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lulumilkshake · 9 months

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is drunk gojo the best gojo?

pairings: g. satoru x reader

a/n: ugh im finally writing again lol

warnings: suggestive, mentions of alcohol obviously, references of my previous writing that you can read here before hand if you like, also this is lowk not proofread lmaoo

gojo satoru who comes home at 2 am after an event at jujutsu high, drunk out of his mind. he was sooo bored since you didn’t go with him that he even decided to get drunk with nanami and shoko (gojo being the only drunk one in that situation).

getting drunk was better then entertaining elders, right? not for you!

“b-baby..!” you hear him slur out, causing you to shut off the tv and rush into the kitchen from the living room.

you let out a soft sigh, eye twitching slightly as you look at the ridiculously attractive man in front of you: who was now undressing.

“aaahhh there’s my..” he pauses for a second, cheeks slightly puffed out as he struggles with the button of his blue shirt.

“there’s my beautiful wife… c’mon let’s cuddle n.. fuck..” he says with a slight giggle at the end as he walks over to you, leaning in for a kiss and hug but stumbling on top of you in the process.

with gojo attached to your side, you walk over to the fridge, struggling with every step as you grab a bottle of water for him to drink.

“now whose idea was it to have you drink..?” you mumble to yourself when you catch his 6’3 figure as he trips, slightly struggling to hold him up while he makes kissy lips towards you, water spilling on you during the process.

gojo was a horrible drunk. he had no tolerance for alcohol, period. and if he did drink, one glass was enough to get him drunk.

for the most part, he would choose not to drink at all; hating the bitter taste, so you’re a bit surprised when he came home tonight: extremely intoxicated.

“it was sooo boring without you sugar.. i had nothing better to do! please don’t be mad at me..” you feel him slightly sniffle into your nape. if you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he was actually crying, but you’ve been through this with him before. he was also a very overdramatic drunk..

“okay you big baby.. let’s get you dressed and we can cuddle in bed, okay?” you reply with a soft tone of voice, giving into his antics and reassuring him sweetly.

“and fuck?” he asks with blue glossy puppy dog eyes, trying to seduce you as best as he could. he knew you were almost immune to them at this point though.

you roll your eyes slightly as you avert your gaze from him, feeling your face slightly get hot but not wanting to give in to his drunk self. “tomorrow.”

(the last time you had sex with him drunk he just dry humped you thinking he was inside of you.)

he sighs dramatically, lifting his head up from your neck as he fully pulls off his black sunglasses before putting on a large smile on his face, “i’ll take it!”

he chuckles like a loud hyena as he drunk-walks with you, slightly poking your cheek at every step you take. if it was possible for him to get any more obnoxious, it would be right now.

“you know just because i’m..” you groan out annoyed, holding most of his body weight on your shoulder as you try to propel him up the stairs, but he was too focused on poking and squeezing you. “..helping you up the stairs doesn’t mean your legs are paralyzed.”

he lets out another obnoxious laugh making you glare at him, as if you were waiting for a dumbass response.“you’re so sexy when you struggle thou-“

he’s cut off suddenly when you drop him on the stairs, making him cry out theatrically. you let out a little “oops!” in response causing him to wail in “pain”.

“it was a compliment! i could’ve died from that you know!” he whines out exaggerating his movements as he grabs at your ankles, squeezing them like he was begging for you to help him up.

“awh.. but you look so sexy when you struggle though!” you respond teasingly with a cute pout as you chuckle at his reaction, patting his head and cooing at him, his brows furrowing while he stares up at you. you get your little laugh in then slightly bend down to help pick him up from his spot on the stairs.

“yeah, i know.” he grumbles out with a sour tone of voice, as if he was testing the waters. you lightly loosen your grip on him causing him to have ptsd for a quick second, making him whine “no please” and “i’m sorry baby”.

at last, you finally manage to bring him up the stairs of your shared penthouse, releasing your grip on his shoulder and bicep, and letting out a soft sigh.

“and you’re lucky you’re hot..” he whispered silently, thinking only he could hear himself, but thanks to the alcohol senses are all erratic.

“what was that, hm? don’t forget you’re still in front of the staircase.” you spoke with a wicked tone of voice, making the strongest feel the weakest under your intense motherly stare.

“y-yes ma’am.. sorry..” he stares down at the floor ashamed, as he reluctantly avoids your gaze. you were doing your best to take care of him and maybe he was taking advantage of the situation.

you let out another exhausted sigh, pressing your chest against his bicep, and pulling him to the bedroom. laying back on the bed, you emit a soft moan; feeling the soft warmth of the white comforter on your skin. (gojo wants this to be a porno scene so bad btw)

“you temptin’ me?” he questions with a slight drunk cocky smirk, leaning over to whisper in your ear. he slightly unbuckles his belt on his black slacks with one hand, staring down at you with hungry eyes as the other hand goes to cup your cheek. you were surprised he actually managed to get his pants off this time!

“s-satoru.. it’s too late baby..” you mumble out, your words coming out more as a moan since you find yourself melting into his touch. he lightly kisses at your neck, making you whine at every touch of your body he makes.

while kissing him back passionately, you taste a mixture of alcohol and sugar on his tongue. every slight pant of his name just urged him to continue even more. he slid his hands through your shirt; cupping your breasts with his warm hands causing you to moan softly.

he lifts up your shirt fully and latches the bud of your nipple into his mouth as he cups your cunt through your shorts. you were gripping at his snow-white hair, pleasure filling your veins, before you hear soft snores fill your ears.

wait.

“oh my god.” you gasp under your breath at the sight, snorting loudly as you look at him fully passed out on your chest. he still had your nipple latched in his mouth, hand still cupped on your shorts as he’s fully fast asleep. the view itself.. was honestly better then sex..

seeing this sight.. no, being able to make fun of him with this sight, is the best thing you could ever ask for.

you smile devilishly as you grab your phone through your pocket, opening your camera. you snapped the photo of the blessed sight, thinking of ways you were gonna make fun of him for it in the morning..

“oh you’re in for a long ride tomorrow pretty boy.. the hangover isn’t gonna be the only thing hurtin..”

bonus! (references of my last writing read here if you don’t understand!)

“ughh baby… my hangover is killing me here!” your overly dramatic husband groans out as he hugs against your body, rubbing his head against your plush chest as a stress reliever.

“mm.. it’s what you get for trying to have a “drinking challenge” with shoko and nanami of all people.” you hum slightly as you play with his hair, scratching his undercut just how he likes it.

gojo nods contently in response before looking back at you with a slight confused expression, “how’d you find out? shoko told you? snitch.. she always tries to make me look so uncool..”

your lips curve into a slight smile as you giggle sweetly at the slight slur of shoko’s name. “oh honey.. i already saw the most uncool side of you last night anyways.”

“eh?” he tilts his head with a dumbfound expression as he watches you shut off your phone, staring up to realize you have an extremely evil smile on your face, one that makes him tremble in fear.

as the click of you opening your phone catches his attention, he gapes at the sight of your wallpaper. the photo you took of him last night.. with your nip-

“what the fuck is that?” his eyes widen as his tone is stern while he stares at the wallpaper dumbfounded, then back at you. he tries to grab the phone from your grasp friskily, his ego crushing more and more at every movement. “delete that right now.”

you let out a loud snicker as you move the phone around his hands so he can’t grasp it easily. before you could speak again he pins you against the bed, your hands above your head.

“i’m not deleting it unless you delete that whipped cream photo. that was payback, pervert.” you stick your tongue out at him while you stare at his playful annoyed facial expression.

“no way! that whipped cream photo was a rare gem. besides, it’s my number one go-to photo when i jerk off during overseas miss-“ he’s cut off once more, letting you flip him over so your now on top of him as you cover his mouth with your palm.

“that’s why I’m not deleting my rare gem either! how often is the strongest sooo vulnerable towards me that he’d pass out on top of me with my nipple in his-“

“don’t you dare finish that sentence.” he cuts you off as his brows furrow deeper, making you cackle in his palm.

“i could sue you for taking a photo of me unconsensually by the way!” oh he was a big fat hypocrite.

“..so could i, satoru..” you mutter out slightly tilting your head at his stupidly cute words.

“oh. yeah.”

he puts a hand on his chin stroking it for a long second as you get off of on top of him and plop down next to him, staring at him lovingly as you both start laughing with each other. it was dumb moments like this that really made you realize that you both loved each other so much, and would do anything for each other. you both were just two idiots in love.

…

“i’m still not deleting the whipped cream photo.”

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“and i’m still not deleting my submissive drunk satoru photo.”

gojo groans out as he pulls you on top of him again, the sexual tension that has been filling the room from the start finally breaking.

“we should end arguments fucking more often.. y’know?” he pants out as he breaks the kiss with another stupid comment causing you to kiss him back for more, eagerly.

“don’t ruin the moment, again.”

a/n: sorry ive literally been sooo lazy to write but season 2 got me a lil bit more excited lol! hope u enjoyed this 💕💕

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whorbidmore · 21 days

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okay, so, I've fallen victim to the leon kennedy brainrot steadily overtaking me, following me from Tumblr to Pinterest, to Instagram and even the absolutely fucking dreaded application of TikTok. I don't even use it that often??? and the algorithm is just like 'wow, yeah, this little fuckers gay as hell send in the 40 year old meow meow!!' and having watched Death Island fairly recently, I'm gonna have my opinions on what this dude would be like. Cus my brain loves to rationalize shit and think ab 'what if this mf was someone real?' so... fuck it.

Leon Soft Kennedy Headcanons

SFW

accidentally bigoted. - im sorry but let's be so fucking real here. he's a 40 something year old man who spent the majority of his life in either the military, a police training academy in the 90's, or otherwise working under the U.S Federal System with minimal/no time between missions to unpack absolutely everything he's got going on... the guys gonna have some problematic tendencies. Obviously that doesn't mean he means any of that or is incapable of change, etc. etc., but I know for damn certain this dude would laugh a little at Bill Burr's borderline to blatantly misogynistic material and has probably chuckled unironically at the attack helicopter jokes. But, he's not a complete dick, and would definitely become more critical of those kinds of jokes if it's pointed out to him.

honest to God, Dad Without Kids™ - it's not simply enough for me to leave it at 'but it's the vibes!!' so, I'm gonna break this shit down. Leon is absolutely Gen X incarnate. I can fucking guarantee you that on his off days he accidentally ends up dressing as an undercover cop; I'm talking cargo shorts, light blue button up, those fucking standard issue boots cus "they're perfectly good shoes" and those stupid ass sunglasses... you know the ones I'm talking about. Let's say you're living with him, right? And you're... you, and you wanna watch something on TV. This dude would strain himself getting up like a turtle fallen backwards on its shell, stand up, walk right in front of the TV screen and stand there with his hands on his hips. It doesn't matter that he had to piss, he needs to get a better look of what's happening! Does those really loud, obnoxious coughs and sneezes, absolutely blows his back out doing one at least five times a year.

