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sttoru · 9 months

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just saw ur fic ideas post .......... how bout semi public stuff with gojo @ some high end jujutsu event and he just is SOOOO enamoured with how you look and takes you to the bathroom and ..... 😙

GOT A FETISH FOR YOUR LOVE !

ෆ note. sobs dies ressurects… im so weak… i had to write a full on fic… everyone thank T for this cuz i went crazy on this one and it’s super detailed for no reason. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. (perv)dom!satoru x female reader. semi public, p in v — unprotected, bits of manhandling, corruption kink, breast play, premature ejaculation, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, cum play, creampies, spanking, pussy slapping, mentions of masturbation, perv panty stealer satoru, implied cunnilingus, fucked against a wall, lots of dirty talk, satoru calls you ‘slutty’ once, satoru with the famous ‘just the tip’ beg, satoru sometimes turns whiny and subby so you get the best of both worlds (hes pathetic), he has a big dick ehem, pussy drunk satoru.

satoru couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you climb up the stairs near the torii gates of the high school he teaches at; your appearance only increasing in beauty due to the candle lights placed all around the environment.

your face and body were glistening under the moon light as you made your way up. you were silently cursing yourself for wearing heels while knowing that jujutsu tech was situated on top of a literal mountain.

unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had been waiting your arrival near the entrance since the first guests started pouring in.

with a sigh, you finally lift your head up as you notice the entrance to the main building come into view. there were lots of known sorcerers gathered around, chitchatting about recent business and changes in the jujutsu society.

you were too enamoured by the elegant decorations that hung around the school and the people who were dressed accordingly to the theme to even notice the white-haired man walking up to you.

which was unusual, since satoru’s tall physique could be easily spotted in any crowd.

“baby, you should’ve told me you had arrived!” satoru exclaims almost embarrassingly loud, waving at you without a care in the world of all the other guests that were giving him stares. his gaze was only on you, “i would’ve come picked you up.”

you wave back at him, eyes lingering on the tailored dark blue suit he was wearing, the waistcoat and dress shirt underneath being undeniably attractive. a bonus being that he was wearing his glasses and not his blindfold.

“it’s okay, love.” you reassure satoru as you walk a few steps towards him as well.

“ya sure? you didn’t hurt yourself or anything, right?” satoru pouts, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight, “my poor, poor girl.”

you roll your eyes at satoru’s antics. his one and only desire in life is to give you the princess treatment you deserve and it shows at moments like these.

“it’s fine,” you murmur, voice muffled as you bury your face into the crook of his neck; getting drowned in his familiar scent, “you look handsome by the way.”

satoru chuckles, feeling a bit giddy on the inside from your compliment. he almost responded with a ‘i know i do’, yet he held himself back. today was an exception and he decided to save you from any more cheeky remarks.

“thank you, pretty.” satoru hums, “you look ethereal.”

you could feel the way your boyfriend hugged you even tighter after his comment, pressing your body against his. you normally wouldn’t mind it in the slightest, however you could notice a few people glancing over at you two.

satoru couldn’t give a single damn about it; the only thing his senses were hyper focused on were your breasts that were squished against his chest—the curves of your body being easily accessible to the sorcerer.

“god..” his breath was shaky a little. satoru was really trying hard to repress his urges, the event hadn’t even started yet and even so, he was way too lost in his perverted thoughts.

he couldn’t help himself. you were just too addictive; your perfume, your warmth, your body, your face, your glossy lips… your breasts, your ass—

satoru clears his throat and pulls back after a bit, “shall we, m’lady?”

he bowed a little to you, putting his hand out for you to hold on while a subtle smirk played on his lips.

with a giggle, you grab onto his hand and satoru wastes no time interlocking your fingers as he guides you to the entrance of the main hall.

the building was scattered with even more sorcerers from all kinds of clans; some admiring the scenery, some sitting and eating various delicacies.

like before, you were too caught up in the scale of the event to realise that satoru was ogling you. it was a great thing that his pitch black lenses were blocking most of his eyes from the outside;

his gaze lingered on your side profile, your lips that were slightly parted in amazement, your hips which swayed from side to side with each step and your ass which he tried not to grope in public.

satoru hadn’t even noticed that he started to ball his hands into fists out of pure self control. his hand that was holding onto yours tightening its grip as well.

“something wrong?” you ask your boyfriend once you noticed, tilting your head to look up at him.

“nothin’, baby.” satoru lies and flashes you a reassuring smile, “c’mon. let’s enjoy some food.”

without waiting on your answer, satoru guides you towards a free cocktail table and stands near it, serving you an appetiser that was set on the table cloth.

you gladly accepted it and took a small bite, looking around the place some more and taking in the details, “it’s really pretty. the decor and stuff.”

satoru hums in agreement even though he hadn’t taken a single proper look at the environment when you were the main event in his eyes, “yeah. i think so too.”

everything about you somehow drove him crazy today. on most normal days, he could wait until you were at home to show you how much he adores you. that was not the case at the moment since he was fighting with his own self on the inside.

he was absolutely whipped for your elegant look.

“very pretty.” satoru mumbles under his breath. he most definitely wasn’t talking about the interior or exterior of the place.

it was getting harder by the minute to not give in to his primal needs. the more you talked to him, flashed him your innocent smile and let him hear your voice, the more he was struggling to keep his (now hard) dick in his pants.

you continued rambling about something that you noticed around you and satoru took the chance to place his hand on your hip, pulling you closer. it wasn’t anything unusual, thus you kept on talking.

it started off by him rubbing the area around your hips to his fingers subtly sliding downwards, eventually reaching the hem of your dress. his index finger dipped under the fabric, caressing your upper thigh. that small skin to skin action made satoru’s breath hitch and his cock twitch in its restraints.

“fuck.”

“what was that?” you abruptly stop yourself as you heard your lover curse under his breath. you weren’t aware of all the lewd thoughts going on in satoru’s mind and that made it even better. your innocent confusion wasn’t going to last long, however.

satoru lowered his head a bit until his lips were right next to your ear. the warmth of his breath made you shiver.

“i said,” he starts off in a low tone; one which he knows would make you weak for him, “i want you.”

it was as if time froze for you for a split second. you knew what satoru meant with that. you could’ve easily guessed the hidden meaning behind those three words just by his tone. the light but daring touches on your legs were your second hint.

“love, we’re in public.” you whisper back. satoru has a reputation to uphold as the strongest sorcerer in this entire building, yet there he was; implying that he wanted to take you right there and now.

a sigh left satoru’s lips, the air hitting your ear once again, “please, baby? for me?”

satoru was running out of patience. he could act out in the midst of the hall and disregard his image for all he cares. he just needed you. badly.

“promise i’ll be quick, yeah?” he adds, tone pleading but also a tad dominant.

you gulp and wanted to give in. you stood no chance to your whiny boyfriend, who always knew the right buttons to push to get you to comply to his requests.

satoru saw the hesitation in your eyes and he decided to plead more, “just the tip. i promise, sweets—tha’s all i need.”

a intrusive mental image of satoru fucking your brains out made him grip your thigh a bit harder; his voice suddenly growing deep and dominant, his expression filled with only lust.

“shit—please. have to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around me or i’ll lose it.”

his words were growing explicit and it was only a matter of time before he actually touches you improperly in front of everyone. you could tell by the way his long fingers inched closer to your clothed cunt.

“..fine. just the tip, like you said.” you breathe out shakily out of pure desire. though, both of you knew that it was going to be more than ‘just the tip’.

satoru grinned and immediately put down the appetiser he was holding onto, grabbing your hand and almost rushing out of the hall.

there were a few sorcerers trying to greet him on the way, yet he didn’t even glance at them once. his eyes were dazed with hunger as he swiftly made his way through the crowd—his thoughts being filled with the ways he’ll have you moan and beg.

satoru opens up the door to the nearest bathroom, pushing you against the wall the moment the door closed behind you.

his glossy lips crash against yours, the lipstick you’re wearing smearing on your lover due to the aggressive and almost sloppy way he kissed you. his tongue prodded against your lips before entering your mouth—strings of saliva and heavy breaths being exchanged between you two for what felt like minutes.

“ah, fuck. i wanted this so bad,” satoru moans against your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip, “..since the moment i saw you in that dress.”

his big hands were all over your body; groping and grabbing onto your flesh, from your ass and thighs to your tits.

“mhhh— ‘toru, god,” you sigh, feeling yourself get wet from just his confessions, “you can have me, all of me.”

your lover grunts at your words. they were exactly what he needed to hear. he roughly pulls the hem of your dress up, revealing your white panties. his all time favourite. a small, lustful grin instantly appears on his face. he always thought that you looked extra innocent in those; and that by ripping those off, that he’ll corrupt that ‘pure’ image.

and don’t let him start on how many times he’s used that specific pair of panties to jerk off. he vividly remembers how his sticky cum covered the cloth afterwards.

“haah—fuckfuckfuck,” satoru curses repeatedly as his fingertips tremble out of pure desire, “can’t wait any longer. you’re gonna walk around the avenue with no panties later on, ‘kay?”

“sato-” your eyes widened and before you could even protest, you hear the fabric of your underwear tearing. the ripped off cloth falling down onto the cold floor.

“there we go,” he mutters in delight, his eyes gazed at your exposed pussy. his fingers rubbed over the skin, grazing the wet folds. a deep, breathy chuckle echoes throughout the bathroom, “this pussy’s just ready to be filled, don’tcha think?”

you nod feverishly and nibble on your lower lip at the way satoru was teasing your clit. his hand slowly cupped your slippery cunt, his palm covering the area entirely before slapping the velvety flesh. three small smacks, each making your limbs tremble.

“ya hear that?” satoru hums, completely overtaken by his desire for you as the squelchy sounds ring in his ears, “so ready to be stretched out and fucked.”

“hnnnh, ah, baby—please just, just fuck me.” you whimper; feeling the pressure of his hand’s thenar against your clit while his fingertips traveled across your vulva.

“oh, i definitely will.” satoru responds with a grunt as he undoes his belt and zipper with his free hand. his trousers and underwear fall down to his ankles, revealing his cock to you.

your mouth watered at the sight as it slightly slapped against his lower abdomen due to the speed at which satoru took his boxers off. the moist drops of thick pre-cum coating his pink tip, the slight curve of his big shaft and the veins covering it—you needed to have him in you.

when satoru thinks that he prepped you enough to take his cock, he removes his hand from between your legs. of course, he isn’t going to waste a chance of tasting your slick that gathered on his skin.

“turn around,” he orders after licking off his fingers and you do as said, “ass back towards me, pretty.”

one of satoru’s hands was on one side of your hips to hold you steady against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, the other occupied with stroking his cock. satoru was already contemplating on where to cum; in or on you. he’s obsessed with spurting his sticky cum on your plump ass, however he also loved stuffing you full of it.

“deep breaths,” your boyfriend reminds you as he prods the swollen tip of his cock at your entrance—despite the prep, it was always almost impossible to avoid a slight discomforting sensation in the beginning. that man’s length was no joke.

“ahhhh, fuuuck! satoru!” you hiss and your fingernails try to dig into the wall you were pressed against. you felt your folds being forced apart to fit his cock inside of your small cunt.

“shiiit.. you’re fuckin’ tight.” satoru grits his teeth. no matter how many times he breaks your pussy in, you still feel as tight as ever, “..mmh—relax, princess.”

satoru pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out and you both took a deep breath. a sloppy kiss was placed against the back of your neck as reward for taking him in. it was his habit of doing so every time the two of you get intimate.

“‘m gonna start moving. that alright?”

a simple nod coming from you was plenty to let satoru begin with slow, soft thrusts which soon enough turned into deep and firm thrusts—the pounding sounds echoing in the bathroom, “there we go—ahh, yeah— fuck!”

“mhhhg, s’good! ngh!” you slur your words a bit as satoru started to speed up the tempo, feeling his heavy balls slap against the skin near your clit every time he drove his thick cock into you, “mmph! more, wan’ more!”

neither you nor satoru could care anymore if your desperate mewls or the harsh skin-to-skin sounds were heard outside of the dimly lit bathroom.

satoru was slowly losing his mind as he gazed down at your ass and the way you moved your hips back to meet his rough thrusts—he never got enough of you in that position. his hands held onto your hips before moving to your lower back to deepen your arch a little. his eyes were in a trance; he needed to see more of that chubby ass and the recoil of it.

“i swear—you’re gonna make me,haah, cum already,” satoru moans as he tried to find a way to distract himself from the pleasure building up to a breaking point. he decides to gently bite onto your shoulder, running his tongue over the slight mark he left and then continues to suck on the flesh.

“hmmmh, haah, yes! need- need your cum in me, please- please, ‘toru!” you beg in such an erotic tone that satoru can’t help but bite down harder on your shoulder.

“princess—y-you can’t say that-” he swallows a lump in his throat as he forces his cock so deep that you felt it hit your cervix repeatedly, “please- don’t say that.. don’t, oh god—“

satoru was the one begging this time; his voice sounding more whiny than it had ever been during your little session. he can’t help it when it comes to you. he had desired to fuck you since he saw you and now that he was finally doing it, his senses were utterly overwhelmed.

“nonono,” you hear your boyfriend curse as the strokes inside your tight cunt turned harsh and quick, like he was on the verge of his climax, which he didn’t want. he didn’t want to cum in under two minutes, but he’s just so weak when it comes to you. so damn weak.

“ahhh, fuck— s-sorry, baby— can i cum? can i cum in you? please?” he bites his lips, shutting his eyes so tight that he could see colors.

“please, please, let me. mnghhh, please let me cum in you. wanna fill you up.” satoru repeats his words like a chant in your ear. you were as lost in the feeling of ecstasy as your lover was and just nodded at his whiny pleas.

“mhmm, yes, do it—cum in me!”

your permission was all satoru needed and not a second later, you felt ropes and ropes of hot cum flood your cunt and some drops gush out of your pulsating hole.

satoru was quivering slightly as he kept moving his hips in slow pumps, fucking the cum deeper into you. you were full of surprises; he didn’t know he could cum in under two minutes until right that instant. you really had him wrapped around your finger.

and the best thing? he was already starting to get hard once again.

satoru slowly pulled his dick out of you and only let the tip stay a few centimetres in you. one hand went to grab onto the base of his length and he started to tap and move the tip in tiny circular motions in your cum-filled pussy—making sure every single drop is dumped where it belonged.

“fucking greedy, ain’t ya?” satoru hisses as he feels you clench onto his tip like you were doing to his cock earlier, “your pussy just wants to milk me dry.”

you whine and push your hips back a little in attempt to push his cock further into your needy cunt again, “wan’ more.. please, ‘toru?”

gojo satoru was a weakling.

he slammed his cock fully inside of you again and didn’t care if you expected it or not; he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. his hands were kneading the flesh of your ass, spanking it every now and then to feel you tighten up more around him while his hips were working full time.

“yeah? gonna take another load in your slutty cunt again?” satoru groans as he feels your pussy gripping onto his throbbing cock like it was pleading to be stuffed, “haaah—you’re incredible, nhh, never had anyone make me cum this quick and hard before.”

your body squirmed and shivered each time you felt satoru spank you, ending up in a repeated cycle of you tightening up around him and him smacking the fat of your ass, “yes, yes, yes! want it, please!”

it was incredibly difficult to hold back your own orgasm when satoru was whispering filthy things in your ear, pounding into your creamy pussy while also stimulating your clit.

satoru instantly caught onto the fact that you were nearing your climax. you always started to get more noisy whenever you were close, “aah, mhm—cum on my cock while i dump another load inside of you. c’mon, you can do it.”

satoru’s words made your stomach fill with butterflies, the coil inside of you threatening to finally snap.

“‘m gonna.. gonna cum! gonna cum!” you cry out between ragged breaths, eyes rolling into the back of your head once you reached your long-awaited climax.

the sight of you arching your back even more while you came was the hottest thing satoru’s seen. he rushed his thrusts, becoming more precise to hit your cervix over and over again.

“mhm, jus’ like that—tighten up more.” your lover hisses and his nails dug into the flesh of your hips while he felt your pussy throbbing from overstimulation, “milk me dry, pretty—fuck!”

your mind was foggy with that euphoric feeling after reaching your orgasm. but also due to satoru continuing to bully his thick cock all the way in you, seemingly needing to drain his balls inside your cunt.

“mhhhhnn, ‘m gonna fill ya up again,” he whimpers a bit into your ear from behind while sweat drips from his forehead, “take it all like a good girl, yeah? don’t—haah— waste a drop.”

and with that he spurts and squirts strings of cum into your womb once more. it felt like there was no ending to it as his semen just continued to pump out of the tip.

