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lostdreamr-blog1 · 6 months

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Pinky Promise

Pinky Promise 2

Part 3

Summary: Jake gets a call in the middle of the night asking for a ride home. But it’s who is asking that makes him worried.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Another request knocked out! Currently working on part 2 of Beautiful Stranger and might have plans for continuing this one depending on if you all like it. Thank you so much for reading! -C

You were a little on the tipsy side as you squinted at your phone trying to make out the numbers on it. With them moving as much as they were, it was near impossible to type in a correct phone number. Instead, you opened your contacts and scrolled down to your brother’s name.

The smart thing to do would be to call him for a ride, but the more drunk side of you could only think about the nagging you would get on the way home and probably the month following. So, you scrolled up and down your contacts deciding on who would be the lucky winner to receive a call at 1 in the morning.

Jake groaned as he heard his phone going off. He blindly reached for it and squinted at the bright screen, trying to decipher who the hell would be calling at this hour. He had to be up in a few hours to get ready for another day of trying to get through the near impossible assignment, so unless it was an emergency, he was ignoring it.

The number that flashed on his screen wasn’t one he had seen before. He almost wrote it off as a wrong number or another spam call, but something told him to answer it. The area code was one he knew and a call this late on a Saturday might mean something is going on. So, instead of rolling over and enjoying the few hours of sleep he had left, he answered the mystery number.

“Seresin.”

“Oh shit! That’s the Jake that’s in this phone? Why would he put that number in here?” The voice was female and sounded somewhat familiar but was clearly drunk.

“Sorry to disappoint. Who is this?” Jake was kicking himself for answering it now, having the person insult him within two seconds of talking.

“Ah. Look, you have to promise not to tell my brother anything. Like pinkly swear and everything.” Jake was too tired to entertain childish requests, but the first part of the statement finally sunk in. The only one on the team who had a sister near base was Bradley. Fuck.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He needed the confirmation before freaking out. What did she do that warranted keeping her brother in the dark?

“I am not answering that question until you promise me.” He sat up in bed, turning on the lamp next to him. There was no way this wasn’t her.

“Alright. I promise I won’t tell him right now. Can you tell me what’s going on?” He was hoping she was too drunk to catch how he promised.

“Fine. I’m at this bar with my friend and I played wingman a little too well and she left with this guy. I mean good for her. She just got over this really bad breakup and needed to get laid.” Jake had gotten out of bed and put the phone on speaker as he got dressed. Something told him he was going to have to pick you up from somewhere. That’s if you managed to stop getting sidetracked.

“Anyway, I have this thing about not liking to get in Ubers by myself and it’s a long ass walk back to my apartment.” Jake had grabbed his keys at this point and was walking out the door.

“Where are you? I’m on my way.” He turned on his truck and waited for a response.

“Shoot. Well, we started at one place and now this is place three. No place four. You know what, let me ask because I have no idea.” Jake sighed and shook his head. He had heard stories from Bradley about his younger sister and how reckless you were. Or at least that’s the way he described you. He always kept you on a tight leash, trying his hardest to keep you out of trouble.

But Jake thought you just wanted to have some fun. One of his sisters went through a phase like this and it was best to keep a close eye on them but never push them. For reasons like this.

You told him the name of the bar and he was on his way. “I’ll be there in about 15 minutes. Are you okay to wait inside for me?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I need to finish this water anyway.” Jake told you to call if something came up but he shouldn’t be long.

It wasn’t but 5 minutes later his phone started ringing again. He saved your number as Baby Bradshaw, knowing that this probably wouldn’t be the last time you called him.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Are you close?” As casual as you tried to sound, Jake could hear a slight bit of urgency.

“Five minutes away. Everything alright?” The hesitation that followed his question told him everything he needed to know. But he waited for your response before he pushed the issue further.

“Umm, it’s probably nothing. Just this guy by the bar keeps giving me this look and it’s making me feel a bit uncomfortable. But I’m also drunk and a tiny bit paranoid.” Jake pushed the accelerator down a bit further, breaking a few laws in order to get to you faster. He wasn't going to be blamed for getting the youngest Bradshaw in trouble.

“I’ve always been told to listen to your gut.” He heard the hum on the other end of the line as he blew through a red light.

“My gut is telling me they want tacos.” Jake couldn’t stop the laugh that came out.

“We can get you tacos on the way home, sweetheart. Now do me a favor and stand where a lot of people can see you. People like security or a bouncer. Can you do that for me?” He heard you hum again.

“Slight problem. He is following me now.” Jake’s heart started to beat faster and knew he needed to get there now.

“Shit. What did Bradley say. Thumb out, use your knuckles.” He shook his head trying to figure out what the hell you were saying. But it clicked a second too late.

“No don’t-“ He heard commotion on the other line and parked his truck right outside the bar. Flying out the door, he nearly ran into you as you were standing by the entrance with a bouncer blocking a guy with blood running from his nose from getting close to you.

Jake grabbed you before you could get around the bouncer and pulled you outside. “I told you to stay the hell away from me, you creep!” You were yelling at the guy all the way outside, letting him know you weren’t to be messed with. He wanted to go back in there and show the guy what happens when you mess with innocent people, but he knew leaving your side wouldn’t be for the best.

When the two of you were next to his truck, Jake let go and looked you over. Your face had a red tint to it from what he assumed had just happened, but besides that you looked to be in one piece. That was until he saw your eyes start to water.

He put a hand under your chin and lifted your head up. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You sniffed a few times and wiped the tear that managed to escape. “Bradley didn’t say how much it hurts to hit someone.”

Jake bit back a smile and looked down at your hand. While it was a bit red and would surely bruise tomorrow, it didn’t look too bad.

“He probably didn’t think you would ever have to do that. Why don’t we get you back home and you can tell me what happened.” He watched you nod your head and opened his passenger door for you, closing it when you were in.

He waited a few minutes after you were on the road before asking questions. “Want to tell me why you called me instead of your brother?”

You shook your head at the question. “Have you met my brother? It would be nonstop nagging for God knows how long. Anyone else seemed like the better option.” You paused as you remembered exactly who you were with.

“I will say I didn’t expect him to put your name in my phone. He seems to have a strong dislike for you.” Jake smirked at what you had said and shrugged his shoulders.

“He probably knew I had sisters and would do anything to make sure they were alright. Regardless on who they were related to.” You thought this over and nodded your head. It wasn’t long until the next question came.

“What happened at the bar?” You felt his eyes on you and knew he was more concerned than curious.

“The guy I told you was giving me weird looks ended up following me to the door. He stopped me and tried to grab my hand and even though I pulled it away, he kept coming at me. I don’t know, I guess I just felt like I needed to do something to stop him.” You missed the way Jake’s hands tightened on the steering wheel or the clench in his jaw.

“He was lucky I was 30 seconds behind, or he would’ve gotten more than a broken nose.” You looked over and saw how serious he was. A look your brother wore all too often.

“How long until you tell bird boy what happened?” Jakes eyes caught yours and you saw the conflict in them.

“If I was him, I would want to know something happened to my sister. But I will at least drop you off before I call him. Keep your phone on silent and say you fell asleep. That way you can push it off until he gets off tomorrow.” He heard your sigh but that was the end of that.

It was silent in the car until he heard you say, “I’m not as stupid as my brother makes me out to be.” Stupid was never a word he would have used to describe you. A little carefree maybe, but you knew what you were doing.

“I see someone who wants to have a little fun in their life while they can. Nothing wrong with that.” He glanced over to you to see you playing with your injured hand.

“You’re not as bad as they make you out to be either. Besides my brother, not many people would come and get me when they have to be up soon.” Jake held back a wince when he saw the time. A coffee run in the morning would be needed. Maybe he could talk Natasha into picking him up some from that place she always went to.

He pulled into your apartment complex and parked as close to your building as he could.

“Hey, sweetheart. You can call me anytime you need help, okay? I know your brother and I are not on great terms, but I know he would help me out when family is involved.” You gave him a small smile and thanked him for the ride.

He waited until you closed the door before he backed out of the parking lot, trying to figure out what he was going to say to Bradley. It was nearing 2am and calling him was oit of the question. So, he sent a simple text.

Hey man. Your sister called a random number in her contacts tonight and didn’t realize it was me. She needed a safe ride home and that exactly what I did. We can talk about it more at base, but wanted to let you know she is safe. -Hangman

He went to put his phone down when a text popped up. He prayed Bradley wasn’t awake, wanting to push the rest of that conversation off. But instead, it was baby Bradshaw with the text You never got me tacos.

Jake laughed out loud replying that he owes you some in the near future. With a spitfire attitude that you had, Jake saw the two of you becoming good friends. That’s if Bradley didn’t lock you up after tonight’s events.

A/N: Not too sure how I felt about this one but thinking about doing a Jake and Y/N friend series. Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you for reading!

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abbyromanoff · 7 months

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hello! can you write dom g!p student natasha x sub fem teacher reader?

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PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 3356

WARNINGS: smut, professor x student, cheating, mentions of Wanda x R, dark fic, mommy (N), degrading, praising, dubcon, recording, nat has a dick, breeding, mentions of belly bulges, mentions of guns and killing, veryyyy dark!Nat, somnophillia, Nat kinda babying R, threatening, think that’s all :)

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Your pen collided with the paper stacked upon others, a black line of ink following your every thread. Your lip was held by your teeth tightly while the computer's blazing glow shined through the dark room, being the only source of light as you found yourself too tired to reach out to the lamp across the room.

It was past midnight and you were well over your scheduled time but you had to grade these papers, the students were depending on them and you were lacking this month. You promised beforehand that they’d all see their results in a week or two but it passed that limit, and no matter how many times you apologized you still felt a nagging guilt when you were reminded of how aggravating it was for you to hear such things from your professors.

A sudden vibrate came from your phone and, even if you were in a deep focus, you were able to tear your eyes away for a fleeting moment to read the text coming from none other than Wanda, one of your students. The two of you shared a more intimate relationship than normal, but neither of you could stop yourselves. She was so beautiful and so intelligent, she always strived to receive the highest performance and often times found herself staying with you to complete work. Even in the silence, there was a sense of comfort and you wanted nothing more than to see how far this feeling could go, but she was your student and you were her professor, you thought there was nothing you could do.

That was until her lips landed on yours one afternoon when everyone had disappeared, leaving the two of you alone with no one to stop either of you. That night she went home with you, bringing you to multiple orgasms before you woke up next to her, lucky enough to realize it was a Saturday and you didn’t need to come into work. You left after a shared breakfast and peck to the lips that lasted longer than it should’ve. And then, your relationship started to blossom as you shared contacts and met up on occasion, careful enough to make sure no one could recognize the two of you.

Wands <3: Hello, my love! I hope work is going well and you’re not stressing yourself out too much. I just wanted to say goodnight since I finally finished my essay for Professor Rodgers, I was also thinking maybe we could see each other sometime this weekend. You know, to get our minds off the stress of papers and essays and assignments, all that boring stuff. Anyways, goodnight, and I hope you get home safely, I’ll hopefully see you soon!

The well-written paragraph almost seemed to release the tension that had been brewing inside of you, instead replacing it with a warm fuzzy sensation that had you blushing a deep red. You started to type out a well-thought-out response until you heard a small creaking. You assumed it was just due to the old pipes that you sent multiple requests in to be fixed and shrugged it off. That was until it continued.

“Hello? Anyone there?” You set your phone down and stood up, the laptop light now dimming the longer it was left unattended. It stopped for a moment and you started to believe it was all in your head, that was until you heard a loud, booming sound playing through what you guessed was a speaker. The projector suddenly lit up and was embraced with a video of you and Wanda on a coffee date at the cafe two blocks down, you gulped fearfully. You looked all around you, your heartbeat suddenly increasing its pace when you found nothing but a looming shadow in the corner.