Only watches British Reality TV - Considering he's canonically a film buff, I'll say that this is purely for whatever he gravitates towards on general streaming services. I honestly don't see him being the type to regularly tune in to standard American cable TV, or only does so under specific circumstances like American Ninja Warrior or maybe Forged in Fire if there's absolutely nothing else. It's not something that's exclusive to Americans, — I'm from New Zealand and I do this too, — but Leon absolutely falls into the category of watching British Reality and Game shows purely because of the accents. I'm talking Jeremy Kyle, The Big Fat Quiz of Everything, Taskmaster, The Great British Bake Off and so on and so forth. It doesn't matter that baking isn't his forté or a passion of his, if Josephine curdles her buttercream by over mixing, his hands are in his hair in utter disappointment. 100% tries to mimic their accents too. We all do it, don't lie.

Has... very dated music tastes - I don't know if you could guess, but the last paragraph included me calling myself out and name dropping some shows I watch anyway or grew up watching, and I'm just saying that this is gonna be no different. If anything? This'll be worse! Since I'm very passionate about the music I listen to and have the inability to keep my interests separated from the other, of course my love of particular bands will bleed over into my interpretation of Leon's character! Anyway, all that for me to say that Leon fucking LOVES 90's grunge musicians, specifically Pearl Jam and Soundgarden, as well as early nu metal bands like Korn (their dubstep phase did not happen.), TOOL, and Rage Against the Machine — and no, he unfortunately doesn't see the irony of him being a fed and listening to Rage, — but would also have a soft spot for psych rock, post-punk and shoegaze. My man's definitely laid awake at night, sobbing without expression as he struggles to accept that Ada never really wanted him like he wanted her while listening to fucking Slowdive. My hottest take here is that he doesn't really listen to Deftones. Like he'll occasionally blast My Own Summer, Change, Bored or Rosemary, but anything outside of those? He just didn't listen to 'em. My second hottest take is that he does NOT like Slipknot, which kind of pains me 'cus I do, but I fucking bet you this dude would actually adopt one piece of "Gen Z lingo" or whatever just call them cringe. Though admittedly he would've been jamming the fuck out to Psychosocial and The Devil in I when they came out. Went off the deep end in Vendetta, obviously, and drunk-cried himself to sleep on the couch listening to Linkin Park.

Very confusing spending habits - On one hand, we all understand that Leon came from money, — he was implied to have been born into a mob family from my understanding? And I doubt he'd ever really had to worry about being fully, irrevocably broke, — but I'm sure that growing up in the U.S Foster Care System made him at least a little more cautious of where his money comes from, where it's going, what he's spending it on, etc. So, on the one hand, he's apprehensive to spend recklessly, particularly on perishables. But also, if he can drop over $100,000USD on a motorcycle that got absolutely fucking cheese grated into the road, and spend a perceived, metric fuck ton of money on designer leather jackets and massive watches, it's gonna be hard for me to call him 'financially conscious'. On one hand, he gets apprehensive on spending more money than he needs to on food since he's "just gonna shit it out later", but if he sees a cool watch or a nice suit in a shop window? Money's suddenly not an issue! Not because he's materialistic, but because the one thing he really maintains a sense of control over in his life are his possessions and the way he dresses. The D.S.O can call him in for another months long mission whenever they please, and all he can realistically do is allow the government to tug on his leash and put him where he's needed. He may as well spend their money on things he wants!

Gets out... enough? But also, not really? - So, personally I've pegged Leon as more of an introverted person, — amateurly typed his MBTI as possibly ISFJ? — so he doesn't really feel the need to go out and meet new people or really hang out with anyone. If somebody invites him out? Sure, he'll go. Otherwise, it rarely occurs to him to meet up with friends or colleagues at a cafe or anywhere. I think he'd prefer to just go there alone, mostly for the sake of having somebody else cook for him as opposed to actively seeking out the atmosphere. It's pure convience in his mind. And remember when I said in the beginning about him accidentally being at least a little misogynistic? Yeah, that was me trying to say that he regularly tries to hit on younger waitresses. Not because he actually wants anything to do with them, but simply because it's an ego boost. He likes that he can make girls half his age blush or offer him their numbers, because it tells him that he's still desirable, and ultimately, that gives him the power to reject them politely and go about the rest of his day. If they don't reject him first, of course. Admittedly, Leon's audacity towards women peaked during Infinite Darkness.

Since I'm planning on posting more NSFW headcanons for this guy, — and more NSFW kinds of posts, — here is the obligatory Minors DNI attachment. For your own safety, I don't care if what I have to say is tame so far, you can hold it off I promise.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #resident evil #resident evil leon #leon kennedy headcanons #babyfangs.txt #fangsfic #idk man im literally talking out my ass on all this 💀

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cal-flakes · 10 months

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╰┈➤ getting high with dealer!rafe

warnings: drug use, swearing, a tad nsfw. (possible confusion over drug terminology, for example; ‘backdrop’ is the build up you get in the back of your throat after sniffing cocaine)

summary: y/n gets high with dealer!rafe at a party.

perspiration apparent on his forehead as the room filled with bodies, music booming as the people around him swayed. rafe sat on the couch in the basement of the house, a couple dozen packets of white powder spread across the table in front of him. blocking out obnoxious laughter, he scanned the room, cocaine paranoia kicking in a bit. the ceiling above him creaked here and there, the vast amount of people upstairs threatened to break the floorboards.

unbeknownst to him, sarah had invited a couple of her friends to his party, including y/n. a girl so sweet and kind to the people around her it almost made him sick to his stomach. she was somewhat of a hidden gem in the outerbanks, doing well in school, keeping to her self and so on. y/n was everything rafe cameron wasn’t, yet this intrigued him. the urge to corrupt his sisters friend grew each time she visited the cameron household.

“just stay for a little while y/n, please? for me?” sarah pleaded with her friend, desperate to crack the shell around her. sighing, y/n glanced from the lemonade in her cup to her friend. recognising the look in her eyes, sarah squealed and wrapped her arms around the girl. “thank you! i promise we’ll have fun!”

battling the thoughts in her head, y/n decided against fleeing the scene and returning home to her books, wanting to please her friend.

linking arms, sarah and y/n moved to the makeshift dance floor that the party-goers had created in the living room. giggling to eachother, the girls swayed in sync with the music, swirling around eachother.

“sarah..” y/n feigned a concerned look “no! please don’t leave yet! we just started having fun!” chuckling at this, y/n grabbed the cup from sarah’s hand, stealing a sip.

sarah’s eyes lit up “oh my gosh! do you want your own?” she asked, silently begging her to say yes. y/n nodded, laughing as her friend dragged her through the crowd.

reaching the kitchen island, sarah stared at the copious amounts of alcohol in front of her, trying to work out what y/n would like.

“how about this?” sarah turned, holding out a bottle of vodka for y/n to inspect. her face twisted a bit, unsure until sarah spoke again “I can add in some lemonade, and maybe some juice to mask the taste?” face untwisting, y/n agreed with her, reaching for her new drink.

y/n felt overly daring tonight, something about actually staying at a party for more than thirty minutes made her see what she was missing out on.

three vodkas with juice and lemonade down, she started feeling a little buzzed, and a bit too dizzy to keep up with the whirling bodies around her. “hey sarah? im going to go find somewhere to sit down for a little while” y/n called, taking off once she received a nod.

reaching the upstairs hallway, y/n looked around at the numerous doors, her mind was too fuzzy to make out which room was her friends. taking a chance, she opened the door furthest left and shut it behind her. she made her way to the neatly made bed, perching on the edge as she let herself get lost in thought.

back in the basement, rafe stood up from his spot on the couch, looking over the now empty table. he’d made quite a bit of profit that night, despite having kept some to himself. slipping the wad of cash into his pocket, he pushed through the sweaty bodies, heading for his room.

before heading upstairs, he was stopped by a hand on his arm. “rafe, have you seen y/n?” his brows furrowed as he looked at his sister. “y/n’s here?” sarah huffed at his unhelpful answer. “yes, obviously. she was a bit buzzed and went to sit somewhere, now i can’t find her!” rafe nodded at sarah and let her know he’d keep an eye out.

the stoic look on his face was wiped away when he found y/n sat on the edge of his bed upon entering his room. jumping slightly, her eyes widened at the sight of her friends brother. “oh, is this your room?, im so sorry!” she panicked, having heard things about rafe’s temperament. shaking his head, he moved towards her slowly.

“nah, it’s all good princess, y’alright?” y/n’s face flushed slightly at the nickname, not that she wasn’t used to it, but it always got to her.

rafe’s growing interest in his sisters friend had provoked him to become more flirty whenever she was around. “um, yeah im fine, thank you..” y/n smiled sweetly, unintentionally batting her lashes as she did. smirking, rafe sat down on the opposite side of the bed, resting against the wooden headboard.

“too much to drink huh?” chuckling lowly as she nodded. “well, i’ got something that could help if you want it..” rafe reached into his bedside drawer, stuffing the money from his pocket inside before rummaging around underneath some magazines.

y/n looked on at him curiously, waiting for the miracle to be revealed. pulling his arm back out, her face dropped as he held out a half empty packet in front of her.

“i-is that..” she stuttered, “coke?” rafe sat up, pushing some loose hairs behind her ear. “you don’t gotta do it if you don’t want to, it’ll help though” he stated, carefully opening the small bag and poured some on the top side of his thumb. y/n watched rafe as he lifted his hand, sniffing the small bump up his nostril.

“well princess? what’s it gonna be?” he asked. concentration painted her face as she considered it. “i-uh, if I do, would you promise to never say a word?” she questioned him, worried he’d tell his sister.

sarah often made it her mission to keep rafe away from y/n, knowing him well enough to identify his intentions. y/n knew it wouldn’t go down well if sarah found out she was in rafe’s with him, never mind sniffing cocaine.

