after the Mezase Pokémon Master/To Be a Pokémon Master series. So all the events that happened in the series, unless retconned within the series, happened. Ash is 10 at the start of the comics.

What's the status between Jessie, James, Meowth and Giovanni/Team Rocket?

Not great terms since they were fired, but also not the worst terms. Giovanni just let the three of them go without any further issues. I will say that I've always loved the theory that Giovanni keeps Jessie specifically around because of her parentage and he as a soft spot for her that he keeps a secret. I feel like Matori was the one that got the three of them fired and Giovanni wasn't able to make an excuse for them this time (without showing nepotism/special treatment) so he was forced to let them go.

If you headcanon Delia as a lesbian, how did Ash come to be?

Delia was young when she had Ash and I hc that she just didn’t really explore her sexuality much! I myself didn’t realized I liked women until I was 18 and didn’t know I liked ONLY women until like 2 years ago. She got married, had a baby and realized after her husband left that she liked women (trans people exist obviously but I’m also interpreting Ash’s father as a cis man).

Who do you think Ash’s dad is?

I don’t know and I don’t really care to explore it. I’m going off of the novel interpretation that he’s just a deadbeat that left to be a trainer, failed and never came back because of the shame. He’s not important.

Isn’t Giovanni Ash’s dad?

That’s a common misconception that people remember wrong from the Pokémon Live show. Delia mentions she dated Giovanni but then left him and his gang after meeting Ash’s father. I also don’t consider the live show canon personally! I follow The Birth of Mewtwo timeline where Madame Boss founded Team Rocket.

Do you think Delia and Giovanni dated at least?

Nah, I think he’s too old for her? I always got the vibe from The Birth of Mewtwo that he was quite a bit older than Jessie and it’d be sus if he was dating Delia when she was married to, and had a child with her husband at 18/19. He’s a bad guy but not a BAD guy.

You mentioned you still ship Jessie and James. Why not make a Jessie, James, Delia polycule?

I have a few reasons I’ve mentioned before! 1. I’m in super deep with this AU already and I feel it’d be very confusing for casual viewers of my stuff if James was added into the relationship haha. 2. I’ve drawn Jessie and James together since 2011 and took this AU as an opportunity to try my hand at writing them as queer, platonic besties bc I love that interpretation of them a lot as well. 3. I’m not poly myself and the way I write this ship is largely based off of my experiences with my girlfriend. I just know I’d favor the Jessie/Delia of it all which isn’t fair and not a good interpretation of a poly relationship. All that said, I DO super enjoy seeing peoples’ poly headcanons and art!

Who does James end up with in this AU?

No one. He's aroace and is happy to be single

Do Jessie and James have all their Pokémon in this AU

I think they have all the Pokémon that they did by the end of Mezase Pokémon Master (all their Pokémon that were left at HQ). Most of their released Pokémon have stayed released and the Alola Pokémon are still in Alola. I bring back Arbok and Weezing post-Jessie and Delia getting married. I may bring back Chimecho, Growlie and Cacnea if I think of an idea I like!

What are Meowth and James up to in this AU?

Hop back to the top of this post under the "Where to Start" section. All your questions will be answered.

Does Ash travel with anyone at this point of his life?

I don't have anyone in particular in mind! I could see him making new friends (Nemona???) or traveling with different combinations of old friends. Like him, Misty and Goh, him, Dawn and Cilan, him, Serena and Lillie etc.

Will Delia ever get over her phobia of snake Pokémon

Not fully! I think overcoming fears is fine and good but I think real PHOBIAS are much harder to get past and I don't want to cheapen it. She slowly gets used to Jessie's Seviper specifically and gets to the point where she can pet it comfortably with Jessie in the room. But otherwise, still scared and would need that same amount of time per Pokémon

Is Jessie gaining weight or is it just me?

Not just you! Jessie puts on a bit of relationship weight overtime as you'll see in the later comics in the timeline. Jessie grew in poverty, never knowing when her next meal would be and that continued into her life as a Team Rocket member. Once she was able to settle down (with a woman who runs her own restaurant no less) she's able to live a healthier lifestyle with regular meals and puts on some weight because of that.

Does Jessie ever feel self conscious about gaining weight?

Nope! She feels happier and healthier and hotter. She's also unreasonably excited to clear out her old clothes and get a new wardrobe.

Would Jessie and Delia ever have kids together or adopt?

Nah, Ash is enough for them! I have come up with hypothetical kids for them but they're not canon to this AU. Just a fun little thing for me.

Will you ever put this on webtoon?

Nah. People mostly ask me this because they want to read everything in the order of the timeline but to my knowledge, you can’t reorder chapters or installments which would defeat the purpose. I also don’t think nintendo fan stuff would fly there. Also, also it’s just extra work and another place to upload and I want to keep this all fun for myself~

#hanamusashipping #hanamusa #hanamusa comic #master post

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thehmn · 2 months

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It might simply be that I don’t frequent ADHD forums enough but I haven’t seen a whole lot of talk about learned social withdrawal.

As a child I made friends left and right but as we all turned into self-conscious teenagers it slowly became more and more difficult for me. Plain and simple, other people thought I was weird. For some reason I never got bullied which I think is related to something my teachers kept telling my parents “She’s such a sweet, bright child and we can tell she’s not malicious or trying to be disruptive on purpose but we can’t teach her anything”

Basically people couldn’t figure me out. I had good social skills with both children and adults, I had a good moral compass, i felt compassion and empathy for others and was willing to go against my friends if I felt they were being bullies, I taught myself English and my drawings showed good observation skills. Because of all that it was decided I should start school a year sooner than most kids and my parents were very proud. Unfortunately that’s probably one of the main reasons why I was never diagnosed with raging ADHD as a child. People soon realized I didn’t do well in a school setting but assumed it was because I “wasn’t done playing” and my ADHD symptoms were interpreted as childishness.

So as I got older my classmates started to distance themselves from me. They were always kind and friendly but they didn’t know how to deal with me and ever since then people have always been worryingly comfortable with calling me weird to my face. I get the impression it’s because they think it’s a choice on my part. To them I’m clearly of “normal intelligence” so I must be acting like this on purpose and my parents would repeatedly tell me to “just act normal” as a child when I told them I was struggling to make friends. I tried so damn hard but kept failing. I knew something had to be different about me and when I first heard about ADHD I thought “That’s me! That’s how I feel!” but my parents said that was impossible because I wasn’t hyperactive.

Because nobody wanted to help me I eventually learned to just stop trying to make friends and keep to myself. I was so tired of being told by friendly, well-meaning people that I was so weird and quirky and unique only for them to distance themselves once they realized it was permanent and not something I could turn on and off for parties. I always enjoyed being alone so it wasn’t a huge loss but it did feel incredibly lonely at times.

Things got a lot better when I became an adult, mostly because adults are generally more chill than teens so my ADHD behavior isn’t as embarrassing to them and ironically they’re often surprised to learn I don’t make friends easily. Unfortunately I learned to be withdrawn in my formative years so new friends are still a rarity. Before I really sat down and put my past into context I even started to wonder if I had autism despite not connecting with anything autistic people said about their experiences. I went as far as to be tested but wasn’t surprised when the diagnosis was negative because of course it was, I kinda already knew that. I was just looking for an explanation.

So while there can be overlap between ADHD and autism (I have just such a friend) my experience is also that oftentimes people with ADHD simply learn to stay away from social situations and entertain ourselves which ends up looking like autism to outsiders.

#adhd #add #autism

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lovelybluebirdie · 4 months

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A sight to behold

Astarion x gn!Reader

Summary: Astarion is far more than his beauty, and you want him to know.

Word Count: 1,7k

fluff, comfort

[AO3]

“You should get some rest, love,” Astarion whispers against your hair. He holds you comfortably in his arms, your fingers loosely grasping the end of his collar while his hand strokes along your waist, caressing your battle-bruised skin.

Usually sleep didn’t take long to claim you after an exhausting day of defeating vigorous creatures or learning another disturbing fact on the tadpole inside your brain, but tonight it seems to avoid you for some reason, leaving you tossing and turning within your bedroll until Astarion eventually pulled you into a loving embrace.

“I’m good,” you mutter as a deep yawn escapes your throat, smothering your last syllables.

Astarion cups your chin between his thumb and index finger, surveying your face. “You’re a weary little love if I ever saw one.”

“Fine, you’ve got me,” you reply in a drowsy voice. “Maybe I am a little tired, but somehow I can't find any sleep.”

His brow furrows. “Is anything troubling you, my dear?” he asks sincerely, pondering if he might’ve done something wrong.

The unpleasant thought has no room to spread its hooks any further, as he's met with only fondness from your tired eyes, leaving his ribcage bursting with adoration.

“No need to worry about me, Astarion. I promise, everything’s alright,” you assure as you begin to massage his ears, causing them to twitch.

“You still need to get some sleep though,” he scolds with half-closed lids. It's more of a moan, as he’s unable to suppress his desire for your blissful fingers to go on. You seem to know exactly where he enjoys them most, he notices, when another quiet groan spills from his lips.

You brush the pointy tip of his ear once more, cautiously not to overstimulate this sensitive part of him, before you rest your fingers on his neck and playfully raise an eyebrow.

“Perhaps you’ll allow me to indulge in your beauty a little longer before I find myself dozing off.”

A benign remark, and yet something inside Astarion shifts. Something he can’t fully fathom at first, a faint sense of melancholy starting to linger, despite the comfort of your touch.

He’s been called beautiful more times than he can remember, but he’ll never be able to judge for himself, being robbed of his reflection since Cazador turned him into a vampire spawn centuries ago – his own appearance remaining a dark shape from his past.

“Beauty you say?” he mumbles quietly. “Tell me then, what is it you see when looking at me?”

Your expression softens as you grasp for his hand and squeeze it lightly. It seems you’ve already caught his musings, as you often do, without him needing to vocalise that something’s on his mind.

“Well, your most outstanding features are probably your piercing eyes – crimson, like rubies,” you explain before resting a kiss on his cheek.

Astarion listens attentively. His gaze must indeed be exceptionally sharp, he thinks, trying for a brief moment to recall the colour his eyes were before he was turned, but to no avail. A shiver runs down his spine as he wonders if you might think of him as a dangerous predator at times, uncertain whether this poses a pleasant or a frightening notion.

“Sometimes they’re full of anger, resembling freshly shed blood. And other times they’re… so soft. Reminding me of the cutest puppy eyes I’ve ever seen, almost competing with Scratch,” you giggle as you draw your thumb along his cheekbone, right where your lips parted from his skin.

Astarion stares at you in bewilderment. “What do you mean – puppy eyes?! I’m a century-old vampire spawn, not some gushing maiden.”

“You asked what I’d see when I’m looking at you, didn’t you?” You offer him a mischievous grin before blowing a strand of hair off his forehead. “Or do you prefer me to stop?”

Astarion rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. “Fine, go on.”

Although not particularly delighted by the comparison you draw, he can’t resist the urge to listen to you further describing him.

“There are also your beautiful white curls – so smooth that I often find myself wondering which soap you use for them to stay that way,” you say as you take one of said strands between your fingers. “Come to think of it, those are probably one of my favourite parts of you, my love.”

“Mhm, I certainly have the best hair in camp,” Astarion purrs approvingly, a smug grin playing around his lips, vanishing the furrow on his brow from your previous remark.

“Don’t let Shadowheart hear,” you joke before continuing. “Of course I also adore your smile – seeing those little wrinkles when you laugh.”

Astarion’s grin freezes as he quickly feels the spot beneath his temples.

“My sweet, you surely must’ve noticed by now that one of a vampire spawn’s rare perks is eternal youth, so I’m quite positive that there are no such things as wrinkles on my face.”

“If you say so,” you chuckle as you reach for his hands to press loving kisses on his fingertips. “This was supposed to be a compliment, you know.”

“Perhaps if I wasn’t your lover, but your doting grandmother,” he grumbles with pursed lips, but doesn’t pull away.

“I sense you desire to listen to some of your less grandmotherly features, then?”

Astarion battles another grin but loses, his lips twisting to a wry smile. “Yes, please.”

It's true, he doesn’t want you to stop, secretly enjoying how sincere you express your sentiments.

“Let’s see if I find some, though…” you tease, earning a gentle nudge to your hip before your eyes are glued to his face again. “Honestly, you're stunningly beautiful, Astarion – a goddamn sight to behold.”

Astarion’s smile widens at your flattery. “Oh dear, that sounds far better than being described with the attributes of an old lady.”

“As I thought,” you reply, brushing one of his curls behind his ear. “But do you want to know what I adore about you most?”

Astarion's eyes grow round. “As humble as I am, I'm always thrilled to receive some more praise.”

He notices a flush to your cheeks as you let your finger slowly trace along the bridge of his nose, until it comes to a rest on his lips.

You clear your throat, seeming in search of the right words.

“You’re so much more than your beauty,” you begin, your fingertip still resting on his bottom lip. He presses a kiss, his curiosity roused.

“I love the way you make me laugh, like no one else can, despite all the madness we have to endure. Or watching you reading for hours, chuckling at little passages you like. Seeing how you squint when you take in the details while you embroider a piece of fabric.”

You pause to cup his face in your hands and smother him with gentle kisses, starting at his jaw, moving up to his nose and then his eyes. Astarion remains silent, graciously relishing your warmth.

Your words and touch are like a balm, and not for the first time he wonders how he came to deserve such kindness.

“Your skin is cold, yes, but no one has ever kept me this warm when being in their presence. You’re brave, and despite everything you had to endure, you turned into this wonderful man I came to love more than everything I ever held dear. You're most precious to me Astarion, and I never want to spend a day without knowing you by my side.”

It’s not often that Astarion finds himself speechless, and yet your genuine affection robs him of the ability to respond. He has to hold back tears that dwell behind his fluttering lashes.

Deprived of his ability to speak he can only press a kiss to your forehead, followed by another peck to the tip of your nose, before his lips crash into yours – hastily, in need of you.

Astarion can sense your pulse quickening as his tongue enters your mouth, a soft moan escaping your lips while your hand runs through his hair.