“Who the fuck are you?” The video continued to play and that’s when you heard a deep moan, one that sounded all too familiar. You whipped your head around only to see a recording of Wanda going down on you while your hand laced through her hair, the other resting on your breasts as you helped her bring you to an orgasm.

“What the fuck?” Came your small whisper, confusion settling in and overpowering the fear you held.

“Mm, I remember that day very well.” Hands suddenly found themselves placed on your shoulders, making you jump at the contact before a chuckle left the unknown figure.

“Don’t be scared, love, I don’t bite. Well, unless you wanted me to, and after seeing that video I’m starting to think you’d very much enjoy that.” A lingering touch was planted on your hip as they turned you to face them, your eyes widening as you met the redhead’s green eyes in return.

“Hey, Professor.” You were suddenly very aware of the limited distance shared between you two and tried backing up discreetly, only to hear a clicking on her tongue in return.

“What do you want from me? How did you get those videos?” You asked timidly, feeling yourself now very much exposed with your opened buttons adorning your blouse. You noticed her staring at your chest as well, eyeing the black lace that made its way to the surface ever-so-swiftly.

“So many questions and so little of answers to give, what a shame.” She gave you a faux pout before biting her lip hungrily, palms rubbing at your sides softly as she seemed to be soaking in your curves.

“I’ve known about your relationship with Wanda for quite some time now and, my-oh-my, am I disappointed in you.” She stated, and without knowing why, you let your head fall in shame. “Don’t hide on me now, love, you seemed so confident when you were moaning her name, why so shy all of the sudden, hm?” You felt tears starting to form and sniffled, resulting in a mocking tone from the younger woman.

“Awh, don’t cry, you should know I don’t like cry babies.” She wrapped her arms tightly around your figure and brought you even closer to her body which radiated a strong perfume she wore. You couldn’t stop your head from leaning onto her chest as she ran her fingers through your soft locks that appeared messy from your state.

“You’ve been working so hard, haven’t you? Such a dumb baby, stressing yourself out so much, why don’t you have yourself a little break, yeah?” You nodded, a small sense of comfort forming in your brain at her words. She led you to where you sat at your desk and had you relax in her lap, kissing the top of your forehead while shushing your cries softly.

“Don’t be scared, baby, Mommy just wants to spend some time with her sweet angel.” A part of you wanted to scream and interrogate her on how she found such private moments of you, but the other part of you wanted to stay in her strong yet soft arms. You didn’t know if it was the tiredness or the overwhelming stress you found yourself sinking further into her hold.

“I think I know what could get you feeling so much better.” You felt the pads of her fingertips teasing your inner thighs through the tight pants you wore. Suddenly being very aware of the situation you were in, you started to whine, trying to form words but feeling too tired to speak.

“Shh, trust Mommy, okay? You’ve been working so, so hard lately, you deserve some of Mommy’s love, don’t you think?” She was your student, always hidden in the back as her eyes strayed towards you instead of your writing and words, this was wrong. Although, you couldn’t quite say that when knowing you did the same with another redhead. Shit. Wanda.

“N-no, we can’t, Nat-” You tried regaining your composure but your words seemed to come out bubbly and drawn out, your mind becoming too foggy as you were in desperate need of sleep.

“It’s Mommy to you, Professor. C’mon, you can’t tell me you don’t want this, you’ve practically been begging me to fuck you all year.” She remembered vividly whenever you’d bend over to direct a student in front of her, your ass being displayed generously to her eyes. Or whenever you’d help her even if she lied when saying she needed it, and the pet names that rolled off your tongue sent her in a spiral, she even convinced herself it meant more than you intended it to. She was so delusional, thinking that everything you did was purposeful and that you only saw Wanda as a way to replace your love for Natasha, even though that was far from the truth.

“You don’t know how badly I despise that asshole for taking you away from me, but it’s okay now, we’ll be together soon enough, I promise.” You shook your head but she held it firmly in her palm, bringing you as close as possible to her chest while forcing the quietness in you.

“I dreamt of the day you’d finally admit your love for me and let me show you how badly I want you, but then she got in the way and ruined everything. Not to worry though, I know you’ll end things with her before I end her myself.” She grinned as you tensed in her hold, only to stroke your cheek softly while her eyes deemed into yours. She could feel herself growing impossibly harder the more she held back, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to for much longer.

“You need to get some sleep, little one. You’ve been working such long hours, such a hard little worker you are. C’mon, get some rest and Mommy will take care of you.” You denied it again and again, knowing you were going to lose as your eyes started to close on you. They felt heavy, unbelievably heavy, at that.

“You know you’re not going to win this one. Just give in, Mommy would never hurt her precious baby.” Your mind was turning foggy with the way she spoke so gently along with the way she held you as if she never wanted to let go, you knew you were a goner.

“That’s it, don’t worry, just rest now, love.” She smiled to herself when seeing your eyes fully close, no matter how much she loved them she’d rather see them closed over while she fucked you into unconsciousness.

She set your body on the wooden desk after clearing the stacks of papers and ruined pens. Her hands came to spread your thighs instantly, growing more and more desperate the longer she waited. Her cock was practically drooling at the sight of you as she reached beneath the barrier of her pants and boxers to cup herself, shuddering in pleasure as she welcomed the bliss that followed.

“Such a perfect slut, already so compliant for Mommy.” Your belt was thrown as she pulled down your pants until she was greeted with the wet patch forming on your panties. You looked so adorable like this, she just had to keep it in her memories forever.

Grabbing her phone she took a few quick images that she knew she’d spend hours jerking off to the rest of the semester. That’s when a thought came to her. Setting up her phone against your laptop she pressed the red record button and smiled at the thought, turning back to you where she continued to remove the little amount of clothing you had on. Joining the pile of fabrics were your blouse and soon after your bralette that she spent an extra moment admiring.

She quickly did the same to herself as she stood stark-naked in front of you, your body only being covered by the little undergarment left.

“Look at how precious my angel is, so fucking perfect.” She grasped the phone in her hand as she directed the camera towards you, letting the lack of audience watch as she stroked her length over your covered cunt.

“This has been a fantasy of mine for some time now, sweetheart. Mommy’s so happy you’ve been so obedient, I knew you would.” She found herself coming to a quick release as spurts of her cum splashed your body before she aimed toward your breasts, moaning lowly as she painted your perky nipples white.

She set the electronic back down before leaning in and pressing a kiss against your dry lips, frowning as you shuffled slightly in your sleep. Her cock was aching to be inside of you by now, a throbbing redness appearing on her tip as she teased herself against your clit. That only seemed to edge her further until she finally let herself break and prodded at your hole, using your wetness as a form of lube. She was shocked to see you nearly dripping even when you tried to deny ever wanting this, ‘such a dumb whore’, she thought.

“Oh, yes, you feel so fucking amazing! Even better than I knew you would be.” She moaned dryly and thrusted her hips slightly, feeling yourself take her deeper and deeper until her pelvis bone was pressing into yours.

It was like you were made for her as you wrapped around her perfectly, and in her mind, you two were meant to be. She tried to erase the thought of Wanda from her mind, of the lude acts you two shared when you thought no one knew, but it only angered her further.

She knew you loved her, that’s what she convinced herself of at least. All the touches, the whispered words, they were meant for her and for a reason. Wanda did nothing to deserve your love, but Nat had been watching over you and keeping you from harm, only you never knew. And if you did, you’d most likely freak, but she didn’t want you to be scared, especially not of her.

“I’ll kill that bitch if she ever comes near you again, I fucking promise, baby.” The way you were sucking her in, your walls trapping her in place, this was all the proof she needed. There was no doubt in her mind that you’d spend the rest of your life with her. After all, she got whatever it was that she wanted.

“Oh, look who’s waking up.” Your eyes fluttered open as a whimper tumbled from your lips instantly. She smiled in your direction before grasping your chin in her fingertips, turning your head to face the camera still pointing towards the two of you.

“You look so cute, can’t wait to fill that pretty mouth with my cock.” You were slowly coming to your senses when you felt your back scratching against the desk as her hips continued to slap against yours, creating a loud clapping that echoed across the large room.

“Nat- ah!” You wanted to tell her to stop, that you’d report her for such horrid acts, but you couldn’t. The fact that it was so wrong made it feel even better, that seemed to be an occasional occurrence with you.

“Tell me you want me to stop, tell Mommy you don’t want it.” She was aching to hear it, to hear you beg her for less, knowing you wanted more.

“Please- please stop! I can’t take it!” She covered your mouth with her hand when your pleads came out, shushing you with that soft yet raspy voice of hers.

“Shh, don’t want anyone to hear ‘ya now. How do you think they’d react seeing a professor getting used by their student like a pathetic slut?” Your breath was coming to a regular, your heart finally returning to a normal beat as you accepted your fate. But something about the way her cock teased that spot deep inside of you that had you squirming made it all the better.

“You want Mommy to play with your clit? Yeah? Awh, all you have to do is ask, sweetie.” She spoke when your hand came to rub your swollen bud in a hurry, moan after moan leaving your mouth in response. She slapped your palm away and replaced it with her own, using her thumb to rub harshly and she smirked when hearing your juices spraying against her fingers.

“Oh my, baby, look at that!” Your mouth went slack as you squirted on her length, basking in the sweet pleasure she brought you.

“M-mommy! Mommy- please-“ She chuckled dryly at your babbled words.

“Yeah? You need something? Or are you too dumbed down to speak?” You bit your lip, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“My brainless little doll, you like it when Mommy fucks that nice spot?” Your nods were rapid even if you had barely any knowledge of what she said.

“I’m gonna cum in this dirty little cunt, and you’re gonna take all of it like a good girl, alright?” There was no time to agree as you felt a warm liquid starting to fill you up, your walls being painted white while she pressed down on your stomach lightly, smirking when she felt a small bulge.

“God, you’re gonna be the best Mommy ever, you’ll look so fucking sexy all round and full. It’ll be a constant reminder of how you let your student use you like a worn-out whore.” The video ended and Wanda stared at her phone with tears ready to spill. Nat had sent her a file to which she thought would be notes from class, she never really liked the redhead but she was able to get used to her annoying antics. But now, she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to step foot in that class or look at you the same. She knew you were asleep during the first half, but you accepted her request in the end. Would she forgive you? How would she ever be able to go on another date knowing her classmate was fucking you not too long ago.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and, while being hesitant to open it, Wanda eventually gave in but what greeted her was not you ready to meet up like she asked. No, it was someone else. Someone who held a loaded gun in her hand.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’d kill you if you ever look at them again.” The woman stated, laughing at the fear in the girl's eyes.

“So, I’ll give you some hope. You remove all contact you have with Y/N right now, then you pack up your bags and leave in less than twenty-four hours, got that?” When she nodded, Nat continued. “Then, you’re going to go as far as you can, somewhere that I’ll never have to see you again or I might just have to shoot your little brains out, Wands.” She twirled the gun in her hand as if it was a joke, a silly old laugh between two friends, but it was anything but.

“Well, I would say I hope to see you around but I guess you’ll be leaving now.” She gave an exaggerated pout and stuck her foot in the door when Wanda tried to close it in a hurry.

“If I come back here tomorrow and I see you’re still here, you won’t be the only blood splattered on the wall.” She whispered, thankful no one was nearby to hear her threatening words.

“Well, bye now!” She left with a smile planted on her face, knowing there was no chance of you and Wanda anymore. You were hers entirely, every part of you belonged to her and it would continue to stay that way.

Wanda closed her door with widened eyes, turning to face the body lying on her bed who seemed to have just woken from a nap.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, walking towards her as she refused to even look at you.

“I- uhm, I need to go.” She left before you could say a word, leaving the two of you with pieces of your heart damaged while Nat’s was perfectly healed, all while she was the one holding you at night.