“your secrets safe with me baby” shuffling towards her, he tipped out another bump onto his thumb and held out his hand. y/n’s breath quickened as she wrapped a hand around his wrist, keeping it steady.

her mind was racing. what about this? what about that? glancing up at his expectant eyes, she quickly pinched her other nostril closed and went for it.

sniffing up as hard as she could, rafe quickly reached for her. “tip your head back a bit..” holding the back of her neck gently, “and sniff up again” he instructed. y/n rested her head in rafe’s palm, doing as he said.

as she brought her head back, a sound of disgust left her throat as mucus began to build up. “that’s just the backdrop baby, here, i’ll get you a drink”

returning from his ensuite, he handed her a glass of water which she quickly accepted, desperate to get rid of the lingering taste of gasoline in her mouth. “how do you do that? that tastes awful” she frowned, making a mental note to never do that again. “it’s about the feeling princess, you get used to the taste”

checking her phone, a quiet gasp slipped from her lips. it was so late, her parents were probably wondering where she was. “shit rafe, i need to get home” swiftly, y/n jumped from the bed, making her way to the door.

“woah! not so fast y/n, you can’t go home like that” rafe called, stopping her in her tracks. “like what?” he gestured towards the mirror on her left, watching as she stepped in front of it.

“oh my god…” y/n muttered, unsure of who she was looking at as a girl with pupils like saucers stared back at her. “what am i gonna do?” she almost cried, there was no way her parents could see her like this.

“stay the night” rafe said calmly, a little too calm for y/n’s liking. she looked at him like he’d suggested they go to the moon or something. “are you crazy? sarah would kill me!” rafe’s lips turned up into yet another smirk.

“so what?”

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luvrhoons · 11 months

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THE TASTE OF YOU

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GENRE

university au, vampire au, vampire!jake, fem!reader, romance, angst, smut

PAIRING

jake sim x reader

WARNINGS

18+ MDNI, slight blood, oral sex (f recieving), unprotected sex, lmk if i missed anything

WORD COUNT

5.3k

btw this is not proofread so bear with me 😭

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the 7 boys walk in, swaying their shoulders slightly with confidence.

you roll your eyes at them, then find yourself rolling them again when you see your friend gawking at them.

“jesus mae control yourself” you say, shaking your head.

“what!! theyre so fine y/n.” mae relaxes back in her seat with a slight smile playing on her lips.

your eyes follow the boys as they take their respective seats on the fountain they claimed as theirs in the beginning of the year.

the youngest, niki? you think they called him? kicked a soccer ball back and forth between his feet. the rest of them sat around the fountain, laughing and pushing each other around. you didnt bother to learn their names, theyre just obnoxious boys that everyone else seems to think are hot.

you cant deny their attractiveness, but their looks will never be enough to make you enjoy being in classes with them compared to their annoying personalities.

mae says her goodbyes, she has a date or something. you go back to your book, slipping your headphones over your ears.

you get lost in the story and your music, perfectly silencing out the world around you. you felt at peace, the chilly breeze blowing against your hair as you turn a page.

only for that peace to get broken by none other than one of those painfully obnoxious boys pulling your headphones off your ears and onto his own.

“give those back asshole” you frown at him, patience already thinning.

he smiles at your words, “didnt know such a pretty girl could have such a foul mouth.”

you roll your eyes at the cheesy line then take a second to look at him. you didnt expect an australian accent to come out of his mouth. his fluffy black hair blew back gently in the breeze. your gaze falls to his pink lips before you shake your head and snap out of it.

you reach up to grab your headphones, failing as he holds them above his head, stretching his arm out as long as possible.

he laughs at your failure and gives them to you. as he walks away you hear him call out, “by the way your music sucks!”

you scoff at him, muttering under your breath in annoyance. “my music doesnt suck.”

you look at your phone, seeing it was almost time to go to your new afternoon class. even though youd be early, you decide to go ahead and go. maybe you could talk things over with the teacher and get a head start.

you get to class about ten minutes early, talking to the teacher and taking your seat. as students start filing in, you fail to resist the urge to sigh and roll your eyes at the sight of the boy from earlier and one of his friends.

you recognize the girl sitting next to you, having had classes together before. you make small talk as you see the boy approach you.

“hey i didnt get your name” he rests his forearms on the table in front of you. his necklace dangles in front of your face.

“why should i tell you my name?” you glare at him. “maybe if you gave me a chance youd realize im actually pretty awesome” he leans in closer to your face. the close proximity flusters you, but you dont let it show.

“y/n. my names y/n.” you say, relaxing back in your chair. he smiles at you, his weirdly sharp canines glinting in the light. “im jake, nice to meet you. this should be fun”

his words send goosebumps down your spine, but you choose to blame it on the air conditioning blowing through the room.

Jake and his friend, Heeseung, take the seats behind you.

as class goes on, they act up. you shouldve predicted that would happen, but its just as irritating regardless.

they throw paper airplanes around the room or flick paper footballs at your head. youre about to snap, but your professor does it before you can. they apologize (even though you can tell they didnt mean it) and the rest of the class goes smoothly.

as you leave, you hear jake calling your name. “y/n wait up!” you roll your eyes -you seem to be doing that a lot lately- but turn around towards him.

he catches up with you snaking his arm around your shoulders. you try to shrug it off, but he doesnt budge.

“why dont you come to a party tonight? you look like you need to loosen up”

you look up at him and frown. “i dont need to ‘loosen up’ you and your friends are just impossibly irritating”

he puts his hand on his chest and gasps in faux offense. “i cant believe you would say such a thing!” he laughs then nudges you, “cmon itll be fun” he looks at you with puppy eyes, silently hopeful youll say yes.

maybe hes right, youve been tense lately. one party couldnt hurt. “fine,, but not cause you asked but cause i want to go.”

he beams at you, a smile spreading across his face.

“you can let go of me now” you attempt to shrug his arm off of your shoulders again. “oh yeah, sorry”

you two part ways as you go home to get ready.

you have no idea what to wear, you havent been to a party since your freshman year in college. now youre a junior, and you just feel like a loser.

you decide on a small black dress thats casual enough so youre not fancy but cute and slightly skimpy.

you show up at the house, looking for people you know. you scan the sea of people, and see jake sitting on the couch with his friends. you walk over to him, hes the one who invited you anyways.

“y/n!! you made it!” jake greets you, scanning your figure up and down. he swallows hard before telling you to take a seat.

you look around as there are no seats left and just stare at jake blankly.

“well cmon one of you has to be a gentleman and get up” he nudges the guy next to him with his elbow. “fine fine ill stand”

“thank you sunghoon!” jake says as he pats the newly opened spot next to him.

the more time you spend with them, the more you realize theyre not all that bad. youre actually having fun with them.

you realize they have a very close bond with each other, a special one that makes you wonder what made them so close. they have similar smiles, all pearly white with sharp canines. especially sunghoon, his teeth are almost like a vampires.

by the end of the night, its just you and jake sitting there enjoying one anothers company. he laughs as you finish a story about how you used to kick boys who pissed you off in elementary school. “remind me not to piss you off” he says with a laugh.

“hold on ill be right back” you make your way to the bathroom, having to relieve all that water you drank throughout the day. as you makd your way back to the couch you see a crowd of people and hear jake yell “do you really think you can get away with talking about women like that?”

you push through the chanting bodies and see jake pushing a guy up against the wall with his arm. by the looks of it, jake roughed him up pretty bad already.

“jake what the hells going on??” you ask from a safe distance. “he was saying gross things and i dont tolerate that” he tells you, pushing the guy harder against the wall.

“well obviously hes learned his lesson so just let him

go. its not like you can kill him” you try to push jake off of him and he looks at you, a slight glint of red in his irises.

you step back, thinking you must be hallucinating from the alcohol. jake dropped the guy to the ground and he scrambled on his feet, leaving quickly.

“you cant just fight people, it leads to nowhere,” you shiver in the autumn breeze. you and jake walk home together after his confrontation at the party.

“i just cant stand hearing people say shit like that. i dont understand why people cant just act like decent human beings”

“trust me, jake, i get it. but you have to realize that people arent gonna change just cause you slammed them against a wall”

“i know y/n,,” he mutters, looking at the floor. “its okay just, try to control yourself at least” you rub his back and smile at him warmly, consoling him. he smiles back at you before you two part ways once again.

later in the comfort of your own bed, you think about the events that happened. why was jake even talking to you in the first place? why do you feel immediate comfort in his presence? what did that guy say to have him react so strongly? why were his eyes slightly red?

so many thoughts swirled in your head, but eventually you fell asleep.

the next few days you find yourself looking forward to seeing and talking to jake in class.

when you see him your heart warms and when youre not with him you feel slightly empty, like somethings missing.

hes with his friends a lot, and sometimes they all disappear for a day or two at a time. its weird, but you disregard it. plus, you surprisingly enjoy the company of all seven of them.

jake takes you to his favorite coffee shops, buying you macarons and sharing them while you talk.

you could talk to him for hours, hes so calm especially when its just you and him.

one day, you got to class later than you usually do -which was still early- and saw jake sitting in the seat next to you. you look at him quizzically and he nods back to heeseung and the girl you made small talk with. you smile knowingly and get your notebooks out.

as you write, your hands brush against each other. when of you shifts in your seat, your legs touch ever so quickly. the gentle touches raise blush in your cheeks and little butterflies in your stomach.

“why am i feeling like this?” you think to yourself.

jake gets your attention by tapping his pen on your knuckle. “hey wanna go to dinner later?”

“is jake sim asking me on a date?” you tease, nudging him with your shoulder. “oh cmon ive taken you to lunch and coffee plenty of times. you know this isnt any different”

you ignore the feeling of disappointment in your gut and smile at him. “yeah sure lets go to dinner later.”

you spend all afternoon in frustration over what to wear. you wonder why youre even freaking out this much when its just jake. hes practically your best friend at this point, you two spend all your time together.

you just wear a skirt with a sweater over it, you cant be going anywhere fancy anyways.

jake shows up at your door wearing a black button down shirt and black dress pants. the sight makes your heart beat faster and your hands clammy.

“i didnt know we were going somewhere nice-” you start, “y/n, you look great. just cmon!” he puts his hand on the small of your back, ushering you out the door.

he doesnt remove his hand as he walks you to the car, opening the passenger door for you. “is this a special occasion? youre being such a gentleman” you smile up at him.

he makes his way over to the drivers side and gets in. “just shut up” he sneers at you, attempting and failing to hold back a smile.

you pull up to the restaurant, and its fairly nice. the dinner goes smoothly, just like everything with jake.

“listen y/n, you gotta promise me something,” jake holds out his pinky. “okay..” you hold out your pinky hesitantly. “we’re never not going to be best friends no matter what. even when we live across the world from each other, if we talk we’ll always be as close as we are now.”

you lock your pinky with his.