He gently bites your lower lip, the initial rush of his kiss replaced by a sudden tenderness, a flutter spreading right where his dead heart once beat.

Astarion has never felt like this with anyone but you. Perhaps you've turned him into a love-struck maiden after all, he thinks with a smile as he kisses you once more, gentle and soft, before your lips part and he glances at your endearing eyes, finding his voice again.

“I love you too, you cheeky little thing. Even if you have the guts to describe me like a grandmother first, and then almost make me weep from your loving words,” he chuckles while grasping the fabric of your nightgown to pull you closer against his body.

Astarion is used to conceal his emotions behind his jesting shell, and yet when he’s with you, his façade naturally crumbles.

“Guilty as charged,” you reply fondly.

“But honestly… Thank you,” Astarion speaks softly. “For seeing me, like no one else does.” His words come out raw, honest. “You know I don't pray to any of the gods, but if I did, I'm sure I would've caught myself thanking them for bringing you into my life. You're a vision, and through the time I spend with you, it almost feels like my dead heart starts beating again.”

“You’d better stop with that loving talk yourself, before we'll both start to weep,” you laugh as you reach for the corner of your eye, a single wet streak glistening on your skin.

Astarion moves up to kiss it away. “As much as I like to revel in our mutual affection, I don't wish to see more of your tears.”

“Well, perhaps we should call it a night then. I’m certain I’ll find some rest soon,” you whisper as you shift closer in the crook of his arm.

“You truly should, as I'm positive there’ll be more shenanigans awaiting us tomorrow,” Astarion replies and places a kiss on your hair. “Sleep well, my love.”

“You too, Astarion,” you hum, sounding slightly weary again. Maybe sleep has decided in your favour after all, he thinks as he notices your breath becoming more even.

When you finally doze off in the safety of his embrace, Astarion's chest is filled with warmth over the love he holds for you.

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sinswithpleasure · 2 months

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Night-time Play

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Thanks to @iznsfw for beta-ing <3

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“Unnie—!”

Chaewon can’t hold back her whine when Sakura’s hands glide across her body, right over her ass. The wet heat between her legs only grows when the older girl squeezes the flesh in her palms, over the cloth of Chaewon’s panties.

“Shh, Chaewonnie, you wouldn’t want the others to wake up, would you?” Sakura pulls her group leader closer to her. The younger girl straddles her, hovering just above her lap, knees on either side of her legs. Sakura leans against the headboard of her bed. Both girls are in their underwear, clothes discarded to the side.

The reminder Sakura gives has Chaewon biting her lip to muffle her moans. The younger girl grips her older member’s shoulders as an outlet for her need, and Sakura only giggles.

“So eager, Chaewonnie. Do you need me that badly?”

“Y-Yes, unnie, I do!” Chaewon can’t reply any faster—she wants, no, needs Sakura’s fingers where it matters the most. She needs the older girl to push her panties to the side, shove her long fingers into her pussy, and fuck her until she sees stars. Yet, Sakura doesn’t think the same—she’s taking her time with her leader: teasing her is all she’s doing.

“Patience is a virtue, Chaewonnie. I think you can wait. Can you?”

Sakura’s firm, yet teasing tone leaves Chaewon even wetter. She’s wondering if she should act out, if she should be the brat she is. Maybe Sakura would punish her, spank her. It’s been a while since she’s been mar—“Oh f—Unnie!”

During Chaewon’s distraction, Sakura’s hands roam up from the younger girl’s ass. They’re right over Chaewon’s bra now, and Sakura fondles them in her palm softly before she reaches beneath the cups to touch Chaewon directly. Sakura’s warm hands only add fuel to Chaewon’s lust.

“Unnie, please!” Chaewon opts to act out just a bit more. It might work, after all.

“Shut up, Chaewonnie, or I’ll get dressed and leave.” Sakura gives her a second warning. “I can take care of myself, but you can’t without me, and we both know that.”

Point taken—the last time Chaewon got off without Sakura’s permission, she was forced to edge for a week straight—the worst week of her life.

“Good girl. Now, let unnie take care of you.”

Sakura draws her hands out of Chaewon’s bra. The younger girl almost whimpers at the loss of contact, but she forces herself to keep quiet. Chaewon’s disappointment turns into happiness a second later when the Japanese girl pulls her bra down to expose her bare breasts, her nipples taut in arousal. Sakura wastes no time in taking one into her mouth, eagerly sucking on her leader’s chest and drawing a soft moan from her. Her hands don’t stay idle either—one returns to her ass, and the other plays with Chaewon’s free nipple, which renders the younger girl a whimpering mess.

“God, you sound so good, Chaewonnie…” Sakura giggles as she pulls her lips away from the younger’s slick nipple to give her a soft kiss. “You’re probably so wet for me, hm?”

The younger girl eagerly nods, and Sakura laughs. Chaewon could be so adorable.

“I’m feeling nice today, so…” The hand on Chaewon’s ass slides over to a bare thigh, before Sakura flips it over to cup the younger girl between her legs, over her wet heat. “Mm, you weren’t lying, Chaewonnie. Already so wet for unnie.” Sakura runs a finger right over Chaewon’s clothed slit, her skin damp with arousal. “Such a good girl.”

“Yes, I’m unnie’s good girl!” Chaewon keens at the praise. She loves it when Sakura calls her that.

“And good girls deserve rewards.” Sakura deftly pushes Chaewon’s panties to the side, and the younger girl gasps out loud when she penetrates her with her middle and ring fingers, down to the hilt. “Say thank you, Chaewonnie.”

“Thank you, unnie!” The younger girl half-speaks, half-moans her reply as her older member begins to thrust her fingers into her. She opts not to speak anymore, just focusing on the pleasure she enjoys from the older girl’s fingers as they rub against her slick walls. Sakura begins to increase the tempo of the thrusts, which leaves Chaewon softly moaning over and over. The older girl presses her lips against her younger groupmate to muffle the moans, though the chaste kiss soon turns into anything but—tongues swirl, moans escape from the gaps, and Chaewon is actively grinding her hips down in the air, eager for Sakura to fuck her harder. Sakura’s fingers and palm are covered in slick—the younger girl is always so messy—but she doesn’t mind. Chaewon’s messiness is just one of the things that makes her so hot.

“Unnie, I… I’m getting close already…” A full blush envelopes Chaewon’s face at the admission. She grinds down against Sakura’s fingers, begging for more. “I… I need more, please.”

“More, mm?” Sakura grins. “Sure.”

Chaewon thinks she might’ve bit off more than she could chew when Sakura penetrates her with four fingers. The stretch has her squealing in surprise, which Sakura muffles with another kiss.

“I know you can take it, Chaewonnie. Keep it quiet for me, will you? Good girl.”

Chaewon struggles to keep herself silent—whimpers, moans, and gasps leave her lips as Sakura thrusts her fingers into her hole. The Japanese girl makes sure to rub against her groupmate’s G-spot every time she hilts, the heel of her palm rubbing over Chaewon’s clit as well. The younger girl can’t keep herself still anymore—her hips grinding against Sakura’s palm, fingers going white with how hard she grips the older girl’s shoulders. Sakura knows her girl’s really close now—she’s getting tighter and wetter, her breaths becoming shorter. Immediately, she latches her lips back on Chaewon’s nipple, softly sucking on it for that extra bit of pleasure to push her over the edge.

“Unnie, I… I’m cumming!”

With a shudder, Chaewon’s comes undone under Sakura’s touch. Rushes of slick flow from deep within her all over Sakura’s fingers, staining the older girl’s thighs below her as it drips. She convulses in pleasure as Sakura continues her thrusts, intent on stimulating Chaewon as much as she could take. The older girl grins as she watches, and she offers soft encouragement throughout Chaewon’s high.

“Mhm, that’s right, keep cumming over unnie’s fingers like that, good girl. Drench unnie’s fingers in cum just like that…”

Eventually, Chaewon comes down from her high, and she collapses right on Sakura’s lap, exhausted. The older Japanese girl only grins lustfully when she lifts her cum-drenched hand to Chaewon’s lips with one instruction: “Suck.”

And suck she does—Chaewon cleans her unnie’s hand free of her own cum with her mouth, sucking and licking her juices off thoroughly. Sakura’s praises of “Good girl” keep her going, and when she withdraws her fingers, she guides Chaewon to lie on a dry spot on the bed. Immediately, Sakura’s hands are on her panties, and she draws them off her hips, slowly pulling them off and flinging them aside as she stares at Chaewon’s pretty face.

“You’ve had your fun, Chaewonnie.”

Sakura straddles her younger groupmate’s face, her glistening slit just inches away from Chaewon’s lips. She grins at the breaths of anticipation brushing right against her core as she lowers herself down.

“Now, it’s unnie’s turn.”

#le sserafim smut #izone smut #sakura smut #chaewon smut #izone chaewon smut #izone sakura smut #kpop smut

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sinnersweets · 3 months

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DogDay x Reader part 5

<----- part 4, part 6 ——->

A/N: 2k words this time! Enjoy!!

As I laid in bed, I couldn’t seem to get DogDay out of my thoughts. I knew today would be a hard day for him since Darla was leaving Playcare. To him it probably felt like his kid was being taken away from him. The longer I started to think about it the more I thought about myself in his position. Yes, I’ve only been working there for a week but already I have a close connection with Damian. As I thought of Damian, I turned on my phone to see my lock screen. I changed it to the picture I took of his drawing yesterday. I looked at the time and saw that I had extra time before my alarm went off for work. I decided to head to the store and pick out a card for DogDay.

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Sitting in the cable car I started writing a heartfelt message for DogDay until on the TV a cartoon started to play. Odd. Usually music would play but this time I guess they wanted to change it up. “S-M-I-L-E every day!” I watched as the intro to Smiling Critters played out. I haven’t seen any of the episodes, but Damian did tell me about the show. I smiled when DogDay appeared on screen. He looked just like his cartoon version but tall and life like.

“DogDay says ‘When you see someone without a smile, give them one of yours!’” The screen went black as the cable car came to a stop. That was a cute cartoon. I tucked the card away and stepped out of the cable car and headed to my office.

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I opened my door and saw DogDay was laying down on his bed looking sad until he saw me and sat up with a smile on his face. “Angel!” I shut the door behind me and set my bag down onto my desk. “Morning DogDay. Did you sleep well?” I went over to him and gave him a hug around his neck. He rested his head on my body and sighed. “Not really Angel. Anytime a kid from my group gets adopted I always get so sad.” I moved one of my hands behind one of his ears and started to scratch him there.

DogDays tail started to wag, and he started thumping his foot. "No need for sorrow, let joy appear, with your Angel near, all troubles disappear." I sang out to him. DogDay pulled away and looked at me with such awe. “Did my Angel just sing for me?” I laughed a little nervously. “Yes?” I was quickly brought into a hug and could see his tail wagging faster. “I can’t believe I had the pleasure of hearing my Angel sing for me! Hearing you sing has made me feel much better.” I hugged him around his neck and laughed. “I’m glad to hear that.” He brought me back down onto the ground but his face was pretty close to mine. “Could you sing for me again Angel?” “Tell you what, anytime you’re feeling down I’ll sing for you okay?” “Okay!”

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Me and DogDay oversaw decorating the outside of Home Sweet Home for Darla, so we started with streamers. I was on the roof while DogDay wrapped some streamers around the railing. “Be careful Angel.” I heard DogDay call out to me. “Relax, I used to climb onto roofs all the time when I was little to see the sunrise; I’m a pro.” I saw him chuckle and shake his head. We both went back to decorating.

After a while the house was decked out with streamers and balloons. “Looks great Angel! Now come on down so we can head into the Playhouse for today.” DogDay held the ladder steady waiting for me. I started to slide down to the ladder but then heard a notification from my phone. I went to go check my phone but felt that my phone wasn’t in my pocket anymore. I looked around and saw that it was just a few feet in front of me. “Hang on I need to get my phone.” I scooted back up and reached over to my phone. I picked it up and turned it over to see the notification but instead saw a little spider on the screen. “AH!” I dropped my phone so fast and started to scoot backwards as fast as possible. In doing so I scooted all the way to the edge of the roof and slipped off. “I gotcha Angel!” DogDay pushed the ladder away barely catching me in time. The weight of my fall and him not expecting to catch me made him fall onto the ground while I landed right on top of him.

DogDay groaned as he sat up and rested his front paws behind him. My face was buried into DogDays chest. Thankfully when he caught me his pendant moved out of the way. “Are you alright Angel? What happened?” I pushed myself off his chest but was still sitting on top of him. “I’m so sosososo sorry! There was a spider on my phone, and I hate spiders- and I freaked out but I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” “I’m fine Angel. Glad that I caught you.”

“Woah- Am I interrupting something?” Me and DogDay both turned our heads to see KickenChicken grinning down on us. I saw how I was sitting on DogDay and blushed super hard. I quickly got off him and brushed myself off. “Nononono we were just um- putting up decorations for Darla!” DogDay got up after me and stepped in front of me a little. “KC why aren’t you with your group?” DogDay sounded cheerful but also a little annoyed that he was here. “Relax DD. I have extra time to spare and was making my way to the school until a phone out of nowhere smacks me on the head.” In his hand was my phone. “Oh gosh I’m so sorry about that KickenChicken. Thank you for picking it up.” I went to go reach for my phone, but DogDay had taken it from him.

It was silent for a few seconds before KickenChicken spoke. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your guy’s...uh thing...Welp I’ll go ahead and take my leave.” KickenChicken started to walk away before turning his head back and saying, “See ya later, Angel.” As he walked away, I heard DogDay start to growl. I put my hand on his paw, and he stopped and looked down at me. “Hey what's wrong?” “Hearing him call you Angel...it sounded weird coming from him. I didn’t like that.” Was he jealous? I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Don’t worry, hearing him call me that doesn’t give me the same feeling as when you do it.” I immediately froze up after what just came out of my mouth.