“fuckkk! got more for you,” satoru almost sobs out, his tongue peeking out from behind his lips as his muscles tense up. he came so much into you that even more of the liquid drizzled down on the floor beneath you, “take it—yeah—jus’ like that.”

a few more deep and chaste strokes and satoru was done. he exhaustedly rests his chin on your shoulder, white locks clinging onto his forehead and his cheeks colouring a reddish hue.

“haahh.. that was amazing.” satoru sighs deeply, trying to catch his breath while wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face into your neck, leaving small pecks there while mumbling about how good you were for him.

your eyes were closed as you rest against the wall, enjoying the affection from your lover while you feel his dick go limp inside you. satoru slowly pulls out afterwards, biting his lip as his gaze lingered on all the fluids leaking down your trembling thighs.

“hold on,” satoru murmurs gently, “gonna clean you up, princess.”

his own legs were shaking slightly as he quickly put his boxers and pants back on. your boyfriend grabs a few tissues from a nearby dispenser, kneeling behind you afterwards.

your eyes followed his fingers as they held onto the wipes and started to clean you up slowly. the comfortable silence—excluding the muffled sounds of chatter and music from outside the bathroom—was perfect for you to catch your breath.

satoru was diligently sliding the tissues over your skin, making sure to not be too rough.

as much as he tried telling himself not to get turned on again from the sight of your ass and sopping cunt in front of his face, he just couldn’t.

your lover was breathing heavily and stopped cleaning you up for a second. he really tried his best to stop himself over and over, though the title of being the strongest didn’t apply to his self control.

his large hands came up to hold onto your ass, spreading the cheeks apart which made your lips part in shock. you looked over your shoulder at him and sensed the resurfacing lust in the air. not only that: his warm breath hit your sensitive pussy as he panted in a hungry way.

satoru lifted his head up to meet your eyes, flashing you a (not so) apologetic grin;

“sorry, pretty. i need to get my dessert.”

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ultrone · 11 months

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rewatching s1 rn and im just imagining lottie as a gf >_< watching her go from so sweetie pie to cult leader would be such a ride but it’d be kinda hot. like as she got more into it, she would be taking you to the alter and eating you out because it’s what the wilderness needs

🫀 ♰ ┈ 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼.

Your thighs were trembling, but the brown-haired girl between them held them firmly in place.

It was midnight when Lottie woke you up with urgency. She claimed to have received a vision from the wilderness, and she insisted that you needed to fulfill it that very night, under the light of the full moon.

You never expected the wilderness to ask for something like this—but… did it really?

You didn't mind, though, because the way Lottie's warm tongue flickered against your beating clit was enough to make all your thoughts disappear in almost an instant.

You were lying in the middle of an altar, resting on a soft blanket. A pretty crown made of flowers adorned your head, and a small symbol drawn with Lottie's blood rested on your forehead. Your hands were searching for something to hold onto, but all they could find was the dirt and rose petals scattered around you.

Your legs were outstretched and being held by Lottie's hands, as she slowly and insatiably licked your wet pussy from the bottom to the top, finishing the motion with an excruciatingly slow circle around your clit, then sucking on it repeatedly.

She looked lost in a daze, almost hypnotized. Her hair was messy, and her mouth was dripping wet, sucking on your centre as if her life depended on it. She was so eager—and hungry—that it felt like she was devouring you, giving out low groans as she tasted your sweet flavour.

"S-so fuckin’ good,” you babbled, unable to speak clearly as you felt her groans vibrate against your swollen clit.

"You have to give in, Y/n," she mumbled against your centre, "It's so hungry... It won't stop until you give in," she added, tightening her grip on your now bruised thighs.

Your hands instinctively flew to her head as you felt her tongue begin to penetrate your needy hole, gliding in and out of your walls as her nose rubbed against your abused nub. "I-I’m close,” you moaned out as you pulled her impossibly closer, feeling yourself near the edge.

She tightened her grip on your thighs and started sucking more forcefully. "—fuck Lottie,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes tightly. Her tongue slid faster and faster around your clitoris, flicking it back and forth and softly biting at it with her teeth, making your back arc in pleasure and your vision turn hazy.

You released a few more loud moans before you came all over her mouth, drenching it and her chin with your cum.

As you caught your breath, your chest heaved rapidly, trying to recover, while your fingers in her hair gradually loosened their grip. She gently licked you a few more times as you came down from your high, allowing your muscles to relax completely. Once she finished cleaning you with her tongue, she slowly crawled up your body and positioned herself close to your face. Leaning in, she whispered in your ear, "You did really well."

Then, she shifted slightly and tenderly kissed your forehead, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind your ear. Resting her hand against your cheek, she gazed deeply into your eyes, her pupils dilated with desire. "The wilderness is now pleased with you," she began softly, "You'll see," she added with a gentle smile.

i know this was just a thought but it was so hot i had to write a blurb 😭 i’ve also been busy writing long fics and i wanna feed y’all more,, mwah <33

#minors dni #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews x you #lottie matthews x y/n #lottie matthews blurb #yellowjackets blurb #yellowjackets x reader

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namleeea · 1 year

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anything for you

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!reader

Sumary: You lose your wedding ring and think about how to properly present this news to your husband.

Word count: 1,4K

Author's note: I really appreciate your feedback on my previous works, it means so much to me. I really love writing, and thanks to you, I also get a huge support! Thank you! I hope you enjoy this fic. fluff fluff fluff again:3

•••

You were married for two years and it was the best two years of your life, full of love and support. Mason was amazing, you both valued this marriage and cherished each other. When, after 4 years of a relationship in which you went through all sorts of difficulties together, he knelt down with a ring in his hand, you knew that from now on you are his, and he is yours. The feeling that it is Mason that man who will make you the happiest person turned out to be true. So yes, being Mason Mount’s wife is nothing but a gift from above.

Mason always woke up before you because he had to go to training, but he never missed a chance to soak in bed with you for another 10 minutes before getting up, leaving kisses on your sleepy face, which frowned every time his lips touched the skin.

“Mase?” you muttered sleepily. “M?”

“Don't bother me sleeping” you grumbled just as gloomily, making him laugh. You turned away from him and buried your face in the pillow, filling up your well-deserved hours.

“Well, cruel Lady, I got you” Your husband whispered and finally got out of bed. “Since I'm not appreciated here, then I’m leaving” He said dramatically, leaving the room. “Love u, baby” You mumbled to him and, making sure that he heard (and he did, otherwise he wouldn’t have giggled with such tenderness), went back to sleep.

•••

Finally, you got out of bed only after three hours, immediately heading to the bathroom. You stand in front of the mirror and brush your teeth until your gaze finally falls on the finger on your hand. A finger without a ring. You frantically double-check your hand with the hope that you just imagined it, but no. There is no ring on it. “Fuck” You swear quietly and start looking at all sorts of shelves. There is nothing in the bathroom, as well as in the bedroom. And in a few other rooms that you've had time to inspect up and down in the last half hour. “No no no no no!” Panic gradually rises to the throat. “I couldn't lose it”.

So after two hours of long searching and complete acceptance of your failure, you wearily collapse onto the sofa in the living room and let grief to overcome you. The first thought that popped into your head was to tell Mason about it. You took out your phone, clicked on the desired number and waited for an answer, biting your lips nervously. Why were you so worried? You couldn't answer that question.

“Hey, love” Your husband replies with tenderness in his voice, picking up the phone. “Mase, are you busy right now?” your voice sounds plaintive enough to make him worry. “I am not, I can talk. What's wrong, Y/n? Are you okay?”

“Babe, I'm so sad and ashamed. I lost my ring” Silence for a few seconds seemed to you eternal. “Uuum…that’s fine? I mean it's just a ring, honey. You can find it, or at least you can by new one. What's ring it was?”

“I can’t by new one, Mase” You mustered up the courage to say the following: “It was an wedding ring”.

“…Ow”

“I’m so sorry” You didn’t know exactly why you felt so bad. But you were ashamed to lose something so highly valuable, as if you were careless about it, which, of course, was not true. But there was nothing you could do about that feeling. “Honey...you shouldn't be sorry”.

“I lost my wedding ring, i’m so fucking stupid, how can i lost it?”

“Y/n, love, everything is okay. It's could happen to anyone. Don't blame yourself okay? I love you, it's fine" You felt the tears coming up and a lump squeezing your throat. The way Mason spoke with care and warmth only finished you off even more. “I love you more, Masy”.

“I'll be home in two hours, darling. I will come to give you the strongest hugs and bring you hot chocolate. And then we'll sit down to watch a movie and kiss a lot. You know, I will do everything that all sorts of foolish thoughts do not climb into your lovely head” You smiled when you heard it and once again realized what a treasure you received as a gift from the universe. “Ok, I'm waiting for you”.

•••

You decided to do some cleaning to distract yourself before Mason arrives, but finished quickly enough and proceeded to dinner. While you were standing at the table peeling potatoes, the front door opened, but you were wearing headphones, so you didn’t hear it.

“Y/n!” Mason called you and, having received no answer, followed to the kitchen, where he found you. Mount smiled, mesmerized by you, came up from behind and hugged you, making you jump in surprise. “You scared me!” You put down your headphones and turned your head slightly to receive a welcoming kiss.

“I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you, but you were so beautiful, I couldn't resist hugging you” You giggled into his lips and he pulled you into another gentle kiss. “I'm so glad to see you” You whispered, relaxing in his arms.

“I rushed to you with all my might” He said. You mumbled and leaned your head on his shoulder, allowing Mason to kiss your neck. “And I have a present for you”.

“What? Which present?”

“I didn't want you to be upset about the ring” He said. You squinted incomprehensibly, feeling how resentment for the ridiculous loss grabs you by the throat again. Mason takes something out of his pocket and holds it out in front of you, allowing you to finally see what he was hiding.

Velvet box.

“Don't tell me it's what I think”

“Depending on what you think” Grinned Mount. You glanced at your husband with displeasure and with trembling hands took the box from him, opening it.

Ring. Wedding ring.

Very similar to the one you lost, but not exactly the same.

Tears roll uncontrollably into your eyes and you sob softly before turning in Mason's arms and hiding your face on his chest.

“You are a real dumbass, you know that?”

“Lord, my love, and this is the first thing you say to me after such a gift?”

“I hate you. Why did you buy the ring?” You mumbled tearfully into his shoulder, answering his strong hugs. “Because you are my wife and I want you to wear your wedding ring”.

“But I did not deserve it ... I lost the last one”.

“What a nonsense, honey. Of course you deserve it. So put on this ring so everyone knows we love each other. Or maybe you don’t like the ring?”

“Of course I do. It’s wonderful” You looked at the ring in your hands with admiration. Mason, realizing that you are really pleased with it, took the ring from your hands and put it on your finger with trepidation.

“Every time I do this I get excited like the first time” He said with bright smile. “Maybe you should lose your rings more often? So then I can buy new ones every time and put them on your fingers” You lightly hit him on the shoulder, making him laugh.

“It’s not funny!”

“It is, actually” your husband wraps you in a tight hug, and you melt in his arms, inhaling the scent of his perfume. And in this intimate moment, while you are standing in the kitchen and hugging, the world stops. There is only you and him. And you know that it will be like this for an eternity.

“I love you, Mase” He gently kisses your temple and smiles. “I love you more, Y/n. More than anything”

The ring shines brightly in the light from the chandelier, and you look at it spellbound, gradually getting used to the new one.

“I like it very much, thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me. You know what’s better? Let’s lie down on the couch and turn on some movie”

“I also want ice cream” You mumbled into his neck. He chuckled, picked you up in his arms to carry you to the living room and gently place you on the sofa. “I got you, princess. I'll go get us ice cream and a blanket” He left a kiss on your cheek and went upstairs. You couldn't stop smiling while you waited for him, you sat and looked at the ring with burning eyes and squeaked into the pillow.

“I love you, Mase. I love you more than anything” Your whisper froze in the air and you held your breath, waiting for the soon return of your husband and his warm hugs.

#mm19 #mason mount #mason mount imagines #mason mount fluff #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x reader #footballer fanfiction #mason mount fanfic

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konigsblog · 10 months

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hiiiii i LOVE your writing sm and i also LOVE angst so i was excited to see your post about an angst prompt so heres one ive been thinking of

i feel like ghost would be someone who would quickly put up walls when he felt he was getting too close to someone, so when he and reader get to the stage where they both clearly like each other but its not official, ghost would start acting cold, saying he was too busy for a date when he would just sit on his phone, looking at photos of reader, and then he would act like you were the idiot, like he never saw you the way you did, as if there was nothing between the two of yours, all because he's too scared to lose someone he loves.

kinda long sorry (ಡ᎔ಡ)

thank you so much for your kind words, i really appreciate it and it doesn't go unnoticed, thank you a lot for your support, you're so sweet <3;

he's lost too many. soldiers, friends, siblings, parents. he couldn't bare the idea of letting you into his life, visiting your grave in the future, a bouquet of your favourite flowers placed on the dirt. he saw your kindness, appreciation, your effort to make him your friend, and despite being pushed away multiple times, you never gave up.

it almost made him frustrated. just drop it, corporal. he'd curse, swallowing his words before turning his heel away from you. simon wanted you, he needed you, desperately - but the flooding thoughts that kept him awake at night was enough to turn a blind eye to your attempts. why did you want him so badly?

although you wanted eachother, it was useless and pointless. seeing you on field would disrupt his skills, becoming worried when you got hit, risking his life just to be able to save yours. he would do that anyway, romantic or professional, but he used that as an excuse, another reason to push you away.

but when you actually stopped bothering him, he felt ill. sick to his stomach now at the lost presence following him 24/7. ghost, could we meet up for coffee together? are you alright, simon? you don't seem to like me that much, am i doing something to upset you? i'm sorry, ghost, i wasn't trying to anger you..

he'd recently blown up at you. his nightmares kept him awake at night truly, but he blamed you for your constant, tiring and repetitive attempts to draw him in. “fuckin' drop it, corporal. would you stop bothering me? it's repetitive and clear that i clearly don't need, nor want you.”

to say his words didn't burn was a lie. he could see the tears forming in your eyes, glassy and glistening, nodding your head before leaving him, alone.

i'm sorry, fuck. why did i do that? i fuckin' lied, i need you, why would i say something like that.. the cold heart inside him shattered as he realised what he'd done; even if he had deal with the heartbreak of another death, he'd also have to live being alone if he never let anyone in, including you, the one he truly and genuinely desired.

”i needed you, sweetheart, i shouldn't of said the things i did, god-.. i'm so sorry.” his voice was a whisper, holding your limp, motionless body in his arms, unable to save you as blood gushed from your wound. a lifeless corpse he held, sighing as he visited another grave of a person he'd pushed away, despite his true need for her.

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heavenhealy · 7 months

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so sorry to hear you’re sick :(( buttttt since we’re here can i request a cumplay blurb :)))

sorry this took me a hot minute I got busy and then lost motivation for writing for a sec but here ya go :) content warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, lots of talk about come and coming inside, fingering (f receiving), they’re obsessed w each other and aren’t quite ready to admit it, dirty talk! Please do not read if you’re uncomfortable or under 18! Also there are probably typos but I literally wrote this on my phone while I waited for the bus so lower your expectations for me plz

When you first started hooking up with Matty it was just that- hooking up. A fun fling for the two of you to occupy each others empty nights and you never really minded the one and done nature of your time together. You both had bigger careers and issues to focus on, and the certain nature of your relationship was almost calming in a world full of questions. You had your routine of meeting, talking briefly about life, making out and then sliding on Matty’s condom and getting to business.

Until you grew particularly tired of the condom part of the routine.

“Please, Matty, I haven’t been with anyone else since I haven’t got the time, and I’m on the pill anyway.” You plead to him, already half naked in the silky sheets of his bed. His lips part in shock, eyes round with disbelief.

“You’re sure?” He stares dumbly for a few more seconds, eyes miraculously not even straying to your naked tits, before his mind reboots. A groan rumbles deep in his throat. “I haven’t been with anyone else either.”

You try to ignore the shard of hope that lodges into your chest with that knowledge, but it quickly get overwhelmed by lust as Matty comes in for a searing kiss, wasting no time in shoving his tongue between your lips. His brain has surely caught up with the new information as he desperately scrambles to rid you of your panties, mumbling affirmations of how sexy you look while he goes.

“On your back, wanna see you take this cock.” You follow instructions easily, laying down against the pillows and spreading your legs for him. He moans out loud, whether at the sight of your bared pussy or the idea that he gets to be in it raw you aren’t sure.