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pupkashi · 7 months

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love comes easy when it’s gojo

a/n: what are you guys talking about chapter 236 ? the manga ended a while ago lol they’re all happy and safe ! don’t be silly guys >.< (I’m deep in denial no one hmu)

wordcount: 728

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loving satoru gojo was easy.

it was easy falling in love with him when you first began talking to him, stolen glances and flushed faces when either of you caught the other.

it came to you like second nature to play along with his jokes. your minds practically syncing up the second your eyes connected, silly grins on your faces as you both cracked dumb jokes.

there was something almost instinctive that had you intertwining your fingers with his, the tv on the show now background noise as satoru practically lay on top of you.

“what should we get for dinner?” you mumbled, half paying attention to the action on the screen, eyes landing on the mop of white hair in your lap.

satoru hummed, adjusting himself so that he was on his back and staring up at you, “want me to cook?” there was a smile playing on his lips as you pursed your lips at him.

“depends” you smile, “what is chef gojo gonna cook up for us tonight?” the smile on his face was evident now as he sat upright.

“maybe some instant ramen?” eyes glimmering as he speaks up again, “im feeling a bit fancy so how ‘bout i add an egg in there too.”

“an egg? you spoil me satoru,” you tease, watching as satoru pushes himself off the couch, stretching a bit. the bottom of his shirt lifts a bit and you catch his lower belly, smiling to yourself.

“oh but when you bend over i can’t whistle at you?” he pouts, catching the way you were practically giggling.

“satoru we were in a meeting with the higher ups,” you retort. the sorcerer only scoffs, mumbling something and heading into the kitchen.

it was easy to love satoru when he was carrying you out in the pouring rain, a cheesy love song blaring through his phone speakers in his pocket.

“dance with me!” his dimples peeking out and his eyes crinkling a bit as he laughed at your now soaked shirt.

you want to be angry, you want to scold him because he just got over the flu and this is gonna be terrible for him. but the small droplets of water collecting at the end of his white hair and sticking messily to his forehead make you keep your mouth shut.

you don’t say anything as you extend your arm out, giggling when he quickly pulls you into him by the waist, immediately pressing his lips onto yours, teeth hitting each other as the two of you burst into giggles.

“cyndi lauper is your go to?” you laugh, barely audible over the downpour surrounding the two of you.

“it was either her or whitney houston ” he smiles, turning his infinity on when he sees you shiver in the slightest, being sure to include you in it.

it was easy loving satoru gojo when he was shampooing your hair, kissing your shoulder and wrapping warm towels around you.

it was easy to fall deeper in love with him when the two of you are in bed, sweet nothings being interchanged between the two of you.

“i love you, angel boy,” you whisper, loving the way his cheeks grew pink, the grin on his lips growing as he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck.

“i love you more, sweets” his voice is softer, more vulnerable, than usual. there’s nothing on his mind except you, and there’s nothing on yours except him.

it’s when the two of you are making breakfast together, movements flowing easily as he passes you the eggs and he plates the pancakes. when you’re both sitting way too close to each other on the huge couch in the living room, pillows and blankets surrounding the two of you.

when you hand each other things without even uttering a word. when you sit in rare silence with your lover, the comfort of each others presence being enough for the two of you.

when he’s bringing home flowers or you’re making him his favorite foods, when you’re blushing at his shower of compliments and he’s running away the second you call him handsome.

it’s in between laundry loads and making plans that you both realize how easy love comes to each other.

loving satoru gojo was easy, especially when you fell in love with him all over everyday.

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bookshelfdreams · 1 year

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Favourite german colloquialisms and idioms

Ein Freund zum Pferdestehlen (lit: a friend to steal horses with) A reliable, loyal, and trustworthy friend, someone you can depend on 100%

Mit jemandem ein Hühnchen zu rupfen haben (lit: to have a chicken to pluck with someone) to have an unfinished argument/dispute/disagreement with someone that one will finish as soon as they see the person again, who will then probably "experience their blue miracle" (sein/ihr blaues Wunder erleben): get their ass handed to them.

Die Sau rauslassen (lit: to let the sow loose) To throw down at a party

Sows are generally an intensifier. Either in wie Sau (as fuck), the adverb saumäßig, or just add the prefix sau- to an adjective of your choice.

Auf dem Teppich bleiben (lit: to stay on the carpet) to quit being overdramatic, to stay grounded in reality and not let emotions take over a debate. Same meaning: Die Kirche im Dorf lassen (lit: to leave the church in the village)

Das geflügelte Wort (lit: the winged word) Figure of speech, idiom

Sich etwas ans Bein binden (lit: to tie something to one’s leg) To burden oneself with something that’s more trouble than it’s worth

Das Leben ist kein Ponyhof (lit: life is no pony farm) Life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows

Jemandem den Marsch blasen (lit: to blow the march for someone) to scold someone very harshly. Also: jemandem die Meinung geigen (to play someone one’s opinion on the violin), jemanden anscheißen (to shit on someone)

Auch ein blindes Huhn findet mal ein Korn (lit: even a blind chicken sometimes finds a seed) A stopped clock is right twice a day

Backfisch (m.) (lit: baked fish) teenage girl; this one's a bit old-fashioned

Nicht alle Tassen im Schrank haben (lit: to miss some cups from the cupboard) To be crazy, insane, idiotic. The things people can miss to express this sentiment are quite diverse (and this is something people really like to get creative with): needles from the fir tree, battens from the fence, lightbulbs from the chandelier, cookies from the jar…

Die Radieschen von unten ansehen (lit: to view radishes from below) To be dead. Variations exist with almost any plant imaginable, most notably tulips and grass

Was die Sonne nicht heilt, deckt die Erde zu (lit: what the sun can’t heal, the earth shall cover) This health problem will either resolve itself or the speaker will die from it, in any case it will be over eventually

Da warst du noch Quark im Schaufenster (lit: Back then you were curd in the shop window) Back then, you weren’t even conceived

Eine (neue) Sau durchs Dorf treiben (lit: to drive a (new) sow through the village) to manufacture short-lived public outrage that will soon be replaced by a new scandal

Hanswurst (m) (lit: Hans Sausage) a ridiculous, funny person, fool, clown (but not an actual clown from the circus)

Man hat schon Pferde (vor der Apotheke) kotzen sehen (lit: horses have been seen vomiting (in front of the pharmacy)) stranger things have happened

wilde Ehe (lit: wild marriage) to live together/have a family together without being actually married

Bauernfänger (m.) (lit: farmer catcher) Conman. Not to be confused with:

Rattenfänger (m.) (lit: rat catcher) political agitator, demagogue

Noch feucht hinter den Ohren sein (lit: to be still wet behind the ears) to be inexperienced/a newbie

Du hast wohl den Schuss nicht gehört (lit: Have you not heard the shot?) Are you out of your fucking mind?

Da sind Hopfen und Malz verloren (lit: hops and malt are lost here) A hopeless case

Völkerverständigung (f.) (lit: understanding between peoples/nations) Getting to know people from other nations, making an effort to understand their culture and showing them yours in turn. The building of international relationships based on mutual respect and equality. Diplomacy. Also: Völkerfreundschaft (friendship between peoples/nations)

Sich den Arsch aufreißen (lit: to rip one’s ass open) to work very hard

Es ist noch kein Meister vom Himmel gefallen (lit: no master has fallen from the sky yet) nobody is born an expert; keep trying and you’ll get there!

Mach mal die Augen zu, dann siehst du was deine ist (lit: close your eyes then you’ll see what’s yours) I heard this a lot as a child and now I never feel entitled to anything, ever

Da geht mir das Messer in der Tasche auf (lit: this opens the knife in my pocket) I think this is infuriating and I’m about to figuratively stab you (loads of expressions for this sentiment but this is my fave)

Kinderstube (f) (lit: children’s chamber) upbringing, education. Someone who doesn’t have Kinderstube has no manners

Waisenknabe / Chorknabe (m) (lit: orphan boy / choir boy) someone who is innocent, virtuous, well-behaved and an all-around lovely person. Often used ironically.

Maulaffen feilhalten (lit: to sell mouth monkeys) to stand around gaping with your mouth open instead of doing something useful

Ach du grüne Neune/liebes Lieschen (lit: oh you green nine/dear Lieschen) oh my!

Käseblatt (n) (lit: cheese sheet) a newspaper of very poor journalistic quality

Jemandem ein X für ein U vormachen (lit: to try to sell an X as a U) To scam or trick someone. Same meaning: Jemanden über den Tisch ziehen (to drag someone over the table). Not to be confused with:

Jemanden/etwas durch den Kakao ziehen - (lit: to drag someone/something through the cocoa) To make fun of or parody someone/something

Steckenpferd (m.) (lit: stick horse) hobby

Da will man nicht tot überm Zaun hängen (lit: where one doesn’t want to hang dead over the fence) Just to make sure you know exactly how awful this town/village and its inhabitants are

Schnapsidee (f) (lit: schnapps idea) an idea that only a very drunk person would conceive of or consider good

Held im Erdbeerfeld (lit: hero in the strawberry field) Someone who sees themself as a great hero without any real skills/achievements to back this up

Leben wie Gott in Frankreich (lit: to live like God in France) to live the high life

#i have kept this in the drafts for *foghorn noise* years #might as well post it now that i have dug it up again #i am sure i will remember 58 things i wish i had added as soon as its posted #german stuff

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Thinking about the concept of cloth or soft things in general being considered luxury to cybertronians, and just imagining one using their holoform to enter a bedroom for the first time. There a big soft berth that sinks under their weight, an entire pile of warm insulating plush fabric, and even more small soft pads that they put their heads on! Could you imagine their reaction to a carpeted room? They even put soft things on the ground they walk on! It would be like looking at one of ridiculously luxurious mansions that are so loaded up with fancy things that it almost looks like a parody

This conjured up a little idea in me with ROTB Mirage, enjoy!

"Watch your shoulders on the-!"

CRUNCH

"...Door frame." So much for getting your deposit back. Mirage shot you a crooked grin, brushing some of the sheet-rock dust off of his shoulder pauldron.

"Sorry 'bout that, sweetspark. No big deal, you can patch that up no problem!"

When Noah had told you that Mirage was able to change his size you had only partially believed him. After all, according to his own stories, the Mirage that was barely larger than Noah in Peru had also had several significant pieces blasted off of his gargantuan frame. And yet, here he was. Fully repaired, mass-shifted to a mere seven-and-a-half feet tall. And sure, he still had to stoop to avoid taking out your ceiling fan. But here he was, in your meager apartment.

It was an equally unfamiliar locale for Mirage himself, having only caught peeks of your living quarters from the alleyway outside. The shag carpet was plush under his pedes, ridiculously soft to the touch. And sure, he'd owned a few of his own garments back in the Towers, in pre-war time, but it still paled in comparison to your room with its thick curtains, fluffy carpeting, and the dozen or so plush organic creatures littering your bed.

"Do you wanna listen to something? You can sit on the bed, if you want. You're probably too big for my desk chair." You were already rifling through your tapes, gesturing to the bed with your free hand and currently oblivious to Mirage's wide-optic stare. He took a careful seat on the edge and Primus, the entire mattress sunk and molded around his bulky frame. It was heavenly. He took one of your stuffed animals between his servos and squeezed, marveling at the squish.

"Man, I can't believe y'all live like this!" He laughed, draping himself backwards onto your bed with a warning creak. "It's comfy, that's for sure. But I don't think I could sleep on somethin' like this. It might swallow me up mid-recharge. And what's with all these little soft organics?"

"Says the guy who sleeps on the floor of a garage. I'd have aches in muscles I didn't even know existed." You pressed Talking Heads 'Speaking In Tongues' into the player with a familiar click, the beginning lick of Burning Down The House echoing through the tinny speaker as you flopped down next to Mirage. "And you're strangling Hello Kitty. They're cute, and soft, and that's kind of all there is to it? Kids like to play with them, too."