I saw DogDays ears perk up and he smiled at me. “What did you say Angel?” I know he heard me but I didn’t want to repeat myself. I started feeling my face grow warm. “N-nothing! Come on, let’s go!” DogDay laughed and handed me my phone back. I looked at it and thankfully there wasn’t a crack on the screen. However, when I turned on the screen, I saw that my lockscreen had changed from the drawing to KickenChicken. That motherfu-

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“Alright friends gather around!” DogDay called out to the kids in the Playhouse. “As you all know Darla will be leaving Playcare today and she has requested that we play her favorite game one last time.” I could tell that he was starting to get emotional, so I spoke out for him. “Darla has asked that we play ‘tug of war’ so get into your groups and get ready to play!” The kids all cheered out and went into groups of four.

The first teams walked up to the rope and got into position. Damian was on one side while Darla was on the other. DogDay lined up the center of the rope and tied a yellow flag to it. “Ready and go!” Both teams started pulling with all their strength. “Come on Darla you got this!” DogDay yelled out. Darla nodded her head and pulled the rope even harder to her side, leading them into victory. Damians team seemed upset but not him. He gave a thumbs up to her and she returned the gesture.

Everyone soon had a turn, and we were about to clean up until Darla spoke out saying that she wanted one last round; her and DogDay vs me and Damian. DogDay seemed to like this idea and so all four of us headed to the rope and got ourselves situated. DogDay and I were in the back with the rope wrapped around our waists while Darla and Damian were stationed in front. I already knew that me and Damian would lose because DogDay was the strongest one here, but I didn’t want to lose. “Get ready to lose Angel.” DogDay said teasingly. “Ha, like I’d let myself lose to you. Come on Damian, lets win!”

The children all watched and cheered each of us on as the game had begun. DogDay was just standing there smiling at us. The only time he would pull the rope was when me and Damian got close to winning. The flag was about to cross onto our side when Damian yelled out “Ok now!” Both him and Darla had let go of the rope and jumped away which meant I was about to get yeeted onto DogDays side. DogDay saw this and smirked and pulled the rope hard making me come towards him. I slammed into his stomach. I heard the kids all laugh at this. I looked up at DogDay and he had the biggest grin on his face. “I win Angel.” Click! We both turned and saw that Damian had my phone and took a picture of us.

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I sighed and fell into my chair at my desk. The going away party for Darla had just finished and I was worn out today. I rubbed my eyes for a moment before hearing DogDay outside my door. “Can I come in Angel?” “Yes.” I said while yawning. DogDay entered and shut the door behind him before walking over to his bed and laying down. He had just seen Darla off with her family and I could tell he was sad. I grabbed the card I had gotten for him and made my way over to him. “Mind if I join you?” “Not at all Angel.” I then sat against his side and handed him the card. “Here, for you.” The card read, "To my dear DogDay; As Darla embarks on this new chapter of her life, I understand that her departure leaves a void in your heart. The bond you shared was special and filled with countless cherished moments. But as she finds a loving home and family to call her own, let us take solace in knowing that her journey is one of hope, love, and endless possibilities. While her absence may be felt keenly, remember that the love and friendship you offered her were immeasurable gifts. Your kindness and companionship made her days brighter, and your memories together will forever be etched in her heart. As Darla embraces her new beginnings, may you find comfort in knowing that you played a significant role in her life's journey. And as one door closes, may countless others open, filled with the joy of new friendships and shared adventures yet to come. With love and understanding, Angel.”

DogDay didn’t say anything, but I knew he was grateful for my card. He then had tears form in the corner of his eyes. “I think I need your singing now Angel.” He said while chuckling. I got up and climbed on top of DogDay and leaned down and started to scratch his ears. DogDay sighed and closed his eyes while his tail slowly wagged. I started to sing a little song for him. After a while I could tell that DogDay had fallen asleep. I stayed on top of him and pulled out my phone. I changed my lockscreen back to Damians drawing and changed my home screen to the picture Damian took of me and DogDay after tug of war. In the picture DogDay had his arms around my waist and had a soft look on his face while smiling at me. I was also smiling back at him with a small blush. I then went to my camera roll and deleted KickenChickens picture.

A/N: Idk why but it wouldn’t let me color KickenChickens part yellow. Anyways thank you for reading!!

#sinnersweets #poppy playtime #x reader #dogday #dogday x reader #poppy playtime chapter 3 #kicken chicken

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benedictscanvas · 5 months

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pretty boy, pretty girl - jamie tartt x reader

pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

a/n: okay yes. it has been six months. which is actually mad to me, but there we are - whoops! i've been off following my dream and wrote this while procrastinating an assignment, so this is by no means a return!! honestly i was just itching to write it, but i don't know how much time i have for more - enjoy nevertheless <3

warnings: just a little bit of suggestion towards the end, reader is referred to as 'pretty girl' as the title implies amongst other pet names, quite a lot of swearing (some things don't change)

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“Hi love.”

Jamie barely murmurs it as he walks past you, can’t help himself but to drag a palm along your back, one shoulder blade to the other, as he goes.

He knows he’s bold sometimes, but he swears it’s instinct. He glances back to see whether your expression holds any discomfort, but all he finds is your grin, a tiny wave. He continues on his path towards the canteen, knowing that your corridor conversation with Rebecca is probably important.

Somewhere between here and there, he decides to get your lunch, your usual, and sits alone on a table until you appear.

You do, three and a half minutes later. As soon as he sees you, the irrepressible urge to make you grin again is back with a vengeance. He waves you over to his table with a gesture to the food he’s got for you and- there it is again.

If he was a slightly smarter man, maybe he’d consider why all it took was the sight of him to draw your lips upwards, set your eyes alight.

“Thought I’d save y’ from the queue,” he speaks, still soft, in a tone he feels he only uses with you. You match his unnecessary low volume.

“Thanks, angel,” you say easily, and you must not see his stomach doing flips, “Too good to me, you are.”

“Shut up,” he deflects, wonders if you can see him fluster at your nickname for him, “Are you still coming tonight?”

You groan. He frowns, and you quickly correct.

“Sorry. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, you sound proper convinced, an’ all.”

You chuckle, taking a bite out of your sandwich and taking a pause to chew. Jamie eats too, content to let you think before you speak. It was slowly teaching him to do the same.

“I’m just boring, Jamie. My favourite people are all under this roof, but usually they’re sober, you know?”

He often forgets you don’t really drink. Your friendship (however sour that word feels in relation to you) usually confined to these halls, to the pitch, to various football stadiums up and down the country. When they all get a chance to let loose, you’re very quick with the excuses, but he’s believed them blindly until this moment.

“Shit, y’ don’t drink, right? I can’t imagine that’s much fun in a club. I won’t tell anyone if you happen to come down with an illness or somethin’ this afternoon.”

You’re grinning at him again, all bright and sunny. It’s downright infectious, so Jamie nudges your foot with his on purpose and then apologises like it’s an accident.

“You’re alright,” you reassure, “I will join tonight. Even if it just proves to myself I’m not missing out on anything. Maybe Colin’s not as bad a drunk as I’ve been led to believe.”

Jamie winces.

“No, he is pretty bad,” he admits and then finally comes up with something to make you more comfortable, “Hey, what about this? I won’t drink either and we can spend the evening laughin’ at everyone else.”

You poke his hand and he tries not to drop his crisp packet.

“It’s everyone’s ‘relax and recharge’ night, Ted said. We both know you relax much easier with a few drinks in you. And I’d never judge anyone for that, I really hope it doesn’t come across like I’m judging any-“

“It doesn’t, sweetness,” he cuts in, “But actually, I’ll relax better if I’m one hundred percent positive that you’re relaxing too. What better way than judgin’ everyone else, together like?”

You purse your lips thoughtfully, mid-chew. He feels like he’s holding his breath, like he’s underwater and you’re in charge of the oxygen tank.

“Well, see how you feel when we’re there. It sounds lovely but only if you’re still up for it when we’re right next to a bar,” you say, still unconvinced. He wants to convince you fully, but he can’t decide if he should argue with you or kiss you silly before you speak again, “Hey, if not, I’ll buy you a drink?”

“Pretty sure that’s my line, love.”

“I said it, I meant it. Girls can buy drinks for pretty boys, you know.”

He thinks you might have removed his oxygen tank now. There’s some cruelty in that sentence but you don’t know you’re wielding it. He wills himself to flirt back even though it’ll only make him feel sick.

“Okay, pretty girl. One passionfruit J2O, please.”

Another grin. He’s so fucking fucked.

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He’s been waiting for you for around forty minutes. He doesn’t know if that’s the normal amount of time you take to get ready, even if he wishes he knew, so he just waits, leaning against his car.

After fifty, he decides there’s no harm in just checking you’re alright and haven’t slipped on a sparkly floor that an evening cleaner has done a number on.

You mentioned going to the kit room to get changed, and he meets Will on his way there.

“Hey mate, you seen Y/N?”

Will looks paler than he’s ever been. Guilty. Jamie narrows his eyes and waits.

“Kit room.”

It’s all that Will says. When Jamie doesn’t walk off immediately, still waiting for an explanation for Will’s strange demeanour, Will turns around and legs it all the way down the corridor, turns left at the end and never returns.

Jamie shakes his head and continues in the direction of the kit room. The closer he gets, the more he hears. Muffled banging, shouting. He picks up the pace.

“Y/N? Love?”

“Jamie! Jamie, in here!”

Your voice floats out from the kit room and he hurries over. Still very confused, Jamie turns the door handle and finds the door won’t budge, however hard he shoves his shoulder against it.

“It’s locked, babe. Did you lock it?”

He hears your exasperated sigh and feels a little embarrassed.

“No I didn’t bleeding lock it! Well, I did, when I was getting changed, but then when I unlocked it my side it had been locked from the outside.”

Jamie struggled to put the dots together. Had Will locked you in? Judging by the running, he had… and he’d done it on purpose. A spark of anger shot down Jamie’s spine but he tried to convince himself there must be a reason.

Before he could, there was a hand on his on the door, pulling him away. It was being unlocked by another hand and then he was being shoved inside, hard enough to stumble against one of the benches. A piece of paper was thrown at his face and Jamie groaned as he heard the lock click back in place.

“What the fuck?” he muttered as he stood up fully, more dazed than angry now as he stared at the locked door.

“Jesus, Jamie, are you alright? Who the fuck was that?”

“I dunno,” he says, staring at the door as if it might have answers. Your hand on his face wakes him up, his eyes shifting to yours where you look him over with concern.

“You’re alright, though?”

You ask it like you need the answer, and Jamie needs you to stop trailing a finger along his hairline either way.

“Fine, love,” he assures you, patting the juncture between your shoulder and neck gently until your hands drop to your sides. Then he raises his voice, and he’s not really talking to you anymore, “Whoever’s locked us in here as some kind of joke won’t be fuckin’ alright though!”

No answer. He picks up the small piece of paper from the floor and reads it in his head.

Tell her, you prick.

He’s actually going to hit Roy with his car. Lightly, definitely not enough to damage him, but enough to really, really piss him off.

This was all some ridiculous attempt to make him tell you how he felt about you? Absolutely not. Never. He wouldn’t be coerced into something so delicate, so important.

“What’s it say?”

You’re peering over the top of the paper, but he folds it in two before you can read anything. His chuckle comes out strained.

“It says: Get fucking pranked. Must be Roy, he’s probably scared Will into helpin’ him, the fucker. I’m afraid it’s payback for putting all his socks on the ceiling last week, babe, an’ you’ve been caught in the middle.”

You pause, staring at your shoes. For some reason, you look far more forlorn than the situation calls for, but it’s gone before he can think about it further.

“On the ceiling?”

He nods and you giggle. It’s only as you step away from him in your laughter that he realises how close you had been. He should’ve savoured it.

It’s also only as you step away that Jamie finally gets a glimpse of your outfit and nearly reaches out to the nearby bench for strength. He’s never seen you in a v-neck anything before, let alone a dress, and he thinks it might do him in.

“You look good,” he says lamely, then tries again, “Great. Fan-fuckin’-tastic, I mean.”

“I like that last one,” you smile, ducking your head. He thinks, or rather hopes, you’re a little flustered, “Fan-fuckin’-tastic happens to be what I was going for.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, words gone as soon as he’d found them. And now he was staring. Shit.

“I like your suit,” you say, maybe breathless yourself. It must be his ears. You reach up as if you might fiddle with his lapel but just point towards it before your hand drops again. You practically fall down onto the bench you’re both stood beside and he follows, ever obedient, “Shame no one else will ever see it. How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?”

The suit isn’t for anyone except you. That’s what he’d say if he had any stupid bravery. He’s an awful coward, he thinks.

“Until Roy gets bored or Keeley finds out I reckon,” Jamie guesses, “Y’ wanna play I-spy?”

You sigh, but when he peeks at you out of the corner of his eye, you’re grinning your silly, lovely grin again.

“I spy with my little eye…”

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It is around 11pm, when Jamie has not long fallen asleep against the jacket he had scrunched behind his head, that he feels your hand on his ankle. He can tell, as he wakes without opening his eyes, that you’re not trying to rouse him. The touch is light, feathery. Maybe an accident.

No, not an accident. It wouldn’t have lasted this long, and your thumb is drawing absentminded circles into his ankle bone. You think he’s asleep and you’ve reached out to hold him anyway.

He opens his eyes but doesn’t move. His legs are stretched out on the bench in front of him and you sit upright next his sock-clad feet, one hand on his bare ankle. You’re staring at a piece of paper so intently he wonders what could possibly be so interesting.

“This doesn’t say get fucking pranked, Jamie,” you murmur, and his hand flies to his jacket pocket. It must have fallen out when he slumped into a slumber. He’s sat up in a blink, watching the hand that had been so soothing, fall back at your side suddenly.

“I’m sorry. Shit. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“No, don’t,” you insist, still staring at the piece of paper. Instead of whirling on him for answers, you reach calmly into one of the boot cubbies beside your head and pull out a piece of paper from one of the boots. You chuck it at him without looking.

He unfolds it with careful, if shaky, hands.

Tell him, you silly shit.

It takes him an absurdly long time to understand what the hell this second piece of paper means. Later, when the two of you look back on this moment (and you do so often), you’ll wonder how he could have been so dense and he’ll spin you a line about how too good to be true it all felt. But in the moment, he has no lines and no words, until your hand lands heavy on his knee this time.