He leans forward, strong arms caging in each side of your head, curls tickling against your forehead. You’re dazzled by his beauty this close, all the little gray hairs and pores that make him so endearingly human.

“I’m going to fucking fill you up.” The promise comes just before he drives into you, cock stretching your walls divinely. You both moan at the new feeling of all the ridges of him fitting perfectly within the confines of your warm walls.

Your eyes roll back as he sets his favorite steady and punishing pace, the headboard rattling above the pair of you as he marks the skin on your neck with purple bruises.

“You feel so fucking good, love. Why didn’t we do this shit earlier? I’m going fucking crazy being in you raw, you naughty little thing.”

His words go straight to your pussy and it’s almost embarrassing how close you are just from him talking to you, but the telltale twitch of his cock tells you that he’s just as wound up by this new venture.

“Matty please, want you to come in me, please please please?” If you were any more cognizant you might have even made and effort to bat your lashes at him, but the overwhelming burn of desire to be filled up by him takes over. Tears stream down the sides of your face as your pleasure hangs just moments away.

“You want me to fill up this pretty little pussy, keep you all dripping full of me? Wanna walk around the rest of the night knowing who you belong to?” His words are punctuated by moans as your pussy flutters around him.

“Fucking come then, come on,” Matty pushes two fingers over your clit roughly, just two circles of the nerves before you’re launching headfirst into your orgasm. Your vision blanks but you can hear him talking you through it as you rake your nails over his shoulders.

“Such a good girl, coming so hard for me, huh? That’s exactly what I wanted, love, so fucking sexy.” His words ground you as your body settles, and your eyes focus just fast enough to see the way his own scrunch in pleasure, hips faltering for just a moment before he’s grunting in that deep guttural way that only happens before he comes.

“Gonna fill you right up, love, all the cum you deserve.” His eyes roll as he cums, pushing his hips as far forward as they can go to be sure he gets you full. You keen at the sensation, body going into overdrive at the idea of your fantasy being fulfilled. Matty moans your name and it’s only then you realize you’re coming again just from being filled, a small orgasm that has your walls clenching around him, drawing as much of his release into you as possible.

Your pussy throbs as Matty kisses your forehead, the silent sign that he’s about to pull out of you. You grimace in anticipation for the rush of cum leaving you but it still feels mildly disappointing even as it happens.

Matty catches your face and chuckles, eyes focused on the mess of cum dripping out of you.

“Don’t be disappointed, love. It’s hot watching me drip out of ya.”

You roll your eyes at his boyishness.

“Be hotter if it was still in me,” you comment, half expecting him to just laugh and slap your leg playfully, but his features crumple in concentration, and before you know it his hand is between your legs, fingers dancing along the seam of your pussy.

Your body jolts and you moan in sensitivity but nod to tell him to continue.

Matty gathers his cum as it leaks from you onto his fingers and pushes it back into you. The feeling is odd but having his fingers inside of you sparks pleasure in your stomach again. You moan and Marty’s grin widens: mischief championing his features as he speeds up, hooking three fingers into your pussy and fingering you the way you had taught him you like. The extra squelch of his cum leaking around his fingers makes him moan too.

“Fucking dirty girl, making me cum in you and then push it back in when we’re done.” His tone is gentle despite his words, and he even plants a kiss to the inside of your knee as you squirm from pleasure. You feel the familiar crest of an orgasm coming and you don’t even have to tell Matty, he knows your body so well that he can tell by the way your breathing quickens and your hands clench at the sheets under you.

“C’mon then, love. Come again just from my fingers in this little pussy. Get my cum all up in there, yeah? Make sure your body knows you belong to me.”

You cum again, this time in a way that has your legs trembling with exertion as if you’d just run a marathon. Your tears are plentiful this time, rolling down your face with reckless abandon as your nerves spark with pleasure and sensations you can’t really describe.

Matty hurries to depart from between your legs, carefully climbing up the bed to be beside you as he cradles you, kissing your cheeks as you recover from all the sensations in your body.

“There’s my lovely girl,” his smile dazzles you and you can almost forget that he just made you cum three times.

“Hi, thank you,” you immediately lean forward for a kiss and he meets it, surprisingly sweet and gentle.

“I should be the one thanking you, I never would have had the courage to ask that if you hadn’t first. But that does remind me, we should get dressed.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, struggling to keep up with the mental gymnastics he uses so often.

“We’ve got to go to the pharmacy. Unless you want to keep the option open for a baby. I’m not banking on that pill, love. Especially since we’re never going back from doing all this.”

Despite the fact he’s literally talking about buying you plan B, it warms your heart to know he knows you well enough that you would want the extra layer of assurance. Your eyes twinkle as he helps you out of the bed, unabashedly checking you out as you walk to the bathroom together to clean up.

#matty healy fic #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 x reader #matty healy fanfic #matty healy blurb #matty healy oneshot

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akiology · 7 months

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hello! i adire your writing style, it brings a smile to my face 🩷

i was wondering if i could rq a yusuke x reader one-shot? i honestly don't mind any prompt, just the fluffiest thing you can think of when it comes to the guy.

thank you, and i hope you're doing well! — 🎀

Love, Love, Love || Yusuke Kitagawa x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k Summary: Yusuke reminisces on the beginning of your relationship. Note: I'm sorry this took so long, sweetheart! I am gonna be honest with you, Yusuke is my absolute favorite so I was really happy when I got this ask! But then the perfectionist in me came out since this IS Yusuke.... I had around 3 drafts until I settled on this one... Hopefully you like it!

For the longest time, romantic love was not really a part of Yusuke’s vocabulary. There was no need for it, honestly. This does not mean he does not experience love, he absolutely does. His love for the arts, and life. He looks out to the crowd and thinks that everyone has backstory, or a page in their book that they cannot tell. He thinks that humanity, despite all their flaws and vices, are inspiring. With hope there is desire, one of the things he learned as a Phantom Thief.

Of course, not every person is ‘good’. But he can understand that with beauty comes vice. And that people are not necessarily evil, there are just those that had difficult circumstances. And then there are those who merely succumbed without trying to do any better.

Yusuke has experienced love, both for his craft and for his fellow Phantom Thieves. Whenever he looks at the Sayuri, he feels the love he has for his mother, and the love his mother had for him. When he looks out at the world, he feels empathy and understanding for their individual experiences. But whether he has experienced love for another, in the romantic sense, is something he cannot answer.

Until now.

He looks behind his canvas, and he sees you preparing him a meal. You were currently playing your favorite music in a low volume, and slightly dancing to the beat. Your hair was in a disarray, but he did not care in the slightest. Yusuke absolutely loves and adores you. He holds his hands up, jutting out his pointer fingers and thumbs, ‘framing’ you.

You were, and still is, his favorite inspiration.

He thinks back to the first time he met you, it was a chance encounter. He was hanging by the underground walkway of the Shibuya train station, people-watching just before he got home. He was looking for inspiration, but today the gods seem to be playful and are preventing him from making the masterpiece he wishes to create.

He sighed deeply, and was about to put his sketchpad back into his bag, when he suddenly felt the weight of another person in his side and dropped his materials. He was able to balance his weight before he could fall face-first onto the earth. You, however, were not as fortunate.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he crouched down to help you up on your feet. You stood up with his help, trying to get your bearings.

"Y-yeah..." you finally answered, and Yusuke gathered his sketchpad and pencil. When he stood up again, you apologized to him.

He was about to accept your apology and tell you to be more careful next time, but when your eyes met his words got stuck in his throat.

You were breathtaking.

And he swears that if he looked into your eyes, he would get lost in it.

You seemed to take his silence the wrong way, and you started fidgeting while offering more apologies. Yusuke finally cleared his throat, "May I paint you?"

It was out of place, and Yusuke quickly explained his situation. He briefly remembers what happened with Ann, and he wished not to come off as a pervert. It seems his explanation was sufficient, and you agreed. Sadly you were busy today, so you exchanged numbers for next time.

The next time you meet each other, it was during the afternoon, on a Sunday in Inokashira Park. The sun was a little forgiving, and along with the shade of the trees it gave off a cool and peaceful vibe. The birds sang a tune, and for a moment it felt like you were in a movie as you leaned against the railings.

Yusuke, on the other hand, is stuck between getting his sketchpad from his bag or looking at you a little while longer.

When you finally turned to look at him, he was snapped out of his thoughts and decided to take out his materials.

“Um, so… how should I pose?”

Yusuke contemplated for a moment, and at that exact moment you tilted your head a bit and the sun hit your face just right. You were ethereal, as if he was looking at a painting.

“Face towards the river, but position your head to the side. Put both your hands on the railing on both sides,” Yusuke instructed, and sat on a nearby bench to get started. For a while, no words were exchanged between the two of you. The chirping of the birds, the light sway of the trees with the gust of wind, the faraway conversations, and the sound of charcoal against paper was all that could be heard. It feels oddly comforting.

You look to your side, trying to stay still as much as possible. You see Yusuke, who would glance at you every once in a while. Some stray hair has fallen over his face. You think for a second that if he weren’t the artist, he would be the one that was being drawn. He is very beautiful.

You think back on a few days ago, your first encounter. You honestly do not know why you easily agreed to being his model, perhaps because he has this air around him? Like, he is not capable of lying, or any malicious actions. It sounds a bit naive, but it feels like you could trust him, with your life even.

After holding the pose for five minutes, you start feeling restive. You did not know what to do, would he get mad if you asked for a break?

As if on cue, you hear him clearing his throat, “Let us take a break,” he says. You internally did a sigh of relief. You stretched and wiggled your fingers, then proceeded to sit beside him albeit with a little bit of space in between the both of you.

He was quiet, but not in a brooding or anti-social way. More like an observer, who is appreciating the scenery in front of him. You decided to start a conversation to get to know him more.

“So, Yusuke, was it? Which school do you attend?”

“Kosei High School,” he briefly says, then adjusted so he could slightly face you. “How about you?”

You answer, and the both of you talk for a while. He talks about how Sayuri inspired him to want to make an art piece just like it. He also talks about how he seeks to capture the sense of beauty it portrays, and how he wishes he could encapsulate how much it inspired him and in a sense, evoke the same feeling in others.

You find yourself admiring him while he speaks. His voice holds your attention, and if he were to say even the most boring things, you just might listen.

Just as you were about to say something, you felt something wet touch your cheek. And then another, and another. Yusuke looks up and grabs your wrist, “Let us take cover.”

You entered a nearby store, taking cover from the sudden rain. Yusuke felt a little disappointed at this outcome, but at least the both of you were able to find shelter right away.

“I apologize for this,” Yusuke says. You were confused. “I have been known to bring rain,” he says lightheartedly.

You smile and shake your head. “No biggie. Although this puts an early end to your drawing.”

“That’s true. May I see you again?”

You blushed. He did not mean it that way, but hearing him say that feels like you were in a teen fiction, “Sure!”

After a while, Yusuke was able to finish his drawing. He got high marks on it, and told you all about it. Even after its completion, you and Yusuke remain in touch. You would each greet each other at the start of the day and end the day with a ‘good night’ from each other. And every Sunday, you would meet up at Inokashira Park, catching up while people-watching. Almost like an unspoken tradition between the both of you.

One Sunday, you were telling Yusuke a funny story that occurred to you recently and you cannot help but feel uneasy as his eyes were trained on you. He was paying close attention, and he never looked away as you told your story.

“Don’t look at me like that… “ You bring your hand up to your face, hoping to cover up your red-tinted cheeks.

Yusuke tilted his head a bit, “Hm? Like what?”

“I don’t know… like that,” you struggle to explain, and Yusuke’s eyes are on you again. It feels like he could see the deepest parts of you, the parts of you that you hide away, “THAT. Like how you are looking at me right now, and.. while I was telling my story… If you keep doing that, I might think I’m beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” he answers with no hesitation.

You feel your cheeks flaring up, and you turn away to calm yourself. “Th-thank you…”

“Yusuke! Food is ready!” He was snapped out of his thoughts when he hears you calling out to him. He was back in the present time, in front of his canvas. He shakes his head, and puts back his brush on the table beside him. He stood up and stretched.

As you are preparing the table, you feel Yusuke’s weight on your back and his arms around you. “Hello darling.”

“Hi Yusuke,” you giggled.

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheeks, and another behind your ear, and another on your jawline, and finally stopping on your shoulder. “I love you,” he says with so much weight and sincerity.

“I love you too. Will you help me set the table?”

He proceeds to grab the plates, and helps in putting the food down. When you both finish, you give Yusuke a quick kiss. He smiled, and grabbed one of your hands to place on his shoulder. He holds the other, and situated his free hand behind your back. He starts humming a tune, and leads your feet to the beat.

You chuckled, “What has gotten to you today?”

Yusuke smiled, “I simply enjoy my time with you. I am at my happiest when I am with you.” You place your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Yusuke felt like his heart was thrashing against his ribs.

“I feel the same way.”

For the longest time, romantic love was not really a part of Yusuke’s vocabulary. That is, until he met you.

#🎀anon #THANK U FOR REQUESTING YUSUKE #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA #persona x reader #persona #fanfic #fluff #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #yusuke kitagawa #yusuke kitagawa x reader #yusuke x reader #fox #fox x reader

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promiscuouspomegranate · 7 months

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If you're not busy can I request a yandere shane from stardew I really don't see that much of him😸

Midnight Martini

“A little oneshot with some rambles toward the end.”

Oneshot TWs: Drinking, Existential Thoughts, Shane is Depressed, You got Drugged lol, implied abduction.

Ramble TWs: Alcoholism, Depressive Thoughts, and Yandere Behaviors

(You’re the second person to request something.. so I simply have to entertain the anon. I hope you like it.. I was sleepy writing this 😪)

“Do you ever drink, Y / N or do you constantly keep up the happy farmer charade? I’m genuinely intrigued by your little persona,” Shane smirked and elbowed me, “What happens at this lake stays between us.”

I nervously gripped the martini I ordered earlier and quickly chugged it. It was dry and bitter and overpowered my mouth with gin. I covered it and felt a burn in my throat. Shane, instead of getting a water bottle for me, laughed as if comedy peaked at this very moment.

“You seriously have never drunk before? Fuck, I didn’t know I’d encounter someone like this ever,” He took a swig of his bottled beer and wiped his mouth, “It’s kinda sweet.”

“Shut up,” I nudged him and groaned, “I was always the damn designated driver at work events and high school parties fucking sucked.”

“Oh, you can curse too? It seems my world is coming to an end,” He chuckled and set his bottle down, “I get it, though. I didn’t start until.. well, until some time ago.”

“I don’t get how you enjoy this shit,” I glanced over and realized what I said, “No offense, of course!”

There was a moment of silence between us, and the moonlight rippled through the iridescent lake water. I moved in a little closer and grabbed an unopened bottle of cold beer. I used the dock to pop the cap off and took a sip.

“I don’t even like to drink, honestly,” He sighed, “I only like the feeling of being drunk. It’s the only way I feel happy, y’know? So much shit happened, and life continued. I wasn’t fucking ready to man up, so I drove to the closest gas station in ZuZu city and came him with a six-pack. I woke up the next morning with a throbbing pain in my head and vomit in a bucket, but not a single memory about the shit that happened to me. It’s.. it’s become a ruthless cycle.”

I took another sip and Shane grabbed his bottle. He gazed at my face and rubbed his stubble.

“Do you ever think this is it? All we have in life is a cycle of horrible feelings and emotions until we die? Yoba, I hope it’s not,” His voice sounded raw with emotion as he spoke, “I just wanna get better.”

“For what it’s worth,” I paused and thought about what to say. I set my bottle down and grabbed Shane’s hand, “You’re not alone, Shane. I don’t know what happened, and I would never expect you to tell me. I know what despair feels like, and you can’t help but think it all fucking sucks. That’s because it does. Everything is horrible, but.. but we have these ever so brief moments that make life worth living.”

He was silent and I decided to continue.

“When I first came here, I was depressed. I lost the only family member that genuinely cared about me and had no fucking money, friends, or food,” I laughed and looked at him, “Shane, I remember approaching you, and you told me to fuck off. I went home and started sobbing because I felt like shit. I could’ve wallowed in my misery, but then.. I wouldn’t be here with you.”

Reality seemed to blur with desire and I selfishly leaned in closer. I brushed my hand across his face and his eyes glowed in the darkness of the valley. He felt warm and my mind felt fuzzy.

“I want to be here with you,” I murmured.

“Fuck you,” He whispered back, “Fuck you for being so.. you. Damn it, you’re not supposed to be a flirty drunk. I’m supposed to be making a move on you.”