“of course” you smile big at him.

your pinkies never leave each other throughout the rest of the night. even as you walk to the car, your pinkies are still intertwined.

in the car, his arm rests on the middle console. his hand slowly moves closer to you, and it doesnt go unnoticed. he finally decides to man up and puts his hand on your thigh as he drives. you look over at him, but you dont tell him not to. you dont want him to pull his hand away.

when you arrive at your apartment, you offer for him to come inside. “yeah, sure”

you two sit on the couch as you turn on the tv. “do you care what we watch?” you ask him. “nah i dont care,” he smiles.

you turn on a random horror movie and get comfortable next to him. throughout the movie, the two of you make subtle but not-so-subtle movements to get closer to each other.

your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. you pick lint off of his shirt, “arent you uncomfortable in that outfit?”

“no, im okay. im comfortable here next to you.” as jake realizes what he said, you sit up and look at him, faces mere centimeters away from each other.

“i dont know if youd be okay with what i want to do” your voice has dropped to barely a whisper. “just do it y/n.” his voice had gone quiet too.

you snake your hand up behind his head and before you know it, your lips are on his.

his hands trail to your waist, pulling you closer.

“you dont know how long ive wanted to do that,” he breathes softly into your mouth. you silently tell him you feel the same as you reconnect your lips, moving in a perfect rhythm with one another. he picks you up gently and helps you onto his lap.

he kisses you gently but with so much passion, you never want this to end. your tongue flicks against his bottom lip, and he slides his tongue over yours.

you lean into him closer, if that was even possible. he pulls away slightly and kisses you hungrily, starting at the corner of your mouth and trailing down your jaw to your neck. he sucks on the flesh, sure to leave marks. he flicks his tongue on the marks and kisses them to ease the irritated skin. he leaves light butterfly kisses all over your neck, leading back up to your lips. at this point, his hair is completely messed up from your hands, youre both out of breath, and the blush has creeped all along your neck, face, and ears. you kiss him again, never wanting to stop. he nips at your bottom lip, drawing a little blood as he pulls away. “god, im sorry i didnt mean to-” he breathes out harshly, trying to get away. “jake youre fine why are you freaking out?”

his eyes are wide as you slide off his lap, touching your finger to the blood trickling down your lip.

“i-im sorry i have to go,” he mumbles, quickly getting up and leaving.

you sit there holding back tears, wondering if you did something wrong. you text and call him, only for them to be left unanswered.

every day following that kiss for over a week, jake ignores you. he sits far away from you in class, not talking to you, barely even looking at you.

and every day following that kiss, you cry wondering what you did wrong. wondering why he left. why hes ignoring you. after a few days, you stop calling. you stop texting. you pretend like it doesnt bother you, but it really, really, does.

you miss jake.

you miss talking to him and laughing with him. you miss the coffee breaks and sharing macarons. you miss playing games with him even though you always lost. you miss everything about him.

you cant stand it anymore, you need answers.

when you leave your apartment, dark and pouring rain. you try to start your car, but its out of gas. you lean your head on the steering wheel and start crying out of frustration. its pathetic, really.

you walk to his apartment, its not that far anyways. the mixture of the cold and your feelings and the wind and rain just keeps flowing tears down your cheeks.

you knock on the door furiously, waiting for an answer.

when the door opens, you see jake looking as perfect as ever even in his pajamas.

“why didnt you call?” you choke out.

he stands there staring at you with his mouth slightly open.

“why didnt you call, jake? why didnt you text? why have you ignored me?

did i do something wrong?” you sob, a new wave of tears dripping off of your face.

“why wont you fucking answer me?

you wont even fucking look at me anymore youre staring at your feet. how could you kiss me like that and make me believe you could possibly feel the same way and then just leave?” youre screaming at this point, but you dont care.

“i love you jake, i really do. i love everything about you, even the things you dont. you can ignore me all you want but ive never felt so strong about someone in my life. i tried to ignore my feelings, but i just cant. if you dont feel the same, just tell me now because i cant deal with this bullshit.”

he looks at you with tears glistening his eyes, “y/n, you should go.” those words were muttered ever so quietly, but that didnt make it any less painful. he wasnt going to answer any one of your questions, and he obviously didnt reciprocate your feelings. he saw your heart shatter by the look in your eyes as you whispered “okay then”, turned around, and left.

jake felt terrible. he wished he could tell you he felt the same, but he cant trust himself not to hurt you. hed hurt you more by being with you and losing control then he would by doing this. at least jake thinks so.

days pass.

you feel nothing but hurt snaking around your heart and squeezing it so hard it feels as though the pain will never stop.

you get sick from how much it hurts, and how much you miss him.

you hate that you miss him so much. he tore your heart into a million pieces, not even giving you closure. you realized over time how hard you had fallen in love with him, and he rejected you after kissing you so intensely.

when you see him in class, you feel the tears falling down your cheeks before you could stop it.

eventually, you just stop going to class.

you stay at home and just stare at the ceiling, unable to gather the motivation to do anything. you feel like youre drowning deeper and deeper in this ocean of hurt, and as if youll never be pulled back into the light.

jake notices youre gone. he notices immediately. he knows its his fault, but he cant help but feel like it was the right thing to do. he tries to ignore the panging in his gut telling him to go to you, but it grows extremely hard to ignore every passing day.

jake thinks it over.

the worst thing that could happen is that youd think hes a monster. well- he is technically a monster but literally not metaphorically. the cons are that jake would feel awful and spend the rest of eternity knowing he fucked up and ruined everything. the pros are that you wouldnt be heartbroken and just be angry. anger is easier to get over than hurt- at least in jakes opinion.

he knows deep down he has to tell you. he has to give you closure one way or another.

you hear a knock at your door. you slip a sweater over your head and open it. your eyes grow wide and your mouth falls open whdn you see its jake.

“y/n let me explain-”

“i dont want to hear it.” you snap, closing the door. he catches the door with his hand and pushes it open despite your efforts.

“please y/n,” you look him in the eye at his words, seeing the look of desperate pleading on his face.

“fine, but make it quick.” you step aside, letting him walk in the couch. you sit across from each other on the sofa, waiting for jake to speak.

“listen y/n,, i feel the same way about you. fuck, ive always felt that way about you. why do you think i talked to you so much and flirted with you and invited you to that stupid party and took you on dates and everything?

i love you. i love you so much it feels like my hearts bursting every time im around you from so much emotion and it hurts when im not with you. it hurts me so fucking bad seeing you hurt. and knowing im the one who caused it.

thats why im here today, because you deserve an explanation. ive tried so hard to stay away from you since the kiss. i know i sound like an asshole, but bear with me for a minute.

i never even thought id fall this hard for you. im fucking head over heels in love with you, y/n. so much more than youd think, more than i thought i ever could.

when we kissed, i drew blood on your lip. i knew i would lose control and i shouldve stopped it before we even kissed but i just wanted to kiss you so fucking bad, i couldnt resist. and when i drew blood and tasted you, i had to get out. i had to get away from you before i lost complete control of myself.”

the tears stinging your eyes had long since fallen down your pink cheeks. “w-what does that mean?” youre so confused.

“im a vampire y/n. i tasted your blood and it was too much to trust myself with.” you bursted out with laughter before you could stop it at his words. “a vampire? jake cmon just tell me the truth youre such an asshole” you giggle.

but when you make eye contact with him, hes very serious. “y/n just trust me, okay? dont you think me and my friends have had weird behaviors?

disappearing for days at a time, sharp teeth, anything?”

now that you think about it, you realize it all makes sense. you think of the days jake seemed stressed, would disappear for a day or two, then would come back completely relaxed. you think of the weirdly sharp teeth all seven of them had that you simply disregarded.

“was the reddish tint in your eyes a symptom too?” you think of the fight at the party, months ago when you two were still getting to know each other.

“yes,, it is. howd you do know that?” he looks at you, his brows knitted together in confusion.

“the night at the party, when you were pinning that guy against the wall with your arm and yelling at him. when you looked at me your eyes were slightly red. by the way, whatd that guy even say to you?”

he looks down at the lint he was pulling off the sofa. “he was talking about how good your ass looked in that dress.” he muttered, almost quiet enough so that you couldnt hear.

you laugh, hard. “thats why you got so mad? jake thats stupid”

“i know but i didnt like him talking about you like that. i wanted to be the one to tell you stupid compliments like that. hearing other guys talk that way about you just made me so angry.”

you dont know whether to blush or what. youre so confused by everything thats happened, but you know jake and his friends are vampires, and that hes in love with you just as much as you are with him.

“so.. you dont think im a horrible disgusting monster?” he looks at you with glistening eyes.

“dear god jake, no.” you cup his face with your hand, wiping the tear that fell down his face. “i dont care what you are as long as im with you.”

suddenly jakes lips are on yours. you kiss him back, running your fingers through his hair. he tests your lips with his tongue, and you open wider to taste each other.

you pull gently on jakes hair, earning a groan from him. you pull slightly harder, wanting to hear more of those beautiful noises.

jake stands up and picks you up, your legs wrapping around your waist. your lips never part, never wanting to be apart ever again. he lays you back on your bed, trailing his hand down your thigh. you grab the ends of his tshirt, pulling it off of him. you look at his toned abs and perfect body before he tilts your chin up to kiss him again. he toys with the end of your own hoodie, before you pull it off for him. you toss it to the side, not caring about making a mess.

he looks at you with so much adoration, he knows he wants to take it slow and cherish every inch of you like you deserve.

he kisses slowly down your neck, making sure to leave marks as a sign of whos his. he kisses down your sternum, you arch your back to make it easier for him to take off your bra. he gently kisses the flesh of your breasts before taking a sensitive nipple in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it.

you let soft moans fall out of your mouth as he switches to your other breast, not letting anything go without attention. he trails kisses down your stomach stopping at the waistband of your shorts.

“can i?” he asks, making sure you still feel the same. you nod quickly, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

he slowly pulls your shorts down and off, its tortuous but you dont want him to stop. he takes your underwear off even slower.

he kisses your leg, going all the way up to where you needed him most. he places a kiss between your folds before swiping his tongue against your clit.

you moan louder than you meant to at the sudden touch, feeling him smile against you. your grip in his hair tightens, making him groan, sending vibrations to your core.

he touches a finger and gently enters it into you, not wanting to hurt you. “so wet for me baby” he smiles before going down on you again.

he slides another finger in, then adding a third after a minute, thoroughly stretching you out. he pumps them in and out of you while sucking and swirling his tongue on your clit. only your loud moans and the wet noises of your pussy fill the room.

“jake, oh god please dont stop” you moan, pressing his mouth deeper into you. you feel the knot tightening in your core, your eyes screwed shut preparing for release.

your juices spill out of you, your vision going white from the poweful orgasm. you chant his name over and over again, not able to make sensible words.

when you open your eyes, hes getting up from between your legs to kiss you again. your essence is dripping down his plump lips onto his chin, but he wipes his mouth before kissing you.

you taste yourself on his tongue, you find it oddly attractive. he deepens the kiss, and you feel his hard cock brush against your pussy through his jeans. he hisses at the friction, his erection painfully hard.