“Jamie,” you say softly, through a grin that is so different from your usual that he could pass out. It’s so beautiful and so strikingly lovesick that he thinks he might actually be sick, “What do you have to tell me?”

“What?”

He feels dumber than he’s ever felt. But your hand is still on his knee and now you’re shuffling closer to him on the bench.

“What do you have to tell me?” you repeat, then you poke his chest playfully as you add, “You prick.”

He still looks confused, so you clearly decide the best way to catch him up is to kiss him.

You pull away after a moment, a moment of pure heaven, because clearly you don't want to kiss him fully until he's all clued in.

"Come on, pretty boy," you say, teasing, "Figure it out. I was going to buy you a passionfruit J2O. It's the sign of all signs."

He should be laughing at your joke, but all he really wants to do is kiss you again. And again.

Maybe again.

"Oh pretty girl," he says, and he feels the rumble of his low tone in his chest. He places a hand on your face, fingers itching at your hairline, "I'll tell you anything ya wanna hear, I swear. Anythin'."

He hears your breath hitch, but he feels it too, where the meat of his palm is covering your neck.

"Anything?" you answer back, "I could have a lot of fun with this."

You scrunch up your brow like you're thinking and he's so stupidly in love with you that he just tells you. Too-soon be damned.

"Smooth talker," you laugh, giddy, and you kiss him again. And it's so good that he doesn't even remember you didn't say it back until hours later.

(at which point, you say it back so many times and in so many ways, Jamie is certain that he's the luckiest man in the world. he might not hit Roy with his car after all)

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #ted lasso x reader

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gethelpplease · 7 months

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All the Pretty Stars (shine for you, my love)

Ellie x Reader

tags: fluff, stargazing, loser Ellie, cursing, best friends to lovers, one-shot, Loser!Ellie, Jackson!Ellie

synopsis: You and Ellie have been friends since she first came to Jackson. The moment you saw her, you knew she was special. Years later you suddenly realize you're in love with her. One day while stargazing, everything changes between the two of you.

Or: A fluffy fic with a cute little forehead kiss at the end.

word count: 4.7k

AN: I might make a second part with angst. I'm not sure I just rlly wanna write Ellie angst but we'll see if I ever get the time to. School is taking over my life. Anyway, I posted this on ao3 too: All the Pretty Stars (shine for you, my love) by siriusly_not_moony

Enjoy! <3

The view of the stars in Jackson was the best thing anyone could ever see. Ever since the outbreak, there hasn’t been much light pollution outside of QZs. Meaning,1 there’s a good view almost anywhere else. This makes the view of the stars pretty clear, but Jackson has something everywhere else doesn’t have. Ellie Williams. Stargazing with her isn’t just “stargazing.”

Ellie first got to Jackson when she was fourteen, you remember very clearly. Seeing her for the first time quite literally knocked the breath out of you. You’d been in Jackson for a while before her, still adjusting to the new environment. Tommy had finally given into your pestering to improve your defense skills for patrol at 14. Maria never let you go of course, she said you needed more practice and maybe when you turned 16, she would let you. Once she let up, going on patrols with Tommy, Joel, and Ellie, made the pair of you closer. Your connection with Tommy is how you got to meet Ellie. Without him, you probably would have never approached her. He kept insisting you should talk to her, “She’s only a few weeks apart from you, Joel says she’s a good kid. Just talk to her.” “Kid, you need friends, just say hi.” “You know, Joel says she likes comics. Just like you.”

Meeting Ellie was confusing to describe it at best. She was kind, but very curt with all her responses. You almost felt as if she didn’t really care to get to know you. As for you, she was all you thought about since you first saw her.

Joel and Tommy were talking as the three of them walked down to the stables. You watched quietly as they got closer. Ellie stayed close to Joel, but a bit behind silently looking down, looking anywhere but the pair of brothers. It was obvious she felt a bit out of place. You honestly felt bad for her. She must not know anyone in Jackson yet, the only people she knows are grown adults.

They stopped near the open doors of the stables; you were in the first stall brushing Willow’s mane. She was your neighbor’s horse, but she liked you a lot for some reason.

You leaned against the stall door, “Hi.”

Ellie took a few seconds to turn around and see you, a straight look on her face, but her eyes. She has sad eyes. Beautiful, sad, green eyes. The eyes you want to stare at forever, to draw hundreds of times until it’s perfect. The eyes that put you in a trance when you see them up close. And those freckles.

Regret started to fill your stomach, but you pushed it back. You’re doing this for her, so she has a friend. Not because she’s the prettiest person you’ve ever seen. Her eyes were so mesmerizing. You’ve never seen eyes so hypnotizing. And they were looking at yours now. “Hi?”

“Oh,” You introduce yourself completely forgetting how social interactions go for a moment. “I—uh Tommy mentioned you’re about my age, I just wanted to introduce myself. I’ve only been in Jackson for about a year, so I know what it’s like to be new to it all. But, um, if you want a look around, I can show you?”

“Uh,” She looked back at Tommy and Joel. They were definitely into whatever it was they were talking about. You could see Ellie’s internal debate deciding if she should or shouldn’t accept your offer. “Sure.”

“Cool! I’m kind of still learning new things about this place every day. It’s kind of awesome how a place like this is growing and flourishing. It gives me hope you know?”

“Yeah.”

“So, where are you from?”

“Boston QZ.”

“Oh.” She seemed distracted. Or uninterested, who could tell? “So, what brought you here?”

She sighs, “It’s a long story. I came here with Joel. He was looking for Tommy. He found him now so…that’s that.”

You didn’t want to ask about that yet, it seemed a bit too sensitive for a first conversation. “This is the community garden. Some people grow their own stuff in their own yards for easy access, but this is the main source. We all help out here.”

You showed her around the most important parts of town. You found out she’s staying around the corner, just a minute's walk away. She cracked a smile once when you mentioned that almost everyone you knew would rather run into infected than listen to Seth drunkenly rant about his philosophical discoveries that make zero sense. You walked her back to her place after roughly less than an hour. You gave her directions to your place and said goodbye with a smile. The one you got in return made you weak to your knees.

After that first interaction, you didn’t speak for a couple of days before you saw her at the diner for breakfast. After that, you got breakfast together every day, which led to hanging out together. After a couple weeks of talking, you actually felt a really strong connection to her. She was your first real friend, and it was the best thing ever.

A couple years later, once Maria let you out on patrol, you convinced her to let you go with Ellie. And Joel and Tommy of course. She wouldn’t trust just the two of you alone. At this point, you spent most of your days with her. You got to know Joel too. You got to know just how sassy that man was despite his tough exterior. He was definitely Tommy’s brother.

Now, it was safe to say Ellie was your best friend. You two also made friends with Dina, Jesse, Cat, Riah, and Travis. You were also acquainted with a few others who you met through Dina. Meeting Dina really brought you out of your shell, and you can thank her for it. She’s the reason why you allowed yourself to become friends with other people. Dina was both yours and Ellie’s closest friend, besides each other. That’s why you came to Dina when you realized you were completely in love with Ellie. You knew you had a crush on her when the two of you had just started talking, but you were convinced it would go away. You pushed it back and kind of thought it did go away, but years later you now know that’s not the case. One day it just dawned on you that you were in love with her. One random, normal day.

You and Ellie were lying about on her bed. You found a bottle of alcohol on patrol and obviously brought it back. You two were drinking out of it just until you felt a buzz, not trying to get too drunk. Because of this, you two reached a somewhat dizzy and sleepy state. She was practicing a familiar tune on the guitar while you were sketching exactly what you saw. You both bonded over drawing, she was definitely better than you. She was always getting so much better so quickly. It was amazing. You were drawing the freckles on her face and that one distinct freckle on the top of her left cheek when you just started staring freely at her. She was distracted and you took the opportunity to just take in all of her features. In doing so, you got a dangerously strong feeling of butterflies in your stomach. You felt it first, and then a few beats later you realized what that meant. Your breath was suddenly gone.

Shit.

You sat up clenching your jaw trying to think straight for just one moment.

I’m in love with Ellie Fucking Williams…

In love. Love. God, this isn’t going to go away.

That night you slept beside her which was kind of a normal thing for the two of you. She slept soundly from what you could hear, but you stayed up for hours nervous and jittery. You only got a few hours of consistent sleep.

When you finally got the chance to tell Dina, she already knew of course. You told her about your “big realization,” but she said it was incredibly obvious from the very beginning. She even thought you and Ellie were dating before you two became friends with her.

She helped you come up with an outline on what to tell Ellie. It really shouldn’t be that difficult to talk about your feelings, but this is Ellie. Your best friend who you know is a bit emotionally constipated. You feel like even if there was a chance that she liked you back, she would never grant herself the ability to do anything about it. For someone so deserving, she never let herself be truly happy.

“You got this.” Dina grinned your way as she walked you to the door.

You spun quickly back towards her ready to go back to her bed and just talk to her instead of Ellie.

Dina grabbed your shoulders and turned you back to the door, literally kicking you out. “Nope. You’re doing this today. Trust me, it’ll work out.”

“No Dina, I really don’t think I can. If she turns me down, I will actually hide away forever. I’ll go throw myself into a horde of infected and it’ll be your fault.”

She lets out a long sigh and gives you a knowing look as you stand outside her door, “If you never do it you could be missing out on something really beautiful. At least try? You both deserve to be happy.”

You groan loudly. You agree with her of course, if the roles were reversed you would probably tell Dina the same thing. “Okay. I’ll do it, just give me a few days to prepare. I’ll talk to her sometime this week. I want to.”

“Yes you will.”

“Thank you Dina. I probably would have rotted in self-doubt without you. I’ll see you for dinner.”

“Bye Hun.” She gives you a small finger wave as you walk away.

After that conversation with Dina, you tried to keep your feelings for Ellie behind a curtain. The last thing you would want is to make things weird between you and her. You also noticed that knowing how you felt and continuing your friendship as normal was pretty tiring. You had to constantly think about every choice you made and every word you said. In a perfect world, you told her the moment you knew and she told you she liked you back. Too bad. This isn’t that world. Ellie is hard to read. Yeah, she smiles at you a lot, will stare at you when she thinks you don’t notice, and she’ll hold you or play with your hair when you guys watch movies. That’s being friendly. You kinda do some of those things with Dina? Despite your internal emotional battle, you told Dina you would tell Ellie. You’re not doing this for Dina though, you’re doing this for yourself. Going on pretending you’re not completely in love with Ellie would be too much.

It was a couple days later when got to spend the entire day with Ellie. Those days came rarely now. You love spending time with Ellie, so it wasn’t exactly a problem, but you definitely needed some time alone at the end of it all. You were laying down in an empty field behind one of the small playgrounds. The grass was a bit taller and uncomfortably itchy, so you had a sheet under you and your mini telescope lens Maria gave you for your 16th birthday. This was your spot to look at the stars at night. Ellie would usually go with you since she loves space too, but you didn’t tell her you were here this time. Because of that, you didn’t expect to hear footsteps approaching. Much less Ellie’s footsteps.

You sit up to look behind you, “What’re you doing here?”

“Tommy told me where you were.”

“I thought you were going to sleep earlier tonight since you have morning patrol.”

“Yeah, but…I dunno, I changed my mind.” She sat beside you partly on the grass. You knew she wouldn’t really be bothered by the grass since she’s wearing pants and a long sleeve, but you scooted over to make a bit more room for her. You patted the spot next to you and she took the offer and smiled, “I wanted to make sure you were okay. You were kinda spacey today. You know? I feel like you zoned out a lot.”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You stare back up at the sky hoping she isn’t thinking too much into your behavior. “I’ve just been tired.”

“Yet you’re out watching the stars in the middle of the night.”

You chuckled, “Whatever.”

You let out a big sigh. A few moments of silence fall over you two, but it’s comfortable.

You lay back down on your sheet to get a good look at a small bunch of stars that look like one of the constellations you read about. You turn your head a bit to the right, and you are finally able to connect the stars and make out the figure you’ve been trying to find for a few nights. Ellie’s still sitting up, watching you observe the stars. You look at her and she takes a few seconds to notice. She had a soft smile on her face that was so beautiful it haunted you. When she notices you’re shift of attention she darts her eyes around before finally settling back on you, accompanied with a confused look.

“I found it!”

“Found it?”

“The constellation we were looking for the other night. I found it. C’mere.”

She lays down by you, her shoulder touching yours. “Where?”

“Here!” You point to a spot in the sky, but it doesn’t seem very effective. You lean over, your face so close to Ellie’s, looking at the sky. Your eyes are trying their hardest to stay focused on the sky despite the fact that Ellie’s eyes are like magnets. You’re trying to see the stars from her perspective to give her a better idea of where the bunch of stars are. “There.” You say quietly due to your proximity.

When she notices your eyes on the sky her eyes follow, hoping you didn’t see where her eyes were originally. She looks back at you and her eyes dart to your lips before looking back and forth between your left and right eyes. She slightly licks her lips causing you to look at them. It becomes too much so you lay back down in your original spot.

You take a few seconds to regain your calm, releasing a soft sigh. “Um, this was the dog constellation I was telling you about.” You had a moment. You definitely had a moment.

“The one with that super bright star? Sirion? No, wait, Sirius?”

“Yeah, Sirius. Did you learn that from the constellation book I gave you?”

“Obviously…Have you read the space mysteries book I gave you?”

“I’ll have you know that I have read some of it, actually.”

“You haven’t.” She said with a deadpan face.

“No, I really have,” you say giggling, “I swear!”

“I can never tell when you’re being sarcastic.” She rolls her eyes and lets out a gruff breath as she turns her head the other way.

You two lay in silence for a few minutes enjoying the quiet ambience. In Jackson, most settle down around 10:30 p.m. The only noise you hear now is the wind causing leaves to rustle against each other, a few crickets, and the soft background of cicadas.

“I have a question.” Ellie says randomly.

“What?” You respond still laying down on your back, eyes darting between Ellie and the sky. One reason why you love the stars and constellations so much might, or might not, be because of how they remind you of Ellie’s freckles. It just makes so much sense. She has the bigger more prominent freckles under her left eye and above her left eyebrow kind of like how there are brighter stars in constellations. You smile to yourself just thinking about it.