Our noses touched and I felt my heart racing with intoxication and want. I wanted this kiss to happen and I wanted it to be with Shane. I quickly pressed my lips against his and pulled his head closer to mine. He reciprocated my feelings and wrapped his arms around my body. After a moment, he pulled away.

“That was a long time coming,” I slurred my words and grabbed his face, “I want more Shane. ‘S not fair to kiss me then pull away so quickly.”

“Oh, I know sweetheart,” He calmly replied and kissed my forehead. He stood up and put our bottles back in the cooler, “I’m just concerned about how you feel right now.”

“I’m fine,” I stupidly smiled and bounced up. My head was pounding, and the ground felt like it was swirling, “Just.. just sleepy.”

“That’s good to hear; you’ll be out any second now. It’s past your bedtime, isn’t it,” He pulled me into his arms and muttered, “Just go to sleep. It’ll all be better in the morning. We’ll be together.”

That whole scene would take A LOT of gifts and bonding to happen. I’m sensing a major inferiority complex and, “Oh, if I talk to them, they’re just going to think I’m some stupid drunk who can’t take care of himself.”

I think something terrible happened in his life that spiraled into his alcoholic depression. His parents refused to accept him after discovering that he had nowhere else to go but Marnie’s ranch. He’s stuck in the past and refuses to move on from what happened. He feels horrible and desperately needs to feel something other than self-hate and sorrow.

When you first approach him, he’s too absorbed by his grief to realize that YOU WANT TO BE THERE FOR HIM (like.. you don’t bite.) He tries to close off any form of interaction and conversation. Why would he deserve to talk to someone when he’s terrible? He’s too afraid of his flaws to let anyone close.

Yet, you insist on hanging around like some incurable parasite. Shane feels startled when he finally realizes you want to be with him. Here’s this kind farmer who thinks that HE is worth something. He hasn’t felt proper affection in so long that his feelings spiral immediately. He finally has someone that makes him feel like he has self-worth and that he’s important.

He starts drinking less and talking to you more. As he sobers up more, his feelings are less intense but still linger. He wants you to himself and hates the thought of you falling for another bachelor. So, what better way than to take you late at night? Not like he could just ask you out himself.

Give this man counseling and a hug ⁉️⁉️⁉️

#yandere stardew valley #yandere #yandere shane #yandere writing #dark romance #yandere sdv

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aheathen-conceivably · 10 months

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🎶 You made me happy every single day, but now, I've got to go away 🎶

Things between Josephine and Giorgio had only grown more tense since she went back to work at the club. He knew that her business had gone under, but she still wouldn’t talk about it with him or anyone other than Zelda.

So every silent answer she gave or glare in his direction was perceived as her inability to rely on him, to simply trust him and let down her guard. In turn, she read his need for dependence as a desire to weaken her, and only continued to push him further away.

Yet still they chased after each other, both threatening to be the first to walk out the door but neither ever really intending to.

Even their usual cycles of fights and apologies had grown tainted by the widening rift and deepening distrust between them. It was as though neither of them really knew if any touch was genuine any longer, or if it was just a way to temporarily end what seemed like infinite hostility with no other solution.

Josephine’s nights weren’t any better. Being back at the club was like being in a prison of her mother’s design, trapped in some sort of distended version of the past where she had lost all of her autonomy again. She could never understand how Antoine worked here; even worse, how he continued to live in the same rooms above where she had so many memories.

But night after night she went into work, expertly pouring whiskey into crystal goblets and eyeing each and every man who spoke to her or any other woman, suspicious of their intentions and sick of their drunken glares.

That night had been no different, so mind-numbingly irritating that she had completely forgotten it was she and Gio’s four year anniversary. She had promised him that she would be home in time for them to have a midnight supper together; only now it was closer to daybreak than midnight, and she hoped he would be well asleep rather than up waiting for her, disappointed.

When she entered the apartment she knew that her hopes were dashed, as she could hear soft music coming from the gramophone in the kitchen. She entered the room to find Giorgio at the table, the half melted candles barely illuminating the pained impatience on his face.

She sat across from him, immediately donning her most apologetic countenance as she explained, “Gio, I’m so very sorry. The club ran late and I had to stay behind the bar…”

Giorgio gestured for quiet, “I’m not here to fight with you, Josephine. I’m here to tell you, to celebrate really…well, I bought a farm out West.”

Josephine shut her eyes to try and comprehend his words. Even at their worst, she never thought that he would leave her in the night, buy a house in some far-flung place and run halfway across the country.

“Josephine, before you answer, please listen. You have too much love and pride to see the writing on the wall, but my love, you must accept what is happening. Most of the old clubs are set for demolition; and you can hide it all you want but I know what happened with your business.”

Pride darkened Josephine’s expression but Gio held up his hand and spoke before she could, “Save your venom, Josephine. I told you I’m not here to fight. I’m serious about this, and it’s already done. It isn’t just this city you see…”

He explained exactly what he had said to Antoine, pointedly leaving out his own involvement with the city’s criminal underworld. Josephine was stunned into silence for the first time in her life. An economic crash? Leave New Orleans? For a bloody farm at that? All she had ever known was New Orleans; but New Orleans had failed her.

Giorgio reached across the table to grab her hand and pull her out of her reveries. His eyes and his grip held a thousand apologies, a concentrated effort of reconciliation for everything that had gone wrong between them, “Josephine, mi raccomando, my love, will you come with me?”

#1928 #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #the darlingtons #1920s #josephine duplanchier #giorgio mistretta #zelda darlington

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fireflykaizoku · 1 year

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Vampire!Kid x Reader | Red Eyes

i started writing this for halloween, so let's pretend it's still halloween pls thank you! i also thought this would be a multichapter, but let's be honest: i often forget to update the multichapter fics. i may post some special chapters

You came from a family of vampire hunters. So ever since you were a child, you remember seeing your parents, sometimes even your grandparents, go out for long travels to hunt those “awful and vile creatures”, as they said. The feeling was mutual, naturally. Vampires hated you and all the hunters.

Your family held a long time grudge for them due the fact that decades ago, a vampire turned a family friend into one of them. They wanted revenge, and finding the creature that took your friend wasn’t enough for them, and it wasn’t enough for you either.

So that’s how you lived your whole life until now, having an aversion for vampires, and it felt like it was your duty to keep the “family business” and hunt as many as you could. So when you turned fifteen, you started to hunt with your family as well.

Honestly, and you didn’t really want to brag, you became one of the best at your job. You knew you wouldn’t rest until you exterminated each vampire that crossed your path.

While some of them used to fear you, one of them mocked you. He was sarcastic and annoying. Your encounters always turned into a fight and a cat and mouse chase, and whenever you met for another battle, it was hard to tell if both of you lost or if both of you won.

The fights were always cut short, because of course, the vampire with red eyes and pale skin was powerful, but the sun was still one of his weaknesses.

So you both always left with the promise of a rematch. The two of you were equally strong and smart, that explains why there was never a winner.

But how come the two ended up here, so close to the creature you used to hate? The first time you were so close to him was during one of the battles, you were challenging each other, mocking each other even. Eustass Kid, the strongest vampire you’ve ever met, found amusing and admired how you didn’t fear him.

You were the first vampire hunter that didn’t run as soon as you both met. Maybe that’s how it started, the mix of passion and hate; how exciting it was to challenge each other and the whole battle for power. Even though the crucifix around your neck made him feel uneasy and irritated, the redhead couldn’t help finding it amusing to be face to face with you.

Eustass Kid knew he had to conquer you.

And he did.

It took him a long time, but it was worth it. He became so irresistible, maybe because he was the first man, human or not, not to fear you. He challenged you.

And while Eustass Kid only wanted something physical, with hate and desire in the same proportion, the strongest vampire started to feel weird. To feel irritated without you and hate whenever you had to leave.

Your encounters happened very often, but suddenly you stopped meeting him. It had been a week, two… A month even, and Eustass got worried. What a joke, a vampire worried about a pathetic human.

His worries were confirmed after he found you. Kid looked everywhere for you, searching for information of your whereabouts. And when he finally found you, you were weak in bed. The vampire sat on the window, looking at you.

— Why haven’t you told me? — he asked as soon as you laid your eyes on him. — Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?

You rolled your eyes, making them hurt for a second.

— Hello to you too, Eustass. — the silence lasted so long. He was still waiting for your answer. — I didn’t want you to worry. But my situation isn’t the best. I assumed I’d just stop appearing and you’d… Forget about me.

— Great fucking job! And how did that work, huh? — he exclaimed. — Invite him to come in now.

Oh, yes. Sometimes you forgot he was still a vampire and had to be invited.

— Don’t you want to come in, please, Eustass Kid? — you asked.

The red haired vampire entered your room, sitting by your side on the bed without saying a word. He was analyzing your situation, seeing your fragile body.

— I can help you. — he started, making you raise an eyebrow. He knew many things, but for sure he wasn’t a doctor. — If you turn into a vampire, you…

Kid didn’t need to finish the sentence for you to reply right away. What an awful joke was that?

— No! — you tried to say as loud as you could. — Are you insane? A vampire? Seriously, Kid? — you coughed.

— You’ll be able to live! — he got up, raising his voice. — Or you’d rather want to suffer to death?!

You coughed, covering your mouth with your hands, only to notice the small droplets of blood all over it. It was hard not to freak out at this point.

Fuck.

You were definitely getting worse.

— Yes. — it was all you could say, your voice sounded almost like a whisper at this point, unable to say a full sentence without feeling the air leave your lungs. — I’d rather…

Your stubbornness used to amuse Kid when things were funny and not a life or death situation, but now, when you were so sick and who knows what could happen to you, it started to piss him off. Even though you both used to be rivals, enemies even, trying to kill each other whenever you could, the redhead vampire couldn’t lie, he didn’t know what he’d do without you.

— I don’t want to turn into something… — you started, closing your eyes, feeling your chest hurt from taking a deep breath. — That I spent my life trying to kill. It’s against my morals.

— Your morals? — he mocked without even wanting to, it was just too ironic to talk about character and morals now. — With what we have? Seriously, do you think we can talk about morals?

You grunted, trying to move away from the vampire, but your body was too weak to even move. Kid sighed.

— Alright, do you really want to know why I want to do this? — he asked, walked around your room until he stopped, turning his back to you. He, the strongest vampire, wasn’t supposed to have any weakness or feelings, but there he was. — Because I’ll live forever, and knowing that I’ll have to live for the whole eternity without you makes me feel… Weird.

You widen your eyes, not expecting these words to leave his lips. It was the closest to a confession that you’ve ever got in all this time that you were together.

— Weird… How? — your weak voice asked, not trying to get more romantic and cute words from him, but genuinely curious to know.

— It’s a weird sensation, alright? — Kid asked, already about to get defensive. — I don’t like it!

In other words, he’d miss you. He’d miss you so much, he’d hate to live so many years without your company. Your annoying company and your weak little human self.

Silence, awkward and long silence, dominated the room. Kid felt stupid and weak, while you felt surprised and started to think, and maybe you’d regret your choice. And if you did, you’d have to live forever with regret.

— Will it hurt? — you whispered, making him turn to look at you right away, with his eyes full of surprise.

He gulped. Kid tried to remember how he felt when he turned into a vampire, but it was so long ago.

— I don’t know. — his answer was honest, just like he always was.

— Will you stay here with me? — you asked, making him nod. —Alright... Make it quick. Kid moved closer, sitting on the bed and pulling you into his lap. The movement your painful, after all, your body was still sensitive and in pain. Your lover was trying to get you as comfortable as possible. You closed your eyes shut and gulped, preparing yourself for the pain of the bite. Your mind was racing, wondering if it’d hurt or how it’d feel. Doubt crossed your mind at some point, but you had no choice now. For some reason, you didn’t want to die now.

Maybe Kid was right, turning into a vampire was better than death. Maybe being with him for the rest of your life was better than death.

Kid’s rough hands tried to be as gentle as possible while caressing your neck, finding the perfect spot. He moved even closer, feeling the delicious smell of your flesh, making you shiver. His tongue found your neck, licking the right spot before placing a kiss. The redhead was too tempted. Your smell and the taste of your soft skin were making him lose control. But he obviously couldn’t drink too much of your blood.

After all, you weren’t his prey, you were his lover.

Trying to be as careful as he could, the vampire sunk his teeth into your soft skin. Surprisingly, the vampire bite didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. However, the transformation wasn’t as magical as you assumed it’d be.

It felt like you could hear everything, even a low noise from far away, and it felt like something weird was running through your veins and the foreign sensation was making your stomach do backflips. Your eyes got more sensitive to the lights, and you could feel the slight fangs growing. You closed your eyes shut, trying to make the feeling go away.

While you were trying to get used to the sensation, Kid held you. His strong arms reassured you, letting you know you weren’t going through this alone. It felt like forever, when you opened your eyes, that turned into a bright shade of red now, just like his.

— So, what do we do now? — your still weak voice asked, looking at your lover with big curious eyes. — Do we turn into bats and just fly around scaring people? — you giggled, yawning, as if your body got too tired, trying to still recover.

Kid clicked his tongue and sighed. Looking at the window, the first rays of light were about to invade the room through the curtains.

— You’re very funny to someone who was almost dying. — he paused, getting up and taking you in his arms.

The vampire made his way to the coffin bed made of dark brown mahogany wood and burgundy insides. It was still small, after all, even after all these years, Eustass never expected to have someone sleeping by his side. Maybe he’d need a bigger bed eventually.

He gently placed you inside, entering and making himself comfortable soon after.

— First, you need to rest, brat. — he whispered, placing an unusual soft kiss on your forehead. A quite out of character attitude of his, but he couldn’t help it. All he could feel right now was relief to know you were okay.

You smiled, closing your eyes.

— For the whole eternity sounds like a long time now, right, Eustass? — it was the last thing you remember before feeling your body almost drifting into a calm sleep.

#eustass kid #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #eustass kid x reader #kid pirates

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spicy-picklez · 1 year

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Rainbow after a Storm (P4)

Includes:

Mention of blood, rape, and self harm.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x female reader (principal x student)

Summary:

Larissa and Y/N’s relationship continues to evolve, getting bolder with each conversation. However another accident ends up with you in a place you didn’t want to be.

Word Count:

3.2k

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As soon as you shut the door to Larissa’s office, you collapse against the corridor walls. You can feel your heart beating through your chest, hot with desire for her. You have no idea what brought on your sudden boldness, but it was worth it for the heavenly moan she let out, making your knees weak.

Regaining your shaking breath, you head back down to the library. Spotting Ajax in the same corner, you quickly slide into the seat next to him. “Y/N!” He exclaims in shock. “Shhhhh!” I say, looking over at Ms Thornhill who thankfully didn’t notice, still busy perusing books in the aisles. “Sorry, what the fuck’s going on Y/N? One minute I’m seeing you in class on Tuesday, happy as Larry. Next you’ve got a bandaged arm, haven’t been in class since Wednesday, moved out of your old dorm and what was all the ‘back’ to Principal Weems’ room about?” Ajax, puts his hand over yours comfortingly. “Y/N, I’m not mad, just really fucking concerned. Whats going on?”

“I was in Jericho on Wednesday when I got raped, when I got back to my dorm, Wednesday was out with Enid so I had the place to myself. I only wanted to hurt myself, because I blame myself for the rape happening again. But I lost control. Next thing I know I’m passing out from blood loss on the floor of my dorm, Lari- sorry, Principal Weems, found me and took me to the hospital. She didn’t feel safe letting me stay in my old dorm especially since she couldn’t ask Wednesday who’s already balancing school life, writing and spending time with Enid, to look after me. So I moved into her room.”

“Sorry rape? Again? Her room?” His head swirling with so many questions. “Yes, I got raped, I knew the guy who raped me. He was the one who raped me for the first time at 7 years old. Her room being Principal Weems’. Which is why I do keep slipping up and calling her Larissa because we agreed first name basis since I’m fully living in her room.” He nods slowly, trying to process the information.

“Righhhhht… so… My dear friend got raped in Jericho by the same person who did it to her when she was 7, self harms and nearly kills herself and now she’s living with our principal… totally normal.” You share a chuckle with him.

“Definitely not normal but yeah nice way of summing it all up.” Glancing down at your phone, 11.56am. “Shit! Larissa’s gonna kill me.” You say, aggressively standing up from your chair and bolting out of the library, finally alerting Ms Thornhill to your presence.

“MISS Y/L/N!” She yells after you as you sprint down the halls. God, why was the library so far away? It begins to get overwhelmingly hot and you rip your jacket off, not realising the zip getting caught on your arm. Wrapping it around your waist, you keep on running both to her office and out of breath. Reaching Larissa’s door, you open it, bolting through. 11.59am. “I made it.” Leaning back against the door, you grin, heavily breathing. You give her a thumbs up with your arm, a sharp electric shock pain emitting from your wounds as you do. Thats when you notice the blood stains seeping through the fabric. “Oh shit.”