"Huh! Cute. Seems like your style. The whole hab seems like your style, actually. All soft and shit. " He handed you back your slightly-dented Hello Kitty, letting out a lazy ex-vent as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. "Well what should we do now?~ You got me all the way up into your berth, aren't you gonna do somethin' about it?"

You barked out a laugh, turning your head to see Mirage's playfully smarmy grin aimed down at you. "Was that your ploy? Show off your cool alien shape-shifting just so you could get in my bed?"

"That depends. Is it working?~"

"Maybe.~"

#transformers #transformers x reader #x reader #mirage #mirage x reader #tf mirage #rotb mirage #rise of the beasts #pink chat #anon

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jimmy-dipthong · 10 months

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ツッコミ, Japanese comedy, and linguistic relativity

Recently, I’ve noticed that while watching Japanese comedy in Japanese, I’ve started laughing at the ツッコミ, when before I would just laugh at the ボケ, or not laugh at all. I used to complain to my Japanese partner that I thought ツッコミ was unnecessary. So what changed? Why have I started laughing at it?

On QI, when asked if he came to a theory about the nature of jokes while writing his book The Naked Jape, Jimmy Carr said,

“There’s all these different theories from around the world, and they’re all pretty much nonsense. They all work in exactly the same way though. All jokes are sort of two stories. So the first story makes you make an assumption, and the second story makes you realise that the assumption was wrong” — Link to video

This is backed up by other research into theories of humour and is called the Incongruous juxtaposition theory.

ツッコミ, like all jokes, works like this. The first “story” (aka the setup) is the ボケ, usually something weird or absurd. The second “story” (aka the punchline) is the ツッコミ, which points out that the weird thing is weird.

When I first saw ツッコミ on a tv show, I didn’t think it was very funny. Why not just say the absurd thing and leave it at that - the weird part is the funny part, right? I don’t need to be told it’s absurd. However, I now think it’s more complicated than that.

In the english speaking world, usually our setups are pretty normal sounding, and then the punchline is absurd. So we begin to conflate “absurd” with “punchline: laugh now”, because when you hear something absurd, that’s when you’re supposed to laugh - that’s when the laugh track plays on the sitcom; that’s the point in the anecdote when your friends start laughing; that’s when the people around you are laughing and you’re expected to laugh too. In contrast, the opposite is true for japanese jokes: the setup is absurd and the punchline is the status quo.

(I realise this is a gross oversimplification of how comedy works but bear with me)

Japanese people experience the opposite: they conflate “status quo” with “punchline: laugh now”, because that’s when they're supposed to laugh. What is “funny” is such a social question that it’s entirely dependent on culture. Funniness is a self-fulfilling prophecy - if something is considered funny, then it’s funny. Japanese people have been conditioned to find their ツッコミ punchlines funny, just like we have been conditioned to find our punchlines funny.

So, the “laugh now” signpost looks different for english speakers vs japanese speakers. Why does that make me laugh at a ツッコミ joke in Japanese but not in English? I believe it comes from where my brain starts recognising “a joke has begun”. (Side note: I think in English, we’re more likely to retroactively recognise something as a setup to a joke)

For example, let’s take the scene from Ranking of Kings I already partially discussed in my Why Are Anime Translations So Bad post.

In this scene, we’re given a setup. These orcs are harassing Despa's apprentice Bojji in a tavern, but Despa doesn’t seem like he’ll be provoked. He’s controlling himself - acting very mature. Then one of the orcs makes fun of Despa’s face, and Despa immediately punches him through a table and exclaims “You can insult my apprentice, but I won’t let you insult me!” Classic English-style punchline.

But then, Kage comes in and says “逆でしょ！” which doesn’t have a great translation but it’s something like “You've got it backwards!” As an English speaking audience, this feels unnecessary. We already laughed! Kage’s overexplaining the joke!

But when I was watching this in Japanese, I recognised Despa’s line as the setup, and unintentionally waited before laughing, because I knew the real punchline was coming after it. It was only until I was doing research for that anime translations post that I realised Kage’s punchline wasn’t funny in English at all.

All of this to say, laughter is a social and cultural behaviour and (I believe) we laugh to show others that we understood some sort of juxtaposition. That’s why people tend to laugh more at stand up comedy when they’re in the audience as opposed to watching it alone on their phone. Even when we’re alone, because those social and cultural influences are imprinted on our brains, we laugh. And language is the ultimate cultural compartmentalisation tool. When I speak Japanese, I need to be aware of cultural constructs (such as respect hierarchy) that simply do not exist in my native language (Australian English). Which means when I’m watching something in Japanese, the social and cultural influences that I subconsciously let affect my brain at that moment will be different, which leads to me finding different things funny at different times. This idea is known as linguistic relativity, or the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, made famous by the fantastic film Arrival (it's also apparently quite hotly debated and misunderstood, but that's a post for another day).

To get back to my original question - What changed? Well, I think I finally managed to soak in enough subconscious cultural understanding of what to expect in a Japanese joke that now I end up laughing along with everyone else! Being in “Japanese mode” makes me subconsciously aware of different cultural norms (including comedy norms now), which means I might find a joke hilarious in Japanese, and not funny at all in English, even if it was somehow perfectly translated without losing or gaining any extra meaning. I think this is probably true for all multilingual people.

#langblr #japanese #japanese langblr #language acquisition #language learning #linguistics #japanese language #language #learning japanese #jimmy blogthong #comedy #linguistic relativity #japanese culture #anime

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eternallyseverus · 11 months

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Severus Snape comforting his S/O | HC?

| Words 480 Summary: Not sure if this can be considered HC or not but well. To me these are HC of how I think Sev would be comforting his S/O.

A/N: I am not a English speaker. Also, this is my first time doing Headcanons but not sure if these can be considered as such. Please be understanding ;; Still it's something short but I hope you like it! ♥ Also, I have opened my ask, you can cask me or comment me there since I can not reply in comments!

Triggers / Warnings: Insecurity maybe? S/O is sad / upset / angry. If I am forgetting something let me know.

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Severus started to get used to comfort, love and kind words when he met you and despite of the time that has passed and all of the reassuring words and talk there is still that lingering feeling of him feeling unworthy of love

And that he is not able to comfort you or give you the love you deserve

That’s why you guided him multiple times about what you liked or disliked

Never pressured him and he went at his own pace

Still the first times he would panic trying to remember the talk the two of you had gotten in the past and going through the lists of how to comfort you

That’s why every time you arrived back from work or from anywhere and sensed something happened he would just take a few minutes to see you: if you kissed him, if you seemed off or if you seemed to feel annoyed or irritated

If he was sure that something was going on he tried to talk to himself first to convince that it wasn’t because of him

Due to his past sometimes he felt that some bad things happening was due to him and this is something he had to change that’s why he would always ask you a ‘what did happen?’

And of course you always tried to explain to him to vent out and of course to help him with the feeling of guilt. You knew he really tried.

While you were telling him what happened he would be listening to you, nodding his head leaving soft hums to let you know he cares and he is focusing on you. Only you.

Sometimes depending on where the two of you were talking he would try to comfort you by stroking your hair.

But if you were not really in the mood he would leave you be and give you your space.

He is not good with love but he is good at small gestures that’s why he would make sure to go outside, no matter which time it is to buy your favourite snacks or to cook (if you had the ingredients) your comfort food.

Preparing a warm bath, playing your comfort movie or lighting your favourite candles would be also part of his gesture to comfort you.

He would do all of this silently not wanting to disturb you and giving you all the time needed to heal and get better.

Once you were better in the mood, you would be calling for his hugs and he would lay on bed, hugging you and reading out loud the book he is reading at that moment until you were relaxed and asleep.

And then he would smile, placing a kiss on your forehead, whispering how much he loves you and feeling his chest warm because he was able to help you in these rough times.

#severus snape #professor snape #snape #pro snape #snape imagines #severus x you #severus x y/n #severus x reader #severus snape x y/n #severus snape x reader #severus fluff #severus headcanons #snape headcanons #harry potter

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An Alastor redesign!!

alright i have many thoughts abt this funny fella. keep reading for the design process + lots of ideas

ok so. i think he has too many "themes" going on - deer, radio, voodoo, shadow powers, tentacles, deal making, the list goes on. To have a balanced character one must make their "deal" clear and stick to only a few themes! So, based on that i chose to focus on the radio and deer aspect and then sprinkle some of the rest here and there.

To start, i wanted to make the main themes - radio and deer - crystal clear from his appearance. So i gave him some bulky headphones, similar to the ones radio hosts would use when broadcasting (and he's always broadcasting! more on that later) and painted his skin in deer-like patterns (freckles like deer spots!!! cute). i also gave him antenna/radio towers for his deer antlers.

Secondly, i got rid of his hairstyle and ears. but those are his main thing! i know but look it just doesnt fit much. Alastor is a mixed polite gentleman radio host in the 30's, and his hairstyle should if not directly reflect his past life, at the very least it should hint at it, and that bob cut is way too modern. what about the ears then? personal biased choice, really.

i played around with multiple ideas, throwing shit at the wall and seeing what stuck. i liked the idea of his hair having some curls like an old telephone wire and tried to mix that somehow with popular hairstyles for men in the 30's. don't mind the quality of the sketches

Next, his outfit! (the picture has the outdated hairstyle, which i changed cause i thought it didn't fit his gentleman vibe, despite really liking how it looked)

most of the changes i did were either because of personal opinion or because i had an interesting idea. i also wanted to keep the red suit going so that i did.

i gave his little mic little antlers and also a little "screen" that shows the radio waves it's recording, cause i think that's a neat look. some stripped pants cause it seems it was popular in his time, and his buttons are actually radio dials! i also kept the bowtie.

Alright, for the fun part now! when compared to Vox, who's the tv demon and quite literally a tv, Alastor sure didn't enough radio elements in his own body. so i had this idea, what if he had a radio built into his chest? instead of his voice (or whatever sounds he wants) coming out of his mouth, it would emanate from this radio, still with that old-timey effect he has. i also gave him a radio frequency dial that would change on it's own, maybe depending on his mood or when he's using his powers in a certain way, i havent fully decided yet.

Now, about his powers. most of them would work the same way, with a few tweaks. Since he's mouth-mute and is broadcasting his voice through the radio, i think it'd be cool if he made his voice echo from all nearby speakers - phones, tvs, whatever, he'd hijack them to ensure he's properly heard and grab everyone's attention, using the power his mic grants him. he could also be able to eavesdrop on audio transmitted through radio waves, so no phone calls or tv signals would be safe or private near him. when he wants to reach more people or crank up the volume his antlers would grow, extending the signal's range. with this, when he's angry or wants to look threatening, his antlers would shoot up, feeling like he's shouting at you from every direction. he'd fill the air with static, making your hair (literally) stand on end, and distort the sound around him to make sure only his voice is heard if he wants it to. these moments are when i imagine his frequency tune dial and button-dials spinning erratically on his body.

now onto his shadow and tentacle powers. i felt they didn't quite match his overall vibe BUT since they're such a core part of him i couldn't get rid of them. so i figured they could be like extra power granted to him after he struck the deal for his soul, very convenient and powerful but not entirely his own. breaking the deal would also mean losing that power which could be interesting for him considering how power-hungry he usually is and how truly desperate he would have to be to break the deal anyways. And so, since his shadow puppets (the ones he uses to fight adam and have the wall fixed) wouldn't be his this way, i changed it so they'd look like deer instead! and its part of his own power set. when the souls he owns and he "teared apart" aren't screaming on the broadcast he could summon them in and they'd help his fights out, just like normal.

heres some more sketches!

as some final notes, after his battle with adam some fun things would happen. with his mic broke and his wound fucking up the radio he has on his chest he'd have no way to broadcast his voice out, which would mean our beloved radio host would be unable to speak until he either fixed his mic or managed to heal up completely. fun stuff :)

thank you if u read all of this or just scrolled for the pictures, im grateful anyway. i want to make it clear i didnt make this redesign to "be better" than the original but rather as a fun creative assignment i gave myself, to enhance what i like about Alastor and smooth out the hard edges. i also wanna say i took inspiration from many things in the community - other redesigns, theories, rambles, they all helped me come up with this one. shoutouts to u all too

#this redesign took me so much time its not even funny #funny deer man is living rent free in my head now #send help #tw eyestrain #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel redesign #alastor redesign #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #cosq hazbin art #cosq art

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en-whims · 1 year

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𝄞 FAINT LINE | PARK JONGSEONG

the fifth instalment from the "Narratives from the Walkman: a 90's love collective" series

genres: fluff; ex rival!jay; ex fubu!jay; enemies to lovers (?); angst if you squint | wc: 2k | pairing: jay x fem!reader | warnings: non-explicit sexual themes; mentions of the words synonymous to ‘sex’ | tagging: @yenqa @yjjungwon @sophialosthercardigan @saucyjaeyun

[ 👤 ] SIDE A ; BOY 5 ㅡ PARK JONGSEONG

°❝ won't find the answer in anyone else

will be a secret song for ourselves

i'll write you a letter to read when you're down

you'll be the promise that i want to keep. ❞°

[ 🎧 ] SIDE B ; TRACK 5 ㅡ fall into you by devinta trista

Turning up at your college friend’s wedding reception was one of the unexpected things you did tonight. You were drowning in paperwork lately, and you just wanted it all to be finished by the following day.