“Okay,” she says moving to lay down on her side with her head propped up on her fist, “you said that you immediately liked me when you first saw me, but what did you mean? Because I was really thinking about it the other day and I remember kind of being a jerk when we first met.”

Thinking about that makes you chuckle. She wasn’t that much of a jerk she just acted as most teens do when they see someone their age. The weird critical glances and kind of guarded attitude. “I don’t know. You—I mean… you weren’t a jerk from what I remember. Maybe I just ignored it. But, you did seem shy like you were afraid to make friends and I think that made me want to be friends with you more. And I liked you when I instantly saw you because you… I don’t know I just immediately knew I had to talk to you. I didn’t have any real friends at that point in my life, but I thought maybe it could be you.”

“Wow.”

“Shut up. I don’t mean to be cheesy but I just got a feeling I guess.”

“No, no, it’s cute.”

“Yeah whatever… What about you? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you’re first impression of me. Just that you’re glad that I talked to you.”

“I mean there’s not much to say. You said it all.”

“Uh, yeah. I said my side. Now I wanna know your side.” You poke her shoulder with your finger to make your point.

“Ok… fine,” She pauses for a second gathering her thoughts, “I remember seeing you kinda linger around when I first rode in with Joel. I didn’t want to look your way ‘cause I knew you were looking at me. I definitely knew you were weird.” You shove her shoulder, a wide smile plastered on your face. “I didn’t really expect to make friends actually. You already know I’ve only ever had one real friend my age, so when you came up to me, I thought I should try. I remember that talk very clearly actually. You gave me a tour and a rundown on how the social life is here. We talked a bit about our interests, and I found out you liked comics too, so I think that did it for me.”

“Aw, it wasn’t my great jokes?”

She shouts, “Ha!” Obviously making fun of you.

“Your puns are just as bad so you better keep your mouth shut.”

“My puns are amazing. You know you love them. You’ve told me before.”

“Mmm, no. Must have me confused for someone else.”

She smiles and nods her head, a sweet look on her face you wish you could take a photo of.

“The moon looks so nice right now.” She says as she stares in awe at the full moon overhead. She then reaches over you to grab the mini telescope lens. When she grabs it, it rolls off a bit causing her to lose her balance and slip. She catches herself before she slams into you, just hovering over you with her hand on the side of your head and the other half-folded on your other side providing her with support.

Your instant reaction was to grab her, so your hand is hovering over her waist, “You okay?”

“Yeah, my bad.” She still hasn’t moved, staring at your eyes, then looking around your entire face.

Your heart is beating too fast and too strong. You feel the need to breathe faster, but you can’t make it too obvious. You’re staring at her lips just waiting for her to do something because you don’t have the will to make the first move. Then you see her lips form into a smirk, so you look back up at her eyes. “What?”

“Nothing,” she says letting out a breathy laugh.

“No, what?” You say, turning red. Was she laughing at the way you looked at her lips?

“Just… you.” She’s still chuckling.

“What about me?” Your eyebrows scrunch up, an almost pouted look on your face. You feel very left out of whatever is making Ellie so entertained.

“I don’t know,” she is still laughing. “You just make me smile.”

“Ha ha. Fuck you too.” You reply out of defense feeling like she’s teasing you.

You’re partly confused because of this sudden mood change from Ellie. She’s cute when she’s giggly, but she usually only gets that way when she has a bit of alcohol in her system or when she’s taken a couple hits too many. You smile, brows still scrunched, but her comment makes you blush. You turn away from her thinking, What the fuck was that?

You turn back to face her, but she’s still smiling at you, still hovering over you. Your hand is gone from her waist and now it’s on the floor, feeling like it’s glued down. Your entire body feels frozen as if gravity has doubled in force, trying to staple you to the ground.

She stopped laughing so there’s a moment of pure silence between the two of you. That’s when it feels too real, the energy around the two of you changes completely. Her smile slowly falls and she’s staring at your lips, then looks into your eyes with permission. You could be imagining it, but that thought depleted from your brain when Ellie finally leans in. She lowers her head, only a centimeter from yours for one second almost second-guessing herself. Butterflies flood your stomach and then your entire body as you take in what is happening. You both end up moving your heads at the same time and it’s the best thing in the world. Her lips touch yours so gently, lingering there for a bit. You try to process the moment, but you can only focus on Ellie.

Ellie. Ellie. Ellie.

You move your lips against hers slowly. It’s a closed-mouth kiss that lasts a few long seconds. She pulls away, eyes closed, still so close, and she sighs shakily. You’re still looking at her in pure shock and admiration because this is it. This is what you were so scared of and it’s all you ever wanted, except you didn’t have to make the first move. She did.

Ellie repositions herself so she’s not relying on only her arms for support. She kneels down, one of your legs between the two of hers and then she lowers herself back on top of you, one hand on your neck and the other beside your head.

This time, you lean in to kiss her first and it’s different. You know what it’s like and you want more. She holds your head closer, pushing you into her as much as she can. One of your hands find the back of her head, fingers brushing through her hair. The other hand is under her shirt on her waist, moving back and forth occasionally to her lower back. She slightly moans into your mouth at the sensation. It’s not freezing outside, but your fingers hold a slight chill against her warm back. You’re thinking you could just live in this moment forever, but then things get better and your mind starts racing.

More.

Ellie’s the one to deepen the kiss, slipping her tongue into your mouth first. Then, to top it all off, she grabs your leg, pulling it down to get you closer to her. She doesn’t move her hand, keeping it on your leg stroking up and down slowly occasionally squeezing your thighs. You use that leg to feel closer to her, wrapping it around her. She pulls away for a second and you think it’s over, but she takes a deep breath and starts leaving feathery kisses down your jaw to your neck. Your eyes fall shut. It’s a struggle to stay calm when you feel her lips on your skin, her hand on your neck, fingers in your hair, and her other hand stroking your thigh.

“Ellie.” You barely croak the word out, not wanting her to stop. “Ellie,” you say a bit louder now, still a whisper “Ellie.” The last time you say her name, it comes out as a giggle. Her lips brushed against a sensitive spot on your neck.

She looks up looking dazed, “Yeah?” she whispers back.

You grab her face to pull her closer and kiss her briefly, her eyes still closed for a few seconds after you pull away and a smile forming on her face. Meanwhile, you’re grinning like a fool. You push her off of you playfully as you laugh, “We have to get back. We need some sleep.”

“Five more minutes.” She sighs staring up at the sky.

“Okay.” You sigh, “Five minutes.”

You both lay in each other’s company for those five minutes, silently processing what just happened.

“Okay five minutes are up, it’s pretty late.” You say, grunting as you push yourself up and begin to gather your things.

Ellie’s still laying down. You both know you should go home and sleep, but you don’t want to leave this moment just yet.

You sigh and kick her leg. “Get up.” You say reaching your hand out.

“Damn, okay.” She takes the invitation pulling herself up.

The two of you begin to walk towards the road where you live not knowing whose house you’re exactly going to. Ellie’s place comes up first and as you slow down to say bye, she doesn’t stop.

“Let me drop you off.” She insists turning to face you.

“Drop me off? Ellie, we’re already at your place, I’ll be fine walking down the street alone.” You say in disbelief.

“Come on,” she says grabbing your hand as she drags you down the street towards your place.

“Uh-” you utter in surprise. What is this girl on?

You walk for a couple minutes looking over at Ellie, she looks lost in thought as she unconsciously swings your hands.

“I’m grabbing breakfast extra early in the morning with Joel, he wants to give me woodworking lessons again.” She looks away, “He’s—he’s trying.”

“That’s good though…I don’t really know exactly what happened between the two of you, but I know he cares about you so much and from how you talked about him Ellie, I know you care about him just as strongly. I want you to be happy, and if this is how, then that’s good.”

She looks at you thoughtfully, then looks down. “Yeah.” A slight pause, “Thanks.”

“You’re going to do that before patrol?”

“Yeah.”

“’Kay. Do you wanna come over later? I was just going to help out in the stables for a bit after then kinda chill for the rest of the day.”

“Yeah, sure, that sounds good.” A smile back on her face. She turns to walk you up to your door, “See you tomorrow—or later I guess.”

“Goodnight, Ellie.” You smile softly at her, releasing your joined hands. You want to tell her just how much you’re going to remember tonight and how much you like her, but not yet. Not yet.

While you’re thinking, she leans in to brush a soft kiss on your forehead, catching you off guard. She doesn’t let it linger too long, but just long enough for you to still feel a tingle in her lips’ absence. “Night.” She whispers against your forehead. She turns and walks back down the road, just like that. Meanwhile, you’re watching her go in disbelief at how much happened in one night. This is going to change a lot.

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b-o-e · 1 year

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paint me like one of your french girls

Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: you aren’t very good at painting lol

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #2 :)

You weren’t the best painter, nor were you the best at picking up hints…

“... this is atrocious.”

You were not a painter. You were finding that much out right now.

“Well, don’t say that. It has me in it, so it can't be that bad, ha ha.” Wally jested.

Ehhh…

“Are you almost finished with it, neighbour?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m finished, but I’m almost ready to give up, yes,” you grumbled, the bristles of your brush carefully swiping some more paint onto the canvas. Yikes! Not carefully enough, it seems.

Wally noticed your grimace, laughing lightly. “It’s going to look good, I know it,” he claimed.

“You’re easily pleased, though,” you huffed, eyes flickering to him in a half-hearted glare. He giggled, shaking his head.

“I am honest,” he grinned, raising his right hand to swear on it. “Cross my heart, always and forever,” he promised, drawing the ‘x’ over his chest with a happy smile.

“At least I think I did Home some justice,” you snickered with a shrug. “You, not so much, Wally. I think you can still tell it’s you, though?”

“I’m sure I look amazing. Handsome!”

“I wouldn’t use that word for it, but the real you is?” You offered.

“Why, you’ll make me blush.”

You laughed lightly as you continued to paint, Wally remaining as still as a statue in his chosen position in front of home. His eyes never left you.

He loved the expressions you made. He just adored the twitch of your brow when you don’t quite approve of a detail, the silly grimace you wear when you’ve made a ‘mistake’, the way your tongue poked out a little when you were extra focussed... You were so entrancing!

“... going to start being a bit less uptight now,”

Wally hadn’t caught the first part, but figured out what you were saying.

“I guess I should probably give myself a little more credit than I am.” A little smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Oh! He enjoyed that expression most!

“I’m happy you say that,” Wally said, “I do mean it when I say I believe I will like it. Everyone has their own unique style. It’s nothing less than that,” he added, “plus, it’s made by you. That gives it extra special points!”

“Special, alright,” you joked quietly to yourself. It was definitely a unique piece, your painting.

“I just need to remind myself I don’t have much experience with this,” you sighed, “I need to cut myself some slack. I know practice is necessary to be as good as someone like you at this, and I haven’t put much of that in,”

“And if you were ever interested in such, I would always be around to offer my help if you so desire,” Wally assured.

“Thanks, Wally,” you tore your eyes away from your work, looking over at him. “I appreciate you. Always so sweet to me,” you sighed out dramatically. Unfortunately, your gaze didn't stick on him long enough to notice the redness growing on his cheeks from your compliments.

“Alas, I think I’m all done now,” you giggled, stepping back from your work. Now that you look it over, it really wasn’t too shabby, especially with your limited skill!

Wally stood up from his spot, starting his way over, as you turned the easel around so that he and Home could both see it. When Wally was close enough, he leaned forward a little, examining the painted canvas. Despite the knowledge that Wally would never judge you, your nerves twisted a little in your stomach as you watched his eyes study it with such intensity.

It was silent. He’s observed it for at least a minute now, not a word said.

…

“I know it’s-”

“It’s wonderful,” Wally cut you off, straightening his posture, his smile growing. “The absolute most, as is its creator,” he added as he looked at you. “Can I have it?” he asked, head tipping to the side.

“You… Want it?” you giggled sheepishly, peering over at your goofy little creation. Was it really nice enough for him to want to keep it?

“I love it, so of course I would like to have it. If you allow me to, of course,”

Your painting wasn’t much. To you, at least. To Wally on the other hand, it truly was extravagant.

It was cute. He and Home were nicely depicted together, Home painted quite well, and in his opinion, he himself had not looked nearly as bad as you’d been letting on.

His face had a cute, simple little smiley on it, as did the sun in the sky, two silly little features among others that you had added when you decided not to care so much anymore. It made him giggle. Overall, it was just yours, and that’s what really sealed the deal on his love for it.

“Hmm… where should I hang it, though? Maybe by the couch?” He wondered aloud, tapping his chin. “What do you think, Home?” He turned to face it, receiving quick excited waves and squeaks from the door. “Ha ha. I think that, too.”

“You actually want it?” You questioned,

“Of course,” Wally nodded. “Oh no! How impolite of me. I should be offering some sort of payment,” he realized.

“For this?” You laughed, looking back at the artwork. “I dont think it’s worth a whole lo–”

“Mwah!”

…

Huh?

You gaped at Wally, hand on your flushed cheek, right where his lips had been moments prior.

“Will that do?” He smiled.

You could only stare in disbelief, mind working overtime to process what had just happened.

“Neighbour?”

You laughed. You laughed, and you shook your head, hands covering your face. Oh, those silly little thoughts of yours!

“Oh my goodness, Wally,” you snickered. “Be careful with that! Someone might take it the wrong way,” you warned, a little giggle following.

“What do you mean, neighbour?” Wally questioned, brows furrowed. “Is kissing not a good thing?”

“I mean, it is, but there's two ways it can be perceived: platonically, or romantically,” you explained, rubbing at your face in an attempt to get rid of your blush with a cheeky smile.

“Think of it like this. Eddie and Frank kiss as a way to show their romantic love for each other. That's because they’re a couple,” you continued. “Are they who you learned it from?”

Wally stared at you for a moment, trying to comprehend all that you’ve said. Finally, his shoulders slumped slightly as he answered.

“... Yes,” he admitted, a bashful smile on his features.