Larissa is speechless, one minute mindlessly scrolling through unimportant emails, the next the door banging open to reveal you breathless and bleeding. Her mouth gapes open in shock. Though, she did have to give you props- you were back before 12. A chuckle escapes her as she stands up, walking over to you. “Good girl for making it on time… how about we go clean your arm up though because that doesn’t look particularly nice.” She says, referring to the fact your free hand is held underneath your arm, collecting drips of blood. You weren’t overly listening, you got a bit distracted by her first two words. Good girl… you can feel your legs already shaking. What you didn’t know was that she could too. She smirks, well aware you were blanking out.

“Y/N?” Shit, you just spaced out while staring at her tits.

“Hmm? Oh- yeah… not sure if blood dripping through bandages is too great.” You chuckle, as she looks at you with an unimpressed look, raising an eyebrow.

“Not funny darling. We may need to take you back to the hospital.” She says as she places her hands on your hips, guiding you through to your room to grab her keys. The hands on your hips, the darling… oh shit, you can feel yourself hot with desire as you struggle to keep upright. Leaning forward, she whispers in your ear. “Oh darling… are you that desperate for me that you’re almost falling over just from my words?”

You smirk. “Oh and the heavenly moan you let out yesterday just from me saying your name isn’t you being desperate?” She didn’t say anything. “Hmm? Larissa?” You continue, your voice deep and seductive. She stops, wrapping her arms around you, rubbing her face in the crook of your neck.

“Y/N darling…” Her voice coming out in a desperate sigh. Swallowing deeply, she guides you forwards again. “Let’s get your arm tended to at the hospital because this bleeding isn’t stopping. And then we’ll see if my self control is any better because right now the temptation to claim you as my own is growing unbearably strong.”

These words cause you to take a sharp breath. ‘Calm down Y/N.” You repeat in your head, over and over again, trying to ignore the throbbing heat from in between your legs. Getting to the door, she slips past you. “Wait here darling.” You lean against the doorframe as she grabs her purse hanging from the arm of the couch.

Walking back over to you, she takes off her jacket, handing it to you. “Put it on, it’ll stop people asking questions about your arm.” You reluctantly take it, looking up at her. “Its white, incase you haven’t noticed, I’m dripping red blood. Also don’t you think it’ll be a bit suspicious that I’m wearing your jacket?”

“I can get another jacket and I’d rather deal with that then people stopping us asking why you’re dripping blood and I’m sure you wouldn’t want that either. So put the damn thing on and lets go before you bleed to death again.” She says, helping you slip into it before opening the door, letting you walk through. Shutting it behind her, she takes off at a brisk pace, her long legs allowing her to cover ground quickly. You adjust your stride to fit hers as you hurriedly walk to the car.

As you reach her car, she walks ahead, unlocking the door and holding it open for you. As she gets in her side, you chuckle. “Larissa, you know I can open my own doors right?” She starts the car, placing her hand on your knee. “Yes but I’d rather you not. In case you’ve forgotten you are still heavily bleeding, I’d rather not have you die from blood loss in front of me again.” She gives your knee a comforting squeeze, not too sure which of us needed it more.

“Hold on, die? Again? The doctors said I just passed out?” You look at her, confused. In response, she shakes her head. “You died, Y/N. I’m terrified that that’s going to happen. I was terrified enough before… before whatever the fuck you’ve done to me. I’m not losing you Y/N.”

“Riss, I promise you won’t have to. I let myself give up the other day because I didn’t believe that anyone cared about me enough to be affected if I died. I realise now at least you do. I’m not giving up Riss. Not this time.” You place your hand over hers as she says this. “Though you can stop almost flying off the road at most corners. If you insist on going 150km/h, do you want to at least let me drive?”

She looks at you raising an eyebrow. “You’d better shut your mouth before I put you in your place.” You can’t help the smirk pulling at your lips. “And what, my dear, makes you think you could?” The car violently swerves as you say this, making you chuckle. She mutters something intelligible under her breath, readjusting her position in her seat.

A smile spreads across your face as she makes no further comment on your previous statement. Pulling into the hospital carpark, she quickly grabs her things as you both exit the car. “Y/N, stop using your arm.”

You look down, noticing a red stain slowly seeping through her jacket. A nervous laugh escapes you. “Why… is it still bleeding?”

She looks over and lets out a “fuck” under her breath, seeing the first of many drops of blood dripping from her coat. “Let’s go. Now.” She quickens her pace, entering the emergency room a good 10 metres ahead of you. By the time you catch up, the triage nurse is already looking at your arm in shock.

“Jesus fuck Riss, what did you tell her?” You awkwardly say as you’re rushed through the doors and into a room. Taking a seat on the bed, Larissa helps you get your jacket off as a doctor enters the room. “The truth. You had a few wounds restitched the other day and now you’ve bled through 3 bandages and a jacket in the past day and a half.”

“Well when you put it like that it sounds horrific.” You say, wincing as the doctor roughly unwraps the bandages. “Hey, you know you can be a bit gentler with that aye?”

“Sorry about this but you have lost an unusual amount of blood in not a lot of time and this bleeding isn’t stopping. We need to check what’s gone wrong.” The doctor says, the bandage turning a darker shade of red as he unwraps each layer.

“It sounds horrific because it is Y/N. I’m worried about you.” She says, placing her hand on yours as you watch the doctor unwrap the final layer.

“Holy shit.” The doctor curses as blood actively runs from a gash in your arm onto the floor. A gasp is heard from Larissa as she grasps your hand tighter. “That’s not a good holy shit is it?” You already know the answer, not at all surprised when the doctor shakes his head. He presses the emergency button above your bed. “Not at all.” He grabs a sheet off the bed before looking at Larissa. “I hope your prepared to be here for a while. She’s severed a vein and needs surgery. She already should’ve died from the amount she’s lost.” You feel her tense next to you.

“Riss, I told you. I’ll be ok. Like he said, I should’ve already been dead. Clearly, I have things keeping me alive now. Go back to the school and make sure Wednesday doesn’t kill herself or make sure Ms Thornhill doesn’t shove that tree branch further up her ass.” You say, giving her a comforting hand squeeze and a soft smile.

“Y/N, I told you I’m not going anywhere. The school can manage fine without me for the rest of today. I’m not leaving you.” She says as nurses come running in, hooking you up to IV lines as you’re being wheeled out of the room.

You must admit, you don’t remember much after that. Your minds a blur as you lie in the hospital bed, the beeping machines waking you from the anaesthetic. Slowly opening your eyes, you see the sleeping form of Larissa in a makeshift bed next to you. You grab your phone off of the table. 2.32am. Why the fuck is she not getting sleep back at the school? She has work in a matter of hours. Sitting up, you lean over the bed, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. The contact is enough to wake her, her eyes flying wide open as she realises its you.

“Y/N!” She breathes, standing up to come to your bedside. “Riss, no offense, but you look terrible. Go back to the school and sleep, you have work later.” You say, reaching out to hold her hand. She shakes her head. “I asked the teachers to hold everything together, I mentioned a mishap with a student meant I had to stay in the hospital overnight. It’s all sorted.” You relax a bit hearing this. “Well fuck this. Were going back anyways, I don’t wanna stay here with this stupid shit beeping and a needle in my arm. Where’s my nurse at?” You press the call button as you start pulling up the sticky tape holding your IV in. “Can you grab me a tissue please?”

She stares at you in shock, grabbing the tissue. “Y/N, what in the fuck are you thinking?” You fold the tissue up into a small square, placing it on the point where the needle enters you, sliding it out quickly and pressing the tissue down. “I’m thinking that this bed is uncomfortable, I don’t get cuddles, this beeping is pissing me off, and I hate hospital. I know you’re thinking the same and legally they can’t force me to be here so lets get the fuck outta here.”

The door opens as a nurse walks in. “Oh you’re awake, how are you feeling? Do you need any pain meds?” She asks, coming to your bedside. “Nah I’m great, I just want to go back to school and sleep so could I please have my discharge papers?” The nurse matches Larissa’s previous expression as you say this, staring at you with utter shock and disbelief. “You just got out of surgery, are you sure that’s the best idea?” She stumbles over her words as she says this.

“Well I’m feeling fine and I know I’d heal better in a comfortable bed that’s literally anywhere but here. Also you legally can not keep me here so I wish to have my discharge papers so I can head back.” Larissa’s forehead rests in her hand as she rubs her temples as she says this. Knowing she can’t stop you, she just sighs, the nurse doing the same. “Alright, I’ll go talk to your doctor.”

“Fucking hell Y/N. You’re a fucking brat sometimes you know that?” Larissa sighs, shaking her head. “Oh, I was going for all the time… sorry I’ll up it a bit.”

“Don’t do that. You already have detention with me all next week, brats deserved to be punished.” She says, a cheeky smirk pulling at her lips as her voice drips with seduction.

“I think I can handle it.” Your words earn an amused chuckle from her. “Oh my darling, I know you won’t.” Her eyes glinting with desire and lust for you. You sit up, your faces mere inches a part. “Do your worst.” You lean towards her ear as you whisper this.

It’s at this moment that the nurse returns, a handful of papers in hand. Coming over to your bed, she sighs. “Although I’m sure you won’t take much of this into consideration, the doctor highly suggests you wait at least 24 hours after your surgery till you go home but as we all know you’re not going to do that, we need you to sign these papers to say that if anything happens, it was your decision to leave.”

You nod. “Anything, just get me out of here.” She hands you the pen and papers for you to sign. Mindlessly writing in your signature, the doctor takes one sheet for her and gives you the rest of your papers. “Alright, I wish you both the best, and a speedy recovery Y/N.” Eagerly, you get out of bed, Larissa holding your injured hand so you don’t reopen the wounds like you seem to enjoy doing lately. “Thanks for your help.” Larissa smiles at her as you’re already halfway out the room. Leaving the nurse speechless in the room, you both walk down the hallway.

“You know, you shouldn’t even be coherent right now. Yet you’re literally discharging yourself from hospital, are you sure this is the best idea?” Larissa says skeptically as the hospital doors slide open, the fresh winters night air hitting your face. Both of you, now jacketless, walk closer together, her arm around your shoulders as you head towards the car. “Well from a medical point of view, probably not. But I’m not about spend all night on an uncomfortable hospital bed surrounded by beeping machines and screaming patients in agony. I’d much prefer to be asleep in a comfy bed thank you.” She lets a sigh escape her, unlocking the car as it comes into view. “What am I gonna do with you Y/N?” She opens your door as she asks this.

“Whatever you want, Larissa.” You graze your hand over her cheek as you get into the car, giving her a teasing wink. Shutting the door, she lets out a silent groan. “Don’t tempt me Y/N.” She mutters under her breath, knowing exactly what she’d do to you if you did.

Getting in the car, her hand back on your knee like it was on the drive here. She turns the heater on as she reverses out of the park. The drive back was in a comfortable silence, the two of you humming along to songs as they come on.

Pulling into the school grounds, you take one last moment of warmth as the car comes to a stop. Taking a deep breath, you both exit the car. “Agh fuck me, it’s cold.” You exclaim, smoke exiting your mouth with everything word. Larissa just nods, knowing she very gladly would fuck you, pulling you into her as you walk.

You quietly slip through the doors to the school and walk through the familiar corridors to your room, huddling into Larissa for extra warmth. The minute you enter the office, the both of you dash for the next room, needing the warmth of the fire you left going. As soon as you open the door, you can feel the change in temperature, both of your shivering dying down.

Quickly getting changed, Larissa pulls you into bed with her. Lying in each others warm embrace, you let your legs tangle themselves together. Her hand reaches up to stroke your hair as your head rests on her shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re ok darling.” She murmurs, resting her cheek on your head. You pull yourself closer to her, smiling against her soft skin. “I told you, I’ve got you to fight for. I’m not going anywhere, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“You better not.” She whispers and you hum against her skin. You let your eyes close as her warmth envelopes your body. She smiles as you relax against her skin, your snores echoing from behind her ear. “I can’t lose you Y/N.” She whispers, placing a kiss to your forehead as she pulls you closer, closing her eyes.

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#larissa x reader #larissa weems #principal weems #gwendoline christie #nevermore #forbidden love #forbidden romance

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 1 year

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Can I ask for some nsfw Riddler (one of the classic versions) with an s/o who hasn't gotten any from him in a while because he's been really busy on some project. And while he tries his best to make time for them, he hasn't had enough time for that particular thing.

S/o also has a thing for sex in workplaces, so they decide to give him an unexpected (but not unpleasant) visit.

"Business Meetings" 60's Riddler x Reader

Ok you said classic and my brain went to 60s Riddler. Who could be more classic than that on my list? Keep in mind anytime I write for 60s riddler, it is a utopian version of the 60s in which racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ableism, etc is just non-existent. If the show/movie could get away with half the wacky shit it did, I think we can have leeway with historical prejudices.

Anyways, I just went for it. I share the trait of verbosity with the Riddlers at times, unfortunately.

TW: NSFW, Exhibitionism (kinda), light bondage play

You were dating the Riddler, aka Edward Nygma. This was certainly not something you had planned for yourself in your life but here you were. He was handsome, he was charming- Funny and sweet- Yes, a complete and utter dramatic dork, but you loved all that about him.

It didn't hurt that the sex was fantastic. You had discovered rather quickly in your relationship that riddles weren't the only thing he held deep desire for, nor gave a vast depth of attention to. Even when he had long finished himself, he always made sure you were taken care of. He never shamed you for any of your desires. In fact, the purring praise he loved showering on you while you got off gave the opposite impression.

Yet as he plotted and preened for his next grandiose criminal outfit against the Batman, you found yourself... lacking, in a sense. In most ways nothing had changed. He still made time to care for you and support your daily ambitions. Edward was busy but he wasn't leaving you completely in the dust. Except... well. You found yourself missing the physical intimacy he wasn't able to give you in these times.

There was this thought in your mind- it had occurred before but you never gave much credence to it. Sex in the workplace was rather risky. Especially given some of the workplaces and people Edward worked with. As you went without sex, however, the thought kept creeping up into the corners of your mind. Maybe... Perhaps...

The worst that could happen was him telling you it was a bad time.

He always let you know where his current hideout was, in case of emergency. You had a spare key. Dressing in the academia style that you knew drove him crazy, you let yourself in to see him hunched over his desk with plans. His coat was hung up on a nearby rack.

Your voice reached him just as your hands curved over his shoulders to his chest, "Hello, Mr. Nygma." A small chuckle vibrated in his chest at your touch. He was fast to take your hands to lay kisses on them both.

He then turned his head to look at you, "Hello, my pretty." His eyes widened as the full view of you reached him. Those same eyes looked at you up and down before slowly tracing your legs as his body turned around in the chair.

A hum, "And to what do I owe such a vision before me? Tell me, why did the boyfriend ask his partner for a map?"

With a small laugh, you played along, "Hm... I think I know. But you should tell me anyways." You'd heard this one before. From him. That didn't make it less charming every time he said it.

"Because he got lost in their eyes." A gleeful giggle escaped from him just as that dreamy look on his face met yours, "Ah. But you didn't answer the first question. Did I forget a holiday of some sort?"

You leaned against a nearby wall as he started to get up from his chair, "I missed you." That made him pause. A sympathetic look.

Then his face curled into a grin, "Another riddle for my sweet! What did the giraffe ask the... handsome male giraffe?"

The laugh that escaped you let him know how cheesy that was. Yet, you couldn't help leaning in closer to flirt, "Wanna neck with me?"

The walls of the hideout echoed with his high pitched cackling as he grabbed you by the waist to swing you about, "How did I get so LUCKY? A beauteous brain and wit sharp as a tack! You really are my perfect match, aren't you?"

Before you could respond, however, you found the answer to the riddle apt. His lips found your neck and got to work. His hands aided yours in shakily undressing your top half. As his tongue found your collarbone, you mentally praised yourself on this grand idea. A vibratory moan left his throat as your hands moved into his hair to give a light tug.

The desperate way he was unbuttoning his vest told you how much he needed this, too. Now it was your turn to cover his face and neck with kisses. He was undoing his tie and groaning at your loving affection.

"Poor thing. Poor, poor dear." He teased, "To think I left you in such a state."

The palm of your hand lay flat over his front, moving down until it sat over the bulge of his cock. He hisses as you squeezed and was quick to grab your wrist.