“y/n please let me inside you.” he whines, desperately wanting relief.

wanting you.

in response, you tug at his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. he kicks them off along with his underwear and you two make eye contact with each other.

youre so in love you dont care about anything else in the world, you just want him.

you pull him close for a gentle but passionate kiss, never wanting to let him go.

he aligns his hips with yours, pushing his cock in slowly until he bottoms out.

after a few minutes of letting you adjust to his size, he asks you if youre okay. “im okay jake, please just let me feel you.”

he slowly rocks his hips back and forth inside you, moaning at the pleasure you bring him. “fuck y/n youre so perfect” he pants out as he thrusts faster.

he kisses your neck, listening to the moans you let out in his ear. “keep making those angelic noises baby, i want everybody to know how im making you feel”

“you feel so good jake just please for the love of god dont stop” you let out in breathy moans.

he thrusts faster, kissing you and moaning into each others mouths. when you feel the knot building in your stomach, he starts to slow down.

“jake what happened?” you claw at his hair, whimpering at the loss of your building orgasm.

“i dont want to lose control y/n. i dont want to bite you and i dont want to have to turn you” he rests his head in the crook of your neck, apologizing over and over again.

“jake i dont care what you do. for the love of god just bite me i dont give a fuck. if turning me makes it so that i can be with you forever, then i want to be turned.

i want to be with you jake,

forever.”

at your words, he picks up the pace faster than ever before, kissing up and down your neck and chest vigorously. he leaves marks everywhere.

“right there jake!” you cry out as he hits your sweet spot over and over again. as you both chase your highs, he leans down and kisses a sensitive spot on your neck. he flicks his his tongue wanting to taste you more than ever.

“fuck y/n im gonna cum” he growls into your neck, his thrusts getting sloppier.

you feel the knot in your stomach come undone, screaming his name. when he lets out his own release, he simultaneously sinks his teeth deep in your neck.

you relish in the feeling both pleasure and pain, pulling him as close to you as possible.

jake loves the taste of you, having to put an immense amount of effort into pulling away from you. his fangs are dripping in your blood, you look up at him as he swipes his tongue over his teeth.

he then bites his own wrist, drawing blood. “drink.” he holds his wrist on your mouth, you take it in your mouth, sucking and drinking his blood.

“its gonna hurt baby, im sorry”

thats the last thing you hear before blacking out.

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years later

“are you ready?” jake asks nervously.

you scan the beautiful house you and jake had purchased together, ready to move in together.

you wrap your arms around his waist, smiling up at him, your fangs glinting in the sunlight.

“as ill ever be”

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Getting Clean

I need to be put into jail, stupid Scottish bitch.

Anyway this is probably lowkey just gonna be smut completely lmao.

I promise the soap pun titles will end.

Also so sorry this took so long because my mind is an enigma and writing for either the COD fandom or the RDR2 fandom has been deleted out of my mind.

Lets go lmao

WARNINGS!: female reader because im a woman and soap makes me yell real loud (nothing against him being shipped with male readers or 141, good for him what a king), NSFW, fuckin, im so bad at warnings just know its gonna be fuckin happenin, choking?? Voice kink???? Breeding kink for SURE. Just major NSFW basically porn with negative plot. Like... .5 plot.

Scottish slang/words may be inccorect due to using google, so please lemme know if its wrong, I'll happily fix it.

I am so sorry for spelling mistakes i finished this at like 2am

The mess hall seemed way too empty, everyone was out on missions, covert, recon, whatever, and while there was a shit ton of others there on base, without most of the 141 team it just felt....wrong.

You sigh and look at your food. It's not that it's bad food. In fact, it looks delicious, but sitting alone, at this massive table that usually you shared with Ghost, Gaz, Rudy and Alejandro, as well as Soap, just made you feel...down.

They were easily the people you were closest too on base. Working so closely with them it was only a matter of time before it happened. All of you were close friends, it was rare for any of you to stray from the group and talk to anyone else.

So today, sitting in the mess hall, was no different.

You stare at the food a little longer, and poke it around with your fork, that strange foreign feeling in your chest.

"Aye Lass, lookin' at it like tha' cannaé change how it tastes."

You smile and twist your head to look at Soap as he nears the table, a tray of food of his own in his hands.

"Johnny! I didn't know you were here!" You smile wider as he takes a seat next to you, and chuckle as he takes a bite of food from his tray.

"Ah, I jus' got back from a mission not too long ago, Price is givin' me a wei break."

You nod and smile at him, your heart seems a little lighter now, someone who you're far closer to now with you.

Plus it was Johnny, how could you not be happy around him? He was the obnoxious fun loving one of the group, he could be serious yes, but it was rare. Most days he joked, laughed, spat out witty sarcastic comments at everyone who passed.

You supposed that was part of the reason you'd grown to have such deep feelings for him in the first place.

Of course you'd never tell him that, you were far too nervous to do that.

Handsome, sweet, a deep voice, which had a Scottish accent on top of it? You could listen to him speak about nonsense for the entire day.

Sometimes missions with him were absolute hell.

He did his job, he was a good Sargent, he knew what he was doing, trained properly, getting things done the way they needed to, but his commentary....

That damn voice of his, he didn't even need to be next to you, all he needed was that voice and his stupid little sarcastic quips.

Hell, sometimes it wasn't even in comms.

He'd yell out something simple, that shouldn't have been attractive, yet it was.

Something as simple as "Changing mags!" Could make your face heat up and turn a violent red, hell, he basically growled at the end of the sentence whenever he said it. Being near him was almost like having a bomb strapped to your chest. Threatening to go off at any second.

Everytime he said "Steamin' Jesus" you couldn't help but imagine him using it in a far more intimate senario, with a slight change of tone, and that never failed to send a flood of warmth between your legs.

You swore that he knew what he was doing too, like he could sense the tension between the two of you, or see the red on your face, but if he did he never brought it up, and for that you were thankful.

Trying to explain fraternization to Price would not be a fun experience. Not only that but bringing it up would probably make you flustered beyond speaking ablity.

"Hey, Y/N. I been talkin' yer fuckin' ear off, you still listenin'?"

You shake your head and look at him, your face feels hot and you're sure you're crimson.

"Ye alright Lass?"

That stupid nickname makes the blush worsen and you simply clear your throat.

"I'm fine Soap. Thinking."

"You can call me Johnny off duty." He laughs. "You usually do....ya nervous about something? Just a wei bit?"

His voice carries a bit of teasing tone and you can't help but feel a bit if irritation at the smug bastard.

"Not nervous, no."

"Ah, not nervous, yet red in the face....Aye...I got yer number bonnie."

He snorts and then continues to eat.

"Really?" You cross your arms and look at him. "Do you now MacTavish?"

"Pretty obvious if you ask me." He shrugs.

"Okay, so tell me then."

Your face burns at the sudden burst of confidence, and as a smirk crosses over Johnny's face you suddenly feel very foolish about what you've just said.

"Lass...tha's not very appropriate for me to say here, where anyone could hear....now is it?"

That smirk stays on his face as he lowers his voice to a low whisper as he gets the last few words out.

You swallow, and your face burns deeper.

"I don't know what you mean Johnny."

"I'm sure." He offers you a laugh and then stands, the look in his eyes makes your body shiver. "I think I'll head to my room...feel free to...visit, if you'd like."

You watch as he walks off as though nothing had happened and your entire body seems to shiver.

He sticks his hands in his jean pockets as he walks away, which you obviously noticed, because of course you did, with an ass like his.

What the hell are you gonna do? Follow him? How the hell did he figure you out so quickly? Did he mean what he said?

Little did you know Johnny was thinking similarly.

"What the hell were you thinkin'? Saying somethin' like that? Y/N does NOT feel that way about you, you probably just fucked somethin' up, fuckin' idiot."

It takes you only a matter of minutes before you stand from the table and head after Johnny, towards his room in the base.

Your heart is thumping so loudly its the only thing you can hear.

Your body seems to be reacting on its own though, your thoughts, while dirty and definetly in need of some....cleaning....ironically, are wondering what'll happen to your friendship afterwards, but your body doesn't seem to care.

Your mind races with the thought of what would happen if you were caught too, it wasn't exactly professional to fuck your coworker in the military.

When you reach his door you breathe deeply, hesitant as you raise your hand to the door. You stopped for a moment and then, you knock on the door.

Johnny opens the door nearly instantly, only a matter of seconds pass before the door knob clicks and he stands in the doorway before you, leaning against the doorframe as he looks down at you.

"Tha' was quick Lass."

"Shut up, let me in."

"Aw...c'mon now...be nice..." He lowers his voice, whispering the last two words, a smug smirk coming over his mouth.

You feel a rush of heat through your chest and look to your feet, your entire face seems to burn, your ears even feel as though they're burning.

"Please Johnny?"

You feel his hand come under your chin and he lifts your head to look him in the eye, not gently but not rough either.

"Try again Lass, look me in the eye."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

"Please let me in, you stupid Scottish fuck."

"Tha's not very nice...thought I said be nice..."

You clench your jaw and stare at him, that smug grin on his face somehow managing to irritate you and make you horny all at the same time.

"Please Johnny? Let me in?"

"Ye really do want me, don't ye? Dinnaé know you felt so strongly towards me.." He smirks at you and the moves aside, dropping his hand from your chin to let you in.

You look around his room, staring at all the posters and things he has lined up on the walls. Considering this was Johnny's room....you expected it to be far dirtier, less organized, yet as you looked around at the rest of his room you noticed everything had a place, everything was neat, he didn't even have dirty clothes on the floor.

Neat and organized....despite his very chaotic and uncooridinated nature.

You're busy looking this over, viewing his room when he comes up behind you.

He leans in close.

"So, you were havin' thoughts then?" He smirks, you can feel it without even looking at him. "You? Havin' thoughts...innocent little Y/N always focused on the job Y/N....havin' thoughts like those....and about me..."

His voice lowers, it's nearly a growl, and a hand wraps around your waist, his fingers slide gently under the bottom of your shirt, touching the bare skin of your stomach, only just barely.

"Naughty...naughty..."

You look down, your face is completely red, scarlet, and it burns hotter than you thought possible.

By looking down you didn't really account for the fact that, that would only leave your neck open, and it takes all your will power you have not to make a sound when you feel Johnny's lips agains the skin there.

"I'm suprised it took you this long to notice Johnny." You breathe out, hoping your voice wouldn't give out on you.