“I figured,” you sniggered. “I mean, I’m not saying I didn’t like it or anything, but just keep what I said in mind,” you joked lightly with a playful wink, “but, we should find a place for this painting, shouldn’t we?” You placed your hands on your hips, looking between him and the piece.

“That sounds like a good idea, neighbour,” he agreed, carefully picking up the dried painting, grabbing the easel in his other hand.

“Let’s do that, then,”

…

“So, how did it go?” Eddie asked, placing a toasty mug of hot cocoa in front of a sulking Wally. “Not that great, I presume..?” He smiled sympathetically.

“They said to ‘be careful’ because ‘someone might get the wrong idea’...” he gave a gloomy smile. “But they also said they ‘didn’t dislike’ it?” He offered.

“So they thought the right idea, but brushed it off as being wrong,” Frank snickered, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the situation while he sipped on a mug of his own.

Eddie sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck with a chuckle. This was harder than the couple originally anticipated…

You two would be the death of this neighbourhood if you didn’t perceive your feelings for each other soon.

yyyello!! I hope you enjoyed reading this!

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Posted Tuesday, April 25, 2023 at 11:29 AM

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mykoreanlove · 1 month

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submissive

Y/N...

I'm thinking of you laying there on the kingsize bed of a dimly lit room, in your flirty little plaid skirt just waiting for someone to take you.

I start slowly getting closer to you starring you down, letting you know just how bad I want you. Can you feel the intensity of my gaze?You start to feel the tension in the room escalating and I can hear your breathing pattern changing. I’m now just next to you, I start softly running my hand up the inside of your leg, inner thigh, so soft, all the way to your stomach. Your cute little stomach.

I pause, take a glimpse at you, I want to see how you’re reacting to my tender touch. We briefly lock eyes and that’s my signal, your insistant lustful gaze has betrayed you. You haven’t uttered a single word but your body has now made it clear, you’re enjoying this moment and you sure as hell don’t want this to stop.

So I pick up where I left at, I start to run my hand on your body once more reaching for your hips, I lean my head closer to yours, gaze at your face for awhile. I slowly run my other hand trough your silk hair, down your neck and shoulder. Your skin feels so soft.

I decide to play with the strap of your lace bra for a while, trying to figure out if I should take it off just now, as I push your strap to the side of your shoulder. And in that moment, as I begin to undress you, you start to feel particularly vulnerable, the intimacy of the moment is very shooting, isn’t it?

As I make my way up your upper back with my hand, you start to blush, your cheeks are turning red and you are submerged by a wave of burning desire, and you probably haven’t even noticed but your hips instinctively moved closer to me, y/n.

I have you stand up for me as I begin to wonder just how to dispose of you.

Should I start by making my way up, slowly grazing the exterior of your thighs with the back of my hand ?

Or perhaps I should start by standing firmly in front of you, pinning you up against the wall, staring you right in the eyes.

Yeah.. I like the sound of that.

So I get real close to you, you start to take a step back. I keep trying to get closer and you match my pace, for every step forward I take, you take one backwards. Our eyes are locked and you start to grin because you know what’s coming next, it’s almost like we’re dancing really.

But now I have you cornered, your back’s against the hard wall. So I lean in real close to you, guide your arms above your head, let out a couple of warm heavy breathes onto your neck. Do you feel the goosebumps?

You have me seduced, I can barely contain myself. Having you there hands up against the wall, it’s a bliss but you realize there's no going back. It's just you and me baby girl, in that moment you become entirely mine.

I have you spread your legs open for me, just a little bit.

I’m taking my time with you, contemplating that beautiful body of yours.

You're eye candy to me, and I'd make sure you know that by the way I looked at you. Let you know how every single one of your curves draws me just a little bit closer to the edge.

Y/N...

I’m thinking about just how hard it is for me to contain myself, but you're worth it, I want to take all the time in the world for you.

I take your cheek in the palm of my hand and slowly move my lips closer to yours, only to deny you of that kiss at the last moment and get close to your ear.

Whisper something along the lines of:

"you know.. I'm really enjoying this. Knowing that you're mine to take. Having your body under my control, all of you, at the mercy of my touch. Yeah that's right, I want you to surrender your body to me, surrender to my touch, precious."

Of course I'd have started to run my fingers around the string of your panties, playing around with them, teasing you.

Y/N...

Should I push them aside and reach for the promised land like your body is begging me to do ? Or should I continue to tease you and just pull your panties upward just a bit, have them spread your lips open for me..?

Y/N...

What do you want me to do?

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mrz-fushiguro-types · 2 months

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His Cargo pt. 1

New series about Suguru, Geto. A Handsome businessman that you fell head over heels for, of course he played a big part of that, bringing you expensive gifts always flying first class and eating 5 star meals in VIP. you being a college student focusing on your dream job; you were living the life you never had before you met him, You only have one complaint though; he’s a total fuck boy.

Warnings: intense orgasm DISGUSTING talk. Smut, intense cumming, cream pie, over whelming pleasure, exhaustion, and ts gets a little sad too.

A/n: I don’t see a lot of fuck boy stories about Geto, maybe I’m just not looking BUT I’m making one, usually this would be for Satoru but that’s so borrring! Well Enjoy reading!

Throwing your hoodie with no bra on and your shorts that you knew he loved. You start to question whether or not you want to pack an overnight bag, you sigh out loud as you get frustrated feeling the nervousness start, and that always happened when you were about to see Suguru.

He just brought that out of you no matter what, even after the countless times he’s cheated or turned you down when you wanted something serious, he was just the guy that could trap you in delusion; and you were okay with that.

You turn your head to the sudden notification that popped up.

༯ꨄ𝓢𝓾

Come out when you’re ready, I’m taking you somewhere.

You quickly reply asking for a few minutes before running to your closet grabbing a nice black dress and running into the bathroom, knowing Suguru he was probably dressed in black too. You throw your hair tie after yanking it impatiently out of your hair.

Shoko sighs leaning up against the door frame, “you’re going out?” She asks lighting the cigarette that was in her mouth, you yelp at her voice pulling your dress on, fixing your boobs to make them look great. “Yes, and—are you smoking?!” You ask stopping your actions, and she cackles.

Grabbing your glitter lotion to rub it on your legs, arms, neck, and chest, along with a few squirts of the perfume Geto loved on those glistening areas and your wrist. ”not anymore,open up so I can see!” “Not yet lemme’ finish,” You then begin to do a quick natural look feeling as though it would save time. Again only Geto made you do things like this, for some odd reason you didn’t want to disappoint him, maybe that’s why it hurt so much when you caught him cheating on you that one time..and that other time.

You open the bathroom door for Shoko and she peeks her head in “going to see that dickhead huh?” She says making you blush at her question “I can’t just look good for myself?” Shoko laughs sarcastically zipping up your dress, “you know damn well you don’t wear that perfume unless you’re going to see that man.” She states running her fingers in your hair to style it.

You side eye her before looking back into the mirror drawing on your lip liner, she wasn’t wrong you couldn’t even lie, this is the only perfume you’ve heard him compliment you on, and you kept wearing it and because you see him so much the bottle is almost empty. “I’m just going out with him for a few,” you lied knowing she’d pick up on that too.

“Yeah and you obviously plan on staying a little longer than a few. You need to stop seeing him, he’s nothing but a player that practically spits on your pain.” She said wholeheartedly, you turn to look at her setting the pencil down, “I know..but I just don’t ever wanna lose him, I know I deserve more but can I really get more?” “Yes?” She answers causing you to roll your eyes “I’ll never get anything like this..” you say looking at her.

And it wasn’t even about the money, you seriously couldn’t imagine your life without him, he brought you so much joy just from seeing him smile, the money is just a bonus; “whatever you say just be safe..” she says watching you put your glitter lipgloss, she rolls her eyes and You buck your head at her.

“Listen, I’m not mad man, i’m just disappointed.” She says making you roll your eyes and walk out to your room to slip on your heals; “oh puhhlease I say nothing about your Dick appointments at 3 am” Shoko opens her mouth but just closes it nodding her head in acceptance.

You grab your bag walking out of the room grabbing your keys off the counter, going to the front door opening it, “I’m out!” You say throwing the middle finger up at your friend who yells “no kids please!” Before you shut the door in her ignorant face.

You quickly walk over to the car opening the car door and hopping in Suguru greeting you with a smile, “hey pretty” he says not being able to take his eyes off of you, he instantly felt his eyes wander your glistening body and he couldn’t stop himself from doing so, but damn..to be honest he didn’t have much intrest in taking you out anymore; he just wanted to take you back home and do whatever he wanted with you, the thought of your sweet moans taking over his thoughts completely, caused him to sit back to try and calm himself.

“Hey Su! Did you miss me?” You say grabbing your seatbelt after slipping your night bag into the backseat. “Oh how could I not? Mm..you smell nice y/n..” he says trying to restrain himself from ruining the stuff he had planned out, and to be honest you were at your limit to give in as well.

Sex with Geto was like a Drug, you couldn’t help but get addicted to it, his hard Cock ramming into you hitting spots a toy just couldn’t reach. He made your body reach limits no one could; And your cunt began to crave it just from being in his presence.

“I know it’s the perfume you love stupid..” I say slumping into the seat. “Ah yeah, it is, that’s why it smelled so familiar.” He said with a cocky sarcastic smile, you scrunch your face at him leaning over and up pressing your glossy lips on his and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, his thumb rested on your chin down to your neck holding your head in place and he peeked his tongue through the opening of your lips.

You groan, wrapping your hand on his wrist feeling you body shutter. He pulls away abruptly saying “you taste good too..~” smirking as he let you go causing you to pout up at him, “why’d you stop..?~” you whine looking up at him.

He chuckles starting the car, “you’re so cute—and because if I start I won’t be able to stop.” He says taking the car out of parked and began driving down the road.

You chuckle at the joke Suguru makes while gobble down a piece of your ribeye steak, “I swear that’s what happened..” he said through quiet laughter. You tilt your head at him in awe. “A lot seems to happen when you’re away huh..?” You say lightly poking your steak with your fork.

Suguru looks up at you his chewing slowing down, his face looking as if he was taking in the gravity of your question, “it would seem that way right..?” He says after swallowing his food.

You shake your head with a playful scoff, he’s always answering your question, with a question.

Then his phones goes off and he immediately checks it, “you gotta go?” You ask just for him to shake his head his eyes reading the text; glued to the screen.

You know Suguru, and you know what he does, you’ve walked in on him “accidentally” fucking another girl, not even a month before this dinner, and he hasn’t even apologized for it, so you couldn’t help but think; that he was texting her.

Suguru puts his phone away, concern written on his face when he sees your saddened face, “Y/n?” He ask his hand touching the top of yours; knocking you out of your intruding thoughts.

You put your fork down shaking your head, “sorry..” you say looking the man you loved in the eyes, “do you want to know who I was texting?” He asked abruptly solving the mystery quickly; the question shocked you. “Su’..you don’t have to do that..” “do you want me to do it?” He asked again his eyes piercing you.

You stand, “why would I want that?” “Because I know I hurt you, and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure I don’t do that again,” you sigh at his words, words you heard many times before, words you knew better than to believe.

“Sure..I’m full I’ll wait outside.” You say grabbing your purse heading out of the restaurant.

“I meant what I said..” Suguru said his hands gripping tight on the steering wheel as he drove back to his house. And he meant every word, he was trying his hardest to change, being with you made him so happy, he felt as though he finally had a purpose, all the other girls were just to blow of steam, how could he ever make you see it from his point of view?

You meet his split second gaze, “I’m here to stay this time..” he says reassuringly with an easy on the eyes smile, God you wanted to believe him, you knew his tactics, and he knew how to talk, even though you knew this time believing him was going to hurt you more, you found comfort in just knowing that he was here now.

“I hope so Su..” you say putting your hand on his and he nods “would I ever break a promise..?” And that makes you choke back a laugh. “Yes.” You said watching him cover his mouth to hide his obvious laughter, “I’m so sorry, that caught me off guard..” he said holding my hand.

You hum Walking out of his room in your comfort clothes, you sit in the couch with a sigh, You were back home. Geto walked out of the kitchen two cups of wine in his hands, he definitely knew how to swoon you.

He sat down handing You the glass gently, “I figured we’d take it easy tonight..” he said sitting back with his arm stretched out on the couch to pull you into his chest. You couldn’t help but feel anything but safe.

Suguru ran his hand up your arm taking a sip from his cup, “I missed this..” you say laying your head in his chest your glass rested on your crossed leg.

He looked at you cocking a brow jokingly, “are you—saying you missed the wine?” You roll your eyes as he chuckles nuzzling his nose on the side of your face. “I missed this as well; holding you like this and actually being able to enjoy my time with someone I care for..? It’s nice..” he says with a satisfied sigh taking a sip of his wine.

Your eyes gleamed at his words; that was another thing you loved about Suguru, his words made you feel like floating, and the best thing about it was that he meant every word, which made it mean so much more.

You take a sip of your wine finally laying your head back in his chest, being swallowed by his warm embrace.

The bottle now halfway full, the two of you sat and talked for what seemed like hours, talking about past trips just the two of you took; your legs now being tangled on his and his hand softly rubbing your smooth legs.

You felt the slightest bit tipsy but it was there, you knew because every-time this sexy man spoke you couldn’t help but stare intently at his lips, you craved him, more than anything in the world right now, one thing you loved about being drunk or tipsy was that; it brought the slut right out of you.

Geto continued to rub your legs, and slowly but surely every time he rubbed upward, he slid his warm hand higher causing your shorts to rise a little. You hitch unnoticeably wanting him to so desperately slide his hands a little higher.

To calm your hyper sexual mind, you gulp down the rest of your wine. “We should go on another trip sometime hm..? What do you think pretty?” He asked softly, his voice soft and soothing, matching his soft rubbing.

You hum, leaning the side of your body against the couch, “I’d love that..very—very much..” you say in a drunken slur, Causing Suguru to chuckle huskily. “I’m sure you would, I would love that too sweetheart..~” he coos leaning down kissing your leg, causing your shoulders to jump lightly.