He tsked at the movement, "Now, now. Think of how I've been without your touch. If we rush things, it'll be over far too quickly." You couldn't help but concede with a nod. It was too tempting to get right to the good part. What you really wanted.

The silken material of his tie came to rest over your wrists. He kissed you on the lips as his fingers deftly tied your hands together. There was something thrilling about the fact he didn't even have to look. While you could never let it get out, tying and binding was something that your paramour was not only fantastic at, but he deeply enjoyed it. Yet with you it was always gentle. You could break out if you really wanted to.

But you both know you didn't.

The train of thought was reinforced as his kissing moved to your jaw and you could feel his fingers lacing under the tie to ensure it wasn't too tight. Then he pulled so your body pressed closer to his. Both of you laughed as you leaned forward to lay kisses on him. The texture of his gloves reached your abdomen as he began to pull off your lower half of clothing.

You took the opportunity to lace your bound hands over his head to rest on his shoulders. With the two of you pressing your bodies together, he kissed you eagerly and hard on the lips, all while pressing you to walk backwards. He guided you to a nearby desk where he scooped you up on top of the surface. If you opened your eyes, you'd see those baby blues staring back with a dopey, loving gaze.

"Cherub, how I've missed this." He moved to kiss your shoulders and neck and your hands grasped at the back of his shirt, "Everything about you... Such a perfect specimen..." His kisses went to your arm, his eyes wound tight. You found yourself pulling him closer, your legs around his waist.

It just made him grin, "Trying to tell me something? Use your words, why don't you?"

"Please, Edward." You quietly asked.

As he unzipped his pants, he teased, "Have you no shame? What if someone found us like this? Oh... Someone could walk in right now."

Both of you looked to the door in a dramatic pause. He took the opportunity to kiss your cheek as you looked away, causing you to laugh. You couldn't lie, the idea of it... Of course you didn't really want anyone to see this. But the thought made you quiver. The moan you gave him feeling his cock at your entrance was confirmation of that.

As he kissed you, you could hear the sound of a drawer opening. You looked to see him grabbing a tube of- Oh, is that-

"You have that here?" You asked, motioning your head to the container of lube.

A sheepish look washed over his face, "I thought it could be a possibility, at some point. Why not be prepared, my pretty?"

With that, he coated his cock and pressed it further against you until the tip pressed inside. He sighed against your neck as he gave shallow thrusts. You could tell he was trying to pace himself, but you couldn't help the whine that came out. The response of the riddler was to press deeper which made both of you shudder. It was apparent it had been just a touch too long.

"Sweetest thing- to be..." He murmured, "What is... Why are men like chocolate bars?"

You couldn't help but laugh out a moan, "I don't kn- Oh fuck, please don't stop."

The pace increased as Nygma found his rhythm, a shaky laugh leaving his throat. His lips close to your ear, he purred, "Because they're sweet, smooth and head directly for the... hips." A harsher thrust up. The barking laughter that turned to moans filled the room.

You grasped at his face to kiss him, your orgasm close. Weeks without the intimacy between you wound tight in the core of your stomach. Your hand couldn't compare. Given his uncharacteristic silence, you supposed he felt the same. His fingers were pressing tight into the curve of your thighs and ass as he ebbed and flowed with you.

One last kiss and you were coming undone on his cock. You could feel his face beaming against yours as you softly cried out his name and came down from your high. Just before you could get too sensitive, he finished shortly afterwards. His groans pulsated sloppily into your mouth as he did. The warmth of his cum inside you, then dripping out. Something about it all made you suspect he was trying very hard not to finish before you did. A gentleman.

His hands supported your lower back as you pulled your hands back in front of you. Once you were stable sitting up, he untied your wrists.

He kissed both of them, "Worth the trip?"

"Eddie, you're always worth the trip." You sighed breathlessly, "....Are they really going to come back soon?" Suddenly, you felt very naked in his hideout. So so very naked and full of cum.

"Hm?" He looked puzzled for a moment before clicking his tongue, "Ah- No. They won't be back for hours. I just said that to get you excited. Did you like it?"

A nervous nod, "Yeah... Just not..."

"I understand." He kissed you softly, "I'm not so willing to share this vision of you, either. But- I'm sure we could get away with a lot if you wanted. You'd be amazed what you can sneak past people's eyes when they don't want to see it."

The blush on your face definitely portrayed your thoughts on that. He assisted you to sit up and gather your clothes. His eyes moved again over your body as you dressed, a soft look in his eyes. Unless you were mistaken, you'd think he was melting all over again. Before he could get too lost in the thought he was straightening out his tie as best as he could before pulling it back over his neck.

Fully dressed, you came over to tie it for him, "Satisfactory, Mr. Nygma?"

A wink, "Please, my pretty, just call me The Riddler."

You had a feeling it wouldn't be nearly the same wait from this time to the next.

#60s riddler #66 riddler #foxwriting #x reader #smut #anyways 60s riddler ironically has the most game of all of them #I don't smoke but know in my minds eye i'm doing an after fuck smoke as I publish this

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fizzingwizard · 9 months

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My favorite things ever created for Lupin III were Mine Fujiko's Lie, and The Woman Called Mine Fujiko

Not because I don't love the fun, energetic, quirky vibe of the classic series. Not because I prefer Fujiko to the boys (though I do adore her).

For me, The Woman Called Mine Fujiko resurrected not just Fujiko, but every female character written by a man who assumed he knew what makes women tick - or didn't care whether he knew, and just wanted to write her that way.

In the classic series, Fujiko's both a strong, dangerous woman who regularly betrays Lupin, yet she's also a helpless damsel in distress who needs Lupin to save her. How much she is of either depends on the writer and the story. Her saving grace is that, even back then, there was already more than just a sense that Lupin enjoyed getting outmaneuvered by her. They were the kind of perfect rivals who make the fan girls drool when it's two men, and start to see secret romantic longing in every look. Lupin and Fujiko really were rivals in love, but instead of making them more interesting, it hurt them. It made Lupin seem stupid, and it made Fujiko seem cold, heartless, selfish, and arrogant. What's more, because the story always favored Lupin and the boys' POV, we rarely ever got a glimpse of what Fujiko thought or felt - so fans were free to attribute to her whatever motivations they wanted. And fans, when it comes to beautiful, treacherous women, aren't very open-minded, let alone forgiving.

So The Woman Called Mine Fujiko was desperately needed. It somehow managed to pull Fujiko out of the grip of the male gaze without turning her into some kind of angel. It subverted the whole "she turned out like this because she was damaged as a child," by making us think that's what happened to her and then making it all a lie. She's still a criminal. She still betrays and uses people and is less spiritual and more practical about taking life than the romantics Jigen and Goemon (and often Lupin) are. And the underlying message was, it really doesn't matter what made Fujiko. She's a woman, and she's free to do what she wants. Even if it's bad. If we admire Lupin, we really have no business hating Fujiko. (Specific episodes can make most anyone hate her, but that should be chalked up to bad writing and low respect for characterization. This is, after all, fiction.) And, we learn, Lupin isn't in love with Fujiko just because she's beautiful and dangerous. He's also in love with her because he loves freedom, and freedom is Mine Fujiko.

In Mine Fujiko's Lie, we once again get this amazing, nuanced Fujiko who subverts tropes as neatly as she high kicks in heels. Her antagonist is a warped version of herself, a master manipulator who doesn't realize how he's manipulated by others, whose freedom comes with his first taste of desire - and which ultimately leads to his destruction. Nothing ventured, nothing gained - or lost. In her usual style, Fujiko defeats him by seducing and betraying him. While the art avoids the gore of Jigen's and Goemon's episodes, the eroticism highlights Fujiko's body's softness and vulnerability in a way that makes her seem desperate but determined as she uses psychological manipulation to win over sheer male power. Thematically, yeah, she's still talking about love and sex. But there's something existential about the way she talks, something deep that digs into the human psyche.

And the reframing of Fujiko's skill as psychology rather than seduction is only part of what's modern and liberating. The other is her relationship with the little boy (whose name I can't recall atm :P). We're primed to think (or dread) that Fujiko is about to tap into her latent maternal instincts. She's a woman, so of course she won't be able to resist a motherless child! And, as un-Fujiko-like as that would be, the alternative - her stealing the boy's only chance at a healthy life along with stranding him as an orphan - was too distasteful to hope for. The story string us along, making us think it'll be one, it'll be the other... and then, in the end, she's neither drawn into motherly sentiment, nor does she turn out to be utterly irredeemably (the usual fate of women who don't perform femininity in an acceptable way). She gets what she wants and the boy gets what he needs. He probably won't have stellar memories of her - and she's still far, far from an angel. But she's worked the job the way that she wants to work it, with resourcefulness and independence. Unlike her helpless charge, or her helpless antagonist. It's telling that this is the only movie of the three in this series which results in a direct kill (of the main antagonist, I mean). If there's anything Fujiko can't stand, it's helplessness. She's going to survive. She doesn't wax romantic about what it means to be a warrior. Someone came for her, she gave as good as she got - that's Fujiko. And yet, though she can't afford to be weak, she isn't so hard that she can't fall asleep on Lupin's shoulder.

I needed both of these stories to love Lupin III. Without them, I don't think I'd be able to look at it as anything more than a boy's fantasy. Fujiko's gotten some better development and overall treatment in some of the more recent anime series - but I will say that I was really disappointed in her in season six, because I felt she was rewritten to be more like ScarJo's Black Widow than anyone who could function as Lupin's rival and lover at once.

rabbit trail: The bit in Goemon's Blood Spray, where Fujiko walks off because Goemon's self-punishment is too ridiculous to watch, and Jigen and Lupin are all "This is how men are," about it, gets a mixed reaction from me. On the one hand, I tend to feel like Fujiko, that as confused yet determined as Goemon was, him killing himself through training is just wasteful. As is his friends letting him, because that's what he wants and he's got a warrior's spirit and yadda yadda. But on the other, my real issue is claiming this is a gender difference. It's glorifying the warrior philosophy yet again, when in the real world strong, war-hardened men run from battle every day, not because they aren't real warriors, but because they have sense. Live to die another day. (Which, incidentally, is what happens for Goemon, because he survives the training.) IMO Fujiko left because she's practical. Goemon did what he did because he's spiritual. Jigen didn't understand him, but went along with him anyway, because Jigen is emotional. And Lupin did understand him and deliberately didn't get in his way because he's a mix of little bits of all the other characters.

#lupin iii #mine fujiko

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partially-controlled-chaos · 5 days

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I was asked by both @beardedladyqueen and @thoughts-of-bear about 5 things that make me happy and my dumbass completely forgot these were in my inbox so I’m so sorry for the delay in actually answering. BUT with that being said, I finally have answers! Thank you both so much for the ask! ❤️

1. Spooky shit. I LOVE spooky shit. Halloween. Horror movies. Ghost stories. The paranormal. Graveyards. The occult. Everything. I was absolutely watching horror movies I should NOT have been watching at like 5 years old and “Friday Night Scary Movie Night” was a staple in my household. Popcorn, really poorly made B rated horror movie, staying up late, and trying to not get scared was a weekly thing and I miss having those movie nights. But because of that my love for anything spooky has bled into my adult life and now it’s just a way of life. So if you ever want to swap ghost stories I’ll be your best friend. 👻

2. Early mornings. I mean like that wonderfully quiet time between 3am and 5:30am. If it’s staying up that late or waking up that early (exception being when I have to wake up at that time for work), I love that time of night/early morning. Things are usually quiet and peaceful and it’s just a really nice time to kind of just exist without the hustle of daily life. As given by my username, my life can be absolutely chaotic at times so it’s nice to be able to have moments to just kind of be. And in relation to the above point, late nights mean spooky times. And as a side note, that time of morning in Animal Crossing New Horizons is amazing.

3. Relaxing in spring/fall weather. Kind of related to the above topic, but when I can’t be up in the super early mornings, I love sitting outside when it’s nice weather in spring or fall and just unwind. I don’t do it as much now because I don’t have a yard, but when I was a kid I loved just laying out in a hammock in nice weather and either take a nap or read. I could get a hammock for my back porch but if I did that I’d have to fight off a horde of spiders and I would just rather not.

4. Playing nostalgic (to me) games. So in addition to spooky movie nights, playing video games was HUGE in my house. My mom started playing Crash Bandicoot on PS1 in the ye olden days of 1996 so I grew up playing that and Spryo the Dragon mostly. So now when I have down time between other games I play or am super stressed, I’ll replay the hell out of those games. I was overjoyed when they did the trilogies of both games for PS4 so now I can play them whenever I want and it’s fantastic. My PS2 and all my games were stolen so for a long time I didn’t have the ability to play my favorite games, so when they were remastered for a system I owed it was the happiest day of my life. Also grew up on the Sly Cooper series that became an absolute obsession for me for a solid decade so when they remastered it for the PS3 I was in absolute heaven.

5. Writing fan fiction. So this is not something new for me, but it’s something I’ve rediscovered (thank you Baldur’s Gate 3). I wrote fan fiction yearsssss ago when I was in high school, so like…2011-2016 I think is when I stopped? Really I think I stopped in 2014 but according to the trusty fanfiction account I posted one thing in 2016? Anyway, not important. I stopped writing when I got into college because things because more hectic, I was busy, life was absolutely kicking my ass, and the fandom I wrote for was dying down so eventually I just lost the desire to write. But now that I’ve gotten settled as an adult and thanks to the glory that is BG3, I’ve regained the desire and want to write again and it’s honestly so, so nice. I can’t write as frequently as I did when I was in high school, but damn do I enjoy it. I’ve found it’s a way I can express myself in ways that I actually feel confident in what I do. I can’t draw to save my life, but I do feel that writing is where I can be creative and feel good about it. May not always be the best work, but I have fun doing it. I also love reading fan fiction. Reading how people take genres and reimagine them or completely twist it is always so fun so look into. Creativity for the win, my dudes.

Anyway, thank you again for asking me and I’m sorry it took so long to actually post this!

#ask #get to know #I have the memory span of a gnat and if I don’t see the little notification I forget things exist

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omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts · 2 years

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Something Wicked This Way Comes ⚓︎

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader

A/N: okay so the Eddie fic did really well, thank you guys for that!! almost 7k notes T^T, love y’all, now I have the desire to write more so I did this Steve fic because I love momma Harrington, this is enemies to lovers because that’s my fave and I hope y’all enjoy it and leave feedback as always :))

Summary: Maybe if Steve Harrington didn’t pick on you in school, the two of you could have become friends. Maybe if you both weren’t so stubborn, you two could have made up when you worked together at Scoops with Robin. Maybe now that you’ve survived Vecna’s curse, will you and Steve admit that there’s a thin line between love and hate after he almost lost you?

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, slight angst, enemies to lovers, mean! Steve, sub! Steve, thigh riding, handjob, friends being matchmakers, cussing, near death experience, cursed reader, injury, mentions of blood, fucking RAUNCHY

Word Count: 6.3k

You absolutely hated Steve Harrington.

Abhorred. Despised. Loathed. Detested.

Yes, you’ve heard that you shouldn’t let hate into your heart and that it wasn’t worth the effort to put so much emotion into something so trivial and all that bullshit. It was just a boy and if you hated him that much, why bother? But, you got a kick out of fucking with him and vice versa, and the two of you shared a common friend group so interacting was inevitable. Dreaded, but inevitable.

It didn’t have to be completely boring, however. You could have your fun.

The nemesis relationship began in ninth grade when you first moved to Hawkins, Indiana after living in New York with your mother. The entire uproot threw you for a loop and Steve’s friendly welcome certainly didn’t help. Not the teasing, not the arguments in class, not the trips to the principal’s office, not the races on the track field, not the yelling.

One time, in tenth grade, he made fun of your mom for being poor (a way of old, insecure Steve to deter the attention from his own family) and you turned around, cold and collected, and punched him square in the nose.

You were both suspended for a week. But at least you had something to show for it, bruised knuckles and a bloodied Harrington nose.

You became fast friends with Nancy, on the other hand, and would go to her house whenever your mother was working one of her two jobs. So, because you were friends, when Steve started talking to Nancy, he was in your life more as a result. Nancy never wanted to leave anyone out.

So, you and Barb had your thoughts about him, “King” Steve with big hair and a big ego, a big fucking douchebag.

You’d swap insults and evil stares behind Nancy’s back. “Hey, ugly.” “Hey, dumbass. Pass Chemistry yet?” “Kissed a boy yet?” “No, but I found out your mom’s a pretty good one.”

That kind of thing. Then sharing forced, polite smiles and pleasantries when she’d turn around.