But here you were in a body-tight, velvety black dress, champagne glass in hand, and a throbbing heart with a mind full of what-ifs. You impulsively thought of the things that could go unplanned tonight. What could go wrong, right?

The colorful lights glimmered across the hall as the disco ball gradually turned itself around. You weren’t sure why you came at first, but now that you were feeling the vibe, it made you want to go back to the graduation ball of ‘95 when you spent it with your best friend turned lover for the night turned best friend again in his flat after a few wine and chaste kisses.

It’s been a while since you last saw Heeseung. A good seven years to be exact.

Unlike Ni-ki and Sunghoon, Heeseung sent you messages of comfort and even flirting at times, until he got himself a girlfriend in the same place he had been working at. You would find yourself smiling at random, thinking about him finally getting the love he deserves.

You walked further to where some of your old classmates were huddled at. A glint of happiness flashed upon your face when you saw Jungwon— a close friend of yours since college. He was always reserved and there were oftentimes when he just disappeared from your side and you would find him in the library the next instant.

You got used to it, after all, you were always assigned next to one another in seating arrangements for the whole course of your college years. You felt like you knew him pretty well.

He’s just… always there. But you’re not that comfy with each other compared to your best friends, the ones that left you. Jungwon’s got a squad of his own where people called them ‘nerds’ or ‘geeks’. Of course, at one time you were a part of it, but after the whole shenanigans with Jay during your sophomore year, people started looking at you like a different person.

To them, it was a good thing, but to you and Jay, it never was.

But Jungwon’s another story for another time.

“Hey, there cutie!” You gently nudged him on the side.

“Y/n— h… hi,”

“Not gonna lie, you look way more handsome without the glasses. Dude, when did you get rid of them?” Jungwon ran a hand across his nape as he smiled sheepishly at your compliment. “I thought maybe getting rid of it would help me from being too dependent on them. I guess it worked.” He shrugs.

In the midst of your catching up, a slow, romantic song played through the speakers hanging against every corner of the hall. You hang your lips on the brim of your wine glass as you look around, slowly feeling the awkwardness between you and your friend. You were never this loud and chatty with him.

The things you would often talk about were mostly centered around your course— mainly the subjects you’re taking and the advanced classes he took.

“Y/n?” You quickly shot him a look of surprise when you felt the warmth of his breath against the back of your shoulder blades. “Do you… can you… would you like to dance with me?” You always find it cute when he nibbles the inside of his lower lip and he knits his eyebrows together in contemplation.

A habit of his when he stutters and finds it hard to rephrase his words. “I would love to.”

He gently grabbed your hand when you locked your fingers with him, guiding you to the center of the hall together with a few other couples slowly swaying their bodies to the ballad. You thought it was very manly of him to dominantly put your hands on the back of his neck and gently pull you closer to him, giving you two a fair distance as he rested his gaze upon your lips.

But far from the slow dancers and the gradual turn of the disco lights, stood another man with a hand tucked in his pocket and the other slowly swirling a wine glass, carefully squinting his eyes in observance at an oddly friendly pair.

With Jay's mouth agape and eyes opened wide, he knew he must keep himself very still while he waited for a chance to longingly look at that familiar face for utter proof. But there was no use in waiting when your name bounced off the room in repeated cheers and awe.

He walked towards the direction of where you and Jungwon were with a plan in mind until your dance partner twirled you around, making Jay stop in his tracks and look at how genuine your smile was with another guy. Everyone cooed and whistled at Jungwon's little stunt, but the latter wasn’t one to let his guard down.

Jay walked further to where you were and knowingly cleared his throat just for everyone to look at him in awkward silence. “Can I have my girl back, Jungwon?”

You stood there for a long while until you leaned in closer to Jungwon's ear for a whisper that made him walk away from you with a forced smile etched on his face.

Everyone then went back to what they were doing, and you walked closer to where your former rival was. “Nice way to steal everyone’s attention.” Your fingers brushed against his dashing tux with a smirk plastered on your face.

“There’s an art to getting your way and twirling you around like that isn’t one of them.” You could only blush at him with the thought that he still knows you so well. As the slow, sweet song continued to play, he took the chance to slowly pull you closer to him as he rested his hand on the small of your back with his cheek leaning against your temple.

“I’ve been checking you out.” He whispered with a deep voice that made your heart throb faster than before.

“Let’s see, you slightly embarrassed me this evening by telling everyone I’m your girl, only to tell your old foe you’ve been checking her out.” You say to his face as you click your tongue. “The way you flirt, Jay, is so shameful. You haven’t changed at all, have you?” He could only chuckle. “But it’s okay. I mean, I told Jungwon you were my date tonight so,”

“Oh yeah? You really told him that, didn’t you? Wow, Y/n. You never changed.” You felt proud of yourself for a little while before Jay slowly pulled you into a tight hug and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You recognized this little trick of his as it’s his favorite among his many ones because he can easily put you at ease with just one snuggle.

And you did. You felt so good and relaxed in this state that you almost, almost whispered an 'I love you’. But you gulped down the deafening thought thinking he’d never look at you the same way.

You two have always drawn a solid line between romantic attachments and fooling around. Impulsively telling him your feelings would only make things worse, you thought.

You were holding Jay very close, close enough that you can smell his hair. You sniffed on it and whispered, lips too close you’re both almost an inch away from a peck. “I don’t like your new shampoo.”

“Still not over my sage-scented one, huh?”

The memories were still vivid up to now; of how you two used to screw each other a lot but at the same time, kept the rival reputation stable in the public eye.

Jay would never admit it, but he genuinely loved spending time with you, especially without the screwing part. There was just something about you that made him feel so safe and still is.

“Do you hate me, Y/n?” Jay mumbled under his breath, but audible enough for you to hear.

“I could never.” He only sighed in relief with that pretty smile on his face.

“Why? Do you hate me or something?” Jay moved away from the comfort of your neck and turned to look at you. He moved a few strands away from your face to put them behind your ear and slowly brushed his thumb against your rosy cheek. With an intense gaze shooting straight through your hazel orbs, he replied.

“Or something,” he chuckled. “I’m actually quite in love with you, really.”

And that’s when you realized that Park Jongseong had been knowingly walking the faint line in balance all along, just waiting for the finest moment to finally declare his almost a decade-worth of adoration for you.

You suddenly closed the gap between you two by smashing your lips against his. And for the first time, your kisses weren’t rough and sloppy, but slow and passionate as he took his time to explore your lips and their every curve like how an adventurer would familiarize himself with a map.

Your hands slowly crawled from his nape to his hair as you gently tugged it on impulse. Jay just let out a breathy chuckle under your lips before diving in for another one.

“Funny, I used to be very in love with you too.” You whispered under breathy exhales.

“Used to?” he chuckled. “What went wrong?”

“Everything.” His eyes stared up from your lips to your sincere eyes.

“To be very honest, you gave me a really great time, Jay. Screwing or not, you were my favorite person at one point. I could still remember the mornings when my head didn’t hurt from crying too much the night before, and you were there to hold me so close because I was losing my shit. I will always thank you for those times, the most.”

“Why do I feel so nervous about what comes after that statement?” You softly chuckled, and it felt relieving to hear him return the favor.

“What we had was mainly temporary, we both knew that too well. Things were never gonna end with us, Jay. You and I screwing with each other was just for the fleeting pleasures and satisfactions. Love is far too different from lust, I’m afraid.”

“I know. But at some point, I was really in love with you. I got it bad and until now, you still brought a fire in my heart like it was just yesterday.” Jay found some loose strands almost covering your other eye so he slowly tucked them at the back of your ear while taking the time to run his fingers against your scalp. You sharply inhaled at his slightest touch.

“It was really comforting to see you again. I kinda missed our little yesterdays, but I don’t want to think that sleeping with each other would be the sole reason that could lead us to what could have been if we tried harder.”

“You will always be my favorite muse.” Jay planted a soft kiss on your forehead and remained there for a whole minute until the song ended. It would be wiser, you thought, if you finally gave each other the needed closure.

He was a playboy after all and up until now, you still think he is. Jay covering his traces of broken hearts with new tattoos was utter proof. You remembered finding your overused line on his shoulder blade that says ‘temporary’.

And you knew that if the both of you happened, you’re only going to break his heart, over and over again, and he will too because that’s something you both have in common; something that ignited the weary fires in your hearts when you both agreed to something that night, something you never expected to last longer than your other friendships.

With Jay, it will always be fairy lights on dim nights, chasing stars, and dancing silhouettes on white walls. Just when he thought he was getting closer to knowing where he belonged,

you break his heart for one, final time. —

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karmawonders · 2 years

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Congrats on 800 followers!!!

Ever since I learned about SAGAU, I have been nervous to play music (idk why though??) But I listen to people like Cupcakke and Ayesha and now I'm wondering what the acolytes' reactions would be to the creator playing weird music ^^

🌸Thank you, thank you!🌸

Ahh, I do enjoy myself some good Cupcakke and Ayesha. I got both of em on my playlist, haha! I listen to some pretty out there music as well, if hyper-pop counts as weird. Who knows~ Anyway somehow this became Consort!Diluc and I apologize, my brain went running with this ask and it became.. this.

Warnings: Sexual Content. Cult and Self Aware AU. Somewhat Yandere.

Contents: This could be considered a crackpost at some points. Includes the song squidwards nose / commentary from because I bop to it, aight? . There is mention of "holy dildo." Forgive me i thought it was funny. Diluc is completely devoted to you(he wants to be your consort) and is suddenly worried about his dick size. Not beta read we die like rex-lapis.

Anyway!

I imagine it would be a normal day like any other in Mondstadt. The city is bustling, Flora giving people cute little flower crowns to promote her flower shop, bards singing about various topics and styles, Knights of Favonius helping people find lost cats, etc etc.

In the middle of the town square, stands your current puppets (thats what I call the"vessles" in my au) , in this case the traveller. I imagine depending on the emotional connection/friendship level you have to each of your puppets, people can sometimes hear you through them. Like a walking speaker or smth.

Since the twins don't got a friendship level, its just the equivalent of maxed out. They're crafting up some condensed resin for you, since you were AFK and they knew you were going to do so anyway. They were doing their best to ignore the loud music that they are emitting whilst doing so, Timaeus and others looking at them with wide eyes.