Everything he was doing right now, was enough to make you pounce on him, but you knew Geto; he loves to play games, he’s a tease. And it brings him so much pleasure watching you squirm in impatience.

“Su..~” you whisper out as you feel his lips travel up your leg to your inner thighs, he scoops the glass from your hands gently placing it beside him without looking before he grabs your legs sliding you closer to him.

Suguru couldn’t help it or take it anymore, he’s been craving you since you sat in his car; he wanted to break you from this classy girl you play during the day, he wanted you to be a complete slut right now and the fact that he had to wait so long to bring that side out of you set his heart ablaze. “Don’t pretend you don’t crave it as much as I do..~” you whimper at his words as his hand hold your waist steady kissing your inner thigh getting closer to your throbbing clit.

“Just relax okay? I’ve got you covered pretty girl..~” he says reassuringly as he nuzzles his nose into your covered cunt causing you to hiss and hitch. He pulls your shorts up causing the fabric to squeeze tightly on your sensitive clit.

Geto couldn’t help himself, like a hyper kid in a candy store he was in his element. Watching your innocent act was enough to make his blood boil, and he couldn’t wait until you finally broke out of this character.

He hummed above you, sliding his soft hands up into your shorts, yet when his thumb grazed against your soaked underwear, a sex driven smirk plastered his face, “Suguru..~” you call out, your hips moving uncontrollably as if they had a mind of their own.

“I know~” he coos rubbing his thumb rhythmically up and down, he wanted to make sure he made You feel good, you deserved that much after all the shit he put you through, plus he knew that only he could see you this way, squirming beneath him, breathlessly begging for more, that made him attractively possessive.

You look down at him biting your lip to hush yourself, the sounds you made as he teased you embarrassed you in your core, but the wine mixed with the eagerness for him to fuck you, slowly began to push the embarrassing feelings you compressed down into nothingness.

“I hate when—you—tease me..~” you say brokenly, getting a soft chuckle out of him, “but I love it..~ I’m sure you do too hm..?~” he asked pushing his thumb through the side of your panties and pushing the tip of his thumb into your aching hole causing your hips to jump.

“Mm!~” you whimper out, biting on the sleeve of your hoodie, as he leans down closing his eyes and finally his tongue touched your pussy, swirling his warm tongue in circles against your twitching bud, “f..fuck!~” you curse out with a hard shiver hearing him groan in satisfaction in response.

Geto loved eating you out, feeling how wet you are in addition to his warm tongue and spit along with the sweet taste that quickly covered his taste buds, he couldn’t get enough of it, but the best thing he loved about it, was feeling you contract and squeeze around his tongue.

That was the best feeling in the world, and by all means; he was ready to finally drag the slut right out of you, not to forget, but the sheer heat that radiates off your pussy when he was down there was enough to make him lose his mind right there.

He slid his tongue into you easily causing you to throw your head back and squirm underneath him. He loved seeing you like this. He pulls his head back finally yanking at both your shorts and your underwear, causing you to yelp.

“I honestly don’t think I have it in me to tease you fully..” he says in a low tone teasing your now exposed hole with his two fingers, “then don’t..~ Su, please I need you more than—anything right now..~” you say pulling your hoodie up to reveal your breast. Using your own two fingers to pinch and pull at your nipples, Geto smirks laying his cheek against your inner thigh his eyes only on you.

“Isn’t this a sight?..~” he teases finally sliding his two fingers into your clit opening you up with ease. “Cmon Mama..~ show me how much you need me..~” he says softly curling his fingers up into you repeatedly knocking the breath out of you with one single thrust of his long fingers.

“Haah!~ please..~” you mange to get out, sliding your hands down your stomach, as if right now you wanted more than his fingers, and he knew that. “Please what baby? Be specific—what do you want..?~” he asks thrusting his fingers into you faster, lowering his head to flick his quick tongue on your twitching bud causing your hand to spasms on his shoulder.

“I want you to fuck me..~” you finally say looking down at him with teary eyes, “heh, and here I thought you were changing on me..~” he says jokingly as he pulls his fingers out of you standing to pull off his pants and boxers before he dug his knee into the couch pulling you closer by your legs.

Suguru was always so eloquent, yet sex brought out a side of him that was so irresistible, he was so good at making you feel as if nothing else in the world ever mattered.

You watch him intently as he pulls a condom off of the coffee table opening it with his teeth before stuffing his cock into it, and how impatient it made you as your clit started to crave being full by him, you look at his body and just behind beneath him like this was enough to make you wetter than you were before.

And without another word, he captivates your eyes starring down at you intently, “are you ready pretty..?~” he asks caressing your lifted leg with his rough but soft hands. You whine in response and he pushes the tip of his thick cock into you, before finally pushing himself completely in, finally.

Your eyes roll back as you feel this familiar feeling, “shit! Oh fuck!~ it feels—soo go..~” your breath is completely knocked out of you once he bucks his hips into you, causing you to frantically pull both of your legs up to hold them, “there she goes..~” he cooed replacing my hands with his holding my legs up in place pounding down into me.

The way he abused your g-spot caused you to start seeing stars each time he thrusted into you making your vision blurry and tearful.

Suguru huffed out, he had clear doubt that any girl could feel as good as you do. Your wet pussy completely squeezing around him so perfectly like a glove fitting on a hand, he couldn’t help but wonder what you felt like without the condom, which he has.

You pant out breathlessly your mind being captured by the sudden fullness in your belly, “daddy missed you baby..~” he says softly before he began to pick up the pace causing you to inhale sharply, “I missed you too!—Fuck! Right there!~” You call slapping the couch cushions beneath you for support.

Another thing you loved, usually when a women tells a man she’s close or that he’s fucking her in the right spot, it’s like something sets off in their brain to change speed, and where they intentionally were to make you yell that way, but not with Geto; see he knew when to speed up, or when to just pay extra attention to where he was thrusting already.

He hums at your request maintaining the same stroke allowing your legs to fall and wrap around him, “let me take it off princess..~” he says continuing to thrust referring to the condom to which when you nod repeatedly, he pulls out with a pop, before he peels off the condom and untimely shoving back in, tilting his head to the side in pure pleasure.

“Fuck..~ I can’t wait to fill you up..~” he whispered out hotly next to your ear, you wrap your arms around him as he starts to roll his hips up into you now, you shiver under him whimpering feeling the overwhelming feeling of him start to fuck your womb, you felt him deep in your stomach.

You claw at his back as he picks up his pace, the sounds of your cunt echoing throughout his living room, this is the loudest it’s ever been before, making such lewd noises that made you wanna hide away. He chuckles quietly, “you’re such a slut mama..~who knew that you liked to be fucked raw like this..~” he teases as he pounds down into you causing you to claw relentlessly at his back.

He hisses at both feelings leaning down into the crook of your neck making dark hickeys for everyone to see. The feeling of your gummy insides squeezing around him was enough to make him cum right there, he sighs out against your neck before going to the next spot sucking harshly replacing the harsh suck with his warm tongue.

You put up a fuss, whines and gleeful sobs left the back of your throat, you felt as if your entire body was going to explode. He kissed up to your ear planting gentle kisses to it before whispering “you feel sooo good..~” into your ear, making his thrust more intense and direct causing you to squeal in intense pleasure.

Your stomach threatened to pee, and you did not want to embarrass yourself on this man’s white couch, “Suguru wait! I-I have to pee!~” you warn your breath hitting his ear causing him to shiver as he continue to ram in your core.

Your pleads and cry’s of your near golden shower caused him to chuckle alluringly. “I assure you it isn’t that baby..~ just let it out I promise it’s—okay..~” he whispered in a free from harshness tone. Lifting you up into his arms holding you up and without a second thought you started bouncing your hips wildly so close you could feel your brain pop.

You rock your hips back and forth pushing his thick cock up against both your g-spot and Cervix shuttering as Geto slid his hands and gripped eagerly at the fat on your hips, “fuck..~” he whispers, watching you ride his Cock without any worry at all, made him feel as if he were in a dream, watching your sexy body roll back and forth as your hand gripped on the couch to keep yourself stable although he knew, he had you steady as ever.

You look down at him take one of your nipples in his mouth feeling sweat drip down the side of your temple. You were hot, and so eager to push both you and his cum out; you feel tears dampen your reddened cheeks “keep going baby~ you’re doing so good haah~— so good for me~ move your hips just like that..~” he groans out, in a encouraging tone.

“I can’t keep—it’s!” You feel your stomach turn with anticipation to cum all over him like he’s encouraging you to do. Looking down at his jet black hair being plastered to his forehead in sweat as his hips bucked a bit after staying still telling you, he was ready to cum too. “Cmon my mama, let it out for me, show me how good my cock made you feel..~” he whispered in your ear.

Yet once he was really ready he gripped your hips tightly pounding up into you causing you to scream loudly, “Yes! Yeah! Mmph!~” you cry out laying your head on his looking down to watch exactly what he was doing before your head fell to his shoulder from the harshness of his thrust. He holds you close, which pushes you on the edge and finally.

You tense up finally squirting and he feels this before whispering; “there you go..~” cumming all inside of you panting as he laid his head against your neck.

You held him so tightly as you worked your way through your orgasm, and he did nothing but return the favor. “Good job baby..~ you did so good..” he whispers soothingly planting soft kisses on my temple. “Cmon baby let’s go one more time, I know you can do it..~” he whispered lifting my hips for me.

You two weren’t going to be finished anytime soon

You use the towel that was given to you to dry your hair walking from the bathroom into Suguru’s room with a sigh, you were tired, the strain on your body made you feel so droopy.

Plopping down on Suguru’s memory foam mattress that completely sunk you in when you laid down; you had the bed all to yourself Suguru out at the pharmacy retrieving your Plan B pill.

You sigh in comfort closing your eyes, you promised yourself to just take a little nap until he gets back, what could it hurt?

After a while you open your eyes Hazily to the sound of a phone going off uncontrollably. “Alright Shoko..” you say reaching for your phone just to look and notice. That you don’t have a single text.

You turn your gaze over to Geto’s nightstand where his second phone rested, lighting up and vibrating each time a text came through.

*ding*

*Ding.*

The sound echoed throughout the room, who the hell is texting him like that? “Don’t overdo it.” You told yourself, Geto is a busy man, all of that could be buissness related; but what if it’s not.

That didn’t help, your mind wouldn’t allow you to believe that the person texting him like this; had anything to do with signing a deal. Fuck it, you lean over grabbing the phone hoping to God that, you were wrong.

You click on the message just to feel your stomach drop,the man you love has the nerve to not have a lock on his phone.

Rose

I need to see you again, yesterday wasn’t enough for me.

Suguru

I know, you will.

This is messages between a girl and Geto, and he’s responding with his other phone, the idiot doesn’t even know his phone is right here with you.

Rose

Where are you now? Can I see you now?”

Suguru

No, I’m busy at work, but tomorrow I’ll make time for you Kay’?

Rose

I want you now :(

Suguru

Patience, I promise I’ll see you tomorrow.

You wanted to puke, you felt like you might actually do so, these were fresh messages they just happened. You hum clicking your nails against the screen, no way were you gonna stand by and let this shit happen again.

In all honesty, you can have him, today and tomorrow.

You send in the message just for the line to get dead silent; you throw the phone screaming “FUCK!” In nothing but pain and betrayal; you actually trusted him, you wished that you could just hide away in embarrassment.

You quickly wipe away your tears rushing from the room to grab your bag as you frantically call your bestfriend, “I’m such a fucking idiot..” you sob out, “where is he? Fuck it I’m on my way!” Shoko says snatching her Keys from her table side.

Meanwhile you sat on the couch trying your hardest to calm down and then He walked in, “Y/n..where are you going?” He ask closing the door behind him, you of course ignore him, but just hearing his voice made you want to answer.

He sets the bag on the table, “can we talk?” “There’s nothing to talk about, I can’t believe I fucking trusted you.” You say aggressively wiping your tears.

It broke him to see you crying like this, all because of stupid him; Geto in the end just couldn’t help himself, and he couldn’t explain to you that despite his actions, he only wanted you.

Suguru stays quiet hands in his pockets as he contemplates what to say next. You stand going to wait outside but he moves in front of you, “move.” You say threatening to hit him with your bag by lifting it, “will that make you feel better..?” He said looking down at you with calm but panicking eyes. He just couldn’t lose you again.

“Get out of my way Geto.” You say again in a warning tone now as you mush him out your way but he grabs your wrist, “don’t leave like this, at least wait it out tonight, or..let me take you home? It’s late you can’t go out like this.” He says trying to calm you but instead you hit him in his chest over and over. “I hate you so fucking much! I hate you!” You cry out feeling as if you were going to puke.

Geto looked down at you with a pained look “don’t say that y/n..” he says trying to hold you close but you throw your phone at him hitting him in his eye, and you couldn’t care less. “Shit!” He hissed holding his eye as you walk out of the house sobbing feeling your world crash down on you.

You didn’t even feel this hurt when you caught him, but this time, he promised you. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you again, and here he is; hurting you like his word meant nothing.

Stumbling down the street trying to quiet your sobs you hear a car ride down next to you, so you turn your head just to see Geto roll down the window, “get in..” he says, thankfully his eye wasn’t bruised just scraped up. “You can’t walk around bare foot like this..” “you didn’t even apologize..” you say in a daze looking over at the man you still love.

He sighs leaning his head back “I wish I had all the answers to heal your heart right now..but I can’t..—“ he stopped unlocking the door, “please, just get in and we can talk.” You think for a few, before remembering the promise you made to yourself, and you weren’t the kind of person to break a promise.

“Just go home you have someone that you can fuck, that’s all you care about right?! That’s all I am to you! some pussy!” You yell to which Geto shushes you holding his hand up, “listen to me, that isn’t how I feel about you at all, you know that right?” You scoff at him and he slams his hand on the arm rest, “Y/N! You know that right?!” But he couldn’t have felt something other than Lust for you, That’s how you felt. That’s what you knew.

You swat your hand wiping your falling tears continuing to walk down the road, just for Shoko to swerve in front of him almost causing an accident. She leans over opening the car door, which you hop in almost wanting to jump in her arms, you felt like the worlds biggest idiot.