And when Barb died, tragedy brought you and Nancy closer than ever. Grief clung to the two of you and wouldn’t let up, but you had each other and eventually it dissipated only to a dull ache every other day. The Wheeler family, as a result, became your own and Mike’s friends kind of inserted themselves into your life soon after, making you an honorary member of the gang.

You would watch on the sidelines with Max while they would play their DND and when Nancy was busy with the newspaper, spending your nights with the kids sometimes. Something you never expected, but weren’t really mad at either. They were kind of awesome, much to your surprise, and not that you would ever tell them. But they never treated you differently like your classmates, you were just let in with no judgement and no ill-will.

Then Nancy and Steve broke up and everything sort of blew up in everyone’s faces. It was messy. Fist fights and broken noses and even more broken hearts. And despite the fact that you thought Nancy was wrong in some things she did, which you expressed to her and she listened, your loyalty lied with her. It was easy to defend your friend and shit talk the ex when you already hated him.

Steve fucked up big time in a few areas, he needed the wake up call, and that was the last time the two of you spoke for months. You were in New York for a visit when the Demodog incident happened, thank god.

You got back at the start of summer and that’s when you got the job at Scoops Ahoy because your neighbor Robin Buckley recommended you for the position. But guess who was also up for it?

Steve fucking Harrington.

Management conceded and thought the third worker would be necessary for the summer wave of sales, and helpful for shift change. But it meant you’d have to work together. It was a summer you’d never forget. What with the endless arguing, Robin’s chastising, and Russian spies and huge flesh-made monsters.

Which brings you to now. Your favorite song, ‘Dreams’ by Fleetwood Mac, playing on repeat in your headphones and trying your best to evade your well-meaning but irritating friends’ (and Steve) stares.

“Hey, guys?” you push down your headphones so they hang on your neck. “I’m not suddenly going to spontaneously combust if you take your eyes off of me. I’m fine. Seriously.” Steve looks away from you.

Nancy frowns, rocking slightly in the cramped canoe that you, Eddie, Robin, Steve, and Nancy have squeezed into, “We’re just worried because we love you.”

“Speak for yourself,” Steve grumbles and earning a smack in the chest from you.

He says this. But he was one of the most worried when you shut down in Nancy’s basement, going stock still and silent before levitating to the ceiling. You managed to escape because of their quick thinking by playing your favorite song.

He had caught you when you fell to the ground, tugging you close and hugging you almost painfully hard as everyone surrounded you. You only allowed it to happen because you almost died and you didn’t have the energy to push him away.

And because, just a little bit, it felt kind of nice.

“I, for one-” Robin glares at Steve before looking at you. “-am glad you’re okay. Who else am I going to ramble to with no judgement? You’re the only person that can keep up with my random trivia.”

You smile softly. Eddie pats your knee, someone you met only a few weeks ago because of Dustin but already have grown fond of, “I haven’t really known you long, but I love you.”

“Shut up, Eddie,” you laugh, your song playing faintly around your neck. “Keep rowing. But I love you, too.”

You guys were following a lead that Dustin thought of with his old, wonky compass in hand, taking you out to the middle of Lover’s Lake and finally stopping when the compass was going haywire.

After only a few moments of deliberation, Steve began taking off his shoes.

“Steve, what are you doing?” you ask.

He sighs. “Someone’s gotta go down there and check this thing out. Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins high swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, it’s gotta be me. No complaints, alright?” he says, beginning to stand and tug off his sweater.

You roll your eyes. He always did want to be the hero.

“Hey, I’m not complaining. I do not wanna go down there,” Eddie says, peering suspiciously at the ominous, murky waters. He begins wrapping a plastic bag around a flashlight for Steve to use.

You look over his shirtless form, without much thought and it wasn’t like you could help it. He was just standing in front of you flaunting it, how could you not look at the only distracting thing in a sea of black? He didn’t look terrible either.

“Hey... good luck,” Eddie hands Steve the flashlight.

Steve nods, “Thanks.”

You clench your eyes shut and say his name before you could think about it more, “Steve?”

He turns around, not expecting you to be the one to speak up and say his name. But he knew it would be good. Some insult to spur his pride, or teasing remark to get his adrenaline going, it almost made him smile at the possibility. Always wanting to know what you would say next.

But no, you look at him and say quietly, “Be careful.”

Nancy and Robin stare at you with their jaws dropped to the bottom of the lake. And even Eddie who hasn’t been here for the entirety of the feud, knew enough to have his eyes wider than saucers as he looked between the two of you.

Steve stares back at you, searching you over with softened eyes, and he nods in understanding before diving in with a newfound sense of purpose.

“Um... what the hell was that?” Nancy laughs, dumbfounded.

You pinch your brow and look at your friends, all staring at you again, “Me wishing a friend good luck.”

“He’s your friend now?” Robin grins, looking at Eddie like she can’t believe she just heard you say that.

You pinch yourself, “N-no, sorry, the word slipped out. We... we are not friends. I was just being nice! Can I not be nice?”

“Sure, you’re super nice, sweetheart,” Eddie leans back, amused. “Just not to Harrington. Like ever. I’ve never even seen you smile at him.”

“You guys exaggerate.”

“We’re just saying...” Nancy smirks knowingly, voice laced with ulterior motives. “It’s a nice change of pace. I’m glad you extended an olive branch. I’m proud of you, y/n.”

“Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself here. Nothing was extended. If you guys are going to be like this whenever I’m just bare minimum pleasant to Steve, I won’t do it again,” you threaten your friends with pointed fingers and raised eyebrows.

A voice startles you, “That was bare minimum?”

You jump at the surprise and it rocks the boat a bit, sending all of your friends into fits of laughter. You glare at each of them and move to smack Steve’s head.

He catches your wrist with his large hand, grip tightening with a shit-eating smirk. Your skin tingles under his grasp. He tugs you down slightly, showing how easy it would be to pull you into the water with no effort.

“Watch it, princess, I have the power here.”

You yank your hand back, smacking his head with the other, “Don’t call me princess or I’ll rip your chest hair off.” He runs a hand back through his wet hair and shakes it out like a dog, getting you wet.

“Well, that peace was short-lived,” Robin shakes her head.

“It was nice while it lasted,” Nancy mused with a small smile. “But what did you find down there, Steve? A gate?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s bigger than we thought, though, it’s actually-” He’s interrupted when he’s pulled suddenly beneath the water.

“Steve!” you yell out, looking around the desolate, dark lake for any sign of him as you all scramble around the canoe to the edge.

He comes back up with a gasp, chest heaving, “What the hell was that?”

“Thank god,” Robin laughs with relief.

But before you could all celebrate, he’s pulled back under and going towards the bottom, bubbles coming to the surface as you all scream out for him. Your heart launches in your throat and you don’t know when you do it, but you’re standing up in the canoe and ready to jump.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Eddie tugs on your blouse from behind you.

“I’m going in after him, you guys just... just stay here,” you get in a dive formation and take a deep breath.

“What about the curse? If you’re in there, what’s stopping Vecna from taking you again?” Eddie says hysterically.

You grab another plastic bag from the boat, wrap your headphones and cassette player in it, and stuff it in your pocket. “I’ll just have to take that chance.”

“Y/n!” Nancy and Robin yell as you dive in and break the surface of the lake.

You’re propelled downward by your dive as you push yourself past the burning of your legs and arms and the popping of your ears, only thinking about getting to that bright red gate at the lake floor. You push through the portal and next thing you know, you’re being flung onto the hard ground of the upside down.

Screaming and being attacked by some demo-bat fucking things, Steve is convulsing on the ground, trying to get free. You scramble up and run after him, realizing you don’t have a weapon until you hear your friends behind you, yelling your name.

“Here!” Eddie throws you an oar and you grab it before hitting the bats off of Steve and freeing him.

The five of you fight off the bats, one by one knocking them out of the sky. Nancy and Robin go after one, chopping off its head, and Eddie stabbing one with the splintered wood of his oar, impaling another. One goes after you, attaching to your shirt and tearing.

You move to hit it with your oar but can’t reach, panicking, but Steve grabs it off of you and throws it up in the air, slamming it on the ground. He steps on one wing as it desperately tries to wriggle its way loose and be free, but he tears it in half when he pulls it back, tossing it aside.

He spits out blood and lifts his chin, looking you in the eye, chest heaving with strenuous breaths.

Wow.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie shrieks and throws down his oar, stomping.

You put your headphones around your neck and play your music so you can hear it quietly. You run up to Steve as the others collect their bearings and inspect his wounds, the gashes on his sides and the red lines around his sore neck. “Are you okay?”

“Obviously not,” he tilts his head up to look at you, but he’s smirking. You flash him a flat expression. “They certainly took their pound of flesh.”

You want to reach out and touch him but immediately think better of it. What good would it do? And why on Earth would he want you to touch him? He hates you and you hate him. But the urge was still there and getting stronger the longer he stares at you like he wants you to.

“Hey guys,” Robin speaks up. “There’s more comin’.”

You guys look up to see a huge swarm in the sky, way more than the five of you could take on by yourselves.

“Guys, the woods!” Nancy yells, pointing in the direction of the forest.

The five of you run that way, retreating into the trees and out of sight from the vicious demo-bats. You guys keep walking, all in deep, contemplative, and fearful silence as you look for a place of shelter. You look at Steve in his disheveled, bloodied state and offer him your arm. You don’t know why you did it it, you didn’t want to help him, but he looked so damn pathetic and you weren’t an asshole. He would reluctantly help you too if roles were reversed, you think.

He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, running through his mind for some witty, smart-ass response, before deciding he’s too tired and lets you wrap your arm around his waist to steady him as he walks.

Nancy, Robin, and Eddie stare at the two of you with narrowed eyes and knowing smiles like a bunch of gossiping schoolgirls.

The five of you find a clearing in the forest, a rock formation that acted as a roof over your heads and a tunnel. Steve stumbles a bit when you let go of him and he grips his side, wincing in pain. You turn around and move him to stand against the wall.

“I-I’m fine,” he leans back, acting very not fine. “Really.”

“No, you’re not. Let me help you,” you begin to unbutton your blouse.

His eyes widen and face reddens, “Y/n-”

“Chill, shirtless. I won’t be naked,” you laugh at his bashful state, taking off your shirt and revealing a black camisole underneath, tucked into your jean shorts.

His eyes inadvertently explore the new skin exposed, collarbone, chest, cleavage, and your wet see-through top. He can’t stop looking at you and he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know what’s changed, almost losing you has done something to his brain, not like you were even his to begin with. But you’re one of the few constants in his life and now he can’t stop looking at you. Can’t. And how you’re helping him selflessly. Something was different.

“Good,” he looks up, chuckling under his breath. “I would have thrown up.”

“You would have fucking loved it. But if you’re going to see that, it’s not going to be free, that’s for sure,” you smile. His eyes crinkle in the corners.

You rip your blouse in half and tie the ends together, creating a long piece of tight fabric to use to stop Steve’s bleeding. You tighten it in your grasp and look up at his pained expression, lifting his arms to give you easy access. You try not to sit and admire his exposed skin and toned chest and arms. The tension between you two becomes static and thick, frequencies rapidly changing like Dustin’s cerebro.

Something was different.

You look up at him, “Ready?”

He nods and looks away from you, “Yeah, just do it.”

You reach around his back and wrap the white fabric around him, having to be pressed against him as you tighten it and tie it. Your chest just barely meets his when you accidentally look up at him. His eyes are already on you and watching you work. You look away with heat rising to your face and making your skin prickle.

“This... uh, is this good?” you ask, voice quiet and unsteady.

“Yeah,” he says, still looking at you.

You finish off tying him and tuck in the excess, brushing off nonexistent dirt from the makeshift tourniquet. You meet his eyes and flash a small smile.

You tilt your head, “Better?”

“Better. Thank you.”

“Well, I’m not a nurse’s daughter for nothing,” you say and immediately regretting bringing up your mother. The taunting from school ringing in your head like an unwanted alarm.

He looks you over, trying to find the right words, “She’d be proud of you, then. She uh... she must work really hard.”

“Thanks,” you stare at him, a bit dumbfounded. “And yeah, she does.”

The two of you are silent for a beat from his attempt at a compliment before he speaks again, “So, I guess you don’t want me dead then, huh?”

You cock an eyebrow, tying back your hair, “What?”

“S-since you didn’t let me bleed out. Ya know... saved my life and all,” he says, nervously and he gets an almost grin out of you. Why was he acting like this?

“Oh. Well... if anyone’s going to kill you, it’s going to be me,” you smile at him.

Robin and Nancy look at the two of you and smile softly. Eddie gestures a finger going into an hole with his other hand at you. You flip him off when Steve looks away.

You turn around to move your way back to the others when you feel a hand on your back. You turn to look over your shoulder at Steve who’s got his fingers brushing against your back and inspecting something with a furrowed brow.

“You’re hurt,” he frowns, looking down at you. He unconsciously drags his gentle, calloused finger around the edge of the small wound. “You’ve got a cut back here from those bats.”

“Oh, I don’t even feel it,” you turn around to look at him. “I’m okay, really.”

“Are you sure?” he looks at you with those puppy dog, chestnut eyes like he’s really concerned. Your chest tightens at the care in his tone. It almost sounded sincere.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you say quietly and nod. What was it to him?

“Hey, Romeo and Juliet!” Robin calls over to the two of you, arms folded and her hip jutted with a small, satisfied smile. “Come on already.”

Eddie climbs up on the roof of a small shed in front of you guys, trying to find a clearing through the woods.

“We need a way to get past those bats if we’re ever going to get out of here,” Nancy muses, thinking out loud.

“Isn’t this place just like regular Hawkins except... with scary shit?” Robin turns around and asks.

Steve nods behind you, “Yeah, why?”

Robin behind pacing back and forth and gesturing wildly, as she does, “Then theoretically... we can just go down to the police station and get supplies and... and weapons! Like guns, ammo, and grenades and blow those suckers sky high so we can get outta here.”

“Well, I doubt that the Hawkins police station has grenades, but guns sure,” Steve says. You smiled at that.

“We don’t need to go all the way to the station, I have guns,” you look at the others and Eddie who hops down from the roof with his eyebrows raised incredulously in your direction.

“You...” Eddie smiles widely. “You have guns? Y/n Y/ln... has guns?”

“Yes,” you chuckle softly. “A Russian Makarov and a .22.”

Steve moves to stand beside you and smiles, “You almost shot me with that one once.”

Eleventh grade party. Drinks and Truth and Dare were involved. Feelings were shared, it was a long story. But it made you grin at the unfortunate memory, nonetheless.

“And you almost deserved it,” you look at him and he locks eyes with you, cracking a small smile.

“I have guns too,” Nancy pipes up. “We can split up and get all of them and meet back here to kill those shits.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Eddie smiles. He then moves to slip off his jean vest and throws it at an unsuspecting Steve.

He shrugs, “For your modesty, dude.”

Steve smirks softly and slips on the vest, “Thanks.” Dammit, he looked fucking good.

“Me, Nancy, and Eddie can go to Nancy’s while the new best friends, Steve and Y/n can go to her house,” Robin tilts her head and looks in your direction, eyes twinkling conspiratorially. “We’ll reconvene here in an hour.”

You laugh uncomfortably, “Um... I don’t-”

“Sure,” Steve’s hand brushes accidentally against your own and you jump slightly. “Let’s get going.”

You glare at your three friends, all waving goodbye with sickly sweet and innocent smiles.

Ugh.

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Seeing your house in a weird, alien alternate dimension was one of the weirdest things you think you’ve ever come to experience. Moving and swirling dark vines crawl around the walls and ceilings with floating ash and particles coating the atmosphere like dust on old, untouched wood. You and Steve slowly walk around the desolate, abandoned home.

It felt like one big, rude metaphor for the way your hate for Steve has rotted away at your insides, poisoning your interactions and mood like this place. This prison.

Steve stares at you when you’re not looking. Your dirt stained and ripped tank top and shorts, flushed, hot face, frizzy hair in a pony, scuffs up and down your battered arms, and headphones against your ears as you listen for the 200th time to your favorite song that was slowly becoming your least. You looked absolutely beautiful despite your frazzled state.

He wasn’t just now noticing how beautiful you are though, he always noticed. Even if he didn’t want to, it just had a way of making him brutally aware at all times. From the first time he saw you, despite the arguing and the rivalry, you’ve always been beautiful. It was honestly annoying because he shouldn’t be thinking about how good you looked in jeans or how soft your hair always looked when you two were screaming at each other.

Or wondering f you were thinking the same things about him. You were.

“I’ll go look in my room and you can look in my mom’s. She might have some in there, too,” you start to move towards the staircase.