He stops, his lips still gently placed against your skin as he speaks.

"Really now....been very noticable has it Hen?"

The nickname sends a shiver though your spine, though you know the word itself isn't the issue.

"I think so..." You breathe. "Can't you tell when my voice changes over comms sometimes?"

"Ye get that flustered...over comms? Ye don't even see me.."

He chuckles and presses another kiss to your neck, you're sure the next one he offers will be brusing.

"Not my fault..." You mumble. You've almost collapsed against him, leaning your body weight onto him, though he doesn't mind in the slightest.

"Really now...now...can ye explain to me what it is on comms that makes things so hard to focus then Hen?"

"Why must you make things difficult?"

"Difficult?"

He laughs at you and then stands up straight, his hand leaving the skin of your stomach.

He moves to his bed and takes a seat, nearly plopping down, he sits with his legs open and slaps both hands on his thighs, leaning forwards.

"It isn't difficult, it's a really easy question now Lass."

You cross your arms and look at him, watching as he leans back a little a simple smirk on his face.

"If ye really want somethin' tonight Y/N, yer gonnae have to tell me."

That smug look doesn't leave his face, rather it seems like it only gets worse as he utters out your name, emphasising it, lowering his voice as he does. To add to this you watch as his hands leave his thighs, palms upwards in a sort of shrug gesture.

He knows what gets you flustered over comms. He knows, you know he knows, but you also know he's gonna make you say it.

"You damn well know what it is Johnny."

"Oh I do, but it'll be much better when it comes out of yer mouth, preferrably with your face all red."

You swallow and look to the floor, keeping your arms crossed as you speak.

"I swear sometimes you do it on purpose. You do those damn jokes, say those fucking statements and you always lower your voice, especially if you know I'm listening. I told you how I liked your accent ONCE and now you use it everytime you can."

"Aye, I do." Again, as before, you can hear that smirk on his face. "I'll admit it. I take every chance I can."

You scrunch up your nose, refusing to look up at him.

Theres silence for a moment and then you hear him shuffle, only then do you look up.

He simply catches your gaze and makes a motion towards himself with his two middle fingers, pretty much beckoning you towards him.

Despite the stubborness you've shown earlier you can't help but follow his silent command.

As you reach him and stand inbetween his legs his hands creep over your thighs, fingers curling around the back of them, squeezing the meat of them, tightly, firmly. Just the right amount of pressure.

He looks up at you, his face a little more serious now, the smirk from earlier still lingers, but it's far less noticable.

"Ye know Y/N, I've thought about having you in here....a lot."

"Really?" You stop a moment, your body tingling, stemming from his fingertips outwards. Your mind seems a little fogged. "I thought....I thought maybe you'd invited me in here today just to...well honestly I thought you were just fucking with me Johnny, but...I couldn't just ignore it."

"Nae, no fuckin'with you, no this time."

"So...does...um...does that mean..." You swallow, struggling with your words. "Look....Johnny I think it's obvious I've liked you for a while now...are...if we're really gonna do this...I...what does it mean? Anything? Just...are we fuck buddies, or something more because...."

Your words trail off, you can't help but cross your arms, a sudden burst of what you can only assume is nearly shame creeps up through you.

Johhny's face changes, subtly, but you catch it, and you don't miss the squeeze he gives your thighs either.

"Hen, once I get a taste of you I don't think I could have anyone else."

He's quick with his movements as he slides his hands up towards your ass, and pushes you slightly closer to himself.

The action he does next is a simple one, yet it sends all kinds of feelings through you.

His tongue touches the skin of your stomach, his hand gently pushing your shirt up out of the way. He licks a stripe upwards, keeping eye contact with you as he does.

"Jesus Johnny...."

He offers a chuckle and grips your hip with his free hand just a little tighter.

"I'm gonna ask this once Bonníe," he looks at you, only a small trace of a smile on his lips. "Are ye sure ye wanna do this? I'll stop if ye say stop, but after this I won't ask again."

Your thoughts swirl in your head for a moment. Wondering if it is what you wanted. If it was worth chancing your friendship, chancing your job, getting caught fraternizing is no small penalty.

In the end your body decides for you.

You nod.

"I do."

That smile of his fits on his face slowly, showing off those pearly whites. His surprisingly sharp canines.

His tongue comes out once more, again licking up your stomach, this time he stands as he moves himself upwards, only bringing his mouth away when he reaches the area just below your breasts, letting your shirt fall back to its original place.

When he finally stands his mouth goes into good use, his lips meeting yours with a feverancy, practically a need. He fists your hair, and darts his tongue into your mouth without any hesitance.

His free hand snakes around your body, finding purchase on the plump of your asscheek.

You let out a moan against his lips which in turn pulls one from him.

Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, grabbing onto any part of him you can.

His hand nestled within your hair offers a tug, pulling your head back, taking your lips from his and exposing your neck to him.

His lips latch onto your throat, open mouthed hot kisses against your skin, making your body shiver, tingle. His tongue licks along your skin, warm, and again...hungry.

"Johnny..." You whine out his name, and your body flames up, a part of you is curious as to how he'd gotten you so needy so quickly.

The other part did not give a shit.

"So pretty when you whine like that Bonníe..."

He smiles against your skin, moving towards your jaw, still dragging his lips along your neck, refusing to leave it.

"Maybe we should see if I can get any more out of ye..."

"Johnny...we have to be careful..." You mumble. "We...we can't be caught-"

"Yer right Lass...that might even be more fun..."

He pulls back to look at you, his eyes seemed to darken with the idea that begins to plauge his mind.

"Let's see if ye can keep from screamin' huh?"

"Johnny-"

He cuts you off as his hand come up around your throat, offering a gentle squeeze to the sides as he begins to push you down to the bed.

"Do yer best for me Love." He gives you that goddamn smirk again. "Stay quiet...Can ye do that?"

You nod, your breathing becoming heavier as he stares down at you, hand still wrapped around your throat.

"Atta girl."

He coos out the words and everything in your body seems to be completely englufed in flame.

"You this charming to every girl you fuck Johnny?"

You breathe out the words, hands moving to his chest as you settle against the mattress.

"Jus' you Lass."

Rough hands slide under your shirt, over your stomach, bringing the shirt along with him.

His thumb glides up the center of your torso, pushing down slightly as he continues his movement, his other hand only leaves your throat when he needs to remove the shirt fully.

Your bra is taken off with seemingly expert practice, your breasts exposed to the air, but quickly they're found by hands and mouth.

A rough palm on one and a wet mouth sucking and licking the other.

It takes all your power not to moan, your back arching up into the feeling.

You hadn't been aware of just how touch starved you'd been.

One of your hands tangles into his mohawk, attempting to hold onto something of him.

He looks up at you, pulling away from your breasts.

"Nae, I dinnae say ye could touch lass."

"Johnny-"

"Shut tha' pretty mouth lass...see if ye can be quiet yeah?"

You nod, swallowing as he reaches for your pants. His fingers hooking under the waistband as he unbuttons them with the other.

With one swift movement he's pulled both your jeans and panties down, leaving you bare to him.

"Would ye look at tha'...such a bonnie sigh', Love..."

He smirks and moves in, hands finding your inner thighs, bringing a sigh from your lips.

Before you can say much else you feel a swipe of his tongue over your heat, already you were slick, this was certain to make the problem worse.

His grip on your inner thighs gets a little tighter as he continues with you, he moves his tongue with expertise, eating you out as though he's a man starved.

"Johnny..."

You can't help but let his name slip out, grabbing the sheets beneath you, squirming your hips against his face.

He looks up at you from his position, and even in his eyes you can see the smirk he'd wear.

It's far too soon that he pulls away, you'd been so close to your climax, so close to having that release, until he'd denied you that.

Again you whine his name, and he moves, climbing over you, grabbing your face with one hand, firmly holding your cheeks.

"Aw lass...wei bonnie...are ye feelin' a wei bit needy?"

You nod, the best you can in his grip, moving your hips against his clothed arousal, hoping for even a little bit of friction.

You give a nother small whine, this one more of a sound than that of a noise, again reaching for him, only for his other hand to pin your wrists above you.

"Ah...I told ye, nae touchin' lass"

You simply look at him, unable to do much in your senario. It's then that he kisses you, deeply, his tongue gliding against yours, the taste of your own slick in your mouth.

He lets go of your face, only to rushedly un button his pants, his problem suddenly a bit more annoying than it had been.

The moment he's free, his pants and boxers disgarded he simply looks down at you, seemingly thinking.

Its then that he grabs you by the hips and easily, effortlessly, flips you onto your stomach, running his pointer finger and thumb down your spine for a moment.

"Ye look so good from this angle love..."

He leans over you, his chest to your back, head angled right next to your ear.

He lowers that damn voice of his again.

"Can ye be a good lass fer me and arch jus' a wei bit... chest down love, ass up."

Of course you do as he asks, or rather tells, like its instinct, pressing your chest further into the bed, raising your rear higher into the air.

He leans back, taking a look at the sight in front of him, his hands going to the flesh of your ass like magnets, squeezing gently, your ass and hips, as though he can't decide which he likes better.

"Look at ye...such an obediant little lass...ye like doin' what yer told do ye? Is tha' why ye like rankin' under me? Enjoy the way I order ye around on the field? Makes ye think..."

You don't answer, focused on the feel of his hands, its only when he moves one of those hands to the back of your neck.

"I need an answer lass."

"Yes, yes I do Sir."

You can nearly feel the smirk on his face, he squeezes the back of your neck a little tighter.

"Sir?"

"Yes sir."

"Oho...I like tha' lass..."

He grabs both of your asscheeks again for a moment before you feel one leave only to feel him push into you.

You let out a groan as he pushes in, as much as you can take, to the base, you feel incredibly full. He's girthy.

"Fuck Johnny..."

You murmer.

"Nae...yer gonna call me sir from now on Love..."

You swallow, waiting for him to move.

"Do ye understand me?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good lass."

He gices you this praise and gently he moves his hips, his hand pushing your spine back into that arch you'd subtly moved away from.

His hips move slow, almost painfully so, and he knows this, teasing you with his hands gliding over your back.

"Ye look so good lass...all this jus' fer me..."

"Johnny please...."

"Aw lass...what did I jus' say?"

"Please...sir?"

"Tha's better....use yer words bonnie...what is it ye want?"

"Faster sir, please?"

You hear the small beg in your voice, sure that by the end of all this you'd be begging a lot more.

"Tha's a girl."

His hand moves to your hip, gripping hard as the other moves to your hair, grasping the roots of it, giving a tug as he moves his hips a little faster, filling you with his size, over and over again.