It isn't often your non-puppets hear obvious signs of the creator themselves, ya know! Literally everyone likes listening to you, whether it's Lofi music, rock, pop, or your voice itself!

Whenever they hear your voice from one of your more connected puppets, everyone is just filled with bubbles of happiness and excitement. Like! yay! I am directly in the High Gods presence! Sorta! Not really but its stilly exciting!

This time though, its a bit more of a "Ayo what the fuck?" sort of feeling instead of the usual.

Loudly blaring from their beings, was Cupcakke, and the iconic song "Squidward Nose".

Jean? Red faced, making sure no children are in the area, hands covering her face as she does her best, and fails, to think on who "dora the explorer" is, instead thinking about her god wanting a dick apparently as large as "squidwards nose". She has the church and the sisters notate this in a book. Might be some form of holy dildo or something, who knows.

Lisa is laughing her ass off the entire time, patting her on the back as she helps annotate notable things in the song with a few of the sisters from the Cathedral. Gotta keep their holy bible updated, afterall. She is tempted to write a new thesis for the scholars at Sumeru just for kicks and giggles about how their High God could potentially be more human than formerly assumed. She has a great new evidence, after all~ then again, the scholars at Sumeru are batshit crazy, so many not.

Venti is right at the travellers side, committing the song to his memory the best he can. Definitely getting in the way of them actually crafting the Resin, much to the twin's annoyance. He is always at whoevers side when you are playing any type of music, the music is completely new to him after all. You can bet he will be doing his best to sing the song at any late night tavern performances, even if he isn't getting all the references outside the obvious sexual stuff. Its an instant hit at Angels share, not just because Venti is singing it, but because the High God apparently likes the song as well. Also because its a great song.

Speaking of Angels Share, Diluc's face, is obviously, also as red as tomato when he hears Venti reciting the song later. He enjoys very much being a puppet, and he is definitely incredibly devoted to the High God. (aka you). He has to be devoted if he wants to fully commit himself to you, and possibly be your consort if you come down to Teyvat one day! This entire situation is completely uncouth, much to his dismay. He thinks its ruining your image before he realizes it is simply expanding it. Also, he is very upset. He is packing down there, definitely. But now he is self conscious because what if squidwards nose is better? He should honestly really kick out Venti, even is he is an Archon. Its getting in the way of his business.

Kaeya and Rosaria know about Diluc's somewhat obsessive worship and desire to be your consort, and they also know exactly why thats he is so red faced and upset and Venti's song. And because they absolutely enjoy it, they keep on giving Venti bottles of alcohol for encores of the song. And more, and more. Until Diluc has to excuse himself and leave. They are laughing the entire fuckin time. They always enjoy listening to your music whenever its playing, and they definitely agree that you should play similar songs more often. Its incredibly amusing.

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Anywho's, that was fun to write! I do not know why Diluc was on the mind, but to be honest, I simp for the man highkey soooo-

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ninyard · 10 days

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i have to ask, do you have any kevin hcs from his childhood in ireland?

yes :) yes I do :) depending on how long he grew up there some of these might be irrelevant but here’s some baby kev in Ireland (these are kind of stupid but regardless here they are)

- While Kayleigh had him playing no-contact kid safe Exy, he also played hurling. It’s an Irish team sport that is played using a stick and a small hard ball and a lot of Irish kids play it. It’s a pretty big sport in Ireland, it’s really fast paced, and the only protection players wear is a helmet with a grate/face guard thing. You can “check” other player with your shoulder so long as the other person has the ball and you have one foot on the ground and tbh if you read the rules it wouldn’t surprise me if it inspired Kayleigh to invent Exy in some manner

- he went to a gaelscoil (Irish speaking school) for his first two years or so in school. This means they only speak in Irish and learn all of their subjects through Irish. Because of this Kevin can count and knows colours in Irish but doesn’t really know a whole lot else

- Kevin is naturally unbothered by cold weather because he spent those early years of his life in Ireland. He’ll wear shorts when the sun is barely peeking out of the sky and it’s only like 15 degrees Celsius outside because that’s just what Irish people do. We savour the sun in the tiny bits we see of it.

- Irish people love famous Irish people, so I bet Kayleigh would’ve been on local TV quite a lot. There’s a couple of interviews and videos of Kevin as a tiny Kevin playing baby Exy out there that he keeps hidden from the foxes. NOBODY knows they exist. Also as a tween he probably did some more interviews from the US for Irish TV. If somebody found them he would die on the spot.

- Kayleigh lived in Dublin before she had Kevin, and her family were from much more rural areas on the other side of the country, so Kevin doesn’t remember meeting her family at all. He would’ve met his grandparents a handful of times, but because he was so young, he doesn’t remember it. They were fluent Irish speakers, though, so Kayleigh always spoke in Irish around her family.

- Kayleigh’s funeral was in Ireland, and that was the first time Kevin had been back in Ireland since they moved to the US full time. It was really overwhelming for him, because so many memories kept coming back to him, memories he’d forgotten because he’d been so young.

- his grandparents call him by his Irish name, not Kevin. He doesn’t like it, but it’s their native language so he just accepts it. If any one of the foxes thought of calling him Caoimhín he’d kill them.

- (Kayleigh’s family make fun of his American accent. Irish people love making fun of Americans)

Kevin doesn’t remember a lot about living in Ireland but what he does remember is a lot of fond memories of his mom, and if he wants to feel close to her, he reminisces on it a lot. He has as many old interviews of her as he could possibly find, videos of her in university, and as much as it pains him to watch his mother beside Tetsuji as business partners, he watches those too. One interview is his favourite, one that Kayleigh did for the Irish language news, and it’s an interview where she’s talking about Exy as gaeilge/in Irish. She doesn’t falter, or trip over her words, or have to think at all about what she’s saying. It’s her first language, and she falls into it so easily. It makes him sad to think of how different his life would be if they’d stayed, but he would never go back in time and ask her to. She achieved her dream, she represented Ireland at their first Olympics, and the USA once she’d gotten her citizenship. He would do anything to have her back, but he wouldn’t change that.

#Ireland makes Kevin think of home even though it wasn’t his home for very long #idk this is silly but #I’m claiming him #the only valid Irish-American #kevin day #I’m currently reading a news article about a referee who is currently in hospital because he broke a bunch of bones in his face #because he got hit in the face by a sliotar #and like….thats NEWS here

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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holy diver - one-shot

pairing: steve harrington x eddie munson

summary: steve & eddie park in their usual secluded spot, and things get steamy as they listen to one of eddie’s favorite bands.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: smut, lots of smut. top!steve (making his rare appearance), making out, fingering, anal sex, protected sex, touching, grinding, praise & fluff if you squint.

a/n: i don’t know if anything like this has been done yet, so apologies if so! if y’all would like to set the tone with this one, i envisioned the two of them listening to dio’s holy diver album (hence the title). hope you guys like it!

also, since this is very nsfw: MINORS DNI

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“Just shut up about the damn car already, Steve.”

They were parked in a little secret spot–one of Steve’s old haunts from what Eddie called his “skirt chasing” days–where they wouldn’t be seen by anyone. Dio was playing from the radio, on a tape that Eddie had brought with him, and the pair had ended up in the backseat to make out in no time flat once they’d parked. Steve had initially protested the choice of music, thinking it a little too much for his tastes. That all changed when Eddie had started playing air guitar, throwing his head back in a suggestive manner and making faces that were equally so, and that is what led to this moment. Despite Steve protesting that the car had just been cleaned and he didn’t want anything to happen, they were surely doing everything they could to make more happen. Their hands were all over each other and lips were wandering over skin that was visible above clothing, both of them starving for each other. Eddie was halfway in Steve’s lap, his eyes full of lust as he fumbled with the few buttons on Steve’s polo shirt.

“You know how much work it is to clean a car, right?” Steve asked, noticing how Eddie was unfazed by the statement as he kept focus on Steve’s shirt. “I guess you wouldn’t, seeing as how you drive around in a trashcan on wheels.”

“I thought I told you to zip it,” Eddie said, coaxing Steve to lift his arms. Steve did so, as best as he could in the cramped quarters of the backseat, and Eddie threw the shirt somewhere up front. “You can be so uptight sometimes. You know that, don’t you?”

“Only because–” Steve began, cut off as Eddie began sucking on the sensitive part of his neck. His head fell back, giving Eddie more room as a moan slipped from Steve’s lips. “--because you…sometimes you can be such a…”

“Such a what?” Eddie asked, his breath hot on Steve’s neck. Steve could feel Eddie smirking against his skin, before he bit softly in that same sensitive area. “Enlighten me, Steve.”

“Such a brat,” Steve finished. “You can be wild as hell sometimes, you know.”

“Sounds like a really big problem,” Eddie said, leaning down to flick his tongue over Steve’s nipple before tugging it carefully in his teeth. Steve hissed pleasurably at the contact, and Eddie looked up at him with mischievous eyes. “How will you ever cope?”

“I don’t–” Steve said, lashes fluttering as Eddie palmed him over his jeans. His tongue swirled around the same nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue before pinching the other between two fingers. “I don’t…know.”

“How lame,” Eddie teased, climbing up Steve’s body once he was finished.

The music blared through the speakers, and Steve pulled Eddie fully into his lap before crashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Eddie shrugged off his jacket & vest, tossing them in the front to join Steve’s shirt, before tangling his hands in Steve’s hair. Steve fisted Eddie’s shirt in one hand, desperate to feel his skin on his own, but he knew that wouldn’t happen so soon. Eddie was a tease, and he would never indulge Steve that quickly. He would prolong it, make Steve work for it and wait for it. For Eddie, the manner in which that happened usually depended on the circumstances. Tonight, it seemed as though Eddie would not indulge Steve until the jokes about the car were drained completely dry, or Eddie got bored and decided he didn’t want to wait any longer. Maybe, if Steve was fortunate enough, it would be the latter.

Steve’s hands found Eddie’s ass, kissing him deeply and swallowing his moans as Steve kneaded. He rubbed his hands along the fabric of Eddie’s pants, dipping inside the back pockets to squeeze even harder. Eddie gasped against Steve’s mouth, pushing back in an attempt to feel even more. Eddie tugged on Steve’s hair, and one hand travelled over Steve’s back to ghost down his spine. Eddie broke the kiss, his full lips swollen slightly, and soon a smug grin was plastered to them.

“A little handsy, aren’t we?” Eddie said, ringed fingers trailing down Steve’s chest. “I thought you didn’t want us doing anything that was…what were your words? ‘Filthy,’ ‘messy,’ ‘damaging to the upholstery?’”

“You’re such a smart ass,” Steve said, but his tone was light and playful. “You’re worse than Dustin, dude.”

“Don’t really wanna be thinking about Dustin right now, man,” Eddie said with a wrinkle of his nose. “Unless your goal is to get me out of the mood. If so, then by all means, continue.”

Steve playfully rolled his eyes, his hands moving beneath Eddie’s shirt. He caressed the skin there, tracing small circles on the dip in Eddie’s spine, along the front hem of his pants, and then up to his shoulderblades, all while attacking Eddie’s neck with rough, needy kisses. Steve delighted in the shuddering breaths and moans that Eddie made in response, and in the way that Eddie’s head tipped back slightly at the contact. Steve pulled him closer, their chests flush together and their eyes level, and Steve absolutely melted. No matter how many times Eddie’s sass could get on his nerves, no matter what Steve would say to him in response, he truly loved Eddie. Eddie had power over Steve that he would never admit to him, because Steve would never hear the end of it if he did. Judging by the way Eddie was looking at him, with softened expression and adoration in those gorgeous brown eyes, Steve knew that Eddie was thinking the same about him. It was a secret that neither of them would outwardly admit, but one that could be found out in the way they looked at each other.

“You’re beautiful,” Steve said, running a thumb over Eddie’s cheek.