She glares at Geto through her review mirror before swerving off into the night making her way back to the house.

Geto sighed at the encounter, he felt his heart began to beat out of his chest as he put the car in reverse, he couldn’t think straight as the women he hurt so much drove in the car with her friend down the road.

Not to mention his eye, was fucking throbbing. As he makes his way back home, he dials Satoru’s number in a panic getting himself in the house dropping the keys on the floor.

He taps the back of the phone waiting frantically for his bestfriend to answer, sure he wasn’t the best person to call in situations like this, but he was his best friend nonetheless. Finally Satoru picked up the phone “Yo.” He says in a deadpan tone.

“I fucked up..” Geto said flopping back on the couch, “oooo Suguru Geto, fucking up? This should be nice~” his bestfriend says sitting up in his bed, “be serious right now idiot, it’s about y/n..” Satoru cocks his head on the phone, “Shoko’s friend with the fat ass?” He ask jokingly making Suguru’s eyebrow twitch.

“Shut up. Anyways she went through my phone,” Satoru looked at his best friend with a puzzled look on his face, “how the hell did she do that—you gave her the code?!” Suguru sighed shaking his head, “it was my work phone I don’t have a co-“ “dumbass, you know what, I dunno why you called me, you did that to yourself.” Suguru slammed his hand on the couch, “will you just listen!” He screamed receiving a childish giggle from Satoru.

“And now she’s back at home, ha..she said she hates me..Satoru..” he said and for some odd reason tears started to prickle the corners of his eyes.

Don’t get him wrong; Geto knew why you said that, he wasn’t that stupid. The thing that hurt him the most was that at the moment though, he truly felt that you did, but he felt like you had a right to which, you did.

“Suguru, can you really blame her..” the man on the other line said completely serious right now, not that he wasn’t before; but after hearing the whole story he couldn’t help but feel utterly sorry for you. Suguru sighed again shaking his head, “no..but—that’s why I need you.” He said turning his attention back to the phone.

Just to see Satoru pointing his index finger towards himself, “me?” He said with a now interested grin; “yes, see we met y/n through Shoko, and she’s not talking to me, I need you to text her and tell her when I come to the house to give Y/n back her phone and Hopefully talk to her, to just relax and let me talk to y/n” He said looking at the wall as his plan began to form in his head.

Satoru chuckled, “that’s the dumbest shit I have EVER heard, she doesn’t like me either, and to be honest if she’s mad at You she’s mad at me too.” He said laying back in his bed, “so swoon your way in.” Geto said demandingly.

Satoru cackled “I would never fuck Shoko,” “I’m not asking you to-haaa..just fuckin forget it,” Suguru said with an exhausted sigh, today has been a day.

Satoru thought for a few before saying “alright, I got you I’ll talk to her, now go put some ice on that eye pfft she fucked you up!” He said before bursting into full laughter which made Geto hang up quickly.

Suguru pushed his hand over his eyes to block out the light, He felt like such a fucking idiot.

You walk into the house hugging yourself Shoko close behind, a supporting hand on your back, “don’t beat yourself up about this Y/n,” you walk over to the couch sitting down pulling the strings on your hoodie to hide your face.

Shoko sighs, she’s known Suguru and Satoru for years, but once you became her roommate you asked her to introduce you to Geto so she did, with a warning label of course. That doesn’t help the crushing pain you feel each time he’s done this to you, and you’ve then known all four of them for two years.

Can you honestly still hate him? After everything Geto was the only man you really wanted. You love him so much, and that made you want to hate him so bad.

“It’s just so stupid..I mean he takes me out and takes me home..and fucks me so fucking good after making all these promises not to hurt me anymore! And I mean Shoko he fucked me so good I almost forgot who I was..” and that alone made Shoko cringe, “yeah but that’s all he’s good for: a good fuck and a empty promise..” “but that’s not true..” you state putting your cold hands under your leg.

“He makes everything feel so right, stepping back into his house and just being up underneath him made me feel at home..” shoko sat next to you, pointing towards the floor, “this is your home, you’ve fallen too deep into this man’s arms.”

Shoko says after standing grabbing a blanket, “I say you fuck Satoru.” Shoko says handing you a shot glass after pouring you a shot; you down it without second thought, “you really think I should?” You ask the most innocent look on your face when you do so.

Shoko shrugs clicking her glass with yours, “hurt him like he hurt you, of course he never has to know..” she said with an evil grin. You shake your head shaking the thought out of it. You could never fuck Satoru Gojo, that was the most absurd idea to ever pop up in your head.

Right?

“I’m going to bed..” you tiredly say standing having Shoko salute to you as you make your way to the room getting ready for bed.

Shoko watches waiting for the door to finally close before she pulled out her phone texting Satoru.

Satoru snuggled up in bed, through the situation with his bestfriend and work, he was exhausted to say the least, he scrolls on his phone scrolling through pictures on your instagram page, “he’s such an idiot,” he says to himself, Satoru couldn’t deny that the minute he saw you that day on campus that he lusted for you right there.

But Geto got to you first, and he knew better than to break bro code over a girl, but he instantly locked his attention to the message that made his eyes widen, it was Shoko and it said.

𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓴𝓸𝓼𝓪_𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓴

I need you to distract y/n, I don’t care when but your friend is a dickhead; do ur Gojo thing—distract her for a day to get her mind off of it.

Satoru couldn’t believe his eyes, he sat up a bit on his elbows typing back.

𝕲𝖔𝖏𝖔𝖚._.𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚

How the hell do you expect me to do that? 🤔

He replies waiting eagerly, he felt like a teenager again, plus what the hell did she mean by “Distract her”?

𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓴𝓸𝓼𝓪_𝓢𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓴

Satoru you know what I mean. 🤷🏻‍♀️

He gasps at the message, really? She wanted him to do what he does to other girls, to you? He was no better that Suguru. He laid back staring off into his ceiling just thinking; he couldn’t possibly fuck you.

Right?

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The following is a collab between myself and the amazing @blissful23 !

Ding-Dong

The doorbell sounded and Suzie looked up from styling her long, blonde hair in the mirror. This always happens when she’s just getting ready to go out! She had readjusted the shirt she had “borrowed” from her roommate, as it was slightly too tight, checked her eyeliner was even for the 50th time, and was just finishing her lipstick with a satisfied pop.

She sighed frustratedly, stood up, and made her way to the source of the offending sound. Opening the front door, she was greeted by a man she’d never seen before. Dark hair and - oh God - a curled moustache framed a sharp featured face, adorned with a rather ostentatious top hat. Finely attired in a black suit, jacket resplendent with coattails, he gave a slight bow in greeting. It took all her willpower not to outright laugh in the face of this antiquity standing before her.

“Good day ma’am, it’s a fine afternoon, is it not?”

She stood, arms crossed in exaggerated frustration, staring back at him.

“How can I help you… Sir?”

She put the extra emphasis on that last word, wishing him to know quite pointedly that she was being interrupted. He smiled in return - whether it was sincere or strained in response to her standoffishness, she couldn’t tell.

“Well, you see my dear, I’m selling these very fine pocketwatches.”

With exaggerated flourish, he swept his coat open, revealing a dazzling array of pocketwatches hanging on the inside of it. He held it in place, and as if by magic - more likely the momentum of him opening his coat, she thought to herself - each of the pocketwatches begun swinging in unison. Probably a bit of showmanship designed to wow a potential customer, but still, it was fascinating to watch as they swung back and forth, back… and forth… back…

Suzie shook her head, dispelling a sudden onset of light-headedness, and redressed her gaze to The Salesman. He pulled his coat closed and smiled once more. A little less sure of her cold reception to him initially, she spoke again.

“Those are very lovely, but… I have no real need of a pocketwatch.” She said, gesturing to her phone.

“Ah, but my dear, you didn’t even take notice of our finest model!”

She bristled inwardly at being addressed as “my dear” again, and fixed her gaze to the pocketwatch he was now dangling in front of her face. It was silver, hooked by a long thin strap. The outer shell had some sort of pattern cut out of it to reveal the clock face behind, but with the shell popped open she couldn’t quite tell what was meant to be on the front. The spindling hands on the clock ticked away excitedly.

“Look at this gorgeous embedded crystal, and how it changes in the light! Let me swing it so you can see how it changes colour in the light…”

As he began swinging it from side to side, her jaw almost instantly fell agape at the sight of it, finding herself unable to draw her soft, blue eyes away from it.

"So many colours! Which colour do you prefer?"

It was so hard to decide. So many splendid, beautiful colours to pick from. She tried to follow them as they shifted moment to moment. It was hard to think of a favourite. So hard to think… was all Suzie’s mind could muster for the moment, her thoughts, plans for the day, all of them fading away, replaced by her fascination with the tantalising kaleidoscope dancing before her eyes.

"I, uhh.... c-colours..."

The Salesman smiled wide. It wasn’t always this easy, but they all ended up this way eventually.

"Yes, pretty colours... and as each one shines, your worries and cares fade just that little bit more..."

Not having to think and just being able to enjoy the colours did sound nice to Suzie. Joyous, even; and she allowed herself a little giggle at the suggestion. She tried to help him how wonderful that sounded, but her mind was already so devoid of thought, all she could utter was:

"Hee-hee… colours...!"

Knowing he had her right where he wanted her, The Salesman followed on with his scheme.

“Can you hear the ticking? No? Maybe you should invite me inside where it’s quieter so you can really focus in on the sound…”

Had she heard the ticking? She wasn’t sure. Probably best to listen to him. A dull, errant thought in the back of Suzie’s near-blank mind warned that this was a bad idea, but was immediately overruled by the obedient thrall she found herself in.

"Uhhh… Won't you... nghh... won't you... please come in..."

“My dear, I thought you’d never ask…”

—

As he stepped through the doorway, another voice could be heard deeper inside.

“Suzie? You haven’t seen my top, have you? The low-cut one with the ruffles - oh.”

Suzie’s roommate Miranda - a stunning redhead - entered the room. Always a favourite, those, The Salesman thought to himself. She stopped upon seeing him eyeing her.

“Uh… hello. And you are?” Miranda asked, curiously, confused at the way Suzie stood there smiling blankly at her.

“He’s… He sells… pocketwatches…” Suzie answered for the strange man.

“Yes, and I’m so pleased to make your acquaintance. Would you like to take a look, my dear?”

“No, thank you. We,” Miranda looked sternly at Suzie, “are actually running late. So if you’ll excuse us…”

Suzie didn’t move, however. As Miranda went to grab her arm she simply smiled up at her.

“But… They’re so pretty…” She said, as if she struggled with every word.

The Salesman pulled out the watch. “See for yourself.”

Miranda looked at him, exacerbated, before huffing, turning back to Suzie in confusion.

“Come on. We’re leaving.”

"But they’re so pretty..." Suzie whined. “Just take a closer look. You know you want to…”

Miranda looked. She couldn’t see anything special about this pocketwatch. Though, truth be told, she was struggling to take in any of the details as she tried to follow it with her hazel eyes. If only this guy would stop swinging it in front of her… back… and forth… and…

“What, are you trying to hypnotise me into buying one or something?” She laughed. But, then, she thought…

Looking at her usually headstrong friend standing quietly with her eyes tracking the watch’s every movement, everything seemed to click into place.

“Aha… w-wait. You’re not… You’re not actually trying to… right…?”

Miranda was getting nervous, hiding it behind laughter. No. Of course he wasn’t. Hypnosis wasn’t real.

“My God, you are trying to hypnotise… me, aren’t you? And what have you done to Suzie? I’ve had enough of this, please leave.”

The Salesman frowned at this, placing his watch back inside of his jacket. She was going to be tougher. Luckily, he liked a challenge. Reaching into his jacket once more, his fingers brushed along the watches until he found… yes. Perfect.

“But my dear, you haven’t seen our Timepiece de Resistance…” He pulled out a small golden watch. Its chain was more detailed than the other, with a texture almost like woven vines. The numbers were roman numerals. Or were they? Miranda couldn’t tell.

Shit. She’d been staring at it, hadn’t she?

Miranda covered her eyes and turned away,

“We call it that because it’s the Timepiece that causes all your resistance to melt away…”

His voice was deep in her brain now. It was so… so tempting to look back at him. And Suzie’s pleasant hums of approval weren’t helping.

“No, I won’t… you’re not going to… hypno… hypnotise… me…” Miranda managed, looking up to see Suzie had walked over to her.

“Go on… just a little look… it would feel so good, Miranda…” Suzie spoke softly, almost dreamlike.

Then another thought hit her. If Suzie could sneak up on her, this guy could be anywhere! She had to check for certain if he was still between them and the door.

She looked up at him and her attention was captured by the watch once more.

“Get… get out…” Miranda said as firmly as she could manage.

“Please calm down… You don’t need to be so on edge, so angry… Maybe you didn’t get enough sleep last night…”

Her eyes started to droop. All this fighting was exhausting. The only easy thing right now was keeping her eyes on that watch.

“No, I… I don’t need to… sleep… I’m completely…” She tried to stifle a yawn “… Awake…”

“We both know that’s not true, my dear… Look at you. You’re struggling to stay awake. You can barely keep your eyes open…”

Her hands, once balled into fists, were now relaxed and hung limply by her side. Miranda found herself struggling to keep her eyes open.

“No… I’m not - yawn - sleepy…”

The man approached her, guiding her over to the couch, where Suzie had, at some point, also had found herself.

“There’s no need to fight it anymore… You want to give in to it… You want to surrender to slumber…”

“Surrender… to slumber…” Miranda felt a smile grow on her own face as she repeated after him, her weary eyelids now stuck at half-mast.

“That’s it…” He looked at his pocket watch. Another job well done.

“Well, ladies, it appears I may have lost track of time.” He chuckled, leading the girls to giggle mindlessly… although, they weren’t quite sure why they were laughing. But Master was so funny, wasn’t he?

“I’ll just leave this here.” The Salesman said as he placed a business card on the coffee table in front of them. “In case you know anyone else who might appreciate my services, hm?”

He watched as Suzies head slowly slumped onto Miranda’s shoulders, both girls blissfully asleep. He straightened his hat, closed the door behind him, and moved onto the next house.

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