It's only a minute or so before he seems to loose that idea of torturing you, his pace picking up, hips snapping against yours, that slap of skin on skin, the squelch of your arousal ringing in your ears.

"Fuckkk y/n...." It comes out in nearly a growl, and he pushes your upper half further into the bed.

"Yer doin' so good bonnie...so fuckin' good..."

Another maon crawls its way out of your throat, the others you'd managed to quell, small sounds here and there, but you can't stop this one.

You push your hips against his, letting your knees spread further apart trying to get him in at a deeper angle.

"Please sir, please, fuck-"

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can register what you're even trying to beg for, your figers clench at his sheets beneath you, they smell like him, everything smells like him.

"Y/N..."

His voice is a groan, it's all you hear as he shifts your position, yanking you up by your hair, bringing your back to his chest, thrusting himself upwards into you.

"Johnny...fuck!"

You find your arm going over your shoulder, wraping around the back of his neck, trying to find purchase on something

His lips latch onto your neck as though he's drawn to it, his tongue swiping over your skin and his teeth leaving bites along your throat and shoulders. He breaths hard against you, inhaling your scent.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus..."

He groans, his pace picking up a little further, one hand still brusingly on your hip, the other slides down your front, fingers finding your clit easily.

It brings a moan to the surface of your lips, and rather than being scolded Johnny simply murmers another praise of 'good lass' in your ear, his hips snapping against yours, rythmic.

"Johnny-"

"Y/N..." He huffs, his fingers going faster against your bud. "'M close...need ye to tell me where..."

"Inside Johnny, please...fill me up..."

"Jesus Y/N..."

His voice is breathy, heavy against your skin as he continues, his hips getting erratic, until finally he gives a groan, shoving his face into your shoulder, riding out his climax, the feeling of his cum hitting your inner walls pushing you closer to yours.

He rides out his, moving his hips slightly, much slower than before, and keeps his hand going, trying to keep his previous pace.

"C'mon lass...ye can let go now...it's yer turn..."

He mumbles, breatheless.

It's not much longer of this praising and the movement of his fingers before you do just that, squeezing around him and moaning out his name as you finally reach that high.

As the two of you come down, breathing hard, Johnny still inside you, head leaning against your shoulder, he slips an arm around your waist and offers a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

"Thank ye lass..." he murmers. "Tha' was fun."

"Thank you Johnny."

"Ye ain't gotta thank me...I've wanted to do tha' for god knows how long."

"Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"Oh trust me lass...we will be."

#cod #soap cod #johnny mactavish #cod mwii #john mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader

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sexhaver · 9 months

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ive been playing Cassette Beasts for a minute and it never stops being funny to me how flagrant they are about making this "Pokemon but with features you didn't know Pokemon has always needed". off the top of my head:

super effective/NVE hits have added benefits/debuffs beyond just doubling/halving the damage (hitting Electric types with Ground reduces their evasion and speed, hitting Steel types with Poison gives them poison-coated spikes that do contact damage, etc)

legally-distinct-Pokemon will learn new moves while in your party without having to battle, and you can then straight up steal these moves from them and put them on a not-Pokemon you actually care about using, which gives an actual incentive to hunt down and raise otherwise fringe not-mons beyond completing the not-Pokedex

we all played the Pokemon Infinite Fusion fangame right? we know how fusions work? okay so this game has them as temporary per-battle things instead of permanent ones, which is only marginally less cool while being infinitely easier to balance around

attempting to catch something shows you the percentage chance of success so you know whether you just got unlucky or if you should save your Pokeballs-i-mean-blank-cassette-tapes

leveling up is tied to your not-trainer instead of your not-pokemon, so you don't end up in the classic trap where your starter is way overleveled and everything else is underleveled and then you hit a fight your starter can't solo and have to spend an hour grinding to get the weaker not-mons up to par (funnily enough most Pokemon Nuzlocke romhacks have already figured this out and give you infinite rare candies with the only restriction being that you can't level past the next gym leader's ace pokemon, because Pokemon fans have realized that grinding is the worst part of the game way before Game Freak has)

moves, not-Pokeballs, not-PokeCenter visits, and healing items are all bought using entirely separate currencies which stops you from trivially breaking the economy in half

the soundtrack, fittingly, is pretty good! the vocals were a bit much for my taste but there's an option in the settings menu to straight up turn them off (letting the BGM play on its own), which i've never seen in any other game and really appreciate

downsides:

on a game design level, i understand why can i only carry a max of 5 not-Potions and 1 not-Revive at a time - it's to put a limit on how far away from fast travel points i can get by just running away from everything and healing off damage. on a gameplay level, however, this feels pretty bad

the pixel art style is trying to look as much like Pokemon as possible without actually being Pokemon so the overworld sprites look more like beta stuff from Pokemon that they cut for looking too weird. i have yet to find a haircut that doesn't look bad

this is super petty of me but something about the bloom and lighting of the 3d environments combined with pixelated 2d sprites that still cast shadows makes me painfully aware im playing a video game. it's like they were going for the same aesthetic as Octopath Traveler but fell just barely short. i can't think of a better way to articulate this feeling but if you know you know

it does that really obnoxious half-assed style of voice acting where plot-relevant characters will sometimes (maybe every third or fourth textbox) speak the first two or three words of dialogue before trailing off. mashing through textboxes (as one does) means constantly getting jumpscared by "hmm"s and "haha!"s "okay then!"s

i get that they wanted to make the player feel involved in the story, and it has a pretty decent hook so far, but oh my god. the amount of dialogue "choices" that just transparently do not matter. you know how people memed on Fallout 3 and 4's dialogue choices all leading to the same outcome, to the extent that you were basically choosing between "yes" and "yes (rude)"? and you know how Bethesda would at least attempt to justify how both options led to you accepting the quest anyways, even if it was really dumb? Cassette Beasts has streamlined this process even further by making the options in most of their binary decisions so identical that they don't even require different followup dailogue before rejoining into the main conversation thread. a solid 2/3rds of the dialogue options in this game so far feel like checks that you're still awake. i know this is a minor issue because people aren't playing Pokemon-likes for the engaging "choices matter" approach to storytelling, and i did ignore it at first, but it's so pervasive that you really can't ignore it

#cassette beasts

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happilychaengs · 4 months

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nayeon - involved (rewrite)

wc: 1.2k

fluff, angst

a/n: i wrote this in like half an hour after waking up. sorry if it's bad

original

im nayeon. the girl who exuded worlds of confidence with every stride, parading around the hallways of the college along with you, the only one who could handle her obnoxious pride. she was the true it girl of the college, always getting what she wanted, no exceptions, because she was the one who was crowned queen and no one could take that from her.

nayeon stuck her fork up against her lips, eyes wandering across the cafeteria, "i want her."

you pick at your food, "what?"

you drop your fork as nayeon leans over the table and grabs your cheeks in her hands, tilting your head to the left, "see the girl with the short black hair?"

you swat nayeon's hands away as she clicks her tongue, your eyes glancing around, "are you talking about momo?" she was the girl second only to nayeon in terms of whatever hierarchy you had. the only true competition she had.

a soft sigh escapes her mouth as she takes a bite out of her food, "yes. her."

"really?" your head turns back to nayeon only to see her stare at you with such confusion and offense, "i mean doesn't she have a girlfriend already? i didn't expect you to be a homewrecker."

"so?" nayeon drops her fork as she stares back at momo, "not like it matters. look. no one's sitting next to her so they obviously broke up."

"i don't think that means-"

"it does to me."

you shake your head as you let nayeon talk to herself, mumbling on about how she'll make momo hers in quick time, though it's not what truly happened.

throughout the rest of the day, nayeon does her normal flirting with the girl of the week, but it doesn't go quite as planned. rumors spread as you caught sight of an immensely furious queen.

"that fucking bitch." nayeon swims in her sorrows, head almost ducking as people passed by her, though she would never admit it, "how could anyone reject me? especially in front of everyone!"

you give her a half-assed nod, as you mainly focus on your food, "yeah."

"seriously? are you even listening?" nayeon bites her tongue, holding back whatever insults she had because she knew you didn't take them well.

"i'm listening."

your eyes look up to meet nayeon's, though they're not looking your way. "i need to do something to make her regret it."

"what are you going to do then?"

you see the cogs turning in her head as she stares back at you, "do you think we can date for a while?"

you almost choked on your food, apologizing as people looked your way. "wh- what? are you fucking crazy?"

she laughs as she corrects herself, "i meant fake dating or whatever. a fake relationship, i guess."

"you guess?" she scoots a tad bit closer to you, "why not ask anyone else? they'd kill for that."

"exactly." nayeon rests her head on your shoulders and despite your heart almost beginning to hammer against your chest, you stay strong, "they would come crawling back to my doorstep once it'd be over, but i know nothing would change between us."

she sits upright, turning her head, "oh shit. she's looking over here. kiss me. quickly."

nayeon whips her head around to face you, hands already behind your neck. without a hint of approval from you, she brought your head in as she locked lips with you, you groaning into her mouth from the sudden motion. heads turn as you feel everyone's eyes on you, nayeon smirking into the kiss as she bit your bottom lip. you let out a small moan as she quickly disconnected, looking more than satisfied. "so that's a yes?"

you're left with the lingering taste of her strawberry chapstick, wiping your lips as you sigh, though your heart is frantically beating, "fuck you. as if you'd actually give me a choice."

she lets out a small smile as you rolled your eyes, "you know me too well."

and in that moment, you were officially nayeon's. at least for the time being.

in every single waking moment, nayeon would be glued by your hips, laughing and kissing with you every single chance she got. even when momo wasn't around, she would sneak her way into your dorm, going away to sneak a few kisses in the early morning.

"isn't-" a light kiss on your lips, "isn't this too much?" nayeon looks confused as she stays atop of you, her hands holding her above you.

"what? what are you talking about?" she kisses your lips again.

"i mean this... you don't need to do this." you slip from under her, standing up quickly, nayeon sitting down on your bed, "aren't we just a fake couple?"

she tilts her head, an almost innocent smile on her face, "does it matter? we're both just enjoying it anyways at this point." she stands up as she takes off her shirt. her hands move up your stomach as she kisses your lips, "you can skip your biology class, right? let's just enjoy it while we can."

and although you didn't realize it then, you were falling. falling into the deep, dark hole that was known as im nayeon. every single kiss, every single date, and every single intimate moment you two shared mattered to you. it all piled up but you knew you were nowhere close to the bottom.

"hey, y/n." nayeon sits on the edge of your bed, "you wouldn't... say you loved me, right?" there's an almost uncertainty in her voice, her eyes staring at the floor.