“We shouldn’t split up, let’s just look in yours.”

“I’m sure I won’t need protection in my own house, it’s fine.”

“Vecna could be anywhere and you’re still cursed. You shouldn’t be alone, I’m sticking with you.”

You sigh aloud and look up at him, “Steve, I’m not made of glass.”

He pinches his brow, eyes falling over you like he’s had years of practice, “I didn’t say that-”

“Just go look in my mom’s room,” you plead with him. If one more person looked at you like you were going to fall apart at any moment, you’d scream. “Please, Steve.”

He doesn’t say anything and stalks off towards your mom’s room, memory serving him well from the last time he’s been here from the graduation party senior year. You watch him walk off before turning and running up the stairs, ‘Dream’s by Fleetwood Mac the soundtrack playing as you searched your bedroom upstairs. You begin to look in your closet and the safe your mother got you after letting you have these guns.

After everything with Will, she came to the realization Hawkins was just as, if not more, dangerous than the big bad and vast New York City you grew up in. Scary times called for drastic measures and that meant throwing your morals aside and purchasing some fucking firearms.

You twist in the combination and pull open the door to the safe as you hear footsteps closing in on you and Steve walks through the door. You were only gone for a minute before he’s coming back, you knew immediately he didn’t look very hard.

He leans against the doorway and watches you take out both of your guns. You check the ammo and see they’re fully loaded, twisting the barrels. You look up at Steve and see he’s empty handed.

“Did you not find anything?”

He looks at you with raised eyebrows and a blank stare that says Really?, “No, obviously not, y/n.”

You laugh dryly, stuffing the guns into one of your tote bags on your wall, and slinging it over your shoulder, “Don’t be a dick, Harrington, there’s more at stake here than your need for constant sarcasm.”

“Well, you jumped my ass when I tried to show concern for you, so what’s the alternative? Complete silence? Apathy?” he steps towards you with his arms folded over his bare chest. Thank god, it was so distracting. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, y/n, since you seem to have a problem with everything that I choose.”

You roll your eyes with a groan, “For fuck’s sake-”

He interrupts you with a loud wince of pain when he grips his side and his palm comes back up stained with scarlet, blood seeping through the bandage you created for him. Petty argument forgotten, you gently set down your bag and walk over to him to inspect his pulsing wound.

“I need to unwrap and disinfect this or it’ll get worse,” you lay your hand against his stomach and he stiffens at your touch. “Sit down on the bed.”

He breathes a laugh at your bossiness, “Yes, ma'am.”

You help him down and shake your head as you move to find your first aid kit.

You find it on top of your cabinet and stand up on the tips of your toes, sneakers bending to reach up and grab it. He doesn’t know if it’s the blood loss or his impending fear of death, but his eyes are glued to your ass in your small shorts, cinching your waist and making your legs look longer and thighs look grabbable. He wanted to punch himself for it, but you looked so good.

You turn around and are met with his flushed, red face. You brush it off as a result of his injury and sit yourself down next to him.

“Ready?” you brush your fingers against the tourniquet. “I’m going to unwrap you now.”

He nods and you gingerly untie his wrap, watching him stiffen slightly from the friction of the cloth against his wound. You look at the cuts on his sides and the red ring around his neck and frown. Even if you weren’t his biggest fan, you didn’t like seeing him in so much pain, it made your chest ache. While grabbing an antiseptic wipe, Steve’s watches your every move with softened eyes and a small smile.

He liked watching you work and take care of him, it was a nice change of pace from the usual barbed words and insults. He knows he started it. You came into school, so kind and so sweet, and he stomped all over you because he was insecure and cared too much about popularity. After Nancy broke his heart, it changed him and left him without social status, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything. It was the brutal wake up call he needed, and your stubborn ass didn’t want to let go of the old him, but he didn’t blame you. Not when he didn’t want to open up and let you in even now. To extend the olive branch. To apologize.

“This is going to sting a bit,” you hover over his cut. He sighs and nods again. You dab the wipe against his cuts and he tilts his head back, holding his breath.

You needed to get closer to him so you move to swing your leg over his, sitting up on his thick, denim clad thigh. You look in his eyes for what seems like the 1000th time today, memorizing the golden lines and flecks in his brown irises.

“This okay?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, y/n...” he says all of a sudden, meeting your eyes.

“For what, Steve?” you say softly.

“For everything. For being such a dick to you in high school and an asshole still. You didn’t deserve... don’t deserve it. I’m sorry.”

You sigh, eyes stinging a bit at the surprise apology, and the direness of the situation, with everything going on you wanted to cry. But you don’t and instead force an easy smile and nod.

“I’m sorry that I um... that I never gave you the chance to be better. I shouldn’t hold grudges. You’ve clearly changed a lot.” Your easy smile slips into a more comfortable, genuine one that he returns. “So, we’re okay.”

You scooch closer as you wipe off the dried blood on his skin. He groans at you shimmying on his thigh and has to will his pants not to get tighter. His hands grip your waist and move you closer so you can get your better angle. You chest hits his shoulder and you let out a small ‘oomph’ at the impact. But your skin feels lit like a live wire, curling and coiling and licking your insides.

He speaks with gritted teeth, laughing with his chin tilted up, “Just so you stop shimmying on my leg.”

You lips curve, “What? Is it bothering you?”

“It’s...” his eyes scan over your face. “It’s distracting.”

You grab a better wrap from the kit and begin tying it around his torso. You shimmy a bit again without thinking (or maybe to fluster him) and his grip tightens on your waist, anchoring you in place. The only sounds you hear being the soft music playing from your headphones around your neck and the thundering beat of your heart. Who knew heartfelt apologies could jumpstart feelings so much? Things that laid dormant for five years, now bubbling over the surface.

“Too much?” you ignore his previous confession and ask.

“N-nope... it’s fine.”

You tie it up securely in front of you, feeling his thigh tense between your own, and it send a jolt of energy to your core. You inhale sharply when he accidentally does it again and he notices, cocking an eyebrow at you.

He smirks, mocking, “Too much?”

“You’re an asshole,” you huff, tugging at his bandage.

He grabs your wrist, smirk intensifying, “Are you turned on right now?”

You pinch your brow, back to insults, “No, you weirdo. You’re the one over here getting a boner from me being on your thigh.”

He laughs dryly, “Like I can fucking help that. Why are you looking at my dick anyway?”

“I’m not!”

“You so are.”

“You’re literally a child,” you finish off fixing his bandage and inspect your work. You grin, amused, “Or a horny teenager.”

“Shut up, y/n,” he meets your gaze.

You cock your head to the side, voice low and quiet, “Why don’t you make me?”

Your noses brush from your close proximity to him and you share one heated and bated breath. He smells like smoke and ash and cologne with flushed, pink cheeks and half lidded eyes.

His lips brush against yours, “You won’t like how I’ll do it.”

Before you can disagree, his mouth is crashing against yours, full force and full of passion and years of pent up want and need for the other. You inhale sharply through your nose, finally kissing him back with your hands tangled in Eddie’s jean vest he’s wearing. His large, calloused hand slips to pull you in by the back of your neck, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging out your ponytail, letting your hair spill out. It’s all tongue and teeth and mouths dragging against the other, hate fueled and gasoline lit.

You’re grabbing everything you can on each other. His hands falls to your waist and pull you closer and he’s gripping you so hard it’s almost painful, but the biting sting of his fingernails and the strength in them make you moan aloud into his mouth. He eagerly swallows it and groans in return when your arms wrap around his neck, breast pushed up against his hard chest. Two puzzle pieces trying to fit over and over but realizing you never will, making it more exciting, the challenge of it all. And yet there was a secret stability and peace from finally diving in the deep end instead of dipping a toe in the shallow.

“You actually seem to like it,” he mumbles into your mouth, smiling into the kiss.

“You’re such an asshole,” you kiss under his jaw and down his neck, licking at his hot skin. He moans, his pretty noises in your ear, “You don’t seem to hate it either.” You start moving against his thigh without any thought and he cracks a slow, lazy smile.

“For someone who’s hated me for so long, you sure are making a lot of noises,” he tugs you closer.

“Doesn’t mean I like it,” you kiss the corner of his mouth, his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose. “Cocky little shit.”

He grins. “You gonna ride my thigh, pretty girl,” he begins to rock his leg against your aching cunt, making you whine. “Make yourself cum on my jeans, you’re so fucking sexy. So good for me.”

Fuck, he was so good at dirty talk. He always did know how to match your energy.

You nod eagerly and undo your belt, slipping off your jean shorts to reveal your lace panties. You sit back down gently on his leg, “This okay?”

“More than okay,” he grips you by the waist and helps you move against him. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck and sucks into your sensitive skin, whispering darkly, “Come on and use me, beautiful. I’m all yours, I always have been.”

You grind against his thigh, the denim providing much needed friction against your swollen clit, making you keen against him. One of your hand falls to his lap, palming him through his pants.

“Fuck, angel...” he groans. “Shit, please.”

His hand grabs your neck and presses his fingers into your pulse points as he kisses down your chest. He rips down your top, your tits bouncing out of your tank. He scatters kisses across your chest, a constellation of love bites and marks, making his way to your nipples where he licks and sucks. His tongue swirls around the hard bud as he palms the other, going back and forth. Your slick stains his pants and the thought makes him groan against your neck. The way you were using him to get to your release fired off something inside him; the irredeemable need to please you.

The coil in your gut begins to tighten as you continue to rut against his hard, muscular thigh. He looks up at you from between your breasts and smiles, cat-like and shit eating. Your hand slips into his pants as you pump his cock in your hand, thumb brushing over the tip that was already wet with precum.

“This does something for you?” you whisper, kissing his temple. “Already so close from just pleasuring me...”

His eyes were glued to your lust blown ones, heavy lidded, looking under your lashes with swollen, red lips. He liked the way you spoke to him, praising him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” you run your fingers through his soft, trademark hair. “I’m so close, baby. Fuck.”

His voice is whiny, needy, and it made you realize how much you liked it. His need to please and yours in return. Pleasing each other back and forth until both of you snap.

“Cum for me, angel. Please,” he kisses you hard as the coil finally snaps in your gut, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. So hard, it was almost painful how good it felt.

He comes apart in your hand, his face still nuzzled in your neck, sending goosebumps and thrills down your arms. You take your hand out and lick your fingers, locking with his eyes all the while.

“We should probably get back to the others now,” he mumbles into your skin.

“At least we have something to look forward to,” you run your fingers through his hair, a fantasy of yours finally blossoming into fruition. “Fuck, our friends are going to have a field day with this.”

“Probably so. But when we get out of here, I’m going to take you on a real date... and fuck you properly,” he kisses your throat. “How’s that sound?”

You grin, “Sounds amazing, dumbass.”

He kisses you, “I’m glad, ugly.”

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Hi there 😊 I read something you'd posted and really enjoyed your writing style! I was wondering if you could do a fic where future Kazutora deals with a female reader who is a bright and bubbly type person, but one who also has no real desire to live? Basically Dazai from Bungo Stray Dogs but is also really sweet if that makes any sense? 😂 just kinda curious how an older Kazutora would deal with someone like that. Thanks so much for taking the time to read all this 💕

Hello!

I am sorry for taking so long, I was super busy!

I hope you enjoy what I have to offer!

Thank you for liking my style! I appreciate the kind words! ❤️❤️

Tsuki's note: I know I am late, but with the manga ending I got into a kazutora vibe. Maybe being busy got you lucky?

As you said fic, I actually wrote a piece and didn't do hc. Was that what you asked for?

TW: mention of being tired of life and negativity.

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You have known Kazutora ever since you two were kids. You were close to Baji, so you saw him and Chifuyu quite often.

But your life wasn't all flowers. Like I have said, you were close to Baji as a kid and that was a huge contrast. You were kind and sweet, he was wild and ready to fight - his friends were no different.

Most people found it odd how they always got your back whenever trouble appeared. You, on the other hand, were always patching them up to the best of your ability and getting worried all the time.

As you got older things started to take a dark turn for you. You lost Baji, then a few other people, then you weren't able to do the things you wanted and so on.

You tried to stay positive, but it was hard when you had nothing to look forward to. That made you a bit… quirky? You were still kind and sweet, cheerful even. But you often joked how nice it would be to never wake up again.

After Baji passed away you were mad at Kazutora. Beyond mad, actually. But Baji and Kazutora were the only ones that believed you when you got into trouble as kids. So you owned him - believe him this time when he said he would change.

So you started visiting him in jail. At first he was hesitant to get close to you. He felt guilty, dirty and undeserving of your attention.

You, on the other hand, were always cheerfully telling him small updates of what you knew from touman and things in general. Like when you got a pet or when Chifuyu did something a little stupid.

You also brought him little gifts! He wasn't allowed to receive objects, but you gave him sweets on special occasions.

So he slowly warmed up to you and soon, you were both looking forward to seeing each other.

He also noticed you slowly started joking about being tired of waking up. And soon those jokes started to concern him.

He got desperate to help you, but the best he could do was ask about your day and if you were OK.

When he gained his freedom again, you two hung out quite often, now he could actually check on you. One thing led to another, so you know, you two became a thing.

Today started like always - you woke up and went to your respective work. Kazutora helped Chifuyu in the petshop and you had a job as a secretary in a company.

Here is the thing - today turned out to be a crappy day. Your boss demanded so much of you, as you cannot say anything, you just smiled your frustrations away.

They weren't usually like that. Your boss was nice most of the time and treated you well! But when they got under pressure they seemed a total stranger.

You texted Kazutora, he said he was closing the shop today. You usually head his way to wait for him and go home together, but today you replied with: " will wait for you with dinner ~❤️" and that was enough for him to know something was off.

He sighed at your text and replied with " sure, be careful. I will get take out".

Your turn to sigh. You got home a little relieved you didn't need to cook. So you just melted away on the couch waiting for Kazutora, tears were starting to bubble on your eyes.

As soon as he got home, you chirped up and called for him:

Y/N: Tora!!

He totally knew what was next. Right after you called, you would jump on his neck and give him a kiss on cheek. So he prepared himself for the impact.

You loved how he would just smile a bit and wait for you with open arms. He puts you down, caress your cheek - you lean towards his hand - and asks you:

Kazutora: Y/N? What's wrong?

You just hummed. You pulled him further inside by the hand. He sighed at your antics, but didn't really push you to talk.

During dinner you were babbling about your day. He was shaking mental notes to what you were saying - so far so good - he was trying to figure out what made you upset.

When you finally got it, you told the story in such a cheerful way that was heartbreaking. As if that moment of being mistreated and highly demanded was just a normal thing, like taking a walk in the park.

He just blinked at you. You were amazing in so many ways, even having a bad day, here you were cheerfully talking to him, you hugged and kissed him when he got home.

When you were done talking and asked about his day, he sighed:

Kazutora: Y/N? Are you ok?

Y/N: Oh,I am fine! It's just a bad day! Nothing that a good sleep won't fix!

Kazutora: Are you sure?

He was already cooking up a date idea to take you on the weekend. A day to pamper you.

Y/N: Yeah! Nothing like a free trial of death can't solve!

Kazutora: Y/N, don't say things like that…

Y/N: C'mon! It's perfect! It's like a nice peaceful rest with you! Of course the real deal together would be great ~ ❤️

He sighed and giggled a bit. He patted your head as he got up to take the dished away:

Kazutora: Why don't you go ahead and get ready to sleep?

You pouted a bit:

Y/N: What kind of ideal free trial is this without you?

Kazutora: I will be there in a minute.

You listened him. But instead of just getting ready yourself, you thought of doing something nice for him too. So you fixed the bed in a way where he could lay on your stomach and you be comfortable.

When he saw you standing in front of the bed, he gently touched your back:

Kazutora: Y/N? What you doing?

Y/N: Preparing! See? This way I can have you in my arms and get comfortable!

He giggled at you again. He kissed your cheek and asked you to go first with a smile on his face:

Kazutora: I will humor you this time, c'mon, let's enjoy the death free trial.

You giggle and jumped to your spot. As soon as you nested yourself there he laid his head on your stomach:

Kazutora: Y/N?

Y/N: Yes?

Kazutora: I love, but please, drop the talk of giving up, will you?

Y/N: …. But it would be a nice rest!

Kazutora: I like this kind of rest. Listening to your heart beating.

You blushed. He always said sweet things when you mentioned being tired of waking up everyday.

His words were always so sweet and genuine, that made you smile and change your mind for the time being.

For you, anywhere with him was home, was safe. You would never actually try anything against your own safety, not because of yourself, but because of him.

He loved you, for you and he needed you just as much as you needed him, here, in your arms sleeping soundly and safe.

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