“That’s quite a big change,” Eddie said, but Steve could see, in the dimming evening light, that Eddie was blushing a deep crimson. “Just minutes ago, you were worrying about getting jizz all over your fancy seats.”

“Don’t say that word,” Steve said with a groan. “‘Jizz.’ What are you, twelve? That’s so immature and gross.”

“Yeah, it IS gross,” Eddie agreed with a smirk, fingers finding the fly of Steve’s jeans. His erection strained there, and Eddie instantly noticed. “Well, well, well, would you look at that? The man who is so anal over his precious little rich boy car is actually HARD, despite his misgivings. For shame, Steve. For shame.”

Steve had no other response to that besides what he did next. He quickly unfastened Eddie’s belt and his fly, plunging one hand inside of Eddie’s pants as Eddie chuckled at his own joke. He squeezed Eddie’s erection, which caused Eddie to moan desperately and lean his head forward to rest on Steve’s shoulder. His hair tickled Steve’s skin, and Steve’s free hand came up to brush some of it back. A smirk of his own ghosted his lips, and he palmed Eddie before playing with the head of his cock.

“Not so funny now, is it?” Steve questioned. “I don’t hear you laughing anymore.”

“Shit,” Eddie groaned, rutting into Steve’s touch. He sat up and began to rock his hips slightly, his hair falling in his face as he closed his eyes. “Shit.”

“Does that mean you’re done being a smart ass?” Steve asked, his thumb rubbing lazy circles along the slit of Eddie’s cock.

“For now, yeah,” Eddie breathed.

“Thank God,” Steve said, removing his hand as he grabbed Eddie’s hips. “Don’t ever say that I don’t know how to shut you up.”

Eddie’s laugh was consumed by another kiss. They began to grind, with Steve guiding Eddie as they kissed messily. Their moans were drowned out by the music, but their hips moved in synchronicity with it. Eddie ended up leaving a visible hickey on Steve’s neck (something Steve knew Robin would never let him live down), and Steve managed to get Eddie’s shirt off. Steve kissed over Eddie’s upper chest tattoos as Eddie tugged Steve’s hair, and the music was now mostly forgotten and was merely background noise. Their lust for one another began to mount, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that they were both growing impatient with waiting. Steve pulled back as Eddie began rubbing himself along Steve’s thigh, making a show of it as Steve watched him.

“I don’t care about the goddamn car anymore,” Steve said, his hands massaging Eddie’s hips before moving up to gently pinch his nipples. “Take your pants off.”

“Your dick always did control your brain,” Eddie joked, but he was already getting out of the car so that he could remove his pants more easily. “It’s kinda cute. Did you remember to bring everything, though? Or were you too preoccupied over your precious little car?”

“I did remember, in fact,” Steve said, getting out after him to remove his own jeans. “It’s all in the glove compartment.”

“Wow, that’s a shocker,” Eddie said with a snicker. “Had your mind on me, and not on your baby. I feel so fucking special, Steve.”

“Okay, that’s it,” Steve said, his patience completely lost as he gave Eddie a gentle push toward the front of the car. Eddie went along, looking at Steve in confusion, but he began to laugh when Steve picked him up and placed him on the hood. Steve then walked to the passenger side, removed a condom and the bottle of lube from the glove compartment, and laid them upon the hood. “We’re not doing it in there; you won’t shut up if we do. So, we’re going to do it right here.”

“How daring of you,” Eddie quipped, his eyes travelling to Steve’s erection. “We better hurry up, though; doesn’t look like you’re gonna last too long as it is. Is it because the roles are reversed this time, and you’re bursting at the seams with excitement?”

“Just lie back and be quiet,” Steve said, popping the cap of the lube open before coating one of his fingers in it. “Think you can handle that?”

“Sure,” Eddie said, watching Steve and biting the corner of his own lip before propping himself on his elbows. Once Steve was content with the amount of lube on his fingers, Eddie allowed him to part his legs a bit further for better access. Steve rubbed his finger along the rim of Eddie’s entrance, which brought a low whine from the other. “Shit, that feels really fuckin’ nice.”

“Just relax for me, okay?” Steve said, all traces of snark gone from his tone as gentleness replaced it. He leaned forward, stopping when Eddie’s lips were just inches from his own. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

For once, Eddie had no sassy comeback. Steve’s voice, the soft & caring expression on his face, the love in his eyes, all of it completely silenced Eddie. He simply nodded his understanding and his consent for what was to take place, and Steve smiled softly. He kissed Eddie hungrily, and at the same time, slowly & cautiously pushed one lubed finger inside of him. Eddie cried out pleasurably against Steve, one hand fisting in Steve’s hair and the other clutching at one of his biceps. Steve kept going, until his finger was completely inside to the knuckle. Eddie’s head fell back to break the kiss, moaning as Steve began to slowly pump his finger. Steve watched a writhing, blissful Eddie, observing & listening for any reaction that even slightly resembled pain. If that happened, Steve would stop at once, no matter how much Eddie may have protested against it.

“Feels so good,” Eddie mumbled, his hooded eyes meeting Steve’s. “More.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked nervously. “It won’t be too much yet?”

“Nah,” Eddie replied, grinning. “I’m fine, Steve. Please, just…just do it.”

Steve withdrew his finger, and Eddie whined at the emptiness. Steve hastily coated two fingers, and inserted them once he was sure they were slick enough. Eddie gasped at the sensation, clawing at every inch of Steve that he could reach. His lashes fluttered, lips parted as he mewled his appreciation. Steve began fucking him on his fingers, at a leisurely pace at first to assure that Eddie was still doing alright. He picked up speed only when Eddie begged him, scissoring his fingers and opening Eddie up to him. He wanted him ready enough, so that it wouldn’t be painful or uncomfortable for him, and so he decided to stop momentarily to prepare a third finger. Eddie’s back arched off the hood, and Steve snaked his free arm around Eddie’s waist to hold him so that he wouldn’t slip too far off the car. This caused Steve to fall forward, and he kissed all over Eddie’s upper chest as his fingers worked him open, curling against his prostate every so often as Eddie moaned filthily in response. Steve was achingly hard, and he knew, even though he would never admit it aloud, that Eddie had been right earlier. If they didn’t do this soon, it likely would not happen for at least awhile.

A few more scissoring motions helped open Eddie up even more, and when Steve was sure that it was enough, he stepped back. Eddie remained on the car, panting with a painful erection of his own. Steve rolled the condom on after opening it with his teeth, spitting the foil out and generously applying lube to both his cock and Eddie’s hole. Some got on the hood, but Steve was too consumed with lust to give a damn anymore. He grabbed Eddie’s thighs, dipping to kiss from Eddie’s bellybutton, over the tattoos that decorated his torso, and trailing up his throat to his lips. Eddie’s breathing grew heavier, both in anticipation and from Steve’s soft lips along his heated skin. Steve wrapped Eddie’s legs loosely around his waist, lining up to his hole before meeting his gaze.

“Ready?” Steve asked.

Eddie moved a stray piece of hair from Steve’s eyes, then smiled. “I’ve been ready.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said, then slowly pushed inside of Eddie as carefully as he could.

Eddie sucked in a loud, sharp breath, and Steve stopped immediately. He was worried that maybe he was hurting him, or that he should have prepped him a bit longer, or that maybe he didn’t use enough lube. That concern soon vanished, however, as Eddie looked at him pleadingly, his face flushed and eyes full of desire, and Steve knew that it wasn’t a negative reaction. Steve stroked Eddie’s hair, kissing over his face as he slid in a bit further. Eddie whined, mewling as his fingertips pressed into Steve’s shoulderblade.

“I’ve got you,” Steve murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “I’ve got you, it’s okay…”

Eddie clung to him, nodding as he pulled Steve in for a firmer, more passionate kiss. Steve kissed him back tenderly, playing with his hair as he did so. Eddie’s nails dug into Steve’s skin, his teeth tugging at Steve’s lower lip as he gently bit into it. Steve moaned, breaking the kiss once Eddie released the hold he had on him through the kiss.

“You’re doing so well,” Steve praised. “Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah,” Eddie answered, tightening his legs around Steve’s waist to pull him in deeper. “You can keep going.”

Steve did so, pushing inside inch by inch until he was fully seated. He didn’t thrust yet, wanting to give Eddie a moment to adjust properly. Eddie was whimpering, his back fully pressed to the cool metal of the hood, with one hand cupping Steve’s cheek. The same coldness of Eddie’s rings against Steve’s skin felt incredible, and Steve found himself getting lost in that simple touch. All else was momentarily gone; every other feeling, worry, thought, all erased with that contact. He did still hear the music from inside the car, though, and began thrusting along to it as Eddie groaned pleasurably.

“If it hurts too much, or you need me to stop, tell me,” Steve said. “I’m serious, Eddie. I’m not joking around when it comes to your comfort or your safety.”

“What a gentleman,” Eddie teased, but he was looking at Steve adoringly as he began thrusting in tandem with the music. “How did I get so…fuck…so lucky?”

“I ask myself that at least once a day,” Steve teased, holding onto one of Eddie’s shoulders as he drove himself impossibly deeper. “You feel so damn good, though.”

“Better than the endless parade of Barbie dolls before me?” Eddie asked with a smirk.

“Oh, definitely,” Steve said. “Not even joking.”

“I’m flattered,” Eddie breathed, his head lolling and his back arching as Steve hit directly into his prostate. “Fucking shit, man.”

“Feel good?” Steve asked, and all Eddie could do was nod rapidly as his lips curled inward.

Eddie began jerking himself off, his erection slickened with precum. Steve swatted his hand away to replace it with his own, and Eddie’s head began to swim blissfully. If someone had told him, even a year ago, that he’d be dating Steve Harrington and having sex with him on the hood of an expensive car, he would have laughed in their face. Yet here he was, completely at the mercy of this man who he’d once loathed from afar, while one of his favorite bands played as the backdrop. Irony was often cruel, but in this instance, Eddie found it absolutely hilarious. If it weren’t for how amazing he felt, with Steve fucking into him at a swift pace and masturbating him at the same time, he would have broken out in hysterical laughter.

“You’re perfect,” Steve said, his thumb brushing the slit at the head of Eddie’s cock before he went back to stroking him. Steve leaned forward, sucking a mark onto Eddie’s collarbone as he kept thrusting and pumping his cock. Both men were slick with sweat, panting heavily and moaning under the sound of the music. “So perfect, so beautiful…”

“Fuck,” Eddie hissed as Steve began to ram directly against his prostate. Eddie could feel that familiar sensation creeping up, and knew that he was getting dangerously close. “Steve…”

“I love it when you say my name like that,” Steve breathed, giving Eddie a sloppy kiss. Their tongues met before their lips, with Eddie’s nails imbedded in Steve’s scalp as he squeezed one of Eddie’s thighs. “I don’t know what you do to me, but I love it.”

“I love it, too,” Eddie said, writhing under his touch. “I think we should save the sap for later, though; I’m close, and I don’t wanna lose my hard-on.”

“Asshole,” Steve said, grinning to show that it was all in jest.

“The one and only,�� Eddie said, winking before gripping Steve’s back. “You’d better not even think about stopping.”

“Not unless you want me to,” Steve replied, flicking his wrist as he tried to keep the same rhythm between his hand & his hips. “Promise.”

Eddie grinned, his fingertips tracing along Steve’s spine. Steve continued at the same speed, but that wasn’t the only thing that ultimately tipped Eddie over the edge. It was Steve, grabbing a fistful of Eddie’s hair, forcing his head back so that he could better access Eddie’s neck, leaving a series of small marks in his wake. The combination of the hair pulling, the pressure of Steve’s mouth on his skin, and the rapid pace that Steve was fucking him & jerking him off is what ended up sending Eddie headfirst into the best type of euphoria he’d ever known. Eddie always thought that drugs provided the best high, but after meeting Steve, he realized just how wrong he’d been. The best drug to Eddie had nice hair and the most breathtaking eyes in the whole world, and could send him into some of the most intensely beautiful spirals he’d ever been on in his life.