"... no." you sit up from your bed, eyes taking in nayeon for everything she was. "i wouldn't." though you would only begin to see a part of her as you kept telling her lies.

"okay." she has an almost fake smile across her lips as she bites her tongue, "let's break up then. momo finally showed some interest in me, so... let's end it. that was the whole point, right?"

"... yeah..." you take a deep breath as you stand up, back turned towards nayeon as she shut the door behind her. you couldn't bear seeing her right now.

you really might beg her to stay.

a few days have passed since then and nayeon has never looked happier. she kisses momo wholeheartedly any moment she gets, though, to you, it feels like she chooses to only kiss whenever she sees you. she does everything that she did with you from the stupid 5 am dates before classes to just outright skipping classes to have a bit of fun.

people pass by you as you sit alone, eating your food, gossiping that nayeon broke your heart to get with momo, and in reality, that's not far from the truth because she did. at least to you she did.

nayeon eventually sits with you, though she's looking at momo most of the time with stars in her eyes, "i wanted to say thank you, y/n."

she pulls out a small book from her bag, "i remember you said you wanted this while we were... together, so this is my thank you to you." call it what you want. you smile as you take it from nayeon, though you're sure you're throwing it away whenever you get the chance. you resented what you did too much to take it because, through every painstaking and heart-wrenching memory of her, you finally understood why.

why people said what they said when they fell victim to the queen.

"don't get involved with im nayeon."

#twice imagines #twice reactions #twice scenarios #twice #imagine #girl group scenarios #im nayeon #nayeon #im nayeon x reader #nayeon x reader #twice angst #nayeon angst

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ironbatpaperturtle · 1 month

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What if like School of rock adamsapple AU

AGHHHH

Obviously its Dewey Finn as Adam

But the rest is like:

Rosalie Mullins as Sera

Ned Schneebly as Lucifer

Patty as Lilith

Lawrence as Alastor

Summer as Charlie

Freddy as Cherry Bomb

Zack as Sir Pentious

(And the rest idk yet lol)

But, like Adam living with Lucifer (Ned) whos dating Lilith (Patty). And instead of Lucifer vs Adam its Adam vs Lilith rivalry kinda thang. Because in this AU Lilith and Adam were highschool sweetheart (before they broke up) and Lucifer was someone Adam met in college and Adam just lived in Lucifers place after college, rent free.

Anyways Luci and Lilith when they were both working adults and hit it off. So when Lucifer decided to invite Lilith to his place imagine her suprise when she sees Adam of all people, playing the electric guitar in nothing but sweats mooching off Lucifer.

And I wont call Lucifer a push over like how Ned was in the movie, but I do believe that Lucifer holds pity over this man so he lets him stay, Adam probably knows this and honestly, in this econony? Fuck yeah.

Better than getting kicked out of his own band. Probably thinks its 'totally bro-coded' of Lucifer to be letting him mooch of him, even if again, in Lucifers case, its pity. (I also bet that there not as close as the Ned and Dewey from the 2003 movie who bonded over there love for rock)

Anyways Adam's hard edge personality softening the more he spends time with the kids. (He doesn't realize this)

(He also doesn't realize how he'd act like a nagging Mom whenever the kids impersonate bad habits of Rock Stars from the movies he plays to teach them, like smoking lol)

As he gradually softens up, he'd be more upbeat and discreetly talk to Lucifer about techniques about teaching, y'know for the kids, and of course Lucifer- hasn't-been-called-to-a-job (A lie) finding this certain upbeat attitude infectious wouldn't mind. He'd even be happy to know that Adam was expanding his taste. (Again a lie, well only partially)

So whenever its only them (because even though Adams not the brightest fucker, he is not about to ask lucifer about teacher shit infront of Lilith, she was validectorian for a reason) Adam would be all up Lucifer space and ask him shit.

Speaking of space I think Adam doesn't have sense of personal space, unless to people he doesn't like, and would be all up Lucifers. And Lucifers doesn't mind and finds it adorable when Adam would move his hands around to express himself or to fill in the silence with his humming of made up songs.

Idk anymore BUT, Lucifer who originally let him stay for pity and gradually sees Adam as not just a rock star wannabe but someone who GENUINELY LOVES rock and wouldn't mind sharing it. Someone who doesn't do anything half-assed. SOMEONE WHO HAS SO MUCH LOVE WRAPPED INSIDE OF HIM SO WHEN YOU OPEN IT ITS EXPRESSED IN ĹOUD OBNOXIOUS WAYS YOU'LL CHERISH AND MAKE YOU SMILE FROM FONDNESS.

OEOXJIEOWKD RKESKFKR IDKKK ALRIGHT IM JUSTTTT SPROUTING SHITT. GRRR

I just find this an interesting way to showcase Adam's personality in a modern way, especially with his ability to lead little gremlins (exorcist and now children).

Obviously Lilith would realize Lucifer would be looking at Adam differently compared to before and would be like 'been there done that'

She'd probably go with Sera (IVE SEEN DRAWINGS OF THEM OKAY DONT JUDGE).

Again idk what im typing

#adamsapple #guitarduck #adam x lucifer #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer morningstar

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sorencd · 9 months

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hii idk if u are taking request (if you're not ignore this lmao) but could you write some todd anderson fluff? my sister moved away and im feeling kinda sad :( idk if you write for todd either lol anyways love ur account!!

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pairing: todd anderson x reader

summary: a silly little game of tickle fight with todd.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: ofc! <3 i was supposed to keep this short but i'm an absolute sucker for fluff so i went a little overboard hhfhhfhefdfr i hope u like it!

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it was starting to get repetitive. the few episodes you watched earlier were somewhat more entertaining, or shall you say as entertaining as watching a lawyer defend their client gets. there were moments where it really got you and todd riled up, but after that it'll just be another line of the guy on screen describing to you what a public defender is.

'the court is adjourned!' the voice of the guy on screen shouted as he banged his gavel on the wooden sound block, signalling that the aired episode was over.

"i'm starting to get sick of this bart matthew guy's face. how long have we been watching?" you asked, leaning your head further into todd's body until it was on his lap.

"i think it we started at season 1, we've been at it for a while." todd said as he reached for the remote controller, "do you want me to switch the channel, love?"

"okay, maybe that show my mom watches is on. the eve garden something?" you sat up and pondered with a hand on your chin.

"it's eve arden, i've seen bits of it a few times."

you hastily laid back down and yawned as you shook your head in understanding, moving on your side to watch todd fiddle with the remote controller in search for a good show. sunday afternoons were usually like this, rather than going out and doing activities that would require human interaction, todd would instead show up at your front door to spend time with you, saving you both the time and effort of socialising─ which you knew todd preferred. for the next few hours, you'd both be huddled in bed or on the couch in each other's arms, reading each other silly poems and stories you'd make up, or watch tv until the sun goes down. to some it might be boring, yes, but nothing's boring when it's with todd.

"hey todd?"

he hummed as he moved his focus away from the television and onto you, who was staring up at him with an all too familiar look on your face. you were about to crack a bad joke.

"what is it called-"

"please make it a good joke this time."

"it is! i guarantee you that you'll laugh your knickers off!"

he once again hummed as he raised his eyebrows with a skeptical look, he knew the joke would be so stupid that it wasn't the joke he's laughing at─ but the sheer stupidity of it is what makes him snicker. he let's it slide though, since he gets to see that bright smile of yours every time.

"alright so, what is it called when the doctor has to tickle you to see if you're conscious?"

todd shook his head, he has no idea what it could be. it could be anything! "i don't know, what?"

"a test tickle." you let out an obnoxious laugh with a slap to the knee as you cackled at your own joke. he on the other hand can't help but wonder where do you get all these jokes from?

"that was a bad joke."

"no it's not! i made you laugh, you're laughing right now!"

"you can hardly consider this laughing!"

an idea came to your mind as soon as the words left your lover's mouth. his face contorted in worry when he saw you move back a little on your side of the couch, and you had this... mischievous expression on. you were up to something.

"hmm... it wouldn't be laughing if i did this then?" you suddenly jumped onto him and started tickling his sides, earning yourself a loud snort from todd.

"w-wait- this isn't- this isn't fair!" his face was turning red with how hard he was laughing. you weren't prepared though when abruptly he flipped you on your back, effectively halting you of your attack and giving you a taste of your own medicine.

the only thing that could be heard in your living room was the sound of you and todd cackling like maniacs. to the people outside your house, they could've easily mistaken it as two children playing. in the middle of your tickle-fighting, todd tried to escape from your unforgiving grasp and tried to make a run from it. you attempted grabbing onto his torso to prevent him from leaving your clutches, but instead of successfully being able to pull him back─ you instead got a hold of his pajamas that he was wearing that day and pulled down. accidentally revealing what was he was wearing that day. in your terms he technically he did laugh his underwear off, except it was his pants.

"h-hey you can't do that!" todd stuttered as his laughed grew even louder. he scrambled to pull his pants back up and almost fell over in the process. your stomach was starting to hurt, and your eyes were welling with tears as you caught a glimpse of his boxers, he had the superman ones that you gave him as joke on his birthday on.

after he got a good distance between the two of you, and after he successfully pulled his pajamas back up, he calmed down to catch his breath which was ragged from all the laughing. you, who was on the couch, were lying on your stomach, you hushed snickers muffled by the couch as you watched him. the memory of his boxers that were now covered by his pants still lingering in your mind.

to control your own breathing, since you were also out of breath, you momentarily closed your eyes with a tired smile on. you forgot how draining tickle fights were. "i must say, what manly boxers you have, mr. anderson."

unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend was slowly creeping his way behind the couch on his tippy toes. it looks like the war wasn't over. when you didn't hear from him, you lifted your head up to check if he was still where you last saw him before you closed your eyes.

"todd?-"

suddenly, you felt something very heavy being pressed onto your entire body─ causing you to shriek in surprise. it was todd. he was laying on top of you with his arms wrapping your body, like he was giving you a bear hug. in that position, he could easily tickle both of your sides. making him the winner of today's tickle fight. and tickle you he did.

"t-todd- i-" you were being cut off by your own uncontrollable laughter, squirming and writhing in his embrace. "you win! you win!"

he instantly let go of you, his lips curled into a huge victorious grin as he sat there, towering over you triumphantly. his hair was all ruffled and he still looked like he just finished running a marathon. you smiled him, your entirety overflowing with happiness, and he shyly smiled back in return before cheering in a hushed manner and whisper shouting like he was an announcer on the sports channel.

"and the crowd goes wild! todd anderson takes home the trophy for today's match!"

you giggled and swiftly wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“i will have my revenge, you!”

#dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #todd anderson x reader #todd anderson

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