Eddie came partly in Steve’s hand and between their stomachs. He called out for Steve, his name falling from his lips in desperation, almost like a prayer, as his nails scratched down Steve’s back. Steve just watched him, in awe of how pretty Eddie looked when he came undone like that. Eddie was so spent, and start slowly coming down from his peak with that fucked-out expression on his face. The sight of Eddie like that–so vulnerable, messy, sweaty, joyful, completely gone–is what brought Steve to his own climax. He carefully bit Eddie’s shoulder to muffle his moans, but the softest, shakiest whimper of Eddie’s name did not go unheard. Eddie chuckled, stroking Steve’s messed hair as he collapsed on top of Eddie, absolutely exhausted.

They both lie there, in that same position, regaining themselves for a few minutes. Steve, not wanting to crush Eddie for too long, pulled out and shifted to lie next to him on the car. He coaxed Eddie closer to him, and Eddie rested his head over Steve’s chest to listen to his heartbeat. Steve sat up to remove the condom before he softened much more, and discarded it on the ground next to the car. When he looked back at Eddie, he was giving Steve the most shit-eating grin he’d ever seen.

“I didn’t know you were such a litterbug,” Eddie joked, moving to lie over Steve’s chest again when he joined Eddie once more. “You continue to surprise me, Harrington.”

“Oh, zip it, would you?” Steve said with a chuckle, kissing Eddie passionately to keep him from saying anything else. He drew away, pushing some of Eddie’s sweat-dampened hair from his face. “Are you alright, though? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“I’m totally fine,” Eddie said, tracing one of the scars on Steve’s torso, a reminder of the monstrosities they faced in that cruel place the others had dubbed the Upside Down. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, tucking some hair behind Eddie’s ear before kissing his temple. “I love you, you know.”

“I know,” Eddie replied. “I love you, too. Even though you can sometimes be a huge pain in the ass, I love you, anyway.”

“Ditto,” Steve joked, frowning as Eddie sat up. “Hey, where are you going?”

“To turn the music off,” Eddie said. “You’re probably sick of Dio, huh?”

“They’re not that bad,” Steve said, reaching for Eddie. “Come back to me.”

Eddie did so, lying down again and curling against Steve’s side as he hummed. “Is this just an excuse to keep me here, or do you actually like them?”

“After tonight?” Steve said, tipping Eddie’s face toward him for a kiss. “I think I might love them.”

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I know your requests are currently closed but would it be possible to get a Pablo Torre birthday sex with his birthday being in just over a week? 💜

spin the bottle – pablo torre

summary: your relationship with your brothers teammate takes a turn during his birthday party.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, and a very derailed alejandro lol.

listened to zorra by bad gyal.

a/n: it’s no longer pablo’s birthday but just pretend it is.

the small yet luxurious apartment got warmer every second. your brother, pedri, apparently knew half of the city and had invited all of them to the surprise birthday party alejandro had planned. you had yet to see the birthday boy and hoped you wouldn’t run into him because of the complicated feelings he induced in you. he always came over to hang out with the rest of the barça youngsters in your shared apartment with both your brothers and he somehow always managed to fluster you but annoy you at the same time.

you quickly downed the punch in your hand trying to think about anything else. a party was supposed to make you have fun and if you just wondered about a boy the whole time you wouldn’t enjoy it. you also can’t help but shake your head at the fourth quevedo song in a row instantly recognizing that pedri had taken over with his playlist. you’re too busy trying to guess which one of the canarian’s songs is blasting through the speakers that you don’t notice the figure walking towards you.

“ey! chiquita! vamos a jugar botella, queréis jugar con nosotros?” balde shows off the huge bottle in his hand. (hey! little girl! we’re gonna play spin the bottle, wanna play with us?)

“we’re only one year apart alejandro stop calling me that.” you look down at the bottle debating on what to say next. “who’s playing? depending on who’s playing i’m in.”

“just because our age gap is small doesn’t change the fact that you’re younger so your nickname will stay.” he defends the awful nickname he gave you when pedri introduced you. “let’s see gavi’s playing, the two girls he’s talking to, pablo is playi-”

“okay i’m in.” you blurt out.

“no shame in your game i see.” he teases you knowing that pablo and you don’t necessarily see each other eye to eye with some things.

“shut up, i just wanna see him flustered. if i get him i get to humiliate him.” you reason.

the circle of people was quite big and you were quite surprised to see the plethora of players who had agreed to play. more than half of them were from the second team and you quickly realized that alejandro had used you as a pawn. the only girls involved were you, some of the girls the guys were talking to, and random girls you were sure he had just met.

“okay everybody pay attention so everyone knows how spin the bottle works, hopefully. since i’m in charge i’m going to change things up. whoever you land on you have to go inside of the guest room for seven minutes. if you have-”

“so seven minutes in heaven basically?” estanis interrupts him.

“congratulations estanis you’ve figured out the game.” the room erupted into laughs. “there will be two rounds because we can’t have siblings in the same round and also so everyone can get a chance.”

you instantly look around the room noticing your brother missing meaning he’d be playing in the next round. for once you considered alejandro smart as it would be humiliating if you had ended up landing on your own brother.

“pablo the birthday boy.” alejandro pauses at the suddenly claps and chants for the now twenty year old before proceeding. “you get to go first.”

you barely notice the way your hands fist at the fact that he gets to spin first. although your worry quickly washes away because the chance that he would land on you first try we’re slim. you almost curse at the sweet time he’s taking on spinning the bottle. cheers and chants once again filled the room and you quickly looked away not wanting to see the bottle slow down but quickly look back once you realize the cheering has diminished.

“guess it’s your lucky day.” pablo smirks.

“more like the worst day of my life.” you murmur trying to keep it to yourself but you realized you’ve failed when the people next to you laugh.

you quickly stand up wanting to get the seven minutes over with already. you’re almost halfway across the room when you realized pablo hasn’t moved an inch. you almost scoff at the way he didn’t get the memo.

“well? are you coming or not?” you raise your voice making sure he hears you loud and clear.

“oh. oh! yes. my bad.” he quickly follows your steps.

“looks like the birthday boy has been wiped off his feet.” alejandro jokes and the laughter the follows slowly fades out the closer you get to the guest room.

as soon as pablo and you are inside you close the door and lock it knowing one of the guys or more will be waiting outside trying to listen in.

“happy birthday.” you look around the room realizing that pablo also used it to store all his old stuff. his pictures from childhood almost make you proud.

“thank you.” he replies and soon the room is filled with nothing but silence.

“are y’all going to kiss or what? there’s only six minutes left! don’t be pussy’s.” alejandro yells from the other side of the door.

“should i? or do you want t-” you don’t let him finish as your lips are on his before he can blink.

he stays still for a couple of seconds before he takes control of the situation and before you know it you’re straddling him. you can’t help but be mesmerized at the way he treats your body gently and with a lot of care. you’re almost out of breathe so you pull apart and smirk at the way he instantly whines at the loss of contact. the brunette tries to lean in for another kiss but you quickly lean away, teasing him.

“pretty sure we’ve already completed the game. don’t see the need for anymore kisses.” you flash your proud smile at him.

“so you’re really going to tease me on my special day?” he whines.

“pablo you literally got me a pack of gum and a twenty five dollar gift card for my birthday and you want me to complete your sexual fantasies? okay.” you argue.

“well i couldn’t just fuck you out of the blue could i? especially since you hated me although doesn’t seem like you hate me now.” he smirked.

“oh i still hate you you’re just actually attractive this year.” you reply back.

“i’m attractive?” pablo takes you by surprise as he bucks his hips up into you.

“joder, pablo.” you can’t help but moan at the sudden friction against your core. (fuck, pablo.)

“you’ve got to be quiet bonita. you don’t want alejandro hearing you and telling your brother do you?” he teases you as his movements accelerate. (beautiful)

“fuck you.” you mutter.

“oh, i really hope you do.” he mocks you.

your mind is so hazy you don’t realize how close you’ve placed your hands to his zipper nor the way his hands creep up your legs. the mini dress you decided to wear managed to give him easy access to your core. it’s not until his fingers are dangerously close to your entrance that you decide to kiss him back as if to say that you wanted this. you didn’t waste any time placing your hand over his and guiding two of his digits inside of you.

as you moan at the sudden intrusion pablo can’t help but stare at you in awe. the way your body moves against his fingers lock him in a trance. you’re currently the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. he loves the way you clench around his fingers and the breathy moans you release while you beg him for more. he also admires the whine you let out as soon as he stops his movements.

“joder, porque paraste?” you dig your fingers into his shoulders in reaction to the loss of pleasure. (fuck, why’d you stop?)

“porque por mucho que me gustaría verte correrte sobre mis dedos, prefiero que lo hagas sobre mi polla.” he simply states as he moves your panties to the side. (because as much as i’d like to see you cum all over my fingers, i’d rather you do it all over my dick.)

you don’t waste a single second helping him out of his pants. he wants to tease you for how eager you are but decides against it as he doesn’t want to risk you leaving. he’s once again in a trance by the way you spit into your hand with such ease and make your way to his shaft. the groans he lets out as you combine your spit with his precum is enough to send you into overdrive. the seven minutes are long forgotten and all you want now is to feel him inside of you.

he seems to think the same as he quickly aligns himself to your entrance. he practically moans at the sight. seeing you desperate for him turns him on in ways he can’t even describe. he almost cums as soon as you place your hand on his shaft to guide him inside of you. although his maximum ecstasy is reached once he’s filled you up to the hilt. he stays still for a second allowing you to get used to his size.

as soon as he notices that you’re all adjusted he gently grabs your hips bring them up before bringing them back down. soon enough you’re bouncing on his cock with him guiding you. the pleasure immediately consumes you, it’s so heavy that your curses soon become gibberish. his hand in your hair also doesn’t help and soon you bury your head in his neck practically begging him to speed up.

“have i fucked you stupid?” he teases and you can practically imagine the smirk he has plastered on his face.

“i just don’t wanna give you the satisfaction of mo- oh” he slams harder into you on purpose. “moaning your name.”

“i think just being inside you satisfies me.” he replies.

“just shut up and fuck me.” you’re frustrated.

and so he does. he changes his angle to reach you in places you didn’t know where possible. soon you’re both moaning messes and his thrusts get rougher. the way you clench him so tightly is enough to motivate him to give you a mind blowing orgasm. he brings two of his fingers to your mouth before pausing.

“suck.” he demands.

you don’t know why you open up your mouth so easily maybe it’s because you know he’ll stop again if you don’t do what he says. he fills your mouth with his fingers and you suck. you make sure to coat them with your spit and the brunette swears that he almost cums at the angelic sight. as soon as he think it’s enough he drags his fingers to your core and immediately starts circling your clit.

“fuck pablo i’m gonna cum.” is all you can muster at the increase of pleasure he’s giving you.

“cum for me then.”

and you do. you coat his dick with your juices as you reach your high and you could’ve sworn you’d seen stars. but you wouldn’t tell him you’d already boosted his ego enough. it doesn’t take long for him to reach his high right after. he quickly pulls out, the fear of becoming a young dad consuming him, before releasing on your leg. both of your sweaty foreheads seem to find one another and for a couple of minutes you’re just staring into his brown eyes.

you leave that night telling him that it won’t happen again that you can’t risk it. but it’s all a lie because it happens again the next week and the week after that and soon enough he’s on his knees for your birthday. he has managed to consume your every thought and you his. you don’t even question yourself wearing his jersey to games or the way you instantly get on your knees when he expresses that he’s frustrated. pablo torre has taken over your life and you don’t mind one bit.

#this took way longer than it should’ve of but it’s here #hope all my pablo anons are happy fr #pablo torre #pablo torre smut #football smut #ash answers #ash writes

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